Friends in Need

"So there you are Jen, you're all caught up."

I smiled sadly at her, and took another sip of coffee, as I watched her digest my news. Jennifer and I had been friends for what seemed like forever, an always platonic yet tender relationship which had seen us have many good times together; it was always good to see her, even though the opportunities to do so alone like we used to in our early youth had diminished over the years as families (for her), and work (for me) had taken up time. It wasn't that we lived very far apart, just that time seemed to have a habit of moving on more rapidly than either of us wanted these days.

We had arranged Friday as the next day where we were both free, and had gone out into the country for a lunch in a quiet pub that we used to frequent, both of us delighting in the easy company of each other that we had always enjoyed, and filling in the gaps in our lives that weren't always easy to do in other company. I'd always appreciated being able to hear a female point of view on the things I was up to or the problems I faced without there being any extra undercurrents from a "relationship", and I was fairly sure she felt the same the other way around. I can't deny I had always found her attractive though, and there was something very pleasing about being in her company and watching people around us mistaking us for a couple; a conceit I knew she shared, as she had often laughingly referred to me as her "other boyfriend" in times gone by.

"I'm sorry to hear that Tim," she said, her grey eyes softened with compassion. "It's difficult to deal with a partner who's gone downhill like that, I imagine."

"Yeah, I feel like Lady Chatterly. Only without the bloody great big house. Or garden. Or gardener; though I hasten to add I'd prefer a female one!"

She smiled, her eyes creasing at the edges with genuine mirth.

"Ah, that's my Tim! You always make me laugh!"

The veneer of humour seemed to pass though. She lowered her gaze pensively, and pushed the crumbs on her plate into a neat pile. Her eyes appeared to focus far into the distance, and a sadness crept into her voice as she continued: "I said to Colin not long ago, 'Don't expect me to look after you if you have a heart-attack'. He's never at home now, and when he is, he's barely capable of getting himself up the stairs without it looking like he's climbed Everest, thanks to all the entertaining he does with clients."

She gave the impression of being quite a tough character, but I knew her rather too well; few others would have noticed the moisture that clouded her vision briefly before she fought the tears back.

"It makes things difficult; when he's home, he's always tired in the evenings, and if I want to do anything active at the weekend, he's not able or willing to tag along. You might think you're Lady Chatterly, but at least I'm female!". She brightened and laughed gently, looking at me from the corner of her eye.

The sun chose that moment to come out from behind the clouds, and shone through the window, illuminating the side of her face, and back-lighting her hair to give her a golden halo. The coquettish look and the lighting certainly showed up how beautiful she was; the male part of my brain that was driven entirely by hormones took notice and made me think not for the first time that if Colin was still up to enjoying his wife, he was a very lucky man. I shivered, and put the thought out of my mind. Jen smiled at me impishly, and just for an embarrassed second I wondered if I had betrayed my thoughts in some way.

"Oh come on", she said, rising up and beckoning me towards the door, "lets leave the gloomy stuff behind and go for a walk round the village -- it always looks lovely in the sunshine!".

I smiled and got up with her. "Yes, lets; I could do with a walk after all that food!", I said, grateful that she hadn't appeared to be able to read my mind after all. I opened the door for her, and she passed out into the golden autumn sunlight, its warmth and softness a benediction to us both.

As we headed down the lane towards the river that flowed through the village, we talked about all the things that we had done together over the years, reliving similar moments, and remarking on the changeless nature of many of our favourite places. We came to a kissing-gate marking the boundary of the village green from the lane, and Jenny skipped into it first before turning round to face me, puckering her lips. "Come on, its traditional!", she laughed, "you don't get through without a kiss!". I walked up to her and gave her a brief but gentle kiss like I had done many times in the past; "I never thought I'd enjoy kissing another man's wife so much!", I joked, and we both laughed as we went through the gate and started to walk across the green to the pond. As we went, I felt Jen's hand slip into mine, and we swung our arms together as we continued our travel to see the ducks.

Eventually, after several times round the green and a much-needed ice-cream from the little shop, we knew we had to make our way back, though we were both reluctant to return to our respective worlds. We'd used my car to go out, and as we arrived back at Jen's place, she invited me in for a cup of tea before I had to go back. She wasn't concerned about the time, as Colin was away for a few days at a conference, and her girls were both at college.

"Well I'd love to, but I ought to get back and see how she is getting on with the new carer." I said wistfully.

She looked understanding but disappointed, and I began to think I could maybe stay for another 30 minutes or so, when Jen said,

"You ought to do whats right for you Tim; don't let her stifle you, from what you've told me already, she probably wouldn't know what time it was when you came back anyway."

She looked at me, waiting for a response, and I could tell she wanted to have as much time as we could together this day. I knew she was right, and I knew I would enjoy putting off going back as long as possible.

"You're right, Jen -- everyone could do with someone like you! Lets have that tea."

We entered the house, and went into the kitchen, where Jen busied about with the kettle and brought some biscuits out. She seemed a little pre-occupied, nervous even, for some reason, I thought. Tea and biscuits came and went with some more conversation, and then reluctantly I stood to make a move home.

Jennifer stood up with me, and I got that sense of nervousness again. She darted a glance at me before she came out with "We've always been able to talk to each other about things; lets actually do something for each other now, something I know we both need. Something I think we both want.."

I felt my stomach contract and the blood surge round my head as I began to think about what she might be saying. Jen was standing close to me, her soft grey eyes tenderly meeting mine, and I was aware of her musky perfume, and how her body made it part of her cassolette, enveloping me deliciously. Her straw-coloured hair framed her face perfectly, and hung down at her neck. For what seemed like the first time in my life, I looked at her neck-line, drawn downwards by her pendant to the start of a cleavage and the beginning of soft plump swelling breast flesh visible there that was rising and falling in short bursts, moving her navy blouse in an inviting manner. I held out my arms to hug her goodbye as I always did, and she drifted zephyr-like into my embrace, her arms winding around my back, one cool hand caressing my neck. If I was under any illusion that this was just a normal goodbye, it was dispelled entirely when I bent to kiss her as usual, and received a soft warm mouth that did not retreat, but opened itself further onto mine as she clasped me to her, and the lightest touch of tongue rippled over my lips.

I ran my hands up her back, kissing her gently, feeling my body respond to the touch of this beautiful woman whom I had always felt close to, delighting in the sensation of her lips sliding tenderly over mine, and trying to make sense of the confusion in my mind. With a great effort, I disengaged from her mouth, yet holding her tightly to me with one arm round her waist, the other stroking her neck:

"Jenny," I whispered, " are you, I mean, is this ..."

"Sshh," she replied, holding my gaze, "no more talking; this is for us, what closer thing could friends do?"

With that, she pulled me down towards her slightly open lips, my mind abandoned itself to the wonder of the situation, and I returned her kiss, more passionately than before, holding her head in a hand as I bent her back. We kissed forever, it seemed, until I knew we needed to fulfill our desires more completely; still kissing her, I edged my mouth away from hers, and began to work my way down her neck, nibbling her as I made my way down further to the loose edge of her blouse and the merest hint of breast. I heard her sigh, and I moved my hands round to unbutton her blouse carefully, slowly revealing her tits held in a black lace-trimmed bra. I planted kisses over the flesh I could see, whilst I pushed her blouse off her shoulders, before stepping back to admire the view for a seconds.

Jenny smiled at me, and held out her hand. I took it, and pulled her close to me again, returning to kissing her as I let my hands slide down her back to her bra-strap, whereupon I slipped the catch. I returned my hands to her shoulders, and lightly pushed the straps over them: She responded by letting her arms go from me and I watched as her breasts revealed themselves to me entirely for the first time and the bra fell to the floor to join her blouse. The sight of her, naked on top, breasts sloping down from her chest, but with the full skirt and boots still on below was something I found extremely erotic.

"D cup," I laughed, as I looked down at the discarded bra label, and back to her, "I always thought that's what you were!"

Without waiting for a reply, I took off my shirt, and moved back to hold her again, enjoying the sensation of soft breast flesh pressing itself against my chest. I resumed my kissing journey down her neck, this time unimpeeded by clothing. Cupping her left breast with my right hand, I carpeted it with kisses before kissing the already slightly erect nipple. At my touch, it surged upwards; she had very responsive nipples, it seemed. I planted a full kiss on it, taking it right into my mouth as I latched on to her breast, rolling the nipple around between the roof of my mouth and my tongue. I glanced upwards at her, to see her eyes half open whilst she watched me suckle, her lips parted. Colour rose to her cheeks, and spread over her neck, and I knew she was being thoroughly aroused.

Her hands were on the back of my head, holding me to her. As if I was going to let go! Eventually, a gentle pressure from her hands suggested that I needed to divide my attention, so I let her thick rubbery nipple slide slowly out from between my lips, and kissed my way over to my left, teasing its already erect twin I found there until a moan from above told me to pull it into my hungry mouth and suckle rhythmically on it whilst massaging the other breast in time.

Aware of her stomach writhing against mine, I took advantage of her closed eyed distraction to explore the edges of her skirt with a hand, and found a zip at the side; keeping hold of it, I stopped my sucking to kiss her again. Jenny pressed her lips to me with pure passion this time, squashing her tits on my chest as she held me tight and her tongue sought mine; her hips moving against me like slow waves of desire. I pulled down on the zip, and felt her skirt loosen around her waist; as she realised what I was doing, her movements became more urgent, and I could hear her breath coming shorter.

The zip fully down, her lovely long black skirt crumpled itself onto the floor around her boots, revealing the shapely legs which I had always admired, and my already hard dick strained further against my trousers as I saw she was wearing a plain black suspender belt and stockings; a small part of my brain that wasn't completely absorbed with taking in all that was happening wondered if Jen had thought of all this when she dressed in the morning.

As I ran one hand down her back and onto her hips, she sighed and bit my lip gently. I worked my hand round the front of her left leg, over the fleshy part of her thigh, and inwards until I could feel the edge of her knickers. Moving them aside carefully with the edge of my hand, I thrilled to feel a dampness on them, and felt my passion surge within me as my fingers settled down and found no resistance but a warm, slippery, clinging wetness which only increased as I started a gentle rubbing motion, sliding the tips of my fingers into her pussy on each stroke.

Her clit was the one hard prominent thing in amongst the wet softness that I was exploring, and I made sure I brushed it firmly but without too much pressure as I continued fingering Jenny, each time causing her to exhale and clutch me harder.

I could smell her wetness strongly now, a deep musky aroma, arousing me still further until I knew I had to taste her there and then. Without waiting for Jen to react, I broke off from kissing her again and squatted down, bringing my head to just about crotch height. I rolled her knickers down and was only dimly aware of Jen stepping out of them as I took in the sight of her soaking pussy, wetness glistening on the close-cropped pubic hair at the edges of her lips. The pungent scent, and the dampness in the air was electrifying, and I lost no time in planting a full kiss on these lips that had never yet seen mine, but which demanded my attention. My face was soon covered in her juices, as I alternately lapped at her vulva and then basted her clit with a tongue bath, delighting in the small gasps that were escaping her somewhere above me. I felt her hands on my head, caressing me to show me how much she was enjoying what I was doing, serving to make me lick and kiss even more attention on her pussy, which had clearly not had such contact for some time.

I was enjoying this so much that I had almost forgotten how hard I had become until Jen stepped away, looking at me with that beautifully drawn, heavy-eyed look that I never thought I see from her.

"Tim, I don't want you to stop doing that, I really don't, but lets get somewhere we can please each other."

She was breathing heavily, and I wondered if she had already had a couple of small orgasms, as her chest and neck were quite flushed.

"I also think you are wearing too much!" she grinned, and I felt her hands at my belt. I was content to watch and let her undo my trousers until they too fell into a crumpled heap on the floor of the kitchen along with everything else. I was now very aware of my rock- hard dick, almost vertical inside my pants, the head marked by a small dark patch of pre-cum on the material.

Jenny took the edge of my pants and very very carefully lifted them over my dick; Cool air hit the head, my foreskin having rolled itself back sometime ago. Even better than air though was the cool firm pressure of Jennys hand round my shaft, rolling my foreskin up and down in a slow deliberate motion as she watched it in fascination, and the relief I felt at her touch was almost as good as coming, although I knew that this was only going to make the actual event even more explosive! I stopped her once to remove the few items I still had on, and used the opportunity to stroke her soaking slit once more on the way back up to kiss her.

She knew I wasn't going to stand too much of this though, and taking hold of my dick again, she gave me a brief soft kiss before starting to walk through to the lounge, leading me by the shaft. Jen lead me into the middle of the lounge and then turned back to face me.

"Please lick me, Tim" she whispered, "lick me out until I don't know what day of the week it is, and you fill my mouth with come."

Jenny lowered herself down my body towards the floor, trailing her hands on me as she went. As she reached kneeling height, I thrilled as she took me into her mouth in one swift movement, sucking me hard as she slowly released my dick back into the open air. She smiled up at me. "More where that came from!" she said, and lay herself down onto the thick carpet, spreading her legs delicately in invitation.

I took a moment to savour the sight -- her stockinged legs, the suspender straps leading up to her hips, taking my eye inwards to the oozing wet bloom of her pussy lips and the small bud of clit that nestled there, up her curvy sides to her free breasts, which had pancaked attractively on her chest, and her radiant, expectant smile set on that face which had looked so down and distressed earlier, framed by the now tangled tresses of hair.

I stepped round to straddle her chest, then sank down carefully to my knees as a first step. I felt her hand reach out and stroke my dick again, then keep hold of it. Repeatedly telling myself this really was happening, I lent forward onto my arms, feeling her softness under me as I connected with her, before my head finally came to rest in between her thighs. brought my hands in to stroke her outer lips, and pull them slightly apart so my mouth and tongue could reach her clit most easily. As I did so, I felt my dick being manoueverd, and then a warm wetness surround it as her lips embraced the head before drawing it into that exquisite mouth of hers. In response, I brought my left hand round under my nose, and inserted the first two fingers into her as far as I could go, before starting a slow rhythmical pulse of drawing them out and reinserting, whilst my tongue found her clit and resumed its earlier work of teasing and licking, accompanied every so often by my sucking her full lips into my mouth and rolling the ensemble around, which gave me the taste of pussy juice I so desired, and added to the sensations I could deliver to her.

The sensations I was receiving from Jenny's mouth working over my dick were perfect. She would have me almost completely out of her mouth until she was no more than delivering a kiss to the tip of my cock, then I would feel the cool air replaced by warm wetness as she pushed her lips over my shaft to cover about half of me. Then I felt her velvet tongue flick over me for a second until it clung to the head of my cock and set up the sweetest indescribable feelings as she sucked hard whilst taking me out of her mouth, her tongue drawing itself across my most sensitive parts. I can't remember ever getting a blow-job as fantastic as she was delivering, and distracted as I was, I began to hope that this would not be the last time we were going to be as close as this.

Being able to lavish attention on Jen's pussy whilst being sucked was as close to sensual paradise as I could imagine, and encouraged me to lick and stroke even more. I could feel her thighs tensing around me, and before long, they trembled briefly then relaxed, only for them to start tensing again. As she did this, I felt the front of the inside of her pussy contract; I knew I was delivering little rippling orgasms to her, and this excited me still further. Feeling her pussy react in this way, I decided to try something out; I crooked my index finger slightly, so that it rubbed along her front wall. A muffled high-pitched "mmmm!", and a series of gasps which delivered warm air along my shaft was my reward, and I continued to stimulate her in this way, twisting my hand slightly on each insertion to maximise the amount of pussy I was stroking internally.

To her infinite credit, Jen kept up her sucking of me, and if anything, the intensity became stronger, almost like she needed to keep something in her mouth lest she cry out -- which was something she seemed to be on the verge of, escaping little whimpers vibrating my dick as it slipped in and out of her hungry mouth.