Hello sweetheart, how was the rest of your day? Not very much went on in mine since I talked to you, just work. Not very interesting work I might add, so I was quite bored through most of the day. But every time I get an email from you it makes my day that much better. Can't wait until I can hold you in my arms again instead of just talking about it. Soon though, they're processing my transfer right now. Do me a favor and write me a story? Let's see, this time have it be about you and a friend fooling around, and then I come in and catch you two and join in. Can't wait to hear what you come up with.
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It's another lonely Saturday night, but this time at least I have some company. My friend and I are sitting on my couch, watching an old movie I taped off the tv and trying to decide who has the right to be more depressed. She says she deserves the title since at least I have a guy to love and she's been single for a long time now. I point out that as soon as she finds a guy she can spend as much time as she wants with him, while I stay at home by myself waiting for another opportunity to visit mine.
As the movie ends we call it a tie, and I go into the kitchen to get some ice cream to celebrate. As I'm in the kitchen I hear the music from the movie credits cut off abruptly, and instead hear something else. I sneak back to the room and look around the corner to see you on the screen, rubbing your cock quickly as you come close to an orgasm. I don't know which is worse: the fact that I accidentally taped over the tape you made for me, or that I had it playing with someone else in the room. I look over to my friend, who hasn't noticed me, and see that her eyes are glued to the screen. As she keeps watching, her hand slowly creeps up her leg, lifting her skirt to reveal a bright red thong. She starts rubbing herself, making small circles all around her pussy through the soft material until I can see the wet spot under her fingers. I watch her a little longer before I remember what I was doing, and sneak quickly back to the kitchen.
I call out that I'm on my way back and make up some excuse about having to let it melt a little, and go back into the room with a bowl of ice cream in each hand. When I get there she has already turned off the tape and started rewinding it, not giving any hint of what she was just doing. I sit down and hand her a bowl, not realizing until then that I'd forgotten the spoons. We decide since there's no one around and it doesn't really matter that we might as well just eat it with our fingers. We sit eating in silence and I try hard not to think about what I had just seen. The cold ice cream melts down our fingers as we bring it to our mouths and lick it off as best we can. Before long she asks me if I'd like to try some of hers since she has a different flavor, and before I can say anything she scoops two fingers into her bowl and brings them to my lips. She watches as I open my mouth and slide her fingers in, sucking them clean as I pull away. Without even thinking I do the same for her, shuddering as her tongue rubs against my fingers.