A little over 10 years ago, I joined
LITEROTICA
for what has been an incredible ride. I would never have anticipated becoming a published author or the fan reaction to my work or the friends I have made here.
In celebration of this - my 500th piece written for the site - I am returning to some of my earliest characters. I hope you will enjoy this, a new, ongoing series. Let me know what you think and thanks to everyone for your long-running support. It has meant a lot to me over these past ten years.
~~BrettJ
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Heather Carlson woke from a sound sleep in an instant, panic momentarily surging through her. She had no idea where she was and the bed in which she was sleeping wasn't the one that she was used to. She felt queasy for a minute or so until she glanced over and saw the sleeping form of the young blonde lying beside her and everything came flooding back. Now she remembered where she was and was able to calm down. Everything was fine, everything was right with the world. She picked up her cell phone and checked the time. It was just after 7, time for her to start her day.
She slipped out of bed and put on her robe, careful not to wake Bree. That made her chuckle a little. Bree could have slept through an earthquake, nothing disturbed her slumber. Heather was her polar opposite in that regard, the slightest disturbance caused her to wake up. The only way she could assure she would have a good night's sleep was to take a sleeping pill or ... she smiled at the lusty memory.
Heather checked herself in the mirror before going downstairs to make coffee. She needed caffeine to get going in the morning, especially this early. Bree didn't like coffee first thing in the morning, so there was no sense in making any for her. They had recently purchased a Keurig, so making one cup at a time was no trouble whatsoever. The pretty redhead waited a few minutes, made her coffee and took a deep sip. She sighed with relief as a warmth replaced all of her cares. It had been three months since she had moved in with Bree and she still wasn't as secure as she ought to be.
Heather knew that issue was hers entirely. It wasn't the place she was living because the condo was gorgeous, three huge bedrooms, two bathrooms, lots of living space and a community pool and tennis courts. The grounds were immaculately kept and it was close to everything, shopping, transit, a lovely park, so that was all good.
Heather knew what her issue was; there were no doubts about the issue on her part. It was her relationship with Bree. They had been friends for so long and lovers for such a short time. It meant the world to Heather, sharing her sexuality with her best friend and yet, despite all of that, she wanted
more
.
Heather debated on cooking breakfast and decided against it. She toasted a cinnamon-raisin bagel for herself and pondered her life and the events of the day. It was not at all hard for her to define why she wasn't satisfied with the status quo. It was entirely her fault and then again, it wasn't.
Somewhere along the line, in the past year, Heather had gone from loving her best friend to being
in love
with the pretty blonde. She wanted some form of commitment from Bree, an assurance that this relationship was going to last.
On the surface, that was patently ridiculous. Heather was not the monogamous type and neither was Bree. Heather loved trying out new sexual partners and kinky adventures. Once she had cast off the yolk of her oppressive, religious zealot father, Bree embraced a similar lifestyle. A perverse little journey had led sexy blonde Bree to the arms - and bed - of her best friend. It was the culmination of Heather's longest-held fantasy. Their Sapphic trysts were so much more than she could have hoped for. Combined with their decades-long friendship, it made the sex so much better and neither of them was able to put a stop to it. Heather had her lovers, Bree had hers, they had theirs - but their best times were when it was just the two of them, declaring their love with words, fingers and all manner of sexy toys.
Heather finished her bagel and put the dishes away. One of the reasons they had moved out of Bree's aunt's place was that Tera was still very much a "party girl" and likely always would be. The same was true of Caroline, Bree's stunning mom. The two women had more than enough money that jobs were only an inconvenience. Both lived the life of unabashed hedonists.
Heather had yet to find a good-paying job and Bree was still working for Gerry, the handsome, older stud who she happened to have a mad crush on. He was the only person in their circle that caused Heather to feel pangs of jealousy. She knew that such emotions were silly and that she had no claim on Bree, yet the emotions were present nonetheless. It wasn't hard to understand the crush - Gerry was everything that Bree said he was, and more. Heather just wanted that part of her lover to herself. Living solely with Bree, she had hoped that Bree would discover similar feelings. If she had, they had gone as-yet unspoken. She knew that Bree cared about her, but with the same depth? It wasn't the right time to broach the subject. Bree was still coming to terms with her new persona and Heather was sure that at times, she didn't know how to vocalize the way that she was feeling.
Gentle arms grabbed her from behind and soft lips kissed her neck. The merest touch of her beloved girlfriend made Heather quiver. "I woke up and you weren't there," Bree said as she nuzzled into Heather's neck. "Come back to bed - I also woke up
horny
," she giggled.
"You always wake up horny, you're such a
slut!
," Heather laughed as Bree tugged her towards the bedroom. She knew that Bree wouldn't take umbrage at her comment, in fact, she would consider it a compliment. Embracing her "inner slut" had been part of Bree's sexual liberation. "Don't you have to, like, be ready for work in an hour?" She questioned her over-eager lover.
"Nope, I have a day off with pay today!" Bree chirped happily as she jumped back in bed and waited for Heather to join her. Bree always got out of bed looking disarrayed while her best friend always looked fresh as a daisy. It was just one of the things Bree adored about Heather and she thought again, she should tell her that sometime.
There were just so many things about Heather that Bree adored and she wished that she was better with words, so that she could express them. She had her father to blame for that, not only had he discouraged her passions, he had stifled her creativity as well. Only now, working with her dear Gerry, had she felt her creative juices flow. Over time, she wanted to become lighter and more carefree, like Heather. Nothing in the world seemed to faze Heather, she went through life with a perpetual smile. It - and Heather's dynamite little body - were the two main reasons Bree wanted her BFF at her side for as long as possible. She knew that someday Heather would find "the one" and they would have to separate, but right now, she greedily wanted as much of the sassy redhead as life would allow. Right now, she looked so delicious that Bree had to have her back in bed so she could devour her and make Heather howl for mercy. She loved the intimacies they shared and how good and natural it felt to her to sleep in Heather's arms.
"It's Wednesday, that's Hump Day, how the heck did you get a day off -
with
pay?" Heather wanted to know. She saw the lusty look in her girlfriend's eyes as she hung her robe on a hook and rejoined Bree in bed. That look spoke volumes to Heather and never failed to make her melt. She would remain Bree's cumslut for life just for the sake of that look.
"I
humped
the boss yesterday until he couldn't see straight," Bree giggled lecherously. Heather laughed and Bree kissed her sweetly. She loved the chiming sound of Heather's laughter. "Seriously, I gave him a killer blowjob yesterday and God, I was glad when I finally made him cum! That man has endurance, my jaw was aching by the time we finished. Anyway babes, we're not too busy this week, so he told me I could take a day off on the company."
