This is not just a story from my past, but Yvette's too, so it is retold with permission.
-Sacred Beauty
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At one point I thought I was in love with Yvette. Then I realized that it was a mixture of love for a friend with a bit of sexual attraction thrown in. I met her in ninth grade sewing class. That was my elective only because my parents enrolled me late and all the good classes were taken. I was more open and outgoing back then so we became fast friends. She is much shorter then me probably 5"3' and her whole wardrobe was black. I guess you could call her Goth before it was popular to be so. Well maybe not Goth because she wasn't into the weird make up and jewelry or tattoos just the clothes and she looked damn good. Beautiful bright smile and smoldering brown eyes and dark caramel skin. We were typical teenage girls, blessed with narrow waists and those impossibly flat teenage tummies. Everything the boys thought about my body, I thought about hers. Sexy curves, nice tits nice ass...she was just beautiful. The two of us had a lot of things in common. We liked the same books and music, even had the same hobbies. The best part was that she and I were both discovering our bodies and the boys at the same time so a lot of our conversations centered on sex. We also flirted a bit with each other, just innocent stuff. Both of us were fucking but she was more promiscuous then I was.
Freshman year we had sewing together, sophomore year we had study hall, junior year no classes and senior year we had dance together which counted as our PE requirement.
The big change came senior year. I had seen her in her bra and panties and even naked a million times before. We had done sleepovers and worked out at a local gym so it was natural that we would saw each other. She always wore black bra and panties. Black lace, cotton, skimpy, or regular grandma style briefs. The style didn't matter as long as they were black like all of her outer clothes. So one day we are undressing before dance class and she had on a black bra but these cotton bikini panties, pastel green with yellow flowers. I could not take my eyes off of her shapely ass. And the way it clung in front, you know how you can sometimes see the pussy lips really well when the fabric is pulled tight. Seeing her like that was more exciting then seeing her naked, it was a rude awakening. Suddenly she was this sexual being when before she had just been my best friend Yvette. I get over my crush but every once in a while when she wore those green panties I smiled extra bright.
So anyways, the school year goes by and after graduation when she starts junior college she gets her own apartment. It is way over on the East side of town so I didn't visit that often. The first time I went over there I was so jealous. Her place was just a ugly little studio but it was all hers. It was one large room painted eggshell white with a kitchenette along one wall, and a full bathroom. One cool thing was that she had a loft at the back of the space. We joked and called it a crawl space because you couldn't stand up fully up there. You had to pull a string and here was a ladder that dropped down out of the ceiling. I climbed the ladder to look around and it was hot as hell up there. Nothing particularly interesting either, she just kept a bunch of boxes to one side.
I come down and joked, "Maybe some day you'll let me hide up there and watch you have sex."
That comment wasn't unusual because we always engaged in sexual banter and innuendo.
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Our second semester in college crawled to an end. Yvette was taking time off but I enrolled in summer courses so we hardly saw each other. Finally three weeks into the summer we made plans to hang out. I went over there Saturday around six in the evening expecting for us to eat then catch a late movie. At least those were my intentions.
Her on again, off again boyfriend called just as we are heading out the door. The house is so small that it is hard not to eavesdrop on their conversation. It became painfully clear that our plans were about to change because he is horny and wants to come over and fuck. I tired too look busy, organizing things on her book shelf. Then I was struck with a brilliant idea. I passed her a note while she was on the phone and it said: "Invite him over. I will just go up in the loft and watch."
Yvette brushed the hair from my shoulder and allowed her hand to linger, soft as silk, as she listened to the voice over the receiver. A moment later she gave me this wicked smile then did something that shocked the hell out of me. She invited her boyfriend over!!
When she got off the phone we laughed and screamed. Just two school girls with a naughty little secret. She turned as red as a person her color could turn. "Hurry up he doesn't live that far away...he will be here any minute."
"Oh my God we are about to do this!!" How did I get to be so lucky?
I climbed the ladder and lay there on my tummy silently watching her ready the place through the wooden slats. She let her futon couch down into a bed then turns off the ceiling lights and turns on the lamps on her end table that doubles as a nightstand. Yvette quickly striped naked then changed into her fuzzy blue robe, the one I gave her last Christmas. I positioned myself above the head of the bed so I could see the whole thing perfectly. A fever rolled through me as I realized what was about to happen. It was beyond my wildest dreams, a fantasy come true.
Her boyfriend finally came over and they talked for about ten minutes about the weird noise her car had been making, and then start kissing. He was a lot cuter then I remembered, which was a good thing since I was about to see him naked. Any woman, including myself would have been attracted to his velvety smooth skin and broad shoulders. The whole time I was thinking 'I wish she was kissing me, not him' in my head. Yvette helped him undress, pealing off his button down shirt and blue jeans. Before long, hands started roaming...basic foreplay, but I was so jealous. That's when the scenario became like torture. In that moment I wanted to have sex with Yvette like I have never wanted another woman before or since. It was raw lust, pure and simple.
Yvette wrapped her fingers around his thickness and began to stroke his cock as they continued to kiss passionately. She rotated her body around until she was straddling him then moved her hips slightly letting his cock head settle between her legs. I watched expectantly as inch by inch he disappeared inside of her. Hearing their sounds, that slapping noise from the wetness, and their moans I started moving my hips and grinding myself against my jacket which I was on top of. It took everything in me not to start masturbating with my hand. Finally I was overwhelmed by a since of kink and let the flat of my hand drift downward between my thighs. It was sooo warm up there, probably ten degrees hotter, and because of that I was breathing their sex. Inhaling it deep, allowing it to roll over my tongue, then expelling it with anticipation of the next breath. It was a cycle of ecstasy and my Yvette was the cause. Over and over I breathed deeply savoring her along with him.
My pussy was throbbing like my heartbeat. I swear I could feel it in my throat and hear it thumping in my ear. I rolled over onto my side, spread my legs, and ever so slightly nudged the crotch of my panties away. With one hand rubbing my clit, I slid two fingers deep into my pussy and began to work them in and out.
Down below on the futon, they were getting more into it. He started to nibble at the corner of her mouth then licked the length of her neck and than he moved to her shoulders. I watched intently as his mouth mapped her upper body, leaving wet trails everywhere it had been. She was naked on top of him and my eyes stayed locked on her body. They continued down to her slim waist, and followed the curve of her hips to her luscious ass. She placed her hands on his chest and began to move herself rhythmically. My friend's tits were hanging down in her boyfriend's face and with each downward plunge, he nipped at them.
I was laying only about fifteen feet above them praying they couldn't hear my movements and labored breathing which appeared loud to me. My fingers worked methodically, exploring and stroking my swollen folds. Gentle circles around my clit followed. I muffled my moans as they began to talk dirty to one other.
"Baby, don't stop. Ohhh, ohhh," Yvette panted, "That's it. Right there, you're hitting my spot right there..."
He loved it, "Oh yeah...fuck me...fuck me harder."
