It started with an accident.
Her partner of four years, Marc, was buried deep inside of her, sliding in from behind in that way that shot jolts up her spine. Every time the head of his cock slid across one particular spot she was sure she was going to explode. His fingertips grazing her lips, clit, thighs and nipples didn't help, either.
Wait a second... they did help. A lot.
Her mind was wandering, as it sometimes did, in fantasy. For some reason, a mutual friend of theirs -- a past girlfriend of Marc's, in fact -- had been on her mind lately. A few years before, she and Marie had been housemates. The two of them had heard a lot when the other had someone in her bed. Thin walls. Nothing had ever happened between the two of them, neither had even thought they were curious but, now... for some reason... Marie had started appearing in her fantasies.
As Marc nibbled on the back of her neck, the two of them lying on their sides, he kept a wonderful, liquid rhythm. She began to picture Marie lying beside her -- her small, rounded breasts tipped with dark, dark nipples; her wide hips; her full bush hiding even fuller lips. As he let his hand round her breast, caressing up and over the nipple, she imagined Marie's small hands caressing. As he wet his fingertip with her wetness and feather caressed her vulva, his cock rocking into her, she could see Marie looking deep into her eyes, as her strong pianist's fingers explored all the right places.
Moment by moment, she was getting closer and -- with every passing moment -- the feel of Marie's breasts against her own, Marie's belly touching hers, Marie's tongue tasting her lips became even more real.
Marc's rocking was becoming more insistent. He, too, was nearing climax. Even as she continued to feel him, and imagine her, Tanya wondered what he would think if he knew what she was thinking. Her fingers joined his in caressing her body, her mind's-eye turning them into Marie's touch.
So... it almost made sense that when her orgasm overtook her, when it felt like her insides were pouring out, that it was Marie's name that she cried. What she didn't expect was, at exactly the same moment, to hear Marie's name moaned into her ear. Hearing that, another orgasm, even stronger than the last, churned through her, slamming through her body.
They continued to rock together, holding each other close. His fingers played lightly over all the sensitive parts of her body, keeping the pulse going as he continued to slide, he cock softening only slightly.
As they came to a stop, his arms wrapped around her, her hands intertwined with his, they slowly shifted so they could look at each other. Neither were sure what to do, what to say. Both looked slightly stricken.
A tiny smile lifted the corner of his face, as he quietly said, "You've got great taste in women, love."
..
She had just gotten back from class when the phone rang.
"Hey, you! How goes it?"
"Marie! Long time no hear! Things are great. How are you doing, gorgeous?"
"Comme ci, comme ca, I guess. Work is work. Life is life."
The conversation continued for a while, the two catching each other up on the past few months of their lives. Tanya asked, "And the guy thing?"
Long pause... and a deep sigh. "Non-existant, Tan. You know the last couple have been complete asses."
"Yeah, I know, cherie. I'd ship you a dozen hugs, a litre of chocolate ice cream, and the 10 hours of 'Friends' I haven't been able to watch... if I could figure out how to box everything so that Canada Post could get it to you," she laughed.
"That would be great! Any chance of wrapping Marc up in packing tape, too? I could really use his take on why I seem to be the least desirable woman on the face of the planet... well, in this part of Ontario, at least."
"Yeah, I could do that... but it'd be a bitch getting it off of him! A full body Brazillian!" With one voice, they both screamed, "OUCH," and started to laugh.
After they caught their breath, Marie said, "By the way, you two doing ok?"
"Ok?!? Marie, he is the best thing that could have dropped into my life. He's a great talker. He's an even better listener. And let me tell you, when he...," her voice trailed off. "Oh, god. Sorry."
Tanya could hear a deep chuckle, laced with tears, "I know. I still kick myself for pushing him out the door. I'm really happy for you... but I didn't realize how much I miss his arms around me... and I always wondered what it would have been like to make love with him."
"Marie... I always wanted to ask you... but, by the time I got up the courage, I was in a relationship with him and I didn't think it was my business... but... why didn't you?"
"You know long distance relationships, Tan. By the time we were ready, we were heading to different parts of the country. And, when he was finally able to get the money to come and see me...," she sighed.
"You and Sol were a thing. How I remember those nights! God! The number of times I came just listening to the two of you."
Marie's laugh had a bite to it, "I'm glad somebody got something out of that. All I wanted was to get him off of me... and that meant getting him off."
"Oh, Marie... I'm so sorry. God, I'm feeling like an ass today."
"Don't worry about it, Tan. I'm just really lonely right now. I miss sharing space with you. I miss what could have been with Marc." She took a deep breath. "I'll be ok."
"Shit," Tanya replied. She was about to apologize again when a glimmer of an idea took light. "Marie... I know you're out of sync with the school year, working and all... but Reading Week starts in 10 days. Neither Marc nor I will have classes... the most he'll have to do is grade a stack of first years' papers. Can you book off a week, hop the train, and spend some time with us?" Her voice sped up, "With Marc a don at the Res, I've got the room - and I'm sure that both of us would love to have you." ("Oh, yeah," she thought, "I'm sure that both of us would love to have you... as many times as we could.")
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Are you sure?"
"Completely! Look, we can catch some movies, go out for dinner, sit around on the floor talking about life - all that stuff we were able to do when we shared the house. C'mon," she pleaded.
The pause got longer, "I've got a month of holiday accumulated. Yes. I'd love to spend a week with you!"
They continued to work out the plans for a while. By the time the call came to an end, and the two of them hung up, both of them were much happier. "And," thought Tanya, "one of us is much wetter." She was sure that nothing was going to happen... but knowing that Marie was coming - knowing that she was going to see her - would add fuel to her dreams for a long time.
One leg flipped over the arm of the easy chair, a sunbeam from the skylight warming her body, she laid her head back and closed her eyes. As she stretched her arms and legs, she felt the fabric slide across her breasts, and her jeans push at her groin. A shiver worked its way up her body. Keeping her eyes closed, she ran her fingers through her hair, lightly scratching her scalp. She imagined Marie, standing in the door way, her body back-lit by the light. She could see her standing there, a cotton chemise, covering - but not hiding - the swell of her breasts. She could see her standing there, her hips and strong legs silhouetted in her skirt. She imagined Marie standing and watching, and heard her quiet voice saying, "Come for me, lover."
Tanya began to rock her hips, soaking underwear rubbing against her mound. With every gentle push and pull, micro-jolts worked to build the tension in her body. Her hands started to explore, sliding underneath her breasts, her fingernails being felt through the material of her bra. As her right hand moved to her belly, to feel the warmth building there, her left hand circled her nipple. The thickness covering her kept the feeling from being too intense. She stopped for a moment... the thickness covering her kept the feeling from being too intense! Undoing the buttons, she slipped the shirt off her shoulders and reached behind to open the clasp on her bra. Pulling the clothing off, she realized that was as hot as the sun bearing down on her. She took a deep breath, her eyes still closed tightly, and popped the button on her jeans, pulling the zipper down. Her eyes still closed, she could feel Marie's gaze on her. Tanya wondered if Marie would be as wet as she was.
As she worked the jeans off of her hips, she found her thighs wet. Kicking off the jeans, she lifted her other leg, laying it on the arm of the chair, spreading herself to the warmth of the sun and Marie's imagined view. She sat there a moment, her hands caressing her hips and thighs and belly - sliding up to caress under and over her breasts. She teased her nipples, rolling them with her wet fingers, tugging them in the way that she wished her lover would do - harder than he thought possible, with ever so slight a twist.
"Oh, god... this feels good," she groaned. She imagined Marie, one hand under the band of her own skirt, her fingers searching through her hair to tease her own pussy. Tanya began to trace the outline of her vulva through her soaked panties. As she circled her clit, she lifted her hips off of the chair. A second circle brought a moan to her lips. With one fluid motion, she pulled off her underwear and returned her legs to their starting place.
The friction of her fingers competed with the rays of the sun to warm her. As she caressed her neck, her breasts, her belly, her nipples, her hair, two fingers dipped inside of her. She slid them out, dripping with her liquid sweetness. Lifting them to her mouth, she darted her tongue out again and again, tasting herself. She could hear a groaned, "Oh, yes..." from Marie's image. Her fingers jumped back down to her vulva, sliding past - sliding deep - teasing on the way back out. She began to speed up, dipping in, going deep, sliding out. Dipping in, sliding out. As her hips began to rock faster, she lay her hand on her bare mound, her two fingers circling her clit - not touching... well, not often touching. As she imagined Marie's fingers moving more quickly, as she imagined Marie's view of the pained passion on her face and the flush on her chest, and the swollenness of her lips and the wetness of her depth, her circles got faster - and tighter. With one quick motion she caught her clit between her fingers while catching a nipple between others, and rolled and twisted.... and screamed her orgasm to the sky.
The waves rolled through her - starting everywhere - moving everywhere - returning everywhere. Expanding out of her body. Crashing through her body. For minutes she sat there, her hand trapped between her thighs - every breath causing just enough movement to set everything going again.
Gasping, "ohgod," she slowly opened her eyes...
