Everything contained within is true, though names and places have been changed. My stories are for you pleasure and I hope you can live vicariously through me. This is part 2 of "Vacation with the Bestie, Plus One." Please feel free to leave a comment and the final chapter will be here soon.
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The temperature in the plane never felt perfect no matter the type or amount of clothes worn. Currently, the air blowing on my face felt sticky from the humidity and slightly above standard room temperature. Legs and knees bent awkwardly to accommodate the tight configuration of seats. Staring out the window, glimpses of the sex fueled vacation ran chaotically through my head as the heat from Karen radiated from beside me. The first night had only fueled the desire to have Mark and her at every waking moment and every conscious thought that appeared. Snapping back to reality gave way to a new thought. "What now?" Karen and I had never been intimate until now and with the experience in our past, does that lead to the normal life of what we had before as a great friendship or something more. Dreading the conversation that would be on the horizon, I slouched back in my seat and put my earbuds in ignoring the flight stewardess's speech on safety vest and emergency exits. The flight ran an estimated six hours and left to my own mind's demise, I wanted nothing more than to sit back and fall asleep. Sleep that came pleasantly fast and comforting.
Smooth as glass and soft as velvet, my skin slid across the sheets as I rolled over on my back. The air was cool and drafty from the air conditioning, set at a cool seventy degrees, blew across my exposed breasts erecting my nipples in the process. The hand was soft, smooth and manicured to perfection as it moved from my chest, across my abdomen and slid under the band of my panties. My clit throbbed at the temptation the fingers enticed as it circled my freshly shaven pubic patch and the beads of essence strained at the fabric that caged my lust. The teasing increased as each finger made shallow glances across the lips and slowly exposed the built-up pressure of wetness now leaking out. The first finger inched at my entrance and with a little bit of pressure, it slid past my lips, deep into my lust and filled me with an irresistible hunger for more. The sigh that escaped my lips, barely audible, further enhanced the hunger for pleasure and my back arched at the touch of the finger deep inside me. Withdrawing the finger slowly, another one was added and began to put pressure once again to my entrance. This time, the force was heavy and both fingers shoved deep inside me releasing a massive moan.
Startled awake by the jolt of turbulence the plane had flown through, my eyes snapped open and a shameful glance around my seat indicated I hadn't moaned out loud. The dream, though very much a memory, had ran its course and now the results were a damp set of panties. The burning in my stomach stoked flames of desire and the fidgeting started.
"Everything okay girl," Karen asked concerned.
"Yeah girl. Just a dream is all," I said hiding my embarrassment as much as possible.
"You look like you just had an orgasm with your flushed face and clammy hands," she chuckled.
"Very funny and how I wish," shooting a sly smirk.
"Didn't get enough over the past few days?" the words hung in the air.
"Are you kidding? Who could ever get enough of that," I playfully replied.
"Definitely not me," she smiled.
She turned her head back to her book and sank back into the seat. Her hair framed her face perfectly and the sun shining through the window gave off a perfect silhouette. Picture perfect example of natural beauty would be the best description for Karen at that exact moment. The flooding of wetness that resulted caused me to shift which rubbed my set of lips against my clit. The spark of pleasure triggered the need for release. Excusing myself to the restroom, I shimmied my way out to the aisle and darted to the bathroom. Situated at the back of the plane, gave quite a bit of privacy and since the stewardesses were at the front handing out refreshments, I had ample enough time to knock one out.
The bathroom was cramped, but gave enough leg room to squat down. As soon as my panties slid down, a string of grool followed. My clit was engorged and throbbed aching to be touched. Closing my eyes, I thought of the night after the escapade I shared with Karen and Mark. How Karen and I had drank a few and went back to the bungalow and passed out on the bed. How she woke me by rubbing my clit to orgasm right there nestled in her arms. The most romantic and sexually charged I'd ever experienced was with my best friend. I circled my clit faster as I remembered the feeling of Karen's manicured hand running tight circles around my clit.
Before I could register what was happening, the door bust open and Karen appeared cramming herself inside the bathroom with me. With no choice but to stand up allowing her room she closed the door behind her.
"I could smell your need through your pants, I couldn't take it, I want you now," she whispered.
Her hand slid down and she shoved two fingers inside as her thumb pressed against my clit. With rhythmic strokes and tight circles, she edged me closer as she breathed against my neck. Her tongue and lips slowly caressed my neck as she brought me to orgasm. The force hit like a tidal wave slamming into the breakers as I came. My juice covered her fingers and hand which she withdrew and inserted into her mouth. Licking her fingers clean, she winked before she made her exit. I cleaned up and followed suit soon after.
The rest of the flight was uneventful as we both drifted off to sleep until we landed. The rush of getting off the plane to get in the car kept that time focused on getting back home. The drive from the airport to our apartment took approximately forty-five minutes which began the discussion I had dreaded.
"Look, I know we haven't really discussed anything, but where is your head at girl?" Karen questioned.
"I'm elated at the experience we shared. I wouldn't change a thing about it nor do I regret taking part in it. That was the most fun and sexually pleasing thing I have ever taken part in. As for us, that is where the confusion sets in. Like, what now? What do we do or what are we?" I stated.
"Why do we have to have a title? There is nothing in a book that says it must be this way or that way. We are who we are and we do what we feel is best and what makes us happy. It just so happens that I enjoy you physically as much as I have enjoyed you mentally," her words soothed as she spoke.
"That is true, I just didn't know if there would be any kind of apprehension or awkwardness that would come from this," the concern crept back in my voice.
"I have no apprehension or view what we did as something to be awkward about. Do you want a relationship? Is that your concern? Are you feeling different in the fact you enjoy a woman as much as you do a man? None of that should be a worry. You don't need a title to classify you. You are Alice. My best friend and anything else you want to throw in there," she enthusiastically exclaimed.
"I know Karen and thank you for the kind words. I don't know if I want a relationship. You and I both know we prefer to be single. I couldn't care less what other people think of me so that's not either. It's just, do we fuck around, have fun, experience life like we have or do we get serious?" I questioned.
Karen sat there for a minute wrapped up in her head allowing all scenarios to play out before she spoke. She always furrowed her brows when she was deep in concentration or focusing on a problem.
Turning to me, "I love you. More than a friend that is for sure. I'm going to be honest and tell you that I can't be serious with one person. I'm still young and I prefer both sexes it seems. I want to enjoy life and I want to enjoy it with you as well. Whether you choose to accompany me in this journey is up to you and I will fully support you if you decide to keep it strictly platonic," her words tugged at my heart.
"I'm perfectly fine with all of it. I want to explore this new side with you, but I also don't want a strings attached type deal. I want to be free to do as I please and if that involves you in the mix, I would want that as well," I sighed with relief.
