They all began with a knock on the door. This one would be no different.
Jenna was nearest the door, but she had to slip on a T-shirt to cover her bare breasts, enjoying being topless when at home. It was a dark blue shirt, and so, not see-through. Still, the imprint of her hard nipples in the material left no doubt. A look through the peephole gave her a familiar surprise and reduced the T-shirt issue to insignificance. She quickly pulled open the door. "Brianna! What a pleasant surprise! Come in."
"Hello, Jenna. How are you?"
When Ron heard the name, he came to the door. "Hi, Brianna. Where's Bret?" She was still a breathtakingly beautiful woman, and he fondly remembered the times spent on their sailboat.
But the sad look on her face did not foretell of happy news.
Brianna followed the couple in. She was alone and was carrying two square boxes, each about a foot square and maybe four inches deep. "These are heavy," she said.
"Let me get them for you," Ron offered.
Readily relinquishing her load, Brianna said, "You asked where Bret was. He's in those boxes."
Stunned, that caused Ron to almost drop them, but he held on.
To the questioning expressions, Brianna explained, "Bret passed away four days ago."
Jenna immediately hugged her. "Oh, Brianna, we're so sorry. What happened?"
"You might recall that he wasn't in the best of health. He had a heart attack and, well, didn't survive it."
Jenna walked her to the sofa and the two women sat.
Assuming the boxes were filled with Bret's ashes, Ron wondered what he should do with them. He didn't want to seem irreverent, but Brianna was right; they were strangely heavy.
"You can set those down anywhere," Brianna said. So, Ron reverently placed the boxes on the dining table. "He wanted to be cremated, which was actually a relief because I don't know where I would have buried him." Then their friend started laughing. "I don't know what I expected his ashes to be in when I picked them up this morning, but it certainly wasn't plain boxes."
Jenna and Ron glanced at one another not knowing what to say or do. Of course, the question on their minds was what had brought her here.
"As you know, neither of us had any family," Brianna went on. "So, there was no reason to have a service. Even though we have some friends who would have come, I just didn't feel like having to endure a somber service and listen to people . . . and, well, you know, just didn't want to go through that."
"Don't blame you," Ron agreed for lack of anything better to say.
"Aside from wanting to be cremated, his only other wish was for his ashes to be spread in the big lake that he loved sailing in. So, to answer the question that I'm sure is on both of your minds, I'm here because, Ron, you are the only other person I know that knows how to sail. So, I came here to ask if you and Jenna would take us on one last cruise on our sailboat to fulfill my husband's wishes."
Bret and Brianna had been Jenna's neighbors in her previous life. They had been very fond of her but couldn't stand her ex-husband. When her marriage ended, Jenna moved into an apartment and lost touch with them. When Ron and Jenna started dating, Ron would visit Jenna on weekends, and on one of those, they ran into Bret at the marina and he invited them to go sailing with he and his wife. It was an exciting overnight trip. Brianna and Jenna were close in age, but Bret was older. As such, and with his poor health, their sex life was virtually nothing. On that weekend sail, Bret allowed Brianna to engage in a threesome with Ron and Jenna since he couldn't accommodate his wife. Brianna enjoyed it so much that there were a couple more such weekends until Jenna moved in with Ron and she again lost touch with her friends.
Glancing at the boxes on the table, Ron didn't see how he could refuse. Jenna gave a barely perceptible nod of agreement.
"Of course, we'd be happy to," Ron said.
"Oh, thank you so much," a relieved Brianna said. "You have no idea how much I appreciate this and how much Bret would have."
"It's our pleasure," Jenna added. "When did you want to go?"
"I waited until the weekend so you wouldn't have to take off work," Brianna said. "I've had the marina prepare the boat, so it will be ready when we are."
"Tomorrow is Saturday, so that will be perfect," Ron agreed.
"Wonderful. And now, I have another question. Do you know a good lawyer?"
"As a matter of fact, we do."
* * *
After brief explanation, Tim, Rhonda and Corinne were able to come right over. Brianna needed an attorney to handle succession. As a divorce lawyer, that was a little outside of Tim's expertise, although he could have handled it, but Corinne was well equipped to handle such a matter. Bret had a will—a copy of which Brianna had brought with her—that left everything to his wife, so the female attorney didn't see any issues in a smooth settlement.
Once the business of succession was out of the way, all were able to relax. They sent out for Chinese food, opened a couple of bottles of wine and planned the cruise. Brianna invited, the lawyers and Rhonda to come along and they all accepted. Jenna invited Brianna to spend the night and they would all get up early, drive down to the shore and set sail right away. Ron performed a quick check of the weather and found that conditions would be a good for sailing.
Rhonda offered to do the provisioning, so she, Tim and Corinne left after dinner to stop at the grocery for food and drink for the trip.
Jenna and Brianna sat on the sofa. Ron poured each another glass of wine, and then went to clean up the kitchen. Brianna took a deep breath and let out a big sigh.
"Are you okay?" Jenna asked.
"I am now," the other woman said. "I was stressing over spreading the ashes and the will. Now, that those things will be taken care of, I can finally relax. I can't thank you enough."
"I'm glad you came to us," Jenna said.
"I didn't want to be alone. I don't look forward to being alone."
"You and Bret were very special to me and I'm sorry I didn't stay in touch."
"Well, you were starting a new life in a new city. I don't blame you." Brianna smirked. "But I will confess to missing the good times we had on the boat."
Though she didn't say it, Jenna was certain her friend was referring to the threesomes they'd had. "Yes, that was a lot of fun."
"We've had no other friends that
I've
been able to, you know, share . . .
special
times with."
"You're being awfully coy, Brianna," Jenna noted. "Are you saying there is another reason you came to us?"
Nervously, hesitantly, Brianna nodded. "Sailing and legal help wasn't
all
I thought of you and Ron for."
With a warm smile, Jenna turned toward her old friend and slowly moved her face closer until their lips met. Brianna kissed back hungrily. "Is that what you were referring to?"
Again, Brianna nodded.
They kissed again. Jenna cupped Brianna's face while Brianna put her arms around Jenna. Brianna quickly shed any apprehension she'd had now knowing that Jenna was willing to fulfill her desperate need. Brianna could see Jenna's nipples poking through the material of her T-shirt, so she used her thumbs to rub the tips. That lasted only seconds before Jenna lifted her shirt up and off. The other woman's lips were drawn to the pointed nipples, sucking one and then the other.
It was then Jenna's turn to unbutton and remove both Brianna's shirt and bra. She reciprocated by sucking her friend's tits. Brianna's sigh was one of longing.
Finally, Jenna suggested, "Let's take this to the bedroom."
"What about Ron?"
Grinning, Jenna said, "We'll leave him a trail!"
The two women arose, and Jenna led the other to their bedroom, bringing the clothes they had removed and dropping them on the floor along the way. Jenna undid her shorts and let them drop to the floor as she walked. She stepped out of them and left them where they were. Getting the idea, Brianna giggled and did likewise. By the time the women reached the bed, they had only panties on.
Laying the other woman down on her back, Jenna crawled onto the bed, spread Brianna's legs and slid her panties off. She then got into position to eat her friend's pussy.
Brianna was nearly crying. "Oh, you have no idea how much I've needed this."
"Then enjoy." Jenna used her best cunnilingus techniques on Brianna, who came in a shuddering climax almost right away. When it finally passed, the woman
was
crying.
Jenna rolled her onto her side and spooned her, running and arm under her neck and caressing her hip with her other hand. "It's okay, sweetie. Let it all out."
"I'm sorry. That just felt so good."
"No need to apologize."
Ron entered a few moments later, unaware of the brief exchange, only seeing his girlfriend snuggled to their naked friend, and assumed they were about to get into it. He decided to join in. He quickly stripped off all his clothes, eased into bed behind Jenna and spooned her, placing kisses on her neck and shoulder. He kissed his way down to her hips, and then gently pulled her panties off. She squirmed to assist. He lifted her upper leg to expose her pussy so he could taste it. Hers was always the sweetest. When he had her good and wet, he got back into position to slide his cock into her velvety hole.
When Jenna started moaning, Brianna slowly turned over to see. She grinned, so Ron reached over to caress her nearest breast. Jenna then extended her hand to massage Brianna's other boob.
"I was hoping it would come to this," Brianna said.
That was Ron's cue to slide his hand down to Brianna's pussy. She spread her leg slightly to give him better access, moaning her delight. She turned her head to Jenna so the two could mash their lips together.
When Brianna sat up for a better view, Ron rolled his girlfriend onto her back and sat on his haunches to re-enter her. Jenna reached up to play with her friend's tit while Ron took a turn with Jenna's lips. Without missing a thrust, Ron leaned over to kiss Brianna's sweet lips.
"Mmm-hmm," the woman purred.
