Karen woke to the smell of coffee and something delicious cooking in the kitchen downstairs. She rolled over to check the clock; 10:21am. Good grief! She hadn’t sleep this late in months. She stretched and ran her hands down her body, circling them on her tits and then gliding both down to the warm v where her thighs met her pussy. She squeezed her thighs tightly and moaned lightly. She felt really good; free; a new woman.
Climbing from the cozy warm bed, the cool morning air hit her and she shivered. Karen felt her nipples rise. She dug into her overnight bag and pulled out her gray sweat pants and a red and gray t-shirt. She brushed her teeth and her hair, washed her face, threw on her fuzzy slippers and bounced down the stairs and to kitchen.
From the doorway she saw Delilah busy slicing strawberries. A navy blue floor-length satin robe that hugged her curves covered her shapely figure and her feet caressed by delicate white satin slippers. Delilah’s auburn hair was lose and flowing. God, she loved this woman. She had it all in Delilah, a best friend and a lover who knew her every need. Karen’s only regret in life had been that she didn’t remain closer to Delilah. Sure they talked almost daily, and met every 2 or three months for shopping sprees, but Karen wished they had lived next door all their life so she could see Delilah and touch her whenever she wanted. Delilah had always accepted and supported her every decision even down to her marriage to Ben. Marriage to Ben; what a joke that had been for nineteen and half years. Well, it was all about to change now.
“Morning Kitten. John get off OK this morning?” Karen asking grabbing Delilah’s coffee cup and taking a swig as she leaned her back against the counter next to her.
“Which time?” Delilah giggled, smiling broadly at Karen.
“Oh you naughty, naughty girl.” Karen shook her head in mock disdain. “I heard him moaning as I went to sleep last night. But seriously, did he get out of here in time to meet Jake at 5am after you keeping him
up
late?”
“Why Karen, what ever are you insinuatin’?” Delilah asked in her best Scarlett O’Hara voice.
They giggled out loud again, and pecked each other lightly on the lips. Karen picked up a cup of coffee, a dish of strawberries and some fresh whipped cream and carried them to the kitchen table.
“Golly, Delilah, all this trouble for little ole me?” Karen mimicked with her own southern drawl.
“Hey, nothing’s too good for my best friend. After all, I plan to spoil you silly this weekend if you’ll let me.” Delilah said as she placed a plate of French toast and bacon before Karen. “We’re gonna eat, drink and be very merry all weekend long, Honey.”
“Oh please, spooiill me!” Karen touted. She added the strawberries and a dollop of whipped cream to her French toast. “However, if you’re planning to feed me like this all weekend, I’ll need a new wardrobe two sizes bigger by the time I leave Tuesday.”
“Not to worry Dearie. It will be salads for lunch. Your visit just gave me an excuse to celebrate a little.” Delilah announced. She slid into the chair across from Karen. Her loosely tied robe opening slightly to reveal her luscious breasts lying loose beneath it. Karen looked at Delilah and sighed audibly. Delilah’s beauty had always taken her breath away.
There had never been any question in Karen or Delilah’s minds that they certainly had something special between them from the moment they met at age 8. They loved each other very much, although they both loved men too, and either would do anything they could to help the other. They had supported each other through their ups and downs with the men in their lives, and always found a special comfort when they were together, whether it was as friends or lovers.
Over breakfast, Delilah told Karen that she had some special plans for them that day. All her and John’s treat, of course, and then, they had dinner reservations a Karen’s favorite restaurant at 8pm. Karen argued that Delilah didn’t need to pay for everything, that it was more than enough just to get to spend time together, but Delilah wouldn’t hear it. She said it was to be her treat or nothing at all. Karen relented. She had to admit though, it made her feel wonderful to know Delilah, and John, cared so much for her.
They cleared the table and did the dishes together, pinching, poking, and teasing each other like sisters all through the chores. Then they picked up their scattered clothes in the den, Delilah remarking that as John kissed her good-bye this morning he said it looked like he missed a wild party last night.
“Yeah, about that Delilah.” Karen started as they walked up the steps toward their rooms. “Just how does John feel about us being
so
close?”
“Are you kidding? He absolutely loves it, Karen. He was so excited last night at the thought of us downstairs making out. When I climbed into bed with him, he was asleep, but had a raging hard on. Those moans you heard were him cumming almost as soon as I put his cock in my mouth.” Delilah smiled at her friend. “He loves you too, Honey, very much. And he wants us all to be happy.”