Note: All names are fictional in this story.
It's a normal early Friday evening and Sarah, my girlfriend, her best friend Heather, and I are planning to meet up for a rather low-key night of watching movies and hanging out at Sarah's. As I was cleaning up and getting ready for our lazy night at home Sarah called and said she would be about an hour late because she was still trying to find her Mom a birthday present. But she said that Heather and I should go on to her house and wait for her.
A few minutes after I hung up the phone with Sarah, Heather called saying she was working out at the gym near my house and she would just swing by and get me rather than both of us driving. So, I agreed and finished getting ready.
Sarah and I had been dating by this time for nearly eight months and for much of that time Heather spent a lot of time with us. Heather was shy, but beautiful, blonde and athletic. She had just turned 18 about three weeks before and was one of the most sought after girls in her school. Despite being so shy, she managed to hold the role of head cheerleader, and everyone always noticed her perfect body. She stands about 5'6" and weighs just less than 125 lbs, is beautifully tanned, has firm 34C breasts, and has amazing blue eyes and shoulder length hair.
Over the last several months, I had started noticing Heather more and more each time we were around each other. During that time I realized Heather had been sneaking peaks of me as well. It was just an unspoken attraction. Neither, of course had ever really let the other know for sure we had been checking each other out. In fact, I wasn't sure if she was admiring me or if I was just imagining that she liked what she saw.
Heather has always been considered the good girl type since she never seemed to do anything her parents wouldn't be proud of. With that, I often thought there was no way she was interested in me. I am a 20-year-old, 6'1", 205 lbs., athletic black guy who tends to be attracted to white girls. But with Heather, she didn't seem to be the type to go for a black guy.
When Heather arrived at my house, it was obvious she had just left the gym and had just had her shower. Her hair was still damp and she was wearing a tight fitting wife-beater tank top and some very small boy shorts. She looked incredible. She knew we were just staying in for the night, so her and Sarah usually dress in comfortable lounging type clothes.
She greeted me at the door and we headed over to Sarah's house. Her mom, Mrs. Colson, was waiting for us at the door and welcomed us in, offering up a glass of tea and some snacks. It was obvious where my girlfriend, Sarah, got her looks because her mom was still stunning. Mrs. Colson had only been 19 years old when she had Sarah, so she was still a young and vibrant 37-year-old. She is about 5'8", 130 lbs., has long brown hair, brown eyes, and large 36D breasts and a confidence about her that made her even more attractive. She was wearing a perfectly fitting tank top and some sweat pants as she had just finished doing some work around the house.
After accepting the snacks, the three of us headed into the living room to watch TV while we waited for Sarah. Like always, Heather sat down in the floor with her legs crossed Indian style. I sat on the sofa and Mrs. Colson sat in the chair behind Heather. We had been sitting quietly for about five minutes when Heather started complaining about her shoulders being sore from her workout.
So, Mrs. Colson sat on the floor behind Heather and began massaging her shoulders. However, this wasn't out of the ordinary since Mrs. Colson had known Heather for most of her life.
After massaging her shoulders for a few minutes, Mrs. Colson began massaging Heather's back and up and down her sides. She was moving with slow, but firm motions up and down her body. In the process, Mrs. Colson had moved Heather's tank top up her back just a bit so she could rub directly against her smooth skin. Heather was obviously enjoying it as she sat with her eyes closed, head leaning forward, and her body nearly limp.
As I watched, I could feel myself becoming aroused at the sight of my girlfriends beautiful mom rubbing up and down her daughter's best friend's back.
Mrs. Colson then began softly running the tips of her fingers up Heathers side, barely touching her body. The gentle touch quickly caught Heather's attention as it sent chills through her body. Mrs. Colson continued rubbing her this way, grazing Heather's breasts every so often. Heather was now becoming aroused herself as her nipples were visibly hardening through her tank top. She began breathing slightly harder, letting out a few soft moans in the process.
Mrs. Colson clearly knew what she was doing, as her nipples were also getting harder with each touch. She acted as though I was not even in the room. All the while, my dick continued to get hard from the act I was witnessing.
A few moments later, Mrs. Colson ran her right hand flat across Heather's tight stomach and moved it up under her tank top and over her breast, squeezing ever so softly. This caused Heather to moan just a bit more. Mrs. Colson then took her left hand and did the same thing, now cupping both breasts in her hands with Heather's tank top now sitting above her beautiful mounds.
She then took her right hand and slid it down her stomach and then under her shorts and panties. In one quick motion she was now massaging Heather's breasts and now wet pussy.
Heather's back began to arch, her breathing got harder and her moaning got louder. Mrs. Colson began kissing her neck, eventually turning Heather's face to meet hers as she kissed her deeply and passionately. With her hand still buried in Heather's pussy, Mrs. Colson slid around to her side pushing her onto the floor on her back. She followed Heather's body to the floor and was now laying on top of her still massaging her pussy and burying her tongue deep into Heather's mouth. Mrs. Colson stopped for a moment, long enough to remove her top, exposing the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. She then took her sweat pants off leaving her in nothing but a thong. They continued making out on the floor with their tits rubbing backing forth on each other moaning with each bit of contact.
