It began innocently enough over a cup of coffee. It was an ordinary mid-morning and I with my friend Mary, having a good old natter with her. Well, actually it turned out to be more of a moan than a natter.
"So what's up Jenny?" she asked me, "you look so down."
"It's, um, well, it's a bit personal," I muttered.
"Come on Jenny, how long have we known each other?" Mary asked me, "You know you can trust me with anything at all."
"OK," I said, playing with my coffee mug, "basically, it's about sex, or the lack of it."
"Oh Jenny, of course, how silly of me!" Mary reached out and put her hand on mine, "I never thought!"
"It's OK," I smiled at her, her hand still on mine, "it just hit me the other day how difficult it will be for me to find another man."
My divorce had come through six months ago and though I was glad to see the back of that cheating rat, and yes I had done very well out of it all, I'd realised that no-one was going to be interested in a 43 year old overweight woman with a daughter at uni.
"Oh Jenny, you'll find someone else," Mary said softly, her hand gently stroking mine, "you've got so much to give!"
"No Mary, what man is going to want this?" I said, indicating myself sitting looking and feeling fat and miserable, "it's just me and my trusty vibrator, and I'm fed up with that already!"
"Oh Jenny, it doesn't need to be like that," my friend told me, a warm and compassionate look on her face, "are you sure?"
"Positive," I told her, feeling comforted by the way she was rubbing my hand, "I'm done with men, forever!"
"I see," she said quizzically, "You know, there is another way."
"Another way?" I asked her, not really following her, "what do you mean?"
"Look, you know my Brian is away for weeks on end, working abroad?" Mary asked me, "How do you think I manage while he's away?"
"I, err, I just assumed you were the same as me," I blushed, "you know, masturbating."
"Oh, I do, don't get me wrong," Mary chuckled, "I spend hours rubbing my clit and shoving things up my cunny, but it isn't enough for me; I need more."
"So what do you do?" I asked her, intrigued.
"Jenny, there's more to sex than men you know," she said softly, her fingers caressing my wrist and arm, "there are other women too."
"You mean, like lesbians?" I stammered, watching her fingers caress my lower arm.
"Yes Jenny, just like lesbians," she purred, "I make love to other women."
I stared at my friend in amazement, not quite knowing what to think. I would never had guessed in a million years that this woman, who I'd known for years, like doing it with other women. I had never thought about being with another woman in all my life -- I'd always had a man to satisfy me, well sometimes -- but sitting here with Mary as she touched me and smiled at me mad e all sorts of alien thoughts whirl through my head.
"Jenny, would you try it?" she asked me, still stroking my arm.
"I'm not a lesbian," I murmured, confused by my feelings.
"Neither am I," she smiled at me, "I'm a happily married woman."
"But you want to have sex with me?" I said quietly, wondering what it would be like to see my friend naked, to touch her and have her touch me.
"Since we first met actually," Mary confessed, "but I never wanted to risk making a move."
"Until now," I stated, excited by the desire that was obvious in her face.
"Well, you're single now and so obviously in need," she purred, "and I know that if you only give me a chance I can fill that need and make you feel so good."
So there it was, my good friend and confidante had the hots for me and wanted to fuck me. She was right, I was in need, but was this what I wanted? As I looked into her admittedly beautiful green eyes Mary got up and moved around to me, standing over me and lifting my face up to look at her. I wasn't repelled by what she was suggesting; indeed, for the first time in ages I felt a real flutter of excitement in my belly, but I was uncertain that this was right.
"Don't say or do anything Jenny," Mary told me as she leant over, her face coming closer to mine, "just let me kiss you, and then tell me what you think."
I was trembling a little as I closed my eyes, feeling her warm breath on my face just before her lips touched mine. As we kissed slowly and softly I was amazed at how different it seemed to be to kissing a guy -- there was no scratchy stubble, no smell of sweat or aftershave, just the softness of Mary's skin and the smell of her perfume. Her lips were soft and wet and when her tongue sought entry to my mouth I granted it, thrilling to feel it find mine.
I hadn't been kissed like this since I was a teenager and I was enjoying it, my heart beating harder as my body started to feel warm and flushed. I was responding to Mary fully, returning the kiss with passion as my tongue danced with hers wetly. I was getting excited, aroused, and nervous -- Mary was going to take this further and I was starting to think that I might let her.
"Mmm, you taste great," Mary sighed when our mouths finally parted, "did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, to my surprise I did," I confessed, looking into those amazing green eyes as she stroked my cheek, "I liked it a lot."
"Do you want to go further?" my friend asked me, her fingers trailing gently down my neck, "I can make you feel so good." As I stared into her eyes Mary's hand moved down and started to stroke my breasts through my top, and I let out of soft moan as I enjoyed her touch.
"I do, I'm just...nervous," I said, feeling like a virgin, which I suppose I was.
"Don't worry Jenny, we're in no hurry," she told me, "I'll take things nice and slow -- it's more fun that way anyway."
She straightened up and held out her hand, waiting for me to take it and stand up myself. Mary flashed a friendly smile at me before leading me upstairs to her spare bedroom, standing at the foot of the double bed. She pulled me into her arms and we were kissing again, our tongues entwined once more as I felt Mary run her hands up and down my back and squeezing my bum.
After several minutes I was getting very horny indeed, and we started to undress each other. I felt very nervous as my clothes came off, worried that Mary wouldn't fins me in the least bit attractive - I know I didn't when I dared to look in the mirror -- but if anything my friend seemed to get hornier and more excited as my clothes came off.
My friend's excitement must have been rubbing off on me as I helped her out of her clothes, as I couldn't keep my hands from touching and caressing her bare skin. Soon we were down to bras and knickers and I must confess that my pussy was really starting to feel hot and twitchy, and I let out a loud groan as Mary reached down and rubbed me through my rather unflattering knickers. Then she reached behind me and unfastened my bra, slipping it off my arms and leaning back to look at my saggy boobs.
"Oh Jenny, they're beautiful," she murmured as she cupped them in her hands, lifting them up and massaging them, "such big inviting nipples!"
I gasped with delight when she lowered her face and sucked one of my sensitive nipples between her lips, lashing it with her tongue as it stiffened. Mary looked up at me and smiled as she moved to the other breast, sucking and licking that nipple until it was as stiff as the first. I was getting very horny by now and I could feel my pussy moisten and my clit start to tingle.
"Your turn," my friend said as she straightened up and released the clip in the front of her bra, letting her huge saggy tits spill out. I have never been attracted to women's breasts before but right then I couldn't keep my hands off them -- I lifted her left breast up and did as she had, lashing the fat nipple with my tongue before sucking on it.
"Oh yes Jenny, that feels good!" Mary groaned as I sucked and licked her nipples and massaged her warm soft breast flesh, "you're a fast learner!"
Somehow we ended up on the bed, our lips locked together in a slow but passionate kiss, our nearly-naked bodies pressed together. I couldn't believe how nice it was to feel my body pressed against Mary's -- both of us are quiet plump to say the least, but that just seemed to make it more pleasurable, all that soft warm flesh moving together. I offered no resistance when Mary eased my knickers down before whipping her own off, and as we came back together our legs scissored.
I could feel her smooth and hairless slit rub against my thigh and that excited me -- I could feel just how hot and wet she was. Likewise my pussy, feeling very hairy in comparison, was rubbing against her thigh, and I could feel my juices making her skin slick and slippery. Time seemed to stop as we lay there, embracing and kissing each other, rubbing against each other. I was still nervous but I was enjoying the moment a lot, feeling more sexy and more aroused than I could remember, my whole body tingling with horniness.
"Jenny, I want to lick you," Mary murmured as we moved gently together, "I want to spread your legs and eat your juicy pussy."