Sam saw her first, when she was moving in, and then later at the coffee shop down the road. Sam was unemployed, picking up a bartending job now and then, but she'd been hanging around the apartment pretty much every day for a month. I was working an office job in downtown and every day after work I would look forward to Sam's telling me about her day, which seemed to involve nothing more than watching TV, surfing the 'net and getting off, going to the gym and "stalking" our new neighbor. And then, finally, I saw her up close. She was beautiful. A tall brunette with an incredible body. She looked very strong, yet very feminine, with exotic features; very high cheekbones and large brown eyes and gorgeous olive skin. I walked by her while picking up our mail. We made eye contact and she smiled as we passed each other.
"She's an actress," she said. "At least she's trying to be. I think she strips."
"So what else is new?"
"She's nice."
A couple of weeks went by and a funny thing happened. Our lovemaking became more often and more passionate; Sam became more interested in eating my pussy, and suddenly wanted me to fuck her with my strap-on. We spend hours in bed kissing and holding each other, making each other cum until we were exhausted. It occurred to me that Britt had something to do with it. I know that both of us talked about what she would be like in bed and it reminded us of how we had met, at a college bar, surrounded by women who wanted us. We had a hard time making friends, so many women were jealous of us for one reason or another, and our previous relationships had ended badly. Sam predicted that it was a matter of time before we hung out with her and she warned me that something might happen.
It was at the end of a hard workweek for me when I finally met Britt. I was getting groceries at the nearby market when I heard a voice say hello. It was she. We were in the liquor aisle and she was trying to decide on a white wine. "I'm Britt," she said. "We haven't actually met."
"I know," I said. "I've seen you around the neighborhood."
"I just moved here. I live on the other side of the complex."
"You know my girlfriend Sam. She met you at the café."
"Oh yes. She's really nice."
I helped her pick a couple of bottles of white and then we left the store together and walked back to my car. She had walked to the store so I offered her a ride. "So do you and Sam have anything fun planned for this weekend?"
"No, we're pretty boring. Maybe rent a couple of movies. We don't go out much, not really into the bar scene around here, although Sam is bartending tomorrow night."
Britt looked disappointed. "Oh," she said. "I actually have tomorrow night off. I was going to ask you guys if you wanted to come over."
"Well I'm free," I said.
Britt smiled. "Great," she said.
I dropped her off in front of her place and we exchanged cell phone numbers. I didn't think anything of it, I just thought that I had, we had made a new friend. She didn't seem like she was into girls or anything, but when I got home and told Sam, she had a lot to tell me.
"She's into girls," she said.
"How do you know Sam?"
"She told me."
"When?"
I ran into her at the café. We talked for a couple of minutes. She moved here from Las Vegas. Just got out of a relationship there."
"How come you didn't tell me this before?"
"This all happened this morning. I ran into her my run."
"Uh huh."
It was all very weird. Sam running into her and finding out her whole life story in just a few minutes. But I let it go. We wound up renting a pretty bad movie, so we turned it off and took a shower together and wound up having another night of incredible sex.
The next day, Sam and I ran together. We took a route that was unfamiliar to me and wound up running through the shopping area. Sam pointed out a club that we had drove by a million times, but had never noticed. "She dances there," she said.
"Uh huh," I said. The place looked kind of sleazy, but I was fascinated. After Sam left for work, I did a search online and came up with a website for it. That's when I saw that Britt actually had posed nude for some magazines and websites. I looked at some of the photos and began to get turned on. I put my hand down my pants and played with my clit. Suddenly my phone rang. It was Britt. I made plans to meet her at her place in a couple of hours and when I put the phone down, and after hearing her sexy voice on top of looking at her nude online, I had to finish what I started. I took off my jeans and lay down on my bed and played with myself until I came. Then I took a shower and spent a couple of hours picking out a skirt and top.
Britt met me at the door. She was wearing her tank top and skirt and was barefoot. She had pretty feet. I kicked off my sandals and followed her to the living room. Her apartment was smaller than ours, but she had a lot of really nice pieces. And I immediately noticed a large black and white nude portrait of her above the sofa. She handed me a glass of wine and we sat on the couch and talked. She had the most beautiful smile and the cutest laugh and I found myself becoming more intoxicated by her presence as we talked. Soon the discussion became more personal.
"So you're into girls?"
"Of course," she said.
