It's strange how a night that started out so normal, dinner and a movie with my lifelong best friend could go so far off the rails. But there I sat in a dark, fairly full, movie theatre, my hand up her skirt, playing with her pussy.
I was having trouble wrapping my mind around it, but there I was, getting my fingers wet.
The weirdness started at dinner, when I told Steph about the last time I'd been to that theatre and gave my, then boyfriend a hand job. She pouted and pondered as to why nothing exciting like that ever happened in her life. I called her out on it, a bit. Telling her that she needed to let go and be more adventurous which led to her taking my hand and "making" me play with her pussy, in public, with people all around us.
It did feel nice though. Granted, hers was the first one I'd ever touched, other than my own. Sliding my fingers over her lips, inside her and teasing her clit felt familiar, but different than touching mine.
Pretending to watch the movie, but really watching her reactions to the way I touched her, I figured out, by the way she bit her bottom lip that running my fingers from her clit down and dipping them inside her then sliding them back to her clit, was going to get her off. So I concentrated on doing that. Up, then down, then in, then up. Her breathing got deeper. Her body started to shake. I kicked off one of my flip flops and started running my toes up and down her calf.
That extra bit of skin contact sent her over the edge. She kept it under control but her body tensed then started shaking. She reached down, grasped my wrist and kept my fingers inside her. Her pussy clamped and released my fingers a few times as her body shuddered to a climax.
She let go of my wrist and I eased my fingers from her body. Bringing my hand up to my mouth, without thinking, I licked her juices from my fingers. My pussy clenched as I got my first taste of Steph.
I wanted more.
"We need to leave," Steph leaned over and whispered in my ear.
The movie was almost finished and I hadn't paid much attention to it anyway, so I was all for it. Getting up she grabbed my hand and practically dragged me from my seat.
As we left the auditorium, heading down the dark hall to the exit, I started to panic. What if she was freaked out by everything that happened? What if we'd ruined our friendship? What if....?
She silenced those thoughts by pulling me against her and giving me the softest, wettest, most fantastic kiss I'd ever received. Our tongues wrestled first in my mouth then in hers, her hands cupping my face, mine on her hips pulling her closer to me. My knees went weak and I actually felt a little dizzy when we pulled ourselves apart.
"Your place?" I asked hopefully.
"Of course," she laughed. "Yours is a mess."
She was right, of course. Stephs house was big, spacious, meticulously decorated and usually very clean. Mine on the other hand, was a one bedroom apartment, with 6 bicycles in the living room, parts and cycling kit strewn about in various degrees of clean to smelly.
"I'll meet you there."
She leaned down (she is five inches taller than my 5'4") and laid another amazing, panty wetting kiss on me.
Damn us for coming in separate cars, or maybe it was a good thing. It gave me a chance to cool off a bit. I had a bit of a hike to mine, so Steph had a pretty good head start on me.
The first thing I noticed as I pulled into her driveway was a trail of clothes from her car to her front door. There was her blouse, her bra, her skirt and finally her sandals. Knowing she was waiting nude inside was very enticing. Following her lead, I stripped down to my flip flops, picked up her clothes along the way and walked in.
Now I'd been naked around Steph thousands of times over the years. Skinny dipping as kids and adults for that matter, gym classes, spa days and changing in front of each other, but something changed. Walking in and seeing her standing nude in her kitchen, pouring glasses of wine, took my breath away.
Her tall and lean swimmers body, long brunette hair with deep brown eyes. Her smallish breasts, accented by the most sexy, tight invariably hard nipples. My eyes traveled down her body to her perfectly waxed vee-jay, her strong muscular legs and her gigantic (at least compared to my perfect size 7's) size 11 feet.
An ex boyfriend of mine once confessed that Steph was how he pictured Odins Valkyries. I couldn't say he was wrong.
Standing next to her at times, made me feel a little frumpy. I do have my good points, I'm 5'4" somewhere around 125 lbs, a lifetime, once competitive cyclist, so I have very strong and well defined legs. A flat tummy (not bad for a women in her early 30's if I do say so myself) an unruly mop of curly sandy blonde hair, frighteningly blue eyes and for you boob guys a very nice pair of B+ size boobs.
"Nice to see you can take a hint," she smiled, holding out a glass of wine. "I didn't want to be the only one naked."
