Getting to Kelly was easier than I had anticipated. Except for hearing her voice through our bedroom window as my boyfriend Tony fucked her senseless, I hadn't seen her or talked to her since our days as college roommates. And that was, well, let's just say it was a while ago!
Tony was out of town for a couple of days, so I had the run of the house and I made good use the opportunity to go through it from top to bottom.
Fortunately for me, Tony, happens to be a pack-rat. He doesn't throw anything out. It only took a little snooping on my part to find Kelly's phone number on a crumpled up piece of paper stuffed into the bottom of his sock drawer. That was all I needed, but a little more rummaging through his sock drawer provided a bonus; a pair of women's panties! And they weren't mine.
I didn't know exactly what I was going to do or how I was going to do it as I dialed Kelly's number, but I would think of something.
She sounded genuinely happy to hear from her old college roomie and it was even her idea that we get together at her place to talk over old times.
"Sure!" She said in that Southern accent of hers, a cross between Foghorn Leghorn and Scarlett O'Hara, "Tomorrow night at about 8ish would be just fine." She gave me her address, which wasn't that far from where Tony and I lived. We chatted for a while longer before Kelly said she had to call it a night. After I hung up, I thought to myself, "No, my dear, this was just a phone call. Tomorrow will be a 'night' - a night to remember -- one way or another!"
I returned the phone number to Tony's sock drawer. But, I stuffed Kelly's panties into my purse.
As I got ready for bed, I wondered what tomorrow would bring. Even though Tony was out of town, I decided to sleep in the nude. I had put our satin sheets on the bed (anticipating his return in a couple of days) and even when I was sleeping alone, I just loved the feel of that slick cloth against my skin -- every inch of it.
I fluffed my pillow, and was about to turn the light out and climb into bed when I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror on the back of our bedroom door. I took a long look at myself. I looked pretty good for my age. My breasts, which were never large, were still firm. My waist looked fairly good, I was never a size 2, but I wasn't BBW material either.
Looking further down, I was pleased with the way I had trimmed my pubic hair. It formed nice wedge pointing straight down to my slit. It had been a while since I trimmed it so I decided run my finger along the border of it to check for stubble. At least that is what I told myself I was doing. The fiction evaporated as my index finger reached the point of my furry wedge and continued south in search of my clit.
No use denying it I was horny!
As I stood there exploring my woman parts with my fingers, I was vaguely aware of something new. Usually when I masturbated, my closed eyes would conjure up images of Tony, or, sometimes, past boyfriends, but that wasn't the case this time. As my fingers gently spread my pussy lips, I began to see images of Donna and the wonderful night of lust we had shared not that long ago. I could see her naked tattooed body in the half light provided by the fish tank behind her couch. I could even taste myself on her lips as she kissed me deeply after eating me out like I had never been eaten out before!
However, as I began to work two fingers deep into my pussy, Donna's image slowly dissolved into another image. It was a younger woman with flaming red hair. It was Kelly Mitchell as I knew her in college. She was walking out of our bathroom after a shower with a towel wrapped around her waist, naked from the waist up! I smiled as I wondered if her rather large breasts were still as firm now as they had been back then.
I reached out with my free hand to brace myself against the nearby wall. In my mind's eye I could see Kelly doing something she had never done in real life. She started to remove the towel around her waist. I focused on her crotch. I wanted to know if the hair between her legs matched the hair on her head. Slowly the towel came undone. I would have my answer in just a moment...
Just then the doorbell rang. At first I ignored it, kids, I thought. Then it rang again, and I realized I'd have to investigate. Reluctantly I opened my eyes and withdrew my fingers from my pussy. I licked them clean and then grabbed my bathrobe and went to answer the door.
Looking through the peephole, my jaw dropped nearly to the floor. The red hair was unmistakable, the largish breasts were still firm and though the face wasn't quite as thin as it had been, it was still as beautiful as I had remember it. She was wearing a pink sweatshirt, some name brand tight jeans and sandals -- same old Kelly.
"Claire!" She called out, "Open up! It's me Kelly, hon. We need to talk."
Damn! How did she know? Oh, yeah, right! Caller ID! This wasn't exactly what I had had in mind, but I decided not to let her have the upper hand if I could avoid it. "Just a minute", I called through the door. I ran to my purse and retrieved Kelly's underwear. Returning to the door, I held the panties up at eye level with one hand and opened the door with the other.
"Did you forget something, dear?" I asked innocently. It had the desired effect! Kelly's jaw dropped nearly as far as my jaw had. She sputtered a little and then asked if she could come in.
"Definietly, hon." I said. "You are right, we really need to talk."
I led her over to the couch in the living room. I beckoned her to sit down and asked her if she wanted something to drink.
