I woke up and hit the snooze alarm, rolled over and stretched my nude body then snuggled under my quilt. I slept naked every night unless the winter got frigid. It was summer now.
I rolled side to side and enjoyed the feel of the silky cotton sheets against my body. I had stayed up late the night before reading my friend's erotic fiction manuscript. It was deliciously naughty and I lay in bed with the covers thrown off, my fingertips trailing my hardening nipples as I felt myself grow aroused.
I twisted my pink nipples, one then the other as I read about how the book's heroin mounted the shaft of her steamy male partner. I read until my fingers lavishly stroked my clit into a pulsing little mound that needed attention and a proper rub. My fingers stroked my clitoral hood, slipping between my slick labia and circling my clit.
I was wet from last night. I took my large breasts into my hands and deftly pinched my nipples. I brought my left breast to my mouth and could just reach my lips over my nipple. I sucked firmly, pressing my nipple with my tongue against the roof of my mouth. I twisted my other nipple with my fingers.
That breast was a bit smaller and I could only flick it firmly with my tongue. My pussy creamed wetly and I came quick and hard hearing the slick slaps of my fingers working my clitoris inside my fat labia, then slept.
Now, in the morning , I slipped on panties, nothing else. I had no neighbors and the dog would bark the minute the gravel crunched under a tire at the top of the wooded driveway. I loved the feel of the morning air on my body as I felt the cool damp breeze from the open window blow across my skin. My nipples hardened from the early morning chill.
Today my author friend would visit the farmhouse and I wanted everything fresh and welcoming. Lynne hadn't been able to visit in months because of her booming writing and teaching career. I loved having her visit. Last time we stayed awake until dawn, talking, sharing stories and having mind-blowing sessions of lovemaking.
Ugh lovemaking, I cringed thinking of the word. It was hot lesbian experimentation on each of our parts, and our primary relationship was fast friends. We did love each other's company. We had other polyamorous partners we saw often, but when Lynne spent the weekend in the early spring, the sex was fabulous and satisfying.
I wanted more. A bit younger than her, I didn't want to swoon. A woman like her...interested in a farm girl and organic gardener. It blew my mind. I had thought of taking Lynne's writing class at the university but thought my burning face and flushing skin would give me away as her lover.
