Life Changing Event 1

Hi all, this is a story I wrote a couple of years ago for a Dutch stories website. I decided to translate it into English using my own English skills, Google Translate, Word translate and yes, even ChatGPT (only for translation, and not even the steamy parts). The story is completely made up and all and any real life likenesses are purely coincidental.

I hope you enjoy this story. Let me know and maybe I'll translate more of my work.

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It was Friday evening. The wind howled around the house, and the rain lashed hard against the windows. After a delightful shower, I felt completely relaxed, sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a bathrobe and gazing into the flames with a glass of wine in hand. Soft music played in the background from Love Radio. Completely free of plans for the weekend, I planned to turn in early tonight.

The sudden sound of the doorbell shattered the peaceful atmosphere. Quickly, I made my way to the front door and my heart melted at the sight of the drenched girl standing there. Her rain-soaked face could not hide the traces of tears. I ushered her inside without hesitation and wrapped my arms around her.

She buried her face in my neck, sobbing, and whispered through broken breaths, "He broke up with me over a text message."

I stroked her dripping hair gently, feeling my bathrobe getting soaked.

"Come," I said softly, guiding her to my bathroom. "Take off your wet clothes. There is a dry bathrobe you can wear after drying off. Then you can let it all out."

Rosie has been a good friend of mine for years. I first met her when I was her academic advisor. She is almost ten years younger than I am, and after she graduated, we stayed in touch. At 29, she has not had much luck in love, with this breakup with Mark being the saddest low point.

From the kitchen, I grabbed an extra glass, poured in some wine and settled back down on the floor, against the couch. Not long after, Rosie entered the room. She sank down beside, a picture of misery, sobbing with her knees pulled up and her head bowed. I wrapped an arm around her trembling shoulders and gently pulled her closer. Her heartbreaking cries made my heart ache for her.

Shifting slightly, I enclosed her in both arms and let her cry it all out. After a while, her sobs began to subside. She sat up, took a big sip from her glass, and slowly laid her head down in my lap.

"Are women also as hard on each other when they break up?", she asked suddenly, sobbing.

"I am sorry sweety, but I have never experienced it like that before"

"Mark broke up because I could never enjoy our sex. I never enjoyed sex with any of my boyfriends. Only when I play with myself". She started at the floor and turned bright red when she confessed her deepest secrets to me. I gently stroked her long, jet black hair.

Here I was, a gorgeous young woman in my lap, spilling her most intimate secrets and heartbreak to me and all I could think of was all the deliciousness she hid under the bathrobe. Could she possibly be attracted to women as well? That thought had crossed my mind before, but she had always been in relationships with men. Slowly, I felt her begin to relax. In silence, I savored her presence, her scent, her breathing, her warmth, and her beautiful hair.

My fingers continued to run gently through her hair, softly massaging her scalp. A quiet sigh escaped her lips. Carefully, I let my fingers stroke the bare skin of her neck. A shiver ran through her body, followed by a tentative moan.

"Janey", she whispered softly.

"Yes, sweetie?"

But instead of answering me, she cuddled closer to me. Her movements made the bathrobe slide a little down her shoulder. My longing for her grew stronger, and I leaned forward to tenderly kiss her bare skin. Slowly, she turned onto her back. With a longing gaze in her eyes, she looked up at me. Her left hand rested on the back of my neck, and she slowly pulled my face toward hers. Just before our lips touched, she whispered breathlessly, "Your gentle caresses are arousing me. Do you think I might be a lesbian?" With butterflies in my stomach, I lightly brushed her lips with mine. Passionately, our mouths began an exciting journey of discovery. After a brief kiss, Rosie slowly stood up. Teasingly she undid her robe and let it slide off her shoulders. There she was, in all her naked glory. One foot stepped over me and sensually, she sat down on my lap. Our mouths found eachother again and our arms wrapped around our backs. My hands caressed her bare skin while our kisses grew hotter and our tongues started to get entwined. Without breaking our kiss she tried to take off my robe. She giggled a bit while she fumbled with the rope so I helped her a bit and laid down on the floor. Eagerly she stretched her naked body of mine.

Every inch of her skin that touched mine seemed to glow. When our nipples touched electricity shot through me and I could hold in a moan. My hands landed on her cute little but and started to kneed her asscheeks. Writhing with pleasure, she lay on top of me. Her soft breasts rubbed erotically over mine, sending waves of lust through my body. As if in slow motion, she broke our kiss but her lips never lost touch with me. They started an exploration towards my neck, softly touching me in the hollow just below my ear. A shiver ran along the length of my body and another moan filled the room. While her lips continued their journey towards my rock hard left nipple, her left hand slid between our bodies looking for my dripping wet pussy. As soon as she started licking and sucking the super sensitive tip of my breast, her hand closed over my throbbing, open labia. I arched my back and let out a scream filled with wanton pleasure.

Her middle finger slowly entered me while the rest of her hand pushed and rubbed against my crotch. She was driving me nuts. I let out a disappointing moan when her lips left my nipple to continue their explorations over my heaving chest, towards my tummy and into my navel. I screamed. God, that feels so hot. White hot streaks of lightning shot from that one point to all my erotic zones. I was about to cum when she moved on and I released a frustrated sob.

With her tongue she very slowly made a wet trail towards the top of my Brazilian wax. Where she lingered and licked all over and around my short pubic hairs. My breaths started to become heavy. She could no longer keep her hand over my pussy but her finger was still with only one phalanx inside me. Teasingly slow, her tongue moved towards the top of my slit.

When she reached my clit, her lips closed around the protruding nub, her finger slid all the way inside me and she started sucking as if her life depended on it.

I exploded. My whole body arched up, trembling while the waves of pleasure crashed over me. My screams echoed through the room while my hands kneaded my breasts and my fingers pinched my nipples. I came and I came. My orgasm, already better than anything I experienced in my life, got an even bigger boost when her finger found my g-spot. White flashes exploded in front of my eyes, my whole body was shaking by now and I was running out of breath.

After what seemed like an eternity, my body relaxed and the storm inside got quieter. Rosie let go of my clit and even though I wanted her to give me a bit of rest, the sudden release of her lips left me wanting more.

Seductively, she crawled up and stretched out over body that was still coming down with small aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. Tentatively, she moved her lips towards mine but I grabbed her neck and moved our mouths together for a scintillating kiss, professing my love for her.

After a little while she lifted her head and whispered panting: "My turn"

With swift motions, she moved her legs beside my head and gave me a view of her own pussy. Her lips were swollen and wide apart, glistening with her juices. Her clit protruded proudly and beckoned me to give it special attention. And boy was I willing to do just that. With 2 hands, I grabbed her ass and pulled her down on my eagerly waiting mouth. I started licking between her pussylips, from her love hole all the way up to her clit. Her body arched back, giving me even better access to all treasures. It didn't take long for her to reach her peak. After about 3 long strokes, I gave her clit special attention. Alternating between flicking the little bundle of nerves with my tongue and sucking it deep into my mouth. And then she came. Bucking back and forth over my face she rode me like a rodeo princess. My tongue kept liking wherever it could and I tried to keep her cuming as long as I could. Suddenly she lifted and out of breath she wheezed: "No more, please..."

Completely spent, she leaned forward to allow me to get from underneath her. Then I sat behind her, pulled her back so she could lean against me and wrapped my arms around her softly holding her against me. We sat like this for a while until the fire in the hearth flickered out.

Lazily, I got up. Taking Rosie's hand, I helped her to her feet. With tears in her eyes she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me tenderly.

After a short while, I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. There, she wrapped her arms around me again and kissed me again full of love. I slowly lifted her up and put her down on my bed and laid beside her. While kissing, cuddling and caressing, we fell asleep. Just before I drifted off, I realized a new chapter in my life had just started and I couldn't be happier about it.