Today I was picking up a childhood friend, Linda, at O'Hara airport. An ex-high school cheerleader she had married the star quarterback who was a car salesman now. I was excited to catch up with my dear old friend, Linda was still gorgeous with beautiful flowing blonde hair, dazzling hazel eyes, large breast, in a red dress. Seeing me she hugged me kissing my cheek. As I remember the sleep overs, high school dances, games of truth and dare, the first awkward attempts at mutual masturbation.
We loaded her bags in my jeep and I started driving her to my apartment excited she was staying with me for the weekend. Driving down I90 she started crying confessing her husband was cheating on her. She had given up so much for him bearing his children, not working to stay at home, she had wanted to go to law school like I did.
Arriving at my downtown apartment we put her bags in the bedroom and sat on the couch with a couple glasses of wine. Chatting, laughing, reminiscing about old times stretching out are legs to play a silly game of footsie. Bringing her another glass of wine I hugged my friend, "I'm so glad you are here," I whispered.
"That feels so good, you always knew what I needed" Linda said softly her warm breath tickling my ear.
Our lips meeting, opening, passionately kissing, her hands groping my body. She needed love, reaching under her dress I rubbed her pussy, laying her back. I climbed between her legs my long tongue lapping her sweet pussy juices. Linda put her legs up on my back grabbing my long red hair.