written by romane and translated by Solitary Dreamer.
One fine day, I received a wedding announcement from my best friend, Chantal. I fell on my ass when I learned of her nuptials. We first met on the faculty board. Since we both got along rather well, we decided to rent an apartment together after only two months. The two of us lived well together. It was with her that I first became familiar with my Sapphic desires. We shared everything: The apartment, our beds, our boyfriends. She had a thirst for knowledge, and, in matters of sex, she was never satisfied. She was a true slut in these matters.
I remember a time when she lay between the rails of the railroad tracks one night, in my presence. A train finally passed over her. Afterwards, she walked toward me, completely serene, while I, stupefied, thought that she was a reckless madwoman. She smiled and said:
"We will now be able to say that even a train has passed over me!"
I glowed with laughter, as did she. I took her in my arms, and made love to her right next to the railroad tracks. The locomotives passed by without them bothering us. From time to time, one of the conductors would let loose the blaring siren of his train whistle.
We parted ways after the end of our time with the faculty, but always kept in touch. It was for that reason that I was surprised by the wedding announcement, especially given the fact that she had never touched upon it in any of her communications. Who was the lucky man who could make an honest woman out of my friend?
She called to tell me that she wanted to come and spend her last days a single woman in my company. I accepted with joy. Our reunion was all that I had hoped that it would be. Husband-to-be or not, we made love until late in the night. She was just as attractive as before. We strolled through the streets of Paris during the day, searching for the places of our youth, the corners where we had loved. Then, in the evening, we fucked like madwomen. One day, we passed in front of a massage parlor.
"A little massage, how does that sound to you?"
"It's just for men."
"But no, it's for women, too."
I followed her, despite my trepidation, into the establishment.
"I'm into everything," she said.
Obviously, this was not her first time at a massage parlor. She returned, and led me through the locker rooms.
"I chose a little pearl for us. You are going to see."
She led me, in a bathrobe, into a room where a massage table was set up. She tapped on the table without looking at me.
"Let's go, you're first!"
I took off my bathrobe, and climbed onto the table, clothed only in my underwear. She also took off her bathrobe, and likewise remained in her underwear.
"Come now, we are going to take these off right away," she said, snatching my panties.
I did not have any time to react before my panties were on the floor. My bra soon joined them. She then slid her hands across my naked body.
"He will arrive in a few minutes," she said, raising my legs onto the table.
She settled down between my thighs, and began to gather the nectar from my flower. I closed my eyes, and gave into her delightful caresses. My sex became wet from her delicate attention. I forgot that the masseur would soon arrive. I moaned.
"Oh, excuse me!," said the man, opening the door.
I opened my eyes, overcome with panic. Chantal raised her head, replacing her mouth with her hand, and offered a smile, wet with my juices, to the man who had just entered.
"It's no problem, come in." She rubbed me gently. "I am helping my friend wait. Don't stand over there. Come here!"
I heard the door close. I moaned in spite of myself. I finally saw the leading man that she had chosen. He looked at me, and smiled in turn.
"Come on, don't stand there with your arms dangling. Can't you see that her breasts are in need of your caresses?"
She returned to my pistil. He took off his T-shirt. I moaned again. He then kissed me delicately, and went to suck on my breasts. I felt great, relaxed. Chantal left the warmth of my thighs. The sound of unzipping let me realize that she was going to attend to him. I looked at her take out the powerful sex of the man, and swallow it. To think that she was to be married in a few days! She lavished him with superb fellatio. He continued to pay attention to me in spite of everything, even gathering a few of the juices of my wet and damp pussy with his tongue.
"I am preparing him for you, my dear," she said in the middle of deep-throating his cock twice.
