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.
She then gave his cock to me to suck. I stroked it. We both sucked it one after the other. We could feel that he was ready to explode.
"Go on, my dears, make love for me," she said.
He had me get down from the table and turn around, then penetrated me from behind without any warning. Chantal climbed on the table, so that we could kiss while the masseur fucked me vigorously. We both took turns stroking her. The masseur was a good lay who could go the distance. I came many times without him needing to come once, despite all of his wonderful work. A quick swipe of the tongue on the part of my friend and me, in order to help the masseur regain his strength, and, voila, he then began to fuck Chantal. He fucked her as long as he had fucked me. I masturbated, all the while kissing Chantal, who moaned with all of her being. The masseur slid a finger into my ass, and fingered me that way. They changed positions. He spread out on the table, and Chantal impaled herself on him. I squatted above the masseur's face, in order that he could suck my pussy. Chantal had her orgasm. He still had not cum, so I took Chantal's place. It was a superb fuck! I leaned into him before he tossed me onto the table, taking me savagely. Chantal attacked my clitoris. I had a second orgasm. At the moment when I was going to cum, she took his cock from my vaginal flesh and swallowed his tool, glistening with my juices. He ejaculated in her mouth, and she swallowed his semen without flinching.
"Thanks!," said Chantal, her face covered with sperm. "You can leave us now."
The man put on his clothes and left.
"Well, did you like that?"
"And how. I am going to remember this address if only for him. He is very good."
We went to take a shower.
"You don't want him to escort you?"
"No, I can come alone."
"OK!"
Chantal returned to her house in order to finalize preparations for her wedding. I often played with myself, thinking of the massage parlor.
The day of the wedding arrived. She had me serve as both a witness and a maid of honor. Her husband was a fine man, charming, and, knowing Chantal, an excellent catch. There was another woman who served as a maid of honor, a beautiful woman. Chantal had mentioned this woman to me. She had just separated and was only, with difficulty, regaining a taste for life. She had at least wanted to come to the wedding. She was, in fact, a woman after my own heart, and Chantal knew that.
Chantal had had the nerve to seat Patricia next to me at the wedding party's table. It was difficult for me to strike up a conversation with her throughout the entire celebration. She seemed to want to remain alone in her corner. I let Chantal know that the task would be most difficult.
"I know you. You always get what you want," she said.
