MICHELLE:
I hadn't seen Lisa since I'd left home -- it's been more than 25 years. The last time we got to hang out was the summer after freshman year.
We'd been close in high school and had the same interests -- both cheerleaders, gospel choir, honor society. More than once we even dated the same fellas.
She was MY GIRL, MY ACE, MY RIDE OR DIE... two black girls from DC ready to take on the world!
But after graduation life took her in one direction and me in another -- we lost touch.
Lisa stayed close to home. She attended a local college, married one of those fellas from high school, had a kid and eventually got a job with the local school board. She got divorced a few years ago, so now it's just her and her daughter living in suburban MD.
I attended college on the other side of the country. I landed a job with a tech company that took me to Canada for a few years, then to Seattle, Chicago and eventually back home to the DC area. In that time I've worked for three different firms, had two failed marriages and never had kids.
Lisa and I actually found each other again on Facebook. A classmate had sent requests to join a Class Reunion and Alumni Fundraising campaign. I normally don't do the social media thing -- I find it childish and depressing, but it actually worked out this time.
I met Lisa for coffee a month after that and we then had dinner at my place a week later. We fell right back in step, laughing at the same things, having the same dirty thoughts, like the time apart had never happened. The next time we got together at her place and I finally met her daughter, Cassidy ("Cass").
That's when things changed...
Cass was 22 when we met and looked very much like her mom, or more accurately, a slightly older version of what she looked like in high school. People used to always say that Lisa looked like Nia Long.
Unlike her mother, Cass is very "laid back" and reserved. Lisa always was (and still is) an "in your face", "notice me" type of personality. You were always aware of when Lisa entered the room.
That night Lisa and I drank cheap wine, laughed and reminisced, while Cass nursed her glass and refilled ours. Without even realizing it, we'd polished off 3 bottles of grocery store chardonnay. I'm still a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, and it was already late on a Friday night so they insisted that I stay.
Cass gave me one of her oversized t-shirts to sleep in and helped me to get settled in the guest room. When I crawled onto the bed it was 12:35. I was knocked out shortly after she turned the lamp off.
I didn't sleep very long -- the clock read 2:17 -- and I needed water. The guest room is on the first floor near the kitchen. I climbed out of bed still under the fog of cheap chardonnay and felt my way along the hallway in the dark. After downing two cold glassfuls from the fridge dispenser, I retraced my steps back to the room.
There was light coming from the room next to mines. The door was open. I figured that I didn't notice it before because I was going in the opposite direction.
I peeked in -- it took a few more seconds to register what I was seeing.
The light source was a large computer monitor on a desk. The image on the screen was graphic -- two women, one black one white, naked and having hardcore porn sex.
Slouched in an office chair in front of the desk, also naked except for an open bathrobe was Lisa. She was completely enthralled with the scene on the computer. Her right foot was propped against the edge of the desk, her left leg dangled over the arm of the chair. The fingers of one hand gently toyed with a breast, the other hand tended to her crotch.
Lisa's head slowly turned in my direction -- she looked dazed, or even high. But it wasn't Lisa, it was Cass.
I think she looked directly at me -- we made direct eye contact -- but either she didn't see me or didn't care that I was there. She turned back to the computer and continued playing with herself.
I should have gone back to bed, but I didn't -- I couldn't. I was transfixed, I HAD to watch her.
Although still in a fog, I still had an instinct to masturbate. A few seconds later I realized my fingers were tracing my nipples through the thin t-shirt. They were already rock-hard.
I don't know if this went on for hours or minutes but Cass finally reached her climax. Her head rolled back as she gasped and jerked several times before it was over. I continued standing there, still rubbing my nipples, as she slowly twisted side to side in the chair. Cass looked so damn sexy.
When she sat forward and stopped the video, I stumbled back to the guest room.
I was wide awake, hung-over, horny and confused. For a few minutes I laid there and replayed in my head what I had just seen, asking myself over and over "why did you watch her...?"
"Fuck it! What's done is done..." I finally reasoned.
I rolled over onto my stomach, spread my legs and inserted a hand into my panties and starting slowly grinding my swollen clit against my palm. I also slipped two fingers between my labia; I was more than just a little wet. I hadn't pleasured myself in a few days, things at work had left me too tense to relax.
This was exactly what I needed.
I thought about Cass playing with herself. Then I thought about Lisa playing with herself (this was NOT the first time I'd thought about my friend in that manner). Then I thought about watching them while they played with themselves.
Then I came really hard and drifted off to sleep.
