I have been asked on-line and in the chat room if my stories are true. Most stories are fiction, while some small part of a story may sometimes be based on fact, the rest is fiction. This story is true. This is the telling of my first sexual encounter with a really lovely friend, who has become my lady love. I hope she enjoys reading it. Tawny T
Leila and I had just come back to our home. My husband was out this particular evening at my request, and I had planned a quiet evening with my friend. This day was a sad one for her as it was the second anniversary of the death of her husband in a plane crash. I had tried to keep her mind off of it all day with a luncheon for two in an upbeat restaurant, then a shopping spree where we tried on clothes, sexy lingerie, and new shoes till we were exhausted.
Trying on the sexy lingerie in Victoria's Secret had gotten me a little horny. Seeing her in several sexy bras and panties had made me think of her in a more intimate way. Seeing her small sexy body so thinly clad had gotten me hot. She'd looked at my body too, but if she was interested, I couldn't tell. We'd laughed and giggled like schoolgirls. It seemed to certainly cheer her up.
We had come home, and I'd made us some frozen strawberry daiquiris. We'd slipped off our shoes and gotten our second wind. I had turned on my CD player and my usual classical music selections were softly playing in the background. I got up to refill our glasses and Leila got up too, for some reason. Why I never knew.
I came back into the room to find her standing dejectedly in the center of the room, eyes downcast. I set the drinks down and went to her and pulled her close to me and just held her. I am 5 10 and she is only 5 1 and I pulled her face against my breasts and just patted her and stroked her hair softly. We stood rocking slightly. Her head felt so good against my breasts. I could feel her body heat coming through my clothes. In the background Revel's Pavan for a Dead Princess was playing, a soulful, wonderfully moving, very sad piece. I fully believe that this was the final link that brought the next move into play.
I held her while she sobbed, and my heart went out to her. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes and my heart melted for her. A tear ran from my eye too, and she saw it and reached out to touch my cheek.
Leila is a beautiful woman, natural red hair, and pale flawless skin with not a blemish on it, and a small compact body. I could feel her breasts against me. They pressed against my upper belly she was so short.
The music, her closeness, her subtle perfume all conspired, and I could not help myself. I leaned forward and kissed her very softly and gently on the lips. Her eyes went wide for a brief moment then closed. She didn't pull away. She didn't move her lips. I broke the kiss for just a moment then kissed her again just as gently.
I felt her body shudder slightly then her lips pressed back against mine. Her hand came up to move behind my head and press my lips harder against her own. Very gently, I slid my tongue out and stroked her lips, butterfly soft. Her lips parted slightly and I felt her tongue hesitantly brush against mine. I pulled back slightly and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, expectant, and waiting. I kissed her again just as softly, but this time letting my tongue play over her lips a little longer, slip just a little deeper between her lips, feeling her teeth.
Her hips moved imperceptibly against mine, her hand pressing my head against hers just a little harder. I stroked her back feeling her tremble under the touch. Her skin was so hot. Her tongue slid out a little more and touched mine. I gently slid my tongue into her hot mouth. Her breath was fiery as she exhaled.
I pulled her even closer and we swayed to the soulful, beautiful, magical music. It wrapped around us like a wonderful comforting blanket. She later said it was the most soul satisfying moment of her entire life, my holding her, comforting her as we kissed.
We kissed for minutes, hours, time meant nothing. We were one in spirit and body, just holding each other gently, body to body, kissing so gently, so softly. I felt my nipples grow hard and taut, my pussy became wet and I could feel my clit tingle as I held her. I wanted this wonderful woman. Yet I dared not, I could not loose her. I was torn. My heart was in turmoil.
I made myself just hold her and continue to kiss her, keeping my body, my lust in check. Her tongue became bolder and slipped into my mouth pressing, sliding over mine, and skillfully making me hot and excited. Her hips pressed against mine more insistently. She moved her legs a little and straddled my leg and I felt her firm pubic mound press against my leg. Her tongue became bolder, her hand moved from my neck to stroke my shoulder then to slip between us and cup my breast. God I felt like I was on fire. She wanted me!
I hugged her to me fiercely, my hand slid down her firm muscular body and cupped one ass cheek. I pressed her against me and thrust my hips against her body. Our bodies wriggled and pressed together, as we both became bolder, our passions heated.
Leila pulled back and looked up at me. Her eyes were brimming with tears again, this time a different kind of tears, not sorrow, but regret. . "Ohh, Tina, I want you so. I'm afraid if I continue I will wreck our friendship. I'm sorry. I really am." She almost sobbed.
I pulled her back close and kissed her tears away. I smiled down at her. "Leila, I want you too. I'm on fire. You don't know how excited I am. My nipples are hard, and my clit is on fire. I want you too. I promise this won't hurt our friendship or our love for each other. I've wanted this for a long time but was afraid like you, it would ruin our friendship. I want you too, Sweet Lady."
Her face changed slowly, became radiant as she realized that I shared her passion, that I wanted her too! We kissed again, more insistent, our tongues fencing, playing, exploring deeper, harder. Her hips press against my leg, her pubic mound rubbing, thrusting against me. I returned my hand to her pert ass and pulled her against me harder, thrusting my hips against hers.
Her hand became bolder on my breasts, kneading, stroking, then slipping to find the space between my blouse buttons and slide inside to find my bra covered breast. She moved her hand up to stroke the skin above my bra. I moaned into her mouth. I felt a button pop. I didn't care. It gave her hand a little more freedom and she was able to slip her hand down into my bra part way. I'm not overly endowed but am a full B cup and it held enough for her.