[Thanks to everyone for the delicious feedback I've been receiving. If you're a woman with a special lesbian fantasy, do tell me about it, and we'll see if I can create a story about it. Meanwhile, loving each other is the best part of our lives, so cheers to all of you.]
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"Don't fall asleep," she said.
I smiled to myself as I felt her strong hands working my shoulders and back. "Don't worry, this is too nice for me to sleep."
How amazing it was to be there on that bed with her. A business trip to San Francisco, a reunion with an old friend I hadn't seen in years, and there I was on my belly on a bed with Cleo straddling my legs as her hands pressed and squeezed me through my cotton blouse. What would my husband think? Nothing sexual had happened so far. Cleo and I had never been lovers, but I knew she was a lesbian, and the erotic tension was certainly present. Would something happen between us? Was I ready for it?
Her massage relaxed me so much, but there was hardly a danger I'd fall asleep. We'd had a long day touring the city. Yes, I was tired, but it was still early in the evening and the erotic possibilities kept me wide awake. I lay there purring beneath her hands as I thought of the lovely day we'd had together. We'd been close friends years ago, but at that time I'd never known she was gay. This morning she'd come right out and admitted it to me, and if I was surprised, my surprise was mild. Maybe I'd always suspected she might be gay, and anyway it made no difference to me--especially since unknown to my husband I had an occasional fling with a woman when it was possible. I told Cleo about that this morning when she revealed she never dated men any more. Her response was a pleased look. "Well, that's news," she said. And when our eyes met, it was obvious something might happen between us, an embellishment of an old friendship.
This massage had been Cleo's idea, what they call a portentous moment, since it was obvious to both of us that if I agreed it would take our friendship into new territory. Ordinarily, that might not be so, but with our admissions in the morning about Cleo as gay and myself as experienced with women, a massage was more than just a massage. What did I want? I was far from certain about that in any general sense, but there was no doubt now that Cleo's hands on my body felt wonderful.
My loose blouse was out of my jeans and Cleo's hands were on my lower back. Then her hands slid under my blouse and up my back to work my shoulders again, this time on bare skin.
"Mmm, that's good," I said.
"It's a treat that we're together again."
"Yes."
"You know, I always lusted after you."
"Really? I did wonder about you sometimes."
"But I never made a pass, did I? You had your marriage. If I'd known you were into women, I might have made a move."
"But I wasn't, you know. Not then. That happened later."
"Anyway, here we are."
Was she about to make a pass, about to suggest sex? I thought about my husband. He knew nothing about this part of my life, and I wanted to keep it that way. Should I be condemned for that? We had a good marriage, two lovely children, contentment, mutual interests, everything worked. Why should the fact that I occasionally and secretly enjoyed sex with another woman destroy our marriage? Maybe he already suspected it. My deceit was only half complete, since if he ever asked, I would certainly tell him everything.
But at the moment I was on a bed with Cleo straddling my body, and I had no interest in anything else. We had never had any contact like this, no more than a kiss on the cheek when we met or said goodby. I realized now that I wanted more, wanted whatever would happen between us. I moaned as her hands slid up and down my back. She had my blouse pushed all way up to my shoulders to expose the back of my bra.
She tugged at the bra. "Can we get this out of the way?"
So this was the next portentous moment. It would be the next step into new territory for us. I did want it. I sat up. Our eyes met. She smiled at me as she slowly unbuttoned my blouse. When the buttons were undone, she helped me slip out of the blouse and tossed it to the foot of the bed. There I was with only my bra on top, my jeans still on and my feet bare. Instead of getting rid of the bra, Cleo kissed me, a short kiss, then a more lingering kiss. Her tongue probed and my mouth opened to her. As we kissed with passion, she closed her hands over my bra covered breasts and squeezed gently. Then our lips parted and we looked at each other.
She was older than me by a few years. I'd always thought her extremely attractive, and she was still attractive now in her late forties. She had dark hair with hints of gray, the short hairstyle emphasizing her lovely features. She was really lovely--and also one of the most intelligent people I'd ever known. I was completely comfortable with her, and there was no way I could resist this new phase of our friendship.
Her eyes were on my bra-covered breasts. "You're as lovely as ever."
"It's been almost ten years."
"I don't see any change."
I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, then slipped it off my shoulders and away from my breasts.
Cleo's eyes glowed. "Luscious."
"And a bit droopy."
"But luscious."
"Oh, hell." I laughed and lay on my belly again. "Let's get back to the massage."
She straddled my upper thighs again, her hands once more massaging my shoulders. Then I felt her lean forward and kiss my neck. I shivered with pleasure.
"Mmm, I like that," I said.
She kissed my neck again, and this time I could feel her wet tongue licking my skin. She knew all the right spots on my neck, and before long she had me groaning under her lips and tongue.
She whispered in my ear. "I think you like this."
I groaned. "Yes, I do."
She suddenly stopping kissing my neck, climbed off me and left the bed. "I'll be right back," she said as she headed for the bathroom.
I lay waiting for her, thoroughly aroused now and eager for whatever might happen. When she returned, I turned away from her and she lay beside me and cuddled against my body. We lay close together with her right arm around my waist. Then I suddenly felt the hardness pressing against my bottom. Curious, I slipped my right hand behind me and soon felt the source of the hardness.
I groaned. "Where did this come from?"
