In high school, it had always been me, Jodi, and Nadine. I couldn't have hoped for a closer relationship, even with sisters. We were sort of nerds in high school, but under the acne, clueless fashion, and dumb crushes were fun-loving, pretty young women waiting to break free. Since graduation we'd taken on different roles: Jodi was the curvy jock, Nadine the sultry diva, and I the skinny smart one. Despite our changing interests and personalities, however, we stayed true to each other.
College put a damper on our friendship, but couldn't stifle it completely. Jodi and I went to different state universities and Nadine (her family being quite a bit wealthier than ours), a private east-coast college. Through Facebook and email, we managed to keep on top of each other's lives.
Still, there was no substitute for being together. When summer rolled around, we made each other our first priority. There wasn't enough time in the span of three months to do all the shopping, bar-hopping and gossiping a proper friendship required.
The summer after junior year was no different. The day after school let out, Jodi and I went to Nadine's to surprise her. We had always lived at each other's houses, so it didn't seem strange at all to walk right through Nadine's front door without ringing the bell.
Laughing, our arms around each other, Jodi and I called out "Nadine! Are you home? It's us!" Our voices echoed in the marble foyer.
Silence met our ears.
"Maybe she's in the solarium," Jodi suggested. We walked toward the back of the large house. As we approached the solarium we saw a dark-haired female figure sitting in a plush chair with her back to us, watching TV.
"It's Mrs. Wyeth," I whispered. Nadine's mom was not a normal mom. She always wore a dress with high heels and pearls, no matter what time of day or night, ordered fancy dinners in for every meal, and had really expensive tastes. She was beautiful, but I thought she was materialistic and snobby. Jodi, on the other hand, always talked about her as though she were some sort of goddess.
Jodi tugged on my sleeve and pointed to the TV. Mrs. Wyeth was watching a home video of people having sex.
Nadine's mom was a sex therapist. Nadine said sometimes she ordered her clients to videotape themselves having sex so she could research what might be going wrong in their bedrooms.
"She's working," I murmured, pressing against Jodi, eager to get the hell out of there. "Let's go."
Before I could grab Jodi's arm and drag her away undetected, Mrs. Wyeth spun around in the chair. To our complete surprise, she was wearing a red silk, Asian-print robe, wide open, nude underneath. The fingers of her right hand glistened with fresh pussy juices.
I was pretty certain the couples who came to her for professional advice didn't pay her to get off on their recreational activities.
When she saw us standing there, she didn't startle, cover up, or yell at us. She smiled.
"Girls," she said in a husky voice, repositioning herself seductively, "come explore."
I almost ran in the opposite direction, out the door, down the driveway, across town. But Jodi obeyed the command as if in a trance. She descended the stairs and slowly sat down on the floor in front of Mrs. Wyeth, her eyes fixated on her gorgeous body.
Mrs. Wyeth stroked Jodi's hair. "It's normal for girls to be curious," she said in a motherly tone. "It's okay. Touch."
Jodi reached out and brushed Mrs. Wyeth's right breast with her fingertips. Before long, she was caressing both breasts eagerly.
"Oh...." Mrs. Wyeth said, leaning back, straining to maintain her calm voice despite growing excitement. "It's good for girls to be curious."
Mrs. Wyeth continued to stroke Jodi's hair. Then, she pulled up on Jodi's head and brought it to her breast. Without hesitation, Jodi took a dark, hard nipple in her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue, getting a feel for its taste and texture. She was clearly enjoying this and, it seemed to me, acting on a long-treasured fantasy. How many years had she secretly desired this?
Not content with breast stimulation alone, Mrs. Wyeth took Jodi's hand and guided it toward her mound. Jodi looked at Mrs. Wyeth with wide, unbelieving eyes as her fingers disappeared beneath Mrs. Wyeth's neatly-trimmed pubic hair. First one, then two, then after a murmured "more" from Mrs. Wyeth, three.
I could hardly admit it to myself, but the scene unfolding in front of me was arousing. Was Mrs. Wyeth right? Was there something about being a girl that automatically made you interested in other women?
The married couple on TV began to sixty-nine as Jodi moved her hand in and out of Mrs. Wyeth's vagina. Mrs. Wyeth lost composure as she gave into her desire. Sweat appeared on her forehead. She panted audibly as she swung her hips back and forth opposite Jodi's pumping motion between her legs. She tilted Jodi's head upward and brought their mouths together. Hungry, eager female lips and tongues met in a deep kiss that seemed to radiate heat.
Without even realizing it, I had descended the stairs and was now standing in front of them, drawn to their sexual activity like a moth to a flame. Mrs. Wyeth broke away from Jodi's mouth and smiled. "It's hard to resist, isn't it?" she said as she slid her hands up my legs and under my skirt. "Soft skin, warm flesh, sweet wetness...."
I gasped as Mrs. Wyeth's hand slid past my panties and deep inside my slickening slit. There had been no warning, no warm-up. Relentlessly, she moved probing fingers in and out of me while Jodi resumed the same activity between Mrs. Wyeth's legs. I grew weak in the knees, losing the battle to pleasure that I still wasn't sure I wanted.
Then Mrs. Wyeth suddenly stopped. I cried, "Keep going!" and put a hand up to my mouth, shocked at my own revelation.
Mrs. Wyeth smirked, knowing she had us both in her trap. She rose to her feet before us and let her silk robe flutter to the floor, revealing her entire beautiful body to us.
She stood with her legs widely spread, eyes closed, working hard to control her breathing. Her entire body shook with anticipation as she hissed, "Jodi...clit. Amanda...hole."
We knew exactly what she meant. Jodi knelt down in front of her, I in back. Looking upward toward our mentor, we slid our tongues into the designated areas. At first sensation, Mrs. Wyeth let out a guttural moan that dissolved into a strained, almost painful-sounding "Yes, my little darlings. YES!"
Hardly believing what I was doing, I wormed my tongue deep inside Mrs. Wyeth's canal. It was sweet and salty all at once. With strong, circular movements I rolled my tongue against the wet interior walls of her vagina. I ran my hands up and down her silky legs, feeling her muscles flex as she struggled to remain upright amid this intense pleasure.
On the other side, I heard Jodi's tongue flapping against Mrs. Wyeth's clit over and over again. The entire room was filled with the slurping sounds of sex and the grunts and groans from the couple on TV.
"Yes!" Mrs. Wyeth panted, throwing her head back and clutching at her breasts like an animal. "Yes, my hot little sweethearts. Unleash your young sexuality. Enjoy me with your mouths. Don't stop until I come. Don't you dare stop until...I...ohhh...!"
She froze then weakened, filling the air with sharp, high-pitched wails. Her vaginal muscles contracted tightly around my tongue over and over again. Jodi's head bobbed on her other side, squeezing every second of bliss out of her orgasm.