This is the fourth part of a story based on conversations between two good friends. Voting has been positive enough for me to feel that this should be continued and there are a few more ideas in the pipeline. Constructive criticism would be welcome.
As usual, the story is set in a place where there are no STDs or other communicable diseases and no unwanted pregnancies. All characters involved in sexual acts are well over 18.
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The rest of Diana's week was relatively uneventful. She called Jenny during her lunch break every day. Their frank, friendly chats left her hoping that she and the younger woman could become friends, not only lovers. Diana was really looking forward to seeing her again at the weekend.
Unfortunately, when Saturday came around the weather was awful. The kids' sporting activities were cancelled. The covered courts at the tennis club were reserved for team practice when it rained, which meant Diana had no excuse to go out. Of course professional football was not cancelled, the Swans were playing away anyway, so Charlie headed off to the club to watch the match with his mates, leaving Diana at home with the kids.
Diana decided to go through the children's old clothes to see what could go to their local charity. She was sitting on the floor in the spare bedroom, surrounded by heaps of clothing, when the doorbell rang.
Much to her surprise, she found Jenny on the doorstep, dressed in a hoodie, shorts and running shoes, though she had only run from her car, parked a couple of places down the street. Even so, her hoodie was distinctly damp.
"Come in, come in! Let me take your jacket." Diana ushered the blonde girl into the house and held out her hand for the wet hoodie.
Jenny grinned and shrugged her shoulders. She put down the fashionable little backpack that she carried with her in place of a purse, then unzipped the hoodie and took it off. Diana was not at all prepared for what the girl was wearing underneath. Jenny giggled at her reaction and did a slow spin, holding her arms out horizontally. She was wearing a yellow mesh top with only a strip of elasticated fabric covering her pert breasts. While, strictly speaking, everything was covered, nothing was left to the imagination. Diana couldn't decide if the overall effect was sweet or slutty. The top disappeared into a pair of baggy grey running shorts. Jenny had slipped her wet running shoes off, revealing a cute pair of matching short yellow socks. She looked good enough to eat.
Once Diana had hung the hoodie on the coat rack in the hall, Jenny came closer and stretched up to kiss Diana. Diana's hands were all over the younger girl's body, caressing and squeezing as they kissed passionately. Suddenly she realised where they were and broke away saying, "Not here."
Diana led Jenny up to the spare room to finish tidying everything away. The spare bed was a temptation but they ended up sitting on the floor and chatting as Diana tidied.
Jenny was in a very bubbly mood. She told Diana a bit of her life story: how she and Matt were childhood sweethearts who had discovered sex early. Her exhibitionist streak fitted nicely with his voyeuristic tendencies and lack of jealousy, getting her known as the school's blowjob queen.
They went to the same university together, where Matt discovered surfing while studying computer science. Jenny's innate talent for reading people and understanding them emotionally let her breeze through her degree in psychology, while discovering she enjoyed sex with girls too.
It turned out that the surfers were a group of geeks who also enjoyed lazing around, drinking beer and hacking into computer systems around the globe. That was something Matt turned to his advantage after graduation when he wrote a number of firewall and anti-malware which were picked up by a multinational for an eight-figure sum, setting the two of them up in their current opulent lifestyle.
Matt and his right-hand man had left that morning to go to a convention. They would be away for a week.
With all the clothes sorted, Diana got up on her hands and knees to tidy the heaps away. Jenny stopped chattering abruptly. "God Diana. I wish I had an ass like yours, not just my skinny girl butt."
Diana was flattered but laughed it off. "I wasn't always like this. Having two kids changed me, you know."
Suddenly she felt Jenny kneeling close behind her. The younger girl squeezed her bum through the comfortable yoga pants and lycra thong that Diana liked to wear around the house. Diana reacted by arching her back, pushing back against Jenny's hands. Jenny ran her hands up Diana's body, under her t-shirt, finding her unencumbered breasts. Her nipples were already erect, pressing into Jenny's palms. Jenny tweaked the hard nubs between her thumbs and forefingers, eliciting a gasp from Diana. She wasn't usually a fan of pain but had felt that stimulation directly between her legs.
Jenny pulled Diana up into a kneeling position and kissed the back of her neck while continuing to play with her breasts and nipples.
"Get up on the bed," whispered Jenny. Diana complied, kneeling on the edge of the bed with her bum in the air.
"Oh, I like that view," said Jenny with a giggle. She playfully swatted Diana's bottom with both hands, then massaged the spots where the slaps had landed. Much to her surprise, Diana's body again reacted with arousal.
Jenny ran her hands up to Diana's waist and grabbed the waistband of the yoga pants, peeling them down to Diana's knees. Diana had a fleeting moment of panic; what if the kids came looking for her? The adorable sensations from the kisses that Jenny was placing all over her exposed behind soon overcame her worry and she settled down to enjoy being worshipped. Jenny teased her, a mixture of sensual kisses and other provocations, raking her fingernails across Diana's firm bottom, licking, sucking and even nibbling her skin. Little by little Jenny's touches moved closer and closer to the narrow strip of lycra covering Diana's pussy, building the anticipation.
When Jenny finally reached the thong, running a fingernail up and down the thin strip of fabric, Diana shivered involuntarily. She so wanted to be touched, licked, taken by the younger girl. As Jenny increased the pressure of her fingertip, Diana could feel her pussy lips easing apart around the now wet material.
Jenny was enjoying the view. A damp circle was spreading across the grey fabric and the trimmed brunette hairs of Diana's outer lips were starting to reveal the pink wetness between them.
At last, Jenny peeled the thong downwards too. Diana could feel the warmth of Jenny's breath on her wet pussy. Jenny stuck her tongue out and licked slowly from clit to pussy, scooping up juices as she went. Both of them let out groans of enjoyment.
Jenny leant forward and plunged her tongue into Diana's sodden pussy, as deep as she could, pulling the labia wide apart with her fingertips. Diana felt exposed yet incredibly aroused as Jenny devoured her with enthusiasm.
After a couple of minutes, Jenny moved her attention upwards, licking her way up to Diana's rosebud. She used the flat of her tongue to work copious amounts of saliva into the tight muscle, helping Diana to relax and enjoy the sensations. That was followed by Jenny using the flat pad of her thumb to massage the muscle harder, easing it open slowly. Diana was in sensory overload. She had explored anal play with other girls many years ago but never as good as this. Diana felt Jenny place the other hand on her ass, squeezing and running a second thumb up and down her crack. The two probing thumbs alternated at pushing into her tight anal opening, going gradually deeper, making her more and more excited.
To Diana's frustration, Jenny stopped before she came. "I brought you a gift," said Jenny. "Pass me my bag."
To reach the backpack, Diana turned on her side and stretched across the corner of the bed. Jenny dug a two-inch black cube out of her bag and handed it to her. When Diana opened the box, her suspicions were confirmed. It contained a shiny steel anal plug, the head about the size of a large cherry, narrowing to a quarter-inch stem, with a white cut-glass jewel embedded in the base. Diana had seen such objects online but had never imagined owning one.
Jenny took the plug from her and covered it in a lubricant that she had also taken from her bag. With one hand she spread Diana's ass cheeks and with the other she eased the plug into the tight orifice where her thumbs had been playing only moments before. Diana was surprised by the cold sensation and then how easily the metal plug went in. She knew it had spread her wider than ever before but only felt a comfortable fullness as the numbing lube worked its magic. As the muscle closed around the stem of the plug, she realised how excited it was making her, right on the edge of her orgasm.
Jenny ran a fingertip along Diana's pussy lips. "Oh my God, Diana, look at all that cream!" Her fingertip was followed by the tip of her tongue, lapping at the juices that were oozing from Diana. She turned Diana onto her back and spread her knees wide before diving in to lick her creamy pussy.
It took just a couple of licks to spread her labia wide, framed by her trimmed dark hairs, all covered with the sheen of her juices. Jenny slid two slender fingers into Diana's sodden cunt and licked slowly up towards her clit. When she got there, it only took one lick to send Diana over the edge. She held Jenny's mouth over her clit as her pussy spasmed around the girl's fingers and her anus gripped the stem of the plug.
Jenny crawled up Diana's prone body to kiss her passionately. Together they shared the pussy juices that covered Jenny's fingers, lost in the closeness of the moment.
Suddenly they were roused by the sound of a bedroom door opening.
"Mum?" It was the voice of Diana's 13 year old son Ben. "I'm hungry".
