Requited Feelings Pt 02

"I need to see you," her simple message popped up on my phone the next Sunday. It had only been a week since I'd last seen her, but it felt like an eternity. Sure, we had messaged each other plenty throughout the week. But, it wasn't the same as seeing her in person.

"When?" Normally, a text like that would put me on edge, instantly activating my anxiety. But, if she had been feeling anything like I had for the past 7 days, I knew what the words really meant. At least, I hoped they did.

"I was thinking...we could meet at Evergreen Flats...tomorrow morning...after school drop-off?"

I smiled to myself reading it. I couldn't help it. The ellipses meant she was nervous, insecure, which, in this case, I found endearing.

"Sounds good. See you then. :)"

I was both excited and nervous the next morning as I went through my regular routine of getting my youngest ready for school. For once, I was thankful for the traffic. Otherwise, I probably would have been speeding too much for my own good, eager to see my friend. I still somehow managed to be 5 minutes ahead of schedule, which worked out perfectly. I hated to keep anyone waiting, but especially of all her. I pulled my SUV in next to her minivan underneath the umbrella of pines. She motioned for me to roll my window down.

"Hi," I smiled, my voice softening without me meaning for it to. I felt less silly when I noticed hers do the same when she replied.

"Do you...want to come sit with me for a while?" she asked shyly.

Just when I thought she couldn't, she kept finding new ways to be more adorable.

I said "ok" and climbed out of my vehicle and into her passenger seat.

"Thanks for meeting me." Her voice and her eyes were both soft. I was especially a sucker when she did that thing with her eyes. It was hard to describe, but there was a puppy dog quality to it, hopeful, begging to be loved, in a way. It always got me, and I already felt like I could melt into a puddle just looking into those blue eyes.

"Of course," my own voice came out quieter than I had expected. The atmosphere in the van felt...cautious, on both our parts. Which wasn't surprising, really. Up until recently, we'd both not been great about sharing our feelings, friendly or otherwise.

An awkward silence lingered in the air.

"I missed you," she finally admitted, forcing herself to look at me. Her words were so quiet now I could barely discern them. She looked as if she were on the verge of tears.

"I missed you too," I practically whispered, meaning every word. A single tear escaped the corner of one of her beautiful eyes. Instinctively, I reached out to brush it away, but stopped short. She caught my wrist gently in her own small hand before I could withdraw all the way.

"Please," a hint of pleading in her voice I'd never heard, "touch me," she rested my hand on her cheek, her cool hand atop mine still. We sat looking at each other in silence for a long time. There were so many things I wanted to say to her. But, I wasn't sure if I should admit them out loud to her yet. Everything was changing so quickly, it seemed. I liked the way things seemed to be heading, and I didn't want to scare her away with my chronic oversharing.

"Are you ok?" I finally asked gently. She let me have my hand back and nodded her head quickly, looking down at her lap momentarily.

"I'm sorry," she apologized.

"Why?" I cocked my head to the side.

"For getting...emotional."

I thought about my words before I spoke them, not wanting her to take them the wrong way accidentally.

"I like seeing different sides of you...but, I don't like to see you sad.

She gave a small laugh and shook her head.

"I'm not sad. I'm just...so happy to see you," her words got quieter at the end. They made my chest ache in the best possible way. I couldn't stand it. Leaning toward her, my hands held her head just behind her ears, her hair softer than I remembered, I kissed her softly. Not surprisingly, she didn't object. In fact, she leaned into me more, tentatively grabbing my shoulders.

After a minute, I began kissing down her neck. I enjoyed the fact that this simple touch was making her breathe faster. Neither one of us could keep our hands to ourselves or bothered trying. Her hands roamed in the same places as mine, almost mirroring them, as mine traveled along her soft hips, stomach, and finally her perfect breasts. I loved spending the time gently kneading the two former things, soft in only the way a woman's body could be. But damn it, were the latter things distracting. I'd always been more of a tits than ass kind of person, and I absolutely loved feeling the weight of hers, how they more than filled my small hands as I cupped them and squeezed them gently through her dress.

It didn't take us long to become impatient. After a few more minutes of kissing, I greedily shoved one hand down her low-cut dress and inside of her bra as the other snaked up her thigh from the bottom, hiking her skirt up to grant me easier access to those wonderfully thick, white thighs of hers. I rubbed dangerously close to the V between her legs as I rolled one of her nipples with my other hand.

She'd given up on trying to touch me, enjoying the feel of my hands on her too much. Now, I watched her with hungry eyes as I felt her up, her perfectly shaped lips slightly parted as she breathed heavily and softly whimpered. They weren't the only lips I wanted to part, but I held back. However, I had to have one of those hard nipples in my mouth.

I freed one of her heavy breasts from the confines of her dress, which I was silently grateful was v-cut, and lacy white bra. With the first suck, she let out a proper moan, and her eyes squeezed shut tighter. My fingers continued to gently tease along her thighs, her slit on the outside of her panties, as I flicked and sucked on her nipple. The wetness between my own legs was growing listening to the symphony of sighs and soft moans coming from her lips. After a few minutes and becoming increasingly squirmy, she'd finally had enough.

"Make love to me. Please. There's a blanket in the back," she managed. I relinquished my torture. I was more than happy to oblige and plunge my fingers deep within her.

Haphazardly, she shoved her exposed tit back inside of her dress, got out of the van, and opened the trunk.

"Are you coming?" she asked. I had to resist the urge to make a lewd joke, and joined her at the back of the van.

She motioned for me to get in and looked around warily before joining me and closing the hatch back. She sat cross-legged as she unbuttoned the front of her dress, me watching dumbly, unable to look away from her. She gave a little smirk, clearly pleased with the effect she was having on me.

"Are you going to get undressed, or do I have to do it for you?" she teased with a smile. "But first, help me with this dress. Please."

Without a word, I helped lift the denim dress over her head. Once she was down to her underwear, I couldn't help myself; I had to kiss her again. After a few seconds, she pulled away, laughing.

"We don't have much time," she reminded me. Right. She had to get to work in less than an hour. In a flurry of hands and rushed motions, we finished undressing each other. Completely naked, we laid down on the scratchy carpet of the trunk space and covered ourselves with the large wool blanket. Entwining with each other, we didn't waste anymore time.

Our lips met again and I realized how calming and excited her kisses made me. I never wanted them to stop, so gentle and so hungry at the same time. My nipples hardened as her own brushed against them. We both let out deep moans into each other's mouths as our fingers found their way inside of the other. I found that it was, somehow, even hotter to be fingering each other at the same time. I'd never imagined it would be this...satisfying...to be with another woman. And I'd had plenty of daydreams about it.

We seemed to be mirroring each other again. I didn't know if she was doing it on purpose, but it was making me that much hornier as her two fingers worked simultaneously inside of my very wet cunt.

It became increasingly difficult to keep kissing as our fingers worked harder and faster inside of each other with ease, both of us worked up beyond return. I managed to start rubbing her clit with my thumb, and she did the same to me. That was the end of the kissing as we both sighed lustily.

Somehow, we increased our tempo, though we were already finger fucking each other pretty good. I hoped I would be able to keep going as she brought me close, and wondered if she was thinking the same. The thought of climaxing at the same time turned me on even more, and my hips started gyrating against the fingers inside of me. I was almost there and it was a struggle to focus enough to keep fingering her, but I managed. I could feel the wave building inside of me quickly as I felt her start spasming around my own slippery fingers. Both of our cries and moans and whimpers of pleasure filled the van, neither of us able to care how loud we were being. It felt so damn good.

I thrust wildly at her hand, any self-consciousness I had hurled out the proverbial window. I climaxed hard, stars bursting behind my eyes, as I listened to the guttural sounds coming from my friend as her own pussy spasmed violently around my fingers, legs shaking. The cries eventually subsided to heaving breathing as we both reluctantly withdrew our fingers from inside of each other and drew our bodies closer in an embrace, neither of us willing to let go just yet.

She lazily kissed my shoulder, my neck, my collarbone as we laid tangled together, catching our breath.

"I told you I missed you," I spoke low into her ear. Her kisses stopped abruptly, and her brow furrowed in thought.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I don't want you to think I just want to do...this...all the time, that that's the only reason I asked you here this morning."

"I know," I reassured her, kissing her forehead. "Sometimes it's just easier to communicate without words." She sighed softly against me, content knowing I understood.