Last Wednesday I called Sandy, my best friend over after Larry blew me off for the third time in two weeks. Every time I needed a shoulder to cry on he was never there, but Sandy always is. She told me not to worry he was just a man and to expect those things.
Within ten minutes of me calling her she was there with open arms. Sandy is tenderly comforting, the sister I never had and wished I did. There was nothing we could not share, openly talking about our sexual exploits. However, I could never tell her how wet I would get listening to her stories of female lovers.
Hugging me tightly as she bounced into the room, reassuring me there was someone who cared. "We need something to drink. Lets try to make something new!" she giggled as we made our way to the kitchen. Oh Lord, Sandy in the kitchen is an oxymoronic statement if ever there was one. Within ten minutes the kitchen looked terrible and we drank the worst drink known to human kind.
It wasn't enough to get us drunk, but the whole scene had us acting silly. She always cheered me up and I loved her for it. She turned to pick up her glass and turned the blender button on high throwing the foul liquid all over us. I jerked the cord out of the wall standing there dripping wet smelling like pure alcohol. I could not help notice she wore no bra as her t-shirt became sheer when soaked, her large taunt nipples reacting to the coldness of the clinging shirt.
We started full belly laughing when Sandy said, "Ok Sis, let's go get a shower before we stick to the floor permanently."
We held hands as we ran upstairs stumbling into the wall from laughing so hard. "I'll get the shower ready," she yelled as I walked to the bedroom to get us some t-shirts to wear.
Grabbing two towels on my way to the bathroom, I found myself standing in the doorway watching her for a moment as she slowly peeled off her wet clothes. Never once had I realized what a beautiful woman she was, feeling a tingling sensation begin at my core hardening my nipples.
