[Just a few quick notes. First, a very big thank you to Gaius Petronius for editing this and for make suggestions for changes that enhanced the story without changing it. Second, at one point I am making a big deal about which side of the bed two characters are on. So everyone knows, I am designating the sides as if I was at the headboard looking down the bed. This can be confusing and it's why ships use port and starboard instead of right and left. Third, some people do come into this story as their first read. I have to give a little explanation at times which I know many of you already know. Please be patient with this. Lastly, Katie and Melanie's wedding will be Soccer Women Ch. 11. We're almost there folks. I'm so excited.]
Carol Rogers woke up to the smiling face of Jen Smith right above her. "Good morning, Sleepyhead. Can I have a kiss?"
"Jen, aren't you afraid of my morning breath?"
"I'll risk it if you will." And with that the two women leaned toward each other and kissed as lovers, not just friends.
"Carol, since we're already here in bed, why don't you give me my next lesson?"
"Oh, Jen honey. No. Last night was pretty intense and I hadn't done that in a while. The muscles I had to use are a bit sore. I promise I'll be recovered by tonight."
Jen had never been fucked with a strapon before last night. In fact, it had been quite a while since she had had any penis, real or fake, inside her. Jen's husband had died sixteen years ago. She had been intimate with some boyfriends since then but she didn't even want to think how long it had been since the last one - actually, over nine years ago!
Carol, herself a widow for almost three years now, had been involved in a "friends with benefits" relationship with another woman for some time. This relationship had allowed Carol to explore more of her sexuality and that exploration had included, among other things, the use of strapon dildos. However, her and that friend had agreed to put things on hold until it was clear where things were going with Carol and Jen.
Carol and Jen had been intimate with each other for a period of time previously. However, the situation was complicated and it had ended. It almost ended their friendship forever, but there was one fact that kept them linked together. Their daughters had fallen in love and planned to get married. In fact, the wedding was only a month away.
Their intimate relationship was rekindled two months before in the course of their daughters' bachelorette party. In fact, it was during a game at that party that Jen first learned that Carol had experience with strapons.
Since that revelation, Jen had been having a recurring fantasy of watching Carol being fucked with a strapon by some unknown person. All Jen could see in her mind was Carol on all fours, a woman behind her, holding Carol's hips and thrusting a strapon dildo in and out. Carol timed her motions to meet the thrusts coming behind her. Her large breasts were hanging down and swaying back and forth. Carol's red hair was flying around as her whole body moved in sync with the relentless pounding coming behind her. Jen had a powerful orgasm every time she masturbated to this fantasy.
Jen had been afraid to say anything at first. When Carol and Jen had that prior relationship, they never used toys with each other. Carol's more recent relationship - her "friend with benefits - had introduced her to the delights of toys. Carol had put that relationship (at least the sexual relations part of it) on hold when Carol and Jen reconnected. So, Carol was a little rusty when she and Jen used a strapon for the first time the night before; her muscles had grown unaccustomed, which Jen had no way to know and so didn't fully appreciate.
Instead, for Jen, it had been a thrilling epiphany. It wasn't better than the sex she had been experiencing for the last nine years; it was just different. But it had been so long that it was almost like a new experience for her. The sensation of being filled, of the fake cock reaching parts of her body that had not been touched in so long, if ever, was overwhelming. She wanted to be with Carol but she wanted those feelings again as well. The simple solution was to have Carol fuck her with the strapon dildo.
Jen was disappointed that Carol did not want to have more sex right away that morning. However, she put on a brave face as they got up and started their day. She did take a shower with Carol, and they actually showered. There was a little touching and stroking that went on, but it was minor and incidental.
Carol needed to do her grocery shopping and Jen went along. They talked about the upcoming graduation for Carol's daughter Katie. Jen had been through it the year before (Jen's daughter Melanie had finished her undergrad work in three years, but was still at the same school, working on her Masters). Jen talked about her experience and gave Carol some helpful tips regarding parking and where to sit to get the best view.
They came home and had lunch. Then they snuggled up on the couch to watch the NWSL Women's Soccer game. Both Carol and Jen had played soccer in college, Jen at a Division I school. Their daughters were teammates on the reigning Women's Division I National Championship Team. Needless to say, soccer in general and women's soccer in particular was a big deal in both their houses.
Neither of them had been able to sit still during the game and so they moved about during play. They cuddled again during halftime and when the game was over. Jen actually turned off the television and they were just lying on the couch together enjoying the feel of each other.
After a short time, Jen turned to Carol and said, "You know, we've had plenty of time to digest lunch, what say we go upstairs and work up an appetite for dinner?"
"You're incorrigible. Patience is a virtue, you know."
"But I don't want to wait."
"Well, you're going to have to. It takes two to tango."
"Technically, I could just take the dildo and do it myself."
"I'd love to watch that." Carol's face lit up as she imagined the sight of this beautiful woman pleasuring herself.
Jen saw the lust in Carol's eyes. She smiled and said, "Maybe some other time. But right now, I don't want it to be by myself. I want you to do it, Carol. I need you to do it. Please."
At this Carol almost relented. But just as she was about to give in, Jen stood up. So, Carol asked, "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere. Your tango comment gave me an idea. I am going to stay right here in front of you and dance sexy until you end up begging me to let you fuck me with the strapon."
Carol now decided it would be better to just sit back and watch for a while. She had already resolved to give in to Jen's desires, but she would enjoy Jen's show first.
Jen began moving her body, grinding to the music that was playing in her head. Carol just stared at her with a huge grin on her face. "
She is so beautiful
," she thought
. "She is so out of my league. Thank God she has a thing for redheads.
"
Jen now took the hem of her shirt and began pulling it over her head. She kept her eyes fixed on Carol and as the shirt came up to her eyes, Jen held it there for a few seconds, like a veil. Seeing just her eyes above the shirt was sexy and Carol just said "Wow!"
Jen pulled the shirt over her head and shimmying, she allowed her ample breasts to jiggle before Carol's eyes. She turned her back and unfastened her bra. She kept one arm across her chest to keep the bra in place and she turned and continued to dance in an enticing manner.
Jen lowered her arm and let the bra drop to the floor. She walked up close to Carol and held her up her breasts from the bottom and hefted them toward Carol's face. "You want these, Carol, don't you? You want to lick and suck on these nipples, don't you?" As she said this, Jen ran her own fingers over the nipples helping them get harder.
