Possibly slightly flirtatiously I asked with a smile. "And am I the right sort Marie?"
She replied, "Oh yes Jayne, oh yes and you have been for such a long time. I adore your looks and figure; you can't imagine how much I've wanted to make love to you alone but whilst I was with Barnie that would have been wrong."
"But it's not wrong now then Em?"
"No my darling," she said in a near whisper, a very croaky one at that.
Amazingly, feeling full of confidence I took her hand and said, "Then let's have that shower together now shall we Marie?"
As I undressed gradually revealing my body to her my excitement increased but I still felt in control, something that was new to me. There was tense silence until we held hands and started walking across the room towards the bathroom.
"Oh Jayne," she said quietly, "You are so beautiful, your breasts are all I remembered they would be, they are marvellous."
We stopped by the shower door waiting for the hot water to come through. We were very close with our bodies almost touching. I looked up and down her body and felt yet another strong surge of sexual desire.
"Marie you have a beautiful body, you do know that don't you?" I asked reaching out for her.
We kissed. Our bodies squashed together her smaller breasts fitting snugly into my larger mounds, we ground ourselves against the other as we slowly moved into the shower cubicle. The water poured over us making our skins glisten and all those familiar feelings flooded back. She was lovely to the touch and we both revelled in reacquainting ourselves with the other's body. The softness, the gentleness, the lack of urgency, the knowledge that we could go on for ages and the familiarity that only a woman can have about another all hit me hard. It also struck me that other than that time in the kitchen in Kent, this was the first time we'd kissed standing up.
We soaped and washed each other with our attention, at first, being largely focused on the other's breasts. Naturally, though, as we became more aroused they were not sufficient enough stimulation so we ventured onto the others bottom, thighs, tummy and legs. Kissing almost continually with our bodies writhing against the other our hands were everywhere as we lovingly helped each other towards a climax.
I felt so much more part of this than I ever had before. She had always been slightly submissive so, I suppose I sort of took the lead. And that was so different and such a change from the times with her when Barnie and also Theo were with us. I assumed that was due to those times being more of a show than this which was far more of an intense reality.
I pushed her backwards against the wall and held her hands above her head thus tightening her already taught body and exposing everything to me. I kissed her mouth and then each of her breasts. Feeling very adventurous I stood on tip toe, slipped her down a little and pushed my breasts against her face encouraging her mouth to encircle my nipple which she did even going as far as biting on it. Still holding her arms above her head I slithered closer until our nipples met and we kissed deeply again. Without thinking I pushed my leg between her thighs which she clamped around mine writhing her pussy against my outer thigh. That was enormously exciting. I don't know why but it felt to me to be the most overtly sexual thing I had ever done, certainly with her and it thrilled me so much. That increased as she began to pant and moan as between us we rubbed her pussy against my leg until her orgasm erupted. Her arm came away from mine and seemed to fly between my legs that I clamped tightly around her hand.
And like that we climaxed so wonderfully powerfully together.
We dried ourselves, put robes on had a glass of wine and then twenty or so minutes later we agreed to dry each other's hair. That can always be an intimate act between two women even when done by a stylist you may not know but, when drying and brushing the hair of a woman to whom I had just made love it was also amazingly erotic.
As she was brushing the back of my hair so her hands started straying onto my shoulders pushing the robe along them a little causing it to gape at the front. As she did that I was soon sitting there with most of my breasts exposed which was a strangely arousing sight. Sitting looking into a mirror with Marie behind me our eyes were meeting, before I watched them moving downwards to ogle at my breasts. I liked that and, metaphorically if not actually, I arched my back a little pushing them towards the mirror. That opened the robe further so I could also see most of my boobs including the edges of each of my areola which, of course so could Marie. How many times, I thought, have I sat here and looked at myself like this as part of my masturbation enjoyments? Her movements drying my short blonde, quite thick hair had also made her robe open and I could look in the mirror and see her chest right down to just beneath her waist.
I'm not sure what gave me the courage to do it but, as my eyes locked on hers in the mirror I slowly raised my hands until they touched each of my breasts outside the robe. It seemed so natural, so right and the perfect gesture to accompany the heavily charged atmosphere. Then gazing at her with all the desire I could muster, I slid my hands inside the thin robe and pushed the material completely off my boobs. As I continued staring at Marie's reflection I cupped each orb and rolled them together as at the same time I pinched my nipples. It was almost as if we were voyeurs and exhibitionists looking totally fascinated at the scene in the mirror. I watched with bated breath as her hands slid down and joined mine on my breasts. I watched her press my hands making them squeeze my breasts in a way they had done many times recently with her often in my mind. Then, bending forward and kissing my the top of my head she slowly pulled the robe away from me baring my boobs that I saw to my dismay were sagging slightly. At the same time her robe just seemed to open up as if with a mind of its own. I leaned my head backwards partly against but mainly between her boobs that she pushed forward as she eased her hands underneath my mine lifting them up so she was were fondling each of my breasts at the same time. We watched as she caressed and squeezed, rubbed and gently pinched each of my boobs and nipples causing my face to indicate my arousal. Open mouthed and mostly closed eyes I gave in completely to the lovely things she was doing to me and I couldn't stop myself moaning and sighing, "Oh my God Marie."
"Nice darling?" she asked her reflected eyes boring into mine as she posed the unnecessary question.
I gripped her hands again and pressed them more firmly on my aching breasts that felt so hot and heavy. It really was absolutely lovely and I could think of nothing other than wanting to have deep and meaningful sex with my lovely friend. With hardly a word said, we went to my bed, lay in the middle of it and cuddled up kissing and stroking each other's nudity.
That was so wonderful. Not the urgency or the latent aggression so often associated with sex with a man. There wasn't the guilt and worry that I had always felt with her and Barnie nor when Theo was involved. We both knew that we had all night if needed. We were both aware that we could recover from sex in moments. We both knew that we could ride on the highest crest of the wave of orgasm for ages. And this conditioned our approach. No pushiness, no trying to force the pace. Just gentle, affectionate, undemanding lovemaking that took the other's needs into consideration to at least the level of our own.
We did most everything two women can do together.
We brought each other to a climax with our hands then more adventurously with our mouths. Lying on our sides we made the most perfect oral love.
Although we had almost done that a few times, we hadn't, as it were, gone all the way. Marie's mouth had not visited my most intimate place although she had kissed and licked me very close to it. Similarly, I had kissed her inner thighs, her thin covering of pubic hairs and close to her clitoris. But for some reason that I had thought about many times later but couldn't answer we hadn't gone further. In my many musings when alone I'd put it down to us always having company but now we were alone such inhibiting factors were not there and I guess we were both relaxed about it.
As I lay on my back, my head on the pillow Marie started slithering down my body sort of anointing it as she went with little kisses and licks that were telling me for absolute certainty precisely what she was going to do. As her tongue probed into my tummy button and her fingers slid along my wet lips, without being asked I groaned, "Yes Em, yes, yes please." She knew exactly what I meant and with an enormous jolt to my entire sexual system I felt her tongue run along the length of my pussy, stop at the front, probe a little into the folds of my lips and then with a fucking great explosion of feelings press right on my clit and, or so it seemed, gently suck it. My body came alive in a way that it rarely had before. Sure, Kevin and more recently Theo, had done this many times with both their tongues and fingers as I had with mine so, physically having my clitoris stimulated was nothing new. But this was being done by a woman and emotionally it was groundbreaking. As she did it, I was thinking rather crudely for some reason 'I am having my cunt licked by a woman.'
Whilst obviously, a lot of what she did in that ten seconds, ten minutes or however long she was doing it, simply replicated what men had done before its effect on me was so much more intense. As my body bucked and writhed like a pony being broken in so I grabbed her head and pulled it tighter to me. It was almost as if I was trying to pull it inside me. The intensity of the sensations she was giving me were so much stronger than I could remember any sexual feelings before and I knew that she was finding something, or perhaps rekindling it, that I had not experienced since when I lost my virginity. As I moaned, groaned and sighed my pleasure I knew for sure that Marie was providing the something that had been missing at the very least since breaking up with Kevin and, perhaps for all of my sex life, and that was being with a woman.
Obviously I climaxed and naturally it was powerful, wonderful and without any doubt whatsoever wildly different to any I could remember. For a start I completely lost control of both my body and my emotions. I was squirming against her tongue, lips and fingers all of which were in play in, on and around every part of my genitals and anus. I didn't know just what they were doing to me down there but every part of my 'between the legs pleasure places' were alive with such super sensations that it was as if I were rediscovering sex or savouring it for the first time. My breasts were heaving as I panted as if I had just had a very serious workout and my nipples were pounding like they were ready to explode. I grabbed my tits. I couldn't resist that or stop myself from squeezing them and rolling them around with my hands pushing the two mounds together and lifting them so that my mouth could partially relieve the pressure on my nipples. I knew that I was being uncharacteristically noisy and was moaning, groaning, sighing and maybe even at times screaming my pleasure as, at the same time I was sobbing with tears running down my face.
