This is my first attempt at literotica, so be nice, OK. I'm writing this on the advice of a friend. A very special friend. She suggested I use my talent to break out into a different literary venue, so for you my Amanda, here goes.
The day I moved in was crazy. Unloading boxes off of the truck and bringing them into the apartment was tiring. By the time I got the last box into the apartment, I was exhausted. Sweating and absolutely exhausted. I wiped my brow and looked around my new apartment. It was bare and raw, but it was mine. I've never had my own place before, so this was gonna be an adventure. I went from my mother's house to my first husband's house and then back to my mother's house before moving out to be with my second husband. When things didn't work out with him, I was heartbroken. I didn't want to be 37 years old and a two time loser at marriage. My teenaged daughter elected to stay with my soon to be ex husband for the summer until I could get our new place set up. Moving from Northern New York to the Beltway wasn't an easy decision, but I wanted to start a new life. A life where I was truly on my own. I was either gonna sink or swim in my new city. I plopped down on the couch, leaving my apartment door open. It was hot and I hadn't yet bought an air conditioner for my new place.
"Hello. Is anyone here?" a voice called out from the doorway.
"Um... yeah. I'm... I'm in here." I answered looking back at my door. That is when I saw her. She was a voluptous, caramel skinned woman. She stood about 5'9" and posessed 42 DD breast protruding from her chest.
"Hey, you must be my new neighbor. I'm Amanda. I live in the apartment right next door." she smiled as I got up from the couch to greet her.
"I'm Barb. It's really nice to meet you." I smiled extending my hand to her.
"What's that accent I detect? Is that New York?" she asked smiling at me. Her smile sent shivers up and down my spine.
"Yeah, um... I'm originally from Queens, but I just left Northern New York. My husband... I mean, my soon to be ex husband and I lived there for 6 years. It... it didn't work out. My daughter is still there. At least until the summer is over, then she's gonna come out here to start school." I don't know why I was pouring my heart out to this stranger, but there was just something so comfortable about her.
"Oh, OK. Um... I'll... I'll let you get back to your unpacking. I know how stressful moving could be." she stuttered beginning to back out of the apartment.
"No, please. Um... I'm really tired and I don't even want to look at another box today. I was... I was thinking about maybe taking a shower and going out. Do you know any good bars around here? I could really use a drink and relax after the last year I've had." I replied, trying to keep my new neighbor from leaving, thinking I was a freak who dumped her problems on the first stranger nice enough to say hi.
"Well, I was thinking of maybe watching a movie tonight. You know, a quiet night at home. I bought a bottle of wine and I have some cheesy chick flicks. How about you come on over to my place after your shower? We can order out and just have a girls night in." she suggested smiling down at me. Now let me take some time to describe myself. I'm 5'6" and weight between 155 and 165lbs. I've had 2 kids, so a lot of it is just weight that I can't keep off. My breasts are 36 B, but a little saggy for the same reason. I have medium length blond hair and bright blue eyes. My first marriage lasted only a couple of years. The guy was a dud. I was 18 and stupid. He was a violent alcoholic. A fact that didn't surface until after we got married and I was pregnant with is child. My second marriage lasted considerably longer. 15 years. Things were tough for us in the beginning, but we stuck together. But as things gradually got better, our relationship got worse. Finally, I couldn't take the fighting all of the time and being blamed for everything that went wrong in his world, so I decided to cut my losses and start fresh.
"That sounds like a great idea. Are you sure it's not an imposition? I mean, I don't want to intrude on your quiet night at home." I meant it when I said it, but secretly hoped that she wouldn't retract her offer as I didn't want to be alone on my first night in a new city.
"Of course not. You don't know anybody and I wouldn't want to be sitting at home worrying about some asshole taking advantage of you out all alone and vulnerable." she smiled looking down at me.
"Thank you Amanda. I really appreciate that offer. I can be over in say an hour. I have to find the box where I put my towels and some clean clothes."
"Don't worry about getting dressed up. Just wear some sweats or something that you're comfortable in. Remember, it's just us girls." she smiled touching my arm gently. My pussy began to pulsate. I hadn't had sex in quite a while and was surprised at my reaction. I've never reacted like that with another woman before.
"Um... OK. Thanks again Amanda. I'll see you in an hour." I smiled trying to cover my physical reaction to her touch.
"OK, see you in an hour. Is pizza OK? I mean, it's not New York, but it's got sauce and cheese."
"Sure. Pizza is fine. I'll um... I'll see you in an hour." she promptly left the apartment as I closed the door. I rushed over to the box that was marked bathroom and ripped it open, rummaging through it for a towel. I then went to my bedroom box and started picking out what I wanted to wear. I couldn't stop thinking about my reaction to Amanda's touch. Sure I've thought about being with a woman. I've even admired women's breasts before, but I've never had that kind of reaction to one's touch before. I was hoping that she could be a good friend, but also I hoped she would be more. Maybe not a girlfriend, but a friend with benefits. I chose a mixed outfit. My Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon pajama pants and a black tank top. I chose not to wear a bra. I don't sleep in one, so I rarely wear one unless I have to go out of the house. I picked out a pair of pink thong underpants I had bought to excite my husband, but it didn't work. He just complained that I bought new underwear when there were bills to pay. I took my time in the shower. I washed my hair and then proceeded to wash my body. I lathered the soap up and down my arms before crossing my chest. I massaged my breasts one by one. Each time I'd rake my palm over my nipples, they would stiffen, sending shivers down to my pussy. I trailed the soap down my stomach before venturing down to my pussy. I began shaving my pussy to turn my husband on, but when he didn't notice, I continued to do it for myself. I masturbated a lot towards the end of our marriage and I found that my pussy was more sensative when it was shaved. I enjoyed the sensation my vibe would give me. I slipped the soap between my thick cunt lips, carefully cleaning my clit and my vagina. I allowed a finger to slip into my wet hole, cleaning it thoroughly before reaching back to my puckered asshole. I slipped a finger in there as well, cleaning it. As I fingered my own asshole, shivers went through my body. I was tempted to bring myself off, but opted against it, as I had already spent too much time in the shower as it was. I still needed to dry off and get dressed before brushing my hair, to make it over to Amanda's in the time I had alotted myself.
