The Path Of Least Resistance 1

Note: If the fictitious depiction of infidelity offends you, this story might not be suitable for you.

I met Andrea a week before she married my husband's best friend, Miles. She stopped by one morning to introduce herself and invite me to lunch, which I gladly accepted. My first impression was that she was way out of his league, not that Miles wasn't a charming guy and handsome enough, but she didn't seem like the submissive housewife type that Miles always bragged he'd marry. She was very pretty...nice eyes and smile, shapely body, great hair and nails, and a sweet demeanor. I liked her. I think she liked me too, because she was smiling a lot as we chatted, and told me to call her Andy. We agreed on Gino's Pub and 1pm for lunch and said our goodbyes for the time being.

Lunch was great, she was very easy going and funny, and I knew we were going to be friends. She came from a very wealthy family, but sarcastically mocked her own fortune and advantage.

"I'm the Junior Executive VP of JLB Industries....my father's the CEO....but I've never been there and don't really even know what it is," she scoffed. "So I basically get paid a huge salary to do nothing......but....I only actually spend what I need to pay my living expenses.....plus a few extras." she grinned. "I'm stashing the rest, to decide what to do with later. My house and car are paid for too, so it's pretty obscene being me."

I laughed and joked, noticing her Birkin, "You wear it so well. If you hadn't told me I wouldn't have known."

She flashed me an appreciative smile. "Just don't freak out when I invite you to do things and pay for everything. It's not to disrespect you, it's a middle finger to the absurdity of my life.......plus I like to shop and vacation."

I giggled and nodded.

"Tell me about Russ," she said.

"Russ is Miles.....Miles is Russ" I stated plainly. "They talk alike, they think alike, they act alike." I shook my head in thought, "I don't think I've ever heard them argue."

"That's kinda scary," she chuckled. "At least now I'll have you to translate for me when Miles is trying to mansplain."

We both giggled.

"To new friends," I held up my glass.

"To new friends," she replied smiling as she reached over and took my hand in hers and held it while we touched glasses and drank.

I liked her very much.

Andrea and Miles met about six months ago by chance, and then, one or the other of them were out of town at different times for the next couple of months so they hadn't been able to reconnect. They felt a mutual attraction and draw to each other, and finally just decided to meet up in Cozumel for their first official date. They were engaged six weeks later.

"Congratulations on Andy, she's a hottie!" I said to Miles the next day as he and Russ came in from fishing. "And thanks for the new girlfriend."

"Thanks Mel!" he beamed. "Yeah, I heard you two hit it off yesterday."

"Yep, we've already got another lunch date planned after you get back from Cozumel" I said smiling.

"I heard about that too...I think the new girlfriend excitement is mutual," Miles replied "She already asked if I know when your birthday is."

I smiled and blushed, feeling warm and happy knowing that she'd asked.

"She also said that she needed to go shopping and change her hair style because you're gorgeous and she felt like a slob next to you."

"She said that?" I asked, still blushing.

"She did," he nodded, "I think she already made the hair appointment."

I was pleasantly stunned. She thinks I'm gorgeous? Why does it suddenly matter more to me now that I know she said it? She's changing her hair because of me? I was at a loss, but I'd never felt more attractive or more affection for another friend.

Miles and Andrea had a lovely wedding and honeymoon, and settled in to begin married life. She had indeed gotten her hair cut in a different style a few days before the wedding. After they tied the knot, she and I became almost inseparable when we weren't with our husbands, and since they were best friends too, we spent a lot of time together.

Andrea had begun to learn a lot more about Miles and Russ, and their quirky ways. Neither of them wanted children, neither liked to fly, they would only watch sports in person at the event, they only drank hard liquor and didn't see the point of beer, and neither one wore a watch, not seeing the point of those either. Of course this was just a sample of a much longer list of 'isms', but they were decent men with plenty of good qualities, and we loved them.

About nine months had passed since the wedding and Russ and Miles were on a weekend fishing trip when my 30th birthday arrived, which hurt a little, so I was feeling down. It was the only available weekend to get the charter they wanted. Andrea had found out the date at some point because my phone buzzed at 8am, with a video of her singing happy birthday to me.

I texted her back.

..hey sweets, thanks for my song..

..wanna come have breakfast?..

..I sure do!..

..Yay! Bring a swimsuit..

..k. see you in about 45 mins..

I shaved my legs, touched up my hair and put on a little makeup, and slipped into my orange tiger striped bikini and a pair of black sandals. Adding a white mesh football jersey as a cover garment, I headed for the front door, grabbing my sunglasses and my bag.

Andrea's home was stunning. Exactly what you'd expect a wealthy estate to look like, perfectly manicured landscaping and a sprawling lawn with an ornamental fountain. Miles had rented his house out and moved in to Andrea's after the wedding. As usual, I let myself in the front door.

"Honey I'm home!" I yelled. I could hear her running footsteps coming from somewhere, getting louder. She rounded the corner into the foyer, nearly skidding sideways, and threw her arms around me giggling.

"Yeeee, my birthday girl!" She squealed as she grabbed my face and planted three kisses on my lips and pulled me close for a tight squeeze.

I was smitten.

"I've never had anyone make me feel as good as you do or care for me like you........Thank you, Andy," I said shakily, a couple sentimental tears sneaking down my cheeks.

"Mmmmm," she cooed as she held me close and whispered, "I love you, Mel."

"I know...I can feel it," I nodded, "And I love you.......and I'm thankful for it."

She broke our embrace and wiped my tears and kissed me on the lips again, a little longer than a peck, but appropriate for the moment and the type of friendship we had. Affectionate kissing, holding hands, and holding each other had been regular parts of our relationship since our first lunch date. We often curled up and snuggled together to watch tv or take a nap. I'd never been closer to another woman, nor had a more fulfilling friendship.

"Follow me," she smiled "I have something for you."

We rounded the corner into the breakfast nook and there was a small table set for two, with a stack of what appeared to be blueberry pancakes on a platter, with a candle in the middle of the stack, and a huge plate of bacon sitting along side. There was fruit and yogurt and juice. I dropped my face into my hands and bawled again, and she hugged me close again and kissed my cheek.

"Shhhh...Shhhh.....it's okay Mel....happy birthday....I love you.....okay?" she said softly in my ear as she held me.

"Then stop making me cry!" I tried to turn it into laughter, which made her giggle.

"I can't really promise that's over with for the day, but let's eat pancakes and bacon, and drink Irish coffee and relax....maybe swim.....then we'll discuss your birthday present."

"I love you too," I said, as sincerely as I've ever said anything. I would never leave an 'I love you' from her unanswered. Neither one of us would. We both made sure the other always felt secure and loved....and heard....and that our friendship was important and far more than ordinary.

She smiled and nodded and teared up a little before clearing her throat and looking away, motioning me toward the table and the feast that she'd prepared.

Breakfast was so good it was hard to stop eating, especially since I'd convinced myself that bacon wasn't filling and I could keep eating it indefinitely. We cleaned up the leftovers and dishes, and decided to lay by the pool in the mid morning sun.

Andrea went to change as I went on out to the swanky pool area and waited. The infinity edge pool was gorgeous, and the plants and tropical vibe made it very nice. She soon appeared in a sexy purple and green bikini, her hard nipples leading the way, I couldn't help but notice.

"Holy crap! You look even better almost naked than you do in clothes!" she exclaimed as I stripped off the jersey and sat on my towel with my legs straight out in front of me.

"I was just thinking the same thing about you!" I said with a grin, fixing my eyes on her nipples.

She looked down and back up at me and smiled, then laid her towel out beside mine and sat next to me, scanning me with her eyes.

"You are so sexy" Andrea said, after looking me over for a few minutes, "I'd kill to look that good."

"Oh please, Andy" I said with a little snark, "you're probably the sexiest person I know. I'd go gay for you in a heartbeat."

She blushed and smiled at me with a surprised look.

"Ditto" she said happily, after staring at me and thinking for a few seconds. "At least I'd be getting my pussy licked again" she added with a sigh, as we laid back to soak up some sun.

"Wait...What?!" I said "Miles doesn't?"

"NEVER" Andrea said, sadness in her voice.

"Russ either" I admitted, a little surprised. "I've wondered if there was something wrong with me down there.......maybe he didn't like the way I smell or something, but if Miles doesn't do it, then maybe it's them?"

"I've wondered the same thing" Andrea agreed, "and hearing that Russ doesn't do it either? Now I really wonder."

"Don't get me wrong, I love Russ and the sex we have is good.....it's just......limited to what he likes." I paused and blushed a little "and so far he only likes intercourse and blow jobs.....I mean we do it in different ways.....but.....he doesn't finger me or go down on me."

"That's just like me and Miles," Andrea said, "I asked him about it once and he got awkward and we ended up not having sex at all that night, so I haven't mentioned it since. I figured if it was something he wanted to do, I wouldn't have to ask. I miss it though......it's my favorite."

"Mine too," I sighed, "I used to go down on Russ more often in an effort to kinda drop a hint of the 'do unto others as you would have done to you' concept.......but that only works if both people are paying attention and participating." I paused for a minute. "I know he loves me and enjoys giving me pleasure.....but he wants to do it his way. And like you, I'm afraid if I ask for anything else, it will get awkward and put a strain on things....and even though it's not perfect, it's the only sex life I have"

"I get it," Andrea sighed. "I'm careful not to act like Miles owes me for going down on him....which I mainly do because I like it.....but also partly because I want to give him pleasure that way." She paused in thought, "that's the part that's hard for me to understand....why doesn't he want to give me pleasure that way too?" Am I more in love than he is? Does he not like the smell of my vagina.....just the way it feels to fuck?" She shook her head. "It's all very confusing and a little frustrating, if you know what I mean. Things would be much better if he'd just eat me." she chuckled, sort of.

We took a break from chatter and just enjoyed the sun for the next several minutes. The sex talk had gotten me a little damp, and I wondered if Andrea was too.

"Can I smell your pussy?" I suddenly asked Andrea, with a look of anticipation.

"Yes!" she answered quickly, apparently having been thinking the same thing "and..I want to smell yours."

I nodded excitedly and we both sat up.

"Ok, a comparison.......so I'm a little wet from the sex talk" I admitted bashfully.

Andrea nodded and smiled coyly, indicating she was wet as well.

"So....let's get a finger wet and smell ourselves first, then smell each other" I suggested.

"You mean smell each other's fingers? Or..." Andrea wondered.

I thought for a minute "Well, I don't know......I think I want to smell you between your legs......so I'll know what it would be like for Russ....or Miles, in your case....so I would smell what he would if he went down on me.....or you" I shrugged.

"Agreed" she said, and pulled off her bikini bottoms and spread her knees...showing me her pussy.

I did the same and we sat facing each other taking a long unashamed look at each other's pussies, both shaved smooth.

"Oh c'mon!" Andrea shook her head "even your vagina is sexy" she rolled her eyes then fixated back on my pussy. "If I didn't love, you I'd hate you." she said, fake pouting.

I giggled. "Look who's talking over there miss 'yes this is my actual vagina...I know it looks like a lovely blooming flower, but it's really my vagina'." I said in a high pitched fake voice, batting my eyelashes sarcastically.

We both laughed and blushed at each other's playful compliments.

"Ok......are we doing this?" Andrea asked anxiously.

"We are" I nodded with a sexy look. I moved my hand down over my mound as she watched me, then did the same.

"On three" she said, returning my sexy look.

We both took a nervous deep breath, and I nodded....trying to smile.

"One....two....three" I watched Andrea's middle finger disappear into her pussy as I sunk my own middle finger in mine. She let out a moan and leaned forward just a bit, having to grab my shoulder to steady herself. I squealed and quivered as I coated my digit with my pussy juice.

"Okay" I said, and we both slowly pulled our fingers out with a sigh and shudder. "Okay, smell your finger for a full minute, but don't touch your nose or face and leave any juice." I wiggled my eyebrows and smiled teasingly, then lifted my finger to my nose and immediately recognized my usual scent.

Andrea nodded and giggled as she brought her finger up and began her minute. We couldn't help laughing and giggling at each other over what we were doing. After almost a minute had passed, I slid closer to Andrea and leaned back.

"Okay, go right from smelling your finger to smelling me. Then back and forth to get in your mind what you think, of them....or how they seem...or whatever."

"Wait" Andrea said, flipping around on her towel. "let's go together.....like a smelling sixty-nine" she giggled.

I giggled and nodded "On three."

"On three" She replied.

We took another deep nervous breath and nodded to each other.

"One.....two.......three" I counted.

I pressed my face forward and inhaled the scent of my friend, and felt instantly aroused. Involuntary arousal....an automatic physical response that I wasn't controlling. My pussy flinched and my nipples stiffened. She smelled very much like me....only better. I could feel her warm breath on my pussy and knew she was smelling me, which excited me more than a little.....and she hadn't stopped, so that was a good sign.

"Oh my gawd you smell good" I groaned, as I fought the sudden urge to lick the droplet of juice that had gathered at her opening. My hormones were raging.

"Mmm, you smell good too....it's making me wet" she cooed and started trembling a little, apparently being affected in the same way I was.

"Yes........wet" I heard myself say, still staring at the growing droplet.

My mind was saying 'sit up...sit up', but my eyes, nose, and pussy were saying 'stay a while....enjoy yourself'.

I slowly backed my face away and started to sit up, as Andrea groaned and reluctantly pulled her face away from my mound and sat up. We were staring at each other, blushing and grinning like kids who knew a juicy secret that we were just dying to tell.

We pulled our bottoms back on and sat at the table under the umbrella, calming down and taking a few breaths before making eye contact.

"There's nothing wrong with your pussy.....it smells and looks fantastic....and I'm not even a man but it turned me on......A LOT!" I said emphatically.

"Same" she said smiling warmly, still a little flustered. "There's nothing wrong with you either. It's very nice and familiar....you smell like me....only better."

"That's exactly how I would describe you too" I paused "and it was very exciting....I can't understand a man not being aroused by that. I mean, I'm still a little turned on and it's been several minutes." I paused and shook my head, "I didn't even have a choice, there's something in your scent that triggered arousal. It happened automatically, like a biological reaction. It was compelling.....I couldn't have resisted getting aroused if I'd wanted to. No, I don't see how Miles can resist that"

Andrea was nodding about the biological reaction part as I described it "I felt the same...how can anyone resist that? I was so turned on I was leaking" she squirmed and shifted in her chair, still feeling tingles. "I meant it when I said you were sexy" she said, and shot me a mischievous smile.

I blushed and smiled at her sweet words......and thought of that droplet again for a brief second and shivered.

We sat there quietly staring at the pool for a few minutes as our minds reviewed everything we'd just experienced.

"Part of me is relieved at the confirmation that it's not me, and part of me is even more sad." I said, honestly.

Andrea nodded "I just hope it doesn't make me resent Miles in the long run" she said thoughtfully. "It's not just the physical part of it that I miss....it's the desire and emotion behind it.... that you're so into me that you crave my sex in your mouth.....you want to taste me.....devour me." She sighed "It's my strongest sexual need.....but I'd hate to let it wreck everything else that I love about my marriage and husband."

"Me too" I said, maybe a little sadly. I suddenly wanted to be her secret lover and give my beautiful friend what she needed....what she craved so much. It didn't matter that I was straight and married...she wasn't just some random woman...she was my Andy and was worried that her unfulfilled needs might affect her marriage down the road. I knew she would never have an affair to get what she needed. She would just go without and settle for being mostly happy, just like me.

Andrea sensed my mood change. "Okay, enough about unfulfilled needs...... let's talk about your birthday present." She wiggled her eyebrows, smiling.

I smiled and nodded, willing myself back to happy.

"Wait here" she said, and headed inside for a minute. When she returned, she was carrying three shoe boxes, and set them on the table, unstacking them and laying them side by side. My heart leaped.

"You got me shoes?!" I squealed happily, truly excited to open the boxes, knowing she had excellent taste.

I pulled the lid off the first box, and gasped at the sight of a pair of gorgeous black Jimmy Choo pumps.

"Oh my gawd.....Andy" I swooned "I love them!"

I wasn't poor, but I'd never spent more than $300 on a pair of shoes......and those were for my wedding. I took them out and slipped them on, immediately feeling better than a second ago, before they were on my feet. I beamed at Andrea, nodding my approval, and she beamed right back, blushing. I kept them on and opened the next box.

I gasped again and put my hand to my mouth and tried to stop the happy tears that were already welling in the corners of my eyes. I was looking at the cream colored Prada sandals that she had seen me eyeballing on one of our previous shopping trips. I had a little melt down for a second, remembering the price tag.

"Andy I........you......." I was choked up and couldn't get it out, as tears tumbled down my face.