Carrie and Beth had been friends for years. They met through work and even though they didn't work together anymore they had stayed pretty good friends with a lot in common. They both got married, for the wrong reasons, and both had been unfaithful because they were so miserable. This common misery had brought them closer. There wasn't any one else in their lives that they felt they could confide in about the situation they found themselves in.
The affair that Carrie was having had been with a man that Beth also knew. He was an attractive gentleman who had worked with the two girls at one time. Beth was taken back when Carrie told her who she had been seeing. It also made it easier for the two to chat about what was going on.
Strangely, Carrie had mentioned once to Beth that her "friend", Ben, had asked on more than one occasion if Carrie were ever to be with another woman, who would it be? She told him that it would have to be Beth, since she was most comfortable with her, and also thought that Beth would also be into it. Beth was hysterical. "You would be my choice also!" Neither girl had any intention of making such a move on the other, but it was amusing.
Every time Carrie and Ben spoke, he would hint about the two girls being together. He came up with plans and outfits the two would wear. He seemed obsess with the idea. Carrie started to get annoyed at the persistent topic. Ben wanted to be there to watch, wanted to know if Carrie could set something up, wanted to know if he could help facilitate such a session. All of this Carrie shared with her friend. Beth found it amusing, and yet felt sort of badly that Ben talked so much about her with Carrie. It started to seem that Ben wanted to be with both girls. The friends had talked about being with each other, but admitted to each other that it wasn't the type of thing that they thought you could plan, that it was something that just sort of happened.
Because of the conversation between Ben and Carrie, Beth had started to think more and more about being with a woman. Beth knew she wouldn't stop Carrie, or any other woman for that matter, from going down on her. In fact, maybe a woman would be better. Hey, they had the same parts, how much training would a woman need when it came to pleasuring another woman? But was she willing to go down on and munch on pussy? How could she expect some girl to chow her cunt, and not reciprocate?
Carrie asked Beth what she was doing on Tuesday of the next week. "I am off from work, why?"
"Well," said Carrie, "Ben and I were trying to get together at our motel, and I was hoping I could say that you and I were going out to lunch and a movie" Beth agreed to be at the movies and asked where they were eating, what they ate, and also asked what time Carrie was meeting Ben. "Probably about 11:30, so don't answer your home phone."
Tuesday morning came, and Beth was thinking about Carrie and Ben, romping around the the motel. Then, as if compelled by hunger, Beth decided that she would also go to the motel. She and Carrie had both agreed that if they were going to be with a woman, it would be with the other, and that it couldn't be something they planned.
Beth jumped in the shower, shaved every major area including her pussy. If the opportunity to have a woman eat her snatch, she was going to make damn sure that it was enjoyable. By the time she finished, she was sure anyone would enjoy the meal she prepared. She painted her toes, smoothed lotion on every inch of her body and started to get dressed. She put on her sexiest bra and matching panties, pulled on some thigh high stockings, funky ones, like fishnet but the holes were really big. She dug threw her closet and found some 5 inch high heels that had never seen the sidewalk and that she never actually needed to walk in. Time was running out...she had to leave in order to see what room her friends were going to be in. She couldn't decided what to wear over this ensemble. "What the hell, she thought, "if I am going to go through with this, why not go all?" Without bothering to put any other clothing on, she pulled her long overcoat from the closet, grabbed her keys and headed for the door.
Beth pulled into the parking lot of the motel. She didn't see either car there yet. She knew that Carrie would be cautious, but she wouldn't be looking for Beth's car. She pulled to the end of the lot and waited. She was already so turned on by the clothes and the idea of what she intended to do that her pussy was moist with anticipation.
She moved in her seat, and as she did, her toe poked out of one of the big holes in her stockings. Not very attractive and also not very comfortable, she leaned forward to straighten things out. As she was sitting back up, she heard laughter, and looked in her rearview mirror. Beth had missed them come in, and now they were entering the room directly behind her car. She couldn't have planned it any better if she had tried. Beth wanted to rush in there right now, but knew she should give them a few minutes to settle in.
A million things ran threw her head. What if Carrie wasn't receptive to her intrusion? What would she say when she got to the door? Maybe she should leave. Somehow she got the idea that she would just say nothing. She would just go to the door, and when it opened she would be silent. She would let her actions speak for her.
