Saturday
Anne awoke in the dead of night. The clock showed 3 am. Anne felt a familiar pain in her guts, like a twisting of her bowels. She reached between her legs to confirm by the stickiness there that her period had arrived. She hurried to the bathroom to clean up and insert a tampon inside her. She realised as she lay down again and curled up with the cramping, that this meant she had luckily escaped being impregnated by her son-in-law! The thought had not occurred to her, as it was years since she'd had to think about contraception. Her head spun with the implications as she drifted off into a restless sleep.
The day proceeded without much incident. John and her daughter spent most of the time out of the house, doing their own thing. Anne felt somewhat listless on Saturday, dragging through the chores and cooking, eating lunch and dinner at home with her husband and some vaguely interesting TV show, before going to bed early to leave her husband to watch sports highlights. In bed she thought of Jenny, how beautiful she was, how sweet and giving, how passionate she was, how much she fancied Anne, how nice it was when Jenny sucked her nipples and fondled her breasts. Anne remembered Jenny's naked body, her lovely breasts and how nice they had felt when Anne kissed them, her cute arse, curvy and cuddly, and her pussy, open and so wet when Anne touched it. Anne felt a surge of desire to be with Jenny now, to hug and kiss her, and to rub her naked breasts against Jenny's. Anne turned face-down, pushed the spare pillow between her legs and started rocking her pussy against it, sending nice feelings through her cunt. She pushed her face into the other pillow, kissing it, imagining Jenny's face kissing her back. She ran her hands over her own breasts and body, imagining it was Jenny's body or Jenny's hands on her. She was grinding her cunt fast against the pillow now, imagining Jenny licking and feeling her cunt.
'Oh Jenny! Jenny! Oh!' she whispered into the pillow. 'Lick it! Lick my little cunt!' Anne hissed into her pillow, as she licked it imagining Jenny's pussy opening up for her. She imagined the sweet naughty smell of Jenny's cunt, and the lovely dirty taste of it. She was now squeezing her own nipples and bucking her hips up and down, generating lovely feelings in her cunt. Faster and faster she went until suddenly a wonderful orgasm pulsed through her, causing a groan to escape from her throat. It was fabulous, coming while longing for Jenny. She moved her hand down to touch her pussy, and gradually built up to another great orgasm while her mind was full of Jenny's lips and breasts and cunt. Afterwards she lay panting, feeling so fulfilled and relaxed, with little feelings of guilt in the background about fantasising about her friend. It was, she realised, the first time she had ever masturbated while fantasising about a woman. The thought of John and his voracious dick had not entered her mind. She smiled to herself about her strange thoughts these days and fell into a deep sleep.
Sunday
The next morning she awoke refreshed and full of energy. She made a lovely breakfast for all the family, but she was thinking of how to see Jenny. Even the presence of John at the breakfast table did not bother her as much as usual. At any rate, he was in his public persona: polite, witty, normal. After that she called Jenny and arranged to have lunch with her. Anne had suggested a cafe, but Jenny had offered to make something at her place, which was much better, since they could be alone together. Anne's head was full of erotic hopes, imagining making love to Jenny on her kitchen floor. But then she told herself not to expect too much. Maybe it would just be a pleasant lunch and a chat between two friends. Or maybe Jenny would reject her, and not want to be friends after all the embarrassing intimacy they had shared.
Anne checked herself and removed her tampon. She hoped that she was nearly finished now so she'd just put a tissue down there today in case. She showered, put on a lovely perfume, her best underwear, a pretty full skirt, which fell a bit above her knees, and a tight satin blouse that hugged her breasts. She wanted to look her best for Jenny, but hoped she didn't look too slutty. She took a nice bottle of white wine and picked up a lovely bunch of irises from the Italian fruit shop on the way to Jenny's place. She suddenly felt like a young man going on a date, hoping to seduce a pretty girl. She smiled to herself as she knocked on Jenny's door.
Jenny opened the door, smiling, dressed only in baggy short shorts and a singlet through which a purple bra was visible. She enthusiastically kissed and hugged Anne in the doorway, their breasts crushing together and the smell of each other's perfume wafting around.
'Ooh, that's a lovely perfume,' Jenny said, and Anne blushed, pleased that Jenny liked it. They went into the kitchen, where Jenny poured them both a glass of white wine.
'Sorry I'm not properly dressed,' Jenny said. 'I worked last night, and I slept in, and just threw on my old things. Should I put something nicer on? You look fabulous, by the way, like you're on the way to a flash bistro somewhere.'
'No that's fine,' Anne replied, as her eyes took in Jenny's lovely body, so much of which was on display in these skimpy, loose clothes. Jenny's slender upper thighs were visible, as were her armpits and the sides of her cheeky purple bra, making Anne think of Jenny's exquisite full, round breasts and dark rubbery nipples. Anne felt a twinge in her pussy as she thought of Jenny's naked breasts, and had to force herself not to start fantasising about Jenny's body.
'You can do 'casual' really well, Jenny. It looks so free and natural on you. I can't manage it myself, I just look messy,' said Anne.
'Thanks,' said Jenny. 'Now I'd better get some food together. I thought we could just have a cheese and mushroom omelette, if that suits you? And some salad?' Anne agreed and offered to help, but Jenny said she'd do it herself. Anne sat behind Jenny, chatting to her and watching her friend cut up vegetables and get things ready at the bench. Anne stared at Jenny's back, her slender smooth legs, the curve of her hips, her strong shoulders in the singlet, her shiny dark straight hair swaying as she moved. She looked so beautiful, Anne thought, full of love for her friend. Anne felt desire welling up in her and wanted to touch her friend and be close to her. So she got up and came up behind Jenny and put her arms around her.
