Chapter 3 -- Best Friends
Karen had been having a weird day. It had started oddly enough when she'd awoke after having the strangest dream about having an orgy with her friends, her female friends! They'd committed the most foul acts on each other's bodies, things she'd never before imagined doing. The thought of being fisted had certainly never crossed her mind before but now she'd dreamt of having her best friend Laura's hand in her pussy for what seemed liked hours. Hours, which even once awake and back in reality, she had to admit had seemed very, very pleasurable in the dream. But it was all too weird and she had no idea what it meant so quickly tried to forget it.
Which was easy enough as once again she was feeling a little rough first thing in the morning, the night before had been yet another night out drinking with her work colleagues, the fifth time in a week which was a lot even by Karen's standards. But, of course, it had been a fun night out. She'd even talked to a couple of cute boys though obviously none were boyfriend material. So feeling rather groggy she'd showered, dressed and popped into the gym on her way to work. No matter how bad the hangover she wasn't going to let the excess alcohol ruin her trim figure.
After a few minutes the work out had seemed to have shaken off the worst of her hangover. Soon she had worked up quite a sweat and her tight Lycra shorts and vest were plastered to her slim body. As always when in the gym she spent most of her time staring at the various boys working out, enjoying the firm muscles on display. After half hour or so Karen felt she really had better head into work, even if a couple of very good looking guys had just turned up and so headed back to the changing room.
She'd then made it into work a little late, though that was far from unusual and her boss her got used to her tardy time keeping. In part she thought he let him get away with it as the dirty old pervert had a awful crush on her. He was obviously repugnant but if a cute smile and the odd flash of leg or cleavage made her life easier she didn't really mind.
Once settled in, the first coffee of the day on the go, she started on her main task for the next few hours -- doing nothing useful. This too was far from unusual as she would, every day, try to avoid work as much as possible. Her job was dull and deeply unfulfilling so she found emailing her friends, posting on Twitter and messing about on Facebook were far better uses of her time.
The day quickly flew by with various conversations -- she discussed movies and music with artsy Emma. Though as usual she got a bit lost in the various references to old actors and bands that Emma constantly made. Karen enjoyed going to gigs and watching films but was no where near the fan or had the head for remembering all the details that Emma did. More to Karen's taste were long chats on fashion with Kim, another friend who enjoyed clothes almost as much as Karen.
The only omission to her usual flood of distractions was any emails from Laura. Laura was much more dedicated to her career than the rest of their group but she still received an email or text most days. Thinking about it Laura hadn't been in touch for a few days, the last Karen had heard was that she was working late on Friday. It was a little unusual but was meant to be seeing her later that night so was sure it would all be explained then.
The only thing odd about the conversations was the way each time she read a message from Kim or Emma her mind would drift back to her dream from the night before. Along with Laura, Emma and Kim had made up the foursome of the orgy. Karen couldn't help remembering the way both girls' tongues had made her cum several times. One particular moment stuck in Karen's mind was the huge climax she'd had with Emma's face buried in her pussy and Kim licking out her arsehole. Every time such thoughts popped into her head Karen felt a little sick, disgusted with herself. But slowly as the day passed, her mind constantly toying with such images she started to feel the cotton of her white thong panties get damper and damper under her skirt.
Karen, feeling like the dream was already more than enough oddness for one day, was keen for the clock to hit 5pm and time for her to head home. But about an hour or so before that the day took a turn for the even more unusual. At first she just felt very light headed for a few seconds, it quickly passed and she thought no more of it. Then a few minutes later she started feeling very aroused. She was sitting at her desk trying to work when she'd felt an immense heat in her pussy and her nipples go rock hard. She felt like she wanted to be filled more than anything else in her life. Her mind suddenly filled with an image of Laura, at first just sitting naked on her bed but then slowly her friend started masturbating. This wasn't even from the dream but a whole new scene, a sweaty, very aroused Laura thrusting there fingers in and out of her pussy.
Karen tried to ignore it, tried to tell her own imagination to stop, tried to ignore the aching hunger in her pussy, block any sexual thoughts from her mind, but it had become almost impossible to think of anything but Laura touching herself. Karen was starting to get extremely turned on by these thoughts. She couldn't explain why, they'd been friends for years and had never thought like this but now she couldn't help it. All she wanted to do was frig herself off whilst thinking about her best friend doing the same.
Even though she was in a busy office she started to lower her hand towards the top of her skirt, deciding she would just have to touch herself right in the middle of the room to stop the incredible feeling of need. She slid two fingers under the waistband of her skirt and into her panties. She could feel the tickle of the few unshaved tufts of soft hair slide through her fingers. Then the tips touched her clit. She moaned, just too excited, it was as quiet as she could but still too loud, the feeling was just too good. As her fingers pushed lower to her opening she looked around to see if anyone had heard her.
Then as quickly as they had arrived the feelings of desire and the images of Laura vanished. She just felt perfectly normal, sitting at her desk but with two fingers slipping into her own cunt. Confused, horrified and even a little scared she pulled her hand out of her skirt and stood away from her desk, keen to get away.
"Karen are you okay?" It was Sarah, the good looking, darked haired girl that sat next to her. "Karen? I thought I heard you moan? Are you alright?"
"I....I....." Karen stammered, not sure what to say, feeling herself go bright red with embarrassment.
"You...you look a little flustered?" Sarah said, still staring at her.
Unsure what to do Karen turned around and quickly strode away, ignoring Sarah's further questions. She hurried to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face. To try and calm herself down and perhaps even take off her now sodden thong which she could feel plastered to her body.
She walked into the empty bathroom and looked at her pretty face and soft, long blonde hair in the large wall mirror. She was still flushed, mostly from the embarrassment but also from the sudden, unexplained arousal, a little bit of which she could still feel deep inside her.
