Satisfying my friend's curiosity

It had been the longest day at work, to finish off the longest week. I was so glad it was the last Friday of the month, this meant only one thing, my online book club was getting together to gossip about their latest read, all of us would have a glass of wine or two as we swapped ideas on our most recent book.

 

I had a feeling tonight would be a good session as they had picked a spicy novel this time.

 

I was settled in front of my laptop, wine in hand, waiting for all the other girls to log on. Once they had all arrived, it became clear the topic of the book had got them all in cheeky moods, there were lots of suggestive messages and we hadn't even got to discussing the book at that point. Once we got into the main discussion, it was revealing to see what bits the other girls liked and did not.

 

One section had an all-too-brief scene between two women; personally I would have loved to have seen more of this, 4 out of the 6 of my friends weren't bothered by it but weren't overly turned on and one friend had admitted it had excited her and that it had taken her by surprise. I was surprised that so few of us were drawn to it. I myself find both women and men attractive.

 

We had finished discussing the book, but as always we took our chatter late on into the evening. The wine had clearly taken effect, as had the content of the book. Suddenly they all seemed to think it was funny to post pictures of their bums and bra-clad chests as their profile pictures, asking the rest of us what we thought.

 

Mostly I was just thinking what I would like to do with all the shapely figures I was being teased with. My curious friend though, did not seem to be joining in, I admit I was a bit disappointed as out of all the others she had always intrigued me most. She seemed to have a very sweet nature, her comments were always kind and fair and I was eager to put a face to her name.

 

As if luck had answered my plea, my curious friend found her courage. I was not prepared for the picture she sent though. Her first picture was her beautiful face, gorgeous plump pouting lips, lips I was certain I would kiss if they were brought too close to mine, and beautiful eyes framed by the loveliest long eyelashes. Everyone was quick to compliment her, and rightly so, such a truly lovely face.

 

She rebuffed our compliments, but did seem to find some added confidence from them, as she sent us two more pictures, fully embracing the game the others had started. A fine body to go with that beautiful face, curves absolutely where they should be, oh, her picture was almost too much to take. It had been a long time since a woman had bowled me over like this. Then just as I thought I would have to take a break so as not to say something inappropriate she gave us all the treat of seeing her in her underwear from behind. So peachy and smooth, the compliments I wished to give entirely crossing the boundaries. 'Yes you have a lovely bottom.' Hardly the best thing I could say.

 

I could tell they were all getting progressively more tipsy and as amusing as their confessions and comical outbursts were, I was starting to feel a little frustrated. It was hard not to imagine things when they were being so bold. My curious friend had also come out of her shell, and some of the things she shared made me ache with a desire for her. So I excused myself for the evening, and took the spoil-sport jibes on the chin and went to bed to be alone with my thoughts.

 

Oh, how she teased me. Visiting me in my dreams where I could not resist her. Her body in a sexy red chemise, made all the more appealing by those dark locks tied in a ponytail.

 

I thought about what I could do if I took that ponytail in my hand. I am rushing though. She is curious, needing to be shown. I need to take her slowly. She is looking at me through those beautiful lashes and I want all of her at once.

 

I go to her, I take her soft hands in mine. I will tell her, I will show her, I will lay her down upon my bed and I will show her. I will be patient. Where should I start? Every bit of her is calling to me.

 

As she lays before me, I kiss her. Oh my, to kiss those lips is amazing. So soft, so full. She likes this, this kiss of mine. Will she respond the same when I kiss her elsewhere? I hope so. I slow down.

 

I move my mouth from her lips, I kiss her neck. She likes it. I move down her body, kissing every inch of skin I cross. She is starting to wriggle beneath me, she wants more.

 

I free her breasts from her chemise. They are free. I take one breast in my hand and put my mouth on her. She is moaning for me, she loves it.

 

I can wait no longer. As I remove her underwear, I am happy to feel how wet she is. I part her thighs. I touch her. I cannot resist, I lower my head.

 

She smells good. Then my mouth is on her, she is warm and wet.

 

I use my mouth on her, she arches her back and pushes up into me. She tells me this is good. I keep going. I also use my fingers. She feels perfect. I search for the spot that will feel best for her.

 

She is telling me yes. I can feel how close she is, so I go faster. She calls out as she finishes. She is in heaven.

 

As she comes back to herself she gets shy. No, don't be shy, here let me show you. I lie beside her, take her hand and place it on my breast, I tell her to copy me. She hesitantly follows, looking up at me for approval. Oh, you are so pretty.

 

She finds her courage now, she licks at my nipples and when I arch my back she sucks them. I can feel her hand on my stomach, she wants to go lower but she is unsure. I suggest a different way.

 

I show her how we can press against each other. She likes this, she grinds with me, as we both moan.

 

As she gets more turned on, she gets bolder. She whispers that she would like to taste me too. This makes me want her again, so I get her to straddle my face as she leans down to put her mouth on me.

 

She is careful, but it feels amazing. She is moving against my mouth, and she starts doing more to me. She has stopped being careful, she is lost in it now. It feels wonderful. She is going to make me finish. I start to call out to her, telling her how good it feels. She too is going to finish again.

 

As I finish in my dream, as she finishes above me, my own hand was working hard to make myself feel good.

 

I wake up finishing, my curious friend filling my mind. What I would give for it to not be a dream. Oh, that luck would bring her to me for real.