[F/F] An Old Friend’s Visit

Hello! So, I wrote up my Oktoberfest experience for this subreddit a while ago, and it got a good response…so here's another (actual experience) story for you! While Oktoberfest was just raw, rough sex, this story is more personal, so please be gentle if you don't like it. :) It's sort of long and there's a slow build up, so if you're looking for a quick wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, this is perhaps not the story for you.

All names in the story are changed to protect the guilty. ;) I'll call myself Amber, like last time.

Before I get to the good stuff I have to give some background. As a kid, I was a Girl Scout (not what they're called in this country but the idea is the same) and I used to go camping. There was a girl named Sarah I befriended on a camping trip once and we shared a tent that night. She, like me, was relatively new to the area at the time and it was wonderful to talk to someone who knew what it was to be the "new girl." Anyway we stayed up late chatting and giggling, and I remember feeling a strong attraction to her, which was really confusing at that age. In the end, we kissed that night in our tent, and then held hands as we fell asleep. It was my first kiss, actually. And that was all we did – it was just a kiss, but it was a relatively life changing event for me. I even went through a brief phase as a teenager where I thought I was a lesbian, because of my attraction to women that Sarah awakened.

Anyway, she only lived here for a few years. We tried to stay in touch, but it was difficult. Until Facebook! We became friends there and suddenly I knew all about her again. She was married (to a man) and seemed happy. She had grown from a cute girl to a gorgeous woman, with long, wavy dark hair, which cascaded down over her shoulders. Her mother was half-Chinese and her father white (like me), so she always had a vaguely exotic look, though it was subtle. She was far from chubby, but definitely had curves in all the right places. Unlike me. My body never really "blossomed," so slim, petite and flat chested is how I stayed. I do have dirty blonde, shoulder length hair though, which I like.

Still with me? You're dedicated, good job. :)

OK, so one day Sarah sent me a Facebook message. She and her husband were planning a road trip, and if I was around, they said they would make a stop in my town. I was really excited and quickly agreed. I had a spare room in my apartment (thanks to a failed relationship leaving me in a too-big-for-one-person apartment until the end of the lease) and they would stay there.

They arrived on a Saturday afternoon. Seeing Sarah again was so surreal and wonderful. We hugged and I felt the electricity immediately. It was pointless to fantasize about a married woman, but it felt lovely to feel her body pressed against mine. And her husband, Rick, turned out to be a tall, handsome guy, with a good sense of humor. He had short brown hair and nice broad shoulders.

I drove them around the places Sarah and I used to go as girls and it was all very nostalgic. Lots of fun. In the evening, we relaxed and had drinks on my apartment balcony. Rick made a joke about feeling insecure around his wife's "first love" and my mouth dropped. He knew? Sarah laughed and said, "Oh I hope you don't mind. We ARE married, he knows everything." "No, it's fine." I said. And it was fine. I was just surprised. "I missed you, hon." Sarah said. "You too." I replied. "Awwww aren't you two cute!" Rick laughed. And the conversation moved on to other things.

Eventually, it was time for bed and I showed them to the guest room, which had a big fold out couch, which I had prepared for them. One more hug from Sarah, and we said our good nights.

In my room, I changed into a baggy white t-shirt and blue boyshort panties, and went to bed. I lay there thinking about how great it was to see her again, and how happy she seemed. I started to reminisce. I couldn't sleep. And then I heard a very faint knock on my door. "Um…yes?" I quietly asked. "It's me." It was Sarah's whispered voice. Without waiting for a reply, she opened the door gently and stuck her head in. "Can I come in? I can't sleep." "Sure. Me either," I replied, turning on my bedside lamp. She walked in, wearing a cream-colored, knee-length nightie, and shut the door behind her. She had taken her make up off and her hair was tied back simply, but she looked incredibly sexy. She hopped onto the bed and grabbed a sheet – "do you mind?" I shook my head and she joined me under the covers.

We talked, and learned, among other things, that these days we both considered ourselves bi. Other than that, I honestly don't remember what we talked about. What I do remember is feeling her lips against mine, for the first time since I was a girl. She kissed me almost without warning…and I gasped into her mouth. Our kiss this time was nothing like the one we shared in the tent. This time tongues circled and we pulled each other close…it was delicious and passionate. I couldn't stand it, and let my hands run up and down her beautiful body, stopping to cup her full breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and she gasped as I touched her. We broke our kiss and I began to kiss her neck, and lick her ear. She responded by grabbing my ass and I remember her hands exploring up and down my body. After a while we slipped her nightie off, revealing her totally naked body. She was stunning. Dark, small nipples on otherwise ivory skin, with a small landing strip of hair above her pussy. I was absolutely soaked and I knew it. She lifted my shirt off and I scooted out of my undies. She let out an "mmmm" sound when she saw me naked, and pushed me back onto the bed and began to lick my tiny tits. I couldn't help but moan. I felt her finger slip easily into my pussy. "Oh my God, you're so wet" she said. "Your fault" I managed. She giggled and started sliding her finger in and out of me faster. She licked her way down my body and positioned herself in front of my totally exposed pussy, which was shaved bare. She purred and started to lick my puss lips, gently at first, then focusing on my clit. I grabbed at sheets, trying to maintain control of…anything. It was pointless. I looked down and saw Sarah's head…after a few minutes it was just too much. "Oh God." I said. She let out a deep moan in response. I felt a wave of orgasm coming through me…it was like an electric storm. I came and bit the pillow to muffle the sound. Giving me no time to rest, she plunged two fingers into me and pumped – faster and faster. She was clearly very experienced…it was unbelievable. She reached up and grabbed at one of nipples, tweaking it roughly between her fingertips. All the sensations were too much – I came again, this time in what felt like repetitive bursts. When my body relaxed, she stopped and looked up at me, smiling. "Holy fuck," I said. "You taste like honey," she giggled. "Oh yea? Let me taste," I said, beckoning her to come closer. We kissed, and I tasted myself on her tongue. My juices were all around her mouth and I felt the wetness transfer onto my face.

"Your turn, missy" I said, flipping her onto her back and licking my way down her body. I spent some time on her (C cup?) boobs, and eventually buried my tongue in her pussy, moving from her clit to her lips. She really DID taste like honey. After a while, I felt her hips lifting slightly. It was subtle, but I noticed it twice. The second time she lifted, I let my tongue dip deeper, to the bottom of her pussy lips, and to the tiny slip of skin inbetween her puss and asshole. She moaned. That was confirmation enough…I knew what she wanted and I was so happy to give it to her. I put my hands beneath her ass cheeks and let my tongue roll across her tiny asshole. She let out a short, high pitched squeal. I let my tongue push in and out of her ass. After a while I returned to her clit, and….then heard her suddenly cry "Rick!!" I looked up and there was her husband, standing in the doorway, in his PJs. "I…I…heard noises, so I…" he stammered. I quickly pulled the sheet over myself, in a desperate attempt to cover up. "Amber…I'm so sorry honey, ignore him, PLEASE don't stop" Sarah pleaded. "I'm so so close…I want you to make me cum." I shot a glance at Rick and he put his hands up in surrender and said "I'll just watch." Normally I probably would have rejected this arrangement but it was Sarah…and I was about to make her cum for the first time in my life. "Fuck it," I thought (and maybe said out loud…who knows). I ignored Rick and dived my tongue back into Sarah's delicious puss. I licked and fingered her into a rhythm that seemed to match her groans. "Fuccccck I'm going to come!!" she said in a loud voice. I felt her pussy twitch as she came. I wasn't about to let her stop so soon, so I pulled one finger out of her pussy and pushed it against the opening of her asshole. She squeaked, and I pushed in, all while licking her clit like it was a horse race. "God God God…fuccck!" she yelled as her second orgasm hit.

I raised my head and saw that Rick had dropped his pajama bottoms and had been unashamedly jacking off to the sight of his wife having sex with her childhood girlfriend. Sarah caught my eye and without using any words, just by tilting her head, essentially asked me if I wanted to have a threesome with her husband. I shook my head no, and she nodded quickly, and smiled. She hopped off the bed and jumped to her knees in front of Rick. She grabbed his cock and began sucking him, pumping him quickly as she bobbed her head up and down. He grabbed her hair and it wasn't long before he moaned and came in her mouth. She worked hard to swallow it all. Exhausted, the three of us sat on the bed for a while and laughed and chatted. Eventually we all fell asleep in my queen size bed, with Sarah in the middle. I woke up in the middle of the night and noticed she had snuggled up against my side.

They got back on the road the next day as planned, and Sarah & I stay in touch on Facebook just like we did before.

Sometimes I wonder why I refused the threesome. Maybe I was too caught up in the lovey-dovey moment with Sarah, I don't know. If anyone wants to explore what "could have been" had I nodded yes to Rick joining us, feel free to drop me a message. Same goes if you want to talk more about the story in general – feel free to send a note. It's one I love to look back on, and am always happy to chat about. :)

Hope you enjoyed!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3as8ye/ff_an_old_friends_visit