[FFM] A Reunion With an Old Friend

“Come on, Kay,” Lana pleaded. “It’s still early! Just stay for one more drink!”

“No,” I protested. “I really can’t, Lana. You know how I feel about drinking and driving. I’m already past my limit! I won’t be able to drive home!”

“Then just stay,” she said. “I’ve got this big hotel room to myself. And there’s nothing to do. I’ll be so bored hanging out alone!”

Lana and I had first met at boarding school. Though she was a year older than me, we’d become best friends. We’d ended up at different colleges and in different cities after that. We still kept in touch, but rarely got to see one another. She’d come to town for work and the plan had been to bring along her boyfriend, Brian, and make a mini-vacation of it. But at the last minute he’d had an emergency come up at work and been unable to make the trip.

“No thanks,” I said as I looked around the room. “Where would I sleep? This couch is barely comfortable enough to sit on.”

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch,” she said. “I’m tiny. And that king bed is huge. You can sleep with me.”

I gave her a skeptical look.

“Come on, Kay,” she said again. “It wouldn’t be the first time. We had plenty of sleepovers back in school.” She gave me a quick wink and flashed a mischievous smile.

That piqued my interest. Lana and I had first bonded over a mutual love of bad romantic comedies, indie rock, and smoking weed. Not to mention a shared skepticism about the strict, religious views they were trying to instill upon us at school.

But our friendship had blossomed into something else. It could never be called a romance, but there was definitely a lot of sex. Lana was my first lover. And by far the person I’d been with the most times in my life. We’d had a ton of naughty adventures together. There were a few lurid reunions in college, but Lana had eventually met Brian and things had gotten serious, and so our friendship became a more conventional relationship. We didn’t even talk about the past. Our reunions were fun, but they were different. Mostly dinner and catching up and too many drinks. Usually with Brian there.

“Fuck it,” I said. I wasn’t quite sure if this was an invitation for something more to happen, but I was at least curious. And, at worst, I got to spend more time with a friend I didn’t see nearly enough. “Pour me another drink.”

Lana grabbed the bottle of vodka we’d purchased at dinner and mixed up some more cocktails. An hour later we were both pleasantly drunk. She was telling about her fast-paced business career and how much she loved Brian. I still couldn’t quite believe that the wildest girl I’d ever met seemed so content to be settled down. All I had to recount was funny tales about dating–leaving out most of the juicy details that come with being a woman committed to being single and having fun.

“I bet in few months you’ll be looking to settle down,” she insisted.

“I don’t see it,” I responded.

“You know that’s how I felt,” she said. “Then I met Brian and knew he was the one. The only one I’d need.”

I snickered sarcastically.

“I don’t think I even believe in The One,” I said.

She flashed a smile that was a bit sweet and maybe a little condescending. As if to say “you have so much to learn.” But it wasn’t mean. I could see how much she cared about me in those wide, intense eyes. And maybe there was something more in her eyes. I certainly couldn’t help looking her up and down. Lana had been a beautiful girl who grew into a gorgeous woman. She had beautiful fair skin and dark hair. She was thin, with delicate cheek bones and great tits. In school, she’d always been the girl discretely rebelling against authority with her blouse untucked and lacy stockings beneath her skirt. But now she was dressed for success with dark stocking and heels, a black pin striped skirt and jacket with a pretty, ivory silk blouse.

In the growing silence it became completely obvious that I was checking her out. And Lana started to do the same to me. I’d come straight from work and my long, dark hair was pulled up tight. I had on a pale, blue satin blouse and a tight black skirt with stocking. My pearl rope necklace dipped down and hung between my big titties.

“I always liked your hair down,” she said. And then she reached over and pulled the pin holding it up. I shook my head so it would fall down. Lana ran her fingers through my soft hair.

“Just like I remember,” she said.

“Do you think about it much?” I asked.

“Probably way more than I’ll admit,” she said with a smirk.

Our dynamic in the past had always been that Lana was in charge. She was the older one. She was more experience. She was outgoing and naturally a leader when we were young, and I was shy and bookish. But nothing had happened between us in years. And I suddenly felt that if I didn’t make a move, maybe nothing ever would again.

Without a word, I pulled my blouse untucked from my skirt and started opening the buttons. I was wearing a sexy, lacy, dark blue bra that was low cut. My titties were practically pouring out of it as they came into view.

Lana didn’t say anything. She just looked at my cleavage and my flat stomach. I took her hand and placed it on my bare flesh, wanting her to feel the softness of my skin. I reached for the clasp at the front of my bra and unsnapped. My tits bounced out. I took her hand and guided it up to my quickly hardening nipple.

“Do you want to fuck me, Lana?” I asked. That was our phrase. The one we’d always used to tease and flirt with one another.

“You know I do…,” she said. “But it’s different now. You know I’m committed to Brian. We’re talking about marriage. I’d never cheat.”

I took her head and my hand and started pulling it to my breast.

“Do you want to suck on my titty, Lana?”

She didn’t try to resist.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this…” she said.

She took my erect nipple between her lips. She flicked it with a tongue. It was like riding a bike for her. She knew exactly what do to. I moaned loudly. I could feel my blue, satin panties getting soaked.

I pushed her jacket off her shoulder. Lana held her arms back so I could push it off–her lips never leaving my right breast. I shrugged out of my blouse and bra. I leaned back and she straddled me. She caressed and kissed both of my titties.

I ran my hands over her silk blouse until they were on her tits. She sat up and started opening buttons. Her bra was so lacy and thin I could easily see her nipple. She through her blouse on the floor and then unclasped the bra. I pulled it forward and her tits spilled out into my wants. I touched and kissed them.

I pushed Lana off me and onto her back. She spread her legs wide and her skirt rode up, exposing the top of her black stockings and a sexy garter belt.

“You still wear a garter belt?” I said.

“Some things are still the same,” she responded.

I pushed her skirt up further until it was bunched around her waist. I leaned forward. Her scent was so familiar and just as intoxicating.

She unsnapped her stockings so I could pull her panties off. I traced my tongue around the rim of her pussy. And then I moved straight for the clit.

“Yes, Kay,” she said. “Eat my pussy.”

The naughty talk made me hot. I flicked her clit with my tongue and she moaned wildly. I looked up and saw Lana pinching and pulling her nipples.

“That’s right. That’s how I like it!” she said.

I plunged a finger deep inside her. She groaned loudly as I started finger-banging her hot little cunt.

“YES! Faster,” she commanded.

She squeezed her thighs tight around my head. I plunged a second finger in and started banging the hell out of her. I nipped and pulled at her clit with my teeth.

Thought it had been years, I recognized the familiar rhythms to her breathing. I knew she was going to cum. I fucked her harder with my hands and suddenly Lana was calling out my name. Her pussy clenched as she came.

When I pulled away she wrapped me in an embrace. She licked her own sex from my lips. And then we kissed for the first time that night. The first time in ages! Our tongues danced. My hands were all over her tight body as she rubbed my soft curves.

“Take me to bed,” I told her.

She stood up and we both went into the back room and the waiting king-sized bed. I wrapped my arms around her thin waist and unzipped her skirt. She did the same to me and pulled it down along with my panties. The two of us stood staring at one another. Lana in nothing but her stockings. Me in stocking and a pearl necklace. She slid her hand between my legs and started gently rubbing my throbbing clit. And then she pushed me to the bed and buried her face in my cunt.

I started moaning and thrashing about as she went to town eating my pussy. Neither of us heard the door open. We didn’t even know we were being watched until Brian spoke.

“Mind if I get in on this action?” he asked.

Both Lana and I jumped at the sound of his voice. I grasped for the sheets, trying desperately to cover myself up.

“What are you doing here?” Lana asked him.

“I was able to finish up so I caught a flight. I wanted to suprise you. I guess I succeeded,” he said.

“It’s not what you think…I mean…,” Lana stuttered.

“Oh, I think it’s exactly what I think,” Brian said.

There was an obvious bulge in Brian’s pants. He made to attempt to hide it as he looked at is with lust in his eyes. I wrapped the sheet tighter, trying to shield my nude body from his intent stare.

“Why are you getting shy all of the sudden?” Brian asked me. “You didn’t seem so modest with my girlfriend’s face buried in your cunt.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. Despite his obvious arousal, he also seemed a bit peeved.

“Maybe I should just get dressed,” I said, regretting that my clothes were still in the front room.

“I’ve got a better idea,” he answered. “Why don’t you stay naked, and I join you?”

I didn’t know what to say. I glanced over at Lana. She had a bit of a smirk on her face.

“Did you plan this?” I asked.

“Maybe. But it’s your choice, Kay,” she said. “But I’m cool with it if you are.”

I turned back to Brian. I’d always been impressed by his good looks and athletic physique. The large bulge in his pants made me even more curious.

I released the sheet, letting it slowly slide off my shoulder. Brian shamelessly admired my bit tits.

“Why don’t I help you out of your pants?” I said.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Brian said as he stepped towards me.

I smiled up at him and gave his belt a tug. Lana watched anxiously as I dropped her man’s zipper. He pulled off his shirt and I removed his pants and underwear. I was very impressed. He was thin and muscular, but that’s not what caught my attention. I immediately fell in love with his big, slender cock.

I took his shaft in my hand and guided it to my mouth. I started kissing the swollen purple head.

“Don’t be shy, Kay,” Lana said. For a minute I wondered if she was really ok with things. “Seriously. Suck it.”

Never one to shy from a challenge, I went to work on his cock. I took as much as I could into my mouth.

He grunted with delight.

I took his balls with one hand and started massaging them. At the same time, I started bobbing my head up and down the length of his shaft. Brian was very into it. He twirled his fingers in hair and started fucking my mouth.

Lana seemed really into it. While I sat on the edge of the bed blowing her man, she got down on the floor in front between us. She gently parted my legs, exposing my aching pussy. I felt her hand on my clit and it drove me wild.

“Oh shit!” I tried to say, but my mouth was too full of cock.

Brian was obviously living out a dream.

“Yeah, honey,” he said. “Eat that pussy baby. Bury your pretty face in that cunt.”

Lana didn’t waste time obeying. I felt the familiar touch of a tongue on my clit. In no time, I could feel an orgasm approaching. I tried to keep sucking Brian’s cock, but I couldn’t concentrate. Finally, I gave up and just let it go. I leaned back on the bed and let Lana pleasure me.

Brian didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he was very content to watch his hot little wife go down on me. He stood up and started stroking his big dick. Lana continued to tease me with her tongue. I’d been with many girls since Lana, but she was still he best at hitting my spots. She swirled it around my pussy and nibbled at my clit. I started moaning loudly, begging her to continue. Just when I thought I could take no more, she slammed two fingers inside me.

That was all it took. I felt my pussy quiver then explode. My body shuddered. I tried to call out her name, but all I could do was groan out nonsensical words. But Lana never missed a beat. She kept licking my slit through the entire orgasm. I had my eyes closed tightly. When I opened them, Brian was hovering right next to me watching the last of my orgasm. With a few violent tugs and a groan his hot load splashed across my titties. Lana moved up and licked his cum from my body.

“I hope you’re not slowing down in your old age,” Lana said. “I’m not satisfied yet.”

We kissed and touched one another while Brian watched. I slid my fingers to her clit. It didn’t take long to work her into a frenzy.

Lana rolled to her side and lifted a leg. With my head at her ankles, I opened my own legs and got between her thighs until our bare pussies were touching. We both started humping violently, rubbing our pussies together. Lana tried to control the situaion, but I had a slight weight advantage on her. I rubbed my furry mound against her completely shaved one, desperately wanting to make her cum. I licked a finger and started pushing on her asshole. And then I forced it in. Lana cried out with delight. She started shaking violently from her second orgasm of the night.

“I want to fuck somebody,” I heard Brian say.

Looking over, his magnificent cock was rock hard again.

“I want you to fuck, Kay,” Lana said.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

Brian didn’t wait for an answer.

“I want to fuck, Kay,” he said.

He spread my legs wide. Lana took the head of his cock and guided it to my waiting gash.

It was unbelievably big. I felt so full. He started fucking me hard and fast. Lana alternated between kissing my tits and just fingering herself.

Brian really knew what he was doing. He plowed into my pussy hard and fast. I couldn’t help feeling envious of what my best friend probably sampled on a daily basis. Or, knowing Lana, probably multiple times a day. Thankfully, she didn’t mind sharing.

My orgasm came quicker than I expected. I could feel my body tensing up after only a few minutes. I started groaning loudly. I felt my pussy clench tight around Brian’s big dick. I came hard.

Brian pulled out and just watched. He calmly stroked his cock. I thought for a second he was getting ready to unload on me again. But I was wrong. Lana knew exactly what he wanted–her.

She climbed on top of me. Our breasts were pushed together. Her ass was in the air. With his dick still soaked from my pussy, it was easy for Brian to slip that big tool into his woman’s tight asshole.

Brian pounded her so hard the headboard started to ricochet off the wall. I wondered what the hotel guests in the next room must be thinking. I wrapped my arms tight around Lana’s waist and kissed her lips gently–and direct opposition to the violent thrusts she was getting in the ass.

“Yes!” she said. “Yes! Fuck me hard.”

Brian grabbed her tiny hips and delivered thrust after thrust. He grunted furiously. I reached between Lana’s thighs and started rubbing her clit. She starting moaning loudly right in my ear.

Her man just went harder. Instead of long, hard strokes they were quick, fierce bursts. I knew he was about to blow. He pulled out at the last second and his dick made an audible slap as it landed on Lana’s ass cheeks. And then he was spewing his cum across her back. I slipped a finger inside her and she started to quiver. And then she came.

Never one to enjoy all the fun herself, Lana went right back to work eating me out again. She gave me orgasm after orgasm while Brian watched. I now assumed he’d heard of our legendary adventures, but he was getting to see for the first time just how insatiable the two of us were together.

Thankfully for both of us, he was just as hard to satisfy. And by the time we went to bed I’d fucked him a couple more times and watched as he gave Lana another pounding.

Of course it turned out that everything was planned on her part. I thought I was the one making the move and taking charge of the situation. But it turns out we’d both missed one another and craved the same thing.

And we got plenty of it–all weekend long.

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