Nolan and Emily, a lovely married couple, have known Abby and her husband for a long time. Emily and Abby met at work and two have clicked to be much closer. They felt they could tell each other anything. They were venting buddies, bitching about work, life, and whatever else sucked. Eventually, they would double date with their husbands. Wine, game nights, dinner. It was a good friendship.
Abby, eventually, would run into issues with her husband, and of course, Emily was a shoulder to cry on. She always was, always would be. One night, after a huge fight with her husband, Abby took off for the home of her friends, Emily and Nolan.
Nolan was off at work, but thankfully, Emily was there. And as always, she had a bottle of great wine. The two talked for hours, and eventually, the wine began to have an effect. The frustration withered away, drowned by laughter and smiles.
Then, something strange happened to Abby. She started to notice Emily’s blue eyes, sparkling like the ocean in the sun. She noticed the way Emily ran her fingers through her golden hair. Emily had a small mole on her cleavage and it was perfectly placed on the smooth, clean skin of her breasts. A certain warmth came about Abby’s insides. It suddenly felt good when she placed her hands between her legs and her hand pressed against her clit. But she said nothing. Just watched Emily’s perfect teeth and pink lips make comforting words. Listened to the beautiful violin that makes up Emily’s voice.
Nolan came home from work, looking dapper in his suit and tie. He smiled wide, happy to see Abby. Of course, neither Abby nor Emily ever caught on Nolan secretly glared at Abby’s ass, stuffed tightly into her jeans, at least a hundred times during her visits.
Nolan and Emily kissed, and Abby couldn’t help notice the tongue Emily slid into Nolan’s mouth. A contradiction of the warmth from the coals in her pussy and the wetness surfacing around her crotch became suddenly apparent.
Nolan left for the shower. Oh great, Abby thought. Now he’s going to be naked in the other room as I try to control myself.Abby heard the shower turn on. She imagined the water splashing against Nolan’s chest. He’ll take a step back to shampoo, and the shower head will send a stream of water against his pubic line. It’ll roll off of his cock. She imagined it was smooth and shiny right now.
Abby came back to reality, watching Emily look at her phone. She propped her elbow on the couch and stared at Emily, taking in her beauty. Emily looked up, noticing Abby’s stare. The two shared a look that said, “This wine did it’s fucking job,” and the two laughed. Oh God. Emily’s nose crinkled when she laughs. It folds a few freckles and shows her perfect teeth. Abby just wanted to stare into those eyes forever.
Abby lost control. The wine put Abby’s hand on Emily’s face. The wine placed Abby’s lips on Emily’s. The wine made them inhale intensely.
Oh fuck. She’s going to be pissed, Abby thought.
Instead, Emily held the kiss, eyes closed. Then another was placed, this time by Emily. Oh fuck, Abby thought. I want that tongue.
Emily gave it. Things were heating up quick. Abby held Emily’s face, felt her warm, smooth cheeks in the palms of her hands. They broke off, staring at each other. Somebody had to make a move. Fuck it. Abby made her move. She unbuttoned Emily’s Jean shorts. Noticed Emily had shaved recently.This was happening so fast for Emily, but she wanted it really bad. It felt like jumping onto a roller coaster. She didn’t want control. She wanted to hang on for the ride. She got to her back as Abby began pulling her shorts off.
Oh fuck. What about Nolan? What would he say?
Emily listened. The water for the shower was still running. Abby slipped Emily’s panties off of her ankles and ran her hands up Emily’s thighs. Emily looked down to see her friend looking up at her, running her tongue along her inner thighs. Of fuck, she thought. Here it comes.
Abby’s taste buds met with Emily’s pussy. Every bit of Emily’s clit, inside and out, lit up like a cheap neon light as the electricity caused a tingling in her inner thighs, her tail bone, her pussy, and her hips. Her hand didn’t ask her for permission before grabbing Abby’s hair. Her other hand gripped the armrest of the couch. Hold on, Emily. Let her mouth fuck you. Oh fuck. That one felt fucking good.
Abby enjoyed the quivers of Emily’s thighs. She knew those toes were curling and those nipples were sensitive and firm. She wanted Emily to want more.
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