Horizons [ff]

Krista and I have been friends for six long years. I’ve always thought she was beautiful, even sexy in an innocent lovely sort of way. Last night my years of patience paid off. She just left a long and painful relationship. Her now ex boyfriend was not a fan of our friendship, so we were only able to see each other once every few months when she could slip away unnoticed. Being able to give her a hug, and see her smile was thrilling. That smile would have been enough to keep me satisfied for days. Krysta is short and curvy, her long dark hair always smells like strawberries, and her big brown eyes could thaw the coldest heart. It had been six months since we had gotten to see each other, so I dressed up for the occasion. A pink dress and slip on flats with my long brown curls draped over my shoulders. Krista answered the door in jeans and a grey tee shirt, but still looked better than me.

After a quick “hello, goodbye” to her mother and stepfather we were out driving the back roads. laughing and joking as if no time had passed since the last time we were together, we drove to the water and reclined our seats to lay facing each other. Krista is an intimate creature, the kind of person who makes you feel like you’re home no matter where you are or what you’re doing. I listened patiently while she described the woes of her recently dead relationship, and she listened carefully as I described the death rattles of my marriage. We exchanged sentiments of “it wasn’t your fault” (even though some of it was) and convinced each other we would find happiness as time went by. “There are other fish in the sea.”

I’ve always been attracted to Krista, but I have never acted on my infatuation because she’s always claimed to be straight. I would flirt, or drunkenly ask to grope her from time to time, but I always respected her boundaries. Having been involved with a man for the last eight years I’ve only allowed myself to get close to straight women.

While I am bisexual, my preference lies with the ladies and the temptation of a woman’s soft skin or supple breasts would be too much for my fragile willpower to overcome. So I cultivated friendships with men (for the most part) and when my marriage began to crumble I looked to a select few of these men for comfort. Being the socially awkward bumbling idiot that I am, it hasn’t gone well (by a few I mean 2 and by comfort I mean flirting badly and then chickening out before sex can actually occur).

When my alarm went off to bring Krista home, so that I would have time to bring one of these friends a home cooked meal on his lunch break she looked at me with a shy smile and said “so, I guess what I’m getting at is: I want to expand my horizons.” I froze. I remembered saying these same words when I was anxiously questioning my sexuality. “I want to try it out with someone I know I can trust” my heart jumped to my throat. She put a hand on my knee “I want you to come home with me, if you still want to.” I felt blood rush to my cheeks and put the car in drive. “Where are we going?” She asked innocently. “Back to your place…” she looked disappointed until I finished the sentence “after I bring this plate to my friend.” She smiled and put a hand on my knee.

I drove dangerously. Speeding through our small town and fish tailing into my parking lot. I ran into my apartment, grabbed the plate from the fridge, and darted back to the car. I closed the door, stuck my Keys in the ignition and buckled my seat belt before I realized she had taken her shirt off. My jaw gaped and my eyes widened. She giggled “well?” My lips flew to her breast. One hand wandered to the small of her back and the other began a slow trek along the inseam of her thigh. I was half an inch away from the warmth between her legs when my phone goes off with a text from the friend I was supposed to be meeting. I could have cried.

She put her bra and shirt back on and I drove to the gas station. She let her fingers dance along the back of my neck while I ground my teeth and pretended not to notice how wet I had gotten. Thankfully my buddy was waiting at the gas station where he had suggested we meet. Unfortunately he realized that there was someone else in my car. So I had to introduce the guy I’ve been dying to fuck for about eight weeks to the girl I would be fucking in approximately eight minutes.

They greeted with a hug. He cracked a joke ending with “Lezbe honest” and I lost my shit laughing. Before we left he pulled me aside with a devilish smirk and asked for a hug. I gave him a one armed hug leaving the hand which had been so dreadfully close to Kristas sex at my side. He asked what was going on. I nodded towards the passenger side of the car and smiled “hopefully something good.” He raised his eyebrow “well I’ll be damned.” My smile broadened into a shameless grin “yep! See ya!”

When we pulled out of the parking lot Krista asked what that had been about. I shook my head “he just thought I seemed off and wanted to make sure everything was ok.” Ten minutes later he text me joking about a three way. I would have responded if my head wasn’t buried between her thighs. On the side of the road, a mile from her parents home, I gave one of my best friends her first girl on girl experience. And I found out that eating pussy is a bit like riding a bike. You never really forget how.

After a moment of my tongue rapidly massaging her clit she was crying out, and a few short moments after that she came explosively. Her fist was tangled in my hair and she whimpered “oh god, I’m done.” I put a hand on her belly and smiled “are you sure about that?” I stuck out my tongue broad and flat, using my thumb to pull against her plump shaved lips, then I watched her beautiful brown eyes roll back as I licked her slowly from the base of her pussy to the tip of her clit. “More?” I asked with a measure of pride. She nodded and muttered “more.” She writhed and screamed with the rhythm of my touch. “More!” She’d moan when I pulled away. The first orgasm had been too easy, I was determined to make her squirt again. And when that moment of gratification finally dawned on her it was worth every moment of the six years which brought us to this point.

She was still breathing heavy when we reached her mother’s doorstep. And I was grinning ear to ear. Her mother was still awake, and greeted us by asking “you two girls have fun?” Krista laughed feverishly and wandered to her bedroom. I stepped into the bathroom, washed my face, and used Kristas mouth wash. Before leaving I kissed her forehead “do you want to hang out Friday?” She asked with a smile. I brushed a lock of hair away from her face “absolutely.”

I was late grabbing my soon to be ex husband from work. The moment he got in the car he sniffed and exclaimed “why does it smell like pussy in here?!” I laughed and shook my head “I have no idea.”

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