Come Inside, Won’t You? [FF] [Friends] [Mature]

After several minutes of stimulation, I finally came.

Masturbating to porn had now become my favorite pastime ever since the divorce. No sex to have fun? No problem. A vibrator, a dildo, or even my fingers was enough to keep me occupied. It could only do so much, though.

I put down my phone playing the lesbian porn I loved to watch (something about women pleasing women just turned me on so much!) and just laid there for a minute thinking.

What has my life come to? Is it really so bland that this is all I have to do with myself? I already cleaned the apartment, did the dishes, dusted the furniture. There was simply nothing to do.

I could watch TV perhaps. Oh, but the shows were so bland and boring compared to porn, at least in the moment.

I picked up my phone again and continued. Before the video picked up, a thought crossed my mind:

Tiffany.

Of course! How could I forget! Tiffany was my dearest friend and has been with me through it all. My divorce, the kids going off to college. I even helped her with HER divorce and helped her let go. Through all of the trouble in life, I always had Tiffany.

I should call her.

I closed out of the porn, got dressed, washed my hands, and then called her up. The phone only rang twice before she picked up. Hopefully I didn’t catch her at a bad time.

“Mary?!” She said excitedly. She squealed a little in excitement at seeing my name on her phone.

“Tiffany! How are you, my dearest friend?”

“Oh, well I’m doing wonderful. How are you?”

“Oh, I’m doing great! Just got done cleaning and now I’m wondering what to do.”

“Oh you and me both, hun. It’s hard to find something to occupy the time these days. It’s so *quiet* around here”

We talked for a while, catching up (there wasn’t much to catch up on) cracking jokes, reminiscing. It felt good to talk to Tiffany. I don’t know why it had been so long. It’s not like we were busy. I felt a little bad, but hearing the excitement in her voice like we never stopped talking made me feel better.

“Say, Tiffany, do you have any plans soon?”

“Let me see…” she paused and then continued after a few seconds. I could hear faint footsteps like she got up to go check her calendar or something of the sort. “I have dinner with my parents next Friday and absolutely nothing else!”

“Perfect!” I said. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over and just chat for a while? I can make us dinner, if you’d like”

“Why, that sounds wonderful! I’d be happy to!”

“Perfect! Does tomorrow sound good?”

“Tomorrow works great”

“Perfect. I’ll see you then, Tiffany.”

“Can’t wait! Bye bye, Mary”

After we hung up, I walked out of my room and sat on the couch. You know, maybe TV doesn’t seem too bland after all. Tiffany never failed to put me in a good mood.

The next day came. I was in a dilemma. Do I wear something nice? Or something casual? I thought about calling her, but didn’t want to sound nervous or needy. I mean, dinner with friends shouldn’t be formal, should it? But what if I just wore a cute, normal outfit but she shows up looking all nice?

I just decided to wing it. I settled on a flannel shirt my daughter gave me for my birthday and a pair of jeans. Well, now I looked like a farmer. I just needed tan lines and a hat.

I chuckled at the thought.

I got started on dinner.

I had some chicken breasts in the freezer and got them thawed. I busted out all of the materials for chicken parmesan. I even got out a set of breading trays that I bought a few years ago but never get to use. I went to the store and got materials for salad and mashed potatoes. I even picked out a bottle of wine that was on the more expensive side, which was out of my character. I got home, got to cooking, and set everything out nicely. What used to take me an hour or two seemed to take the entire day. I seem to have lost my touch.

After getting the table set, I went to the ice machine in my apartment building, filled a bucket, and brought it back to place the wine in. I looked at the set up and, I gotta say, I was proud of it.

I heard a knock on the door. Finally, she was here.

I opened the door to see Tiffany. She looked *beautiful*! Her makeup was on point, she seemed to have done her nails, and she wasn’t even wearing anything formal. Thank heavens!

“Hello! Come inside, won’t you?” I said. She giggled a little at how formal I was being. She hung up her coat and placed her handbag on the small table that was by the door. Finally, we embraced very tightly.

“My goodness, how long has it been since we’ve been able to spend time together?” She said

“Too long” I replied “far too long”

We let go and I motioned her to the dining room. We sat down, opened the wine, and began to eat. The thing I love about being a woman is that you never run out of something to talk about. Especially with friends. If you two truly care about each other, the conversation never dies.

She complimented my chicken, which made me happy, and she practically inhaled her potatoes. It felt good to cook for someone again.

Eventually, after we finished our wine, we sat on the couch and talked some more. And, as it does for sexually starved older women, the conversation turned a little dirty.

“You know, it’s been a really long time since I’ve had a really good orgasm,” I said. Tiffany was taken aback, slightly shocked. We both laughed nervously.

“You mean you don’t have any…me time?”

“Well, of course I do. But there’s only so much a piece of silicone and a vibrator can do.”

“I hear you there. Sometimes I miss when Lance would eat me out.”

My eyes grew wide

“Lance…went down on you?” It was a shock. My husband never did. It never even crossed my mind.

“Oh honey, don’t tell me that Tom never gave you oral”

“I mean, I guess we liked settling for just vanilla sex?”

“Mary, let me tell you, you’re missing out. An orally given orgasm is something else. Even a vibrator can’t live up to it sometimes.”

“Lance was that good, huh?”

“Oh, he was a natural. I think he mentioned ‘learning’ from videos and stuff, but it’s like he’d been doing it for years and years and years.”

I was getting a little flustered at this point. I could tell I was getting wet under my jeans. I nonchalantly placed a hand near my groin and touched it. It wasn’t quite damp yet, but definitely warm.

Turns out, I wasn’t as subtle as I thought

She was looking at my hand near my vagina. I slowly slid it down my thigh to make it look normal, but it was too late. I could see the gears turning in her head, like she was planning something.

“So, you’ve never been eaten out?”

“Never”

The gears kept on turning. Her next words were a little shaky, like she was nervous.

“You know, I could -and please tell me if this is too much- but…”

“Go on”

She sighed, and then just let it out.

“Maybe I could try going down on you? Just so you can see what it’s like.”

My heart sank

“Really?”

“I mean, if you don’t want to, don’t feel pressured. Hell, I haven’t even tried it on a girl before, so I don’t know if I could do it justice.”

“I mean, I’d be willing to try…”

“Perfect,” she said.

I slowly stood up, heart pounding. I was nervous, of course, but also insanely excited. My body was practically quivering with anticipation.

I pulled my jeans down and I saw Tiffany fumbling with her hair.

“Do you have a hair tie?” She asked. The question alone was making me horny, especially knowing she was only asking so she could more easily eat me.

I motioned to the coffee table to a small pile.

“I always keep a few lying around”

She took one and tied up her hair. I pulled my jeans all the way down and stepped out of them. I sat on the couch, pulled off my panties, and then waited.

She got on her knees in front of me, which was a *very* sexy sight. I didn’t even care that she was my friend. It was awesome.

She placed her hands on my thighs and I noticed that she realized I was wet.

“You’re ahead of me, I see”

We both chuckled a little.

She didn’t tease or make me wait, which I appreciated. She just went in.

Now, I had all my expectations about how this would feel. But I wasn’t expecting it to feel this good. It turns out she’s as much of a natural as Lance was. At least I’d think.

It felt incredible.

“Ohhh” I said as she did it. She giggled, and then continued.

She sucked gently on my clit and even moved her head in little motions, which definitely helped.

She looked into my eyes and I could see a smile peek around my pussy. I was enjoying this very much and I could tell she noticed. I imagine it would take her several minutes to cum from Lance, after doing it for so long. But about 30 seconds later, I was ready to cum. She could tell, and let go with her mouth.

“Were you planning on cumming?” She asked, rubbing my clit with her fingers to keep me at the edge

I nodded, almost desperately.

“Well, I’ve never had a girl cum in my mouth before, only Lance. So this should be fun.”

She latched back on again and did the very same motions, only faster. This was so much better, especially with the locked eye contact. I ran my fingers through her hair and gripped her scalp, being careful not to hurt it.

I wrapped my legs around her head and pulled her in. She seemed to enjoy that a lot and stuck her fingers in me.

I came in her mouth, which was infinitely better than cumming to porn. I expected her to stop, but she kept going. She wiggles her fingers inside me and kept sucking and sucking. I was moaning much louder at this point, and was almost screaming her name.

Once my very long, mind blowing orgasm came to a stop, she pulled her fingers out and let go of me.

She got up and sat back down on the couch next to me as I panted. I looked over at her and her face was soaked with my juices.

“Have fun?” She asked. I definitely liked the ponytail look on her if you know what I mean

“Oh yes, I did” I said, catching my breath.

I got up and put my panties and jeans back on. I tightened my belt and sat down again.

“So what shows do you like?” I asked, turning on the TV

“I’m good with just about anything. Also, thanks for dinner…and dessert” she winked at me.

“It was my pleasure”

Thank you so much for reading! I hope I was able to make a few of you wet, hard, or cum. Let me know if I did ;)

Same old same old, I’m still taking requests. Leave them in the comments or my DMs. My rules are no feet, no furries, no stuff with men (except for dicks. Chicks with dicks are fine ;), and no BDSM/degrading. Everything else is free game.

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