Friends With Benefits

“Last night at work, I think I heard Cindy say that we’ve been spending a lot of time together.”

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“The rumors are starting to fly.” I said I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. Nicole talked me into wearing a too tight, too revealing dress. The purple dress clung too tightly to my curves, my breasts over flowed from the top. A few minutes earlier, she said I looked hot in it, so I kept it on. “Does it bother you?”Hitachi Wand are used to stimulate female clit or inside or vagina.

“Not really.” She stood next to me, looking at herself then me in the mirror. She looked amazing in her black dress, the guys would be all over her at the club. She had the perfect body for that kind of dress, busty like me, but all of the right curves. Her cleavage flowed out of the top of the dress, it clung to her body like it was painted on. It didn’t leave much to the imagination. “I could care less what the other girls at the bar think. It’s just that I don’t want my parents to find out, that sort of thing.”

“I understand.” It was a lot easier for me. My parents lived hundreds of miles away in another section of the country. Hers lived in the same area code.

“I really like you, but…”

Here it comes. I knew it was coming. Our relationship had been on shaking ground the entire month since it started with a wild and very steamy night. We had various levels of experience in the bedroom with another woman, but neither of us much experience actually dating another woman. I liked her, I liked her a lot, but neither of us ever planned on settling down and marrying another woman some day. We discussed it before, we both envisioned the house in the suburbs with a family and a husband.

“Maybe we should just be friends. With benefits?” She grinned.

“I think I like that.” I smiled back. It made sense to me. For the past month I had been struggling to define us. I didn’t want to see anyone else, but I couldn’t stop myself from look at men, fantasizing about them. I wasn’t about to run out and get laid the next day, but I missed the feeling of a hard cock pushing deep inside of me.

“Good. It’s not that I want to see anyone else. It’s just that…I don’t know how to put it. I’m not a lesbian. I’m definitely bisexual, but not a lesbian.” She leaned back against the bathroom counter. She reached out for me and I move in front of her. I opened my arms and we embraced. Our busty, curvy and soft feminine bodies only separated by the thin fabric that made up our tiny, skimpy dresses. I could feel her heat. I could smell her sweetness.

Technically, we were broken up but we looked at each other. We didn’t say anything, we didn’t need to. She pushed my red bangs out of my eyes. I moved my lips close to hers we kissed. Her soft lips pressing against mine.

We smile in between kisses. We giggle like school girls as our hands explore each other. With her, it’s always fun.

I kiss her neck. I kiss the cleavage flowing out of her tiny dress. The cleavage that I know so many men will stare at later, if we ever make it to the club.

She pulls the low cut neck line of her dress to the side and she isn’t wearing a bra. I can’t keep my mouth away from her nipples, teasing the brown nipples with my tongue, then nibbling them gently with my teeth. With her it’s so easy. I don’t feel like I have to put on a show or be someone else. It’s natural with her.

Without stopping our kisses, we stumble out of my bathroom and in to my bedroom. In the process, she unzips the back of my dress and it slips down to my stomach as we climb on to my bed. She takes control, climbing on top of me, kissing me. She kisses my lips, then my neck, then it’s her turn to kiss my cleavage.

She pulls cup of my black strapless bra out of the way with a violent motion, so quick that I thought she broke the bra. She’s not as gentle with my breasts, groping them roughly, biting on them not so gently and it makes me moan.

I roll over until I’m on top of her, then kiss my way down her body. Her dress is already scrunched up around her hips, revealing the tiny black g-string that covers her lips. I’m careful to avoid it with my fingers and with my tongue. I kiss and massage every inch of her thighs, her hips, teasing her until she looks down on me. She doesn’t have to say anything. I know it’s her look that says stop playing around.

I pull the soft nylon fabric to the side and her bare pussy is waiting for me. I tease a little more, avoiding her lips with my kisses until I can’t take it anymore. I have to push my tongue between her wet lips. I have to slid my finger into her wetness to make her moan.

I want to make her moan louder. My tongue finds her clit, I use two fingers to fuck her and I hit my goal.