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While I'm flying and before I'm settled, I thought you might like something juicy to read. So here is part two of Bringing Sexy Back. I hope you like it!
‘So what made you change your mind?’ Caroline asked, as she thumbed through the pages of the books Tracy brought her.
‘Hm?’ Tracy asked looking askance. ‘What do you mean?’
‘About the books. I thought you said I wouldn’t like them.’
‘Oh, I dunno,’ Tracy shrugged. ‘I guess I just figured I’d give ‘em to you and you could decide for yourself.’
They were having a little girls’ night, just the two of them. Last week Caroline had called Tracy, pretending to be nonchalant but Tracy could tell something was wrong.
‘You free Saturday night?’ Caroline had asked. Bill was going on a conference up North and wouldn’t be back until Sunday, she told her. Tracy could tell Caro was worried about it, worried that it was something other than a conference that was occupying her husband overnight. And Caro confessed something else.
‘I have reason to be worried.’ Then, in a small voice, ‘We don’t do it, you know.’
‘What?’ Tracy swallowed. ‘Never?’ A little bell sounded in her head.
They’d wondered about Caro’s sex life, she and Delia. How good could it be when she must be wondering the whole time what was going on in Bill’s head. Does he close his eyes and picture Johnny Depp to keep himself hard? Good god, it didn’t bear thinking about.
‘No. Never,’ Caro sighed. ‘It’s been … a very long time.’ She didn’t offer any more information and Tracy was afraid to ask. But she assured her friend she would be there Saturday to keep her company. And she brought the books.
The ones she had previously decided would only serve to frustrate Caroline.
‘You guys in for Delia’s dinner party next weekend?’ Caro asked, pouring red wine into two large bowled, sumptuous wine glasses, the kind, Tracy thought as Caro passed her hers, that made her feel like curling up in front of a fire or strolling down a beach in the fall in jeans and a cable knit cardigan.
‘Yup,’ Tracy said. ‘You guys?’ The women settled themselves in Caroline’s open concept living room, with its high ceilings and oversized leather lounges. The one area where Bill was not lacking was as provider. Tracy had always been slightly jealous of her friend’s immaculately decorated, 4 000 square foot home.
‘Well, I am,’ Caro started.
‘Aw, Bill’s busy again?’ As soon as it was out of her mouth, Tracy wished she could stuff it back in. How frigging tactless can I be? she thought. She didn’t mean to hurt Caro. But Bill had been missing all their get togethers recently.
‘It’s fine, Tray, really,’ she assured. ‘I’ll be able to relax more without him there.’ There was an uncomfortable silence as Tracy decided whether or not to re-embark on the discussion of Caroline and Bill’s marriage. Then Caroline gave a big sigh, as though she were washing the topic away, smiled and picked up one of Tracy’s books. ‘So,’ she said as she took a gulp of wine, set down her glass and flipped to the table of contents. ‘Which story do you recommend?’
They spent the next hour or so passing the books back and forth and reading little excerpts aloud. As the wine flowed and their inhibitions flowed away, the selections got racier. Soon words that they had initially blushed at, giggled over, whispered, now poured from their lips in a glorious river of smut: cock, pussy, clit, suck, lick, pound, cum, fuck, and yes, even cunt. Tracy didn’t want to admit how horny she was getting in front of her friend. Then again, she thought she saw a certain yearning in Caro’s blue eyes as well.
‘So,’ Caro said, setting a book down during a lull in the readings and apparently attempting to change the subject. ‘How’s Peter?’
‘He’s good,’ Tracy said, refilling her glass. ‘Busy as usual.’
‘Not too busy for you, I hope,’ Caro said with a wink. Tracy’s complaints about lack of quantity in the bedroom were common knowledge with Caroline and Delia.
‘Oo, “actually”?’ Caro said, grabbing her wine, facing her friend and settling in for a good story. ‘This sounds promising!’
‘Well – oh, I really shouldn’t have said anything,’ Tracy muttered, her head spinning a bit from the wine.
‘Now you really have to tell me. Sounds incredibly juicy!’
‘It’s just, things have been a little hotter recently.’ She snuck a glance at her friend. ‘Ever since I told him a certain story…’ Tracy said, leadingly.
‘Yeah, go on.’ It wasn’t triggering with Caroline.
‘Okay, don’t freak out. I told him about the time you and I made out, and stuff, back in school. Now he can’t get enough.’
‘Ah, I see,’ Caroline said, studying her wine glass.
‘Oh, Caro. I’m sorry! I didn’t know you’d be so upset that I told him.’
‘No, no,’ Caro sighed. ‘It isn’t that.’ To Tracy’s horror, she looked like she might cry. Tracy moved to sit next to her and grabbed her hand. ‘It’s just – I told Bill that story a while back and, well, let’s just say I’m glad it worked for you.’ This time tears did spring to Caroline’s eyes.
‘Caro, I’m sorry,’ Tracy said, hugging her close.
‘Oh gosh, I’m being ridiculous.’ Caroline said, grabbing at Kleenex. She tried to laugh but it came out a snort. ‘It’s not so bad, really. I mean, in a lot of ways we work better than other married couples. We’re great friends. We hardly ever fight. But sometimes,’ she was looking down, paused here and looked up into Tracy’s eyes before she continued, ‘Sometimes I just miss someone touching me, you know? Wanting me.’
Suddenly scenes were flashing in Tracy’s head: she and Peter in bed, her feeling his cock stiffen inside her as she whispered about what it was like to have Caro’s nipple in her mouth, her agreeing to stay at Caro’s tonight and bringing the erotica, the dark crimson liquid splashing into the large glasses as she and Caro read from the books, and now, in front of her, Caro’s lust filled blue eyes staring into her own, imploring her. She leaned in, moving her hand to gently caress the side of Caro’s face, closed her eyes and kissed her best friend softly but firmly on the mouth. Her lips parted and Tracy ever so slightly pushed the tip of her tongue just inside, so that it licked over Caro’s bottom lip. Caroline sighed audibly.
‘Do you ever think about that?’ Tracy murmured, keeping her hand on Caro’s face and moving her mouth to whisper the words, feed them, into her ear. ‘I mean, about what happened that night with us.’
Caro nodded. ‘I’ve been thinking about it a lot, recently.’
That was the last green light Tracy needed. She kissed her friend again, harder this time, and moved her hand to caress her breast.
It had been over a decade since the first and last time Tracy had kissed a girl, kissed Caroline. But she had never forgotten the strange same-but-different-ness of it. Lips are lips. But women’s are softer, instead of stubble there’s a soft peach fuzz. Everything’s gentler, slower. Sweeter. And, with Caroline anyway, Tracy was the aggressor, the dominant. She put her hands on Caro’s breasts, she pinched her hardening nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse, she pulled the blouse from Caro’s body and unclasped her bra. Tracy could feel herself getting wetter as she put the stiffened tip of Caro’s breast between her lips. As she gently sucked and flicked her tongue against it she heard Caro sigh out her name, just like the last time so long ago. She also remembered how her friend had been nervous the last time, guilty about what they were doing and stopped her. This time, though, after a few more minutes of Tracy lapping delicately at each breast, an emboldened – or maybe just plain horny – Caro pushed Tracy’s hand under her skirt and between her legs.
This was new territory for Tracy. She had never felt a pussy other than her own. Still tugging at Caro’s nipples with her lips, she cupped her hand over Caro’s panty covered mound and gently pushing her middle finger in between the crevice of her labia. With that finger she could feel Caroline’s clit, hard and poking up from between her nether lips, but she didn’t move it, just kept the pressure there while she continued to tease her nipples. Tracy knew that if Caro were wired anything like her, she would feel the flicks on her nipples right down to the tip of her clit, where the pressure was. Keeping her hand there she moved up to kiss Caro on the lips and just very softly began moving her middle finger in small circles of pressure between her legs.
‘Last time we were in this position you made me stop,’ Tracy whispered breathily. ‘Do you want me to stop now?’ Caro only whimpered and shook her head. ‘I’ve always wanted to go down on you, Caroline,’ Tracy said, her best friend’s familiar name suddenly feeling so foreign on her lips. Caro groaned and pressed her mound up against Tracy’s hand. Suddenly Tracy felt a surge of power, of mischievousness, of sexual daring. ‘The next time we do this,’ she purred, ‘will you let Peter watch?’
Caroline had been keeping her eyes closed but now, she opened them, looked right at Tracy and said, ‘Yes.’ The two kissed passionately before Tracy broke the kiss to move down and slowly remove Caro’s panties.
Tracy positioned herself so she was lying in between Caro’s legs, her skirt up and her now naked mound right in front of Tracy’s face. Her pussy was unshaven but neatly trimmed with her dark blond, wiry pubic hair. And even though Tracy had never, ever been so close to another woman’s quim, even though she could barely believe that she was actually in this position, after all her fantasizing with Peter, she felt instinctually that she knew what to do. She knew what she liked, after all. So she gently eased up Caro’s legs until her knees were bent, allowing better access, delicately used her two thumbs to pull apart her labia, lowered her head down and softly licked her clit with a single upstroke of the tip of her tongue.
Caro gasped out and sighed, pushing her hips up. Tracy, still holding apart Caro’s lips, gazed at her friend’s sweet pussy. Her folds were a dark pink and glistening with her arousal. Her clit was poking out from beneath its hood, so stiff that Tracy felt a sympathetic throb between her own legs. She could not hold herself back from continuing to lick it.
Softly, she delivered only upstrokes at first, lap, lap, lap, not too hard but steadily, over and over. Caroline moaned and moaned, shoving her hips up and up, not able to get enough of the sensation on her neglected little button. After a few minutes of the gentle lapping, Tracy began rolling her tongue in soft circles around Caro’s clitoris, before she started a slightly harder up and down motion, fluttering the sensitive nub like a tiny, slick speed bag, her tongue dealing the flickering blows.
Caroline was beyond trying to keep quiet at this point. ‘Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah, oh god, oh god, oh GOD!’ she cried. Tracy continued until Caro’s legs shook and her back arched tight, like a bow. She could tell her friend was close to coming already. In other circumstances Tracy might have liked to tease her, to go back to the slower licks just so she could hear her sigh of frustration, to make Caroline beg her to please, please lick her little clit. But knowing what she did, knowing the frustration and the god knows how long of inattention, of forced celibacy, Tracy knew she couldn’t do that. She wanted to bring Caroline this pleasure, this release.
So Tracy took the whole of it, all of that hard fleshy nub between her lips, sucked gently, pushed two fingers deep inside Caro’s tight, slick sheath, and began licking in earnest. Caroline screamed out as Tracy shunted her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy, keeping her tongue firmly moving back and forth over her clitoris, until she felt it spasm, once, twice. She licked that quivering flesh for 30 seconds more until Caro’s screams reached a crescendo, then she switched back to sucking, kept sucking as Caroline’s entire body convulsed and shuddered around the centre of her being, her cries becoming faint moans.
Tracy stayed there, at Caro’s, that night as planned. Unplanned, however, were the sleeping arrangements. Instead of the guest room where Tracy usually stayed, Tracy found herself in Caroline and Bill’s luxurious master suite, in Caroline and Bill’s king size bed – that Caroline said they hadn’t actually shared in a year and a half – with, of course, Caroline. Had Bill been there, Caroline giggled, still a little tipsy, he’d be the one in the guest room.
The women completely undressed, fell into bed and kissed and fondled each other for hours. Initially Tracy sensed that Caroline was hesitant to perform the same act on Tracy as she’d just received herself, and Tracy didn’t push her. Instead Caroline moved her hand in between her best friend’s legs and masturbated her to a slow, pulsating orgasm. It was strange, wonderfully strange Tracy thought, to feel a woman’s hands on her body, working her to a climax. Not Tracy’s own rhythms but definitely not those of Peter’s, of a man’s, either. More gentle, more steady, and infinitely more knowing.
Just before they fell asleep Caroline whispered, ‘Tell me it’s not going to be weird between us. I don’t know what I’d ever do if I didn’t have you as my friend.’
Tracy had been worried about the same thing. ‘It won’t,’ she replied. ‘I promise.