Guest Story by Nikkie Janes
As my phone rang, I looked at the number display and noticed that Mel’s name was flashing.
It had nearly been a week since that fateful, beautiful day when we had taken the “forbidden step” and made love together. Oh such beautiful lovemaking, but neither of us had contacted the other since. The time apart felt much too long, especially since we are such good friends, andwe talk incessantly every day. Had we ignored each other out of guilt, perhaps out of shame? Mel after-all had cheated on her husband.
Shaking with apprehension, I answered my phone, ‘High Doll, you okay?’ I managed to stammer in a worried breathless voice.
‘Nikkie! Why haven’t you phoned me?! Are you upset? Do you regret what we did?’ Mel blurted out straight away, panic in her voice.
‘Oh God Mel, no. No, no, no. I was worried that you would regret what we’d done and would want to break our friendship. I was worried that we had gone too far.’
‘Well, we did go too far,’ Mel said, ‘but I don’t regret it. I loved everything you did to me. Look, can I come round and see you? Please, please,’ she begged. ‘We need to talk.’
‘Of course, are you coming over now?’
‘Yeah, I’m there in two mins,’ she replied, hanging up the call.
In about a minute and a half, the doorbell rang, and I opened it to Mel. ‘Took your time getting here huh?,’ I laughed as we kissed cheeks. But those kisses didn’t feel like new lovers, they were kisses that two old friends would casually exchange.
Mel followed me into the lounge, looking stunning as always. Dressed in a short, blue summer dress, that showed off her figure and long shapely, sexy, legs. Absolute perfection. No cleavage on show, all curves and legs. Her blonde hair was done in a simple ponytail, a style that suits her. The same style that I’ve complimented her on numerous times. Had she done it that way for me?
In contrast, I was wearing scruffy denim shorts and an old T-shirt, I’d planned to slob out after doing a few chores around the house.
Without being invited, she plonked herself onto my sofa and slouched down as I joined her.
‘Nikkie, we need to talk. About what we’ve done, and where it’s going, if anywhere,’ she finally said.
‘Mel, honey, what we did was mind-blowing. I’ve got no regrets at all. I loved every minute, I wish it could have lasted longer.’ I assured her. ‘And I want it to go further, as far as you want.’
‘Oh, thank God for that. I thought you’d regretted it and didn’t want to see me again. I just don’t know what I would have done if you had said that.’
‘Mel, I love you as a friend too much to let that come between us. Apart from the fact that I loved it all so much. I could put what we did to one side and still be your friend. I was worried that you didn’t want to see me. That I had upset you. The only question I have to ask is, was it a one-off? Do you want to do more, and how? Are you going to tell John?’
‘Oh God, Nikkie, I don’t know. I want to do it again, and again, and again,’ she laughed at me. ‘But I don’t know how to play it. I love John, I don’t want to leave him or anything like that. I just know I can’t go on without having sex with you. It was so good, so different than anything I’ve done before. I want to do it again. I was worried that you wouldn’t.’
I took a deep breath, as I went over her words in my head. Trying to make sense of it all, until I finally said ‘Well let’s just do it, when we want, no big deal. We’re two adult women, old enough to know what we want. And I want you now.’
Mel looked at me with relief and bent over to kiss me, but just as her lips were hovering over mine she paused and stunned me by saying, ‘Will you strip for me, a proper, sexy strip?’
I looked at her in astonishment at what she had asked. Mel knows that despite my short stature and slender frame I’m immensely proud of my body. She also knows that I have “play stripped” for my boyfriends in the past. I’m a good dancer and can move. In fact, if I had been taller, dance would have been an option for me as a career.
‘You sexy, perverted minx. If I do, what’s in it for me?’
‘Me, all hot and horny,’ she replied breathlessly.
‘No, not worth the effort,’ I teased her, and watched as her face fell in disappointment. ‘Of course, I will.
‘I need to change into something I can tease you with though,’ I said, ‘now go and get us a drink. There’s a good Malbec if you want red, or a Chenin Blanc for white in the kitchen, and don’t mess about with one bottle. This afternoon is going to be long and dirtily sexy.’ With that, I went upstairs to get ready, my mind in a whirl.
I’d wanted to have sex with Mel again so much. But had been frightened, that on reflection, she had been revolted by what we had done. In honesty, at times I had been, but it had been so loving and gentle, I knew it was more right than wrong. I was so relieved that she wasn’t. Now to get ready and tease, what I had an idea, was my new, and hopefully to be long-time female lover. Oh, that sounds so forbidden, even in this day and age, ‘my female lover.’ I shivered in desire.
I quickly stripped off my old clothes and had a very quick shower. As I dried off and planned my outfit, I shouted down to Mel, ‘Mel, sweetie, bring me a glass of red, please. But leave it outside the bedroom door, you can’t see me yet.’
I was now dressing quickly but with one thought in mind, to tantalise and tease Mel. First, dark sheer stockings obviously, held up by a scarlet garter belt. White semi-transparent panties, cut high on the hip, and matching platform bra, to showcase my boobs, apart from my arse my best body part. Dress, or skirt and blouse? Skirt and blouse, she wants to see me strip, then I’ll make it last longer. So, a skirt, a silky black skirt, cut tight on the hips, but loose-fitting after that. It swayed with me as I moved. It was just above knee-high in length. A deep red silk blouse, with lots and lots of buttons, that would take ages to undo!!!!
To finish my outfit, I put on my highest heeled shoes. Six-inch high Jimmy Choos in shiny deep red leather, in keeping with the colour pallet I was using, I actually call them my stripper heels. Mel loves them, but she can’t understand how I can walk in them. Especially when I’m drunk.
I’d finished the wine before I had finished dressing so shouted down to Mel to get me another glass, put some sexy music on and get ready to have her mind blown. She had asked me to strip for her. I was going to give her the strip of her life.
We are so close as friends that we know where everything is in each-others houses, so my request was not unusual.
As the music burst out of the stereo, a pounding bass filled the air, complementing a high pitched lead guitar solo, I took my time coming down the stairs. One tread at a time, pausing with every step, before taking the next, hovering my foot halfway down each step. Eventually standing at the bottom, I thrust my hip out provocatively.
‘Ready honey?’ I asked. Mel looked up at me, her hungry eyes scanning my petite frame, as all she could do was nod. In fact, I’d already started with the way I’d come down the stairs.
I then started to perform one of the sexiest striptease anyone could ever have done. I was in the moment mentally, in a way I was offering Mel, my lover, my body, but tempting her at the same time.
First, I danced around her, swaying my hips, thrusting them out and nearly into her face as she sat mesmerised on the sofa. I bent over so that she got a view of my arse, sheathed in that black skirt, so firm and round. Swaying before her, I slowly, started at the top, undid all those buttons on my blouse. Pulling it from out of the waist of my skirt, letting it hang. She had a view of my boobs, but only a glance as I moved around. Keeping my blouse on, I reached for the zip at the back of my skirt, turning around I made Mel unzip it.
When the zip was open as far as it would go, I pulled away from Mel. Pushed the skirt to the floor in one quick movement, stepped out of it and bent over. Pressing my arse, sheathed in those white panties almost into her face.
‘Oh Nikkie,’ she breathed, ‘Oh my God.’
I’ve only got my skirt off, what is she going to be like when I get fully naked, if I do, I thought.
As I stood up fully, I whipped my blouse off, turning to face her I thrust and ground my hips inches from her face. I could feel her hot breath panting on my belly.
I danced around the room, in bra, panties and stockings. Boobs pushed high, provocatively resting on their support, swaying my hips. Wishing I had a pole I could use, I improvised by using a chair for support. I slowly squatted, opening my legs and rubbing my pussy through the fabric of my panties. Mel’s eyes were wide in wonderment. Her mouth was half-open, jaw slack. She was almost drooling.
Time for Mel to do some work I thought, as I advanced to her and sat in her lap facing her. I pushed my boobs in her face and held them there, letting Mel play. Kissing my cleavage, as I squeezed my boobs together around her face. I guided her hands to the clasp of my bra and let her undo it. As the straps fell off my shoulders, I pulled back and let the bra slip off my body, allowing Mel to see my boobs for an instant. Before pushing her lips to my right boob, letting her suck and play with it for a brief fraction of time, before standing up again. I wanted to tease her, giving her the smallest moments of intimate contact between us, as I stripped for her eyes, and her eyes only.
As I stood up, I pulled Mel’s skirt high on her thighs, right up to her hips so I could see her panties. I could see a large, damp stain on them, she was so excited and turned on!
Dancing around I got my boobs swaying, as I say they are only a “B” cup but because of my slender figure look so much more. The dark nipples, standing hard and firm. I took my time, even having a drink from my wine, deciding what to do next to tease Mel.
What’s next to come off, stockings or panties? Got to be panties, then she could do some more work.
I stood directly in front of Mel, hips thrust forward, legs spread slightly. I looked deep into her eyes, licking my lips, pouting and biting my lower lip. I mouthed at her, ‘Want to see some more?’ Of course, she did, she wanted to see everything, all of me.
Mel could only nod silently, mouth open in awe at what she was seeing. Conscious of the effect it was having on her.
I placed the thumbs of both hands into the top of my panties and, easing them away from my hips, pushed them down until they were just at the top of my pubic hair. Moving them away from my body, I gave Mel a tantalising glance of what was waiting for her. Then I pulled them back up, before rubbing my pussy outside the fabric. I tormented Mel like this for four or five times, getting the panties lower each time, until finally with a flourish, I whipped them off in one final quick movement. I stood there naked for Mel to see. Well, not naked. I still had my shoes and stockings on!!!
I glanced in the mirror in my lounge, to see me standing in front of Mel in just killer heeled shoes and sheer stockings. My tight firm arse sitting above them. Boobs, standing proud. I had to admit, it looked sexy as hell.
I placed one leg on the arm of the sofa, offering Mel a close view of my glistening pussy, which she was staring at intently. A look of longing and lust in her eyes. Maintaining this pose, I slowly unclipped a stocking from the garter belt, then taking Mel’s hand had her roll it down my leg and take it off. I made her replace my shoe after the stocking was off. Taking it off Mel, I wrapped it around her neck and using it pulled her face nearer to my pussy. Stopping when I could feel her hot breath panting on me. Then I pushed her away.
We repeated the process with my other leg. Mel, driven by lust, and my temping reached a hand out to touch my pussy. I slapped it away, hard.
‘No touching,’ I told her in a stern voice. How she had managed not to try anything before was a mystery to me. I was as horny as hell, and I was doing the strip. If Mel had been doing the same teasing thing to me, I think I would have ripped her clothes off long before now. I had to admire her self-restraint.
She had asked me to strip for her, but I don’t think she realised how provocative I would be. Sexy yes, but teasing and provocative no.
‘Oh My God, Nikkie. I know I asked you to strip for me, but I never expected anything as sexy as that.’
Again, I sat in her lap, but this time as her skirt was high, there was the feeling of hot bare flesh touching, hot bare flesh as our legs touched. I attacked her, the build-up of passion I had aroused in myself as I stripped bursting forth.
I kissed her with a fierce burning passion. My tongue forcing its way between her lips to find hers. Wrestling with each other for dominance. As we kissed, I grabbed her boobs and played with them outside her dress. Thank God she didn’t have a bra on, I could feel her nipples standing hard and proud. A match for my own.
My pussy was dripping on Mel’s leg, leaving a damp, sticky patch on her thigh. Mel, at last, got to touch me as she wanted. Immediately pushing two fingers deep into my responsive and unprotesting pussy. Fingering me hard. Pushing her fingers deep, at the same time latching her lips onto my boobs. I held her head tight to them, moaning and sighing, ‘ Mel, oh Mel, that is so nice.’
I was trying to unzip Mel’s dress and was having trouble. In my excited state, I hadn’t realised it had buttons, just like my blouse. I undid each one as quickly as I could, in contrast to the slow teasing way I had undone my own buttons. Fumbling with them at times. Getting the last one undone I pulled the top of her dress from her shoulders and got a view of her beautiful, full, breasts. I took them gently in my hands, and they overflowed them. I bent to kiss them and stayed there playing for what seemed like forever.
Eventually, Mel forced me to stop. Pushed me off her, stood up from the sofa, and looked intently at me, with such love I had never seen before. She shrugged the dress to the floor and stepped out of it. She quickly removed her panties, which because they were so wet, were now useless. They were hiding nothing from my view; they had become transparent.
Mel was now naked. I just had on a pair of killer heels and a garter belt. Two hot, sexy, women, looking at each other in lust and longing. Knowing what each other wanted and needed.
No words were exchanged as Mel took me by the hand and led me silently up the stairs to my bedroom.
We stood facing each other at the side of the bed, hands-on resting on the other’s hips. Staring into each other’s eyes. We collapsed onto the bed, in a tangle of arms and legs, kissing and fondling. Hands, flying everywhere. No place or touch off-limits or unwanted. We both wanted the other in every way we could. That afternoon, we were willing to give ourselves, however, the other wanted. At that moment, I felt a shift in our emotional state. We were in love with each other. Mel and I. Me and Mel.
Throughout the afternoon, we caressed and touched each other. Bringing the other to orgasm after orgasm. Sometimes at the same time, others just one of us hit our peak. We used our mouths, our hands, our fingers, even our legs. One of us rubbing the others mound with a thigh, we were so excited that that simple touch had us squirming in passion.
We tried every position we could. One minute I was between Mel’s legs. Licking her deeply, pushing my tongue into her, bringing her to a shuddering climax with my mouth, her hands twined in my hair holding me in place. Next, we were sixty-nine, me underneath. Unprotestingly pinned in-place, as Mel drove me to a passionate climax, using her mouth, and hands on, and in my pussy.
At first, we started by having hard, lust filled sex. That morphed through the afternoon into making soft, gentle, love together. Then as evening approached, we returned to the lustful state as we realised that we would have to finish soon. Mel needed to go home to her husband, John.
After our last passionate time, I was lying in Mel’s arms. Looking lovingly into her face, I said, ‘Mel, friend, lover, oh sweet lover. What happens next, where do we go? Are we Lesbians? And what about your marriage? What about poor John?’
‘I don’t know about Lesbians, probably are, but I have never wanted to try that before. I don’t want any other woman. I just wanted, and want you.
‘My marriage is still my marriage, I love John so deeply, but this is something else. I love you as well, but I will never leave John. Can you accept that, can we go on like this.’
‘Mel, I will have you on any terms you want. I think we have just fallen in love, as women can. I’m not jealous of John, envious maybe, but your marriage is something else. I don’t want to wreck that. If we can get together at times, then that will be great by me. I still want men in my life, but I also want you as a lover. I must be greedy.’
We agreed that John must not know about us at present and that we were now committed as lovers. Lovers only, for sex. A different kind of loving sex. Sex that neither of us had experienced before, and sex that we both realised we loved and couldn’t do without. I think the whole ten plus years of our friendship had been leading to this point.
Mel was taking a shower, getting ready to go home when her phone rang, it was John. I answered the phone.
‘Hi, John, Mel’s, just having a shower. We’ve been in the garden all day, and she’s hot and sticky,’ I told him. Well, she was hot and sticky but not from being in the garden!
As I said this, Mel came back into the bedroom, and I got evil. ‘John, Mel’s told me that she’s feeling horny for you and will give you anything, anything you want tonight, all you have to do is ask.’ With that, I hung up. John wouldn’t be shocked or surprised at what I had told him, he knows Mel, and I discuss everything.
Mel looked at me in astonishment at what I had just told John, ‘Why did you say that you know what he’ll ask for now don’t you?’
‘Yep, and you’re going to give it to him. Think about it, he deserves it the way you’ve just cheated on him with me.’
‘You devious bitch, you’re making me have guilt sex with John, aren’t you?’ giggling as she said this.
‘Yep, but I will love it tomorrow when you tell me all about it. Tomorrow, when we are in my bed. I’m going to play with myself tonight imagining you and John.’
We kissed again then, showing the gentle love we had just discovered that we had for each other.
Mel told me she rocked John’s world that night, giving him more than he even asked for, she was so turned on. Lucky John!
That was the start of a long, beautiful love affair between Mel and me. We were exclusive as female lovers, I was still looking for a man and think I have found one. A good friend of John’s. Who is kind, considerate, and as a bonus a good lover. Oh and he’s good looking as well.
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