Every Thursday night a few of the girls and I get together and play penny poker after the kids have gone to bed. We have a few cocktails and talk about our week and our dating life. My best friend, Carole, came out shortly after high school and recently broke up with her partner. This evening was basically spent dishing about all the things that can go wrong with a relationship. After everyone had left, Carole stayed behind to help me clean up.

“Oops, I suppose I should have asked.” She said after opening a bottle of wine and pouring another glass. “I guess it’s possible you’re ready to turn in.”

I shook my head and grabbed another glass. I don’t remember what we were talking about when our eyes held in a moment. Carole had the most amazing green eyes, and her small firm breasts were always fascinating to me. She sat her wine glass down and reached out brushing a lock of my hair out of my face.

In a blink her soft lips were on mine, and she shoved me against the fridge. It was like something suddenly burst between us. My hands were raking through her hair as she was ripping open my shirt. Her delicate hands cupped and twisted the nipples of my ample breasts. She unsnapped my bra, and within a few moves the two of us were on a pile of our clothes on the floor.

She kissed my neck and bit my nipples while one of her hands traveled down my abdomen to reach my moist cleft. I wanted her so much that I shoved myself against her. Driving my mouth into hers, I was hungry for her kisses, and my hands couldn’t get enough of the soft firm flesh of her petite tits. I pulled her to me so I could fit one of her plump nipples into my mouth; I twirled my tongue around it until Carole was panting for more. We rolled, and I was on top. I worked my way down until my face was planted between her soft, salty lips.

I drew her clit into my mouth and danced my tongue over it and over it until I heard her start to breath faster. I pushed my fingers deep inside her and worked them until I felt her muscles tighten around me. She moved, and we rolled again until the two of us were in the classic sixty-nine position. The feeling of being enveloped by her soft skin as she teased my pussy and clit until I grew close to coming; for each lick and nibble she gave me, I returned. In only a few short moments the two of us were sweating and panting into each other’s flesh in waves of orgasms. After catching our breath, Carole started teasing my skin in soft feathery touches until I was ready again.

That night changed our poker evenings forever. Carole not only stays to help with the dishes, she always shows up early, as well.

When I was in college I met this fantastic gal with short blond hair that made me question everything about myself. I couldn’t get her tiny waist and smooth hips out of my mind. I caught myself staring at her breasts under her delicate lace top in our study group, and one evening after we were done she led me out to her car for a smoke.

Before she could even light anything, her hands were all over me. She was kissing my neck, my lips, and pinching my nipples. I liked everything she did, even though I was a bit surprised at first. It was the first time I had ever kissed a woman, let alone had one pinch my nipples in such a way. My body responded with electrifying results. She whispered to me that we needed to go back to her room, and we did.

She unrolled a red velvet cloth that had several different kinds of vibrators. She turned first one on, and then the other. She slid a ribbed, lubed condom over one, and before I could question her my bum was buzzing in such a manner that I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I was so ready for a fantastic orgasm after this past week of exams, too. The woman buckled something around my hips that made my clit dance at attention. For hours, we sat in her room with her teaching me the different ways my body could have a powerful orgasm. We left that campus, not to see each other for several years.

One afternoon while in a café, a girl approached me. Catherine from my school days smiled at me and said, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” This time it was my dark studio loft we went back to, and I who had the bag full of toys.

Catherine laid me down on the bed and tied my wrists and ankles firmly. She then used a special lubricant that sent my bum and clit buzzing. While I was stuffed in the front and back with sturdy vibrators rocketing me closer to release, I could feel myself building to a powerful orgasm. Within moments of realizing I was going to come, I felt myself grow more wet, grow hot even.

I couldn’t sit still, and Catherine’s eyes met mine as she removed the vibrator from my pussy. She shoved her hand deep inside me and worked it back and forth, wriggling her fingers until she hit my g spot. I froze and then started shivering as I moaned and had first one orgasm and then another. Catherine straddled me while I was still in the wake of the powerful release I had just had. She lowered herself onto my face and whispered, “Eat me till I come.” I could smell her scent and licked deep between her folds.

My tastes were greeted with brine and sex all at once. I sucked the tender piece of clitoris into my mouth and started to flick my tongue over it until she came, her juices running down my cheeks. After this second meeting, Catherine never left my apartment.