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.