Fucking My New Best Friend

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I couldn’t get the image out of my head. It’d been a week since I’d seen her. Since she’d kissed me. And I still couldn’t get that image out of my head. Us. Together. I’d never been with a woman before. The whole idea seemed absurd. I was married. I was happy. My sex life was great. But the thought of being with her – kissing her, touching her, licking her – I just couldn’t get her out of my mind. I wanted her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her to fuck me. I picked up my phone. It was 9pm on a Saturday. I was home alone – my husband was away on a business trip – and I was starting to feel tipsy halfway through my third glass of wine. It was only 8pm on the West coast – where my husband was for business – so I called him. “Hey Kat.” he picked up after the second ring. I could hear bar noise in the background. He was obviously out having drinks with his work buddies. “Hey,” I squeaked. “What’s wrong?” He could instantly tell something was up. I wasn’t my usual bubbly self. “Nothing.” I wondered how the hell I was going to ask my husband if he was okay with me fucking another girl! “You sure?” “Well… Ummm… I have something to ask you.” “Okayyy…” He sounded worried. “Do you mind just going outside for a sec.? I need you to hear everything I have to say and I don’t want anyone to be around.” “Ya. Gimme a sec.” With the worried tone in his voice, I could hear him moving through the bar until the sound grew quieter and I knew he was outside. And then I told him. I told him how two months ago I’d met a girl named Lara in my hot yoga class. He’d heard about her, but he’d never heard the whole story. There was a problem with the computer sign-in system and, while we were both waiting to sign in, we got talking and we hit it off. After class we decided to shower and güvenilir bahis grab a coffee. The more we talked, the more I realized that we were meant to be friends. Really close friends. We had so much in common. We just clicked. We started hanging out a lot. Yoga, dinners, late night confessionals over wine. It was during one of those late night confessionals that it happened. We were snuggled under some blankets on her couch, enjoying some pinot grigio, when all of a sudden she leaned over and kissed me – her tongue pressing against mine, her lips devouring my mouth. At first I kissed her back, but then I pulled away quickly. I was stunned. Instantly horny. Speechless. I jumped up, stammered some sort of excuse as to why I had to go right that instant, grabbed my purse and bolted out the door. That was the last time we saw or talked to each other. “And now I just can’t get her out of my head – the image of us together. I want to be with her, Nate.” I could hear my husband breath in sharply. “Are you asking my permission?” he asked. “I guess,” I said timidly. He laughed. “Kat.” He always called me Kat instead of my full name, Katya. “You do realize you’re asking me if you can fuck a girl?” “Yes,” I whispered. I was worried. I wasn’t sure where this was going. Was he mad? He laughed again. “That is so fucking hot! You absolutely have my permission to fuck and be fucked by Lara. I’m rock hard just thinking about it.” “So you’re not mad? You’re okay with it?” “Absolutely! I’m not just okay with it, I want it to happen. The thought of you, and her… Fuck, Kat! That’s so goddamn hot, I might blow a load just thinking about it!” “Okay then. I’ll do it. I’ll call her.” I felt my stomach flutter with excitement. “Ya, you do that, and then you tell me every single detail of what happens. güvenilir bahis siteleri I want to hear how dirty my wife can be.” I laughed nervously. “Okay. Well, I’m gonna call her. And I guess we’ll just see. Okay. Well I’ll let you go. Have a good night, Hun.” “You too. I bet you’ll have a great night. Have fun!” “Okay. I love you.” “Love you too.” After I hung up with Nate, I stared at my phone for a good five minutes before I got over myself and called her. “Kat?” She sounded surprised. “Hey, Lara.” My stomach was in my throat, suffocating me and making my voice sound like I’d been on a three-day bender. “Kat, I’m so sorry. What happened the other night… I thought there was a moment. I didn’t mean to ruin anything. I love you – as a friend – and I’ve felt really shitty about the whole thing. I didn’t mean to ruin anything.” “No, it’s okay, Lara. Really. It’s okay. I… Ummm… I’m actually calling about that. I’m calling to tell you that, well, I, I can’t get it out of my mind. You. Us. The thought of us being together. I can’t stop thinking about it.” I could hear her take a sharp breath in. “You mean you want to have sex?” “Maybe. Yes.” “Okay. Do you want to come over and we can talk and just see, I guess, what happens?” “Okay.” “Okay.” “I’ll be there in like a few minutes then.” “Great. Okay. See you then.” Before leaving the house I raided our wine fridge and grabbed two bottles of my favorite pinto grigio – the one we were drinking that night – the night she kissed me. Knocking on Lara’s door, I felt awkward. I’d never been a booty call kind of girl. Nate was my high school sweetheart – the first and only guy I’d ever been with. So this was a whole new experience for me. Lara opened the door. The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing a clingy tank top and iddaa siteleri no bra. Her nipples poked through her shirt, teasing me. “Hey, come in.” She stepped out of the way and let me in. “I brought wine!” I laughed nervously, holding up the two bottles. “Great, I’ll get some glasses.” As Lara turned to walk toward the kitchen, I stared at her ass. She was fit, like me. And her nice, perfectly round ass looked super sexy in her tight little yoga pants. She was gorgeous. That was one of the first things I noticed about her. She was carelessly gorgeous – like she just woke up looking like a Victoria’s Secret model. Blonde hair, stunning emerald eyes, a light dusting of freckles, and a tight little tan body. I, on the other hand, looked completely different. Brown hair, full, pink lips, porcelain skin. Nate always joked that my big blue eyes made me look like a Cosplay girl. I had a fit body like Lara, but I was more full-figured than her. I had a tiny waist, but my ass was big for my frame and my breasts were a full C. “Cheers!” Lara said as she clinked her glass with mine. “Wanna sit?” We walked toward the couch – the couch where she had kissed me. Sitting down I bit my lower lip – a nervous habit. “I’m married,” I blurted out, a lot louder than I meant to. “I know.” Lara smiled. “I don’t want a girlfriend. I’m not a lesbian. But, but you intrigue me.” “I get it.” Lara was so blunt. That was one thing I appreciated about her – no bullshit. “You just want to have sex, right? No strings attached?” “Right.” I was worried she would be offended – that she’d fallen for me and I’d have to turn her down. I realized now how stupidly self-centered that really was for me to think that way. I never really thought about how it might just be about the sex for her, too. “Look, Kat, I’m not a lesbian either. I don’t want a relationship with you. I just sometimes like to play with women. You’re gorgeous, and I would love to have sex with you. But I don’t want you to feel pressure to do anything you don’t want to do.” I felt relieved.

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