Summer Fun

Julie went to the kitchen and topped off our glasses. "Well we killed
another one!" she said as she placed the empty bottle in the recycle bin.
"Cheers to us!" she says and with that, she downs the contents of the glass.
"Woo," I said. "I think you've had enough. You're cut off kiddo." By now I
could not have walked a straight line myself and Julie was in worst shape
than me. I changed the CD and put on a little Celine Dione and went to the
bathroom. When I returned Julie was half asleep on the sofa and certainly in
no shape to go home. "I think you should stay here tonight Julie. I'm
worried you may not get home." I told her. She put up a little fuss, "ok
Rose if it's no trouble. I'm sorry I should know better than to drink too
much." She slurred. "It's no trouble at all. I can fix you up right here.
Just a minute and I'll get you some nightclothes and a robe" The thought
crossed my mind to put her in bed with me because that sofa was awfully
uncomfortable but I didn't want to be so bold. She would think I'm a little
weird. I fixed her some sheets and a pillow, turned off the stereo and
flicked on the TV. "Here you are Julie, all set. Just tuck yourself in and I
have a new spare tooth brush and whatever you need in my bathroom if you
want to brush or whatever." With the glow from the TV the light from the
icemaker on the fridge, we said our good nights and I went to my room.

Frankly I was pretty tired. I drank way too much wine tonight myself and I
felt bad that I let Julie drink too much. Lying there in bed with only the
glow of the bathroom night-light, I thought of Julie undressing and standing
there in her bra. I couldn't believe what fun I had tonight. I hope she
enjoyed herself as well if she can even remember. As tired as I was, I
couldn't get to sleep. After tossing and turning, I imagined myself wearing
Julie's sweater over my padded bra and slipping on her short little skirt.
Just the image of me wearing her clothes was stirring warm dampness in my
pussy and I tried to change the subject of my thoughts. By now I was
parched. Throwing on my robe, I went to the kitchen to get a cold glass of
water and through the dim light glow from the TV I saw Julie fast asleep and
without a stitch of cloths on. I was in a panic when I first saw her and
quickly looked away but I realized that she was asleep. God she looked so
beautiful. The nightgown and robe I gave her were still neatly folded on the
recliner. Her cloths were in a heap on the floor and the sheets and blanket
were covering only her ankles and feet. I couldn't help but to stare at her.
It was like I was in a trance. I became bolder and moved a little closer to
sneak a better look. Julie was lying on her back exposing her bare breasts
and her arms crossed covering her tummy. To my amazement her bare pussy was
shaven clean. It looked as smooth as a baby's bum. It was the first time I
had ever seen a shaved pussy. Her eyes were closed and she had a gentle and
siren look on her face. God I was getting hot at the sight of Julie. If she
ever knew I saw her that would be the end of our friendship I'm sure. I was
tempted to go over and cover her up. Actually I was tempted to go over and
kiss her square on the lips and awaken this beautiful princess but reality
set in quickly when she began to stir. In a panic, I quietly went back to my
room. Of course it goes without saying. I masturbated myself to sleep at the
thought of her and dreamed that one day I would taste her.

The next morning we had light breakfast, she helped me clean up, Julie
thanked me and she was gone. Over the summer, Julie had visited with me on
her days off, we went shopping together a few times, we went to the movies a
few times and we even went to the theater and saw Mama Mia! Like we promised
ourselves. Julie and I had become good friends. For me, I didn't socialize
much and I never came across as judgmental. Foe her, she was very shy and a
little introverted. So I think she felt comfortable and with me. Anyway,
when she was around me, she was quite outgoing. Over the summer months our
friendship had developed and she actually learned how to sew. On many
occasions Julie and I would stand up on the little platform in the sewing
room as we fussed and touched each other with the excuse that we were making
adjustments and hemming. Sometimes these occasions would secretly give us,
or at least me the excuse to remove some clothes on the pretense of slipping
on our latest sewing project for accurate fittings. Julie slept over on two
other occasions. Once because she fell asleep on the sofa while watching TV
and I just left her there and another time when her air conditioner had
broken down in her apartment complex it was too hot to get a decent night
sleep so she stayed over. On both occasions, nothing happened but by now, I
realized I wanted her. It's true that that we had become good friends and
our age difference never really was a factor. In my case, I was very fond of
Julie to the point that I wanted to be her lover. A few months ago the idea
of me wanting another woman would have been so remote but now, now with
Julie, the thought feels so natural. Julie has filled in me a void for
companionship and sparked a new enthusiasm for me towards life. I know it
may sound silly but I think I'm falling in love with her. The thought
crossed my mind that maybe; just maybe I might get up enough nerve and tell
her how I feel. I've wanted to tell her but I was too chicken. I didn't want
to jeopardize our friendship. I was hoping Julie might give me some signal
or sign or something but nothing. Maybe she has and I just didn't see it.
Maybe she feels the same urges I do. She never talks about any dates or
boyfriends. Was that a sign? I resolved myself to look for any signals and
decide from there.

One day Julie came over and complained that her neck and shoulders were sore
from moving boxes in her apartment. She asked me if I could give her a
message and rub some ointment in. Of course I agreed and off came her top
and she lay down on the living room floor on her stomach, arms extended out
forward. God if she only knew what she was doing to me. I did all I could
not to lie on top of her and kiss the back of her neck. I gave her message
and rubbed the ointment in. I could feel her hard muscular back muscles as
my hands slid across her sleek back. Just then Julie stopped me and said she
had to take her bra off. The last thing she wanted to do was stain her new
Victoria Secrets bra with the ointment She unclasped the back and lay back
down. I was now defiantly nervous. I could feel my hands tremble at the
thought of seeing the sides of breasts and my hands coming oh so close with
each rub. I dare not rub too close I thought. "Ah that feels so good. Keep
it up Rose." She moaned. "It's hard work but if it makes you feel good, I'll
do it till you say stop." I said. I massaged her for at least 15 minutes and
I did manage to sneak a feel from time to time. I tried not to be too
obvious but I noticed when I got close to her breasts, she would ease up
slightly as if to me a better access. Was that a clue? Should I go further?
I lost my nerve. I wiped my hands with a dry cloth, gave her light slap on
the ass and said "that's it kiddo, you're done!" I blew my chance but I
realized that this was one small step towards the next time.

It was almost Labor Day and Julie would be back in school in a couple of
weeks. I thought it'd be nice to take her out to Nashville for dinner, and
after, walk around the Grand Ole Opry Hotel. She suggested we just get a
room down there and spend the night that way we don't have to worry about
driving back so late. I thought it was a great idea! We went downtown, had
diner at the Old Spaghetti Factory, took a one hour river boat cruise, and
then to the crazy Horse Saloon for some dancing and see if we could find any
guys. A couple of guys bought us drinks, others tried to pick us up while
others were just plain obnoxious. We called it a night and checked into the
Holiday Inn Express across the street from the Grand Ole Opry Hotel since we
couldn't a room there. We had a reservation all right but as luck would have
it, the only room left was a non-smoking king bed. I was secretly delighted.
Julie didn't seem to mind, she said "sure no problem" and we got settled in.

It was a little awkward now that there was only one bed. I changed into a
nice nightgown and slipped into bed staking my side of the bed. Julie wore
Roadrunner cartoon pajamas and I laughed at them. They were cute and funny.
"I only brought them for you. I usually don't wear anything at all to bed."
She said, "It's too confining!" My first reaction was to say yes, "I knew
that" but I didn't. She crawled into bed and much to my disappointment, the
king size beds are too wide. We flicked the channels and looked through the
movie menu. She clicked on the adult channel and the TV screen was bright
with nude bodies panting and fucking on TV. "Woo!" I said, "don't touch that
dial" we both watched with intense interest and saw woman being banged by
men and woman eating each other out. After a few minutes I realized that I
was rubbing myself under the blanket and told Julie that I can't watch this
anymore because it's getting me all hot and bothered. She said "so what, go
for it" "Go for what" I asked. "You know" she smirked. "I'd like to but I'm
way too embarrassed." "No need to be embarrassed, it's just us girls, here
let me help you." And with that she moved her hand down to my pussy and for
the first time she looked me straight in the eyes with that wanton almost
devilish look as she gently rubbed. "There does that feel better Rose?" she
cooed. I was very surprised but just said "Ah yes." I slowly spread my legs
and let her have access to my burning pussy.

I couldn't stand it anymore; I asked Julie if I could undress. With that she
began to remove her pajamas and got naked as well. "Oh how I've wanted this
for so long," I whispered. Julie just smiled and gently placed her lips to
mine and kissed me deep and passionately. "If truth be known Rose, me to"
she whispered. God I was in lust. Although I had planned something like this
many times over and over in my mind, I was still shaking like a leaf and
Julie sensed it. "Are you ok?" she asked with concern. "Yes, oh yes, I'm
fine. Please don't stop." Julie was a gentle aggressor. She knew exactly
where to touch me. How did she know that? Julie moved her hands all over my
body not wanting to miss any part. She tongued me from head to toe and
stopped at my pussy to lick and suck. I was in heaven. I had never been
eaten like this before and by now I had cum twice. I wanted to eat her to so
I shifted around in a sixty-nine position and returned her pleasure. Julie
had cum a couple of times and me, well I had cum a few more times, as well
and we were both spent. As we lay in bed just smiling and holding each other
I told Julie I loved her. Julie thought she loved me to.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth and we embraced each other with fire hot
passion desire. "God I want you Rose" Julie said. "Me to Julie" I have
fantasized about you since the first time we met" I admitted. Julie said she
did the same. Both of us were new at this and as it happened, we didn't need
instructions. "I can't believe we are doing this, you're so beautiful
Julie," I panted "Me to, I have never done this before either" Julie
admitted and went on to say that she thinks she's a lesbian. After hours of
loving, sucking and fucking each other with my dildo Julie went on to tell
me that she never really dated much and when she did, she came home turned
off from the experience. She remembers always enjoying looking at other
girls and getting turned on but was always afraid to express or try anything
with her girlfriends. I listened with fascination. She had never actually
done anything with other girls but was very attracted to mature woman for
some reason. When she first met me she was instantly attracted to me and
maybe that's why I had an n attraction for her to. Maybe I sensed it but
whatever, I love making love to woman especially this young firm woman who I
now know I love. Before the sun came up, we had tried just about every
position imaginable to get ourselves off. Julie knew exactly what to do and
where. As if she knew my nipples were very sensitive to her touch, she would
suck them and twirl her tongue around each nipple and then eat me like I was
never eaten before. As if that wasn't enough, Julie would lick my ass and
ram her tongue deep into my ass until I squealed with desire and gush cum.
For Julie and I have become very good friends. She spends much of time with
me and I know that when school gets back, I'll hardly see her at all. Until
then, I'll enjoy the love that we can share and worry about the future
tomorrow.

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