Diane's Intimate Life - Part 1
A Distraught Friend
I got a phone call the other evening. My friend Andrea was in a very pissy mood. I could tell just by the way she was spitting her words out at me. The last time she called me in this mood, I ended up spending the rest of the night on the phone with her. I was really annoyed, because this call had interrupted me in the middle of one of my best created fantasies to date. I had lost it, and that also pisses me off. I started to snarl back at her.
"Will you please get to the point Andrea?" I almost yelled at her.
"What is your fucking problem, Diane, did I interrupt something more important than my ruined life?" she yelled back at me. She was not used to me standing up to her. She usually just walks all over me, and I let her, because she doesn't have that many people here that really care. She just moved here a few months ago, and made the mistake of being a little to open about her lifestyle.
Then, she started to cry on the phone how she just broke up with her newest girlfriend. I sit there and listen for the next two hours about it.
By this time, my mood had definitely shifted. I was getting increasingly angry with Andrea, even if I knew I shouldn't. She seemed to need me right now, but I was still lying in bed, naked because of my fantasy, that she seemed almost too rudely interrupted. I was frustrated now, in more ways than one.
Another hour had passed, and she is still raving to me. I wonder what to do to shut her up. While she is ranting and raving on the phone, I cudgeled my brain for a solution to the problem. Her last girlfriend was a bitch, and used Andrea for her money and nothing else. At least that is what Andrea is saying. I just wanted her to shut up already. I know that I can't go back to my dildo now, it had fallen out of me after a while, since I totally forgot it was still inside me when I heard Andrea's tearful voice on the other end of the phone line. I didn't even remember when in the conversation it had fallen out of me. I looked down on it while talking to Andrea, and I started to swear mentally. I started to just agree with her on all things. It seemed to help a bit, since she calmed down a degree though not entirely.
After another hour had passed, and she still is talking about the same thing, her rotten life, I am still cudgeling my brain for a way to get out of this. I start to get dressed while she is talking to me and that is when the idea hit me.
I know that she is usually much calmer in person, since she will actually see my face or whoever's face it is, so she tends to try to not hurt her guest's feelings. So, when Andrea goes to take a deep breath, I tell her that I will come over to her place, and we can talk about it some more when I get there. I think to myself, that I will at least have some time to prepare for the onslaught.
"Andrea, I have to take a quick shower before I leave, so give me about an hour and a half. Can you wait that long?"
"Sure, Diane, but please hurry, I am so mad I could just scream the house down. I need someone to talk to, and you are the only one I can trust right now, and not have to try to create a story about a fictional boyfriend. You know I hate having to do that..."
Before she can go off on that tangent, I hurriedly speak up.
"Okay, I will be there in an hour and a half. Talk to you then."
"All right, Diane, I will be here. Just use your key to get in."
"I will. See you then." I then hung up.
I rushed into the bathroom and I took a very quick shower. I knew that if I let Andrea stew for too long that she would probably call again, and I didn't want that. I just threw on some clothes that were handy not taking into account that I was going into a nicer part of town. I threw a headband in my hair, and brushed it just enough to get the tangles out. I then grabbed my purse, pager, cigarettes, and keys and ran out to my car.
During the drive I went through the situation that was described over the last 4 hours, to see if there was anything that I could say or do to keep her calm, at least calm enough to tell me what was really wrong. Thank goodness she doesn't yell in person, just on the phone.
I get there in less time than I expected, and that gave me an edge too. She always watches the clock. That is another thing of hers, if you tell her you are going to be there at a certain time, you had better be there, or there would be hell to pay.
I let myself in quietly. I heard her in her bedroom sobbing. I checked one of her phones with an "in use" light on it, and saw that she was not on the phone. She seemed to be crying in her bathroom. I quietly slipped into her bedroom, and I sat on her bed waiting for her to come out. I took off my shoes, and I lay back on the bed. This is not uncommon for me, when I am at Andrea's. There isn't that much furniture around her place, and the only way to be comfortable is to lie on her bed when in the bedroom. I notice that I forgot to wear a bra, and I shrug. It doesn't really matter, she and I had an instant friendship, and it seems to be a genuine one, if not an inconvenient one sometimes.
She finally emerged, and her eyes widen when she saw me on her bed.
"You’re here early." Andrea said a little surprised.
That is one other thing I learned about her, if you are early, she definitely is a bit more pliable. She came over and sat down on her bed, next to where I was lying. I was glad that it is a queen-sized bed, since it would be a bit cramped otherwise. She started to talk again, but this time a lot of the heat was out of it, and she was keeping a level tone. She told me how her ex-girlfriend had turned out to be a moneygrubber, and how she had coped with the girl stealing things out of her apartment. I was listening to her, and Andrea seemed to have calmed down even more when I got there.
During one part of her story, I reached over and gave her a hug. She then wiggled it around to where I was sitting with my back against the wall, since her bed doesn't have a headboard, and she was sitting between my legs, leaning back onto me. I sat there with my arms around her. Her voice lowered to a little below normal, but still clear. I realized that she had almost totally calmed down now. She was even talking rationally now.
While she was talking, her hands started to rub my legs. At first I didn't realize what she was doing, and I don't think she did either. My hands were just rubbing her shoulders, and running through her hair.
I did like rubbing her shoulders, and running my fingers through her hair. It was calming her down, and that was a good thing. She and I had been friends for many years, as pen pals. I had known she was a lesbian for quite awhile now, though I could not adopt that lifestyle. She had been patient with me when she first told me. I didn't write her back for a few months after I had found out. It had taken a phone call from her, long distance, for us to get the situation under control. I was pretty upset, since the plans I had had for a double wedding went right out the window.
I just held her there like that for a while, so she could get the whole story out, from beginning to end. My hands still worked on her shoulders, while she was talking. I would gently massage her scalp, and then run my fingers down from her scalp, over her neck, to her shoulders. She seemed to talk more when I was doing that, so I continued. I heard about the ex-girlfriend telling Andrea's parents about the relationship they had. That information totally ruined any chances of Andrea getting her trust fund, the one her grandmother started right before she died.
My hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They walked their way down her sides, and I gently pushed her to a sitting position, so that I could more readily rub her back. When I usually give her a back rub, she would take her shirt off so that I could get a better grip on her back. I really didn't notice that she wasn't wearing a bra, since she usually doesn't anyway. My hands went up and down her back while she was telling me how she was now the black sheep of the family, and that when she went home the last time, how she was treated like dirt, since she really couldn't deny what her ex-girlfriend had told them.
I was massaging her sides when she got done telling about the family reunion gone bust. My fingers would lightly brush the sides of her breasts, but I thought nothing of it, since it was part of the massage. She then leaned back into me, and started to tell me how her parents then told the rest of the family about her lesbianism. How she was now ostracized from her family. How she could never see them again, with the exception of one of her more liberal cousins, who didn't care either way. She told me about how he would give her tidbits of information on what the family was doing to totally cut her off forever. My hands were now rubbing her stomach. She was wearing only her panties at this point, having started this conversation with only her shirt and panties on. My hands were rubbing her sides and belly right down to the panty line to right under her breasts. My thumbs would brush her breasts, but I wasn't really paying attention to what my hands were doing, I was just paying attention to what she was saying.
She then wiggled between my legs, and that jarred my attention a bit, but not much. She was sighing a bit now, and I just thought that she was thinking about what she just told me. She was quiet then, thinking of something else to tell me, I guess. I was still rubbing her belly when she spoke up again. My hands have drifted up to her collarbone, and I didn't think about how they got there. I was rubbing right above her breasts now, my pinkies lightly brushing the tops of her breasts. She took a breath, and stated to tell me about how much money she is out of now, because of her ex-girlfriend. My hands drifted down to her breasts at this point, and I was rubbing them. I was still not really thinking about what I was doing. I was just doing it. It seemed so natural.
I didn't realize that her hands were rubbing my legs. They were on my knees and she squeezed my knees a bit when my hands drifted to her breasts. She went quiet again, and I started to think about the aborted fantasy I was having when she first called. I tried to think of what exactly I was fantasizing about, when it hit me. This is what I was fantasizing about earlier, being with a woman. Ever since I had met Andrea face to face, I had started to wonder what it really would be like to be with a woman. With that revelation, I went still, not with tension, just with a quiet revelation of my feelings at that moment.
It was also at that moment that I realized what I had been doing. A slow smile crept onto my face, and I realized that Andrea also noticed a difference in me, a subtle yet profound change in my view. She had told me a lot about what it is like to be with a woman, but this was the first time I had first hand experience. I liked doing this. So I continued, knowing from personal experience what I woman usually liked. My hands did not stay lackadaisical for long. I started to kneed her breasts like bread dough. They are not big breasts, but just the right size to fit into my hands, with a little extra to spare. My palms were on here nipples, and they were getting caught in the folds of my palms whenever I squeezed the whole breast. She stopped talking suddenly, and her body became tense.
"Diane?"
"Shhh, don't worry about it, Andrea, you need this," I whispered, as I was moving her hair off of her neck, then I kissed her neck tenderly, right behind her ear.
"Oh, Diane," she whispered, as she totally relaxed in my arms.
I then let my hands slide down, over her stomach, to her panties. I slid my hands underneath the material, so that my fingers were right above her pubic hair. I gently got them off from her hips, and down to her thighs. She wriggled them off the rest of the way, as my fingers were lightly running through her pubic hair. I was just combing it out with my fingers not yet touching the skin underneath. That seemed to have the desired effect on her. She sighed a bit, as I know she was trying to contain her impatience. My fingers just kept lightly combing out her vaginal hairs, even though it is too short to tangle at all. I let one finger drop down and lightly touch her nether lips, right where they part. She seemed to explode in my arms. Her breathing became ragged, and she pressed herself against my hands, but I was not going to give her what she wanted just yet. I wanted to give her what I wanted myself. Therefore, I toyed with her, played with her, and built up her arousal.
I looked over to her nightstand, and I saw that she still had all the "toys" she used to stimulate herself. I took one hand away from her vaginal hair, and I grabbed her vibrator. I placed it by my thigh, and I went back to teasing her. I let my fingers rest on her skin now, right under her vaginal hair, and my forefingers were resting right inside of her lips. They were on either side of her clit, I started to press them against either side of her clit, and she gyrated in pleasure. I started to kiss her neck again, and let my fingers start to explore her. I found all the right spots almost immediately. She used to share these things with me as well, having no one else to share them with. I didn't think I would ever use that knowledge, but now I was using it to the hilt. I fingered the outside of her vagina, letting her become more excited. I felt a trickle of wetness escape from her, and that is when I knew what I was going to do next.
I grabbed her vibrator, and I placed it right at her opening. I continued to finger her clit with my other hand, and with the same hand, I restrained her from moving herself to receive the vibrator. I wanted to tease her some more. She was so ready to receive it, that I couldn't just give into her, not now. I usually do anything she wants, and she wanted that vibrator. This time though, I wasn't going to be the passive one, the bending one. I was keeping it from her, and she seemed to want it more and more. I turned the vibrator on, letting it buzz at her opening.
She was panting at this point. Her moans were getting louder and louder. I then relented and slowly, ever so slowly, slid it into her.
She went wild. Her whole body was shaking when it finally reached bottom. Her eyes were closed, her hands grasping and ungrasping my knees. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I was enjoying myself, and I was enjoying teasing Andrea, who had told me all of her secrets, that I was now using to my advantage. I then started to back the vibrator out of her, and then I slowly replaced it. All the while I was fingering her clit, making it swell, and making her wetter and wetter.
Her body started to shudder under my touches. She moaned louder and louder. I smiled and kissed her neck again, as I fingered her clit, and slid the vibrator deep inside her again. She turned her face so that the next kiss she received was on the lips, and it was, a deep passionate kiss, with tongues intertwining, and her body spasmed. She kissed me so hard, and she breathed so deeply, that I knew that she was having orgasms. She turned around so that she was facing me, and she put her arms around me, and just quivered in them. I turned the vibrator off, and just let her have one orgasm after another. My mouth found one of her breasts, I took it in, and I sucked on it hard. That got a scream from her. She bucked against the vibrator that I was still holding onto and that was still inside of her.
After a while, she calmed down. The vibrator slid out of her, and I let go of it. I let it fall onto the bed, and she was just lying beside me, panting, trying to regain her breath. In about a half an hour, she was calm.
"Diane? How did you know I needed that? Why did you do it?"
"Andrea, you tell me everything, and you have had such a hard time lately, that I just had to do something, and at the start, I wasn't even planning on this."
"So this was spontaneous, then?"
"Yes, it was. I didn't know it at the start, but it came to me that I have wondered what it would be like to be with a woman, and now I know."
"Well, dear, you have not fully been with a woman yet, have you?" and then she smiled. "I will just have to let you feel what it is like to be on the receiving end."
With that, she slowly unbuttoned my shirt. I hadn't realized that I had started to sweat.
"You need a cool off shower, so why don't you just take one real quick."
"All right, I will," I said. I really didn't realize that I had done so much work. I looked at the clock, and it was already 1am. That startled me a bit, but since it was Friday, it didn't really matter. I went into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes, and started the shower. I was trying to think of what Andrea was doing right now, but I really wanted to clean up myself. I hate feeling grimy. The shower was not set too hot, but it was just warm enough to be bearable. I stepped into the shower, and I quickly cleaned the sweat off of my back and legs. I rinsed my hair out, and shut off the shower and toweled myself off, quickly. I am not one for long drawn out showers. I saw that there was a spare bathrobe on the back of the bathroom door, so I put it on, not really wanting to put my clothes back on.
I walked out of the bathroom, and what I saw amazed me. Andrea was still bare, but she looked radiant. She had, in the short amount of time I was showering, brushed her hair out, and made her look better than she had before. Her whole body seemed to be so radiant. She smiled at me and I smiled back. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I was, and I was happy about it.
She opened her arms to me, and I willingly went to their inviting embrace. She deftly opened the robe, that wasn't tied too tight to begin with. I relaxed in her arms, letting her be my tutor in the art of this type of seduction.
She opened the front of the robe, and laid her hands on my breasts. She did not move them at first, just laid them there letting me savor the feel of a woman's hands on them. I felt her long fingernails rest on my breasts, almost touching right under them.
Her hands then moved, very slowly at first, but a little movement nonetheless. I felt the palms of her hands kneading my nipples, as her fingernails lightly brushed the underside of my breasts. I felt my nipples starting to respond to the movement, my breasts swelling with arousal. While she was arousing my breasts, she was kissing and nibbling on my neck. That increased my arousal too, much to my amazement. I couldn't believe that this was happening to me, and more than that, that I had started it. My mind was filled with wonder at it all.
I felt her hands kneading my breasts with more firmness, and a little faster. I also felt her vaginal hair rubbing against my buttocks. It felt so good, so warm. Her kisses extended down my neck to my shoulder, and that was one of my more sensitive places.
She gently moved us so that I was then lying on the bed next to her. She kissed down my shoulder, and to one of my breasts, and I didn't try to discern left or right, it was marvelous no matter where these particular kisses were.
She kissed me around my nipple, and then over it, to go to the valley between my breasts to kiss the other one. On the return trip, her tongue would flick out over my nipples, and that made me even more aroused. She stopped suddenly, and attacked one of my breasts with abandon. Her hands were roving all over my body, from my free breast down over my stomach, and over my vaginal hair. I was in another world altogether. She was excellent in her seduction of me, and I was not going to try to stop her now. Her mouth was so warm, right on my breast, her tongue whipping out flicking my nipple and circling it several times.
With catlike grace, she moved over me to my other side, and there she attacked my other breast with her mouth, leaving the earlier one in the chill, still wet and glistening with her saliva. I lay there, my arms out flung, enjoying her attentions. She didn't miss a spot on my breast. After that nipple was red and firm from her mouth and tongue, she let it slip out, and just toyed with them for a while, keeping them erect. She bent over me to kiss the valley between my breasts, and then ventured into my lower territory. Her lips touched my stomach, all the way down to my belly button, and then beyond. She moved herself so that she was kneeling right between my legs, still with the catlike grace. Her lovely naked body was between my wide spread legs. Her kisses lingered right above my vaginal hair on my stomach, while her fingers started to walk up my legs, lightly, gently, smoothly up my bare legs. Her fingers got to the top of both my thighs at the same time, and with the same lightness and gentleness, they opened up my outer lips to reveal more of me to her. I saw her smile as she examined me, and I smiled when I saw that. Her fingers traveled into my cleft, and started to circle my clit. That drove me wild. Her light touches became more forceful, but still gentle. I laid my head back on a pillow, and closed my eyes. I could hear breathing speed up, as mine already had. I felt her fingers start to explore my hole, and when they went inside I could feel her hot breath right over my lips, and then I felt her tongue flick out, and touch my clit.
My whole body arched when she did that. She didn't seem to notice, since her mouth didn't move away, and her tongue stayed right on my clit, not moving even a fraction of an inch. As my body settled once again, I could feel her tongue exploring where her fingers once were. It traced a route around my clit and then it flicked my clit back and forth. That drove me over the edge. I started to thrash about a bit, but I felt her hands firmly on my hips then, and I couldn't move. She kept at my clit, and then her tongue went down to explore my hole. She was following her fingers up with her tongue. As she stayed down there, I couldn't help to play with my nipples. I made them stay hard, as she did her work on my private place. My head felt light and I felt as if I was floating. Her tongue dove deep inside of me, as if looking for something.
With her tongue probing me, her hands on my hips, and me toying with my breasts, I was very close to having an orgasm, and she knew it. Thankfully she didn't stop, but I did feel her move to reach for something, and that something was laid right at my opening, that I calmed just for a second, all she needed to keep me from climaxing to soon. She slowly let it penetrate my body, and to my shock, I did not feel it go into one hole, but it had a second prong I didn't know about, and that one went right into my anus. It was so smooth that it encountered no resistance in either hole. I had never seen this one before, and I was astonished to find that I liked it. I then heard a click a split second before I felt it vibrate inside of me. Both openings were being so aroused at that point that I didn't realize for a few seconds that she had continued sucking on my clit. With her hands free, they moved smoothly up my stomach, and when her hands met mine, she gently batted them away, and toyed with my breasts herself. I lost control when she took complete control of my body. My whole body thrashed underneath of her, with me unable to control it. I was so aroused by her that I lost all of my conscious ability to fight off the waves of pleasure that were building up inside of me.
She felt my orgasms coming and increased her pace on what she was doing. She pinched my nipples hard, and sucked deeply on my clit, as her body wedged the device into me more firmly. She was going so fast now, that I could not stop it as wave after wave of orgasms thundered through my body. All I wanted to do was to curl into a fetal position from the intensity of the orgasms. My brain wasn't registering coherent thoughts; I could only able to deal with the intense pleasure I was receiving.
After a while, she let up on me. She slowed her pace, and then gradually stopped. She turned off the double vibrator, and then slowly took it out from inside of my passion-wracked body. All I could do was lie there and tremble. She got up and out from between my legs and lay down beside me.
"Are you all right, Diane?" she asked me when my trembling was less noticeable.
"I...think so," was all I could say.
She lay there for a little longer. Her hands were gently rubbing my body, calming it now, though I was very sensitive.
"I know you enjoyed yourself," she said with a smile on her face and in her voice. "I know that I did."
I just lay there, and nodded mutely, not trusting myself at this time to answer coherently. She gathered me into her arms, and just held me for a while, while the tremors left my body completely, leaving me exhausted. I vaguely remember looking at the clock to see that is was 4am.
"Andrea?"
"Yes, Diane?"
"Thank you, I will never forget this."
"Neither will I, neither will I."
A few weeks after what could only be called the incident, Diane and Andrea became even closer friends. They did not have any other sexual experience together, right after that, but that one night was enough. Andrea had found herself a new girlfriend, and Diane was very happy for her.