"You do WHAT?" I asked, shocked.
"We make love sometimes... Heather and I... We've been doing it for about six months or so, since our first encounter in the elevator. I'm sorry I never told you. Are you okay, Jake?"
I lay in the bed with my amateur brunettefriend of roughly six months. We were naked, our bodies still glowing and hot from our recent lovemaking. Holly was cuddled firmly in my arms, our favorite way to sleep. Where normally her head would be resting on my chest, she had raised up to look me in the eyes as I struggled to absorb the sudden revelation she had presented me. My stunning, wonderful amateur brunettefriend, the most perfect amateur brunette I'd ever loved, had just told me she had regular sexual encounters with her roommate and best friend, Heather. How was I supposed to react? On one hand, she was sort of cheating on me. On the other, she was having a lesbian affair and I couldn't compete with that. And their relationship technically started before ours...
"What do you want me to say? I mean, I guess I don't have a problem with it, since it's Heather and she's another woman, but I should, because it's no different than if you did it with another guy... I don't screwing know..." I thought I should pull away from her, but didn't.
"It's not like it's another guy at all," she interjected. "I could never do that to you, because I love you so much. With Heather, we're such good friends and it's an emotional thing." She shifted and looked me straight in the eyes. "She was a comfort and release for me when I really needed it. When we first started dating, we took things really slow, because we had something special developing, which I was so grateful for. But I really wanted to jump you sometimes, and Heather helped me deal with those...urges. It became a regular habit for us, like having 'amateur brunettes night in' or something. "
I was quiet for a moment as I looked at her looking at me. There was fear in her eyes that she'd done and said something wrong and worry that I would be angry. But I wasn't. I couldn't be. She had been honest and explained her reasons to me. Besides, what guy wouldn't want a amateur brunettefriend who gets funky with her gal pal? I know I'd fantasized about it more than once.
I grinned at Holly. "Couldn't you have just masturbated like I did whenever you got me worked up?"
Holly relaxed visibly. She snuggled in on me again and giggled. "Sorry, dear, but fingering myself or having a hot amateur brunette do it for me is not a tough choice. So, you're okay with this?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "I just wish you'd told me before. I think I suspected you of some lesbian tendencies, but I didn't realize you were indulging them. All I ask now is for details."
Holly giggled again, obvious relief in her eyes as she pressed herself into me once again. She slid one knee between my legs, grinding her sex into my hip at the same time. "That will have to wait. Right now, I want to reward your open-mindedness."
Her full lips were on mine with fervor, her tongue exploring my mouth with intensity. Despite our recent romp, my penis was responding to my newfound libido with small effort. I wrapped my arms tightly around Holly' soft, but toned, body, pulling her in to cover me. I loved the feel of her body pressed down on mine.
Holly straddled my stomach as she pulled away from our kiss. Her moist amateur brunette tickled my belly as my fully erect dick pressed against her ass. Feeling that, she ground her butt against me, making me groan loudly. She didn't toy with me for long, though, as she positioned herself to impale upon me. She paused and smiled down at me, shaking the lower half of her body and laughing lightly.
I growled and grabbed her waist, pushing her down as I thrust up to meet her. My rock hard maleness slid deeply into her well, it's warmth and pulsing tightness embracing me, sending heat and pleasure from my groin throughout my body. Holly cried out softly and we held that position for a long moment before she began to slowly bob up and down, never allowing my penis to slide more than halfway out. I had learned early in our sexual adventures together that she enjoyed being in control and setting the pace, and I had no problem accommodating her. I rarely had the all-too-male urge to dominate sex, figuring that whatever she was enjoying, I would enjoy, too.
Holly pumped up and down in ecstasy for several minutes. Between my own erratic thrusts and groans, I watched my stunning amateur brunette getting off atop me, her short, blonde hair bobbing around her face in its contortion of passionate open-mouth gasps and occasional lip-biting, eyes half-closed. Her hands were busy with their usual wandering, moving seemingly independent of her mind; sometimes caressing my chest, arms, face, legs; sometimes sliding across her own body, rubbing her stomach, cupping and tweaking her perky, bouncing breasts, wrapping herself in a hug; or simply spread to her sides as if she felt like she were flying. I think sometimes I enjoyed our lovemaking solely for the purpose of watching her like this and marveling at whatever role I had in her pleasure. I had learned to control my own orgasms to coincide with hers and allow her whatever time she needed like this.
Finally, what might have been ten minutes (we rarely could keep track of time) later, she began the motions I knew were a precursor to her final climaxes. Her hands, slid into mine, our fingers locking to together as she leaned into me, her eyes now wide open and gazing into mine, full of passion, lust and love. She slowed down until we began to thrust against one another for maximum depth, exhaling together in rhythm. I completely opened myself to the moment, feeling my balls tighten and the burning energy of my orgasm boiling in my abdomen. We'd been screwing regularly for months and it always felt more intense than the last time.
We gasped and moaned like a and then held our breaths as we came, her amateur brunette seeming to shrink-wrap my penis in perfect warmth and tension, pulling my seed from it with sharp squeezes. Holly collapsed on top of me, her chin resting on my shoulder. I didn't pull out of her, instead wrapping my arms around her and gently caressing her back, tracing my fingers down her spine and lightly kneading her butt. She sighed, her warm breath tickling my neck. I moved my head to place pecking kisses about her face before finding her still-panting full lips with mine and drawing her into a long kiss.
As I withdrew from her face, she smiled, her eyes closed. "So, you still want those details?" The reminder of what had led to our resurgent libidos this night gave me a curious feeling—a mixture of confusion, a small anger that she'd kept this from me and strong sense of curiosity about my amateur brunettefriend making it with another gorgeous woman. I was sure that if I weren't so spent at that moment, I'd probably be sporting another hard-on just thinking about it.
"Later," I eventually replied. "For now, I just want to think about you, me and sleep. We'll deal with your...side project tomorrow, okay, babe?" I looked at Holly to see she was already asleep, still smiling slightly. I smiled, too, at my apparition of loveliness, kissing her forehead and whispering a sleepy, "I love you so much."
* * *
"So, you told Jake EVERYTHING?" Heather asked as she slowed her pace. The jog was over and their apartment was just around the corner.
Holly dropped out of her run, too. "Well, yeah, I felt guilty enough that I hadn't told him a long time ago. I didn't want to hold anything back. This is the only secret I've ever kept from him. I love him, Heather—you know that. I love you, too, and I need him to understand and respect our relationship." Heather said nothing as they walked.
The roommates had reached their door before she did say anything again. "So, would you end this thing with us?..." She trailed off, and Holly noted a rare pang of deep emotion from her best friend. Heather was always so carefree and passionate that Holly had taken her investment in the new depths of their relationship for granted. On sudden reflection, she realized that Heather hadn't been with a guy in a month or two. She'd even cancelled some dates to have "amateur brunette's night in," as she loved to call it. Heather may very well have fallen in love with Holly, or at least with their lovemaking. Holly loved it, too, but not the way she loved Jake, that much she knew for sure.
"Well, I might if he wanted me to," she stammered, not knowing what else to say, "but I don't think he will. He's an open-minded guy, he knows our friendship is very strong, but my love for him is stronger... And he has a real fetish for lesbians."
Heather laughed around what might have been almost-tears as she opened the door. "Oh, really?" She busied herself with picking up the clothes she'd discarded after coming home to find Holly about to take her jog and deciding to join her. She didn't look at Holly.
"Yeah," Holly laughed. "Half the porn he owns is lesbian-themed. He says it's stunning and so erotic to watch, even without imagining himself involved with the women. Heh, I guess we'll be able to watch them in whole new contexts, now."
Heather had sat on the couch, gazing up at Holly with a vulnerability and uncertainty her friend and frequent lover had never seen. Holly melted at the sight, dropping to her knees before her and cupping her face in her hands. She said nothing, but simply leaned in to kiss Heather with intense love and honesty. She felt wet tears on her hands as she pulled away.
"I'm so sorry, Holly," Heather breathed through light sobs. "I'm so scared I'm going to lose you. You are the closest thing I've had to a stable relationship in years and I know it's not even real... You have a wonderful boyfriend who loves her dearly and I can't compete with that, but...I think I'm in love with you, too."
There it was. Holly had suspected this, but never expected Heather to say it out loud. Now here it was a kind and she felt guilty at the swell of pride she had in the knowledge that two wonderful people were in love with her. But then she realized that she loved Heather just as passionately, just in a different way than with Jake. And she knew that there could be no choosing between the two.
"I'm in love with you, too, Heather. I won't end this for anything. I promise you that. You, Jake and I will simply have to work something out, okay?" She gently wiped the tears from Heather's face, kissing her sweetly again and fighting her own urge to cry.
Heather quickly recollected herself, smiling her usual self-assured grin. "Yeah, I gotcha, love. Now, let's go take a shower. We're all sweaty. And that water bill has been pricey lately."
Holly wasn't sure that her amateur brunettefriend was completely okay, but chose not to press the issue now. She giggled instead. "You know, how often did you say that before we were lovers because you wanted to get me naked in the shower with you?"
"Honey, I know you wanted it just as much as I did. Our water bill is never that high." Heather quickly freed her large breasts of her sports bra and headed for the bathroom, her ass swinging enticingly back and forth in her spandex sweatpants. Holly felt an animal lust swell in her as she watched, then followed when Heather vanished from sight. She kicked off her sneakers and peeled off her own top.
As she walked into the bathroom, Heather was now fully nude, leaning into the shower and adjusting the controls before starting the spray as the warm mist rose about her. Her perfect butt (which Holly has always envied) was almost calling out for Holly' hands and the fuzzy shadow between her legs was extra incentive. Holly stepped behind her and cupped her cheeks, rubbing them slowly.
Heather stood up into the caress, moaning slightly. Holly moved closer, sliding one hand to play lightly of the quickly moistening space between her thighs and bringing the other around to pinch her nipple. She kissed Heather's neck and the slid her tongue along the sunken space on her shoulder. Heather's hand's reached back to simultaneously ruffle Holly' hair and stroke her ass through her running shorts.
The now hot, foggy shower was inviting the two women in. Heather turned to her stunning lover and hooked her thumbs into her shorts, pulling them down and tossing them aside as Holly stepped out. As she stood back up, she slid her hands up the sides of Holly' body, while tracing her full lips up the center line, kissing the soft tangle of pubic hair, and tracing her tongue up to her breasts. She squeezed each breast and suckled at each nipple for a few moments, eliciting ticklish laughter and sighs of pleasure from Holly. Just as she was getting into the rhythmic lapping and nibbling, Heather jumped into the shower, poking her head around the door and beckoning Holly to join her.
When they were both in, the women took careful, attentive time washing one another. Showering together was one of their favorite things to do since becoming lovers and they were thankful for a good hot water heater that allowed them plenty time to clean up and play around as well.
As Holly shampooed Heather's long, brown hair, she had an idea. "Why don't we ask Jake to join us?"
As Heather rinsed, she laughed. "Now, dear? I don't think we have THAT much time."
"You know what I mean," Holly said, feigning exasperation. "We should all make love together. It will show both of you how much the other means to me and maybe the two of you can find something to love about each other." She felt like she was grasping at straws, but this seemed to make sense and a threesome with her two lovers was an idea she couldn't deny really excited her.
"Sounds like a bad movie solution, sweetheart," Heather turned to her with sympathy in her eyes. "But if you think it's a good idea, I won't fight you. Besides, it sounds deliciously exciting. Okay, if Jake's game, so am I."
Holly was ecstatic. "Really?" When Heather nodded, she practically threw her against the wall, French kissing her for a full minute or so before dropping to her knees in the wide shower. The warm water poured over their smooth bodies as Holly' mouth attacked Heather's secret place, tracing her amateur brunette full lips with her tongue, seeking out her familiar clitoris and eagerly lapping the internal juices as they mixed with the soapy taste of her fresh cleaning. Holly never would have thought she would grow so fond of the taste of a woman, and maybe it was a kind because of her love for Heather, but sometimes she could crave it like a favorite snack, now. She lapped and sucked with a fervor she'd never had for a project since eating double-dip ice cream cones as a amateur brunette amateur brunette. Except this sweet treat not only gave her pleasure, it caused the lovely amateur brunette attached to it to buck and moan in complete thrall to her orchestrations. And this dessert never ran out or had to wait for a good report card. This was hers for the taking and it was a kind given to her without reservation. She loved giving Jake blowjobs—she'd even grown to enjoy the taste of his cum—but nothing compared to this. Jake had often told her how much he got a thrill out of eating her out, and she'd so desired to tell him she understood. She made a mental note to tell him when she felt first one, then the other of Heather's legs on her shoulders.
Heather was bracing herself between the shower wall and its sturdy glass doors. Holly feared she might slip, so she firmly planted her hands on her gal's ass holding her steady before returning to her soppy meal. Heather's new position must have worked, for in seconds, she was thrusting herself against Holly' mouth and crying out in short, ragged-breath bursts. She moaned like a and made loud, staccato screams as she came.
When Heather was done yelling and squirming, Holly placed a couple quick kisses at the sensitive spot between her legs before helping her down from her perch. The water was getting cool, so Holly turned it off, and helped her weakened friend from the stall and sat her on the toilet before grabbing a towel and taken careful time drying herself and Heather from head to toe. Heather just sat back and enjoyed her attentions, smiling and giggling softly at Holly' dance-like movements with the towel.
Heather marveled at the energy and beauty of her slightly younger friend and lover. Holly never failed to be up for whatever sexual mischief she had in mind and it seemed her lithe body had no limit to its pleasure. Heather often considered bringing another amateur brunette in on their fun, but really didn't want to share her with anyone. Telling Holly how much she loved her was a welcome relief, but she knew her relationship with Jake was something she could not compete with. Heather was a amateur brunette who could find happiness with anyone of any gender, but Holly needed a man in her life. Heather felt like her best friend and thrilling sex-buddy, but not someone she wanted a committed relationship with.
So why had she agreed to a threesome with Jake? She liked the guy, she really did. it was a kind obvious that he truly loved Holly and Heather had to respect that if nothing else. She was always excited when he called, always happy to see him drop by. That's not something Heather would ever want to take away from her. Maybe that's why she'd agreed. On the dream that she could find a place in their life together. It might be her last chance to do so. She didn't want to continue feeling so strongly for her friend if it was a kind to be eternally unrequited.
Hell, she thought, at least I can have a hell of a good night with two people I care about before I end it all...
"Penny for your thoughts," Holly voice pierced Heather's sobering thoughts. "Or maybe a kiss?" Before Heather could answer, Holly leaned in and kissed her deeply, lovingly, her body pressing so comfortingly into her, perfect, familiar breasts pressed to her own. She wrapped her arms around Holly, returning the kiss with so much passion, she felt tears well in her eyes. I'll do it for her. Because I've never loved anyone this much... Holly broke the kiss and bounded to the bedroom laughing, not noticing her tears. Heather smiled, dabbed the discarded towel to her eyes and followed to give her lover the attention and pleasure she deserved.
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