Sex Ed Lessons: Part 13

The Sex Tapes continue

By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Back on the screen, John had flipped Sandy around so she was on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass seductively, the camera picking up clearly how wet and well-fucked her cunt already was. Then John lined back up and Sandy let out a long, deep moan as he pushed his way deep inside her once again.

His thighs slapped loudly against Sandy's ass as this mystery man fucked my step mom's best friend, and each hard thrust trigged a short moan of her pleasure.

The camera looked primarily down at Sandy's ass, documenting the pistoning of John's cock in and out of her. This was fine enough, but I let out my own moan of approval when the lens turned toward Sandy's reflection in the big window.

I had known Sandy for a long time. Spent time in her house, with her family; I'd seen her laugh and enjoy herself, but I had never seen her experience real pleasure. Not until that night. As the camera zoomed in on her crystal clear reflection, I was taken by the look on her face. Eyes closed, mouth hung open, those big, fat breasts hanging down, swaying back and forth as John drove into her from behind; I knew the pleasure in Sandy's body was building. Stephanie’s mom was going to cum.

The moment was electric. Tara's hand worked my cock with purpose; each stroke ended with a twist of her precum-slick hand on my tip, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through me. She was jerking me off; Tara was jerking me off. And I had my fingers inside her.

The tips of two slipped in and out easily, her body providing plenty of sweet fluid to help welcome me into her tight tunnel. Then I felt Tara's hand on my wrist, and she gently guided my hand into a position that produced the most pleasure for her. A long, low "Yesssss" escaped between her teeth like steam.

My best friend was teaching me how to make her cum.

Tara and I gasped and moaned as we pleasured each other, breaths getting more and more labored as we watched Sandy start to be overcome with sensation. "Don't you cum, don't you dare cum," she started chanting.

I wanted to obey, I wanted to do what Sandy asked of me, but when Tara let out a loud, breathy yelp, and I felt the first spasms of her orgasming cunt squeeze my fingers, it was all over.

Sandy's body shook, shuddered, and emitted a loud, joyous wail as her orgasm shot through her. A mantra of "yeah, baby, that's it, that's it, baby," from John guided her through her climax, his cock never leaving her trembling cunt.

Tara was cumming, and it was still the hottest thing I had ever seen. Her hand on my cock had stopped stroking as her orgasm started, but it didn't matter; I was past the point of no return. She held her hand still at the base of my cock, squeezing, hanging on for dear life, and through the glorious pressure of her hand and the erotic sight of her orgasm, my balls lurched, my cock began to spasm, and pleasure washed over my person, jumping out of my cock head in hot, white streams.

I moaned, I gasped, and Tara looked over, riding out the end of her orgasm, as cum poured out of my cock like lava over her hand.

Finally Sandy fell forward, a heap of heavy breaths and orgasmic aftershocks, and the two of them began to laugh.

Tara and I sat still, hands still locked on each others' genitals, trying through labored breaths to wrap our minds around what just happened.

We looked at each other in silence.

"Jesus Christ," Sandy chuckled, "that cock of yours is something else!"

"You're so fuckin' hot, baby," John said in that southern drawl, "it's so hot when you cum for me!"

Sandy laughed again, caught her breath and said "You better not have cum, mister, because this is just the beginning; you've got some work to do!" Rising to her feet gestured for John to follow her to the bedroom.

The exhausted look on Tara's face couldn't hide the lust that still remained. Her nipples were still hard, her hand still held my cock. Between deep breaths I saw her lick her lips.

She squeezed. I barely registered the images of Sandy and John approaching the bedroom door with giggles and laughs on the screen.

Tara's body shifted toward me slightly. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, my fingers still inside my best friend's cunt, our lips started to float toward each other.

This was a moment long overdue. Her glistening lips looked delicious. I couldn't wait to taste them. I couldn't wait to see what would happen after I tasted them. I couldn't wait to taste other parts of her, to feel other parts of her,

, but I was going to have to.

We had stopped paying attention to the video on the screen, both stuck in our own private erotic universe, but as Sandy knocked on the bedroom door, the words that followed rocketed me back to earth at light speed.

"What do you think," Sandy said through the door with a big smile, John making sure to film her hand still idly fluffing his cock, "are you ready for him Kel?"

I froze. I whipped my head back toward the tv. It couldn't,

Moans and whimpers came from behind the bedroom door, getting louder as Sandy pushed it open.

There's no way,

Greeting Sandy and John with a big smile was Sandy's husband Don. He was on his back on the bed, straddled by a naked woman enthusiastically riding his considerable cock.

"Tim, is that,” Tara said, sharing my disbelief, but I had no words, because as John brought the camera into the room and circled around the fornicating couple, his lens revealed the identity of this lusty, mystery rider.

Greeting John's camera with a smile, breathlessly fucking her best friend's husband, was my step mother Kelly.

A Brief detour: The history of Kelly, Sandy, & Don

Kelly was turning 30 years old. Like many other women her age she had hopes and dreams of what her third decade might bring, but what Kelly definitely didn't expect when she turned 30 was to be a single mother for the second time.

Kelly met her first husband, Roger, in college, a friend of a friend who stepped in one night when her planned date bailed on her. Kelly didn't get out too much, always head down in her studies, and she had gone all out for this date. She did her hair, wore her tightest pants and her nicest blouse, even borrowed a push up bra from her roommate to make sure all her assets were on display.

She was excited. She had met her date at a party a week or so ago, a party she almost didn't go to, save for the urging and encouragement of her best friend Sandy. The opposite of Kelly, Sandy was a social butterfly, far more interested in the more enjoyable side of college life. That's not to say Sandy wasn't a good student though. She was the gifted type who could party through the weekend and not remember any of it, while also being ready to go for an exam on Monday. Sandy and Kelly were inseparable, and Sandy had been there to help Kelly broaden her horizons ever since day one.

Sandy and Kelly met the night of the first formal dance at their college. 18 years old, and away from home for the first time, Kelly was excited to share a luxurious night out with her boyfriend. High school sweethearts, they were both shy virgins when they got together. They made love for the first time one summer night after graduation, and even though it was short, and not entirely pleasurable for Kelly, it excited her to no end. She was now a sexual person, a woman, and she thought she had found her person. They had shared this intimate, intense experience, and she was sure the connection they now shared would carry them into many years of love.

Unfortunately what it brought was only a couple more awkward sexual experiences together in between shifts at their respective summer jobs and an uncertainty about where their relationship was headed.

Their last night together had been enjoyable enough, seemingly for both of them.

"Do you think maybe you could suck my dick next time?" He asked as she climbed off his softening penis, and back into the passenger seat of his car.

Kelly was taken aback. Admittedly she was a little hesitant (one might even say afraid) of putting a hard penis in her mouth, of giving up that much control, but as she looked down at herself, plump tits still exposed and red from sucking, bunched up skirt barely covering her wet, swollen cunt, she couldn't help but wonder what she had done wrong. She had taken his cock inside her and milked him with her body until he exploded, and didn't even complain or feel cheated that she once again hadn't cum herself. But apparently he was still feeling unsatisfied.

"Uh, sure,” she said, trying to organize all the thoughts swirling in her head, “I don't see why not."

There wouldn't be a next time before they both left for college, and Kelly would be lying if she wasn't slightly relieved. Not so much because she didn't want to suck his dick, she was willing to try it if that's what he wanted, but more so because something felt off. She couldn't put her finger on what it was, but it was something.

College started, and Kelly began focussing on her studies. She did her best to talk to her boyfriend as often as possible, but as these things go, nightly turned into twice a week, which turned into weekly, which turned into bi-weekly. The dance was coming up however, and Kelly saw it as the perfect opportunity to rekindle things. They had both been focused on school (or so she thought), but the dance would be the chance for them to focus on each other, and she was ready. If he wanted his dick sucked, she was going to suck his dick.

Having a boyfriend who went to a different school, Kelly wasn't on the market, but she wasn't dead either. She still had needs, and as she was a great student, her regular self-pleasure sessions became erotic study sessions. She touched herself to a wide array of "research material" she found on the internet, and as her cunt began to develop a pavlovian response to the images of a hard cock being loved on by the mouth of a beautiful woman, she began to understand it. To want it.

She was looking forward to it. She fantasized about feeling the spongy head with her tongue, about feeling his hard shaft slide between her lips. She wondered how much of him she'd be able to take in her mouth, what she'd be willing to do when it came time for him to shoot his load. She wanted nothing more now than to suck her boyfriend's cock, and she was going to rock his world at the dance.

Then the phone call came.

Sandy was on her way to the showers, the first step in preparation for what she knew was going to be an amazing night. She was getting ready to go to the formal dance with her boyfriend Don, and she wanted everything about her look to be perfect. Sandy and Don had met at the local bar the first week of college, and they had been joined at the hip ever since. Or, more specifically, joined at the crotch. Sandy was no virgin when they met, she had her fair share of fun in high school, but there was just something different about Don. A different feeling. A different energy.

Don was a junior, and wasn't looking for a new relationship. He had just had his heart broken and was out with some friends, looking only to hang out and have drinks, when across the room his eyes fell on the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen in his life: a wild mane of dirty blonde hair; a smile that could only be described as lusty; a pert, tight ass, and two, large, supple breasts encased in a tight, low cut shirt, boiling over with deep cleavage.

Suddenly he found himself wondering what those breasts felt like in his hands, what her nipples tasted like, what she sounded like when she orgasmed. He found his way over to her by the bar, where she accepted the drink he bought her with a smile. By the end of the night he found himself balls-deep in her cunt, her lovely body bent over the hood of a car. He got to feel those breasts, taste those nipples, and hear those orgasmic sounds as she spasmed around his hard cock.

Don's balls began to boil, and as he announced he too was going to cum, he only then realized they were too caught up in their lust to remember a condom, but it was no matter; without missing a beat after his climactic announcement, Sandy breathlessly offered three words back: "In my mouth." This sent a surge to his balls, but it was the fourth word she choked out after catching her breath that sent him careening over the edge: “please."

His cock stiffened harder than iron, and in almost a single, smooth motion, he slipped his cock out of her cunt, and Sandy melted down to her knees, taking him into her mouth. Don felt one hand on his balls and another gripping his hip, and after no more than three or four bobs of her head, his whole body tensed, and this girl he'd just met received a mouth full of hot cum.

She looked in his eyes as she swallowed, and suckled gently on his softening tip as his breath came back to him. They both smiled. They both laughed. They both knew this was something special.

That night was only the first of many that Sandy and Don spent together. That night had been erotic, electric, dirty and explosive, which is exactly why Sandy put the breaks on the physical stuff for the next couple weeks. Don's cock was perfect for her, and he had made her cum harder than any man had at that point, but she wasn't just looking for a quick fuck from this guy; she wanted to see if their chemistry extended outside the bedroom as well.

Don was a total gentleman on their much more chaste followup dates, never pushing, never pressuring, just happy to spend time with Sandy and get to know her. It was this chivalry, on top of the fact that he was legitimately an amazing guy, that sent her home soaking wet, where she would attack her dildo with purpose, cumming long, hard, and loud into her pillow.

They both knew what was in the air the night they went to watch their mutual friend play basketball for their college team. Few words were said, but few words were needed, as the smiles on their faces spoke volumes. After saying goodnight to their friends, they drove silently back to Don's apartment, slipped into the bedroom, and made long, slow, passionate love throughout the night.

This time when Don gasped, and his balls pulled tight to his body, there would be no pulling out. Sandy's legs gripped him closer than ever, and she felt every pulse of his spasming cock as her body milked his cum into hers. Breath left her body and with Don's bare cock still pumping inside her, Sandy began to cum as well. It would be the first of many barriers brought down between them, and soon they would begin to explore every corner of each other's desires and fantasies, something they would continue to do deep into their eventual marriage.

Sandy was excited about the dance because she was planning to explore one of those corners of fantasy that night; she wanted everything to be perfect, because she was going to give Don her anal virginity. She had had fingers, toys, even the stray tongue in there in the past, but she'd never committed to letting a cock penetrate her ass, and that night she was ready to give it to Don.

As she made her way toward the showers she thought about the evening, about the act. For the first time in a while, she was nervous. She practically knew Don's cock front to back at that point, but still, anal was something totally new for her. His dick was long, and it was thick, and her ass was very tight. She wondered if he'd be able to fit it all in; what it would feel like for him to fuck her; what it would feel like when he came.

A drizzle of arousal began to trickle down into Sandy's loins as she entertained the thoughts, but she was suddenly brought back to earth by the faint sounds of sobbing.

Rounding the corner of the hall into the common area, she saw a cute brunette curled up on the couch, her head in her knees, doing her best to muffle the sounds of her sadness.

"Hey, are you ok?" Sandy inquired. With a long sniffle and a start, the brunette picked her head up, and Sandy and Kelly met for the first time.

The two clicked instantly, sitting and talking as Kelly vented her frustrations and sadness about her boyfriend. Not only would he not be coming to the dance, but he was breaking up with her.

"He said we had grown apart," Kelly said through sniffles, "but I could tell it was something else. I knew there had been something else for a while, so I kept pushing, and finally,” she trailed off.

"Was there someone else?" Sandy asked, placing a comforting hand on Kelly's knee. Kelly nodded.

"And there had been for a while. Some skank from our high school - he had been cheating on me since before we even left for college!" Kelly said angrily,

"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry!"

"And I know why, too; Christ, it all makes sense now; I mean I had, I mean we had, a few times, but I never, and he found some skank who WOULD!"

Sandy was admittedly a little confused, but also found Kelly's shyness very cute. "I'm not sure I follow, sweetie, what are you; "

"He broke up with me because I wouldn't suck his dick." Kelly just blurted out.

"Oh!" Sandy said, seeing things clearer now. "So you never, "

"No, we Did, and that's the thing! We had sex! Multiple times! And he still wasn't satisfied! And I mean neither was I, but you didn't hear me complaining,” she said with a chuckle as she wiped her nose.

"So wait, he never made you cum?" Sandy said, Kelly's eyes going wide at the unexpected candor of her language.

"Nope." Kelly shook her head

"Never? Not even doing other stuff?"

"Nope."

"So let me get this straight," Sandy began, taking all the info in, "this guy, who never made you cum, ever, but who got to experience all the pleasures your body had to give him, broke up with you because you wouldn't put his sad little pecker in your mouth?"

"Pretty much," Kelly said, eyes wide again.

"Well I say he did you a favor; good fucking riddance, girl! There are plenty of bigger, better cocks, mouths, fingers, you name it out there just dying to make a girl like you cum till you pass out, and now you are free to go hunting!"

Kelly laughed out loud this time at Sandy's lewdness. She couldn't tell if it was a put on to cheer her up, or just the way she always was, but either way, she liked it. It was shocking, but she liked it. She liked Sandy. And she could tell that Sandy liked her back.

"Funny thing is," Kelly said after a pause, "I was going to do it tonight; after the dance; I was gonna suck the life out of him. But now I'll just be home by myself like every other night."

Now it was Sandy's turn to be surprised at Kelly's language, but it gave her an idea.

"Listen, you've got a dress, right? You were already planning on wowing everyone in the room, right?"

"I guess, "

"Well there's no reason not to just on account of that asshole; why don't you come to the dance with me and my boyfriend Don?"

"I could never, I wouldn't want to impose,” Kelly said, waving her off

"It's no imposition at all! It'll definitely get people talking, and trust me, Don will love walking in with two gorgeous ladies on his arm, that's for sure."

They both laughed, and Kelly considered the offer.

"Are you sure?" She said, a strained look on her face.

"Absolutely. You can't walk in with us, and if you happen to walk out with someone else, well then all the better, right?" Sandy bounced her eyebrows seductively.

Kelly took a long pause and then a big smile pulled at her lips. She nodded enthusiastically in agreement. The two of them shared an excited hug.

"Perfect," Sandy said as she pulled away, her smile matching Kelly's, "Now you go get ready, and 'll start telling all the guys you're looking to suck some cock tonight!"

"SANDY!" Kelly yelped, and the two broke into laughter.

When the two new friends finally calmed down, they said their temporary goodbyes, and Sandy smiled as she watched Kelly practically skip down the hallway toward her room. Sandy sighed with a smile and resumed her journey to the showers.

The hot water cascading down her tight, young body, Sandy thought about Kelly, and what the night might bring. She liked Kelly, and looked forward to spending more time with her. She was happy Kelly's boyfriend broke up with her, as if not for that, the two never would have met. She thought about how stupid Kelly's boyfriend was, giving up a girl like that over a blowjob. It's true Kelly had a great body, slim waist with a nice big flare at the hips, two plump breasts perched pleasantly on her chest, and it's true that Sandy took notice. She appreciated the female form as much as the next person, and knew that whoever got the next crack at Kelly was a lucky man. Lastly she thought about her original plans, probably now dashed. She didn't care. She might not be losing her anal virginity that night after all, but at least she did her good deed for the week and made a new friend in the process.

"So she's never sucked cock before, but she wants to now?" Don said into the phone as he got dressed. Sandy was telling him the new plan for the evening, and all about the new friend she just made, but of course, as was his way, it seemed like Don had selective hearing.

"No, no," Sandy said back as she took in her freshly showered body in the reflection of her full-length mirror, wet hair up in a towel, "well, I mean, yes, I think, but you're missing the point, as usual!"

Sandy wasn't necessarily what you'd call a vain person, but she knew she had a good body. Tight and wide in all the right places, with two big, luscious tits that seemed to match her ass in the disregard for the force of gravity, she had what men liked. And some women, too. Her tits were definitely a major attraction, and always received a lot of attention, whether from eyes, hands, lips, or, on very special occasions, cocks.

She smiled at her reflection, thinking back to a night not that long ago when she had been on her knees in front of this mirror, her thick breasts wrapped tight around Don's thrusting cock. She knew how much the boys loved her tits, how badly they wanted to slide their pricks between them, and that's why she reserved that act for only the most worthy; for the boys who earned it. And good God, had Don more than earned it.

She just smiled, and thought about how lucky she was to have found him, and how important to her his pleasure was, because her pleasure was equally important to him. When he began to grunt and shake, Sandy cooed and encouraged him and with a gasp and a shudder, hot, white streams began to spurt up from her tight cleavage.

If fucking Sandy's tits was rare, cumming between them was almost unheard of. In fact it had only happened one other time, with Rich Genoveraci the summer before college, and that was only because he was so excited to get between her globes that he couldn't control himself. It was fine with Rich, he was a good guy, she wasn't mad, but it was different with Don. She wanted him to cum on her. He could cum however he wanted, wherever he wanted, and she wanted him to know that.

As Don began to cum, Sandy's eyes darted to the side, and caught her reflection in the mirror. Boy what a sight: wild mane of blonde highlights, the sweet curve of her back into her perfect ass, big breasts pressed together, Don's considerable cock cresting out from between them over and over, spurting wildly, she liked it. She liked it then, she liked it earlier when she got to watch herself cum while Don fucked her from behind, and she liked it moments later when he ate her still soaking cunt to another orgasm, his cum still glimmering on her chest as he did so.

"Maybe next time I'll let him cum on my face," she thought as she took in the final ebbs and grunts of Don's orgasm, "I bet that would be even hotter to watch."

She would, and it was.

"I don't know, Sandy, I thought tonight was going to be about us?" She could hear his disappointment through the receiver clear as day.

"I know, baby, but she needs a friend," Sandy said with a mock whine, "and besides, think about it this way: you get to walk into the dance with two absolute smokeshows on your arms, go home with at least one of them, you've done a good deed for the week, and you get to end the night in bed next to your very, very, appreciative girlfriend, "

There was a long pause on Don's end, and Sandy smiled; she knew she had him.

“what do you mean I get to go home with At LEAST one of you?"

"Don!"

"Ok, ok! Yeah, fine, let's do it."

Sandy smiled once again. "Thanks, baby, you're the best. Now pick us up at 8 and try not to drool Too much when you see what you're in for tonight."

Sandy hung up the phone, took one last look at her perfect, nude body, smiled, and started getting dressed.

Don leaned against the hood of his car as he waited for Sandy and Kelly to come down. He had agreed to let Kelly join them at the dance, but truth be told he was a little put out to have to deal with a third wheel tonight. He was sure she was very nice, and he was happy to help, but he and Sandy had been looking forward to this night for a long time. From the innuendos Sandy had been throwing his way he knew she had something special planned, but now those plans were probably scrapped. Gone too was his hope to maybe get a little road head either to or from the dance. He just hoped this Kelly person appreciated how all of her blues went straight to Don's balls instead.

He had just put a cigarette between his lips when the door to the dorm opened up and two absolute visions cascaded down the stairs.

Hair perfect, lips painted a seductive red, Sandy was in shimmering sea foam green. Backless and low cut, her thick, perfect breasts were on display with cleavage so deep a climber might get lost in there. Don loved those breasts. Sandy knew Don loved those breasts and she made it a point to show off whenever she got the chance. Don didn't mind, either; he wanted other men to look, to drool, to be jealous that those amazing tits, that amazing woman, belonged to Don and Don alone.

His cock twitched as he thought about getting lost between those breasts, and then his eyes drifted over to Kelly. His cock twitched again.

Kelly was a vision in royal purple. The Betty to Sandy's Veronica, Kelly's dress was more conservative, but no less arousing. Strapless, the dress accented her considerable curves, hanging off just the right places, swishing hypnotically as she walked, and a tantalizing bouquet of cleavage sprouted from the tasteful folds of fabric that came together between her breasts. She had dusky, mysterious eye makeup around her bright green eyes, and deep red coated full, pouting lips. Don stared at those lips and suddenly remembered that no cock had ever been between them.

His pants grew tight, and his throat grew dry.

"I uh, I mean,” Don stumbled to find any words, but managed only to settle on “wow."

"I do think we made the boy speechless, Kell," Sandy beamed, a playful glint in her eye. "Don, this is Kelly, Kelly, this is my boyfriend Don." Kelly reached out and shook Don's hand. Sandy, ever the flirt, leaned into Kelly's ear and loudly whispered "usually he's got a much better handle on how to use that tongue of his, believe me."

Sandy could practically feel the heat leap off Kelly's cheeks as she blushed at the remark. Sandy just smiled, gave Kelly a light tap on the ass, and ushered them toward Don's car.

"You guys look amazing," Don said as Kelly slid into the backseat, Sandy sliding in right next to her. He was ok being their driver tonight. He still did not quite believe he was getting to walk into the dance with these two bombshells on his arms.

"We know," Sandy said, before giving him a quick kiss and dropping her hand across the front of his pants to get a feel of the cock she knew was hard even before she touched it. Kelly caught the exchange out of the corner of her eye; she tried not to stare, but she felt a little tingle deep inside. She was supposed to have that too tonight. She was frustrated. She was jealous. She was aroused.

On the drive over, the three of them clicked in conversation immediately. It was like they had all known each other forever; Don really liked Kelly, and she seemed to really like them as well. They laughed and chatted, and Don snuck as many looks at the two gorgeous creatures in his back seat as possible. Sandy was on tonight, and Don loved seeing her smile, however there was something new in her chatter with Kelly; she almost seemed like she was flirting.

They had never talked about it, and Sandy had never outwardly expressed it, but Don began to wonder if maybe Sandy liked girls too. They had been doing a lot of exploring together lately, and she definitely seemed adventurous enough to at least try it. The thought of Sandy and Kelly together excited him, and he tried not to stare too much as his pants got tighter. His mind drifted to thoughts of what the two of them might do together. What, the three of them, might do together.

The dance itself was amazing. As expected, all the heads turned as the three new friends waltzed in together. Don's smile was as bright as the sun, walking in with a gorgeous woman on each arm, and he could feel the jealousy almost immediately. He fielded questions from his friends and frat brothers about what exactly was going on there, but he just played it cool, neither confirming nor denying any of the lewd suggestions being thrown at him. He just smiled and sipped his drink as he watched his two dates dancing and laughing together under the multi-colored lights. When both their hands reached out toward him and beckoned him to join them, all he could do was straighten his tie, salute his buddies, and leave them behind to pick their jaws up off the floor.

Despite the initial goal of this evening being to find Kelly a replacement for her now ex boyfriend, Kelly, Don and Sandy were practically inseparable the entire night. As the drinks flowed, the three of them got more and more comfortable. Hands began to touch bodies, hot breath cascaded down necks, and Kelly even joined Sandy in grinding on Don in an attempt to really make the room jealous. It was all in good fun, but Kelly's cunt was drenched. Her emotions had been all over the place that day, and it had been so long since she had been touched, that the attention from Don had turned her on immensely. She had felt his hands on her, felt his body with hers, and had even felt the hardness of his cock press against her ass. It was too much.

Kelly disengaged from the triplet, and left them to their own devices while she got some refreshments. She couldn't take her eyes off them though, so when the first guy she saw asked her to dance, she agreed, out of sheer need for distraction.

They hit the dance floor and got at it, but still her thoughts, and her gaze, were locked on Sandy and Don. They were so hot together, and Sandy had spilled some secrets to Kelly about their love life that made Kelly vibrate with excitement.

Kelly was no home wrecker though, so she decided to redirect her arousal to the man in front of her. She pulled him close and whispered "you wanna go somewhere?" into his ear, and felt the boy's entire body jolt up. This wasn't something she usually did, but she was horny as fuck, and she had a goal she wanted to achieve tonight, after all.

She caught Sandy and Don's eyes as she left the dance floor, but there were no smiles among them, just a look of something else. A look of lust.

In a dark, private corner of the dancehall, Kelly and her new friend battled each other with hot kisses. Breaths were ragged, hands gripped and groped, and Kelly felt the erotic touch of a man on her body for the first time in a very long time.

She also felt the stiffness of his cock pressing into her hip. She reached down and touched it through the thin fabric of his dress pants. Gripped it. He moaned.

Kelly's arousal was at an all-time high, and her inhibitions were at an all-time low; she decided it was now or never.

Kelly went in for a final, deep kiss, and then slowly lowered herself to her knees. His breath was ragged and out of control as Kelly's new friend started to realize what he was in for. Kelly paused, hands on his thighs, as she took in the moment: here she was, on her knees, some fabric and a small zipper the only thing between her face and his hard cock, a hard cock she definitely wanted to put in her mouth.

This is what she wanted, right? She was definitely ready for it, definitely ready to do it with a complete stranger, right?

Kelly took a deep breath, and slid her hands up his thighs and over his hard cock. She felt it through his pants. Stroked it, preparing herself as much as she was preparing him. It was game time, she thought, and with one final stroke, she moved her hand to the zipper on his pants.

It was game time alright, but his team had other plans. The excitement of being with this beautiful woman, of feeling her hands on his hard cock, was all too much, and before she could even grip the zipper, she felt the fabric of his pants shift and twitch. His hand gripped her shoulder, he began to moan, and Kelly just watched in surprise as he emptied his balls all over the inside of his pants.

There was a long pause, followed by a string of apologies and frustrations. Kelly assured him it was totally fine, and tried to help him save face by awkwardly assuring him she saw it as a compliment.

Clearly mortified, the overexcited boy apologized a final time, and then hurried off, leaving Kelly alone to process the recent events. All she could do was laugh. He was a nice boy, but in reality she didn't really want to suck his cock just to do it, and she was glad it didn't end up happening.

Walking back out into the view of the dance floor, her eyes excitedly scanned the room looking for Sandy and Don. She found them near the center, and couldn't take her eyes off them. Sandy had her back to Don, his face nuzzled in her neck, a dark lusty smile on her lips. Her deep cleavage was on display as her dress pulled tight against the swell of her impressive breasts. Her hips swayed seductively against Don's body as his hands rocked back and forth over the crest of her hips. Kelly felt that familiar, pleasurable tingle in her loins, and all at once she realized it wasn't Don that was turning her on, it was Sandy too. It was both of them.

Suddenly she caught Sandy's gaze, and now it was her turn to be beckoned back onto the dance floor. She did not resist, and the three of them danced as one for the rest of the evening.

As the night wound down, the threesome made their way back to Don's car. "Where should we go next?" Kelly said through a slightly inebriated giggle as she and Sandy tumbled into the back seat of the car.

"Still going strong, huh?" Don said as he fired up the engine. This girl was something else. She had told them both about what happened with the guy at the dance, and while Sandy had giggled and pouted in sympathy, Don had found the story extremely arousing. He loved Sandy, would never ever cheat on her, but he couldn't help but be a little jealous of this random student who almost got to be the first cock in Kelly's mouth.

"Well, I kinda don't have anywhere else to go," Kelly lamented, "I saw my roommate earlier in the night and she informed me that our room was going to be, occupied." The three of them chuckled at the implication.

"Why don't we all go back to Don's place?" Sandy offered up with glee. She had been planning on ending her night there anyway, so she knew they'd have the place all to themselves, and while her original plans had been a bit more lewd than a chill hang out, she didn't want to leave Kelly all by her lonesome. That was definitely why she offered up the option, she told herself, definitely the only reason, definitely to be a good platonic friend to Kelly, and definitely noT because of the tingle she felt inside when they danced together, or how hard she felt her nipples get any time Kelly danced up on Don. Nope, definitely not either of those.

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose," Kelly protested, doing her best to hide her own tingle.

"We insist!" Don offered back. He had begun the night disappointed and frustrated at the third wheel that was going to ruin the hot, sexy night he and Sandy had lined up, but now, now he had no idea what the rest of the night would hold, and he couldn't wait to find out.

Kelly nodded her acceptance, everyone celebrated, and Sandy leaned in and kissed Kelly on the cheek. It was something, a spark, felt by everyone, but acknowledged by no one. Just a friendly, excited, platonic kiss. Nothing more.

When they got to Don't place, Kelly floated behind them, high on the great night she had had. It had been an amazing night, premature ejaculation aside, she had danced her ass off, gotten a little tipsy, and made two new amazing friends that sacrificed their night in order to help her get over the heartbreak of losing her boyfriend.

The three of them sat in the living room on Don's big, comfy couch, relaxed, changed into more comfortable attire, and were ready to decompress from the events of the evening. Don lent Kelly one of his t-shirts to sleep in. it was oversized, but not so big that the cheeks of her ass didn't peek out the bottom when she moved across the room. His cock twitched in appreciation every time.

Sandy had her own sleepwear, short shorts and a t-shirt of her own, and Kelly couldn't look away from the sway of her large breasts, free beneath the soft jersey. Kelly wasn't sure if it was the booze or the excitement of the evening, but she found Sandy's tits to be quite hypnotizing.

The trio popped open a bottle of wine, put on a movie they never intended to watch, and learned everything there was to know about each other. Kelly was having a great time, thankful for the bonding that was happening, but as the excitement of the evening wore off, and the wine started to take over, she found her eyes to be extremely heavy. Beginning to slowly flutter, she felt the pull of sleep. Wrapping herself in the soft embrace of the plush couch cushions, Kelly gave in and drifted off, happy.

She wasn't sure what time it was when she woke up, but it was still dark, and the television was still on. The movie they had put on was long over and something else had taken its spot on the late-night airwaves, but it wasn't the sounds of tv that caught her attention, it was the low, muffled, grunts and sighs she heard emanating from the other side of the big, L-shaped couch.

Her eyes adjusted to consciousness, and drifted toward the origin of the hot, breathy sounds. She dared not move, as to not ruin the moment by telegraphing she was awake, but she was transfixed nonetheless, locked in on the sight before her: Sandy, still clothed, straddling a shirtless Don, the two of them aggressively, yet quietly, making out.

She knew it was wrong to watch, wrong to intrude on an intimate moment, but on the other hand one could argue it was wrong to engage in such activities with Kelly in such close proximity. Such close, close, proximity.

These two were hot, Kelly couldn't deny it, and watching them make out was turning her on immensely. She was jealous, she was aroused, she wanted to scream for them to stop, she wanted nothing else but for them to keep going, all at once. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to feel, but she was definitely sure of what she did feel, and what she felt was a deep, stirring tingle in her loins, and the heat of her cunt getting wet and flushed.

Kelly wasn't sure what to do about this feeling, this need for release, and then Sandy's hands reached down, grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it up and off over her head. Kelly stifled a gasp, because what was in front of her now were two of the biggest, best tits she had ever seen, perched high and perky on her new friend's naked chest.

Don's hands went for them immediately, and as he pulled them into his face and took each of the hard nipples into his mouth, Kelly realized her hand had drifted down beneath the big t-shirt, and was slowly stroking her cunt through her panties.

Don squeezed and sucked, and it was hard for Sandy to keep quiet, but she did her best as her lover sent spikes of pleasure through her body. She wanted him so badly, and had gone against her better judgment, starting their love making in full view of their new friend. Or maybe she did it on purpose, Sandy honestly wasn't sure.

Don's tongue and lips and hands were driving her crazy, and her body buzzed as she ground her wet, shorts-clad cunt against his hard, shorts-clad cock. She loved his cock; she loved him; it was perfect for her. The perfect size, the perfect width, Sandy couldn't get enough of it, of giving him pleasure, and tonight was no different. She needed him inside her, but first, she needed him in her mouth.

Sandy hated the term blow job, at least when it came to Don, because to her it wasn't a job, it was an absolute pleasure. She'd sucked cocks before Don's but never had she felt so alive doing it, getting off on feeling both in control and totally submissive at the same time. She didn't just suck Don's cock, she worshiped it, savoring every twitch and moan, and basking in his ultimate pleasure, be it in her mouth, on her face, on her tits, or anywhere else.

Body overheating from his cock being so close, yet so far away, she pulled his mouth off her nipple with a slight, wet, pop, kissed him deeply, and then slithered her way down to the floor between his knees. They communicated silently through knowing looks and smiles, and needing no further encouragement, Don slid his hips forward, lifting slightly as Sandy gripped his shorts and drew them down over his legs, freeing his thick, throbbing cock with a springy bob.

Their eyes were locked on to each other. Sandy's hands ran up and down Don's legs in anticipation, his emancipated penis straining desperately for what was to come next. Don ran a hand over Sandy's face, and breathlessly she slipped his thumb into her mouth. She rolled her lips and tongue around it as though it were his cock, telling him what was in store for him.

Thumb still in her mouth, he sighed audibly when her hands cupped his full balls. Fingers gently ran up the length of his shaft, and the two lovers exchanged rugged breaths as their teasing increased. Then, with a similar soft, wet pop, Don's thumb slipped out of Sandy's mouth. Sandy licked her lips, tossed her wild mane of hair to the side, and dropped her open mouth down toward Don's rigid cock.

She was just about to engulf him when a loud, sharp gasp stopped her in her tracks. Her eyes shot up to Don's but his head was turned away, turned toward the far end of the couch. Sandy's head turned slowly toward the focus of Don's attention; the room was dark, but there was no mistaking the glint of the tv light reflecting off Kelly's wide open eyes.

The three were silent, locked on to each other, each as excited but unsure of the situation as the next. Slight movement in Kelly's shoulder drew Sandy's eyes down the length of her arm; her hand was tucked tight inside her panties. She was touching herself.

Sandy felt her own cunt start to tingle, felt Don's hard cock in her hands, and then the words just fell out of her mouth: "Do you want to join us?"

Don's head snapped back hard to look at Sandy, whose eyes told him everything he needed to know, then back to Kelly. His cock throbbed in support.

The tension and the desire in the room was thick and palpable, these three friends in a sort of sexual standoff. There was thick, foggy silence, and then Kelly spoke.

"No," Kelly said finally. Don's cock deflated slightly, as the prospect of fucking both these beautiful women had made him insanely hard, but then Kelly finished her sentence with a quiet, yet confident "I want to watch."

Don's cock surged.

Sandy smiled. "Watch what, baby?" She responded, and her hands slowly started resuming their ministrations on Don's member, almost in excited response to Kelly's request.

"I want to watch,” Kelly started, nervous to complete her sentence, but driven now completely by arousal, “I want to watch you suck him."

Sandy smiled again. She was more turned on than she had ever been in her life, and she was happy to comply, but Sandy also had a request of her own.

"Ok," she said, hands stroking and kneading, eyes still locked on Kelly, "but we want to watch too."

A shiver went down Kelly's back, partly nervousness, but mostly excitement. There was no use denying that the situation was turning her on, her drenched cunt was evidence of that, but she had never expected to be a participant. She had never touched herself in front of anyone, not even her boyfriend, and the prospect felt both mortifying, and oddly freeing. These two new friends were trusting her with their most intimate activities, it was only fair for her to trust them with hers.

Without a further word, Kelly sat up, wiggled her hips slightly, drew her knees in close, and slowly peeled her wet panties down and off her body. She held her legs closed for a moment, preparing herself for the vulnerability she was about to display, and then, her eyes locked onto Sandy's, breath heavy and deep, her thighs slowly butterflied open and she revealed her dripping lips, wide with desire, to her new friends.

Sandy smiled, her stroking and rubbing of Don's cock increasing, but Kelly wasn't all the way there yet. As if motivating her to go all the way, Sandy leaned forward, tipped Don's cock back toward his body, and ran her tongue up and down his length with a languid motion. Don moaned and throbbed, Kelly's breath became more ragged, and Sandy smiled as she watched her new friend's hand dip down between her splayed open legs. Kelly gasped and began rubbing and sliding over her wet cunt lips.

Now the game was on.

Sandy moaned in appreciation, and then in one movement dipped her head down and took the head of Don's cock into her mouth.

Don and Kelly both gasped at the same time as pleasure surged through both their young bodies. Don was instantly in heaven, and Kelly was in utter disbelief. Months ago the prospect of having a penis in her mouth was gross and scary, and now here she was, legs spread and dripping, fingering herself desperately, wanting nothing more than to watch her friend suck this big cock to completion.

It was so erotic, watching Sandy's mouth expertly slide up and down Don's cock. And what a cock it was. Considerably larger than her ex's, it was tall, thick, and proud. Kelly was jealous of her friend. Jealous that she got to give pleasure, and receive pleasure, from such a cock; from such a man. She watched him as much as she watched Sandy, savoring his gasps and moans. The way he gently caressed and held her head and hair as he fed himself to her brought Kelly delirious pleasure.

Kelly's own gasps and rumbles caught Don's attention, and Sandy could feel his hard cock pulse as he took in the sight of the gorgeous girl beginning to twitch and shake, circling her clit and driving fingers into her tight, wet cunt. Sandy loved it. She was driving the pleasure of both these people she cared about, as well as experiencing something with Don they had never even talked about, but sure would for days on end after it was all over.

Giving her mouth a break, Sandy made Don's cock extra slick, then straightened up, leaned over, and took him between the deep valley of her breasts. She knew this would not only give Kelly even more of a show, but allow Sandy to watch as well, as it was fairly difficult to turn her head with a dick in her mouth.

It was Sandy's turn to be entranced now. She couldn't take her eyes off of Kelly's gyrating, pulsating body, and was drawn in by the fingers diving deep into her cunt; a wet, slick, wanton cunt that Kelly was spreading wide for their enjoyment as much as her own. Kelly was putting on just as much a show as they were, and it was turning Sandy on to no end.

Suddenly Don groaned loudly. Sandy turned her gaze back toward her lover as she continued stroking his throbbing cock with her tits, and she instantly knew that look.

"Are you close, baby?" She cooed. Don grunted in affirmation, but his eyes were closed. He couldn't see that Sandy's head had turned back to Kelly, as she said it. The two gorgeous friends were locked in a beam of erotic connection, and Kelly's entire body began to boil as Sandy looked her dead in the eyes and asked "are you gonna cum, baby?"

Sandy didn't even register Don's more frantic grunt of an answer, she was too preoccupied with Kelly's answer, an erratic nod amongst deep, ragged breaths. Sandy's own cunt was on fire, and despite the delightful shocks of pleasure she could muster by squeezing her thighs tight against her sensitive clit, it wasn't enough to put her over the edge. But right now wasn't about her; later would be, and Don better be ready; but right now, whether Don realized it or not, it was all about Kelly.

Smiling at the buzzing girl's admission, she turned her attention back to Don and went in for the grand finale. She was going to put on a show for Kelly. Sandy loosed her breasts from Don's twitching cock, and took him back into her mouth with a deep, satisfied moan.

Kelly was starting to lose control as she took in the sight of Sandy bobbing deep and wet on Don's fat dick. One hand gripped his balls, and the other joined her mouth in a stroking, twisting motion, and Kelly felt that deep, hot spring tighten inside her and begin to reach the limits of its coil. Watching Sandy suck Don's dick, watching him love it, watching Hher love it, was the hottest thing she had ever experienced, and her body was responding appropriately. The tension in her body was immense, and she found herself anxious and excited about Don's impending orgasm, like she was watching some sort of dirty jack in the box. When would he cum? WHERE would he cum? Each question sent a jolt from her brain down to her cunt, and she could hardly take it. In fact she COULDN'T take it. She felt the hot pleasure inside her beginning to crest, and soft, uncontrollable moans began to sneak their way out of her throat.

This was all the encouragement Don needed, and Sandy knew it. She felt it. She felt his balls shake and contract, and his cock grew even harder and lurched up in her mouth. Kelly began to gasp and moan repeatedly just at this moment, and Sandy pulled her mouth up off Don's dick, desperate to see this gorgeous girl cum.

Sandy only took her mouth of Don's cock for an instant, but to Kelly it felt like forever. As her orgasm started careening through her body, she watched, almost in slow motion, as the first thick, white jet of cum leapt out of Don's glistening head and splattered against Sandy's chin. Kelly's cunt erupted in a fresh jolt of pleasure, squeezing her fingers tightly as she watched this lewd, viscous display, followed by another when Sandy turned her attention back to Don, sinking his spurting tip into her mouth. Kelly could see Don's cock pulsing, pumping, filling Sandy's willing mouth, her supportive moans commingling with his spastic grunts.

Sandy caressed Don's balls gently as they emptied into her mouth, filling her with an impressive load, basking in the glory of the male and female grunts and groans of pleasure that signified a job well done. She was happy with her reward, but she was also a little disappointed. Sandy had never really felt any serious pull towards the same sex, but kneeling there, her boyfriend's satisfied, twitching cock still filling her mouth, she realized she had desperately wanted to watch Kelly cum. It sounded so sweet, so erotic, she wished she had seen that sweet girl's gorgeous body experience full pleasure, full release. "Maybe next time," she thought, as the grunts and groans gave way to exhausted sighs and pants.

Sandy slipped Don's softening, yet still impressive cock from her mouth, the length swollen and red with satisfaction, and a final aftershock of pleasure shot through Kelly as she watched the muscles in Sandy's neck swallow down a mouthful of cum.

Kelly couldn't get over how fucking hot they were. Sandy was incredible. She wondered how wet Sandy was after all this, and in a passing, distant, almost imperceptible corner of her mind she wondered what Sandy might taste like.

The three new friends sat in silence, exhausted, spent, not knowing exactly what had just happened. Eyes darted from person to person and back again, and then finally, almost as if on cue, they all burst out laughing.

"Holy shit, holy shit,” was all Don could muster between chuckles, and as the world came back into view, Kelly suddenly remembered her own modesty and closed her trembling legs. She tugged at the bottom of her shirt in an attempt to chastely cover up, as though they hadn't just watched her finger herself to an epic orgasm.

Sandy, however, had no such concerns, and with the laughter still echoing, she climbed to her feet, thick breasts still exposed and sweaty like some sort of goddess of sex and fertility. She reached down for Don's hand and pulled the laughing boy up off the couch.

"Ok, ok, that's enough excitement for one night," she said with a big grin, "we need to let this poor girl get some sleep!"

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Don said, groggily making his way to his feet.

"Oh, don't you go falling asleep yet, mister, you've still got work to do!" Sandy ran a finger over his lips suggestively, and then gave his ass a firm swat.

"Yes ma'am!" Don exclaimed with a little jolt, and Kelly giggled as she watched him bound off toward the bedroom, led by the bobbing girth of his exposed, spent cock.

Kelly and Sandy locked eyes one last time, exchanging a glance that expressed friendship, safety, love, and eroticism all at once, and then with a simple "Goodnight, Kel," Sandy followed Don into the bedroom and shut the door.

As Kelly settled down into the thick, comfy cushions of the couch, all the events of the night raced through her head. It had been an incredible night, and she could not believe what had just happened to end it. Was it a one-time thing? Would it happen again? What even was it? Would they still be friends tomorrow? As she drifted off to sleep, images of Sandy's lips on Don's cock danced through her head, along with the thick, forceful pulsing as he spasmed into her mouth in orgasm.

Kelly's cunt tingled.

The next day, and for many days after that, the events of that night were never spoken about, and never repeated. The three of them remained friends and grew even closer, with Sandy and Kelly becoming practically inseparable, but the sexual tryst that bonded them together remained a silent memory locked in their shared past.

But that's not to say the memories and experiences of that night ever left any of their minds, in fact it was something they each thought about all the time.

Kelly in particular thought about it often, playing back the images and sensations in sacred moments alone in her dorm room or the shower while bringing herself to a rousing, nostalgic climax. It would be the thoughts of that night, and the cracks it put in her heterosexuality that would lead her to explore and enjoy more female-centric pornography, and years later, while dating her first husband Roger, it was the memories of that night, of Don's cock pulsing and throbbing into Sandy's excited mouth, that would give her the courage to finally take Roger's hard penis into her mouth and pleasure him to completion. She always thought of Sandy when she swallowed Roger's cum, and it quickly rose high on the list of her favorite sexual activities. Oh, if her ex-boyfriend only knew.

For Sandy and Don, on the other hand, the recollection of the events they shared with Kelly worked its way into their sex life that very night, as once the two of them were alone, Sandy recounted the dirty activity aloud to Don while he feverishly ate her cunt, and continued to do so as he used his reinvigorated erection to fuck her to a second orgasm of the night for each of them.

The dirty talk became a part of their repertoire, with Sandy's taunting and teasing of Don regarding what he wished he could have done to Kelly being a sure fire way to get him rock hard. Don was always happy to turn the tables on Sandy as well, as it became clear very quickly that she also had fantasized about Kelly, with Don's words never failing to get her soaking wet.

This was a new experience for Sandy, getting turned on by the thought of a woman, and much like her new best friend, she also began to explore the more sapphic side of her pornographic interests. Unlike Kelly, however, Sandy's thirst for exploration didn't stop at the internet, and soon, with the encouragement and validation of the man she loved, Sandy had her first girl on girl experience.

Don was there for support, holding her hand and kissing her gently as the soft lips and tongue of a fellow female brought her to a body-quaking orgasm. After she excitedly returned the favor to the young woman, Sandy rewarded Don with a wet, passionate blowjob that lasted barely 90 seconds before he exploded all over her exhilarated smile. That night would be the first of many nights Sandy was with a woman, nights that would frequently end with Don's thick, white joy leaping excitedly onto her face. Sandy would soon be with that woman again, except this time Don would be invited to join them, and the two young lovers would set off on a path of exploration that would see them enjoy the company of many other lovers, regardless of gender or orientation.

Sandy and Don knew they had found their match in each other, and shortly after college the two were married. The same went for Kelly and Roger, except in their case the marriage was less a decision made of love, and more a decision made due to Kelly's pregnancy.

Almost as if planned, Sandy also soon became pregnant, and the two friends celebrated the fact that they'd get to share this experience together, but Kelly had no idea the panic that Sandy had experienced when she got her test back. Kelly and Sandy were sexual open books with each other (or so Kelly thought), but Sandy had never let Kelly in on the more polyamorous side of her sex life with Don. Kelly had heard plenty of bawdy, lewd stories about the activities and experiences Sandy shared with her husband, but had no idea about all the others who had shared them as well. This meant Kelly had no idea that around the time Sandy conceived, she and Don had spent the night with another couple, a night that ended with a broken condom, and the husband pumping his sperm, unprotected, deep into Sandy's womb. It was only later that they determined Sandy had conceived well before this event, and the initial panic gave way to relief and celebration, and an open invitation for their regular play pals to start finishing inside her with no impediment.

Sex with Roger was fine for Kelly; she didn't always finish, but generally it was pleasurable enough. The frequency and excitement of it started to fade with time, especially after Alexa was born, but to Kelly it was just the cost of raising a family. She had needs as much as any other woman, but was happy to put them aside for the sake of her husband and daughter. That's why it hurt so much more when she found out Roger had been cheating on her.

The excitement of a willing co-worker, and the promise of a new job multiple states away was all it took for Roger to pack his bags. Soon the paperwork was signed, and Kelly was a single mother for the first time.

"What is wrong with me, Sandy?" Kelly pondered to her best friend. The two were enjoying a night out while Don watched their children, and after a glass of wine or two Kelly started to unpack all her frustrations. "I mean, I did all the right things, made all the right sacrifices, and here I am alone again!"

"Just like freshman year" Sandy said, swirling the red liquid in her glass.

"This is totally different," Kelly said between sips, pausing a moment before the influence of the alcohol encouraged her to quietly add "for one thing, I sucked Roger's dick all the time."

Sandy laughed and continued to swirl. "I think you're kind of making my point for me here."

"What, I should have sucked his dick More?"

"No, no," Sandy said, tonguing her canine as she formed her thesis, "you're talking about sacrifices you made, about things you gave up to try and make it work. In both cases you focused on his needs, and totally ignored your own, and look where it got you. I know you want to care about others, but, sweetie, if you don't care about yourself as well, no one else is gonna do it for you."

"So you're saying my husband left me because I cared too much? That's not a great argument, Dee," Kelly said, gulping down hard on her wine.

"No, not at all, it's just,” Sandy paused to think, smiling fondly as Don crossed her mind. "Love isn't a transaction. It's not about ticking boxes and filing paperwork, it's about trusting, and giving. It's about being truthful with what you want, and knowing your person is going to say 'yes, ok, show me how.'"

Kelly looked inward in silence, and she knew Sandy was right. She never really loved Roger. She liked him, he was a nice guy, but he had been an outlet for her in a transitional phase of her life, and deep down she knew neither was what the other really wanted. No amount of sex, or children was going to change that.

"Listen," Sandy began, trying to start the upward swing on her friend's emotional state, "you see that group of guys over there?" Kelly looked toward the corner Sandy gestured at, a corner full of empty beers and big laughs, and nodded. "Well here's what we're gonna do. You and I are gonna go over to that group of hunks and we are going to flirt like we've never flirted before."

"But I; " Kelly began before being cut off by her friend.

"We are going to flirt like we've never flirted before, and then, once we're both horny beyond all get out, we're going to go home. Alone. And then you and I are going to say our goodnights, and I am going to fuck my husband's brains out." Kelly snort-laughed and almost spit up her wine in amusement. "And you, you are gonna keep the hunkiest one of those men at the forefront of your mind, and you are gonna make yourself cum so hard you pass out. Got it? Because tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after is about knowing who you are, and what you want. Ok?"

Kelly took a moment to process what Sandy had just proposed. She was already pretty horny. She hadn't had sex since the divorce, and even before then, sex was in short supply, and orgasms were practically nonexistent. She liked this plan. She wanted to do it. She looked at her best friend and nodded.

"Good, now lose a couple buttons, hike up the girls, and let's go to work," Sandy said, knocking back the rest of her wine.

It sure didn't feel like work; what it did feel like was a hell of a lot of much needed fun. The two gal pals sidled up to the table of buzzed boys, and they learned these friends were all police officers out celebrating their pal Pete making detective. A dusky hunk with a devilish smile, the girls keyed in on Pete right away, and Sandy proceeded to run through her greatest hits, putting all her assets to good use to tease and entice the new detective. However, it was clear right away that he only had eyes for Kelly.

The feeling was mutual.

Sensing the connection, Sandy made sure to run inference between the two, making sure they never got too close, as Kelly had a mission to complete. After some more drinks and plenty of coy flirtation all around, Sandy announced it was time for Kelly and her to leave, and left the young officers with a final, substantial look at her deep cleavage as she leaned over to pick up her purse. They smiled and said their goodbyes, and while Sandy was otherwise occupied, Pete slipped Kelly his card. With a smile and a bit of a blush, she quickly wrote her phone number on it and handed it back to him.

The two girls laughed and shouted as they walked home, both of their bodies abuzz with the excitement of attention, both of them dying for the opportunity to do something about it.

Arriving back at home, finding both children asleep in Stephanie’s bedroom, Sandy quickly ushered Kelly out of the house with a giggle so she could jump her unsuspecting husband's bones.

Hurrying down to bed herself, Kelly hopped under the sheets, her imagination ablaze with the fun she had tonight, with thoughts of Pete the cop, and of the things she imagined her friends were doing upstairs this very minute. Warm and content, she slipped her fingers into her soaking wet cunt. It only took a couple minutes before Kelly's body was overcome by a much deserved, and much overdue orgasm.

She floated off to sleep with a smile on her face, thoughts of Pete the cop dancing through her head.

"If he nuts before you've cum twice, do not call him again," Sandy quietly advised Kelly. It was the night of her third date with Pete, and Kelly was dropping off Alexa with her friend for the night. She and Pete had really hit it off in the weeks since they'd met, but their dates as of yet were purely chaste. She'd learned all about him, that he was a single parent himself, that he hoped to retire from the force and open up a home brewery, and that he very much enjoyed their time together.

The feeling once again was mutual.

Kelly blushed as she shushed her friend away, but it wasn't as though Kelly wasn't prepared for sex to be on the menu that night. She had worn her favorite lingerie, and the tasteful tuft nestled atop her pubic bone was the only hair on her body besides on her head. She was excited, she was ready, and she wanted Pete to know it.

The next morning, when she arrived to pick up Alexa, she was blushing as she started up the stairs. Before she could even reach the handle on the door, Sandy flung it open excitedly and said "WELL??" Kelly expected nothing less from her friend and giggled excitedly, and then with a face as red as a tomato she held up three fingers, not needing to say a word. "THREE TIMES?" Sandy said, stepping out into the foyer and closing the door behind her, "Ok, sweetie, you better spill it, because you are not seeing your child again until I hear EVERY detail!"

Still blushing, Kelly agreed, and told Sandy that despite him, yes, making her cum three times, she didn't exactly follow Sandy's rules. After a lovely dinner where they each couldn't help but notice how lightly the other had eaten, they forewent the movie they had planned to see, and headed directly back to Pete's place. His son was also at a friend's so they had the place to themselves, and they made ample use of the space.

Barely inside their hands and lips were tornados, and there in the kitchen, stripped down to her lingerie, Kelly dropped to her knees and took Pete into her mouth. This wasn't like with Roger, or her high school boyfriend; this was what she wanted; it gave her pleasure to give this man pleasure, and as he shuddered and twitched, and she swallowed down his hot spurts of excitement, she felt a certain freedom, a confidence, that she had never felt with anyone else.

Her body buzzed and shook as he returned the favor twice with his tongue, and when they finally made it to the bedroom, Pete's hard erection proudly reinvigorated, they fell together onto the bed, where he slipped himself inside her, and the two made slow, passionate love until they both came again.

"Damn, girl," Sandy said excitedly, and the two friends giggled and hugged and reveled in Kelly's new romantic endeavors.

The wedding was simple, and Kelly didn't stop smiling the whole day. The honeymoon was hot, and the two newlyweds began to open up and explore with each other in ways that neither of them had ever done with a previous partner.

Sandy noted the glow her friend had in those years after marriage; it never left her. She watched two broken families become one, stronger together, and she had nothing but love, admiration, and thankfulness for what Kelly had found in Pete.

It was equally heartbreaking for Sandy to watch that glow begin to fade, to dim, as the love of Kelly's life slowly slipped away in a hospital bed.

Of all the ways one might expect to get injured on the job as a cop, getting T-boned by a drunk driver is probably not one of them. Having just clocked out for the night, Pete was pulling away from the station when another car ran a red light and plowed into the driver's side of his cruiser, killing the driver and putting Pete into a coma.

It took him two weeks to finally pass, and the only time Kelly left his side was when she was in church. She had found a new spirituality, dealing with the loss of her husband, and the peace the church and its people brought her was immense. Sandy didn't understand it at first, but was happy to support Kelly in any way through such a trying time, so she and Don began going with Kelly to church as well.

"It's been three years, Kel," Sandy said over drinks one night. Kelly, Sandy and Don were celebrating, as they always did this time of year, because it was their anniversary. The anniversary of becoming friends, that is. They had done their best to celebrate the occasion every year, but had been doubling their efforts ever since Pete died. The kids were all with a babysitter downstairs in Kelly's unit, and the three of them were free to enjoy the night. "Are you really going to spend the rest of your life alone?"

It was a question Kelly had asked herself over and over in the years since Pete's death. She'd always brush it off and chalk her abstinence up to being too busy raising two kids by herself, and while that was definitely part of the equation, it wasn't the whole answer. She had even gone on a date here and there, but any time physicality entered the picture she'd quickly eject before much more than kissing happened. Part of it was nervousness, sure, it had been a long time since she had been with anyone other than Pete, but when all was said and done, it came down to the simplest explanation.

"I'm still in love with him, Sandy," Kelly said, tears welling in her eyes, "I'm still in love with Pete."

"I know, sweetie," Sandy replied, swirling her drink, "but aren't you just, horny all the time?"

"You have no fucking idea," Kelly chuckled, "but the fact is he's still first in my heart right now, and as much as I would love to let myself go and enjoy some hot, casual sex, I just am not ready to get that intimate with someone new."

To be continued in Part 14

By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.