Sacrificial Heart Ch. 02
When Heather initially woke up, she wasn't quite sure where she was. She stretched her arms and legs and felt the silk sheets against her sleek, soft body. Her eyes fluttered open and found herself in strange environs. It was then that she recalled the previous evening's events, but when she looked at the other side of the bed she found it empty. The sound of running water coming from the master bathroom explained the question that popped into her head.
She moved from her left side onto her back and relaxed. A wide smile appeared on her sweet face as she remembered the details of the previous night. First, an amazing dinner, and then watching the sunset from the overlook and loving him for her very first time in the front seat of his expensive car. Sharing drinks around a small fire in the living room on a beautiful white bearskin rug, and loving him again. It started on the rug, but they finished in bed, where she drifted off to sleep in his arms.
"Good morning, angel," Sam greeted her warmly as he re-entered the master bedroom wearing a tan silk robe with a dark brown silk sash tied around the waist. He returned to his side of the bed and lay down beside her. "How'd you sleep?"
"Like a baby," Heather responded as she reached out for him, pulled the robe away from his chest, and placed the right side of her face on his left breast. Her fingers lovingly caressed his soft, hairy chest.
"Last night was incredible," he remarked with a grin on his handsome face.
"It was everything a girl could hope for," she agreed.
Heather's hands moved down to his lower belly, untied the sash, peeled back the robe, and exposed his limp, dangling penis. She suspected it wouldn't be limp for very long.
"I've got a bubble bath and a carafe of mocha coffee waiting for us in the bathroom," he tempted her as his fingers sifted through the silky strands of her long brown hair. "Does that sound good?"
"Not as good as you look," she replied as her eyes gazed longingly at his resting flesh with desire in her heart.
Her soft fingertips gently teased the wrinkled shaft and small pink head, coaxing it to life. When it failed to respond quickly enough to suit her, Heather shifted her body down and guided the lifeless penis into her mouth. She giggled childishly as it began to swell with blood. Her warm mouth licked and sucked on him. As it grew in size he softly groaned as his form leaned back and enjoyed the stimulation. It was soon fully erect and throbbing excitedly.
"You had me doing all the work last night, old man," she playfully complained in a pretend-whiny voice. "Just because I'm young and full of energy doesn't mean you're always going to be on the receiving end. This morning you're going to be on top."
"No, this morning we're going to make love in a wonderfully hot bath," he decided as he slid off the bed, slipped off his robe, and moved his arms around her shoulders and under her knees. He carried her naked form into the bathroom.
Heather gasped as she saw the master bathroom for the first time. It was gorgeous! It was beautifully decorated and highly polished. The oversized sunken tub was topped with bubbles that silently beckoned to them. He stepped down and carried her into the water. As she sank, the bath water and bubbles enveloped her body. They positioned themselves facing one another, with her parted legs straddling his lap and waist. On the ledge between them and the wall she spotted the insulated white carafe of promised coffee, two white coffee mugs, and a large bowl of blueberries and diced strawberries in a sea of whipped cream.
"You didn't mention the whipped cream and fruit," she noticed.
"I thought I had you at mocha," he admitted with a feigned look of disappointment on his face. "It usually works for all the other girls. Would the fruit have done it for you?"
She shrugged her shoulders uncertainly. "I'm not going to allow myself to be an open book that you pull off the shelf from time to time and read up on. You're going to have to work to get to know me."
"I already know quite a bit," Sam revealed.
"Oh, I doubt that. Like what?" Heather challenged him.
He moved his arms around her shoulders and pulled her supple body tightly against his. She felt his erect penis standing upright between their bellies, pulsating excitedly. The feeling of him throbbing against her flesh initiated delightful warm tingling sensations between her legs.
"You love attention," he discovered. "You adored the way we were whisked to a table without having to wait and being jealously watched by all the other hopeful patrons."
"I'll give you that," she agreed as the memory of it gave her a twinge of excitement. "What else?"
"You can't speak a single word of Italian."
She recalled seeing the menu at Monty's and the feeling of desperation that overcame her. As soon as Sam offered to order for them both, she'd agreed. "Okay, that's two things; anything else?"
Sam shook his head no and gazed deeply into her gorgeous, sparkling hazel eyes for several seconds before closing his and kissing her full, delicious lips. The soft, gentle kisses became passionate, and their tongues eagerly extended and entwined. His arms retreated from her shoulders and his hands filled with her suds-covered mounds. His fingers tenderly squeezed and fondled the glorious soft swells and playfully teased the hard nipples. Sam's penis surged in size as the tingling in her body intensified.
"Love me," she softly whispered.
"I do, and I will," he promised.
His hands moved away from her breasts and beneath the surface of the water. She felt them underneath her thighs, raising up her body. Her chest lifted out of the water, and his eyes admired the suds-fringed peaks of flesh. He could barely discern the erect pink tips peeking through. Beneath the calm surface his hips shifted, and he blindly guided his penis into position directly beneath her crotch. He gently lowered her onto him, making minor adjustments by feel.
Heather softly gasped and shuddered as the large round tip pushed between the outer folds and into the narrow canyon. It moved up and down and finally settled into position at the doorway to her canal. She was still sore from the previous evening, but the warmth of desire in her tingling loins was more demanding. The hands that supported her thighs underneath moved to the top and pushed her body down as his hips pressed upwards. The head throbbed against the narrow opening and insistently moved against the flesh, which reluctantly yielded and parted enough to allow him entry. It sealed tightly around his stem and coated him in the lubricating warmth of her essence.
Their mouths and arms embraced as they slowly moved up and down in rhythm. His erect penis pushed deeper inside, forcing the canal walls apart. Her powerfully shuddering form groaned into his mouth as their tongues excitedly parried and thrust. Heart rates spiked as the loving passion grew, consuming their flesh in intense waves of tingling warmth. He was as hard as ever as his spear-tipped shaft penetrated ever deeper. Her tight, velvet-smooth walls vibrated around Sam's plunging cock as he finally reached fully inside of her belly, stretching the outer shell of skin as he struggled to reach as deeply as possible.
Further aroused, his motions increased in tempo, and he loved her with more force. As his hips thrust upwards into her the splashing of displaced water could be heard. Heather's own hips gyrated in circular motions as she moved herself around the steel-hard cock, creating wonderful jolts of excitement in her lithe form. Their breathing quickened as their loving grew hotter and more physical. They panted in breathless passion as he rapidly moved in and out of her glorious sheath, and she vibrated against and around his massive sword. Her moaning intensified as did her excitement, and she again found herself on the verge of release.
"Oh Sam... I love... love you so... much, baby," she whispered in spurts of a word or two at a time interspersed between soft cries of pleasure. "I'm... so glad... we... found each... other."
Just as she finished the delivery of her heartfelt declaration of love for him, her body stiffened. As she crossed the invisible threshold of sexual release, she groaned aloud and erupted in spasms of ecstasy.
The water noisily splashed around them as she wildly jerked and writhed in the throes of orgasm. Her arms tightened around his shoulders as Sam continued thrusting upwards into her quaking form. Although the sudsy bath water disguised its release, a flood of essence was emitted from her gorgeous pink flesh, which mingled with the thick droplets of seed that leaked from his moving stem.
Heather delighted in the wondrous sensations of climax for the few seconds that it lasted. Tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks as her heart was filled with great emotion. She loved and needed him so much that her heart physically ached, and she was so grateful for the pleasure he brought her. She felt so incredibly close to Sam at that brief moment that she wanted to crawl inside of him and never let him go.
The sounds of her own moans snapped her back to reality. She loosened her hold around his shoulders as he continued stroking her pussy. She heard her own sounds displaced by his, and she could tell as his penis swelled larger that he was close. Her hips resumed their circular motions and she loved him every bit as enthusiastically as he did her. She wanted to bring him the same intense pleasure, and her body did everything it could to please him.
His cock pushed upwards and stretched as far as it could. Sam felt the semen rising and he softly grunted as his body twitched and shot a stream of seed into her young womb. He partially withdrew and penetrated completely, repeating the process several times as his balls were emptied of their precious milky cargo in brief ejaculatory streams. Only after the last remnants were delivered did his vibrating body relax and quiet.
As he softened inside of her, Sam reached over and poured them each a cup of mocha. He handed her a mug as he sipped on his. They were both smiling in the afterglow of the shared intimate moment. She changed positions and leaned back against his chest with her parted legs extended and dangling from the bottom edge of the tub. A sheet of soap suds hid her body from his prying eyes.
"You're quite the romantic," Heather decided as she looked at the coffee, whipped cream, and fruit. "Were you always like this?"
He reached over, grabbed several pieces of strawberry between his fingers, and fed it to her. After devouring the fruit her tongue cleaned his fingers of all traces of the whipped cream. He repeated the process, this time feeding her several blueberries.
"Men mature, and as they do they learn," he answered her question. "Was I like this when I was twenty? No, of course not; it takes years to learn the finer points of romance. I learned a lot from my wife, bless her soul."
"I'm sorry."
"No, its okay," he reassured her. "It gets a little bit easier to talk about her each day. I'll always love, admire, and miss her, but I recognize the fact that I have to move on. I know she'd want that for me anyway."
"How are we going to tell Jeff?" Heather knew he'd have to be made aware of the truth, and she was deeply regretful that she'd led Jeff on initially. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to face him on Monday after the weekend that she'd shared with his father.
Sam gave the question considerable thought. He hated the idea of hurting his only son, and suddenly felt guilty for his association with Heather. Life wasn't fair, and if Jeff hadn't learned that lesson by now, he soon would.
"I don't have all the answers, angel, and I'm not always right. Maybe we shouldn't tell him right away. He may sense a change in our relationship and may ask, or not. I don't know."
Heather found the topic disconcerting, so she changed the subject and the somber mood. "What do you do with your women after the romantic morning bath?"
"Why I drive them into town, buy them a beautiful dress, and take them out for a fancy lunch at a ridiculously expensive outdoor cafe," he replied. "How does that sound to you?"
She cuddled against his suds-covered chest, shuddered with genuine excitement, and calmly answered "It sounds grand."
* * * * *
Heather accepted the offer to swing by her house, and she ran in and swapped out the short red skirt and white pullover half-top for a pair of white short-shorts, a bright pink short-sleeved blouse, and a desperately needed fresh pair of panties. She encountered her mom in the hallway but nothing verbal was exchanged. Her mom's look of disapproval said it all, but Heather refused to be intimidated by her.
The small town they lived in didn't offer much by way of clothing stores or restaurants. Larger towns a short distance away offered more, but Heather decided to shop at Rebecca's Boutique. She'd established a rapport with the young woman through several chance encounters and identified with her in several ways.
"Hello again!" Rebecca smiled and greeted Heather warmly with a friendly hug. Her gaze turned to Sam. "Thanks so much for the champagne. It capped off a very special evening for us."
Sam waved her off. "It was my pleasure. A girl doesn't get proposed to every day. I'm just glad I could be in the audience and share it with you."
"Can I help you find something?"
Sam deferred to Heather, who glanced around uncertainly. "Maybe a nice spring dress? Something sexy, but not too provocative?"
"Follow me."
Sam watched as the girls walked off. He couldn't help but notice them both. They were dressed in shorts, and he admired the offered view of their tight round asses and slender, tanned legs. It was a beautiful sight and he enjoyed the few seconds it was available to him before they disappeared behind a clothing rack.
"So how's it going with him?" Rebecca softly whispered, her sweet voice bubbling over with excitement. "I was surprised to see you both there last night."
"He's such a gentle, caring lover," Heather confessed, eager to share the news with another woman. "It was a wonderful night. I'll never forget it."
"You and me both," Rebecca anxiously announced. "James is such a gem. Last night was better than ever. We have to keep in touch."
"Absolutely!" Heather agreed, happy to have made a new friend.
After a few minutes Heather emerged from a small dressing room wearing a dazzling white, flower print dress. It beautifully accented her smooth, bronze skin and offset her cute face and hazel eyes. The bottom covered half her thighs and emphasized her round hips, a matching belt held the dress snugly around her slender waist, and the top was low-cut enough to welcome attention without being overly revealing. She traded the sneakers for a pair of white, open-toed shoes with modest heels.
"Sam?" Heather called out.
He turned toward her when he heard her voice and froze as soon as he recognized her. A wide smile appeared on his face as he savored the gorgeous vision. He carefully appraised her appearance and gave a thumbs-up gesture. "You look amazing, angel. I'm not sure how long you'll be able to keep that on."
"Oh, stop," Heather said as she flushed red in mild embarrassment. "Do you really like it?"
"I do."
Heather turned to Rebecca. "Could you please put my other clothes and tennis shoes in a bag so I can wear this?"
"Of course!" Rebecca happily obliged her request and stepped to the back of the store to carry it out.
"You look incredible," he complimented her appearance as she approached. His arms opened and she eagerly moved between them and cuddled against his broad shoulders.
"You're spoiling me," Heather realized. Her fingers popped a shirt button loose and she pushed a hand inside, rubbing her fingers on the firm skin and sifting through the curls of hair that covered his chest. She purred as she enjoyed the feel of him. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming all of this, Sam. I'd be crushed."
"It's you who's spoiling me," he gently corrected her. "I'm smart enough to know I don't deserve you, but dumb enough to hope that what we have might actually endure."
"I'm no passing fancy," she promised. She looked directly into his dark eyes and asked him for confirmation. "Tell me you're as serious about us as I am, or not. Please, I need to hear the truth, no matter what it might be. Don't leave me hanging."
He cupped her sweet, soft face in both hands and gazed into her captivating eyes. He saw them intently searching his soul for the truth. His eyes softened and watered as he thought how incredibly lucky he was to have shared his life with one amazing woman, and finding himself on the verge of spending the rest of it with another. His heart pounded in his chest as it swelled with love and pride. He desperately wanted to love her at that very moment. When she saw the tears forming in his eyes, it sparked her own. They rimmed the bottom, grew heavy, and several spilled down her cheeks.
"I love you more than I have a right to," he started. "When a person can find one true love, no matter how brief, they whisper thanks to the heavens above for the gift. I've loved one, and now I've found another. I don't know why I'm so blessed. I'm no saint, my sweet angel, but I swear on my life that I love you more than life itself. As long as you want to be with me, I will fight for you with my final breath if need be."
Rebecca quickly returned and unintentionally overheard the conversation. When she listened to Sam's proclamation of undying love she couldn't fight back the tears. She silently retreated to give them privacy and rushed to the rear of the store. James was working on the financial records when Rebecca suddenly rushed him from behind, hugged him tightly, and spilled her tears onto his neck.
"Bec, are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
"I love you, James, with all my heart," she announced as she softly cried.
"I know," he replied, puzzled by her sudden change in mood. "Are you..."
"Don't be an ass!" she cautioned him. "Here, take this bag to out to the customers. The ticket is on the counter."
He didn't pretend to understand women as he complied with her request. She lay down on the bed that, beneath the sheets, was still stained with the blood of her innocence. Her arms embraced a pillow that she curled around as the tears flowed. She knew James would never understand why something that was said to another woman would have such an effect on her. Men were men for a reason, as were women. Rebecca repeated the overheard words in her mind, which triggered more tears.
* * * * *
Heather hadn't ever recalled seeing an outdoor café, but then she'd never been to the exclusive Turtle Lake golf club, either. Sam explained that he wasn't a golf enthusiast, but he did business entertaining there from time to time. More than one business deal had been made on the greens at Turtle Lake, and he was good enough to give the others a run for their money.
The club house included a restaurant, and a portion of the restaurant included a low deck alongside one edge of Turtle Lake with a dozen round tables, two dozen chairs, and large, colorful sun umbrellas. It was a quiet and serene setting. After they were seated Sam ordered a bottle of wine.
"I'm never going to get that report done, am I?" she questioned.
"That's what Sundays are for," Sam quipped. "For as long as I went to school I never did any homework before Sunday, and that includes college. Are you sorry that I've been keeping you so busy?"
Heather glanced away and admired the calm surface of the lake. Several ducks calmly swam in their direction, unconcerned by their presence. The waiter returned with the wine, opened it, offered Sam the cork for his approval and then poured two glasses. Heather immediately drank down half of her glass.
"No, of course not; I've had a wonderful weekend so far. I guess I always worry about stuff like that when it's hanging over my head. I'll work on it tomorrow and get it done."
"You have a date tonight, don't you?" he reminded her.
"Oh, that's right! I was supposed to call Christy some time today and set up something with her for this evening."
It had completely slipped Heather's mind in all of the excitement of the previous two days. Had it just been two days? It seemed like weeks had elapsed since she'd last seen Christy and slept in her own bed. Her life had suddenly gotten very crazy.
Sam reached over and gently grasped her hands in his. She looked directly into his warm eyes and smiled. "After lunch I'll drop you off at home so you can get with Christy, and I won't distract you tomorrow so you can get your report done. There are some things I need to take care of anyway, plus I've been ignoring Jeff and need to make it up to him. I'm leaving Monday on a business trip and won't be back for a couple weeks, but I promise I'll call."
Heather shook her head in understanding. She was on the verge of spilling tears of disappointment and didn't want to make a scene at the club. Several men were also dining close by and kept looking in her direction. She felt their eyes on her body, thoroughly examining her. It was something she'd gotten used to whenever she was in Sam's company.
"Are you okay, angel?" he asked in a concerned tone.
Heather shrugged her shoulders. The waiter reappeared to take their lunch order. Sam cast his girl a sidelong glance and then ordered a sandwich for them both. After the waiter left, his right hand reached under the table and was placed on her left upper thigh. He lightly caressed the silky smooth leg as he waited for an answer to his previous question. She recognized the look of concern on his face and relented.
"I feel like I'm this totally different person all of a sudden," she tried to explain. "On Friday afternoon my life was normal. This was just another weekend, and I thought I'd be hanging out with Christy doing the same stupid stuff. But then Friday night happened, and this morning, and all of a sudden I'm crazy in love with this fantastic guy and nothing could possibly go wrong. And then you tell me you're leaving. I mean, how am I supposed to feel, Sam? You come into my life, turn it upside down, and then walk out."
Sam raised his hands to her adorable face, tenderly cupped and stroked her soft rosy cheeks, and gazed into her captivating, water-filled eyes. "Don't you think I feel the same way? Two days ago my life was a routine that I stumbled through day after day. These past two days have given me a reason to live and to love again. Do you think I want to leave right now? Don't you see how scared I am that when I get back you'll have forgotten all about me? I want to hold on to my angel and never let go, but my life isn't like that right now."
He watched as the tears that threatened to flow spilled down her face. His arms reached around her shoulders and pulled her close. They hugged and shared the warmth of their mutual love. She had no idea she'd impacted his life every bit as much as he'd changed hers. She was so worried about herself that she hadn't taken the time to understand how he was feeling. Heather was maturing emotionally, and the growing pains were practically unbearable.
"Call me, write me, don't let me forget you," she begged him as she wiped the tears from her reddened cheeks. "And when you do get home, don't think it's a free ride. You're going to be on top for a while, buster."
"Then maybe this business trip is a good thing," he joked. "I'm going to need the time to rest up after a weekend with you."
Heather laughed through the tears which finally ceased flowing. When the waiter returned with their lunch order they terminated their embrace. She was embarrassed by the display of tears and she used a napkin to dab away the lingering traces of wetness. Heather felt much better about his planned departure now that she realized how he felt, and it made sense. How could she have not seen that he was just as affected by their relationship as she was?
"I love you, Heather Porter," he assured her with a warm smile.
"And I love you, Samuel Wells," she replied.
* * * * *
After she got home Heather rushed to her room and traded the white flower-print dress and dress shoes for her white short-shorts, short-sleeved pink blouse, and tennis shoes. She liked dressing up for Sam, but it felt good to get back into some casual clothes again. She lay on her bed, picked up the phone, and called Christy.
"Where have you been, young lady?" Christy challenged. "I called last night and this morning and both times I got your voice mail. I need to hear details."
"You'll get the details later," Heather promised. "Do you want to do anything special tonight?"
"Let's just hang out over here," Christy suggested. "If we get bored we can figure something out. But by the sounds of it, we have a lot to talk about. I'll pick you up after dinner."
"Sounds great!" Heather decided. "Love ya."
"Love ya," Christy automatically replied.
When Heather got to Christy's house they retreated to her second floor bedroom. It was a nice two story colonial style home, and Christy had the large room decorated with all types of stuffed bears collected over the years. Teddy bear wallpaper adorned the walls, and a matching sheet and comforter set was on her full sized bed. Heather loved Christy's room because it always felt so warm and comforting.
Christy and Heather had been best friends since kindergarten and knew each other so well that as much as Heather tried to hide her excitement, Christy saw it peeking through. It didn't take much prompting to get Heather to spill the beans. And boy, did she ever; every last detail, starting with the ride to dinner on Friday night, the romantic bath on Saturday morning, lunch at the golf club, and everything in between. Heather rattled on for over an hour, and Christy loved the intimate bond they shared. She really felt like they were really close again.
"I didn't hear the part about him helping you with your report," Christy said in a playful, accusing tone.
Heather hid her face in the teddy bear comforter, giggled, and wildly kicked her feet. She finally lifted her head, looked at her best friend in the whole world, and admitted "He was giving me material!"
"Material," Christy repeated, imitating her mom. "So that's what girls these days call it."
Heather playfully slapped Christy on the arm. "So tell me more about the Todd situation. I know you're still hanging out with him and doing stuff."
"Who told..." Christy started, and then realized she'd been tricked into a confession by her crafty associate. "Maybe; what's it to you?"
"So maybe I want to hear more," Heather admitted. "What's it like with him, anyway?"
Christy kept her silence for a few minutes, uncertain whether she wanted to share all the details with her best friend for fear of what she might think. But Christy relented and decided to spill her guts again.
"Okay, fine. Sit over here, on the edge of the bed."
Heather sensed some big secret was on the verge of being divulged so she eagerly consented to Christy's direction and sat in front of her friend. Christy settled into a sitting position behind her and placed her legs over Heather's thighs, pinning Heather's legs apart. Next Christy lightly moved her fingers up and down Heather's arms, touching them with the very tips of her fingers. Heather shuddered from the contact, enjoying it. She closed her eyes and imagined being at the lake, sitting on the picnic table as Christy had described earlier, with her ass on the table and her feet on the attached bench seat.
After a few moments, as the fingertips moved down, they continued all the way down to Heather's wrists and held them together. As her wrists were helplessly pinned, Christy's soft lips planted brief kisses on the back and sides of Heather's wonderfully scented neck.
"I love this," Heather admitted. "It feels wonderful."
Christy reached into her bedside table, grabbed a nylon stocking, and tied it tightly around Heather's wrists. Heather moved her hands and tried to escape, but found that the binding was surprisingly strong. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized how helpless she was, and now understood how Christy would have felt at the isolated lake, shrouded in darkness, with two drinking guys with normal sexual urges. A squirt of thick essence was released and lubricated her pussy as the initial signs of arousal appeared. Heather nervously swallowed and licked her lips as tingling warmth filled her lower belly.
"You wanted to know," Christy reminded her friend as she reached around and started popping the buttons of her blouse open.
Once the blouse was unfastened, Christy pulled it open and exposed Heather's chest. The tips of her fingers lightly traced along the round bottoms of the perky swells. Heather shuddered and the pink nipples swelled and hardened. The teasing continued for several moments, until finally the fingers moved up slightly and traced large, invisible circles on the outside of the mounds. Very slowly the circles became smaller, and as the fingers closed in on the erect nubs Heather's body twitched and released another squirt of fluid. The tingling warmth in her loins became a smoldering fire, and she was officially excited. Heather's tongue licked her dry lips as the tips of Christy's fingers moved in and directly stimulated the diamond-hard peaks of her breasts.
"Oh," Heather groaned aloud as electric-like jolts of pleasure rippled through her body. "Oh, that feels so great."
Christy's legs tensed, and when they did she forced Heather's thighs further apart. The move made Heather acutely aware of how helpless she really was, and again her wrists moved and struggled against the binding to no avail. The hands retreated from her bare breasts and moved to between her legs. Christy's long, fake fingernails moved up and down along Heather's inner thighs. The fingertips scraped her soft skin, and made red tracks on the flesh. Her fingers pressed harder and harder, and as they caressed from the knees to the very skin along the edge of her shorts they scraped her smooth flesh. Heather softly moaned and squirmed as Christy teased and excited her.
"Like that, huh?" Christy playfully whispered in inquiry as jealousy got the better of her. "Getting wet? I bet dear old Sam doesn't get you this hot."
Christy's right hand moved up and pressed against Heather's pussy through the crotch of the white short-shorts. Her bound, beloved friend shuddered helplessly and emitted a series of soft groans as her loins released another squirt of essence. Christy could smell sex on her best friend and her lips formed a devious smile. Her fingers rubbed on the outline of Heather's outer lips and enjoyed the feeling of her young form quivering excitedly. A few moments later the pads of her teasing fingers felt wetness soaking through the denim crotch.
"Todd has a few tricks of his own, ain't that right, Heather," Christy revealed. "He's no fifty-something man, but he knows his way around a woman's body. He knows how we think and what we really want deep down. Sam doesn't get you this hot."
"Why are you doing this?" Heather asked. "Why are you being so mean to me all of a sudden, Christy? What did I do?"
"You wanted details, you get the details," Christy explained away her rude behavior as she continued fingering her best friend's pussy through the clothing.
Heather was surprised by the manner in which Christy was touching her, and was utterly flabbergasted when several fingers threaded under the crotch of her shorts and panties and touched her bare pussy lips directly. Thick flowing essence coated the tips of the probing fingers as they pushed into the warm, juicy slit. Heather was so surprised that she was speechless and she leaned back against Christy, moaning and writhing in shock and undeniable delight. As the fingers of her right hand fingered Heather's pussy, the left reached up and cupped a bare breast, kneading on the firm swell and tweaking the pulsating nipple.
"I've always loved you, but you don't have time for me anymore," Christy confessed her true feelings for her best friend. "First it was Sunnypoint, and now it's Sam. Why can't you find room in your life for me? I love you, Heather. I have for years."
Heather turned her head to face her friend to try and explain the changes in her life, but as soon as she did Christy's lips pressed against hers. The kiss was hot and passionate, unlike any other they'd ever shared before. The tip of Christy's tongue hesitantly bumped against Heather's lips, and when Heather's mouth opened the tongue slowly moved fully inside. The wet muscles rubbed and entwined against one another, and both girls softly moaned in the wake of the warm, arousing meeting. Heather was wet and quickly getting wetter as the fire in her lower belly intensified and tingling pleasure extended throughout her entire form.
Christy's hands moved to the top of Heather's shorts and she anxiously popped the chrome button open and tugged the shiny silver zipper down its short track. Christy gently lowered Heather onto the bed on her back and grasped the top of her shorts and panties, simultaneously peeling both of them down her long, smooth, slender legs and off, along with the tennis shoes and socks. The smell of Heather's hot pussy intensified once the clothing was removed, and her long thighs enthusiastically shifted far apart. It felt so weird lying on Christy's bed in such a submissive position, but there was no denying the intense erotic charge in the air.
She quickly pounced on Heather, eager to love her best friend for the first time. Christy's fingers gently pushed the outer folds apart and revealed the gorgeous, glistening pink slit. For a few seconds she admired the view of Heather's fragile flesh, from the tiny orifice that seeped with essence to the smooth, shimmering pink walls of the canyon, and the enlarged clit that peeked from its hood of juicy flesh. Christy smiled as her lips closed in on the clitoris, and her mouth anxiously devoured the sensitized nub. At the same time a middle finger pushed into the tight canal, and stretched deeply inside.
Heather almost came unglued. Her breathless voice cried out so loud that it surprised Christy, and made her grateful that her parents weren't at home because they surely would have overheard and come running. Heather's legs stiffened as her nearly nude form writhed on the comforter. The strong reaction was a tremendous turn-on for Christy, who had never done such a thing with another girl and never even wanted to with the exception of her best friend. The fact that she knew how to please another woman was a deep, dark secret, for she'd occupied many lonely evenings watching internet videos to prefect her skills in anticipation of this one moment that seemed less and less likely of ever happening.
Her long middle finger carefully pushed in and out of the juicy, snug canal that Sam had just opened hours earlier. At the same time her lips and tongue teased and manipulated the pulsating clit, providing direct stimulation that triggered powerful spasms in Heather's twitching body. Heather's hands reached down and cradled Christy's head, holding it in place as her hips gyrated and rubbed her aching pussy harder against the welcome mouth. Essence smeared and coated Christy's smiling face, and she eagerly swallowed the mixture of Heather's creamy wetness and her own saliva that seeped into her mouth. For Christy it was a fantasy come true and she brought all her skill, energy, and concentration to bear.
Heather was overwhelmed and confused as she lay on the bed, moving from side to side with her back arched like a cat as her life-long friend feasted on her pussy. She couldn't comprehend the events that were transpiring, so she thought only of the delightful jolts of ecstasy and the incredible building excitement caused by her best friend's rapidly licking and sucking mouth. The stimulation slowly pushed her to the edge, and Heather could almost see the approaching climax looming on the horizon.
"Oh! Oh my! Yeah, oh!" Heather suddenly cried aloud as her body tensed and went rigid as sexual release was achieved.
Her body curled up around the lips that devoured her flesh as she wildly jerked in uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy. A surge of essence squirted from her body and smeared all over and into Christy's awaiting mouth. Christy maintained the stimulation, which was difficult at best as Heather vibrated in powerful spasms. Intense waves of delight filled her flesh and stole the breath from her gasping lungs. After several seconds it dissipated, and left Heather fatigued and struggling to refill her lungs with air. Afterwards Christy removed her glazed face from Heather's crotch and lay alongside her on the bed. Christy was willed with several different emotions, ranging from joy to shame, from happiness to sadness. She wasn't sure how Heather would feel following the admission of love and its application.
"I don't know what to say," Heather finally confessed, distraught and stunned by the act.
"I needed to show you how I feel," Christy explained. "I've always wanted to but the moment was never right. Today, the time was right and I did it. Please understand that I'm not a lesbian, I just had to express how much you mean to me. I see you drifting away, and I was so afraid you'd disappear without recognizing how much you mean to me."
Heather's eyes filled with sympathetic tears as Christy started to cry. The friends hugged one another tightly.
"We'll never drift apart," Heather promised. "Even if we're thousands of miles away from each other, we'll always be there for one another. By the way, your mouth felt pretty incredible."
The girls broke out in nervous laughter and the tension lifted. Their lips embraced and they shared a series of soft, loving kisses as they held each other close. Christy silently hoped it wouldn't be the last time she would be able to show Heather her love, and at the same time Heather hoped it wouldn't be the last time either.
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Sunday morning dawned bright and beautiful, and Heather felt more alive than ever. She'd slept hard, and as soon as she vacated her bed she sat at her computer dressed only in a pair of soiled white bikini panties. Her bare breasts jiggled and bounced, but nobody was there to enjoy the tempting view. As her right hand manipulated the mouse, she launched a word processing program and opened a file that was still blank. She pulled out a keyboard drawer and finally started writing her report, full of ideas and motivation.