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celestialdragon

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Kathleen "Kat" Hooper sighed as she flipped through the various channels on the TV, her best friend beside her.

"There's nothing good on the TV, except for Sherlock, and it's an episode I've seen a thousand times," she grumbled. She stretched out on her futon, her short blonde hair tousled, her hazel eyes annoyed. Her soft pink lips were pursed in thought as she thought about what the two women could do.

Finally, an age old topic appeared in Kat's mind. Sex. It's a subject that never gets old between the two of them.

"I don't get why Jon isn't trying to change things up a bit," she said finally. "It's pretty much been missionary every night for the past couple weeks! He won't even allow me to blow him! I mean, come on, my bj skills aren't that bad. Oh, and it's always with the lights off. Morning sex doesn't even happen anymore! What gives?"

Jon, her boyfriend of two years, had been rather neglectful in the area of the bedroom, and night after night, she's gone to sleep horny and unsatisfied.

"Maybe I'm not good enough for him? Maybe I need to learn a few new tricks?" She sighed. "I don't know. Maybe it's time to dump him, find a better man."

She looked in the mirror, at her body laying down. Her 32DD breasts were supported by the sports bra she was wearing, her tummy was flat and tan from years of marching band and beach volleyball. The shorts she was wearing barely hugged her tight ass, but showed off decently long, toned legs, ending in a tiny foot. At only 5'1", she was petite. Men liked the fact that they could pick her up, toss her on the bed, and fuck her brains out, especially at 22.

She glanced at her friend. "You've been awfully quiet," she noted. "What's up?"
 
Caroline Bennett looked up from the screen of her phone as she listened to her best friend complaining about her sex life. Carrie laughed softly, shaking her head as her long dark curls grazed her bare shoulders. It had been the only thing on Kat's mind lately. She always knew when things weren't going so well in the bedroom department.

"I'm quiet because this is the third time you've brought it up today, sweetie." Carrie murmured, closing the screen she'd been looking at and turning towards Kat. "And even when things are good, that's all you talk about."

"Screaming orgasms, frantic fucks in the parking lot during his lunch break, the time he fingered you on the train to your mother's house." She had heard it all a million times before. "And I have to tell you, that last blowjob you gave him at Missy's pool party did look pretty sloppy. Don't think we all didn't see what you were doing in the shallow end when it got dark."

Kat was the kind of girl that she could always tease and it had been a reason they bonded so quickly. At 24, Carrie was only two years older then her best friend but she had always had an old soul. It made her wise, a bit sarcastic, always open to giving advice. She was tall, around 5'9, with a willowy frame. She had always been a dancer but an injury had forced her to take a hiatus from her career. Her breasts were nothing compared to Kat, a solid B cup, but her legs went on for days and her ass had always been her best asset.
 
Kat rolled her eyes at Caroline. "Missy's pool party was an exception. For crying out loud, I couldn't breathe half the time, which accounts for it. And he seemed to enjoy it!"

She blushed a little bit when Caroline brought a few of her favorite romps up. "Don't forget about the time you nearly walked in on us in the shower. Damn, that was a good time. . . " She smiled dreamily. Then her expression got serious. "I'm being serious, though. Two weeks ago, he was begging me for anal. Now, I bring it up, and he acts like he never brought it up, and claims I've been watching too much porn. Something's up, but he won't tell me. I've checked through his phone- nothing. His mom says he's the same as ever. And Ron's told me that all Jon talks about is how great in the sheets I am. So something's up and it's making me pissed. I'm tired of being unsatisfied and using a vibrator to achieve orgasm."

She tossed her bangs out of her face impatiently and ran a blue tipped hand through her hair. "Any ideas?"
 
"Hmmmm...." Carrie said as she thought about the situation. "We could always go and stake him out. See what he's up to between work and when you see him."

Caroline looked over at Kat with a grin. "Be like a real life Sherlock." Carrie's dark eyes were always glowing as she thought over the possibilities. "Or we can get you in that slutty little skirt that you bought last week and tempt him until he can't resist."

"Besides, if you find out he's cheating, I'll take you out for drinks. It's a win-win situation." Carrie had liked Jon when she first met him, but she was convinced that Kat could do so much better for herself.

If she were honest, she would tell her friend that she'd always had feelings for her that went much deeper then a normal friendship. That step was too frightening to think about though. It was better to encourage her to work things out for the moment.
 
Kat gnawed on her lip as she thought over the possibilities. "Did the skirt a couple nights ago. Barely fazed him, which is annoying because we both know how much he likes me in skirts like that, especially when it's just for him. The stake out sounds like a good idea, to be honest." She grinned as Caroline mentioned drinks if he was cheating. "Oh, girl, you know me too well. Speaking of drinks," She walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. "You want some? I'm using it to calm my nerves. I don't even want to think about what my blood pressure is right now." She poured herself a nice tall glass and waited for her answer.

If Kat was truly honest with herself, which she wasn't, she would admit to Caroline that she was always curious about having sex with women. Some of her other friends had tried it and raved about it. But Kat had always been hesitant. To her, a woman's body (including her own) was foreign and strange, and she was always able to convince herself that she was a "men only" girl.
 
"Nah. You go ahead." Carrie said, flicking her wrist to dismiss the offer. "You know I lose my head when I drink Jack."

Watching as Kat poured herself a drink, she thought over what the situation was. Jon was cheating. That's what it sounded like. Kat simply wanted to explore and learn some new things. What would a little offer hurt?

"So, when was the last time you had a nice, hard, long fuck that didn't involve your little vibrating friend? That poor thing is probably ready to raise a white flag by this point."
 
Kat thought about Caroline's question as she sipped on her Jack. "Hmm. . . Maybe three weeks ago? Before this all started for sure. Yeah, about three weeks ago, after the movies. We had a nice romp in the back of his pick up, then had another romp once we got back to his place."

She chuckled when she thought about her friend's idea of what her vibe must be going through. "I ran out of batteries a few nights ago, and I had to go dig up another one, who's batteries died last night. I only have about two more vibes left before I'm resorted to using fingers. And I haven't used fingers in years. So pretty much, they're all raising white flags, going 'Please don't kill me on your pussy 'cause your boyfriend's being a dick'." She took a long drink of her Jack and sighed in appreciation of the alcohol. "If he is cheating," she mumbled. "She better have bigger tits than me."
 
"Nobody has bigger tits than you." Carrie said with a laugh. "So, you're telling me that you're a little desperate, right?"

Caroline nibbled on her lower lip for a moment before she worked up the courage to say what she really wanted to say. "Have you ever...well, did you think about letting someone else take a crack at you? Teach you a few new things? Then when Jon quits being such an asshole, you can give him a wild ride."
 
"Trust me, it's crossed my mind. I mean," Kat admitted, sitting down again and crossing her legs. "I'm not one for the 'eye for an eye' philosophy, but seriously. How am I going to learn anything new if I'm still with the same person? We both know I criticize visual porn; and written porn's not going to do anything except get me even hornier."

She sipped on her Jack again as she appraised her friend, unsure of what she was thinking of but liking the way it was going anyways. "It's getting to the point where I want to go clubbing, get a little tipsy, go home with some guy. I have yet to do that, since I've been dating Jon the entire time I've been legal enough to drink. Or wear a sandwich board saying, 'Desperate horny girl here! Inquire about a good time!' while wearing absolutely nothing. So. . . yes, I'm a lot desperate."
 
"Well, why does it have to be a guy?" Carrie asked, looking at Kat with a little smirk. "I mean, who knows your body better than an equally horny woman?"

Carrie didn't think she could tell Kat that she had gotten off so many times in the past to just a simple fantasy of her best friend. Listening to her moan and scream on the other side of the bedroom wall as Jon fucked her brains out had been torture.

"Look, Kat...you know that I appreciate a good woman as much as I love a horny guy. If you're that desperate...why not let me take a whack at you?"
 
Kat blushed furiously at Caroline's suggestion and she took another drink of Jack to calm her budding excitement and nerves.

"'Cause you know I've always been too chicken," she mumbled softly, trying to disguise the blushing. Maybe it was the Jack. . . Nah, Kat was embarrassed that her best friend knew her so well when it came to things like this.

"I mean, if it's with a girl, I'd rather it be with you," she confessed. "I trust you with my life, Caroline, you know that. And. . . I'd rather do it with someone I trust."
 
Carrie's jaw almost dropped as Kat made that confession. It certainly got things running in her brain and she smiled slightly.

"I'd love to teach you, sweetie." She said softly as she saw the blush start to creepy along Kat's tanned skin. "Look, we can experiment and have some fun. Nothing between us will change unless we want it to."

She could still see the nerves showing as Kat slugged another drink of Jack. That got the gears turning in her brain and she knew the best way to attack this situation.

"Tell you what. Go and get that slutty skirt and that new red top, Kitty-Kat. We'll go get some Chinese takeout and stake out Jon's work. We can talk more about things that way and have a little fun."
 
Kat grinned at Carrie's nickname for her. "You're driving," she said, tossing the keys to her best friend's car to her as she made her way to her bedroom.

Kathleen, what the fuck are you thinking? her heart screamed at her. You love Jon!

"Yes, but does Jon love me?" she asked her heart as she slipped into her new skirt and the new red top, ditching her bra and slipping into the red top. She couldn't wear a bra with this shirt, it wouldn't fit otherwise. It wasn't meant for a bra anyways.

She needed this time with Carrie anyways. The two hadn't done much together the past couple weeks, partially because of a giant paper that Kat had to do for abnormal psychology and because of Kat's slowly disappearing sex life. It'd be good to have girl time.

And if they do decide to do things with each other? She grinned at the thought of Jon walking in on the two girls as they were fucking. It'd serve him right.

She came out and slipped on a pair of black high heels. "Ready, hon?" she asked.
 
"Just waiting on you. You take forever to get dressed." Carrie teased as she led the way down to her car. "And if he doesn't think that you're perfectly fuckable in this outfit, there is something seriously wrong with the boy."

She winked at Kat as she opened the passenger door first and then hurried around to the driver's side. "Has anyone ever told you that you think entirely too much about situations? I heard you talking to yourself in the bedroom. Just loosen up and have a little fun, Kitty-Kat. Or else, I'm just going to make you have some fun without your permission."

With that, she sped from her parking spot and turned onto the main road, laughing with her best friend as they stopped first to get some food and then found a nice shaded spot in the parking lot of Jon's work.
 
Kat laughed as she chowed down on her beef lo mein. "So, earlier, when you said, that you will 'make me have some fun without my permission', what exactly did you mean? Tie me down and have your way with me?" she teased, knowing it was within the realm of possibilities. "If so, I can always get some gear from Jon." She bit viciously into her egg roll.
 
"Why? Does that get the juices flowing?" Carrie asked as she bit into a crab wanton. "Cause trust me, Kitty-Kat, what Jon might have done to you is nothing compared to what I can do."

She looked over at her friend and giggled softly. "I mean it, Kat. You're a beautiful lady. You deserve someone who can love and cherish you while satisfying all your dirty and slutty needs. Your poor little pussy shouldn't be left on the shelf for so long."
 
Kat gave a warm and appreciating smile at Carrie. "Thanks, sweetie. That means a lot," she said, nibbling on a Chinese doughnut.

"Besides, are you sure about that?" she teased her friend, almost challenging her. "Jon can get pretty fierce in the sheets when he wants to be- or when I've been naughty enough for it." She giggled at a memory. "Especially where a nice thick felt paddle is concerned."
 
"Trust me. He looks like a choir boy compared to some of the things I've done." Carrie said with a grin.

She leaned across the seat and pressed her lips against Kat's ear. "Put that food down and pull that skirt up your thighs. I want to see what panties you put on while you were taking so long to get dressed."
 
Kat looked over at her friend, fire lighting up her eyes. "Or you'll do what?" she asked daringly, shoving a giant forkful of beef lo mein in her mouth in front of Carrie.
 
"Or I'll pull you over my knee and spank that ass until it's red." Carrie murmured, her teeth catching her friend's earlobe and giving it a sharp tug. "Besides, if you're good, Kitty-Kat, I'll make sure that you have the first screaming orgasm you've had in a long time."
 
Kat raised an eyebrow, giving a soft gasp when her friend nipped and tugged on her earlobe. Slowly, she set her food on the dashboard before hiking her skirt up to around her waist, showing off the V string black panties with the words "Bad Girl" embroidered on them in blood red thread. She looked at Carrie, wondering what was going through her mind.
 
Carrie glanced down at the black panties with bad girl written across them. She couldn't help the little laugh that left her lips. She had never known Kat to be this desperate before, and while it was amusing to a point, it was sad that things had gotten this far.

"Lose the panties, Kitty-Kat." She said softly, running her tongue along the shell of her ear. "Toss them in the backseat and then spread those thighs for me. I want to see how wet that poor little pussy is."
 
Kat shivered as Carrie traced the shell of her ear, whispering those commands. She slowly slipped the panties off and tossed them into the backseat. She then spread her thighs.

Her pussy was freshly shaved and waxed, the pink lips laying open and invitingly, swollen in desire. Her juices gathered and were smeared, making her honeyhole, and her little clit was engorged beyond belief.

She looked at Carrie once more, feeling her nipples get hard underneath her shirt.
 
"Look how turned on you are, Kitty-Kat." Carrie teased, encouraging Kat to look down at her pussy all splayed in the sunlight. "Is that because of little old me? I want to hear you say it, Kat. Say it nicely and I'll give you a little surprise."
 
Kat nodded and bit her lip. She was in new territory, and while it terrified her, the excitement of what was happening quickly caught up with her.

"Yes, I'm horny because of you, Carrie," she said softly, blushing slightly as she said it. She continued to look down at her engorged and swollen pussy, the sunlight highlighting her juices.
 
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