
Five years ago, I was carrying my groceries to the car in the parking lot when
I crashed into another woman loaded down with the same. We both started to
apologize, then shrieked with delight and embraced.
Connie had been my best friend. We grew up together and had known each other
for nearly twenty years, even though we’d sort of lost touch a couple of years
back. We went to high school together and even lost our cherries to the same
guy! Boy, those were the days.
She and her husband had moved just a few blocks from where my husband, Eddie,
and I lived, so I followed her back to their place. She got out a bottle of
Harvey’s Bristol Cream to celebrate, and soon we were sitting on the settee,
drinking and giggling, carrying on just like it used to be.
Suddenly, Connie leaned forward and asked, “Is Eddie any good, you know, in
bed? I mean, do you have an orgasm when you fuck?”
It wasn’t like Connie to be so bold, but I answered her anyway.”Sure,” I said,
“most times. How about you and Frank?”
“Oh,” gushed Connie, “Frank is a
sex maniac and wants it all the time. “She giggled. “Do you want to know
what he does?”
“Sure.”
“He does this,” she continued and put her hand to my lap, pressing into my
pubes. I felt her finger rubbling my slit through my skirt and both of us
burst out laughing. She continued her demonstration of Frank’s tactics by
squeezing my now swelling pussy lips.eone been so
wrong.