Okay, so the longest day on record was finally over. The phone wouldn’t stop ringing and the papers were still piled on her desk at 5:00, but it was over. She grabbed a beer from the fridge and flipped on her stereo. As she flopped down on the couch she reached over and hit the button on her laptop. Ah, the official start of the weekend.
The first drink of the ice cold beer went down so easily. It tasted so incredible; it didn’t take long for her to empty the can. She checked out the window and saw her ten year old son playing with the neighborhood boys so she took another from the fridge and popped the top. Three new emails: one from her mom and two from work friends, mostly just bad jokes.
Her instant message tone sounded. Becky. It was Becky that kept her sanity in check when she went through her divorce three months ago. She loved Becky. Even though they hadn’t seen each other for so long, she could tell her friend anything.
By phone or computer, Becky was always there. She had been such a good friend in high school. It made her sad to think they hadn’t seen each other in years. Between work and helping her son adjust to a new school, a new town and the divorce in general, she didn’t have a whole lot of time for herself. Thank goodness for her laptop, the only way she kept in touch with anyone lately.
Bec: Hi honey.
Me: It's my girl!
Me: Everything going ok?
Bec: Yes it is
Me: Excellent
Bec: What you been up to?
Me: I watched The Hunger last night
Me: Love vampires
Bec: That’s an old flick
Bec: I do like vampires though
Me: I love em. Every fantasy I have involves a vampire of sorts
Bec: I think you need new fantasies
Me: I love Halloween, I can’t wait. Forget who you are and just assume another identity
Bec: I don’t need Halloween, I am the consummate role player all the time
Me: No, not like that
Me: I can be a real live vampire
Me: No one cares or judges
Bec: Well, yeah
Me: I vant to bite your neck
Bec: Ok
Bec: Feel free
Bec: Vampires are erotic as hell, and I have a VERY sensitive neck
Me: Yahhhahhhahh, she gave an evil laugh.
Bec: Ohhhhhhhhh, shivers ran down my back.
Me: You ain’t had shivers yet
Bec: My breath caught in the back of my throat. What can she have in store for me, I wondered? She was always a good friend...does she have designs to be a lover, too? I shivered in anticipation.
Bec: See, I’m good at this
Me: Yes you are
Me: Hold on, I can do this
Becky had told her before about her chat conversations with men on the computer. Some of them were down right nasty. Her mind began to form a scenario. She had written some erotica before and felt some of it was pretty good for an amateur. It would be like typing out one of her fantasies, only to a good friend rather than just for herself.
Bec: I am waiting with breathless anticipation to find what you have in store for me
She takes another drink of beer for courage as her fingers start to caress the keys.
Me: Perhaps, now was the time. I’ve known her for over 20 years. I have a need and what the hell? The body is covered in nerve endings, who said only a strong hard strapping man could satisfy my hunger?
Bec: After all, friction is friction...besides, the idea of someone so familiar to me, a body I’ve seen innumerable times over the course of the years...now having the freedom to explore it at will...the very thought ignited the nerve endings, and sent a spill of endorphins through my addled brain
Me: The fire was building. I was waiting for approval and permission from my lifelong friend. Would she give it up? I could feel the heat rising in my body.
Bec: Hesitating, I tentatively reach out a hand and gently stroked the hair from my friend's eyes
Me: One kiss, only one, would start the rollercoaster ride of frenzy that could last all night. Her neck, that is the sensitive spot, it would only take one nuzzle, a lick and a soft kiss just at the nape.
Me: A gentle bite, just strong enough to get her attention, but not hard enough to bruise.
Bec: Catching my breath, I wondered where this would lead...but, taking the plunge I leaned in, and gently kissed my friend, lightly nibbling on her bottom lip, stroking the corner of her mouth gently with my tongue, sliding it easily over my friend’s wet cool tongue, feeling it caress mine. Feeling the insatiable brush of her lips, slightly open, allowing my mouth to create a seal against hers. My breath caught in a willing mouth, open to exchange the same air, gently, then, more intense, our mouths press harder. I break the bond to move my lips lower, brushing her skin at the collarbone, tongue flirting with flesh, as an audible moan escapes her lungs. The soft tickle starts with the goose bumps rising on the surface as the sensation deepens. Openly, the awareness of her so close to my body clouds my senses.
Oh God, what a description. How long had it been since she had a kiss, a real soft, deep, melt-in-your-mouth kiss, a year, maybe two? She hadn’t been kissed like that in a very long time.
Her mind went back to her one and only kiss with another woman. She had been in college, before she met her ex-husband. It felt good. She hadn’t kissed a female since.
Me: OMG!
She drained the can of beer. Her imagination, still trying to wrap around the kiss, started a whole new fire.
Bec: Cradling my friend’s face in my hands, I gazed into her eyes and said, ‘say yes’
Me: Omg, you had to do the kiss thing, didn’t you
Me: I need another fucking beer for this, brb
Me: Ok…
Me: my tongue darted in and out in a fluid motion flicking my friend’s tongue, teasingly, it felt so incredible on hers
Me: Softly I whispered on my friend’s lips, ‘yes’
Bec: I told you I do this well
Bec: but you do also
She closed her eyes and thought of Becky. She never really thought of her in this light—
they showered together in gym class for Christ’s sake. She was quite beautiful though, with incredibly full, pouting lips.
Me: My mouth found my friend’s jaw line and I stroked my tongue up to her ear. I delivered slight nibbles to her earlobe, soft kisses to the base where the ear meets the neck. I moved with deliberate grace, around to the front of her neck ever so slowly. My teeth teased the soft skin, beckoning response as my hands entwined in her hair, gently pulling it back to expose the smooth flesh I desired. My mouth was alive, exploring every inch of her throat. My tongue darted around, tickling the sensitive nerve endings that were so close to the surface.
Bec: mmmmmmmm
Bec: Slowly, gently, my hand curved over my friend’s breast, feeling the warmth and the softness that was strange yet familiar at the same time
Bec: Gently, my thumb grazed the nipple through the soft t-shirt that was really no barrier at all
Bec: Feeling the hardening, knowing that I was, in fact, able to bring pleasure to another woman
Me: It had been such a long time since anyone had made me feel this excited, I shivered under the heat of my friend’s hand
Me: My body was on fire as I pressed closer and harder against my friend, my hands traced the curves of her body, down her sides and over her hips
Me: My mouth was alive on her delicate skin
Me: Biting hard
Bec: mmmmmmmmmm
Me: The passion was building, everything I was taught as a child meant nothing, it only excited me more to think it was wrong
Bec: Slowly, slowly, searching her eyes for permission, I raised the t-shirt and pulled it over her head. My tongue began making soft licking motions on my friend’s flesh
Bec: Gently working my way down past her collar bone
Bec: Giving little nuzzles and gently biting
Bec: Working ever so slowly down to her breasts
Me: Bite me hard, I whispered. My breath purred from my lungs
Bec: Licking the dark circle around the outside, feeling the soft heaviness
Bec: but avoiding the nipple, even though I so badly wanted to suck it with all my might
Me: I could feel the goose bumps start to rise on my skin and my body shuddered involuntarily
Bec: Instead, I decided to take my time, build the fire
Bec: I licked and then blew softly, feeling the flesh raise
Bec: Finally, after not being able to resist any more I moved my mouth over the center, and began to suckle
Me: I was dying inside, beckoning her to lick and bite harder and faster on my skin
Bec: I ignored her pleas and licked her softly, gently nibbling at first, then taking her nipple, I pushed it against the roof of my mouth as I stroked the bottom with my tongue with greater force and passion, biting hard
Her imagination could actually feel Becky’s mouth. She felt a tickle start deep in her stomach and inch down, feeding the tingles that were already forming between her thighs. Was this cybering? She had talked with guys in chat rooms before, they told her they masturbated to what she said to them, but did they really? What they typed out on the screen never really did much for her. Or maybe this excited her because it was Becky. Was she making herself so incredibly aroused by just typing out words to her girlfriend?
Me: My skin felt as if lighting had struck
Me: The electricity intensified throughout my body
Me: I showed my appreciation by running my hands over her naked shoulders and through her hair
Me: massaging her neck
Bec: mmmmmmmmm
Me: I reached down and undid the hook on my friend’s bra
Bec: Finally sated, I released the nipple, but then turned my attention to the other one
Bec: I never before realized how erotic the taste of a woman’s flesh could be
Me: My friend’s breasts rubbed gently against my stomach as she delivered incredible sensations to my body
Me: I ran my hands through her hair and gently pulled the tresses, looking down I could see my friend's hungry mouth sucking at my skin. I wanted to melt into her mouth.
Bec: mmmmm
She had better end it, but she didn’t want to. How far would Becky go with this? She heard her son come in the back door and sitting there having virtual sex with her girlfriend from high school was not something she wanted him to see.
Me: OMG Becky, so this is cybering, huh?
Bec: I told you, you could be good at this
Bec: This shit is hot, I think I need a shower
Me: I hate to end it, but I have to go make supper
Bec: Okay, love you
Me: Love you too, later
Bec: Later
Her mind slowly worked its way down from fever to a simple aroused state as she finished her beer and started frying hamburgers on the stove. Becky was amazing, but she wasn’t sure if this was something she wanted to get addicted to, and she could see how easily that could happen.
Having someone tell her all the things she wanted to hear, talking to her like she was desirable, showing attention, making her feel so incredibly sexy. Oh yes, that could definitely become addictive indeed. It would probably be awhile before she succumbed to the on-line chat, but then again it was just a click away.
Originally published January 2009