It’s an odd feeling watching your childhood friend kiss another woman.
Believe me, I found that out a few months after my friend has gotten a divorce that she had recently begun dating another woman. She was nervous when she first sat me down to tell me that. But she said she was glad I handled it well and that I didn’t judge her about her personal choice. The truth is, I just wanted her to be happy, but I did think the whole situation was a little strange. I had always wondered if this other woman was the reason why my friend got a divorce in the first place, but she remained vague about it.
My childhood friend, Katie, is a very prudish and demure middle-aged woman at 45 years old. She has blond hair, fair skin, with a slender body and a pretty face. So I was surprised when I was first introduced to her girlfriend, Angela, for the very first time because of how different she was compared to Katie. Angela was an incredibly sexy 36 year old brunette with a well-tanned athletic body and has curves which no man could resist. They also had different lifestyles as well, with Angela being an outgoing fitness trainer, and Katie being a modest English professor at the university I attended.
One thing was clear, they really loved each other. My childhood friend would always invite her to dinner at our house and they always had a great time talking and laughing. They became even closer as time went on. It was also clear that Katie was the submissive one in their relationship. She would always go out of her way to make sure Angela was happy and really did a lot for her. I tried not to think of what their sex life was like, but, well, some things are unavoidable…
A loud noise courtesy of our next-door neighbor had woken me up at night. It was around 11pm. What kept me from going right back to sleep was noticing that the light was still on in our house. ‘Odd,’ I thought to myself. Katie and Angela were staying at my house for a couple of months while they waited for remodeling to be done on their house. Katie was never up this late, especially on a weeknight. I just figured that she must still be with Angela who was over for dinner this evening. I didn’t want to go back to sleep. I couldn’t. My curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to see what they might be doing.
Deep down I knew what they were doing- it was obvious. But I couldn’t help myself. So I proceeded quietly down the hall and slowly down the dark stairway before seeing the two of them.
There I saw my highly educated and respectable childhood friend on her knees with her face buried in her girlfriend’s crotch.
Katie was topless. Her sweater and bra were neatly placed on the same couch that her girl friend was sitting on. From my angle, I could only see my friend’s pale white back and the side of one of her breasts. And the only thing I could see of her breast was that it sagged while she was leaning forward.
Angela, on the other hand, was only naked from the waist down. Her jeans and panties were tossed on the floor leaving her muscular thighs and vagina exposed for consumption. She was leaning back on the couch with her eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure she was receiving as she ran her fingers through Katie’s wavy blond hair.
She opened her eyes to watch Katie’s tongue lapping over her labia and clitoris; seeing the control she had over her. I could even hear the slurping and sucking sounds that were being made down there.
It didn’t take long for Angela to catch me in the corner of her eyes and turn her full attention towards me. We were both in a state of utter surprise; I caught them in the middle of a sex act in our house, and she caught me spying on them. We both froze for a brief moment. I didn’t know how to react, and by the look on her face, neither did she. And of course Katie was completely oblivious to all of this as she continued her work on the vagina presented in front of her. I had a strong urge to just turn around run back to my room, but that would mean making enough noise for people to know I was there.
Suddenly, a small grin appeared on Angela’s face along with a lustful gleam in her eyes. Me watching them was now making her more aroused than she already was. It was the final act of sexual dominance. It was as if Angela was getting off knowing that someone was witnessing her being degraded in such a manner that a woman of her stature shouldn’t be in.
She took her eyes off me and leaned forward, whispering gently, “That’s it. Lick it faster. I’m almost there.”
Katie listened as she picked up the pace that her tongue and mouth were moving in. Angela’s breaths became deeper as she started squirming where she sat. She leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes once again. She was clearly approaching an orgasm. I can only imagine what was going through her head as she slowly started to shiver. She was cumming, and in my friend’s mouth of all places.
She shivered for a few moments before eventually settling her body down. She laid there, enjoying the bliss she was feeling, before sitting up and giving Katie a big kiss on the mouth.
With that, I quietly made my exit back to my room.
That night marked the first time that I had ever masturbated thinking about my childhood friend. I couldn’t help it. I found myself overwhelmed seeing her being used for sexual pleasure and her enjoying every second of it. Before that, I had never seen or heard her in any sexual setting. It was as if she had been sexless and a perfect example of morality. But all of that changed now and I never looked at her in the same way. And that’s what made it so exciting for me to fantasize about her.
It became a dark little secret that only her girlfriend and I knew about. She would wink at me as she kissed Katie when she didn’t know I was looking, as if to tease me, flaunt their love life in my face, and to remind me of me of that fateful night. But she didn’t need to; the sight of them in the middle of a sex act was something I never would have forgotten anyways.
I was coming home early from an outing, and I thought that Angela and Katie were both still at work. That was why I was surprised when I noticed Angela’s car parked in the driveway. I didn’t think much of it since it was in the morning and that might have been planning on going out someplace together. But then again, they were expecting to have the place all to themselves since I never thought to call ahead of time to tell her I would be back early, so who knows what they could have been up to.
I grabbed my things from the car and made my way through the front door, not knowing if I would be walking in on the middle or something or not.
The house was filled with silence as I walked in. Then, I saw her. I saw Angela completely naked in the kitchen as she came to check on the sound of me entering. We both stood there for a moment with the same deer-in-the-headlights look in each of our faces from this surprise.
I couldn’t help but to admire her beautifully formed athletic body for the brief seconds it took her to grab the nearest apron and use it to cover herself with. She had the perfect balance of muscle tone and curves which kept her feminine appeal. Her breasts looked like perfectly shaped c-cups with large brown nipples on each of them. Her vagina was cleanly shaven making her large labia clearly visible from where she stood.
“What the hell are you doing here Henry?” she said in a scolding manner while trying to keep her voice down at the same time. “I didn’t think that you’d be back from your trip until later.”
“The weather forced us to come back earlier. Jeez, I didn’t think I’d need permission to come back to my own home,” I replied.
“Keep it down…”
“Oh, of course, and she’s obviously expecting you right now,” I whispered back. “I better go and let you two get back to what you were doing.”
That same sexual grin she had on her face a month ago when I saw them on the couch re-appeared on her face, and she said, “On second though, why don’t you stay for a while? I was about to bring some food for me and Katie to use in the bedroom. But I think bringing you instead might be a little more fun, don’t you think?”