Sally was enjoying being single. It had been six months now since the last disastrous relationship and it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It had been hard to begin with but she had kept to her vow not to leap straight back into another man’s arms despite feeling quite lonely to begin with, especially when she saw all her friends settling down into cosy coupledom.
But now the loneliness had worn off and she had begun to feel much better about herself, freer, more content in her own company. It was the longest she had been without a boyfriend since she was sixteen and it felt great. Of course she missed the sex - but in some ways even that she had found better on her own, not worrying how anyone else was feeling, setting her own pace.
If only she'd known before how good going solo could be - she could be so indulgent.
She loved to take her time, make an evening of it, lying back with some nice music on, her bedroom filled with candles and the scent of essential oils, just soaking up the sheer sensuality of it. She would smoke a joint as part of this ritual then lie back on her pillows and slowly caress her body, stroking her arms at first then over her breasts and down across her stomach.
When she couldn't take any more of this teasing her hand would plunge between her legs, dipping into her wetness and spreading it onto her clit, her fingers moving quickly to bring her to the edge. When she felt her climax creep up she would let it subside resuming the caresses once again, twirling her fingers through her soft triangle of hair. Three or four times she would bring herself to this point feeling her heart-racing and then allowing it to recede in currents of pleasure.
Then instead of frantically finishing herself off she would make the tiniest movements of her finger on her clit, little volts sparking through her stomach and chest. And then the orgasm would grow within her, gaining in magnitude until it crashed over her like a breaking wave.
Being single also meant she could go away any time she wanted - and with anyone she felt like. Her last boyfriend hadn't really liked Kay and so it had been a while since Sally had seen her. She had been one of the first people to call after he had left and since then Sally had seen her every couple of weeks or so.
They got on so well - much better than they had at University when they shared a house together. Kay had seemed much more distant then, more preoccupied with her course and her friends at home but they had kept in touch nevertheless.
Nowadays she was one of the warmest, funniest people Sally knew and so she had decided it would be a good idea if the two of them went away for the weekend to a little village by the sea near where she had grown up.
They had arrived at the cottage the day before, both of them bowled over by the view over the bay, the house was perched on the slope that ran down to the harbour. They had a room each; Sally's looked down over the roofs of the other cottages out over the sea. It was unbelievably lovely - the freshness of the air, the gulls squawking and diving among the boats moored off shore, the sun glinting off the waves.
After a meal that night they had both gone to bed tired and content. Sally lay in bed awake though - she wanted to finish the day off in style but she wanted to make sure she didn't disturb Kay.
She lay there for what felt like an hour or two, running her hands over herself in the dark, rubbing her fanny until her juices soaked her bush and her thighs. She had plenty of time to fantasise, wanting to be sure that Kay was asleep before she finally gave herself relief - she had brought a small vibrator with her. It was one of the quieter types but she wanted to make sure Kay didn't hear - and tonight it felt like nothing else would really do the job.
She thought of her last boyfriend - the best of her lovers - how she would sit on his large cock and he would bring her off slowly, rubbing her clit with his thumb while he kissed her; she thought of being taken by more than one man, completely filled, lying there while they satisfied her; and then she thought of Kay.
How soft she would feel as Sally licked her slowly, feeling her tongue trace the engorged lips, she wanted to be inside her, sensing her movements as her pleasure grew, feeling her shudder as she came, her long red hair spilling over the pillow. And thinking all this Sally couldn't hold back - she put the vibrator inside her dripping hole and turned it on as hard as would go, gasping as her orgasm took hold.
*****
The next morning Sally felt very calm. Kay suggested they go out for a long walk around the coast. They were both exhausted on their return and Sally took a long bath while Kay read downstairs.
She was drying herself off when Kay came in wearing a towel. Sally was naked but she didn't mind, she thought Kay had just popped in to borrow something. She stood there looking at Sally, her hair caught in the light from the setting sun.
"Sally. I. don't really know how to say this. I heard you last night."
Sally suddenly felt her face colour; she was expecting Kay to start laughing at her any minute. Oh well at least they could have a joke about it together.
".This is so difficult." Kay continued, "but I need to tell you this."
But Instead of carrying on Kay walked over to Sally and leaned toward her and kissed her firmly. It was as though they melted into one another; Sally's mouth opened and she took Kay's tongue into her, the arousal gushing through her. Their hands began to explore one another's bodies. then Kay broke away.
"I'm sorry. I was just so turned on listening to you last night." She smiled, realising that Sally was as into this as she was. "Turn around" she said, twirling her fingers.
Then as Sally stood looking out to the sea she felt Kay's hands on her shoulders resting gently. Then she felt the soft, warm moisture of lips kissing her neck and the gentle impression of two hard nipples pressing into her back.
Kay carried on kissing, her tongue flicking over Sally's neck making the soft, blonde hairs elevate, her teeth making small bites as she moved down her back. Sally tingled with the touch - her own nipples tightening so much they felt frozen. Kay moved her hands in parallel over Sally's shoulders and arms barely grazing the skin, moving down to her elbows and then across to the soft sides of her abdomen, leaving a trail of goose bumps.
Sally felt Kay's pubic bone push against her and a rush of heat filled her cunt. Kay placed her hands slowly - one over Sally's black mound of hair the fingers running through, tugging lightly - how did she know that she liked that? The other moved upward, cupping her breasts, one after the other, then tweaking her nipples, the fingertips rubbing over the hard nubs. Their bodies pressed close to one another as Sally leaned back to pull Kay toward her.
Sally turned round - Kay's long red hair shone fiery in the beach light, her broad sensuous mouth smiling even more invitingly. Sally smiled back feeling charged, a pulse of sexual energy filling her.
She felt radiant and full of desire. She wanted to touch Kay, to push her fingers into her, to feel the slickness of her cunt on her lips, most of all to see her face dissolve into orgasm, into the endless pleasure she knew she could provide - was so desperate for now she could hardly bear it.
Kay moved toward her and they embraced, their breasts pushed together as they sighed into one another again. Kay's head was on her shoulder, a red halo shining from her hair. It was so long and soft, like lamb's wool. Sally could feel her breath blowing from her nose as their tongues intertwined - and then she felt Kay's hand moving between her legs, one finger gently marking the divide of her lips. It slipped in easily and she felt it probing among her intimate folds, so juicy inside her.
The redhead knelt in front of her - Sally loved the honey-tone of her skin, the dusting of freckles on her shoulders and her smell. Kay kissed her stomach, then around her pubes all the while moving deeper with her fingers.
"Hold yourself open for me," said Kay, pushing Sally back against the chest of drawers in the window. Sally half knelt to let Kay push her mouth into her more easily, pulling back her swollen labia with both hands so Kay's slippery tongue could have easy access to her clit. Her nipples ached wonderfully now - Kay's tongue felt so good. Her climax felt like something snapped inside her and she would have fallen had Kay not held onto her, keeping her face there until Sally couldn't stand it anymore.
"That was amazing," she said, crashing on to the bed. Kay landed next to her planting small kisses on her face. "What about me then?" she frowned jokingly. Sally was so blissed out she'd forgotten about her friend's pleasure. "Why don't you get out the toy you were using last night?"
Kay knelt up and reached back to pull her labia apart, her face buried in the pillow. "Take me like this," she said. Sally felt another rush of arousal as she looked at Kay's lovely arse, the ruddy lips glistening with juice, her delicious pink arsehole puckered up in front of her. Sally wasn't sure what Kay would like at first so she delved in with her tongue, lapping at Kay's clit, which seemed tantalising out of reach in this position.
She pushed her fingers into her and Kay pushed back, moving round them, expanding to take them further into her. She moaned and reached under herself to play with her clitoris, her buttocks gyrating round the four fingers that were jammed into her.
"Now the vibrator," gasped Kay. Sally couldn't think how she would fit it in at first then she realised what Kay wanted. Flicking it on with her free hand Sally licked along its length then eased it slowly into Kay's arsehole; Kay tensed up then groaned as it slipped further inside her. It was only a matter of seconds until Kay suddenly jerked her head up and let out a low moan, turning so she could watch Sally as she came.
"That was wonderful," said Sally, sliding herself slowly out of Kay's satisfied body. "I could watch you all night."
"Don't worry," said Kay. "We're not finished yet."
END OF PART ONE.