Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 00:33:03 +0100
From: Hecate <hecate@newsguy.com>
Subject: Good Friends Are Hard to Find (MF, FF, oral, F solo, Rom)

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Good Friends are Hard to Find (MF, FF, oral, F solo, 
slow)

By Hecate (hecate@newsguy.com)

(1)

Rape.  Elaine couldn't forget what happened two years 
ago.  But she refused to dwell on the details.  It was 
not just something she didn't want to do - it was 
something she didn't dare do.  Like most of ours, Elaine's 
memory had become blurred around the edges - no one 
wants to remember the bad things that happen to them 
and, thankfully, the brain does seem able to lose those 
sorts of memories.  But, Elaine could remember the fear, 
the loathing, the disgust - the emotions surfaced 
sometimes, in the middle of the night, and she would 
wake up fearful and crying, sobbing at...what? She 
didn't remember. 

It hadn't helped that he was her boyfriend.  She should 
have guessed the possibility.   One day, they had been 
in the kitchen. She was making some coffee, he was 
chopping some vegetables.  They started to argue, as 
they had done more and more often and when it got to 
screaming pitch, he'd thrown the knife and it grazed her 
arm.  She was shocked, almost rigid, and though he said 
afterward that it was a mistake and told her how much he 
loved her, it nagged at her ever afterward.  But, she 
thought it was just a one-off incident, that nothing 
like that could ever happen again.  He loved her, right?  
And she loved him - nothing like that had *ever* 
happened before, so why should it happen again?  It 
didn't.  Instead, on that awful night two years ago, she 
had had a hard day and just wanted to sleep.  He wanted 
something else.

She thought that the betrayal was probably the worst 
thing.  All through her life she felt that she had been 
let down by those closest to her.  Even at school she 
was bullied because of her intelligence and success.  
She ended up feeling very much alone.

Still, she was alive, and physically healthy, and almost 
straightaway after the incident (she couldn't bear to 
use the R word) she'd met a woman, who had befriended 
her.  About a year ago, they decided to rent a flat 
together, and Elaine felt more secure now than she'd 
ever done.  They almost always went out together now, 
and Elaine felt closer to her than anyone.  Sandra was 
someone Elaine admired.  She was intelligent, sassy, 
dressed sexily, and went anywhere she wanted.  Unlike 
Elaine.  Elaine had been a quiet person, even before 
'it' - now she was wary, and sometimes frightened.  But 
Sandra had made her a lot more positive than she was 
immediately afterward.

Tonight, Sandra was taking her to a nightclub where they 
could drink, dance and enjoy themselves.  And, if Elaine 
was right, where Sandra could pick someone up.  It had 
become a habit recently.  Sandra did not seem to want a 
steady relationship with anyone, other than the 
relationship she had with Elaine.  They both got ready 
for about eight.  They thought they would go to a 
restaurant first, then on to the nightclub.  Sandy had 
dressed in her usual way - a skimpy red dress, low cut 
and short-skirted, with a pair of three-inch heels.  The 
dress complemented Sandra's fiery red hair and twinkling 
green eyes.  Elaine, a brunette, had also dressed in her 
usual fashion - a high-necked white blouse and knee-
length dark skirt, with a pair of almost-flat shoes.

They had a quiet dinner at the restaurant, using the time 
to chat about anything and everything, companionably 
enjoying each other's company. Both women found it easy 
to talk to each other, seeming to be on the same 
wavelength, and revelled in the freedom of being able to 
tell the other anything.

At the end of the meal, even Elaine felt happy.  She was 
finding her emotional feet again, because of Sandra.  They 
left, and walked to the nightclub, which was only a couple 
of streets away.  As they entered the noise filled the air 
and they could feel the throbbing of the music through the 
floor.  They managed to find a table at the back of the room 
and Sandra went to get the drinks.  Elaine was still not 
comfortable with contact with other people, though she 
always felt safe in a crowd.

They sat sipping their drinks and watching the people on 
the dance floor.  Elaine because she loved to see people 
enjoying themselves, Sandra because she was looking for 
tonight's target.  For the first couple of times they 
would dance together, as always.  Elaine was a sort of 
cover for Sandra while she took a closer look.  Then 
Elaine would sit and watch while Sandra moved in.  
Elaine thought that sometime she would like to be able 
to feel the freedom that Sandra had, but contented 
herself with just enjoying the atmosphere whilst 
watching her friend manouevre into position. 

Tonight, Sandra had picked a muscular-looking man, quite 
dark-complexioned, who seemed to move very sinuously.  He 
was tall and slim and even Elaine thought he was 
handsome.  Elaine watched the two bump into each other 
(a favourite trick of Sandra's) and begin to talk while 
they danced.  Elaine knew that, later, Sandra would 
explain that she had a flat mate, but that they lived 
separate lives, and that it would be no problem for the 
man to come back to the flat.  Sandra always watched to 
see the man's reaction.  Once, she had picked up someone 
who had got the wrong idea, and thought that they were 
both on offer.  They had nearly had to call the police 
to get rid of him.  But, Sandra was very good now at 
selecting her 'date'.

Elaine watched as Sandra had several dances with the 
man.  When the slow dancing began the lights lowered, 
but Elaine could still see Sandra's and the man's hands 
moving over each other.  Eventually, they both came to 
the table.  Sandra introduced the man as "Tom".  
Probably as in 'cat', thought Elaine, but she knew that 
was probably what Sandra wanted, so kept her thoughts to 
herself.  Sandra winked at her and asked, 
ostentatiously, if it was OK for her to bring Tom back 
tonight.  Elaine smiled, said "of course", and said she 
hoped they wouldn't mind if she went to bed early.  Tom 
looked very pleased at this suggestion, so Elaine knew 
Sandra had got it right again.

After another drink they left the nightclub, flagged 
down a taxi, and went home.  Tom paid for the taxi, 
which pleased Elaine, and the three went upstairs to the 
flat.  One warm drink later, Elaine was in bed and 
Sandra had Tom to herself in the lounge.  Elaine lay in 
bed for a while, hearing their voices, but as the voices 
became subdued, Elaine drifted off to sleep.

Sandra was pleased with her choice.  Muscular, Tom was, 
but he was quite gentle too, especially as he was 
only 26.   Surprisingly mature for a male his age, she 
thought.  She let him make the first move, feeling that 
he would probably prefer it.  As they chatted he used 
the old 'arm round the shoulder' trick, but she didn't 
mind - some things never changed, she smiled to herself.
As they got closer, he leant over and gently kissed her 
on the lips.  She reciprocated, and they began a little 
duel of tongues.  As they did so, his arm slid down onto 
her breast, and stroked it, gently.  Sandra, already in 
the mood, as she had been for hours, placed her hand 
over his and pushed it into her breast.  He took the 
hint and began to squeeze her breast, and stroke firmly 
over her nipple, through her dress.  Sandra deliberately 
slid backwards on the sofa, pulling Tom down on top of 
her.  

They kissed vigorously and, now he had been 
encouraged, Tom became bolder.  One hand remained behind 
her head, while the other slid caressingly down her body 
to the hem of her skirt.  His fingers slid upward again, 
slowly, underneath her skirt.  He stroked the insides of 
her thighs, lightly, causing a frisson of pleasure to 
shiver up her body. He slid his hand further up, almost 
touching her panties. Then he extended his index finger 
so that he was *just* stroking the line where her 
slightly damp panties were sticking to her pussy.  It 
almost tickled, but it inflamed her at the same time.  
By now, Sandra was ready for something more.  She 
whispered in his ear that they should go to her bedroom, 
before she got too excited to care, and they got up and 
hurried to her room.

In her bedroom, they hurriedly stripped and lay down 
face to face, kissing passionately, their hands roaming 
over each other's body, stoking up a fiery eroticism in 
them both.  Sandra began to stroke Tom's cock, holding 
it in her hand and gently squeezing, then fondling up 
and down the shaft. She idly wondered, while she was 
doing this, if she should go down on him first.  She 
hated it if the men she was with didn't last very long, 
and the younger they were the more they seemed to have 
this problem.  Still, Tom seemed to be containing 
himself for now.  On the other hand, Tom had first begun 
to kiss, lick and suck on her breasts, but was now 
sliding downward and 69 was her favourite number!

As Tom slid down she turned herself so that they were 
face-to-groin.  She looked at his penis, straight and 
erect, and put her hand around it, beginning the up and 
down stroking again.  Then she turned slightly, and 
closed her mouth round the bulbous head.

Tom, in the meantime, had begun a slow stroking of her 
inner thighs, gently pushing them apart. Then he moved 
his hand upward, and began stroking her, gradually 
pushing one finger into her.  She squirmed as she felt 
his finger enter her and spasmed slightly as she felt 
his tongue lick upwards to her clitoris.

Sandra began licking the rim of Tom's penis, and then 
started to just caress the area at the back of the head, 
where, she had found from experience, it was 
particularly sensitive.  She moved her hand down to the 
base of Tom's penis and began moving her head slowly up 
and down, taking more and more of it inside her mouth.

Tom moved slightly, so that he could use both hands.  
Distracted as he was beginning to be, he moved an arm 
over Sandra and began to caress between her buttocks, 
gently teasing her anus.  His other hand was still 
stroking two fingers in and out of Sandra's vagina, 
while his tongue was gently flicking the top of her 
clitoris.

Sandra felt the muscles at the base of his penis begin 
to throb, and she felt an increase of fluid in her 
mouth.  She pressed gently on his penis with her thumb, 
to delay the approaching explosion.  Still, she pumped 
up and down on his penis, using her tongue to caress all 
around the almost bursting head of his penis.  She felt 
him begin to buck slightly, and placed one hand on his 
buttocks, pushing him towards her.

Tom was now vigorously licking and sucking Sandra's 
clitoris.  She was trembling with lust as he stroked and 
played with her vagina and clitoris.  He felt he was so 
close to the edge himself, and he wanted to make her 
come first.  But he was not so experienced as Sandra, 
who had lifted her thumb off the base of his penis, and 
was sucking him into her mouth faster and faster.  
Suddenly, he gushed into her mouth, his hips held tight 
to her mouth, but he tried so hard to keep kissing her 
clitoris.  He managed it for long enough to feel Sandra 
tensing and shivering as she came.

They lay there for a few minutes, then Sandra pushed Tom 
on his back and began mouthing his penis again.  He lay 
there, enjoying the feelings, one hand fondling Sandra's 
pendulous right breast, teasing the nipple.  When he was 
hard, Sandra straddled Tom's body and cautiously lowered 
herself on to his penis. She began, very slowly, to raise 
and lower herself, feeling the hot, throbbing member 
stretch her lips.  She found herself getting very 
quickly excited and began to move up and down much 
faster.  Tom was panting away and she was moaning, 
loudly, as the erotic sensations increased in strength.  
Her senses heightened, she thought she could hear a 
different noise, coming from the room next door.

Elaine had woken up, and heard some noise coming from 
the next room.  Her and Sandra's bedrooms were next to 
each other.  She had often heard things before, but 
tonight, they seemed louder, and in her sleepy state, 
the sounds that were obviously Sandra were starting to 
affect her. Still half-asleep, she started to caress her 
breasts, becoming more and more aroused as she wakened.  
She started to pant heavily as she slid one hand down 
her body to her vagina, and began stroking herself.

Tom slipped one hand round Sandra's buttock and began to 
tease her anus.  With his other hand, he pressed his 
fingers up the front of her vagina.  As Sandra moved up 
and down on his hard shaft, she was also rubbing up and 
down on her clitoris.  Tom felt like he could last for a 
while yet, and was determined that she should come as 
often as possible!  

Sandra felt Tom's hands on her body, and found herself 
reaching a higher level of excitement.  The pressure on 
her clitoris was making her delirious with pleasure, and 
the effect of Tom's finger on her anus was immensely 
arousing as she pushed up and down against it as she 
rode his penis.  She began to come, the waves of delight 
surging through her body, and she began screaming softly 
and then more loudly as she climaxed.  She carried on 
pumping up and down, only faster, moaning all the time.

Elaine heard the noises and realized, now she was fully 
awake, that it was Sandra.  She also found it highly 
erotic.  Her mind filled with sexual imagery, she began 
to stroke her vagina, harder and harder, faster and 
faster while, with her other hand she pinched her 
nipples, almost till it hurt.  She heard Sandra come and 
came almost immediately afterward.  She too, was roaring 
out loud as she came.  She seemed to be frenzied, as she 
continued to rub herself, as hard as she could and as 
fast as she could.

Sandra heard Elaine's screams and it made her feel even 
more aroused, if that were possible. She could feel Tom 
beginning to thrust up on every downward thrust of hers, 
as she began shouting out loud, "Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck me!"  

Elaine heard her, clearly hearing the words now and felt 
the upwelling of another orgasm.  As she heard Sandra 
shrieking with what was yet another climax, she came 
too.  The two women were screaming in unison, their 
faces contorted in the pleasure/pain of orgasm, and Tom, 
realizing what was happening, spurted his juice into 
Sandra, feeling as if he were turning inside out and 
disappearing into her. 

This carried on for another hour or so, until both Sandra 
and Elaine felt their sexual organs and throats were 
raw.  Tom didn't believe that sex could be that good, 
but despite how he felt, Sandra got him to leave at five 
in the morning, and settled down to sleep.  Elaine, once 
the noises had stopped, fell back to sleep, exhausted.



(2)

Elaine got up later than normal for her.  She was still 
feeling tired, both from her sexual antics and the lack 
of sleep.  Still, she smiled to herself, it *was* fun! 
She heard noises from Sandra's bedroom as she got up and 
the door came open slowly.  Sandra looked rather washed 
out, but still beautiful.  She padded naked across the 
floor, towards the kitchen.  Tom had obviously left 
already, as Sandra's 'catches' were prone to do.

"Morning," she mumbled as Elaine's eyes followed her 
across the room.  Elaine cheerily said "Hello", and went 
to the bathroom.  After disposing of last night's 
drinks, she started to shower.  Her nipples still felt 
sensitive, as did her vagina, and she found herself 
getting a little turned on as she washed.  She put on 
her robe and left the bathroom somewhat warmer, and 
damper, than when she had entered.

Sandra was sitting at the breakfast table, still nude, 
eating some muesli.  Elaine made some toast and sat down 
opposite her.

"Nice night," she said, grinning.

Sandra looked up and gave a flashing smile, lighting up 
her face.

"Yep.  A *good* night. Hope we didn't keep you awake?" 
smirked Sandra.

Elaine flushed.  Surely Sandra was too occupied herself 
to hear her, she thought.  

As Sandra reached over for her fruit juice, Elaine 
watched intently as Sandra's left breast dipped into her 
bowl of muesli.

"Yipe!" yelled Sandra as she felt the cold milk on her 
nipple.

Elaine stared as Sandra brushed the milk and muesli off 
her breast, leaving a dark pink and obviously erect 
nipple.  She suddenly realized, after all this time 
that, while she could no longer contemplate sex with a 
man, she was really excited by Sandra.  Without Elaine's 
noticing, their friendship had changed, for her, 
irrevocably.  It was now one of love and lust.  It had 
crept up on her slowly, but after last night, and the 
way she was feeling this morning, she could no longer 
deny it.  The one thing that worried her, though, was 
that if she did anything about the way she felt she 
would lose the best friend she had ever had.

Elaine was still staring at Sandra's breast.  Sandra 
coughed lightly and Elaine started and looked up.  
Sandra was staring intently at her, her eyes wide and 
looking quizzically at her.

Sandra was quiet for a moment and then said, "Did you 
*really* find it that exciting last night?"

Elaine blushed profusely.  So she had heard, she 
thought.  What do I say.? 

She decided on honesty. "Yes, I did.  It was hearing 
you, mainly.  You sounded in such ecstasy, I was 
incredibly aroused myself.  Oh, I've heard you before, 
but I've never felt or reacted like this before.  It 
doesn't affect our relationship. Does it?"

Sandra looked at her and smiled, much to Elaine's 
relief.

"Of course not." Said Sandra.  Then she half stood, and 
leant across the breakfast table.  Sandra put out her 
arm and stroked down the side of Elaine's face.

Elaine felt confused and a little nervous, and said the 
first thing that came into her head.

"Oh, you've d-dipped y-your b-breast in the m-muesli 
again," she nervously stuttered.

Sandra looked down.

"Yes, so I have," she said with a wink.  She sat back in 
the chair.  "Why don't you come round this side and 
clean it up for me?"

Elaine felt herself going very red again.  She couldn't 
help staring at the oats stuck to Sandra's breast, and 
the milk that was starting to run down.  She really 
didn't know what to do.  She sat and thought, quietly, 
but still staring.  Elaine felt her body becoming 
aroused at the sight and the thought of what she could 
do.  She got up from her chair and moved round to the 
same side as Sandra.

Sandra leant back in her chair.  She placed a hand under 
her breast and offered it up for Elaine.  Elaine stared, 
wondering if she should be doing this.  Realizing it was 
what she wanted, she bent at the waist and closed her 
mouth over Sandra's breast, licking at her nipple and 
areola. She was tentative at first, but really started 
to enjoy what she was doing.  The softness of Sandra's 
breast, and the contrasting, hardening nipple, made her 
feel really excited.  She could feel her own nipples 
beginning to harden, and she felt an ache and wetness in 
her groin.

Elaine felt Sandra's other hand slowly sliding up her 
leg.  Sandra was gently stroking upward just above the 
surface of her skin, and Elaine felt the downy hairs 
rise up and tickle, erotically.  Sandra's hand reached 
the top of her thigh and moved round to caress her 
buttock.  Again, Sandra almost touched her skin but not 
quite.  Elaine felt a shiver go through her.  An erotic 
charge produced by another person, which she hadn't felt 
in years.  Sandra's hand moved round in front of Elaine, 
and caressed the front of her thigh.  Pressing on her 
this time, Sandra stroked first the front of her thigh, 
then her inner thigh, just below her very damp vagina.

Elaine lifted her head from Sandra's breast, and looked 
in her eyes.  She saw Sandra's eyes sparkling, and the 
lust behind them. She moved both her hands to caress 
Sandra's breasts, and leant across to kiss her.  Sandra 
welcomed her, open-mouthed.  A long, slow kiss began, 
their tongues intertwining gently, their saliva mixing 
and wetting their lips.  Sandra was pushing her breasts 
into Elaine's hands, while she now had both her hands 
under Elaine's robe.  Sandra clasped Elaine's buttocks, 
pulling Elaine toward her, then moving one hand to 
Elaine's groin.  She began to stroke Elaine's other 
lips, fondling them with her fingers.

Elaine felt so aroused. She couldn't get enough of 
Sandra's breasts.  The feeling was incredible.  Sandra 
pulled her mouth away from Elaine and said, "let's go to 
my bedroom".  The busy fingers on Elaine's labia meant 
she needed no persuading.

"Oh, Sandra, of course." said Elaine

Sandra removed her hand from between Elaine's legs and 
then gently pulled free of Elaine's hands.  She got up 
and led Elaine by the hand to her bedroom.  Elaine 
dropped her robe on the floor, and lay on the bed with 
Sandra.  Sandra got on her knees and straddled Elaine, 
starting to kiss her again, whilst fondling Elaine's 
breasts.  After a short time, Sandra pulled away and 
moved her mouth to Elaine's breasts.  Meanwhile, she 
slid a hand downward and began to feather caress the top 
of Elaine's vagina, just where her clitoris was peeping 
out.

Elaine found she was quickly reaching her peak.  She 
began to moan, from deep within herself, as Sandra 
skillfully petted her to orgasm.

"Oh, my God," screamed Elaine as she seemed to explode 
from within.  She felt Sandra's fingers enter her as she 
came, causing her to reach an even higher peak.  She 
arched her body off the bed, almost balanced on her 
heels and the back of her head, before lying back with a 
sigh, feeling wonderful.

"Sandra, thank you," breathed Elaine as she slowly 
slipped down from her climax.  But Sandra continued to 
stroke her vagina, and Elaine felt herself becoming 
aroused again.

"Sandra, that's beautiful," sighed Elaine, "but what 
about you?  I know I haven't done this before, but I 
would like to do something for you too."

Sandra looked up and smiled.  "OK, I just didn't want to 
press you, but maybe you'd like to try this?!"  So 
saying, Sandra turned round and knelt either side of 
Elaine's head.  Sandra lowered her head first, and began 
kissing and licking Elaine's labia and clitoris, gently 
running her tongue up and down. She waited to see what 
Elaine would do, she wasn't going to force the issue.

She needn't have worried.  Elaine started moaning again, 
and reached up with her hands to clutch Sandra's 
buttocks.  Then she pulled Sandra downward, until her 
face was enveloped by Sandra's wet vagina.  Tentatively, 
she began to lick too.  As Sandra drove her wilder and 
wilder, Elaine's inhibitions left.  She stuck her tongue 
right inside Sandra, and began flicking it so it moved 
in and out of Sandra.

Elaine was already shuddering with an impending climax 
when she felt Sandra start to suck on her clitoris, and 
tickle it with her tongue.  Elaine moved her mouth to 
Sandra's clitoris, at the same time pulling and stroking 
at Sandra's buttocks.  Then she came, even more strongly 
than the first time.  She would've screamed had her 
mouth not been full of Sandra's flesh.  She pressed 
harder on Sandra's clitoris and felt her shudder and 
shake as well, as she came too, just a few seconds after 
Elaine.  Both women gripped each other tight, and 
gripped the other's head as they erupted with pleasure.
Then, they both gradually relaxed their hold, and Sandra 
moved up so they lay side by side, holding hands.

Elaine felt elated and relaxed at the same time.  Lying 
next to Sandra, their warm bodies touching, breast to 
breast and legs akimbo, she thought that she had never 
*been* so happy!  Sandra was just smiling at her, her 
eyes hooded with sleepiness, and she reached across to 
cuddle Elaine as they both fell to sleep.


(3)

"Wake up, c'mon Elaine," said a voice she didn't 
recognize.  She tried to turn but realized she was not 
in bed, she was in a deep armchair.  She could've sworn 
she'd gone to sleep in bed, being held by Sandra.  She 
had a real struggle awakening, and finally opened her 
eyes a good minute or two afterward.  Worried, she 
looked around her.  She was in an office of some kind.  
Sitting straight in front of her was another woman who 
seemed familiar.  She felt something in her arm and saw 
a thin tube was going into her elbow.  Startled, she sat 
up straight.

"W-what's going on?" she asked fearfully.

"It's all right, Elaine.  It'll take a little to get your 
memory working properly again.  Remember?  I'm Dr. 
Brompton.  This is my office, and you've been coming 
here for treatment since your rape, two years ago."

"I don't.." said Elaine, in confusion.

"That's OK.  I'll tell you what we've done.  We've got 
rid of the problems with confidence you were having 
since the rape and now, I hope, we should be well on the 
way to sorting out the alter ego you constructed. You 
know, the one called Sandra.  I'll leave you in the 
office for about twenty minutes, and then I'll come 
back.   You should be OK by then.  And don't worry, I 
think we've finally got rid of Sandra this time!"

Dr. Brompton got up and started to leave.  Elaine felt 
stunned.  As the psychiatrist shut the door, tears began 
falling faster and faster down Elaine's cheeks.  She 
began sobbing.  She wept for the reality that was gone. 
She wept *more* for the reality that was left.


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