My Carolyn Let Her In

Marybeth is my best friend. We've known each other for years, and often go shopping together, or go see a movie, or in the summer time, go over to the lake and swim and sunbathe. She's also the first woman I ever made a pass at.

You see, I discovered that I was attracted to women a long time ago, but just kept it completely to myself. But Marybeth, who's the nicest person I know and who has a spectacular body and a pretty face, is the first woman who attracted me enough to drive me to such a thing. For years I used to fantasize about her. Finally once when we had been drinking a little, I couldn't help myself--I admitted to her that she turned me on. As soon as I said it, I was afraid that I had ruined our friendship. I started to ask her if she was attracted to me, but I couldn't manage to make myself finish the question.

But she was gentle with me. She told me she wasn't interested, but that she hoped this wouldn't hurt our friendship. I actually started to cry, I guess because I was so afraid she was going to instantly drop me as a friend. But she was very good about keeping our conversation going despite my tongue-tied state, and after that night, she called me often and I thought she might be deliberately trying to make sure we didn't drift apart. I was ever so thankful.

One saturday, she called and asked if I'd like to go visit a friend of hers who had a swimming pool. I asked her if she were sure it was all right, and she insisted that I come. She picked me up and we drove out to the suburbs to one of the richest parts of town--where the houses were separated enough that you couldn't see one from the other. She drove up to this stylish contemporary. I asked her if her friend married rich. She said her friend was a lawyer.

Once inside, she introduced me to Carolyn. Carolyn was tall, with blonde hair pinned back, and looked like a model. And she was dressed so well: she wore a suit which I'm sure made her one of the most stylish lawyers in existence. I'm sure it cost a thousand if a penny.

Carolyn went to change while Marybeth and I went out to the back and pulled off our jeans. We had worn our suits over. When Carolyn came out, she was in this one-piece, and I don't know if it was the suit or her body, but I imagined her right in the pages of a magazine or in a commercial for one of those vacation places.

We all sat around and talked, and Carolyn talked about her life as a lawyer. I certainly felt out of place: she knew all the top government officials in town as well as all the TV personalities, the richest entrepreneurs, and all the doctors and lawyers I had ever heard of.

Well, we swam some and lay in the sun some, talked some more, and drank some wine coolers. When we were done, Carolyn told us we could shower and pointed Marybeth to one shower and me to another. The bathroom she pointed me to was off her bedroom. I showered and dryed myself with the towel she gave me and wandered back into the bedroom where I'd left my clothes. Carolyn was in there. She was sitting naked in front of a vanity, putting lotion on her body. She looked at me and smiled and told me that if I lotioned her back that she'd lotion mine. That sounded good to me, so I approached her with my towel wrapped around me.

When I was near, I realized that I might be in trouble: her body was intoxicating and I was getting that familiar feeling. But I did my best to ignore it, put some lotion on my hand and started rubbing it into her back. Touching her ruined all my chance of taking my mind off her body. It was so sexy caressing her skin like that. There she was, completely nude, sitting right in front of me. Her breasts were incredible and even though I was behind her, the mirror gave me a perfect view.

I was done soon, and she suggested that I lay face down on the bed while she did my back. I went ahead and found myself nude, laying down. She sat next to me and started lotioning my back. If touching her was murder, then this was absolutely too much. She did it so lovingly--I thought she ought to be a bit more business-like because she didn't know what she was doing to me. I almost died there, suffering from that mixture of excitement and embarrassment.

She did my back and also the backs of my legs and she wasn't shy about my rear cheeks. But it was harder on me. Then I felt her hand between my cheeks, then down on my pussy. In a second I was so far gone I didn't even give it any thought. Her fingers were incredible! And they would stray to my ass once in a while and poke a little at my rear hole--something I never would have dreamed would drive me so crazy. In a minute I was coming and I passed out.

When I came out of my stupor, she was gone. I got dressed and went into the living room. No one was there. I called but there wasn't any answer. Then ten minutes later they both came from where Marybeth had been showering. Carolyn was wearing a pretty silk robe and Marybeth was dressed. Marybeth had a flushed look on her face and she looked like she was trying to hide a smile. I couldn't believe it.

When we left, Carolyn gave Marybeth a kiss on the mouth and they talked about meeting the following day. Carolyn told her to bring me if she could. She told Marybeth she was "very pleased." Then we left. As we were leaving, another woman was walking up the front sidewalk. She didn't glance at us. She was absolutely gorgeous. Carolyn let her in.