Part 6 - Help From a Friend

The water was hot as it ran off the dirty plate, making a splashing sound as it landed in the sink's basin. Colette and Steve had just finished dinner and it was clean-up time. With a brand new guitar the topic of dinner, Colette honestly was looking forward to learning how to play. She was thinking about this as she washed the dishes, but she was also thinking about a lot more.

Colette had just made it home about 10 minutes before Steve got there. It gave her just enough time to freshen up since her clothes were wrinkled and she was still smelling Stephanie all over her face. She had quickly washed up and changed into some comfy sweats and a T-shirt when Steve walked in the front door with their two kids in tow.

It was a close call and she knew it, but she couldn't think about that now. Their modest home was now filled with the family they had become. Being happily married, in her forties and a mother of two, she had thought she was content. And she did love her husband, Steve, together with their two amazing children whom she loved even more. But having met in college over 20 years ago, they've been through a lot together.

For so many years, their sex life was quite good. As young lovers, sex was of course quite frequent - perhaps daily. But as they got older, Colette noticed that sex for Steve had become stale. It was less frequent, less passionate. Sure, life gets crazy at times, especially with two children. But Colette was so frequently left wanting more.

Steve would always be so tired at the end of the day. Or it was Colette that was too tired. Either way, they just couldn't find a time where they both were conveniently ready. On the days Steve was so tired, he would go to bed early and Colette would stay up watching TV. And when she knew he was asleep, she would put on porn and masturbate herself to satisfaction. When the evenings couldn't work, after Steve left for work she would often lay in bed for a bit longer and masturbate before getting ready for work.

Colette was still quite attracted to Steve, both physically and emotionally. It was just that she wanted more passion, more excitement. And that night, after the kids were down and Steve went to bed early, she didn't turn to porn. She stayed on the couch thinking. She wanted to dedicate the quiet time not to porn and masturbation but to deciding what her options are. She decided that she needed to find help. And that help was going to come from her friend Rianne.

Rianne was a bit of an enigma. She was beautiful, intelligent, and successful in her own right. Men flocked to her like moths to a flame. She seemed to have all the answers when it came to relationships and sex. Colette hoped that perhaps Rianne could help her spice things up with Steve.

So that night, she gave her a call. Thankfully she picked up right away. And as they talked, Colette proceeded to describe her lackluster sex life with Steve. She shared how he was always so tired and how they just couldn't find the time to be intimate. She confessed about her late-night masturbation sessions and how it had become a routine for her. What she didn't share was the outlets that she had experienced - thinking about Michelle, Vicky, Stephanie... Not yet she told herself. Too scandalous she thought. Too risky for others to know about these sinful indiscretions.

As she shared, Rianne listened intently, occasionally offering positive responses to confirm her understanding as a close friend would. When Colette finished, she said, "It sounds like you two really need to connect again, both emotionally and physically. You need to find that spark that you had when you first met."

Colette agreed and Rianne continued. "Would you like to come over for coffee sometime?" she asked. "We can talk more about this, and maybe I can share some of my experiences with you. You never know, it might help."

Colette's eyes lit up at the prospect of spending time with Rianne since it's been so long. She also truly felt that she could help her and Steve. "Oh I would really like that," she answered. They continued to confirm the date. They decided on a workday. With the kids still at school and Steve at work, it would allow a good chunk of time together.

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The day of their coffee date arrived, and Colette felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation. As she walked up to Rianne's house, she took a deep breath and reminded herself why she had come here in the first place. She knocked on the door, and Rianne opened it with a warm smile.

"Colette, it's so good to see you!" Rianne exclaimed, inviting her in. The house was beautifully decorated, with a cozy living room and a delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen. "Please, have a seat. I'll be right back with that coffee."

Colette took a seat on the couch and took in her surroundings. Rianne's house was a testament to her success and beauty. It was clear that she had everything under control, both personally and professionally. She wondered how she managed it all while still keeping her sex life so interesting and passionate.

Rianne soon returned with a tray holding two mugs and a French press of coffee ready to pour. "I'm so glad you could make it," she said, setting the tray down on the coffee table.

With cups poured, they sipped their coffees savoring the flavor. Soon, Rianne began to share some of her experiences with Colette. She talked about her own struggles in finding balance between work, family, and a fulfilling sex life. "It's not easy," she admitted, "but I've learned a few tricks along the way." She went on to tell Colette about the importance of communication, trust, and setting aside time for each other.

"You see, Colette, I think the problem with your relationship is that you and Steve have gotten into this rut. You're both so busy with your own lives that you've forgotten how to connect on an intimate level. You need to find ways to rekindle that spark." Rianne paused, considering her words carefully. "I know it sounds cheesy, but sometimes all it takes is a little creativity."

Colette nodded, her curiosity piqued. "Like what?" she asked eagerly.

Rianne leaned in, her expression softening. "Well, I think you should consider trying new things together. Experiment with different types of sex. Perhaps something kinky and unexpected."

Colette's eyes widened in surprise, but she found herself intrigued. "Like what?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rianne smiled reassuringly. "Well, anal play, for example. It can be very intimate and pleasurable for both partners. With Steve's consent, you could try using a toy or even just your fingers to explore him in an entirely new way. The nerve endings in that area are incredibly sensitive, and it can lead to some intense orgasms. And then of course he can reciprocate with you."

Colette's cheeks flushed. She knew exactly how sensitive that area of the body was. She had felt it first-hand from three different women already, and she'd given the same pleasure to those very same women. Fingers, tongues, cucumber... she can indeed speak from experience how amazing anal play can be.

She glanced over at Rianne, who seemed to read her mind, realizing just from Colette's flushed face and knowing eyes that she was already quite familiar with what she was suggesting. She continued anyway, now confident that what she will share may only help her own cause.

Rianne was, to all those around her, a very vanilla wife and mother of two living a happy, privileged life in the suburbs like oh so many other women in her similar situation. But known only to the very select few women she's chosen, she's also an insatiable bi-sexual who can't get enough of the very secret, and so intense experiences with other women. And ever since that call from Colette, she had become determined to bond in a very special way with her.

"You both need to be comfortable and respect each other's boundaries. Take things slow and be open about what feels good," she continued with a purpose. "You can start with gentle touching and gradually work your way up."

As they continued their conversation, Rianne shared more of her experiences and advice. She encouraged Colette to explore her own desires and to be more assertive in expressing them to Steve. "Don't be afraid to take charge sometimes," she said at one point with a very obvious wink. "I've found that switching up the roles can add a whole new level of excitement to the bedroom."

"If she only knew," Colette thought. And until that moment, she's never even considered that Rianne could be more than just a friend to talk through the challenges that she was experiencing. And surprising herself entirely, she was growing hungry for her friend.

As they finished their coffees, Rianne leaned in and gave Colette a hug. "I'm so glad you reached out! This has been so fun to catch up. And hopefully I've been at least a bit helpful for you?"

As she finished that last "... for you," statement, she started to pull away. As she did, Rianne slid her hand down Colette's back and let it come to rest just low enough to feel where the curve of her lower back met her butt, but more importantly low enough to cross that unspoken barrier of personal space.

The sensation sent a shiver down Colette's spine. She felt both aroused and nervous at the same time. She gathered her nerves and, looking into Rianne's eyes, she asked, "Can we practice?"

Rianne grinned, her eyes twinkling. "Of course. You need to feel comfortable with it yourself before you can introduce it to Steve, right?. And who better to practice with than your best friend?"

She took Colette's hand in hers and guided her to the couch, sitting down beside her. "We can take it slow. I'll show you what feels good and how to communicate with your partner."

They settled onto the couch, their bodies close but not quite touching. Rianne took Colette's hand in hers, lacing their fingers together. "It's important to start slow," she explained. "You don't want to overwhelm your partner or yourself."

She leaned over and gently kissed Colette's neck, tracing her tongue along the sensitive skin. Colette shivered, feeling a heat building in her core. Whispering in her ear, she said, "now the first thing I want you to do is put your hand on my back and slide it down to my ass."

Colette obliged, her hand moving slowly down Rianne's back until it reached the seat of her shorts. Her fingers trembled slightly as she gently cupped her friend's ass, feeling the round and fleshy ass cheek beneath her clothing.

Rianne let out a soft moan, arching her back into Colette's hand. "Oh, that feels good," she whispered. "Now slide your hand down inside."

Colette followed her friend's instructions, and she slid her hand up to the top of her shorts and then down inside. As she felt the soft, warm flesh of Rianne's ass, she instinctively lifted one leg and rested over the top of Rianne's lap, pressing her swelling cunt against her friend's thigh.

Rianne let out a moan, arching her back further. "Oh, that's perfect," she whispered, her breath hot against Colette's ear. "How does it feel to be touching my ass?" Rianne breathed, arching her back further into Colette's touch.

Colette could feel her own heart racing as she explored the soft, warm skin of her friend. "I love this feeling," she whispered, her fingers moving more confidently now.

"Squeeze my ass a little harder," Rianne whispered, her voice slightly shaky. "Don't be afraid to take control." As she said her words, she put her hand on Colette's thigh giving it a squeeze and pulling it further up into her lap

Colette squeezed harder, then slid her hand further down Rianne's ass and maneuvered the tips of her fingers between her cheeks. She instantly felt the heat emanating from further down, which only served to make Colette even more aroused. Pressing further, she felt the tip of her middle finger reach Rianne's anus. She immediately started massaging in small circles enjoying the circular muscle underneath.

With her other hand she reached across the front of Rianne and started massaging her breasts. Then leaning directly toward her face, she planted a kiss on her lips, immediately opening her mouth, eager to feel Rianne's tongue dancing with hers. The heat between them was taking hold and there was no turning back.

Rianne still had both hands free and she put them both to work. With one hand she reached up and placed it on the back of Colette's head, cradling her as their kissing became more intense. And with her other hand, she placed it on her belly and started rubbing back and forth as she moved it further and further lower toward the top of Colette's shorts.

Not bothering with heavy petting over Colette's shorts, she immediately unbuttoned them and slid her hand down inside. She instantly felt just how wet Colette had started to get, and Rianne wanted nothing more than to feel the source of the wetness first-hand. With her middle finger, she slid down into Colette's slit feeling her pussy juice squish around her finger.

"Oh, God," Colette moaned, her head falling back as she felt Rianne's finger enter her. Her hips began to move involuntarily, grinding against Rianne's hand. "Oh, that feels so good, Rianne."

At the same time, Rianne reached back behind her, grabbing Colette's wrist and pressed down, urging her hand to venture further.

Colette hesitated for a moment, but quickly ventured on. With her already massaging middle finger, she stiffened it and pressed the tip against Rianne's rim, feeling it easily penetrate inside her asshole, sliding her finger deep inside.

Rianne let out a gasp, pressing her ass backward against Colette's finger. "Ooh, your finger feels wonderful," Rianne breathed.

Her words sent a shiver of desire through Colette, making her hips move even faster against Rianne's hand. "I want to feel it too..." Colette said, not entirely believing that she's just shared that she wants to feel her friend's finger inside her ass as well.

Rianne's smile grew more confident. "Of course you do," she said. Then she pulled her hand out from Colette's shorts and then reached back and pulled Colette's hand out from the back of her own shorts. "Stand up," she said to Colette.

As Colette stood up, Rianne grabbed her hips and turned her toward her. With Rianne still sitting on the couch, her face was now directly in line with Colette's crotch. With both hands, she quickly finished unbuttoning her shorts and grabbing both her shorts and panties underneath, she pulled them down to her ankles, finishing by helping pull each leg out of the heap at her feet.

Colette felt completely exposed, and yet so incredibly aroused. Her pussy was throbbing, her clit swollen and hard, and her asshole was tingling with anticipation. She looked down at Rianne, her eyes wide with desire.

"Now turn around and lean over the coffee table." Rianne said. Colette did as she was told, settling into position. Just as she started to think that she couldn't believe that her bare ass was now directly in front of her friend, she felt both of Rianne's hands on her ass cheeks.

As she felt her hands starting to squeeze and massage the flesh of her ass, she could feel Rianne warm breath against her skin. Seconds later, she felt soft flesh press in between her ass cheeks, knowing that her friend was now pressing her face against her.

Rianne inhaled deeply to take in the deep scents of Colette, a mix of both the musk from her ass and the arousal from her soaking wet cunt.

"Holy shit, Rianne. Are you sniffing my ass?" Colette asked.

"Mmm-hmm," Rianne replied, not taking her nose away from the warmth of Colette's ass. "And it smells so fucking good. Now I'm going to lick you, you little slut," she continued. And before Colette could respond, she pressed her mouth in between her cheeks and extended her tongue, pressing the tip firmly against the rim of her good friend's tight asshole.

"Oh my god, Rianne, that feels so fucking good," Colette said, as she subconsciously also recognizing that she was just called a 'slut'.

Grabbing her hips to prevent her from moving, Rianne then extended and pressed her tongue into Colette's asshole, instantly feeling the tight ring squeeze around the sides of her tongue. "Uuhhhnn" Colette grunted.

Now inside, Rianne started to move her tongue back and forth, lapping at Colette's asshole, while her hands continued to pull her hips backward against her face.

"You're so fucking dirty, Rianne. You really want to be doing this?" she asked, slightly hesitating as she realized that it was starting to feel incredible and definitely didn't want her friend to stop.

At the same time, she was also mentally acknowledging her present situation. There she was days ago at home having an innocent conversation with Rianne about the challenges she was experiencing, and coordinating an afternoon coffee at her house to discuss further in-person. And now here she was, at Rianne's house. But instead of just chatting over simple coffee, Rianne's face was buried between her ass cheeks and her tongue plunged deep inside her asshole.

Colette moaned loudly, feeling the combination of pleasure and shame coursing through her body. "Yes, oh god, yes. Fuck, Rianne, it feels so good." She could feel her knees weakening as Rianne continued to lap at her, her hips moving involuntarily into her friend's face.

Suddenly, Rianne pulled away, saying "kneel on the table, slut."

There was that name again, Colette noted. And she also realized how much she liked it. It made her feel dirty. It made her feel naughty. And it made her incredibly horny.

With Colette in position, Rianne smiled wickedly and leaned in, pressing her lips against Colette's exposed flesh. She began to kiss and suck on her, her tongue flicking in and out, as she used one hand to spread Colette's cheeks open wider. Colette arched her back, letting out a long, low moan as she felt the sensation intensify.

One of Colette's hands then found its way to Rianne's head, gently guiding her. As she did, she felt Rianne's tongue stiffen and, like a warm wet cock, she started to feel the slow anal fucking that Rianne was giving her.

"Oh fuck, Rianne!" Colette cried out. Her body tensed and shuddered as she felt an intense wave of pleasure wash over her. Her juices flowed down her legs and pooled on the coffee table beneath her. Rianne noticed this and reached up with one of her hands to start massaging Colette's swollen clit.

Colette's hips bucked wildly, her ass pressing harder back into Rianne's face. "Oh yes, Rianne," she moaned. "Don't stop. Oh fuck, I'm so close."

"Cum for me, baby. Let it happen," Rianne said. Her fingers on Colette's clit picked up speed, rubbing harder and faster, as Rianne continued the slow, wet tongue-fucking of her asshole.

Suddenly, Colette threw her head back and her whole body tensed as her orgasm washed over her. "Oh fuck, Rianne!" she cried out, her voice hoarse. Her hips bucked wildly, her ass cheeks squeezing tight around Rianne's face. Her juices flowed freely, coating Rianne's chin and her fingers that were still massaging her throbbing cunt.

As the wave subsided, Colette collapsed forward, her face resting on the table. Rianne leaned forward and laid down on top of Colette. She brought her hand up to her face, turning it sideways and leaned in to kiss her. Colette could feel that her fingers were wet and she smelled the unmistakable scent of her own pussy juice. As they kissed, she also could smell the musk of her own ass all over Rianne's mouth and lips.

"Mmm, that was amazing," Colette said, her voice still breathless. "I can't believe we just did that."

"Oh, we're not done," Rianne said. "Now it's my turn."

With her hands now on Colette's shoulders, she gently guided her up and back onto the couch. Walking around and facing her, Rianne put her hand on her chest and pressed her slowly back down onto the couch. Then she reached down and grabbed both legs, urging Colette to lift them up on the cushion so she was laying flat on the couch.

As Rianne removed her clothes, Colette couldn't help but stare at her body. She was even more beautiful than Colette had remembered from high school. Her skin was flawless, her breasts perfectly shaped, and her curves were exquisite. "I can't wait to have my mouth all over her," she thought to herself.

Now completely naked, Rianne walked to the end of the couch bringing her even with Colette's head. Then she turned to face her feet, lifted one of her legs up and brought it over Colette, putting her knee on the back of the couch. Her exposed pussy was already soaking wet and now directly over Colette's face.

Colette watched, transfixed, as Rianne began to rub her pussy, her fingers sliding easily over her wet lips. She couldn't help but feel a surge of desire well up inside her as she watched her former classmate pleasure herself.

Overcome with desire, she lifted her torso up to bring her face closer to Rianne's pussy. With tongue extended, she lightly touched her clit.

"Oh, Colette," Rianne moaned, arching her back. "Aren't we the eager one?" she joked. With this new stimulation from Colette, she began to move her hips in small circles. At the same time she reached up with both hands and grabbed her breasts and squeezed, her fingers digging deep into her own flesh.

Gently, Rianne then stepped sideways back over Colette, saying "OK, enough of that. We're here to practice something else."

Colette's heart was racing. All she wanted to do was continue lapping at her friend's slippery, and oh so delicious pussy.

Without missing a beat, Rianne turned around, stepped again over Colette's head and then hopped up onto the couch.

Colette, with Rianne now standing directly over Colette's face, was mesmerized by the sight. Looking up, she saw Rianne's naked crotch open above her, gorgeous breasts hanging down, hard nipples extended and Rianne gazing down at her.

"Can you return the favor now?" Rianne asked, with a smirk on her face.

"Fuck, Rianne, I'd love to," Colette replied.

With that, Rianne gently sat down on Colette's chest and leaned back over her body. She could feel Colette's breasts spread out against her lower back. She then re-positioned her feet further up the couch and with the strength of her legs and torso, she bridged herself up, moving her ass directly above Colette's face. With her hands, she spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing her puckered asshole to Colette.

Remembering what Rianne did, Colette lifted her head, pressed her face into Rianne's ass, and sniffed in. The heady scent of her friend's ass mixed with the exciting, and her sopping wet arousal sent Colette's mind racing with desire.

Rianne smiled to herself as she felt the suction of Colette's nose against her asshole. "You dirty girl," she said.

Then Colette opened her mouth wide, tongue flicking out, and pressed it against the puckered flesh. She began to lap at her friend's rim, tongue darting in and out as she licked and sucked. She moaned around Rianne's asshole, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her friend's body.

Colette pulled her mouth away for just enough time to say, "Fuck, Rianne, this is so fucking kinky. I can't believe how horny this is making me." Then she buried her mouth back in between Rianne's ass cheeks, lips parted and tongue extended.

Rianne let out a long, shuddering breath as she felt the warmth of Colette's tongue on her rim. "Oh god, Colette," she gasped. "You're making me so wet." Her hips began to move in small circles, grinding down against Colette's face as she took pleasure in the sensation. As if right on cue with Rianne's words, as she looked up she could see her pussy juice starting to drip out from between the slit of her friend's cunt.

Rianne reached down between her legs, rubbing her clit as Colette continued to lap at her ass. "Fuck, that feels so good," she moaned. Then without warning, she scooted back down onto Colette's chest and stood up on the couch over her head. "You're a natural at this, Colette. Do me a favor and stick out your tongue." Rianne said. "I'm going to fuck you now." she continued.

Colette stuck out her tongue and watched in awe as Rianne lowered her now dilated asshole down onto it, impaling herself on her tongue. It easily slid inside, and she held it there until Colette could feel her lips bump against the rim of Rianne's asshole.

With Colette's tongue completely penetrated inside, Rianne's hips began to move, grinding back and forth against Colette's tongue. Her moans echoed through the room as her pleasure intensified. "Oh fuck, Colette," she groaned. "That feels so good."

Colette could feel Rianne's muscles tensing and relaxing against her tongue, her asshole squeezing and releasing with each movement. And with each thrust, Rianne's swollen wet cunt would bump against Colette's nose. Tongue, mouth, lips, nose... Colette's face was getting completely covered with Rianne's juices.

As their session continued, they both grew increasingly lost inside each other. Colette began to suck on Rianne's asshole, drawing her tongue in and out, matching the rhythm of her thrusts. When her orgasm hit, Colette could feel Rianne's body start to shudder, her rectal muscles tensing and relaxing as her ecstasy coursed through her body

When they finally broke apart, both women were panting heavily, Colette's face and neck now completely soaked with sweat and Rianne's juices.

"That was... unbelievable," Colette managed to say between breaths. "I can't believe I just did that."

Rianne scooted back down onto Colette's chest and smiled down at her friend, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You loved every second of it," she said, running a finger across Colette's lips. "And I'm sure there's more where that came from."

Then she leaned down and kissed Colette, their tongues dancing together before pulling back with a grin. "So, have you learned enough to start experimenting with Steve?"

Colette was instantly brought back to reality. She had completely forgotten that she was at Rianne's house to discuss her problem with Steve. Instead of just that, however, she's just participated yet again in more lesbian debauchery, this time with a longtime friend.

"Oh... um..." Colette stammered, her cheeks flushing. "I... I don't know. It's just... that was so intense. I'm not sure if I'm ready to do that with Steve."

Rianne thought for a minute. "Well, maybe you don't need to..." she said.

They lapsed into silence for a moment, contemplating the situation. "You know, Colette," Rianne began, "I think the important thing here is that you explore this side of yourself. It's obvious that you're curious about it, and you shouldn't let Steve get in the way of that. I mean, if you're not ready, then maybe we..." she continued, purposely stopping at the word 'we'.

Colette's heart raced. She glanced down at the floor, then back up at Rianne, feeling a wave of heat rush to her face. "I... I don't know, Rianne," she stammered. "It's just... it's so different from what I thought I wanted. And I don't want to hurt Steve. He's been so good to me."

Rianne smiled reassuringly. "I understand, trust me. But I think you should consider this: what we just did... it doesn't need to get in the way of your marriage. We're just a couple women having fun, right? And maybe...," she trailed off, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Maybe this becomes an outlet for you."

Colette leaned forward, her eyes locked on Rianne's. "An outlet?"

Rianne nodded. "You know, something you can explore without feeling guilty or like you're cheating on him. A way for you to be truly honest with yourself about what you want."

Colette considered this for a moment, her mind racing with the possibilities. She glanced down at her body, still flushed and wet from their encounter. Then suddenly feeling a small shiver of excitement run through her. "Maybe," she whispered. "But regardless of what happens, thank you," she said, her voice still shaky from the intensity of their shared experience. She lifted her head slightly and kissed Rianne tenderly on the lips. "You're amazing as well," she whispered. "I loved how you made me feel."

Their lips lingered on each other's, their breath mingling as their tongues danced. The afterglow of their shared experience washed over them, and they revelled in the closeness they felt in that moment. As they kissed, Colette's hand found its way back to Rianne's ass, cupping it gently. Rianne arched into the touch, their hips pressing together once more.

Finally, they reluctantly pulled apart, breathless and flushed. Colette gave Rianne one last lingering glance before turning away, her cheeks flushed with a mix of contentment and desire. She felt a newfound closeness to Rianne.

Rianne, on the other hand, felt a strange sense of longing as she watched Colette dress. She had never expected their encounter to be so intense, so pleasurable. She wondered if there was more to come between them, if they could explore this newfound connection further.

As Colette buttoned up her blouse, she turned back to Rianne, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thanks again," she said softly. "I really needed that."

Rianne smiled warmly in return. "I'm glad I could help. And as I said, it doesn't have to be a one-time thing."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning. Colette hesitated, her eyes darting back and forth as she considered the possibility of exploring more with Rianne. Despite the initial shock and discomfort she had felt at first, she found herself drawn to the idea of sharing more intimate moments with her.

Rianne could see the conflict playing out on her friend's face, and she hoped that Colette would give in to the temptation. She wanted nothing more than to feel those soft lips against hers again, to feel their bodies pressed together in the heat of passion.

"I know it's a lot to process," she said gently, her voice low and soothing. "But if you ever want to talk about it, or explore this further, I'm here for you."

Colette looked up at Rianne, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions. She knew that this was a big step for both of them, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to take it further. But at the same time, she couldn't deny the desire she felt bubbling up inside her.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sounds of the city outside. "I'll... I'll think about it."

Rianne smiled reassuringly, understanding the weight of Colette's words. She knew that Colette was grappling with her own desires and feelings, and she respected that. She also felt a twinge of disappointment deep within her. But she wanted to respect that Colette was happily married and she didn't want to upset that.

As they both finished dressing, Colette leaned in and kissed Rianne on the cheek. "Thank you again for today," she whispered. "I really appreciate it."

Rianne smiled warmly and hugged Colette tightly, not at all regretting the smell of herself that still lingered on Colette's face. "It was my pleasure," she replied, her voice soft and reassuring.

As they parted ways, Colette couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of emotions. On one hand, she was relieved that the encounter had been so intense and pleasurable. On the other hand, she was confused and uncertain about what it all meant for her marriage and her relationship with Rianne. She knew that she would have to process these feelings carefully, but for now, she was grateful for the connection they had shared.

Rianne felt a similar sense of internal conflict as she watched Colette walk away. Despite their friendship, this had been a completely new experience for both of them. She wondered if their relationship would ever be the same again, and if their connection would continue to grow in the future.

As she saw Colette's car drive away, she waved goodbye and walked back inside hoping there would be a next time...