Indulge Me

This story was published under my old account.

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Growing up, Angela and Jennifer were best friends through high school. They were inseparable. You would not find one without the other. They would study together, hangout at the mall together, even double date with their boyfriends at the time. That would all change upon graduation. Angela was headed to school on the west coast, UCLA specifically while Jennifer remained on the east coast, attending NYU.

Upon graduation from high school they had both intended to keep in contact with one another through email, instant messaging and phone calls. This was a time before Face-time, Facebook live and video conferencing. Needless to say they had both done their best to keep in contact at first. Then life just got in the way. Over their college careers, their communications grew more and more infrequent due to their busy and non-compatible schedules, not to mention the three hour time difference. As the distance between each time the two would connect grew further and further apart it would eventually stop altogether.

After graduation, Jennifer established her career and residence in Manhattan while Angela remained on the west coast. As close as they once were, they both took similar routes after college, focusing on their careers with some dating mixed in, but rather sporadically. Jennifer had pursued a career in law while Angela had earned her MBA and was climbing the corporate ladder of the banking world in California. Both were consumed with their careers while neither would stumble on "Mr. Right", the one who would take their breath away.

It would be 12 years before Angela would return to the city she loved, New York. Family and friends still lived where she grew up. The premise behind her trip back to her home was a combination of spending time at the corporate headquarters of the bank for which she worked as well as testing the waters with the other banks and thus seeing what was available. Could Angela improve her status? Was she a hot commodity in the banking world? She wouldn't know until she put herself out there. Was there risk involved? Possibly. Angela wasn't certain how her current employer would take to her talking with the competition. She will spend two weeks in the city with the first week devoted to the bank she works for while the second week will be devoted to Angela, family and interviews.

The trip was scheduled two months in advance so Angela had plenty of time to plan her trip. Would she stay in the suite the company had arranged for her? Would she stay with family or friends? Angela would have several options. Going back home for the first time in 12 years would also mean she would need to make time for the people in her life that she had left long ago. In the back of her mind she was wondering how they would be towards her. Angela wasn't the best at keeping in contact with either friends or family. So, there may be some cold shoulders she would encounter. Angela didn't tend to worry too much about anything and had become a master of being "in the moment".

Jennifer was on the fast track to partner in the law firm she works for. Her career since graduating at the top of her class from NYU and then having the luxury of multiple offers to choose from established the trajectory for her career. Jennifer decided on mergers and acquisitions at one of the top firms in New York. Jennifer's firm worked with all the major financial institutions and she has developed a reputation as a closer.

Jennifer could captivate a room with her presence and confidence and have anyone do her bidding. There was a presence about her that commanded one's attention and she knew how to use it effectively. You just couldn't say no to Jennifer, nor would she accept no for an answer. One might even say that no is not even in her vocabulary. Angela, on the other hand was no doormat but was intent on gaining a customer's trust and thus was a people pleaser. She wanted everyone to be happy, even if she was putting on a painted face for herself. Even as busy as she is, Angela would like to have someone in her life. She desires to give of herself to someone she so desires and loves, but has yet to meet that one person.

In spite of the void Angela has in her life, her focus since learning about the trip home and the additional plans to correspond with family are her sole focus. For the two months leading up to the trip, she has been in contact with her parents who still live in the house she grew up in. As an only child, Angela does not come from a large family, yet her uncles and aunts also reside in the same homes since she left for the west coast. Angela's mother, upon hearing of her daughter's homecoming, has likewise been planning a barbecue for the weekend between the two parts of her trip.

One night while sleeping Angela was awoken by an image from a dream. The image of the dream was Jennifer from 12 years ago. It had been some time since Jennifer crossed Angela's mind. She remembered her as she was 12 years ago. Even back then Jennifer was a blonde beauty. She turned heads and had her pick of all the boys in school. Angela was by no means a stick in the mud. Another blonde beauty they were known in school as the killer "B's" (killer looks and blonde). For them to both still be single would shock anyone who knew them.

As Angela awoke from her slumber to the image of Jennifer had her wondering why? Why after all this time would Jennifer come to mind? Could it be the trip back home that spurred her image? Every night up until her departure day Jennifer's image would invade Angela's dream space. With each passing night, the image became more intense and thus more real than the night before. So real that Angela would feel Jennifer's touch. Angela felt Jennifer's soft finger tracing her lips as Jennifer gazed into her deep green eyes.

Angela was captivated by the image of Jennifer in her dreams. At no time during their years back home had they ever been intimate with each other. Angela did not feel that way about Jennifer, yet she did not know how Jennifer felt but knew that if she did have any feelings towards her, she never acted upon them.

With each passing night, Angela would awake to a racing heart and heavy breathing. Each night Jennifer's presence would grow stronger.

The night before her trip to New York, Angela, deep in sleep, envisioned Jennifer's body pressing against hers, Jennifer's hands grasping her waist as their eyes were just inches apart. Their breasts clad in silky blouses and supported by lace bras pressed against each other as Angela could feel her nipples stiffen. Fully asleep, Angela's hands caressed her breasts over the satin fabric of her nightgown with the image of Jennifer at the forefront of her mind. Her breathing gets deeper as she runs her fingers over her stiffening nipples feeling the soft and silky fabric of her night gown rub against her ever so sensitive nipples. Pressing her index and middle fingers together on each nipple Angela's back arched and a moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She continued stroking her sensitive nipples as her breathing grew deeper and the moans became more frequent, all with the image of Jennifer pressing against her.

A gasp escaped her lips followed by a loud moan and Jennifer's name..."Ohhh Jennifer"

When Angela heard her say Jennifer's name she awoke from this very intense dream of seduction. Angela had never felt such intensity or been aroused to the extent she was during this very real dream.

Startled, Angela attempted to control her intense breathing, regaining her composure but images of Jennifer continued to race through her head. "What is going on with me?" she whispers to herself. Sitting up and turning on the light with her head spinning, Angela looks down and notices a wet spot on the bed. Immediately she brings her right hand between her legs and discovers her panties are drenched. Wondering aloud again..."What is going on with me?"

Angela continues to contemplate Jennifer and her presence in her dreams yet answers escaped her. The images tormented her as her body continued to betray her. She thought to herself..."I don't do this!" Yet, overwhelmed with arousal, as she leans against the headboard of her bed and her right hand still on her wet panties, her fingers begin to stroke the wet fabric.

"No Angela... Stop" she says out loud in her empty bedroom, but just as her body is betraying her, a conspiracy ensues and her right hand will not listen either. As the co-conspirators gang up against Angela's mind, her eyelids flutter close. As the images around her dim while the focus of Jennifer from 12 years ago takes stage, front and center. Angela looks down and sees Jennifer's right hand move from her waist to between Angela's legs.

"No Jennifer, stop, please" as Angela says to her.

Not listening, Jennifer slides her right hand under Angela's skirt and smiles as she discovers Angela's wet panties to which the image of Jennifer, staring into Angela's eyes says "wet and wonderful"

As Angela visualizes Jennifer's hand between her legs stroking her wet panties, Angela's hand begins to stroke her wet panties.

The lines of Angela's reality and Angela's dream have blurred in her mind, her hand takes on the role of Jennifer's hand. In her dream, Angela watches as Jennifer takes control of her, yet on her bed Angela is doing everything Jennifer is doing to her.

Her moans deepen as her chest heaves, Angela has intensified the stroking of her silk clad pussy. Moans of Jennifer's name escape Angela's lips as the two worlds have become one, Angela slides her right hand under her bikini bottom as her fingers experience her immense wetness for the first time. Angela's left hand strokes and pinches her left nipple in rhythm with her right hand stroking her wet pussy. As if her right hand has a mind of its own it begins running her index and middle fingers over the inner lips of her pussy.

Angela, lost within two worlds, is encountering an experience she has never witnessed, an arousal so intense, breathing so deep, she could never have conceived of such a glorious moment, even if it was mostly a dream.

Angela's left hand moves from her breast to the hood of her clit. With her index and middle finger she begins to stroke the hood of her clit, rubbing it up and down, pressing against her nub as she lets out an enormous gasp, while her breathing quickens even more. Angela watches as Jennifer slides two fingers inside her (thus Angela's fingers slide inside her).

"Ohh Jennifer... please" as she pants

Angela's fingers start to pump in and out of her cunt as she rubs and presses the hood of her clit faster.

'Ohh YES", she yells in her empty bedroom.

"More... Don't Stop, Pleeeeease"

Faster and faster Angela's fingers fuck her pussy. Then the index finger of her left hand begins to rub her clit with urgency and needs to cum.

"OOOHHHH; OOOHHHH; GASP, OOOHHHH"

Angela's body slides into the bed as her back arches, her chest heaves as her body starts to convulse with an intense orgasm. As Angela's pumping and rubbing slows down, waves of pleasure wash over her body. As she opens her eyes, the vision of Jennifer is gone, yet what Angela just experienced remains.

"I don't believe I did this," she says to herself.

"What came over me?"

"Where did this come from?"

Angela had more questions than answers, but one thing that remained was just how incredible that feeling was. Angela, a woman in her 30s has never had such an orgasm in her life. She felt exhausted yet energized at the same time. Angela has had sex with several different men before but they never rocked her world like this before. Yet it was an image of a girl who wasn't even there who did this to her. More questions than answers.

"What does this mean? Angela asked herself.

"I wonder if Jennifer is even in New York anymore"

"Do I pursue this or was this only a dream?"

"It was only a dream!"

Angela needed to put all this behind her (for now) if she was to make it to LAX in time for her flight... a flight that with the time zones would equate to a nine hour flight. (six hours in the air and three hours lost to time zones). Her itinerary indicated that the bank would have a driver waiting for her at the airport and would take her to her hotel suite upon arrival. So there wasn't much to worry about on that front. Seeing as the travel day was a Sunday, Angela would have very little time to rest before her first meeting Monday morning.

Arriving at JFK as scheduled, her driver was there with her name on a sign. Walking to the car the driver whose name was Darrin asked how her flight was. Dressed rather casually, designer jeans, t-shirt, pumps with her long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail offered an equally casual response as one would expect for such a journey "long and uneventful". Small talk continued as they walked to the car. As they drove from the airport the familiarity of the city came flooding back to Angela as the saying goes..."you can take the girl out of the city but you can't take the city out of the girl"

The energy and the flow of the city brought memories of growing up in the city. The jet-lag was quickly replaced by the city's energy and excitement. As she arrived at the hotel, Angela checked in and arrived at her suite. Languishing that evening until Darrin would pick her up at 8 am for arrival at the corporate headquarters by 9 am, she would treat herself to room service and a nice hot soaking bath, replenishing vitality to her worn body from her long day's travel.

Angela called her parents letting them know she had arrived and would be in meetings most of the week. They had intended to come into the city to meet her for lunch one day prior to their weekend get together. Angela had to let them know what day she would be able to meet them for lunch once she knew what her itinerary was for the week.

Taking into account the three hour time difference, Angela set her phone and also requested a wake up call for 6 am (3 am west coast time). Always an early riser Angela's day started with her workout. She headed down to the gym clad in shorts and sweatshirt for 30 minutes of cardio and 20 minutes of strength followed by 20 minutes of stretching. Wanting not to be a distraction to others or attracting unwanted attention Angela's workout attire was always understated. This was her time to focus on herself when all of her day was typically focused towards others.

Further re-energized by her morning workout, relaxing shower and breakfast after her workout Angela went about preparing herself for the day. Because she dealt with people on a regular basis, she had to focus on her image, clothes, makeup, hair, accessories. Each piece of her ensemble was carefully selected. The end result every time was immaculate. Her hair was always styled and full. Her makeup was always professional. Her attire was always stunningly coordinated. Today, seeing as it would be a "first impression day" in that she would be meeting many people for the first time, Angela decided on something understated so as not to make too big of a first impression. Her skirt was navy and went mid thigh while her blouse was satin with a high neck and bow. The fabric was loose fitting yet accentuated the firmness of her breasts. Unlike her workout attire, no matter what she did, Angela could not hide her stunning figure, nor did she want to. She works hard to keep herself fit and is not ashamed to show herself off. In this sense she wants her customers to notice her and thus remember her. Standing 5'7" without heels her body would put any sculpture of Michelangelo to shame. A figure that offers the symmetry of an hourglass 36"d breasts, 25" waist and 36" hips, she has likely been in the dreams of many of her customers.

As the time approaches 8 am, Angela makes her way to the lobby entrance and Darrin, her driver. Heading outside, Angela sees the car from last night and makes her way over to it. Darrin gets out and walks around the car opening the door for Angela. Each smiling at the other with a "good morning" greeting, Angela elegantly enters the back seat of the vehicle and gathers both of her legs together, swiveling into the vehicle as Darrin tends to the door. Exiting the parking lot of the hotel, they make their way to lower-town Manhattan and the financial district where all the major financial institutions reside. Darrin conveys directions to Angela as they arrive at her destination. Exiting the vehicle Angela makes her way to the lobby and the rows of elevators that will take her to her final destination, the fortieth floor. Not really enjoying the ride in the crowded elevator, after several stops and people getting on and off Angela finally reaches her stop.

Waiting for her as she exits the elevator is Rachel the executive assistant to the vice president of corporate relations. As Angela exits the elevator Rachel greets her with a friendly smile and an enthusiastic "hello, you must be Angela".

As Angela responds "Yes I am and you are?"

"I'm Rachel. I will be your shadow for the week. I have your itinerary and will be here to answer any questions should you have them."

Rachel stood a couple inches shorter than Angela in her three inch heels. As images of Jennifer still linger within Angela's mind she indiscreetly checks out Rachel in her long red pencil skirt descending to her calves and accompanied with a cotton white blouse with the first two buttons undone. All framed by her chestnut shoulder length hair. Rachel was certainly easy on the eyes. Angela thinking to herself "could I be into women? She is adorable, cute and sexy?"

Rachel hands Angela an itinerary, causing her to come back to reality. "This is your itinerary for the week at corporate, outlining the meetings you will be part of."

As Angela glances at the three pages she notices that there will be little time, if any, to meet her parents during the week. Not only are the days full, with barely a break for lunch, but the evenings will go straight through to 10 pm. Thinking to herself as they are walking to the conference room, "I will certainly need that second week to recover from this daunting schedule.

Meetings on top of meetings, Angela assesses. Some to observe the inner workings at corporate while others are more interviews intended to assess Angela's current position with the company while investigating her potential for the future. Angela will be introduced to all the top executives. All these meetings will give both corporate and Angela an idea of what lies ahead for her should she decide to remain with the company. Angela still intends to see what the grass is like on the other side of the fence, yet she will at least have an idea of her place in the company.

As they reach the conference room, enter and sit in the chairs by the wall, they observe what is happening. Rachel tells Angela "This is a meeting of the executive committee pertaining to the upcoming shareholder's meeting. They are setting the agenda."

Angela whispers in Rachel's ear "Interesting, I have never been part of the process and have only attended the shareholder's meeting online." As she whispers in her ear, Angela inhales the scent of Rachel's perfume and thus her thoughts continue to meander back to her thoughts earlier... "am I attracted to women?"

The meetings and thoughts would continue throughout the week and thus nothing earthshaking would happen. That is until Thursday afternoon. As Rachel continued to guide Angela through her itinerary and a meeting involving the Mergers and Acquisition Department. They were in the process of finalizing the debt structure of a yet to be announced takeover in that the company Angela works for is the primary underwriter of the debt component. As Rachel and Angela were observing the details being finalized a chill consumed Angela when she recognized one of the attorneys. It was Jennifer. Butterflies started swirling in her stomach and a wave of fear consumed her. It has been 12 years since they last saw each other and at least 9 years since they last communicated.

Next came the "what ifs". Angela's mind raced with speculation...

"What if she hates me for not keeping in touch with her?"

"What if she is angry with me?"

"What if she recognizes me and ignores me?

"What if she causes a scene when she sees me.?"

"What if I just slip out and avoid all of the potential what ifs?"

With everything racing through her mind, Angela's anxiety consumed her. Here was a woman, usually cool under pressure, now a total wreck. She clutched onto her skirt so not to reveal the tremors in her hands nor her sweaty palms. The major catalyst fueling Angela's anxiety was her dreams involving Jennifer prior to her trip. Angela never anticipated this moment happening. A city of eight million people and not more than fifteen feet from her was her best friend whom she had not spoken to in nearly nine years, was in the same room with her.

Speculation and butterflies are not a good combination as Angela did everything to keep from getting sick. Her world around her began to fade away only to be brought back by her name being uttered from across the room...

"Angela?"

"Is that you?"

Still dazed and somewhat confused from all the anxiety she concentrates and focuses on the direction she heard her name and smiles.

Jennifer gets up from her seat at the conference table and walks over to where Angela is sitting. As Angela looks up she continues to smile, yet the nerves are racing through her insides.

"Angela... it is you!!" Jennifer gushes with excitement. "I would never forget your eyes, no matter what color your hair is. Stand up and give your best friend a hug!"

Somewhat hesitantly, Angela stands as her hands are still glued to her skirt, Jennifer wraps her hands around her as their bodies pressed together and gives her a kiss on the cheek. Holding her for several seconds all eyes in the room are now fixed on the two friend's embrace. Angela slowly wraps her arms around Jennifer and returns the hug. Feeling Jennifer's heart beat against hers, Angela's anxiety begins to subside. Racing through Angela's mind was the question.

"I am holding on to the girl I have been having sexual fantasies about and her embrace is so soothing... this makes no sense?"

Composing herself, Angela releases her embrace, yet the only problem is Jennifer hasn't.

Jennifer says in such a confident and reassuring voice... "Angela I have missed you soooo much. I have wanted to reach out to you so many times but something would always get in the way." Then a barrage of questions ensue from Jennifer.

"How have you been?"

"What are you doing here?"

"How long are you here for?"

In a soft and somewhat hesitant voice Angela says... "slow down Jennifer"

Jennifer apologizes, "Angela, so sorry, I can't help it... I am just so excited I can't help it. The last thing I expected today was to see you here, in person, in the flesh. I have missed you sooo much!!!"

"Me too," Angela responds in a reserved tone.

It has been awhile but Jennifer still knows when something is wrong with Angela.

Angela looks at Rachel and asks "what's next on my schedule?"

Rachel responds "You don't have anything until six"

"Thank you Rachel, can you come and get me before my next meeting, I would like to catch up with my friend"

"Certainly" Rachel responds "I will meet you back here at 5:50 should you decide to go somewhere else to talk."

"Thank you, see you then"

As Rachel leaves the room and the other people continue in their own conversation, Angela looks at Jennifer with eyes conveying a mix of emotions... joy, fear, curiosity, excitement. Taking a deep breath, Angela's smile beams from ear to ear as the initial shock is starting to wear off and says...

"Let's go to my office, temporary office that is and we can catch up... do you have time?

"This was my last meeting of the day" Jennifer responds as she is beside herself with excitement.

As they walk down the hall together, Jennifer keeps the conversation going while Angela continues to regather her composure. As they reach Angela's office, they both enter and Angela closes the door behind them. Angela gestures to Jennifer on the couch adjacent to her desk. As Jennifer makes her way to the couch, Angela absorbs the vision of loveliness that her friend exhibits as her pounding heart echoes in her ears. Jennifer is even more beautiful than she was when Angela had last seen her and conveys that to her.

"Jennifer, you are more beautiful now then when I last saw you before leaving for college".

"Angela, I can say the same about you, California most certainly agrees with you. I'm surprised you aren't blonde anymore, but what you have done with your hair has just made you even more beautiful"

As Angela blushes from the endearing compliment, she recalls the barrage of Jennifer's questions from earlier and responds.

"I am in town for two weeks, this week on the company's dime, next week on my dime. I'm wanting to test the waters and see what my value is in the job market. I am happy here and will likely be in line for a major promotion, but still want to see what my value is to others."

"Wow, that's great," Jennifer responds. "So, what is your plan for the week on your dime?

Angela responds, "I was just going to extend my week and then go out to see my parents when my schedule is clear. They are having a barbecue on Sunday, you should come. When was the last time they saw you?"

Jennifer smiles as she responds, "I would love to see your parents again, they were like a second family to me when we were in school."

Angela counters, "Yeah, they saw you like a daughter and I believe would love to see you again"

Jennifer transitions to their reconnecting by asking "So, now that we have reconnected, would you rather stay at a five star hotel than with your best friend? I insist you stay with me for the week. I am only a few blocks away and just up the way from your office. I have plenty of room and best of all, we can reconnect. My guess is you have as much to share with me as I do with you."

Angela smiles at her friend as she ponders all that Jennifer has shared. Hesitation is running through her mind as she again recalls her dreams of Jennifer.

Jennifer chimes..."Remember Angela, I am not accepting no as your answer, therefore it is settled. I will call a car for you on Sunday morning when you check out and we can take your things to my place and then head to your parents in the afternoon.

"You always did take the bull by the horns didn't you, Jennifer?"

"Some things just don't change and that is one of them, it has worked well for me, even now" Jennifer professes.

"OK then, consider it a date, dates??? Whatever it is, I look forward to catching up with you."

"Jennifer"

"What is it Angela?"

As she pauses to consider what to say, Angela runs through her mind, do I or don't I tell Jennifer about the dreams now, or even ever?

Then Angela responds "I have missed you too. I was so not expecting our chance meeting, but now that we have reconnected, I can't wait to reestablish our friendship again. It has been way toooo long"

With that said, this time Angela stood up and Jennifer followed, opened her arms and they hugged again. This time, with all her senses having returned to normal Angela feels Jennifer's body pressed against hers, recalling the dreams where her body was likewise pressed against hers. Now, Angela can actually feel Jennifer's warmth, her heart beating against her own chest and the scent of her perfume emanating from her neck and the fragrance of her hair. All of Angela's senses were actively gathering information and her mind was processing all that information. Accordingly, her body was responding in a way she has never experienced with Jennifer. Her heart rate began to race, her nipples were stiffening under her bra and her pussy was beginning to tingle.

Angela was the first to break their re-encountering hug. They both smiled as Angela moved towards the door, opening it as Jennifer checked her phone for the time.

Jennifer acknowledges "You have your next meeting coming up, will you be able to wait until Sunday? I know it will be a long three days for me"

"Me too" as Angela sighs, yet in her mind is relieved because she didn't believe she would have been able to be alone with Jennifer in the office without embarrassing herself. Thus the sigh was more of relief than disappointment, though she was disappointed as well.

"See you Sunday morning" Angela says as Jennifer exits her office.

"Can't wait, see you then."

With Jennifer's exit, Angela attempts to regather her composure as she heads to the conference room to reconnect with Rachel for her next meeting.

As Angela enters the conference room, Rachel is waiting in the seat she was in for the last meeting they were there for. Rachel is all smiles when Angela walks in the room. Self conscious, Angela can't help but notice Rachel's smile.

"That's some Cheshire Cat Smile you have there... what's up Rachel"?

"You are one smitten woman!!!"

"What do you mean?" Angela asks.

Rachel explains "Angela, you would have to be blind, deaf and dumb not to see the chemical reaction that occurred when you and Ms. Hanson came together. Good thing the rest of the room were men, who are basically oblivious to such things. I could hear your heart pounding, you became antsy and nervous when you heard her call your name. A friend does not respond in this way. One who is attracted to the other most certainly would. This is none of my business but you need to pull yourself together because that time you spent together in your office did not help. You are as flush as before, Your blouse and bra are not effectively concealing how your body is still responding to your interaction. Your nipples are giving you away."

Angela takes a moment to process everything Rachel has just shared with her and she concludes, everything Rachel said is true.

Angela ask Rachel, "You're right, how bad of a mess am I right now?"

Rachel conveys, "Angela, go get your purse and let's go to the ladies room and pull you together. You only have two more meetings for today and then you can go back to your hotel room and regather yourself for tomorrow."

As Angela heads to her office to get her purse, everything Rachel shared floods her mind. "Am I smitten with Jennifer?" "Is it that obvious?" "What will next week be like if I am this way now after just two brief moments with my best friend who started invading my dreams just two months ago?"

On reaching the bathroom, Rachel had a cup of herbal tea waiting for Angela. "Here, start with this" and hands her the paper cup. Angela's hands still trembling, she takes the cup and begins sipping it. The hot herbal mix passes her lips and almost immediately begins to work its calming effect and thus bringing the extremely flush banking executive back from the internal emotional roller coaster that ran through her entire body. Her first encounter with a consulting attorney, who just happens to be her best friend and whom she hasn't seen in nearly a decade has apparently taken on a third dynamic.

"Rachel, please don't tell anyone about what you have witnessed. It would undermine my credibility and likely harm any chance I have for advancement. It would likely be seen as unprofessional and inappropriate"

"Angela, you would be surprised by the secrets I have been asked to keep. Don't take this the wrong way, but what you are asking me to keep quiet is nothing. If you weren't so smitten with Ms. Hanson, I would be all over you... and I hope that wasn't too inappropriate. You are gorgeous in every way and a little secret that I will share with you, and I hope it doesn't embarrass you too much."

"What's that Rachel"

"Since you have been here this week, I leave the office with soaking panties."

Angela begins to blush again as she smiles at her new confidant. "I guess we both know too much and self-inflicted mutual destruction wouldn't be good for either of us. I believe I have just gained a new friend."

Rachel responds, "Without a doubt in my mind Angela. You had no idea what was going on with me regarding my attraction to you, so I hope you know that I can work in any situation, including one where it would have been easy to throw all caution to the wind, yet took matters into my own hand and in private."

"Rachel, right now, I don't know what to think about Jennifer. I have never thought of her in any other way than my best friend. That is until her image started invading my dreams two months ago. I don't even know how or what to think right now. I believe next week will provide me with more clarity. She has asked me to stay at her place while I take a week off and visit family."

"Angela, all I will say about that is don't overthink anything, consider your first thought, your first impression because they are more accurate than you may think. And on that note, let's get you to your next meeting".

"Rachel"

"Yes Angela"

"Thank you"

The rest of Thursday was uneventful as Rachel and Angela continued to work together yet strictly professional. The same happened on Friday, as Angela's week at corporate was winding down and she had most certainly gained perspective as to how she was viewed through the corporate lens, not to mention a new friend and confidant should a position be offered and thus her need to relocate to the city. All in all it was a good week. Next would come a week involving family, possible new employment opportunities and Jennifer.

Ahhh Jennifer.

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Angela spent Saturday resting and processing all of her emotions from the past week, specifically Thursday when for the first time in nearly a decade Jennifer was back in her life. Before college they were inseparable and now after being separated for so long they are now back in each other's lives. Will it be for the week or will it extend beyond? If it were only about two friends reconnecting that wouldn't be stressful. Yet it isn't that simple. Complications abound.

Angela has been trying to understand her response to Jennifer at their first encounter in the boardroom during the M&A meeting and then their brief talk in private. Angela recalls that if anyone were to see her insides, they were a total mess. Rachel saw and knew but to Angela's relief the room was filled with completely oblivious men. This reliving Thursday over and over again in her mind did not help draw any conclusions. She did not know if Jennifer was experiencing the same whirlwind of emotions as she was. "This is excruciating" Angela thought and there is nothing she could do about it now. A restful Saturday turned into a roller coaster day without the benefits of the fair.

A restless night would ensue as Saturday turns into Sunday and a new wave of thoughts and emotions come with the new day. Awakening at 6 am as she usually does, Angela would try to infuse some "normal" into her day by going about her daily routine. She didn't need to check out until 11 am when Jennifer said she would have a car waiting for her.

Angela's routine did bring a calm to her racing thoughts and emotions but they would soon evaporate when her phone buzzed and it was a text from Jennifer letting her know the car was on the way. She had apologized because she had to go into work to finalize the paperwork of the merger she was working on for a Monday AM press release. Knowing that she wouldn't see her immediately caused a calm to come over Angela's emotions.

Jennifer did text "there is no way I am missing the barbecue and seeing your family again. Depending on how long I am at work I will either meet you there or pick you up... I'll let you know by 1."

Angela's response was a simple "k"

As Angela was getting ready to check out she remembered how much Jennifer loved fruit. It was like an obsession for her growing up. For all that Jennifer was going to be doing for her in letting her stay at her place for the week, she decided to arrange for a delivery of a gift to show her appreciation. She had scheduled the delivery for Tuesday.

In addition, Angela had sent texts confirming her appointments on Monday and Tuesday for interviews with three rival big center banks. It worked out that she would have the rest of the week to herself and anything that could transpire. This would be the first true vacation she has had in years. It would also be the first time in years that she is home and around family.

The car arrived at the time Jennifer had said it would. The driver was a friend of Jennifer's whom she trusted. A good looking gentleman exited the vehicle right by where Angela was standing.

"Angela?"

"Hi, I'm David, a friend and colleague of Jennifer's. She said she was sorry she couldn't pick you up"

"Hi David, she texted me, so I know. Thank you for doing this."

"Jennifer has a way with words and in seeing you I can see what she meant when she said... "take good care of my best friend, if you don't, you're fired." Then she laughed.

David continued, "Even with the laugh, I still believed her to be serious, so I hope whatever you tell her consider that my neck may be on the line." As David smiles.

Angela laughs, "I think I may still have some influence, so I will put in a good word for you."

With that, David loaded Angela's bags in the back of the SUV and hurried around to the front door... telling her "hands off that handle"

"Wow, a gentleman, do they still exist in the city? I'm impressed."

As Angela got in, David closed the door behind her and hurried around to the driver's side, buckled up and began to exit the hotel driveway. Small talk ensued for the five block drive that if it were a weekday would have taken a half hour, yet on Sunday was ten minutes. David helped Angela with her bags as they boarded the elevator and David pushed the 32nd floor of a 33 floor high rise condo building. Angela was thinking, "must be some view. I wonder how much a slice of space in the sky is going for these days."

Upon leaving the elevator there were only two doors on the floor. One on the left of the elevator and one on the right. David walked towards the door on the right. Angela was thinking "Jennifer has an entire half floor of prime space in Manhattan"

As David unlocked the door and allowed Angela to enter first, she was in awe of the vast open space and elegant décor. David showed Angela to her room and placed her luggage on the bed.

"I will leave you to yourself so you can get settled. Jennifer tells me you are headed to your parents this afternoon. Have a great time. If I don't see you before you go, have a safe trip back to the left coast."

"David, you don't have to go on my account, you are most certainly welcome to keep me company and we can talk more."

"Thanks Angela, but I have other plans and my wife is awaiting my return."

"I fully understand David, thank you again for your gracious attention to my safe arrival to Jennifer's palace."

As David leaves, Angela's phone buzzes and it is Jennifer. "I wanted to let you know I will be there in about 10 minutes and we can drive over to your parents. Meet me at the front entrance."

Angela gathered together what she had planned to take with her to her parents and headed for the elevator.

As she exited the revolving door of Jennifer's condo building, a horn sounded, gaining Angela's attention it was Jennifer in a Mercedes convertible.

"Your chariot with 500 horses has arrived" chimed Jennifer. "Ready to go?"

Angela hops in the car as Jennifer comments, "casual fits you as I believe any style would.'' Wearing her hair pulled back in a ponytail, untucked sky blue blouse and designer jeans adorned by a pair of three inch heels. Angela smiled at her friend with a "your not too shabby either" Not really flirtatious but complimentary response. Angela was wondering "Is this the first salvo that was to ensue? Time would tell.

A forty five minute drive brings the two women back to the neighborhood they grew up in. Many of the familiar landmarks still remained. Untouched by the constant replacement of buildings had not yet touched their neighborhood. Thus the memories came back as Jennifer drove to their past hangouts. The High School where they spent a great deal of their time didn't look much different. As they drove through the parking lot each recounted a teacher, a fellow student, an experience, an event as they lingered. Laughing at their past escapades turned into a moment where they reestablished what had never really left, a deep friendship that had endured the chaos and drama of high school. The foundation was there for their friendship to resume should they be able to invest the time and not let their professions take over as it already had.

Their time driving through the neighborhood to Angela's parent's home was also like a trip down memory lane. It was as if the last decade had not passed them by but they were in the midst of their senior year again, an effortless relationship where they each complimented the others strengths and compensated for their weaknesses.

Pulling into the driveway of Angela's parents home, another rush of memories flooded both of their minds. Both were brought back to reality when Angela's mother ran out the door to welcome back her "long lost daughter." It had been years since she had been home and video chats, email and texting were no substitute for the real thing. Followed closely behind was her father. Angela, as an only child, the focus of her parent's attention. Their relationship was solid, unlike some of her other classmates. Jennifer was the exception. She too came from a strong family, grounded in commitment.

Angela's parents were just as excited to see Jennifer as they were their own daughter. Jennifer spent a great deal of time with Angela and thus with her parents. Again, it was as if it were senior year.

As it turned out Angela's mother did not tell her that it would just be them rather than everyone else. Angela's mother wanted to have her daughter to herself, so to speak. It was only an added blessing that Jennifer was there too. They still had a barbecue outside and talked for hours. Afternoon turned into evening and the reluctance to end their reunion, but both Angela and Jennifer had to be back in the city for the morning.

The drive back to the city was equally as enjoyable as the two women lacked anything but topics for discussion, making the drive seem short, rather than the forty five minutes it actually took.

The elevator ride did not deter the laughing and talking as they continued. Jennifer followed Angela to her room as they continued their talking while she unpacked. Before they knew it, it was 1 AM. They both had long days in which Angela had two interviews and Jennifer had all the chaos of making public her clients intent to purchase one of their competitors. Jennifer left Angela's room. Letting her get ready for bed as she did the same.

The next morning arrived what seemed to be earlier than expected. Each would need to function on less than adequate sleep. For Angela, it didn't help that Jennifer continued to invade her dreams even when they were just separated by a single wall. Sleep eventually came but with a struggle of keeping Jennifer in her dreams at bay.

As each awoke around the same time, getting ready for their days in their own bathrooms their paths didn't cross until they met up in the kitchen for a quick comparison of schedules. They would not meet up again until at least 8 PM. More because of Jennifer's schedule than Angela's. They each had decided to order in from one of Jennifer's favorite restaurants. With the menu on the fridge, they each decided on what they were going to have and Jennifer would order through her App and have it delivered for the time she was expected home.

Each of Angela's interviews were encouraging in that both banks were aware of her reputation out west and it was a positive reputation. Each presented several options for Angela to consider should she decide to take the plunge. Both included an option to relocate to the city for which Angela has been wanting to do for some time now. She has yet to hear from her current employer if the option to relocate is on the table.

Jennifer, on the other hand, had a nightmare of a day. The press release went out with several errors in that they selected an older revision. The mop up went from there.

Angela got back to Jennifer's around 6 pm after having treated herself to some shopping, which included another gift for her hostess. This time it was an ensemble of scarfs, something Jennifer has always used to accessorize whether for her neck, her wrists, her waist or even her ankles. Jennifer had a flare for style and she wore it well.

Angela kept herself occupied by face-timing with her mother. Apparently they didn't talk enough at dinner last night, thus she got to hear about all the family stuff that wasn't covered the night before. When the intercom buzzed, Angela said she needed to go, that dinner was here and would talk to her tomorrow.

Having hung up with her mother, Angela went to the intercom and was informed that their dinner was here. This condo had a type of concierge service for the building's residents and was told it would be up shortly. In less than two minutes there was a knock at the door and it was dinner. Angela so often would eat alone, but tonight would wait for Jennifer, no matter how late she might be. The last text she got from her at 7:30 was "still here, not sure when I will get there, go ahead and start without me".

Angela's response was "not on your life... I'm waiting for you."

Jennifer's response was an emoji smiley face and a "thanks, see you when I can"

Angela took the liberty of putting their entrees in the oven to keep warm and the salads in the fridge. To her surprise when she opened the fridge door she saw her first gift to her hostess. Jennifer hasn't seen it yet. It must have been brought up by the concierge service. "I hope she likes it"

Jennifer doesn't come through the door until after 9 PM, exhausted, frustrated and in a mood. The first words out of her mouth as she walks in "I apologize now if I am a bitch tonight. It was a day from hell"

Angela meets her friend at the door, extending her arms, not even considering the emotions she has been encountering towards her friend. As Angela brings Jennifer in for a comforting hug, she tells her, "why don't you go change and I will get dinner ready."

Jennifer professes, "I won't be good company tonight, so proceed with caution and at your own risk."

Angela counters, "I consider myself warned, I have had days like this so whether you want to talk or not, is entirely up to you and know that I will not be hurt or angry with you."

Jennifer respoinds, Oh, Angela, there is a silver lining to today, but I can't enjoy it yet."

To which Angela asks "What's that?"

And Jennifer reveals, "I have Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off, my hazard pay for the incompetence I had to clean up."

As Angela infuses her own glass half full attitude, "Well you may not be able to today, but know this, it doesn't begin Wednesday, it begins Tuesday night when you get home. I only have one interview tomorrow so I will play the happy homemaker and make you a home cooked dinner."

Jennifer gleaming, "That sounds amazing, I can't wait, yet I have to" as Jennifer gives one of her exaggerated frowns with her pouty lips and they both break out laughing.

Dinner and the company, considering the events of the day, were still enjoyable and gave Jennifer a chance to decompress but she was still exhausted and worn out. She would go to bed right after dinner and Angela offered to take care of the clean up. With a hug and a smile, Jennifer kissed Angela on the cheek... "this takes me back to some of the times when I needed you most and you were there for me."

Angela responds, "I'm just sorry I haven't always been there for you over the last ten years, no time like now to be there when you need someone."

Angela saved the surprise in the fridge for Jennifer to discover on her own.

Tuesday morning was equally as hectic as Monday and thus both Angela and Jennifer had a quick breakfast and headed their own ways for the day.

Angela's third meeting went extremely well and now is flush with options. Yet having the rest of the day to herself until Jennifer gets home, her focus was not on the job offers but on her friend. She was thinking...

"We're going to spend the next three days together, without interruption, no work distractions, no family functions"

And yet the elephant and gorilla residing in the room between Angela's ears was all she could think about...

"What do I do about my feelings that have come to the surface towards Jennifer?"

"Does this make me a lesbian? I am not attracted to any other woman, just Jennifer"?

"Am I confusing my attraction with friendship?"

"Jennifer is in my dreams constantly and what I am seeing and feeling, I can't say I don't like it, because I am feeling something that I have never felt with anyone before... and I am liking it, but am scared."

"No one has ever made me feel this way and the funny thing is, it's all a dream."

"What am I going to do"

All of this running through Angela's mind was getting her hot and most certainly bothered. Her breathing was deep and if she could see her face it would be as flush as the other day when Rachel noticed. It was like her mind was enacting a coup over her body.

"What am I going to do??? Jennifer is going to be home soon and I promised her a home cooked meal and right now the cook is a horny mess."

"I can't let her see me like this."

"I need to change, but maybe I should get a shower first, maybe a good cold shower will calm me down."

As Angela went to the bedroom, her phone buzzed. It was Jennifer, letting her know she would be leaving the office in two hours.

"Oh no" Angela thought, "She was going to be home early, so it will have to be a quick shower and hope I can pull myself together."

A quick shower it was. Her body still aroused, Angela put on her baggy workout sweat shirt and sweatpants, attempting to hide every bit of her aroused body.

"Checking out the kitchen to see what Jennifer has available... there wasn't much, but enough to pull something off. Angela's mother taught her how to cook and much time would be spent in the kitchen around preparing the meal. Jennifer was part of those experiences many times, so tonight's meal preparation will likely bring back more memories from their high school years.

Angela found some vegetables, flour and eggs, enough to make a pasta dish. The one thing she was missing was cheese, so she did a quick scan of her phone for a local store APP that offered same day delivery but couldn't find any. Then Angela thought about the concierge service in the building and buzzed down. To her surprise, they had a small grocery store in the building meant specifically for the resident's convenience. Thinking she would have to go down, the voice on the other end asked...

"What do you need me to bring up for you?"

Surprised by such a convenience that was available Angela ran off a list from her head of cheeses, spices, bread and more vegetables for a salad she would need. As she prepared the pasta and let it rest before cutting it, there was a knock on the door. It was a gentleman with her groceries.

Now, having all the ingredients for a sauce, Angela wasn't certain how it would turn out because the longer the sauce simmered, the better it tastes, and she didn't have a lot of time for a good sauce to develop.

"Not sure what a one hour sauce will taste like?" She thought as she continued her meal prep.

Salads were chilling in the fridge with a from scratch vinaigrette Crusty french garlic bread is ready to grill and fresh pasta is ready to drop when Jennifer comes through the door. She has continued to let the sauce simmer on a low heat, squeezing every additional minute she can, hoping it will turn out and not be a total disaster. Just the challenge when you make it from scratch.

As Angela was setting the table, she heard the door open, followed by a bellowing...

"free at last, free at last, halleluyah Jennifer is free at last... at least until Monday"

As she shuts the door behind her and puts her things on the chair by the door, both make eye contact from across the room as Jennifer jokingly says "hi honey, I'm home, what's for dinner, I'm hungry."

To where Angela smiles, laughs and responds jokingly as well "how was your day dear?"

They both roar with laughter at their domestic parody. A much needed laughter given Angela's emotions and feelings to her friend.

"Go change" Angela chimes "and I will drop the pasta and put the bread in the oven."

Smiling, Jennifer responds "Can't wait, whatever you are cooking it smells incredible."

A few moments later, taking a hint from what Angela is wearing, Jennifer too comes out in sweats.

Angela didn't think about wine because neither of them drank in high school, so when Jennifer asked her if she wanted a glass of wine, she was taken by surprise.

Angela responded, "I'm sorry, I didn't even think to ask if you wanted a glass, considering we didn't drink in high school and I never took it up since. Tried it a couple of times but couldn't get past the taste."

Jennifer conveys, "No worries Angela, I know what you mean, yet I found a couple of labels I liked and have since included a glass with dinner, something about digestion and health."

Angela responds, "well if it comes highly recommended you can pour me a glass, I'll try it."

Jennifer smiled at her friend, first asking, "what type of sauce, red or white?"

"Red" Angela responded.

And with that piece of information, Jennifer selected the appropriate wine for the dinner Angela had just finished preparing.

Pasta was done, drained and in the sauce ready to be served, bread out of the oven and salad with dressing on the counter, all ready to be served.

Jennifer was amazed..."you did all this in two hours? WOW!!! You're amazing. This reminds me of all those times in your mother's kitchen for which I was the recipient of many incredible meals while you and your mother made what should have been laborious, effortless. I see you haven't lost what your mother shared with you."

Angela responds, "It helps when you have your best friend to cook for and share the fruits of your labor. It is a challenge cooking for one, but it means plenty of leftovers. FYI, the sauce was only able to simmer for a little over an hour."

"Your point?" Jennifer ask.

"Jennifer, how much you have forgotten. The longer a sauce is able to simmer the better it is, so I am not certain if this sauce will be any good. You will be honest with me, right? You won't sugar coat your answer because we're friends right?"

"Absolutely, Angela, I have never lied to you and will not do so over a pasta sauce"

As Angela brings the salads to the table, her hair pulled back in a pony tail and all makeup off, she smiles at Jennifer and does her best Chopped impression of describing the dish before Jennifer.

"Tonight you have a simple Caesar salad with a fresh shaved blend of cheeses topped with homemade croutons and a homemade vinaigrette dressing on the side... enjoy"

Jennifer applauds and smiles, "Chopped, really?"

Angela simply smiles "I couldn't resist, you are a judge of one."

As they consume their salads, each shares their experiences from the day. Both had productive days but were glad the day was over and the rest of the week belonged to them.

Jennifer asked Angela, "so, what do you want to do for the rest of your time here? Being from here, I would say the touristy stuff is a no?"

Angela responds, "Well, being a tourist now, it may not be a bad idea. Growing up in the city, you tend to stay away from the tourist stuff, that is unless you have someone visiting who wants to do the tourist stuff. Now, I'm a visitor, so it may not be a bad idea. You can be my guide."

Jennifer gets her phone from her purse and starts searching for things to do in the city.

"Don't forget restaurants." Angela chimes in.

"Of course not Rachel Ray." Jennifer smirks.

Angela with her phone types what they have both agreed to do in her notes APP.

As they talk about their plans for the next few days and consume the meal expertly prepared, Angela has this overwhelming calm reside inside her. A new emotion that has added to all of the others, further confusing her.

They linger and talk long after the meal is done, sipping on their wine. As much as they have talked since Sunday, they have not repeated their conversation even once.

Angela asks about dessert for which Jennifer says..."I can't eat anymore. You know, with your cooking you could ruin me and my body, you are dangerous, you know."

Smiling, Angela responds, "It has taken a great deal of will power on my part not to ruin my own body, I know what you mean. Why do you think I work out each morning? If I didn't I could not make these baggy sweats look so sexy."

Both roared in laughter.

As it was getting late and they had scheduled a busy day for Wednesday, Angela chimes in...

"I'll wash you dry."

Jennifer smiling "deal"

Twenty minutes of washing, drying and cleaning up has returned Jennifer's immaculate kitchen to the state it was in prior to Angela's encounter. It was approaching 10 pm, with the meal having settled in both women, they were literally falling asleep at the table as they attempted to resume their conversation. Both agreed to go to bed and try to get a good night's sleep for the first time in a number of days, with no stress awaiting them in the morning. Both hugged and said their good nights.

Restless yet again, Jennifer rolls over and looks at the clock, it's 2:04. "I can't believe this... again??? Ever since I saw Angela on Thursday for the first time in years, everything has come flooding back."

Getting up and sitting at the edge of her bed Jennifer closes her eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath and whispers her motto..."don't take no for an answer."

"I can't bear this anymore, I need to talk with Angela, but what am I going to say to her? Hearing no come from her lips would devastate me, rejection from my closest friend. What am I going to do?"

Uncertain as to what she will do, Jennifer gathers her kimono, putting it on over her white bikini bottoms, tied on either hip and her red baby-doll top with spaghetti straps. Her shoulder length blonde hair is tousled from attempted sleep but rather sexy looking.

As she musters up the courage, she takes a deep breath and hears her stomach growl in hunger, not nerves. With that she remembers what she saw in the fridge and under her breath as she grasps her bedroom door handle, whispers to herself "here goes nothing."

As she opens her door and pads out in her bare feet to the next door, which is Angela's room, she pauses for a moment in hesitation, then brings her hand to the door, pauses again. Taking a deep breath, knocks softly on the door. In one way she hopes Angela is in deep sleep and doesn't hear her and in another way hopes she is up. Jennifer waits a moment thinking Angela is still asleep, only to have her heart skip a beat when Angela responds "Yes"

Jennifer, taking a deep breath to try to calm her nerves, says through the door, "did I wake you?

Angela says, "no I have been up, really haven't been able to sleep."

"Are you hungry?"

"Sort of" Angela responds.

"How bout that desert we didn't have earlier?" Jennifer asks.

"Sure, give me a minute"

"OK, meet you in the kitchen" Jennifer responds.

As Angela starts to get up and sit at the edge of her bed, she thinks to herself..."do I or don't I?"

With that, Angela dressed in only a white pair of bikini bottoms, tied at the hips (this is something both women became accustomed to in high school because they are comfortable to wear at any time and the impression of it being "underwear" is dismissed because it is a bathing suit.) gathers her own blue lace kimono that extends down mid thy, covering her breasts and is loose enough to conceal her aching and hard nipples because Jennifer was teasing them in tonight's dream. Reaching down between her legs Angela runs her fingers between her legs and discovers she is quite wet. Hurrying, so as not to raise any concern, she gets a face cloth from the bathroom, wets it down, unties her bottom and washes her embarrassingly engorged pussy that is drooling her nectar. "Not good." Angela thinks. "Not good at all."

Washing as much off as possible there are still traces of her nectar but at least she isn't embarrassingly drenched. Getting another pair of bottoms out of the drawer, she ties them on and sprays some deodorant in an attempt to hide her sexual scent, a scent she doesn't believe Jennifer has ever smelt before.

Gathering her composure after a quick clean up in the middle aisle, Angela opens her door and with a deep breath proceeds to the kitchen where she sees Jennifer at a distance leaning against the island in front of the fridge.

"You OK Angela? Jennifer asks.

"Yeah, no problems" which was only a partial truth.

"Good, you hungry?"

"Some."

Jennifer continues, "No worries, I have gotten my second appetite and with you here, I didn't want to eat alone. I hope that doesn't sound selfish on my part, but you are leaving in a few days and I want to be able to spend as much time with you as possible."

"Jennifer, that sounded like an apology. Take it back now, it's not warranted."

Jennifer defends herself, "But, I don't want you to think that I am some arrogant, stuck up, power tripping lawyer who can just snap her fingers or with one word can get anything I want."

"Jennifer, that isn't much different from high school. You were a master at getting your way more times than not and I have always admired the confidence you have and the motto you live by..."not accepting no for an answer" So, what's for desert?"

Jennifer opens the fridge door and brings out a bouquet of fruit.

Angela smiles "you did finally see it. It's been in the fridge since Tuesday and I didn't say anything because I wanted to surprise you. This is my motto, "do everything you can to make the people around you, whether clients or colleagues feel appreciated." You have opened your condo to me and that could not go unanswered."

Jennifer brings it to the counter and suggests "why don't we eat it here". With that Jennifer gestures to Angela to slide up and sit on the island. Heeding her gesture, Angela smiles and slides up on the island. The island is high enough that both women are at eye level to each other.

Jennifer pauses for a moment. "You have always known how to lift me up, or brighten my day when we were in high school. I see you have not lost your touch."

Angela smiles again " I guess when you have known someone for so long you are just in tune with their emotions."

As Jennifer admires the fruit arrangement of strawberries, cantaloupe balls, grapes, pineapple cut in the shape of flowers and honeydew wedges, she tells Angela, "and you remembered that I just love fruit."

Jennifer slides the bouquet of fruit beside Angela as there is only silence between the two friends.

As they just stare into each other's eyes, Angela tries to look away but Jennifer's index finger reaches up and guides her chin back to where their eyes meet again. Jennifer reaches for a strawberry and removes it from the skewer with her index and middle finger and thumb and extends it to Angela's lips, slowly dragging the textured fruit across her full lips. Jennifer's eyes focus while Angela's eyes widen in surprise.

Her senses already keenly intense from earlier feel every ridge and bump of the fruit. Her heart starts to race and her breathing gets deeper as first fear consumes her. "What is Jennifer doing?" She asks herself as the image of her dreams where she is inches from her lips has become a reality.

Jennifer sees how Angela is responding and is thinking to herself "she is certainly aroused, it is now or never".

Angela opens her mouth with the intent of asking Jennifer what she is doing when before a word can come out, Jennifer glides the strawberry from Angela's lips to her tongue to which Jennifer utters a single word "taste". As Angela's lips clamp down on the fruit and her teeth sheer through the succulent and sweet fruit, Jennifer whispers again "no words, indulge me."

As Angela tries to get out the word "what?" she is stifled by Jennifer's index finger pressing against her lips as she whispers again "no words... indulge me... understand?" Chewing the fruit, Angela nods as her breathing gets deeper. Jennifer reiterates, "don't speak, just listen because if you say something I may not be able to finish what I need to say."

Angela nods, still chewing, conveying she understands.

Jennifer takes the half of the strawberry Angela didn't take and runs the juicy end along her lips. A different texture but equally as stimulating. Angela has come to realize from this one action just how sensitive her lips truly are. Pulses radiate through her body thus making her arousal from earlier even worse. Her nipples are stiffening and the inner lips of her pussy are pulsing as she feels her nectar leaving her again.

Jennifer moves the strawberry away from Angela's strawberry juice covered lips and moves in to taste her as she extends her tongue and lightly brushes it against her lips. Angela's eyes get even wider as Jennifer follows with a gentle kiss at first, then applying more pressure to where Angela, whose body has been in total revolt responds to her friend's invasion as she responds to her friend's kiss.

As Jennifer pulls away, freeing Angela's lips, she sees an opportunity to say something even though Jennifer asked her not to. "shhhh" Jennifer responds "I will explain, but I am asking for your indulgence."

Angela is wracking her overwhelmed mind for a definition to indulge. "What does it mean and what is Jennifer asking of me?" Then it hits her "allow oneself to enjoy the pleasure of..."

As Jennifer grabs another strawberry from the bouquet, she brings it to the nape of Angela's neck and begins to trace it with the rough skin of the fruit, continuing to feed Angela's arousal coursing through her body, her breathing heightened, her hands grasping the edge of the island, knees together, their eyes locked on one another, Jennifer opens her lips to speak...

"Angela"

As Angela attempts to focus on what Jennifer is about to say, her mouth opens with a gasp as her senses continue to flame in arousal.

"I have wanted to do this since our junior year. I could not stop thinking about just how beautiful you were. I so wanted to tell you that I wanted you but was scared that I might lose you. Do I tell you, knowing that you may not respond in the way I had hoped, thinking you might be repulsed and end our friendship altogether or would you respond with approval? I had no idea what you would say. The one thing that overwhelmed my thoughts was losing you and not being part of your life. I could not live with myself if you were not part of my life at all. So, I decided to push my desires for you deep down inside."

"Jennifer" Angela chimes in between deep breaths.

"Shhhh" Jennifer says, "Please let me finish."

As Jennifer resumes her confession to her best friend while dragging the strawberry gently and slowly along her neck, up her chin and back down her neck... "I decided to push my desires for you deep down inside, and they remained there, never to be acted upon because potentially not having you in my life meant I would be losing part of myself. All that changed on Thursday when my first sight of you in nearly a decade brought what was deeply buried flooding back. It was like a tsunami flooded me and overwhelmed me. The shock of seeing you again brought me back to our junior year and the struggles I experienced and the decisions I had made. Yet looking back now, we had been separated for a long time and you had not been part of my life, thus I had experienced life without Angela."

"Jennifer"

"Angela please, you can talk afterwards, please let me continue."

As she nods her head in agreement, Angela tries to listen as Jennifer continues running the strawberry along her exposed skin not shrouded by her kimono.

Jennifer continues, "When you agreed to stay at my place for the week, I had no idea what would happen, what I would do, what I would say, but knew this would be my only opportunity to tell you how I felt then and what I am feeling now. Right now I can see you haven't pushed me away. I have been wanting to experience you for so long and now, here we are. When I woke up, I had determined it was now or never, yet had no plan. I believe we are in uncharted territory."

Angela swallows as her deep breaths continue. As their eyes remained locked, Jennifer moved directly in front of her friend, putting the strawberry down at her side, grasping onto her wrists and softly saying "let go."

Angela's grip on the island loosens. Jennifer lifts her hands from the edge of the island and guides them behind Angela's back saying "relax" Eyes still fixed on each other, with Angela's shrouded chest rising and falling in heightened arousal, Jennifer releases her wrists bringing them to her ass as she presses to guide her forward to the edge of the island. Angela does not resist and thus moves to the edge of the island. Once positioned at the edge, Jennifer runs her hands down Angela's outer thighs.

"You are so beautiful Angela" as Jennifer continues caressing her friend's outer thighs. A glassy look has consumed Angela's eyes as they are filled with arousal. In seeing her friend's arousal deepen, Jennifer's hands rest on Angela's knees, still pressed together. Applying only slight pressure Jennifer separates Angela's knees to which there is no resistance As Jennifer continues to slide them apart to the point where the backs of her knees rest against the islands a soft moan from Angela fills the room as she utters in between deep breaths of arousal:

"Please"

"Please what Angela?"

"Please... gasp... don't...... stop... gasp... indulge... gasp... please indulge." escapes her lips in between heavy breathing and an ever deepening arousal consuming Angela's entire body.

Jennifer prompts Angela "watch me, don't close your eyes, I want you to watch. I want you to see me express my deepest desire for you."

Angela's eyes open, watching her friend spread her loose fitting kimono open. As it parts slightly, revealing a canal that runs down the center of Angela's body. A canal that includes a canyon of the sides of her heaving breast, her slender abs that continue to twitch with arousal and her bikini bottom. Jennifer runs her hands under the loosened garment as her soft fingers explore the still covered portions of Angela's incredibly sexy body. As her hands continue to explore, Angela's arousal maintains its intensity. Moans become more frequent as Jennifer's hands work their way up her friend's body.

Her hands having now progressed up to her breasts begins to caress the underside, pushing up slightly, squeezing ever so gently, encouraged by moans of delight as the recognition of pleasure continues to escape from Angela's lips. Further encouraged, Jennifer continues to caress the wonderful orbs firmly fixed upon Angela's body. Moving her caresses from the bottom to the outer sides of each breast and back underneath. With each movement narrowing inward towards Angela's pink areolas and darker pink nipples, yet not breaking the barrier of her ever increasingly sensitive pleasure centers.

Jennifer's hands circle from under Angela's breasts, moving around to above. In moving above, Jennifer runs her fingers up towards Angela's shoulders, dragging her kimono from her shoulders. Her garment falls effortlessly and gathers around her elbows, thus exposing Angela's body to her friend for the first time, now with nothing standing in the way of her impending conquest.

Now fully exposed, Jennifer returns to caressing Angela's breasts. As her hands resume generating pleasure throughout Angela's entire body, Jennifer asks "Have you ever cum solely by playing with your breasts and nipples?"

Angela taking a moment to comprehend the question in the midst of her deep and intense arousal, overloaded by an ever intensifying pleasure, merely shakes her head, indicating that she has never experienced that before.

Jennifer smiles at her friend, responding "in a little while Angela, you won't be able to say that anymore."

Angela can barely comprehend what that will be like as she is consumed with an arousal she has never before experienced. She has had orgasms before, yet has never experienced what is happening right now. So intense, so overwhelming and yet she has not climaxed.

Jennifer stops her sensual assault on Angela's breasts for a moment, leaving her in a suspended state, wanting for more, wanting for her not to stop. Jennifer pivots and goes towards the fridge, opens the door, searches for a couple of seconds, finds what she is looking for. Angela, unable to see what she has in her hand, moans towards Jennifer, "please... don't leave me hanging here."

Jennifer returns to the island and between Angela's legs with a bottle by her side, out of Angela's view. Jennifer reaches for another strawberry from the bouquet and says to her friend. "What goes great with strawberries and orgasms?" Pausing for a couple of seconds, she says with a devious smile "chocolate" as she reveals the bottle of chocolate syrup.

Opening the lid, Jennifer squeezes some of the syrup on the top of Angela's left breast. Placing the bottle down by Angela's side Jennifer takes the tip of the strawberry and using it like a paint brush begins smearing the dark sweet syrup all over her breast. The texture of the strawberry and the aroma of the chocolate resumes Angela's ascent towards the summit of pleasure Jennifer had hinted at. While she is brushing her breast with the sweet substance Jennifer continues to massage her other breast, kneading her firm fleshy orb, squeezing, racking lightly with her nails.

The slow and sensuous attention Angela is receiving has opened the floodgates between her legs. Her inner lips flush and engorged open enabling her nectar to penetrate the lining of her bikini bottom, spreading throughout the fabric. Angela's aroma has reached Jennifer's nostrils to her delight.

"Angela, you smell divine. If you taste as good as you smell, it will put the chocolate to shame."

Having covered Angela's left breast, omitting her nipple and areola, Jennifer offers a bite of the chocolate covered strawberry for which Angela opens her mouth and bites down. Breathing deeply through her nose, she struggles to chew as her need for more oxygen requires her to breathe through her mouth as well. Yet she does manage to chew and then swallow the tip of the sweet fruit that had produced so much pleasure.

Jennifer reaches for another strawberry and does the same to Angela's right breast, squeezing some chocolate syrup and then using the strawberry to apply it to her breast again, omitting her nipple and areola. For several minutes, Jennifer attention, her touch go uninterrupted causing Angela's breathing to get even deeper, panting at points.

Jennifer, again offers Angela a bite of the chocolate covered strawberry that so tormented her breast leading to waves of more pleasure coursing through her body.

"Jennifer... please... I... can't.... take... anymore... gasp... I... need... to... gasp...... cum........." As her breath continued to labor, her body engorged in all the right places... her clit throbbing, her inner lips swollen and her nipples simply aching.

Smiling, Jennifer says "you're not there yet babe... you're nowhere near the summit of the mountain you're climbing. You know, it would be a shame to let all this good chocolate go to waste." With that Jennifer's head moves towards Angela's left breast as her tongue makes contact, as she begins to lick the chocolate from Angela's ever increasingly sensitive breast. Minutes of running her textured tongue over every inch of Angela's chocolate covered breast seemed like forever to Angela in that her arousal has consumed any sense of time or space. Jennifer's relentless pursuit leads her to Angela's other chocolate covered breast, drawing Angela ever closer to that summit Jennifer keeps alluding to.

Having licked Angela's breasts clean of their recently applied chocolate covering, Jennifer teases Angela before she takes the final step of bringing her to her breast induced orgasm. Angela's chest heaving, Jennifer moves towards her left ear as she deliberate presses the lace fabric against Angela's nipples, whispering in her ear... "your nipples are screaming in your head to be sucked, to be pinched, to be pulled, aren't they?"

Angela' moans.... "yessssssss.... please.... Jennifer.... I.... can't.... take..... it.... any.... longer"

"We're close Angela, very close, all you need to do is let go and look at me. Watch me. Don't take your eyes off me."

With that, Angela's eyes are fixed on her friend as her hands cup the underside of her breasts, heavy and heaving, Jennifer's tongue tip brushes against her left areola, circling her hard and throbbing nipple. Then, opening her mouth places her lips around Angela's entire areola of her left breast, applying pressure, closing her mouth as she consumes her friend's pink pleasure center into her mouth, inhales and sucks on it.

Angela gasps with a loud "OHHHHH" as her sensitive flesh is finally paid some attention.

Jennifer then begins to tease her wanton nipple with her tongue, flicking it back and forth, while at the same time stroking her right breast areola with her index and middle fingers, applying pressure, thus causing Angela's body to begin to squirm as her arousal intensifies even more. Her sensitive areolas tighten as her nipples become even harder. Pulling her mouth away as she releases Angela's hard and tender nipple to grunts and moans filling the room Jennifer switches, moving her mouth to the other nipple while her hand replaces her mouth, causing Angela no pause, no break from the fervent attention her nipples are now receiving.

Jennifer takes Angela to the summit this time, no more teasing, just fervent and uninterrupted attention. Angela's body is now quivering all over. Her pussy goes from tingling to an all out throbbing to where she begins to stiffen as she feels her orgasm coming like an oncoming train, full steam ahead.

Jennifer's mouth is clamped to Angela's breast as she begins bobbing, her chest heaving, her stomach shakes and quivers...

"AHHH..... AHHH.... OHHH.... JENNIFER..... YES!!!..... YES!!!!....... OOOHHHH.... YES!!!"

Wave upon wave of intense, sensational pleasure floods Angela's body as she experiences an orgasm like she has never felt before.

As the waves begin to subside and Angela calms down some, Jennifer releases her hold on her breasts and comes closer to her face, kissing her friend tenderly, grasping gently to her waist with her kimono pressing against her still skin. Pulling away, Jennifer smiles at her exhausted friend as sweat has beaded on her forehead, her cheeks flush and her body still quivering as she says "How do you like the view from the summit? And that is an orgasm by tits, what do you think?"

Angela, still a puddle, is trying to comprehend what just happened.

Breathless saying"I thought I was going to explode, ripped apart from my skin, Oh Jennifer, I didn't think such arousal, such intense pleasure was even possible. How did you know?"

"Angela, that is a story for another day. Right now, I'm not done. I have more than a decade of lost time to make up for with you. Time lost with you. Not to mention we have barely utilized your gift bouquet."

In saying that Jennifer extends her hands to Angela's hips and gathers the draw strings of her bikini bottoms between her index finger and thumb, pulling on them thus undoing them. As the front falls from her body, Angela's beauty that resides between her legs is seen by Jennifer for the first time.

Shaven and neat, glistening in its own nectar, Angela's pussy is causing Jennifer's mouth to water with desire.

"Oh Angela, you are soooo beautiful."

"Jennifer, I don't know if I have anything left, you have worn me out, I feel spent."

Jennifer utters, "Shhhhh. Indulge me some more. Do you want more of what you just experienced? Lift your hips for me."

"Yes I do, but I'm feeling light headed and a little weak. I don't know if I can."

"Angela, just give it a few minutes until your blood starts flowing back to the rest of your body. If you want, just lie back on the island and enjoy what comes next. Obviously, you will be cuming next, but as I envision what I want to do, you may want to watch. Lift your hips for me." As Jennifer slides the bouquet closer."

Angela smiles "your insatiable"

And lifts her hips allowing Jennifer to remove her bikini bottom from under her. Taking the garment in her hand, Jennifer brings the wet part to her nose and inhales Angela's intoxicating scent.

Jennifer responds, "For you, absolutely." Drawing close again and kissing her friend who just experienced an enormous benefit, Jennifer whispers "I'm still hungry" and pulls off a pineapple shaped flower and brings it to Angela's lips as she instinctively opens. Jennifer inserts part of the fruit flower in her mouth, moving her head closer, she takes the other half into her mouth. As they chew simultaneously, they each draw closer together, each consuming the fruit, leading to a pineapple flavored kiss.

"Mmmmmmm..... You taste delicious Angela." grinning, Jennifer eyes another strawberry.

Taking the strawberry from the bouquet Jennifer runs the rough surface just above Angela's clit, pressing it on the hood and softly rubbing it. Then she moves it along the outer lips of her pussy, stroking the still engorged flesh, one side, then the other several times, causing Angela to moan in pleasure.

Jennifer utters, "See, you've got plenty left in the well."

Jennifer continues stroking Angela's outer lips until her breathing starts to deepen again. As her arousal once again rises, Jennifer moves the strawberry to her inner lips, stroking up and down several times with an encouraging "don't stop" from Angela "oooohhhh, that feels so good Jennifer."

Jennifer smiles "there's more where this is coming from." She moves the strawberry inward to Angela's opening, moving the fruit up and down her flush and wet opening. Taking the tip of the strawberry, Jennifer firmly pushes it inward, penetrating ever so slightly Angela's opening, in and out, in and out, Jennifer playfully coats the fruit with Angela's nectar. Removing it, Angela watches as Jennifer brings it to her mouth, "I wonder if you taste as good as you smell? Opening her mouth, Jennifer consumes the nectar covered fruit to her delight... "You do not disappoint Angela, exquisite."

"There may be a market for Angela dipped strawberries but the only one who will ever know this exquisite taste is me and you." as Jennifer grins

Taking another strawberry, Jennifer brings it to Angela's opening and teases her some more. This time taking the fruit to Angela's lips and telling her friend "eat, taste." Angela opens her mouth at her friends encouragment and tastes herself for the first time. She smiles "yes I am."

Jennifer turns to the bouquet and gathers all the champagne grapes and cantaloupe balls into her hand as Angela looks at her through her dazed eyes in curiosity, wondering what is Jennifer up to?

"Angela, I am still very hungry and you're going to do something about it. You're going to feed me." With that Jennifer bends down, squatting in front of Angela's spread legs as her eyes follow her friend's journey, taking one of the grapes into her other hand she begins pressing it against Angela's opening. As she presses, the fruit disappears into Angela's love canal. The sensation of the pressure Jennifer is applying and the penetration of the fruit causes Angela to shudder because of the stretching of her opening. One by one, each piece of fruit from the bouquet disappears into Angela, as her moans become louder with each individual penetration.

As Angela gazes at her friend between her legs, Jennifer looks up at her friend, smiling, "Feed me Angela." With that, Jennifer's mouth opens wide and she presses her lips around Angela's opening, sucking on Angela's engorged opening and inner lips, while her tongue flicks at her opening. Angela's head jerks back as her swollen, sensitive lips emit surges of intense pleasure throughout her body.

Angela's breathing grows deeper, grunting and gasping as Jennifer's all out assault starts to overwhelm her once again. This time, Angela's love canal, stuffed with fruit begins to respond as if a penis were filling her, beginning to contract, pushing against the fruit, Angela begins to push out her bounty, feeding her friend.

With each piece of fruit expelled the friends grow more and more wanton with sexual desire. Jennifer, delighting in the mixture of the fruit and Angela's nectar, reveling in the desirable combination while Angela's vaginal walls continue to contract and expand, bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm at the direction of her friend. Further stimulation of Angela's inner lips only heightened her pleasure to the point of no return.

Upon the last grape consumed by Jennifer, Angela lets out a guttural scream as another intense orgasm washes over her, the epicenter between her legs with the impact felt throughout her entire body. Flush and sweating even more through Jennifer's intense actions causes Angela to collapse on the island, laying on her back, breathing heavily as her breasts heave up and down.

Jennifer pulls away and stands up between Angela's legs, smiles as she looks down at her friend, laying there in a state of sexual bliss, where the remnants of pleasure continue to flow through her body. As Jennifer leans forward, getting a closer look at her friend and asks... "how's the view?", referring to the mountain top summit reference from earlier.

All Angela can do is smile and utter a single word "WOW!!!!"

With a smirk, Jennifer responds, "You know Angela, I'm still not done yet"

"What do you mean, you're not done yet? You have taken control of me and my body and have ravaged me with pleasure I would have never imagined possible. Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Is this payback for us drifting apart? Can't you give a girl a break or are you looking to break me?"

Grinning even more, Jennifer responds, "Not at all Angela. It is like a dam bursting, my dam that is. After so many years of suppression, the wall (the dam) can no longer contain the pressure that has built up. I can no longer contain myself. Interestingly, I have a feeling that there has been something going on with you as well. You can share with me when I'm done. Yes Angela, I am having a selfish indulgent moment, but I don't hear you complaining. As a matter of fact, and I quote..."don't stop... yes..."

"You're such a slut, you know that." Smiling as Angela says it.

"What can I say, you bring out the slut in me Angela. You are my intoxicating drug of choice. Tonight, you might say I fell off the wagon hard."

As dawn begins to reveal itself through the floor to ceiling windows of Jennifer's condo, it has been nearly three hours since Jennifer's marathon of sexual pursuit of her friend first began. Should Jennifer have her way, and it appears she will, there is no telling when it will end.

Angela herself has experienced mind consuming pleasure unlike anything she has ever felt before. Her body is crying uncle because it has been pushed to limits it didn't even know could be reached, yet her inner sex starved self is crying for more. Considering that Jennifer is the one in control at the moment, I would say that Angela's inner sex starved self will end up being triumphant.

The effects of Angela's pleasure have not been lost on Jennifer in that her body is significantly aroused, her nipples aching, her bikini bottom drenched, her lips flush and her clit throbbing. None has been lost because Jennifer is riding wave upon wave on the edge. The mere actions towards her friend have caused her to reach a point just before the point of no return. As she continues riding this edge, the pressure continues to build inside that once unleashed will be an explosion of pleasure rivaling nuclear proportions. Until her destination, Jennifer's desire focuses towards her insatiable desire for her friend's sexual journey.

As Angela attempts to regain her focus, Jennifer asks "have you ever been fucked by fruit?"

"I think I just was"

"Not even close my dear, there is more." Jennifer responds.

"Really, I can't imagine even more than what you have already done to me?"

Reaching for a skewer from the bouquet, Jennifer shows Angela a wedge of honeydew. Removing it from the skewer, Jennifer shows it off to Angela... every angle of the wedge that offers a similar appearance to an erect penis. Moving it towards her mouth, Jennifer simply says "open". As Angela responds, Jennifer slides the large piece of fruit in her mouth. "Don't bite, just swallow" As she moves the fruit in and out, simulating giving head. As the juices of the fruit coat her mouth, Angela moans in delight, realizing the comparison. Juice runs down the side of her mouth as Jennifer's oral fucking of her friend further heightens her own arousal as she swallows, taking three quarters of it deep into her mouth

Removing the firm and erect wedge of fruit from Angela's mouth, Jennifer now brings it between Angela's spread legs. Lifting herself up from the island counter, Angela props herself up on her elbows as she desires to watch what Jennifer will do next.

Any inhibition that resided with Angela has been washed away over the last three hours of intense sexual pleasure. Now, Angela is desiring to fully participate in producing maximum pleasure from her body.

As each makes eye contact, smiling at the other with sexual arousal coursing through their bodies, Jennifer takes the tip of the fruit and presses it against Angela's vagina opening, separating Angela's throbbing inner lips. In anticipation of the penetration that is to come, Angela moves her hands to her breasts and begins caressing them.

Jennifer smiles "who's insatiable now?"

Angela smiles "just shut up and fruit fuck me"

As Jennifer presses the large wedge against Angela's opening, she gasps. Jennifer continues pressing and thus penetrates her opening, sliding the wedge in slowly. Angela moans with the insertion as her breathing again becomes labored, now pulling at her erect hard nipples she tells Jennifer "more... fill me all the way" Then, Angela sliding her index and middle fingers against her hard nipples, pressing them together, generating further arousal. Jennifer continues sliding the wedge in deeper and deeper to where Angela's canal has consumed all nine inches of the wedge.

Watching it disappear inside her, Angela's lower body begins to tremble as she feels the walls of her canal contracting against the foreign fruit. Jennifer separates her middle and index fingers and begins stroking Angela's inner lips while with her other hand and their thumb and index finger press against the hood of Angela's clit, first rubbing it against her clit, then pushing the hood away from her clit, exposing the engorged pearl. Forcing the fruit to remain inside Angela, Jennifer begins licking her clit to where Angela gives another guttural yelp, experiencing an intense jolt of pleasure emanating from the core of her clit.

Angela's canal contracts and releases against the long fruit wedge inside her, drawing her ever so close to another orgasm. As Jennifer releases Angela's clit, she moves her mouth to Angela's opening as Angela continues to grunt and moan at an ever increased frequency, Jennifer says "feed me Angela" Sucking on her opening, thus she receives the succulent fruit and nectar combination. Heavier breathing and yelps of pleasure overwhelm Angela to where she moves her hands, grasping the edge of the island as she feels an enormous orgasm building to where she braces herself as Jennifer, without relent, receives the foreign fruit from within Angela.

Taking a bite of the fruit, Jennifer pauses her pursuit, thus pushing it back inside as Angela gasps "OOOOHHHH" with the return against the pulsating walls of her canal. Angela's chest heaving as Jennifer pushes in the inch that appeared. As the fruit begins to deteriorate because of the heat inside Angela, more and more juice starts to flow out of her canal giving Jennifer a delectable combination of Angela's nectar and the sweet juices of the honeydew melon wedge to feast upon. Doing her best to lap the juices, Jennifer not only licks but sucks on Angela's pleasure hole. A fountain of fluids running out as Angela reaches a climax far more intense than her first two. As the fluids flow out of her, so too the expressions confirming her climax flow out of her mouth uninterrupted "OOOOOHHHHH... AAAAHHHH... JENNNNNNNIFER.... BABY...... DON"T STOP!!!!!!

Her body trembling with greater and greater intensity as her canal walls contract and her clit throbs, Angela grabs onto Jennifer's head and presses her into her climax. After a moment, Angela's body relaxes while Jennifer continues to linger, with her tongue enjoying the flow of her fluids, as they begin to slow. Feeling the need to clean Angela up between her legs, seeing she was the cause for such a mess being made, Jennifer revels with delight at her friend's paramount satisfaction she just inflicted upon her.

Her breathing still heavy, Angela is finally able to speak somewhat coherently "Just when I believe that you could not overwhelm me any further, you do." Looking up at her friend, covered in a combination of her juices and that of the honeydew, Jennifer smiles... "If you indulge me one last time, I have one more thing to show you."

Jennifer pauses as she watches Angela's facial expressions for which she has always been able to read, watches as her expression of curiosity, (what more can Jennifer have up her sleeve?); transforms to fear (I don't think I can take any more); and finally to desire (yes, yes, yes, more please), to which Jennifer presses...

"You know you want to, because you're curious. You have tasted what sexual nirvana can be and you want more of it, don't you?"

"Yes Jennifer, whatever you have left for me, I will graciously indulge in your indulgence."

With that, Jennifer rises to her feet, goes back to the fridge and pulls out something. At the moment Angela can't see what it is. Jennifer goes over to the draw to get a knife. And walks back with her hands behind her back.

"What's behind your back Jennifer?" Angela inquires.

"Something that will make you tremble in fear yet also tremble in sexual pleasure and delight. Something that you will never look at the same way again and thus you will judge every man by from this moment on."

Jennifer reveals what is behind her back, first brings out her left hand and a chopping knife and in her right hand an English cucumber that is at least 13 inches long and must be 2 - 3 inches thick.

Angela begins to tremble with fear "Oh Jennifer, there is no way that will fit inside me, no way."

"Wait and see babe."

She brings the enormous vegetable to the counter and with the knife trims the tip of it, removing the tiny stem that still remains. Jokingly Jennifer says "I think we can remove the plastic because I don't think you need to worry about any STDs or getting pregnant with any baby cucumbers."

Angela laughs at Jennifer's joke, easing some of her fear yet still nervous about the girth of the vegetable.

Jennifer pulls the plastic wrapping down the long shaft in a slow and seductive way as if she were stroking a man's shaft. Standing in front of Angela who is watching with great interest, Jennifer moves the tip of the long vegetable to her mouth, opening and wrapping her lips around the tip as if it were a man's penis head, and begins simulating giving head.

"Jennifer, I have never had anything that size in me before."

Removing the long and thick member from her mouth in order to speak Jennifer says,"Angela, I'm not going to just thrust it in you like some guy, what fun would that be? You have heard of death by chocolate... right?"

"Yeah"

Jennifer responds, "Well, this is cum by cucumber. I believe the use of this vegetable is highly underutilized because, just how obvious could you get. I mean come on, cum is in the name."

As Jennifer moves back in front of her naked friend with her legs spread open, she reaches behind, grasping Angela's ass and urging her to move forward to the edge of the island to where her pussy is right on the edge. This time Angela is the first to initiate a kiss, yet not just any kiss but a lips open tongue exploring sensuous kiss, wrapping her hands around Jennifer's head and neck, pulling her in for an intense embrace.

Angela's once hesitant demeanor has melted away with several intense orgasms, thus warming her to the sexual desires of her best friend. Her now eager and willing desire to pursue the adventurous nature of Jennifer has in and of itself aroused her. Though there is some fear in Angela's mind pertaining to the rather large vegetable Jennifer wants to use on her, there is a curiosity that has overcome any fear, for her friend has guided her this entire time and with amazing outcomes. Angela trusted Jennifer in high school and she has put her trust in her now.

As they continue their deep embrace, Jennifer's hands move from Angela's ass, up her back and around to caress and cup her firm breasts, pinching her nipples to Angela's delight as the moan machine is up and running again.

Jennifer removes her right hand from Angela's breast in order to grab the cucumber and bring it up to her breast and specifically her nipple, running the rigged skin against Angela's sensitive nipple. As Angela breaks the embrace, looking into Jennifer's eyes with a desirous longing she whispers "your indulgence is desired."

With that Jennifer smiles, delighting in Angela's insistence, transforming from a willing yet hesitant participant to an eager and sexually insatiable recipient. Staring deep into Angela's eyes Jennifer moves the long vegetable from Angela's breast and presses the shaft against her opening. Jennifer twists her wrist back and forth, rotating the rigged skin of the cucumber against her friend's swollen and sensitive inner lips for several moments, enticing greater sensations between Angela's legs. Eyes locked upon each other, Angela rests her wrists on Jennifer's shoulders, moving to interlock her fingers behind Jennifer's neck as she continues relishing in the feeling the firm shaft is emitting as Jennifer continues to press it against her swollen inner lips and the hood of her equally engorged clit.

As Jennifer begins sliding the shaft along her lips, her leaking pussy nectar begins coating the rough vegetable, delighting Angela as her breathing intensifies yet again resulting in her breast heaving and her stomach beginning to twitch from a new round of pleasure.

Feeling Angela's warm breath wash over her face Jennifer continues moving the shaft up and down her opening and pressing against her engorged inner lips rotating it with each stroke. Angela moaning "OOOOHHHH..... AAAHHHH.... GASP.... OOOOHHHH as her inner lips continue emitting bursts of pleasure that are transmitted throughout her entire body.

Through her heavy panting, Angela breathlessly urges Jennifer "please..... Jennifer..... fuck..... me..... I..... can't.... take..... much..... more..... I..... need..... to...... cum..... please"

"OK Baby" as Jennifer moves the shaft of the vegetable away from her opening, immersed with Angela's juices, she points the tip to the opening and begins circling her opening in a clockwise motion.

Angela GASPS as she feels slight pressure on her opening, circling, then up and down and back to circling, Jennifer torments her friend as her GASPS get louder, followed by GRUNTS and with MOANS mixed in Angela appears to be composing a symphony of aroused pleasure as her sounds fill Jennifer's condo.

"You are music to me ears, my breasts and my pussy Angela" Who would not cum themselves with such an arousing and stimulating performance? I believe it is time for your grand finale."

With that, Jennifer begins pressing the large vegetable forward with greater intensity, while Angela's concerto in C (for cucumber) MAJOR begins to reach for its apex. Slowly pressing forward, Angela's canal welcomes this long awaited invasion, stretching and expanding as Jennifer's pushes ever so slowly, not to hurt her friend but offer immense jolts of pleasure with each intruding movement. With each inch that disappears into Angela's canal, her volume intensifies, getting louder. Jennifer continues until nearly three quarters of the long, hard vegetable resides inside, pushing her canal, stretching it to a point it has never been. As her canal throbs, the response by Angela's body is moving her to a point of no return... FUCK..... ME..... JENNIFER..... I..... NEED..... TO..... CUM..... NOW!!!!! I..... CAN'T..... TAKE.... IT..... THE..... PRESSURE!!!!!

Jennifer begins removing the vegetable only to thrust it back inside her, whispering in a breathy voice "you want to fucked Angela, you are going to be fucked" as she begins pulling out and thrusting back in, with firmness and frequency. "You want that, don't you???"

Angela, breathless and overwhelmed by Jennifer's thrusts, asks her again "Don't You!!!"

"YES..... YES..... YES" Angela finally responds"

Swallowing hard, gasping, her body begins to convulse all over.

'FUCK ME JENNIFER"

"More?" Jennifer asks...

'YESSSSSS...... MOOORE!!!!!!

To where Angela's body stiffens as her orgasm fast approaches.

Jennifer seeing the signs of her friend's pending explosion she encourages her "CUM ANGELA, CUM FOR ME BABY"

"AAHH.... AAHH... AHHH........ OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! As Angela becomes flush.

"That's my girl," Jennifer says encouragingly as she leaves the long hard vegetable inside her, enabling her body to rejoice as it pushes out the vegetable on its own, extending the length of her climax.

And with that, Angela falls back on the island, collapsing from the weight of her orgasm. It would take her several minutes to regain any sense of reality. Her head was spinning from lack of blood flow.

The condo continues to brighten with the rising of the sun. Glancing at the clock, Jennifer sees it is now 8:30 am.

Angela, looking up at the ceiling chimes to Jennifer "You're dangerous, you know that."

"What do you mean?"

"You could have killed me... death by chocolate indeed, more like death by sex. I have never been so oxygen deprived in all my life, not even working out, have I ever gasped so hard and so frequently, and I could swear I saw my life flash before me with you smiling the whole way."

"So you enjoyed it" Jennifer smirks

"Oh my...... YES I DID!!! I have never experienced anything like this before. I never, ever could have imagined this was even possible. Good thing you didn't kill me."

"Why is that?" As Jennifer smirks.

"Because, I have indulged you, and now as my best friend in the entire universe, it is your turn to indulge me."

"Really? I never thought you felt the same way as I do."

"Well Jennifer, that was true when we were growing up, but, I have yet to tell you what has been happening to me over the last two months since I knew I would be coming back to the city, back home, back to our home."

"Now you have my curiosity peaked."

"Peaked enough to indulge me?"

"Absolutely!!! I have a body that has been aching, trembling, leaking and screaming at me for the same attention you received for over six hours now."

"Good!" As Angela lifts her exhausted body from the island counter, sitting straight up, her breathing still elevated, smiles, sliding off the island, naked body and all, standing right in front of her friend reaches her hands behind Jennifer's head, pulls her close, embracing her with a passionate and inviting kiss, full tongue, causing Jennifer to respond without hesitancy.

Breaking the embrace, Angela takes hold of her friend's hand and says "grab the bouquet, we're not done with that yet" and leads her to the guest bedroom where she is staying. As each of them pads along the floor in their bare feet, Angela says "I guess our plans for today's excursion will have to be canceled because there is no way either of us will be able to walk after you indulge me this time."

With that proclamation, Angela leads Jennifer to the guest room, the setting for their next adventure and where Angela will share more than just her body with Jennifer.

Angela lets go of Jennifer's hand as she heads towards the dresser. Jennifer heads towards the same side of the bed as the dresser and places the fruit bouquet on the nightstand next to the bed. Watching her naked friend and still yearning for her immaculate body, Jennifer can only imagine what might be in store for her. What will Angela do?

Opening the dresser, Angela pulls out a gift wrapped box about the size of a letter style envelope and about three inches deep, no wrapping paper but an elegant red ribbon and bow. Angela turns, smiling, "when I was out yesterday, shopping after my interview, I came across these and immediately thought of you and our senior year.

Jennifer, curious, while trying to figure out what Angela could have gotten her that reminded her of senior year drew only question marks.

Angela eagerly prods her friend "Open it, open it."

Amused by her friend's over eagerness, Jennifer unties the ribbon and lifts the cover to discover an assortment of scarfs. Jennifer thumbs through the box to discover silk, sheer, cotton and satin scarfs. Some even had fringes.

"Wow Angela, I can't believe you remembered how much I love scarfs. These are amazing."

"How could I forget Jennifer, you had a scarf for every occasion our senior year. If I remember correctly, you were so particular about your scarfs that you hung them on individual hangers, ironed them, and washed them by hand. How could I forget that? So, when I saw them, I didn't have to think twice about getting them. My only concern was that maybe you didn't wear them anymore, because I don't remember seeing you wearing one last week."

"Yes I am still enamored with scarfs, but I don't wear them for work because I don't want anyone to see my soft side. When you're in a tank of sharks, the last thing you want to do is let them see you as prey, so I will only wear them outside of any work function."

"I'm glad you used the word enamored, because I intend to make full use of that which you are so enamored by, believing the affinity will wear off towards me." as Angela smiles, awaiting the reaction of her friend.

"Angela, I don't believe you need to worry about my affinity towards you, I believe the last six hours speak for themselves on that front, don't you"?

Taking the box from Jennifer's hands, Angela places the box on the table next to the bouquet of fruit. In placing it down, Angela removes the top scarf, a large satin floral print, taking it in both hands and begins to twirl it, causing it to wrap around itself and move it towards Jennifer's eyes.

"Blindfold!?! Intriguing!!! What do you have in store for me Angela?"

"Whether you are aware or not Jennifer, you have been tormenting me for the last two months. You invaded my dreams two months ago and ever since your first appearance your presence and your actions have only intensified."

"What are you talking about Angela?"

Angela softly says "turn around"

Jennifer smiles and responds to her friend's request pivoting slowly as she feels Angela's breath against her neck.

Angela continues as she brings the scarf up over Jennifer's eyes and begins tying the scarf behind her head, responding...

"First it was your face that appeared to me as I remembered you from our senior year. Then you were standing in front of me and smiling. No offense, but you have never been in any of my dreams and in addition I rarely dream. Yet, every night for the last two months there you were. The dreams continued as did your advances."

"My advances?" Jennifer questions...

"They were so vivid, so real. Each night I closed my eyes and fell asleep and it was like you came alive. Each night was more vivid than the previous. Your hands would press against my skirt, my blouse, caressing me. I could not resist you, nor did I want to resist you. The feelings were so intoxicating, so glorious. It was like I was paralyzed. Each night would get more intense than the previous as your advances would break the barrier of the clothes I was wearing. Reaching under my skirt, unbuttoning my blouse, seducing me with your sultry eyes. Each night would start off the same way but would continue to progress further."

As Angela was recounting her experience she grasps onto Jennifer's hips and the lacy fabric of her kimono, sliding her hands to the front unties her garment, running her hands back up to her friend's shoulders, lifting the garment from her shoulders and allows it to slide down her arms and falling to the floor, revealing a red top with spaghetti straps.

Jennifer feels her heart pounding in her chest as the gentle touch of her friend is generating a new wave of arousal coursing through her body.

Sliding her index fingers under the spaghetti straps of Jennifer's top, lifts them from her shoulders and whispers in her ear, "You won't be needing this any longer." Pulling the straps down her arms as Jennifer's top peels away from her skin, revealing her luscious and ample 36 C breasts for the first time as her top falls to the floor, from behind, Angela cups the bottom of Jennifer's breasts.

Releasing a soft moan, Jennifer responds "gasp... you were... gasp... saying?"

Gently stroking Jennifer's breasts, Angela resumed telling of her experience...

"Each night would become more erotic, more stimulating to where I would awake from the dream, breathless and wet. With each night my reality and my dream would begin to blur. Your hand became my hand. What you did in my dream I was doing. When you would stroke my breasts in my dream, my hands were stroking my breasts in reality. When the dream progressed to you fucking me with your finger, I was fucking me with my finger." Each time I awoke, the memory of the dream was so vivid, so real I could not tell which was which. Even when I awoke, I could not deny your presence and would continue, finishing what you started. In a way it actually did happen, that is what I did to myself, dreaming it was you doing it to me."

As Angela continued with the story and the caressing, Jennifer's breathing became labored, and heavy.

"You have been tormenting me for two months in my dreams, so much so, that when I saw you for the first time in years on Thursday, I was a mess. I can't remember the last time I was so nervous."

Jennifer's head tilts back on Angela's right shoulder as deep breaths cause her breasts to rise and fall in her hands while hearing the story and visualizing every word Angela shares.

Whispering in her ear Angela asks "And now, after what you have unleashed within me, I have to have you. Jennifer, do you want to experience the sexual torment I endured?

"Do you want to experience the intensity?"

"The aching?"

"The need?"

"Indulge me!!!"

"Yes Angela, I want all that, I want you to do everything to me. Taking you into the kitchen earlier and doing what I have wanted to do for so long, watching you, hearing you, feeling you has only intensified my aching. It is so intense, I need to cum. I need you to release all the sexual tension that is consuming my body Angela."

"Good"

Sliding her right hand down the front of her toned body, running her fingers along her bikini bottom Angela delights in the realization. "you are soaked Jennifer" as her fingers press against her opening and swollen inner lips.

"Yes I... gasp... am and it's all... gasp... your... gasp... fault"

Angela turns Jennifer around to face her and leads her to the bedside. Grasping her waist with each hand guides her down to the bed, sitting, as her right index finger moves to her chin, Angela gently tilts her head up to her and says "Indulge me!!"

With a throaty reply, the blindfolded Jennifer utters "YES"

Angela reaches into the gift box and removes two sheer scarfs, she places them on the pillow, next to the nightstand. Angela tells Jennifer "slide onto the bed and lay down." As Jennifer repositions herself in the center of the bed Angela puts two additional pillows behind Jennifer making her comfortable for the journey she is about to take. Angela in all her glorious beauty straddles Jennifer's waist, reaches for one of the scarfs, taking Jennifer's right wrist in hers and lashes the sheer scarf around her wrist, then extends her wrist to the metal slatted headboard tying the scarf to the frame. Angela then does the same to Jennifer's left wrist.

Having constrained her gorgeous friend as her own naked body hovers over the now object of her obsession, Angela leans forward to kiss her friend's inviting lips only to embrace them were her teeth and gently pulling at her lower lip teasing the extremely wanton woman and whispering "Have you ever spent time on the edge Jennifer?"

"Ohhhh.... gasp.... what"?

"Jennifer, have you ever spent time on the edge where your orgasm is so close yet you deny it, only to have your body scream at you in frustration for release?"

"I have been on the edge for the last six hours, but you taking me to the edge, No"

"Well then consider this our morning on your edge, a journey, a ride, an adventure all in one with your final destination being an orgasm like you have never experienced before." As she kisses her friend again, this time with a tongue that is seeking another tongue. As Jennifer parts her lips, Angela's tongue eagerly makes contact with Jennifer's tongue, their lips wide and locked in a deep embrace. Moans coming from both of them as Angela's hips start to grind, pressing her engorged lips and wet opening against the fabric of Jennifer's bikini bottom and her equally swollen pussy.

"Ohhhh, yes... gasp... Angela.... take me to the edge.... ohhhh.... please.... babe."

Angela responds, "Ohhhh baby, we aren't just going to the edge once, but again and again and only until I let you cum will the release you are so desiring happen." As Angela engaged in passionate and deep kisses, moving her hands down to Jennifer's hips, caressing her soft and supple skin, emitting further moans of pleasure from her bound friend.

Angela's tongue and lips begin their descent, tracing and kissing Jennifer's neck, encouraging moans of delight. As she continues her descent to Jennifer's collar bone, she repositions herself, straddling her right thigh, sliding down to just above her knee where Angela presses her pussy against the top part of Jennifer's knee. Descending from Jennifer's collar bone to the tops of her fleshy breasts, Angela brings her hands up as her tongue and lips partake in Jennifer's firm fleshy mounds, swirling her hands around, squeezing gently, causing Jennifer's moans to intensify as her nipples stiffen, while feeling the nerve endings of her breasts tingle, spreading a warmth throughout her entire body.

Angela continues to tease her bound friend, taking her time with her firm fleshy mounds, delaying her pursuit of Jennifer's hard and now pulsing nipples. She looks up at her blindfolded friend and teases her some more with some sexual taunting "your nipples look sooo good Jennifer, I can see the blood flow pulsing causing them to swell on their own."

"Yesssss... Angela.... please..... suck..... them.... pinch.... them.... I need you to.... gasp..... suck them."

"That's what you want, is it?" Angela muses.

"Yessssss"

"Who is the one bound and blindfolded? Do you think you're calling the shots here? You're my plaything now."

In saying that Angela continues to linger on Jennifer's breasts, massaging, kneading and squeezing to the encouraging moans coming from Jennifer's mouth. Then Angela starts to grind her hips, running her wet pussy and engorged lips along Jennifer's upper thigh just above her knee. As Angela's breathing gets heavier, she directs her hot breath towards Jennifer's wanton nipples.

"Ohhhh Jennifer..."

"Ohhhh Angela...."

Both ascending to the edge, their arousal intensifying, Angela begins to stroke and suck Jennifer's hard and throbbing nipples, while continuing to grind on her friend's leg. Her tongue lingering leisurely as she swirls her textured tip across and around Jennifer's throbbing nipple, alternating from one to the other and back several times, pulling on each nipple with her lips pursed and teeth scraping as she releases each time, emitting sparks of pleasure to shoot through Jennifer's body.

Jennifer's back arches as Angela's attention draws her closer and closer to going over the edge then finally squeezing and pulling on her friend's nipples, while Angela continues to grind her hips with greater velocity and intensity.

"Babe, don't... gasp.... stop... I'm so... gasp... close... gasp... please..." Jennifer begs.

"Ohhhh... gasp... that's.... my baby.... you.... gasp.... want to.... cum.... gasp..... now.... don't you.... gasp..."

"Yesssss... Angela..... please..... don't.... gasp.... stop.... Ohhhhhhhh" Jennifer urges.

Angela is also fast approaching her own orgasm, raising her hips from Jennifer's thy and releasing her hands from her nipples, she leans forward and moves her head back up to Jennifer's blindfolded face with her mouth gaped open, moaning and gasping and so close.

Angela says "Welcome to the edge Jennifer. We will both be spending quite a bit of time here so settle in"

"Noooooo Angela, please... gasp.... I.... gasp... am so close... I.... gasp.... need too.... gasp... cum"

"Not yet babe, not yet."

The sound of heavy breathing emits echoes within the guest bedroom's high ceiling as the furious escalation of desire comes to a screeching halt.

As both Jennifer and Angela settle down some, pausing in their pursuit of her friend's pending orgasmic eruption, Angela, breathing hard, reaches back into the gift box for yet another scarf, a white silk one with red tassels along the entire border of the scarf. Setting it down for a moment, Angela repositions herself, kneeling between Jennifer's legs. Angela repositions Jennifer's legs, raising her knees and spreading her thighs open, pressing them against her own thighs where Jennifer's under thighs rest on Angela's upper thighs.

As she kneels between Jennifer's open thighs Angela takes the large scarf in both hands, bunching each end together, creating two clusters of tassels "Time to revisit the edge Jennifer"

The blindfolded Jennifer has relished in her first experience on the edge of her orgasm, an experience so intense, so glorious, yet so desperate A desperation she had never experienced before. A desperation that brought her body to the brink of explosion. The brink where pure and unencumbered exhilaration left her gasping for air. If she had not been lying down, Jennifer would have passed out. So with Angela telling her it is time, she could not even fathom what could be next for her.

Angela lowers the two clusters of tassels on Jennifer's abdomen, billowing out, she drags them and their soft embrace along her flat mid section to receptive moans of both delight and encouragement. Angela takes her time caressing this part of Jennifer's body, providing a slow yet building ascent in arousal.

Jennifer hands grasp the metal slats of the headboard as her body squirms, her thighs pressing against Angela's thighs in response to the delight being inflicted upon her. Moans and gasps once again fill the room as they escape from Jennifer's lips. Angela continues to feed Jennifer's arousal as she drags the tassels up towards the now heaving flesh of Jennifer's breasts. Again, teasing the mounds while depriving Jennifer's areolas and nipples the attention they so crave.

"Gasp.... oooohhhhhh.... gasp..... Angela..... please.... gasp....."

Angela smiles as she watches her friend's sexual unrest continue to grow as the scarf's tassels at Angela's direction continue their journey over Jennifer's heaving chest. Pursing her lips, Jennifer gasps in between deep breaths.

"That's it baby... enjoy the ride, embrace your sexual arousal." As Angela brushes the tassels over Jennifer's hard and sensitive nipples. Gasping louder, Jennifer begins panting as her swollen nipples get the attention they have so yearned for.

"OOOOOHHHHHH.... hu.... hu.... hu.... hu.... hu.... OOOOOHHHHH" Jennifer gasps, squirming even more, her body is on fire with arousal.

Drawing the tassels lower, from her breast down her twitching abs to the hem of Jennifer's bikini bottoms, then along her inner thighs Angela is playing her friend's body like a finely tuned instrument, a symphony, an erotic melody, Jennifer has never experienced such intensity before.

"OOOOOHHHHH.... Angela...... Please... gasp.... babe.... PLEASE.... please.... gasp.... please.... I.... need.... OOOOOOOHHH.... gasp" and with that her panting takes over.

As Angela pulls the tassels away from her body.

"Don't.... gasp.... STOP.... PLEASE.... DON'T.... gasp..... STOP"

"You are on the edge Jennifer, not yet, not now."

"You Bitch" Jennifer blurts out all of her sexual frustration.

"You're the one in heat and panting and I'm the bitch?" Angela jokingly muses with her friend.

"Shut... gasp... up"

As Angela leans towards her blindfolded friend "Jennifer" kissing her and absorbing her heavy breaths, she calms her friend down a bit.

Lingering on the edge for a few minutes, Angela brings her hands to Jennifer's hips and her bikini ties. "It's time we get you out of this" Pulling the ties, Jennifer's bikini bottom loosens. Angela tugs on the fabric pulling it from under Jennifer's ass, she brings it to her nose and inhales. "OOOOHHHH Jennifer, your scent is soooo stimulating and enticing."

Now both friends are completely naked, nothing between them except a blindfold and wrist restraints. Angela grabs hold of the tasseled scarf again as she resumes dragging it along Jennifer's lower body, running it just above the hood of her clit causing Jennifer to gasp. Then dragging the tassels across her swollen and throbbing clit causing Jennifer to yelp as the subtle contact sends bolts of intense pleasure throughout her body.

Angela tosses the scarf to the side "Let's see if you taste as good as you smell Jennifer" repositioning herself as she slides on her belly, between Jennifer's legs. Pressing her nose to Jennifer's opening, she inhales the intoxicating scent of her friend once more.

Feeling Angela's warm breath against her sensitive inner lips, Jennifer's other senses kick in. Aware that she is so close to her pussy, she thrusts her hips towards Angela, causing her opening to make contact with Angela's nose.

"OOOOHHHH" Jennifer moans "Angela..... gasp.... please..... eat me babe.... my.... lips.... gasp.... are.... gasp.... throbbing... lick them.... gasp.... please"

Angela smiles at her friends begging as she breathes on Jennifer's lips, drawing closer and closer, extending her tongue, she begins tracing each lip with the tip of her tongue, causing Jennifer to buck at first contact.

Grasping her hips, Angela braces her friend down as her tongue continues exploring her sensitive lips. Angela repositions her right forearm across Jennifer's lower abdomen, enabling her to gain access to her hood and clit.

Angela feels her own arousal heighten as the wanton sounds of her friend heighten in tone and frequency. Her tongue continues its invasion as it moves from lips to opening back to lips causing Jennifer hips to buck as her entire body squirms. Moans and heavy breathing continue to fill the room while Angela introduces her right index finger and thumb to Jennifer's hood and begins massaging it.

The GASPS get louder and the BREATHING gets heavier as Jennifer begs and pleads with her friend "Let me cum Angela.... please.... PLEASE... GASP.... PLEASE.

"No babe, not yet" Angela continues to linger as her tongue has not yet explored all of Jennifer.

"PLEASE Angela... I'm.... so..... gasp.... close."

Angela lingers as she runs her lips and tongue along Jennifer's inner thighs.

"Soon babe, soon."

The aggravation, the frustration, the need consumes Jennifer as her body continues to squirm, her head tossing back and forth on the pillows, her hands clenching.

"This is the last time, I promise babe." Angela utters.

As Jennifer begs, "Please... gasp.... please.... gasp.... please.... gasp"

As Jennifer comes off the edge slightly, Angela takes her left hand and brings it to Jennifer's opening. Stroking her lips with her fingers, Jennifer GASPS "OOOOHHHH" Pressing two fingers on Jennifer's opening, Angela applies more pressure as her fingers slide easily inside her canal.

"OOOOOHHHHHH YESSSSSS." Jennifer squeals.

"Is this what you were waiting for Jennifer?"

"GASP..... YES.... YES.... GASP.... YES.... DON'T..... GASP.... STOP"

Angela readjusts her position with her fingers deep inside her friend's love canal, she slides on her knees and turns her fingers inside Jennifer to where they are facing up so she can curl them upwards towards Jennifer's G-Spot.

"OOOOOHHHHHH" Jennifer cries out as Angela's fingers brush against the fibrous sensitive cluster of nerve endings, extending her fingers in and out at a slow yet rhythmic pace.

With her free hand, Angela reaches up and slides the blindfold up for Jennifer to now see her friend kneeling between her spread legs, fingers sliding in and out of her engorged love canal, Jennifer's chest heaving as a result of the throws of enormous pleasure coursing through her body as her eyes roll back.

"Open your eyes Jennifer... watch me fuck you... watch me push you over the edge."

Jennifer's breathing labored, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her body squirms with her hips trying to move towards Angela's thrusting fingers as her hips seek deeper penetration.

"Fuck Angela.... DON'T STOP... GASP... PLEASE..."

"Not this time Jennifer, because I want you to scream for me. I want your dam to burst and flood. I want you to drown in what you have been wanting for sooooo long, baby. You want me?"

"YESSSSS ANGELA"

"Time for you to cum for me... CUM JENNIFER" as Angela presses her fingers deep inside further stroking Jennifer's G-spot.

Arching her back, Jennifer's entire body stiffens as her edge toppling orgasm bursts through her entire body, exploding at its epicenter, her love canal, yet not done, Angela, with her free hand begins applying pressure to Jennifer's clit, extending and amplifying her earth shaking orgasm, breaking her Richter scale.

OOOOHHHHH... ANNNNGGG... FUUUUUCKKKK.

Angela stops her thrusting and rubbing and lets her fingers feel Jennifer's throbbing clit and contracting vaginal walls. Such an exquisite experience Angela has never before known and thus felt.

Jennifer, struggling to catch her breath immersed in beads of sweat throughout her gorgeous body, eyes glossy, is fully consumed in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Angela removes her fingers and reaches up to untie Jennifer's wrists, chiming in, aware of her friend's disheveled state... "So, what did you think of the edge?" "Highly overrated, isn't it?" as Angela smirks with her friend too exhausted to even crack a smile responds by reaching with her now loosened wrists, drawing Angela closer to her for an embrace. Moving her head towards Angela's right ear, in a gasping breath whispers...

"Where do we go from here?"

Angela smiles...