A Friend in Need

My husband and I were taking a much-needed vacation to the mountains. An extended weekend getaway with friends. It would be us and our friends: Bill, Britney, Alex, and Emily--3 couples, most of whom have known each other since college.  Alex was a recent addition, vouched for by his girlfriend, Emily.

We all went in on a small Airbnb on the mountain's edge. Bill and hubby were excited because you could ski right up to it if you were willing to cross a small patch of trees. The place was a cute little duplex, of which we had half. It had a small private balcony and a lounge space with board games and a fireplace, a kitchen with a small peninsula countertop, and a second floor with 3 separate bedrooms, each with a private bath. We got a score on the price because of the extra bathrooms!  

My husband, John, is a 32-year-old data engineer. He's 6 ft, even with an unruly head of brown hair and deep green eyes. He keeps a clean-shaven look and is fairly in shape, though not overly so. He's active and has been snowboarding since he could walk. I can't help but smile at him as we pull up to the condo. I am 5' tall, 31 years old, and the more homely of the couple. I have brown eyes and long, thick red hair, which I often wear in a ponytail. I don't try to stand out; I'm rarely the center of attention in most groups, largely because of my demeanor. My husband has described my build as "top-heavy with an ass to balance." I have full but perky C-cup breasts and a well-toned ass from my constant picking up children at the daycare I work at.  

Stepping out of the car bright and early, we are immediately pelted with snowballs from 2 cars over. Bill and Britney have arrived.  

Ducking for cover behind John, I call out, "Assholes!"

They laugh.  

Bill is an engineer, wiry and 5'11" tall. He wears round, gold-rimmed glasses and is slightly balding but is sprouting a rather robust beard of black hair. His girlfriend Britney is the owner of a local cafe in our hometown. 5'6", she has an ethereal build, with long blonde hair currently braided back like some Norse goddess. She's always been much thinner than I, with a smaller chest and ass than I by far. Bill has often joked he could fly her on a flagpole.  

My phone buzzes.  

Text from Emily: "I'm running late, long story! I'll be there around noon."

I relay the information to the group and respond with a heart reaction.  

We all trudge inside to inspect our accommodations.  

"We call the room with the light blue paint!" I call out.  

Booking the place has its perks, and I know I want the king bed and jacuzzi tub. The others, Britney and Bill, laugh immediately and settle for a room with a queen bed and a view of the parking spaces.  

We gather downstairs, laughing and cracking jokes like friends.

"Do you remember that time we decided to duck the ropes on that glade last year?" John asks Bill, laughing.

"Oof, don't remind me; I almost died. There was no snow cover, just ice! I scratched my skis to high hell on those rocks!" Bill replies.  

"At least ski patrol didn't catch us," John retorts.  

"That was because you both ran into the trees and texted me to pick you up from the nearest road," Britney interjects.  

The others are itching to hit the slopes. Avid skiers and riders their whole lives, I wonder how the hell they have this kind of energy after the drive up. You only learned a few years back, and you often let the others go off on their own to get some harder runs in before joining them on easy runs or at the bar after.

"You guys go get some runs in; I think I will wait here for Emily and Alex. I could use a rest anyway." I say to John

"Are you sure?" He asks me.

"Positive, go have fun, love!" I tell him with a kiss.  

No need to be told twice, he rushes after the other two to get his gear on. When they leave, the place is quiet. I light the fireplace and settle into the couch to read my book. A thrilling tale about a deadly school for dragon riders and a protagonist who is only strong enough to use daggers. Dumb, I know, but I'm obsessed and am soon lost in the pages, unaware of the time.

I finally stir when the door opens. I look to the clock. It's about noon. Realizing it must be Alex and Emily, I stand and move to help them with their bags. When the door opens, I pause; only Emily stands there, her solitary bag beside her. Alex is nowhere to be seen. I look at her quizzically.  

"I thought no one would be home and I'd be able to take a quick bath before having to face you all." She says, her voice breaking just a little.  

Take her all in. Small, with a petite build and a couple of inches shorter than I am. She's always been the group's cute, steady, happy energy. She has mousey brown hair and thick-framed glasses on. She wears baggy clothes, as always, but I know from beach trips with her that they hide a well-maintained body with very proportional assets, plus several nature-themed tattoos. My eyes linger on her face; it's puffy and strained from crying.

"Alex and I broke up." She says.  

I pull her into a tight hug.

"He said he just doesn't like me anymore and that he can do better." She cries.

I'm angry for her. Emily is the single most loving person I have ever met. She is gorgeous in her own way, and no one could ever do better than her. Hell, I often wish I could be as good a person as she is, or even have a body like hers! I don't let go of her.  

"I'm sorry, I know you were friends. I just... I," she says

"No, don't apologize. That's a dick thing for him to say, and you have been my friend far longer than he has. You are the best person I know. Now come on, love, let's get you inside." I tell her.

I drag her into the place, guiding her swiftly to my room. She stands there, just blank-faced, with small tears reforming. I draw her a bath.  

"Bath and breath. I'll be downstairs when you are ready. The others won't be back till late. Take all the time you need." I tell her.  

I hug her again and leave the room. I know she wants space right now--love and space.  

About an hour later, I'm reading my book again. The protagonist is in some trial, hopefully to bond with her dragon. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs and put my book away. I stand nervously when Emily emerges in an oversized John T-shirt.  

"I hope you don't mind; I only grabbed my ski clothes, and I was in a bit of a rush to get away. I forgot pjs." She says, shuffling.  

"Love, anything you need, just take it. How are you feeling? I don't think I'd even be here if I were you," I tell her.

"Better, the bath helped. Thank you. I think I need to be here, to be away from... everything," she says.  

I usher her onto the couch beside me, wrap her in my blanket, and ask if she needs anything.

"A glass of wine," she jokes softly.

I laugh, pour two glasses, then sit beside her and pull her head into my chest, comforting her.  

For a long time neither of us says anything. Then we say everything. We talk about how we met, past vacations and adventures, how John was nervous at my wedding, and how Emily once outran a crazy person, only to discover it was her brother trying to scare her.  

Before long, the bottle is empty. Emily stirs on me. She sits up and looks at me.  

"Thank you. I... I needed a good friend like you. Thank you for always being mine." She says.  

I reach over and brush a strand of hair from her face.

"No need to thank me. You're a friend, and I love you." I tell her.  

She holds my hand on her face, a flash of uncertainty in her eyes.

"Fuck it." She says and kisses me.

I'm startled; I have never kissed a girl before, and Emily is one of my closest friends. I'm married for Christ sake!  

A million thoughts blow through my mind before she pulls away. Only 2 matter: what will John think? He'd probably just be bummed he missed it. That man is always fantasizing about giving me to a girl. And number 2, I like the kiss--a lot.  

Emily is staring at me. Nervous

"I... I don't know," she starts.

I dive in, kissing her back passionately before she can finish speaking.  

Our lips lock, and she eagerly embraces me, pulling me onto her. My hands find purchase in her hair as her tongue explores my mouth. She pushes me back and away.  

"What about John?" She asks nervously.

"I don't think he will mind so long as I tell him every detail," I reply with a grin.  

She smiles, her hands roaming over my T-shirts and sweatpants.  

She says, " I'd be lying if I didn't find that hot, and I'd be lying if I didn't tell you I've wanted this for a long time..." 

Her hands find the hem of my shirt and begin sliding it upward.  

"Are you sure this is ok... after everything else today?" I ask her.

"This is everything I need and more. I promise I won't let it ruin our friendship, and I'll help you make sure John isn't too upset." She says before kissing me again.  

I can't even begin to process what she said before she lifts my shirt over my head. My soft, full breasts hanging out in front of her. My nipples stiffening at the lack of coverage.  

"I'm in comfy clothes; of course I'm not going to wear a bra," I tell her.  

Emily smiles, locks eyes with me, and removes my husband's stolen shirt. She is naked underneath. I stare, my eyes drinking her in--soft, supple breasts of the palest skin curve up to deep red nipples. A large, monochromatic, linearly stylized raven tattoo spans her torso, open wings gently caressing the sides of her breasts. On her arms, shadowed trees are inked; a vine of ivy wraps around her right thigh, terminating at a small tan birthmark. The mark is the only blemish on her skin, and just below it, a soft, glistening heat, clearly from a recent wax. I she pulls me down onto her. The bare skin of my chest grazing against her perfect smoothness. I resume kissing her, my hands wandering over her naked body; I squeeze her breast softly with my right hand, a perfect fit. Her hand is equally exploring, sliding under my sweats and squeezing at my ass. I shift my kisses lightly across her chin before settling on her neck, just below her ear. I softly nip at her flesh, causing her to gasp out my name.

I laugh softly, my kisses roaming to her collarbone. My right hand slides down her skin before resting just above her apex. She shifts her legs, opening below me, allowing my fingertips to graze over her sex. I tease over her barely raven, touching down once, then up, before slowly pushing just above her clit and moving my finger in small indirect circles, careful never to touch directly, yet.  

My mouth grazes over her nipple; I gently lick it into my mouth.

"Fuckkkk Jess." She gasps.

I pull my mouth off of her and look down at her, locking eyes. Silently, my finger moves down deliberately, using her slick wetness as a guide. I slip just my index finger into her. Her back arches.

"Jessica! Oh fuck." She moans.  

I smile, then lean down, sliding my body to the floor so that I'm kneeling between her legs, my finger inside her. My face inches from her opening. I slide my finger out of her before nervously tasting her on it. I've never done more than kiss a girl before, but here my horny ass is about to devour my friend's dripping cunt. Licking her finger clean, I taste her sweetness. I want, no, I need more.  

"Mine," I growl, surprising myself as I lean in to lick along her exposed wetness.  

"Oh God, yes, I'm yours," Emily moans.  

I devour my friend, my tongue spelling my name across her clit as I add just the lightest amount of suction to pull her pussy deeply into my mouth. Emily grabs at my hair; she arches her back, moaning loudly.  

Her legs stiffen, locking me between them; her hand moves to pinch her own nipples. Emily's orgasm hits her in waves, rolling through her body. She shudders, releasing my face. I laugh, wiping my mouth with my hand. She laughs back.

"I can't believe we just did that," I tell her.

"We aren't done yet," she says, sitting up and kissing me.

Her hand quickly slides under my sweats and into my thong. She wastes no time teasing as I did. Her soft fingers quickly find my wet opening.  

"Wait!" Tell her.

She pauses, asking, "What? Do you not want to"

"Oh no, I want to, but I should warn you. Jon and I may have done stuff earlier, and well, I may have let him fill me." I reply.  

Wide-eyed, she slides her hand out of me and looks at her fingers. Sure enough, the smallest bit of John's cum coats her fingers. Without thinking, she licks them clean. I stare amazed.

"Oh my, next time I want that fresh." She teases.

Voices outside the door, and the sound of skis and snowboards leaning against the condo siding, break our trance. Wide-eyed Emily and I look at each other before snapping to and rushing to re-clothe and situate ourselves, not too soon. The door opens, and a boisterous group comes in: John, Bill, and Britney.  

"Emily!!" Britney calls out.  

"Don't worry, Jess told us. You are better off with all of us! I hope you had a cozy day resting with Jess, because tonight we're all going to the bars! So hurry up and go get ready." Britney finishes guiding her away.  

"Thank you for taking care of her. When you get the chance, I need to tell you something." John says, kissing you.  

I try not to laugh as he blatantly struggles to figure out what he is tasting on me.  

"New lip gloss? It tastes good." He says

"Uh, yeah, and I also have something we need to catch up on," I tell him.  

"Well, let's go get ready and talk then." He says nervously; I am unsure why. But follow him to our room.  

Part 2 to come.