As the pandemic came to a close and restrictions lifted, I felt long overdue for a girl’s night out to catch up and celebrate with a dear friend. Gemma works so hard through the week and her job can be very stressful at times. Meanwhile, I had a lot of activities to manage in my own life so it meant that we had not enjoyed each other’s company in quite some time. After I checked reviews online, I carefully chose a restaurant with the appropriate atmosphere — a place that wouldn’t be too busy and would permit us to catch up and chat at our leisure. Prior to the pandemic, Gemma and I often chatted the entire evening away and carried on well into the early morning. I wanted our opportunity to reconnect to be perfect.
That’s why, when the evening finally came, I was surprised to find myself rushing around to get ready. I looked forward to the day for so long that when I heard a light knock at the door I was shocked and immediately in a panic. I couldn’t afford to ruin the evening by rushing or being late for our reservations. In a hurry, I opened the door and I was in the process of gathering my things as I called over my shoulder to come in. I glanced over my shoulder and did a double take and was stopped in my tracks. She was stunning as she stood in the doorway. Instantly it hit me as I realized how much I missed seeing her and I stood and stared until I was able to regain my composure.
Gemma spoke softly, “Hi Jenn…” and my eyes teared up and streamed and ruined the makeup I just applied as I rushed to embrace and hold her close.
“Words can’t express how much I’ve missed you…”, I sobbed into her hair as I squeezed her tight.
“I missed you too”, she purred before I realized I had not even allowed her to enter. I reluctantly broke away from her and immediately confessed,
“I’m sorry… I’m a mess… I’m going to need just a few minutes before we can leave but please come into the bedroom while I finish up.”
I slipped away after gazing at her again and wiped my tears as I reflected on how Gemma always managed to maintain her composure throughout the time I’d known her.
I stepped into my bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom and leaned over the sink to wipe off my makeup. I looked closely in the mirror and touched up my mascara and watched out of the corner of my eye as Gemma browsed around my room and complimented my decor.
“I remember when you bought this — I can’t believe you still have it!”, Gemma exclaimed as she lifted a necklace from my jewelry stand. I glanced over and admired her profile and beauty. Gemma wore a halter-top black dress that showed off her beautiful frame and suddenly I had an idea.
“Why don’t you wear it out? It will look fantastic on you — besides your neck looks… lonely,” I suggested.
I stopped what I was doing to approach her and extended my hand to take the necklace from her. I unclasped the silver chain and, in front of the mirror in my bedroom, reached around Gemma to drape the necklace around her neck and fastened the clasp behind her neck and left the pendant to dangle in her cleavage. Without thinking I scooped up her hair and pushed it aside, and leaned in to inhale deeply. I was drawn in by the intoxicating scents of vanilla and lavender, leaned in, and nuzzled her neck affectionately. Before I realized what I was doing I pressed my cheek and nose softly against the nape of her neck and brushed my lips along her collarbone.
I brought my eyes up to look at our reflection in the mirror and found her gazing back at me with sparkles in her eyes and at that moment I found her irresistible and so alluring.
I rubbed her arms fondly as I reflected on Gemma’s dedication to her work and continued to massage her arms and shoulders thoughtfully. I heard her purr ever so softly and it was enough to kindle my desire to reassure and comfort her. After all, her presence always had a calming effect on me whenever she was near. I leaned forward and whispered in Gemma’s ear as her chic earrings tickled my face, “Shhhhhhh… let me take care of you… and make your worries drift away…”
I brought my hands to her shoulders and massaged gently as I rolled my fingers against her tired muscles. I pressed my body close against hers and embraced Gemma from behind and enjoyed the warmth of her body against mine. In that moment, when she leaned back against me, I felt connected with her in a way that I had never experienced before. I spread my fingers against the flesh of her shoulders and drew my fingertips up pressing them across her pale skin.
As my fingers glided across her shoulders, I felt an unfamiliar tingling sensation, as if pulses of electricity were passing across the membranes of my fingertips. I noticed the hairs on the back of my neck as they stood up and experienced shivers down my spine as I heard myself say “..in fact, perhaps we should stay in after all… like old times…. we can always order take out…”
My words trailed off as Gemma reached back and ran her trembling fingers into my hair and pulling my lips against her neck once again. I pressed my lips against her bare neck and kissed openly before I lashed my tongue against her neck. I heard Gemma’s purrs turn into soft moans as I swirled my warm wet tongue against her slender neck. My hands worked their way from her neck and shoulders to find the centre of her back and the top of her dress as I toyed with the zipper on her dress and tugged playfully.
“May I?” I asked Gemma as she swallowed and whimpered ‘….yesss..’ and nodded ever so slightly.
I pinched the zipper carefully between my fingers and eased it down slowly as I buried my lips and tongue against her neck. I nipped at the silky skin on her neck with my lips until I completely unzipped her dress and raised my hands to her shoulders. I peeled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and slid them half-way down her toned arms and revealed a hint of her Victoria Secret lace bralette.
I continued to kiss my way over her collarbone and rained butterfly kisses on the back of her neck before I continued to the top of her spine. I noticed goosebumps that formed on her neck and admired the smooth contour of her back as my hands floated down her sides to the hem of her dress. Gemma raised her dress invitingly before I had a chance and I caressed and teased her trembling thighs before my fingers were drawn to the heat that radiated from between her thighs. I cupped my hand against her sex and briefly petted before I pressed my fingertips deliberately into the crease of her lace panties and held them there until the embroidery that surrounded my fingers was soaked in her anticipation. I drew my fingertips back until I felt her eager button through the fabric and dragged my finger firmly across it several times and stroked it and teased mercilessly until I was certain her panties were soaked. Gemma’s breaths quickened as I strummed her clit and heard her pant, eager to be pleased. I traced my nail along the edge of her bikini and nudged the thin fabric aside and exposed her slice of heaven. I curled my hand and deliberately slid my middle and index fingers into Gemma’s smoldering sex as she mewled in pleasure.
I sunk my fingers and stretched them deep into her wetness before I felt her clench around my probing digits. I watched in the mirror as Gemma closed her eyes and bit her lip desperately to stifle her moans. She leaned her head back on my shoulder and I worked my fingers rhythmically into her excitement. Encouraged as Gemma rolled her hips against my hand, I fingered her harder and explored her pleasure for the first time. Gemma leaked around my slim fingers as I thrust them boldly into her depths over and over. My fingers found her swollen, raised g-spot and she squirmed and rocked against my fingers wantonly.
“Oh Jenn…..” she exclaimed as I tickled and teased her pleasure spot until she was a sticky mess. Gemma bucked her hips wildly and rode my fingers and in return I plunged them firmly into her and slapped my palm against her drenched lingerie.
Locked in our embrace, Gemma rose to the tips of her toes and her body tensed and squeezed my fingers as she exploded. The first wave of her orgasm washed over her body and her chest heaved as her lungs filled with air. Gemma tipped her head back and opened her mouth to shriek but no sound came out as the second wave crashed into her and forced her thighs closed and gripped my exposed fingers. Gemma succumbed to the third, fourth, and fifth waves of her intense orgasm and cried out repeatedly in euphoria as the pleasure overwhelmed her slender physique.
I reluctantly withdrew my fingers from her entrance and Gemma let out a final sigh. Her heels touched the floor and she spun to face me and trembled as her body collapsed against mine. I raised my hand to stroke her hair and cradled her face in my shoulder and reassured her. As I held her blissfully close I thought little of the warming sensation that grew between our chests. Had I noticed, I would have assumed it was the passion I felt for her and strong sense of desire. Instead, it was the beginning of a whole new adventure together.