EROTICA, LGBTQIA, FICTION
Meeting Up with Your ‘Mom Friends’ is the Perfect Cover for Your Lesbian Lover
I’m cheating on my husband with every woman in town — and I don’t know how to stop.
Part I
I met a ‘friend’ for coffee at the park this morning. This friend is Smoking. Hot. She has long strawberry-blonde hair, crystal blue ocean eyes, and freckles covering every inch of her gorgeous body.
Our kids go to the same school, so today, we were innocently killing some time in-between loads of laundry, emptying the dishwasher, and school pick-ups— or so I thought.
I asked her if she wanted to meet up at the park next to the school this morning and bring her guitar, to jam on the park bench while we sipped our hot Pumpkin lattes in the cool October morning air.
She obliged.
The coffee order I put in was taking longer than expected, my husband and I are on the fritz — and my pussy was throbbing for some love.
Julie and I only met a few months ago through some mutual mom friends, but I’ve always felt a soul connection with her since I found out she was also a musician. I fell for her witty sense of humor first, and it developed into an intense attraction quite quickly. She has full pink lips and high cheekbones to die for. Her arms are lean but muscular, her breasts are the perfect perky handful, and her ass is so firm and bubbly I could bounce a fucking silver dollar off of it.
I want to squeeze them all so bad.
So, there we were, playing cover songs of John Mayer, locking eyes and licking our lips as we sang together and smiled at one another.
This morning was probably the best morning I’ve had in a long time. Derek and I have been struggling — and quite frankly, I think he’s messing around on me, too. And I don’t care. (Yeah, it’s gotten that bad, and that’s where we’re at.) We’ve been in counseling for six months, and I haven’t figured out if it’s helping or hurting our marriage. I’m sure all the sex with other people isn’t helping either.
Okay, sorry, I went on a rant there for a minute — more on my marriage later.
Julie and I jammed gleefully for hours with each other. At one point, she put her guitar down and came up right next to me to show me some chords. She touched my fingers with hers, and I felt the electricity flowing through my fretboard.
Oh my — did she smell wonderful, like roses and vanilla.
I was hoping she would kiss me right then and there, but no dice. She was thinking about it for sure but pulled back for whatever reason. Julie is also married but has told me that she and her husband happily practice ethical non-monogamy; it’s worked out for them for over ten years.
On the other hand, I am just cheating on my husband (mostly) with women, and I don’t see an end in sight. I need to confess the truth to him sooner than later.
Julie and I finished our lattes, shared a few more giggles and deep gazes, then packed our guitars up and walked towards our parked cars together.
I was walking a little ahead of her at one point, and I could feel her salivating looking at my backside.
“Hey, I want to play you song that want to learn on the guitar next. I have the CD in my car — do you have a few more minutes to spare?”
“Of course,” I said excitedly and hopped in her passenger seat.
Julie fiddled with her radio for a minute, trying to find the right track she wanted to play me.
“This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave, drink in hand
Lost my discretion
It’s not what I’m used to
Just wanna try you on
I’m curious for you
Caught my attention.” — Katy Perry, I Kissed A Girl
This song is so old. Why is she playing me this sss…
As those two questions bubbled up in my brain, I looked over at her, confused but curious. The look I caught in her ocean blue eyes was unmistakable; I smiled as she leaned in to kiss me.
Fffuck. It’s finally happening.
I felt a heatwave ripple through my face, nipples, pussy, thighs, and toes as we began to kiss deeply. I could feel my crotch soaking through my underwear while Julie pressed her warm, soft lips against mine and her smooth wet tongue explored my mouth.
I could taste the lingering sweetness of pumpkin on her lips.
She reached over and grabbed the side of my face with one hand and gently pinched my nipple through my thin shirt with her other hand. I don’t know what about that simple gesture was so incredibly hot — but I hadn’t been this turned on in years. She kept kissing me passionately, and as she moved her mouth down my neck, she slipped her hand down the front of my yoga pants. I almost came right then and there when I felt her warm fingers on my eager pussy…
*bell rings*
“Oh, shit! The school bell! It’s time to pick up the kids!”
…to be continued
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