3 comments/ 26558 views/ 3 favorites Message from Becky Ch. 01 By: Charlotte35f "Maybe I should get a part-time job now that both kids are in school," I thought to myself for the 500th time. I was sitting at the kitchen counter, coffee brewing, taking a breather after the rush of getting my girls ready, out the door and on the bus, trying to figure out what I was going to do until 2:40 when they would be home. I was startled to hear the doorbell ring. The only neighbor who used to come around had recently taken a job and there was nobody else around in the daytime. I went to the door and found a woman standing there, looking a little unsure of herself. She was vaguely pretty, about my size but very fair skin, dirty blond hair cut short, slender. "Charlotte?" she asked. "Yes. Who are you?" "My name is Amber, your friend Becky told me to come look you up when she heard I was coming here for a conference." "Becky? Becky Johnston?" I suddenly realized why Amber looked familiar; I had seen her briefly when I went to stay with my old college roommate Becky. "Yes. We're next-door neighbors in Springfield." She smiled shyly. "I thought I remembered you. You live in that yellow house with the nice garden. Please come in! I've just put up some coffee, want some?" "Great! Becky said you were really nice." I smiled. Good old Becky. "You know, you really look a lot like Becky," she added. "I know, our housemates used to call us the Kissing Cousins." "Oh? Why?" I hesitated, then blushed. "Well, they called us the Cousins at first, and then one night during a late-night 'Truth or Dare' game we wound up making out, and, well, they sort of had to pry us apart. Next day we woke up hung over and never talked about it again, but we got teased about it forever after." She stared at me for a few seconds, then mumbled, "I can see why she wanted to kiss you." Now we were both blushing. "So where is your family?" "Oh, the girls are off to school, Bob went to Boston for a meeting. I was going to do a little laundry and then meet the school bus." "I, um, well, I brought you a present from Becky." "Really? Ooh, what is it?" Silently, she reached into her purse and pulled out a little parcel. It was a gift-wrapped CD case. "Now I'm really curious, why is she sending me a CD?" "Actually, it's a DVD." "Should I watch it now?" She hesitated. "If you want." She blushed again and looked away. We went into the TV room and I put the disk in the player. We sat down on the couch to watch it. The video started with a close-up of Becky's face, standing on her front porch. She smiles, says "Hi, Charlotte!" and waves me into her living room. In the next scene, she's sitting on the couch and smiling into the camera, and says, "I've been thinking a lot about you recently." I nodded, realizing how much I missed her too. "I just wanted to let you know that I miss you and love you." She paused, a little flushed and breathless. "I can't wait for your next visit." "Also, well, um, I wanted to introduce you to my friend Amber." Suddenly Amber walks into the frame, sits down beside Becky, and takes her hand. They are both looking a little nervous. Amber smiles at the camera, and then at Becky, a little unsure of herself. Then Becky reaches up with her free hand, touches Amber on the cheek, and they turn and start to kiss. It's a sort of friendly kiss at first, but then they're definitely making out on the screen. I turned to look at Amber sitting beside me; she's watching me and not the screen. She swallowed, and with a flick of her eyes pointed me back to the screen, where Becky was unbuttoning Amber's blouse, cupping her breast through the lacy black bra. I suddenly realized that the Amber on the screen is wearing the same mauve washed silk blouse, the same Indian print skirt as the one sitting beside me. Amber on the screen unbuttoned Becky's blouse, and as in college she's not wearing a bra. I had a twinge of jealousy: she also nursed two kids, but her breasts look just like they did in college. Her little breasts are at attention, and Amber leans down to suck one. Becky looks straight at me and says, "Amber is my kissing cousin now. Wouldn't you like to meet her?" I found myself nodding at her on the screen. Amber reached for my hand and slid close to me as the video faded to black, leaving just the sounds of them kissing for another few seconds. Amber turned my face to her and leaned in to kiss me softly on the lips. Then she sat back and stared at me. "So what would you like?" she asked me softly. I swallowed and moved back a little to look at her. Except for kissing Becky in college, I have never been with a girl. I had often fantasized about what would happen after the kissing. I grinned nervously at Amber. "Why, miss, I hardly know you!" I fluttered my eyebrows. My heart was racing. "I know, I've only ever been with Becky. She still fantasizes about you, though. She's called me 'Charlotte' once or twice when I've been making love to her. And you look enough like her that I feel I almost know you." "How did you and Becky become lovers?" She chuckled. "It was an accident at first. Our husbands went on a hunting trip together, and that night there was a big thunderstorm and all the lights went out in the neighborhood. I'm scared of thunder and don't like to be alone in the dark, so I came over and she kept me company. After a few glasses of Bailey's Irish Cream I was settled down and ready to go to sleep. She leaned in to kiss me, and next thing I knew I was kissing her back." I nodded. "The time I kissed her I remember thinking that it was a good thing our friends were there, otherwise I don't know what would have happened." I had a sudden flash of Becky's hand on my breast that night, my nipple crying out for her touch. "Just then there was a huge thunder blast, and next thing we knew Julie was in bed with us." I smiled; Julie is Becky's 3-year-old. "We sang to her, and cuddled her, and eventually she went back to sleep. As the storm ended, I got up to carry her back to bed like it was the most natural thing in the world, and came back to Becky. She said, 'where were we, now?' and smiled at me, and we were kissing again, and then taking each other's clothes off. I was so turned on that when she reached down to touch me I was really ready. "Next thing we know, we're both giggling like mad, 'cuz touching another woman is completely different from touching ourselves. 'No wonder boys never knew what to do, no feedback!' We're rolling back and forth, laughing and kissing and licking nipples. Then she turns on a light and gets down between my legs so she can see what she's doing, and in about 10 seconds she's giving me the best orgasm of my life. The hard part that night was staying quiet enough not to wake her kids." I gulped again. My skin was all gooseflesh, tingling. And my nipples were showing through my bra and T-shirt. Amber was looking at me quietly, a little smile on her lips. "I wish I had been there," I murmured. Amber laughed. "For Becky or for me? Or just to watch?" I blushed again. "I don't know. Becky for sure. Watching would have been fun." I fluttered my eyes at her again. "But I still hardly know you, miss." I took her hand and brought it up to kiss her palm, and then put it on my hardening breast. "But I would sure like to." Amber leaned in to kiss me again, and this time my lips opened and her tongue touched mine. She tasted of raspberries and cream, so sweet I could not believe it. I was touching her face, stroking her soft blond hair, tickling her neck as she gently tugged at my nipple. My entire left side lit up, seemingly all wired to that nipple. I sat back and stared at her. She was breathing shallowly, mouth slightly open, pure lust in her eyes. "So what would you like?" I echoed her earlier question. "I don't know either. Becky was sure you'd be intrigued, but didn't know if you'd react positively. She said it was 50/50 you'd be offended. I'm OK with whatever happens, I think. And, really, I don't know you either, but I'd like to." I turned away, reaching for my coffee cup, trying to get my breath under control, not to mention my arousal. My mind played my Becky-and-me fantasy tape again. "More coffee?" "Please, I'd like that." We walked into the kitchen holding hands. "How long are you in town?" "I have some more meetings this afternoon. I was thinking about driving back tonight, but maybe I'll stay over and go back tomorrow morning. My husband went out to California for a couple of days so there's no hurry to get back." "Why don't you come stay in the guest room here? You can have dinner with me and my girls if you like." "You sure? It won't be too much trouble?" "Not a bit. We're having lasagna, and there's plenty, 'cause I didn't realize John would be out of town when I made it." "In that case, I accept. Much better than late-night cable in a hotel room." She leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. We smiled shyly. I wasn't sure what would happen, but I knew I wanted to be friends with her now. Message from Becky Ch. 02 "Oh, my God, I almost forgot to take the DVD out before my kids got home," I thought to myself as I raced to take it out as they walked in from the bus. I slipped it back in its case and put it under my pillow before they came skipping up the walk. I could hardly remember what I had done the rest of the day after Amber went. I had daydreamed about kissing her, about kissing Becky, all afternoon as I did the laundry, cleaned the kitchen, gardened. I had caught myself caressing my nipples in the shower, had even used the handheld shower massager for a little relief but had merely stayed aroused. Did I eat lunch? I couldn't recall. The usual afternoon whirlwind of snacks, homework, cooking dinner, getting the girls back in from the yard and washed for dinner kept me too busy to think about Amber the rest of the afternoon. So much so that I had almost forgotten she was coming when the doorbell rang at 5:30. "Mom!" called Mimi from the door. "Someone named Amber's here for dinner!!!" I grabbed a towel and dried my hands on the way to the door. She took my hand in hers and the touch was like an electric shock. It was all either of us could do to let go on the way in to the dining room. "Wine?" I asked as I directed her to Bob's chair. "Sure." She grinned. "Anything." I got down the Merlot and two glasses. Amber started chatting with Mimi and Ellie like she'd been friends with them forever. I guessed Becky had given her a briefing, because she knew all about their respective bears, what grades they were in, their favorite movies and books. They were only too happy to talk with "Aunt Becky's" friend, even though it had been six months since they had seen her. I admit I was a little tongue-tied, especially when Amber would give me a little wink every so often. "Who's going to help Amber get the guest bed ready?" I asked as we cleared the table. Both girls zoomed down the hall, arguing over who was going to lend her a bear and which quilt and which towel to give her. Amber and I sped through the dinner cleanup in no time. Although each time we would bump into each other time stopped for a few seconds as we stared into each other's eyes. I didn't dare kiss her for fear one of the girls would run in just then. Bedtime was prolonged almost beyond endurance. Each of the girls wanted "Aunt Amber" to read to her, of course, so she read half a chapter of The Hobbit to Mimi and Fox in Sox to Ellie. Finally the last glass of water was fetched, the last night light adjusted just so, and we retired to the living room sofa to talk quietly and sip Bailey's Irish Cream. It was almost like old times with Becky, except of course that I knew what I really wanted to do was to wrestle her to the floor and make love to her. Finally the clock chimed 10, and we had decided, reluctantly, to sleep in separate beds, and I was lightly kissing her on the cheek at her door. I put on my nightshirt, changed my panties, brushed my teeth. As I slipped into bed, I found the DVD case and decided to watch it again. I got the laptop off the desk and took it to my bed, slipped it in. Oh. My. God. There was another video on the disk that was only accessible on the computer. I started it. It started the same as the other one, but didn't fade out. Again, Becky asks, "Amber is my kissing cousin now. Wouldn't you like to meet her?" and they go back to kissing, but now I can see that Amber finishes taking off Becky's clothes and kneels between her knees. Within minutes Becky is breathless, screaming out as she has one orgasm after another. I was rubbing my clit through my panties as I watched. Soft tapping on my door interrupted my reverie. "I hear you like our video" came softly from the door as it opened in the dark. "I think I might like you better in person." I patted the bed next to me. Amber came over, closed the laptop, and started to kiss my face. I stroked her face and neck. She tugged my hand out of my panties and started licking my fingers one at a time, so slowly I thought they would melt off in her mouth. Next she was kissing me, the taste of my juices on her tongue as we kissed slowly. She grinned as she touched my panties. "I think you were getting started without me." I nodded silently. She slipped them down my thighs, off my feet. Then she began licking a slow line from my left toes up the inside of my leg, onto my thigh. She rubbed her face in my curls, inhaling me, then continued kissing up my belly, lifting my nightie as she rose. She suckled hungrily at my nipple for a moment, then continued up to resume her kissing of me. I realized then she was already nude, and her nipples were huge and crinkly. Gingerly I took one into my mouth and she let out a sigh. "I love having my breasts kissed and touched." I rolled her onto her back and leaned back to admire her in the dim light. Her nipples and darkish pubic hair were a stark contrast to her honey blond hair and fair skin. Straddling her thighs, I stroked her skin softly, enjoying the little shivers and goosebumps I raised as I touched her. I scratched little circles around her nipples, leaning in to lick the same circles. Amber was stroking my neck and breasts as I touched her. I licked my way through her navel and to the top of her pubes. "You smell so wonderful!" I whispered. She smiled at me, spread her legs so I could admire her. I took my first lick. Her taste was salty and sweet and a little flowery. She brought a finger down and rubbed her clitoris, then slipped the finger in my mouth. Tugging my lips softly she showed me the exact place to lick. I started licking and sucking her like she was my last meal. She moaned, "oh, yes, oh yes, oh Charlotte" over and over as I started to be confident I was doing the right thing. Her moaning stayed soft but the pitch kept going up and up. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh lick me, oh, oh, ohh". I sat back for a moment and grinned. "You like that?" "Ohhh, I don't know. What do you think?" She smiled coyly at me. "I think you do. Shall I continue?" "Well, if you have to..." She rolled her eyes at me. "Get back to work, woman!" "Why, Miss. I hardly know you!" "Yes, now you do. Back to the salt mine!" "A woman's work is never done." I started licking her again. "Oh, oh, ah, ah, oh, harder, yes, lick me, yes, oh, oh, ah, yes, oh!" Her hips were going up and down, up and down. I could hardly keep up with her. She was panting. She was squeezing me with her thighs and relaxing. I was licking and sucking her for all I was worth. Then she let out a kind of funny "ooooohhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaahhh eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" and suddenly stopped moving. Her taste was suddenly tangy and sharp too. She put her hand down to stop me. I lay there, rubbing my face against her and breathing her essence. She was purring and gently squeezing me with her thighs. I moved up and curled up with her, kissing softly as we caressed. "That was wonderful," she murmured. "Pretty good for a beginner?" She laughed softly. "I'm pretty much a beginner, too. Maybe I should get some practice?" "Well, OK, if you really want to. But then I get to practice again too!" ____________ Feedback? I love feedback. Please vote and write!