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A wet tongue unerringly trailed up her inner thigh. Instinctively she spread her legs, feeling her sticky pussy lips unglue. The tongue rasped through her folds, wiggled into her silken opening, scooping up her leaking juices, and smeared them on her now throbbing clit.Whimpering, Olivia Chandler looked down. And woke, startled; the fog of lust dissipating when she saw whose face was glistening with her juices. What the fuck, Samantha Moore, her long-time friend?The dream had felt so real, yet that was a reality she dared not dream about.After all, should you ever hit on the one; the forever friend and confidante every woman needs? Rejection would lay waste to the friendship that was Olivia’s rock. She’d always been so controlled over the years, limiting herself to sporadic flirting.But even that sexy banter had been off-limits for Sam these last two years. Her now ex-girlfriend, Renee, had reamed Sam a new arsehole if she so much as looked at another woman. Which ironically, so Sam had confessed to Olivia, was more attention than she ever paid to the dark hole Sam was born with.Of course, Olivia had been there for Sam when she decided enough was enough. They got shitfaced together, nailing a bottle of Captain Morgan and spewing their guts out. Like besties have for generations they held each other’s hair over the toilet bowl when the booze became more poison than comfort.Not that Sam had actually disclosed that much about Renee, she was unusually tight-lipped about her relationship’s demise despite her friend begging for details. But she did smile when Olivia offered an Amazon gift card if she spilled the beans.Later that evening, Sam had returned serve, putting her arm around Olivia as she confessed that her latest hope for a relationship was stillborn. Her potential girlfriend had cheated on her; with a man of all things!“It was so much easier when we were sluts,” Olivia had said.“Probably. Less emotional baggage,” Sam had replied, laughing.“We’ve always talked about who we’ve fucked, haven’t we?”“Yeah. From the day I caught you in bed with the Thompson twins.”“In my defence, it was in series, not parallel. And you fucked Simone after school too.”“But not Bianca, you bitch.”They both had been consumed with fits of giggles, remembering the fun it was keeping track of the women each of them had bedded at school and university. Though Olivia was yet to allow any outward sign of the ache that had her stomach tensing every time Sam took a new lover.“You seem happier now you have dumped Renee,” Olivia had said.“She dumped me, you idiot. Heard a rumour about me and Larissa.”“Larissa? I didn’t know you’d fucked her.”“Ironically I never did. Flirted a bit, but haven’t so much as kissed Larissa.”“I break up with mine for cheating, you break up when you didn’t cheat. This is such shit. You know what, we both could do with recharging our batteries. Let’s get away from all this.”They had booked a mountain getaway for the weekend. Olivia had time before she was due to pick Sam up. So, she snuggled under the duvet, closed her eyes, and immediately imagined Sam’s tongue on her clit, despite the familiar caress actually being her finger on her pearl.Alone in the dark, she allowed more lascivious thoughts about her friend to grow. Olivia often fantasized about the sensual delights that could be hers. Both being card-carrying lesbians meant boring tutorials wouldn’t be necessary. The wet spot beneath her grew as she focused on the rumours that spoke of Sam’s top-notch pussy-eating skills.But, deep down she suspected she was being delusional. Sam had never made a move. And she wouldn’t risk their friendship. Stalemate.Despite that dismal reality check, Olivia’s finger easily slipped between her slick folds. She planted her feet on the bed, arched her back, and tunnelled her finger into her weeping cunt. bahis siteleri Thighs clenched her hand as her finger pressed steadily deeper; curling, on a search-and-seizure mission, the target her spot.Her mind returned to the real Sam. Could she cautiously reveal her feelings, perhaps by mentioning the dream?She had always been the spectator never the player in Sam’s oversexed life, but the dream revealed that, in reality, she needed more. An inspiration? Maybe, as her neediness was increasingly kind of courage-inducing. But she also knew her history. Always stepping back and letting opportunities pass by like a Snoopy balloon in the Macy’s Christmas parade.“Today could be a new start. Maybe this time I won’t back down”, she said, repeating and repeating the phrase to build her courage.Her thoughts were interrupted by her alarm radio playing her wake-up Tom Petty song. Reluctantly she withdrew her middle finger from her pussy, tasted it, and, unsatisfied, staggered from her bed. She knew she would remain like that throughout the day and her sexual tension would only increase when she saw her friend.She inserted her favourite butt plug, the burn familiar as she twisted it into her ass. It was a long drive, and continuous edging actually helped her concentrate. Dressing warmly, she gazed longingly at her trusty violet vibe. The one thing that was more reliable than anyone, even Sam.Before walking to her car in what had become a blinding snowstorm, she texted Sam to let her know she was on her way. The inclement weather did little to cool the ache between her legs. Neither did the quick stop she made before pulling up to Sam’s home. As her friend climbed into the warm car, Olivia handed her a paper bag, saying, “Sweets for the sweet.”Sam beamed and quickly opened the bag, revealing fresh, hot donuts then asking between sugary bites, “Sweets for the sweet?”Olivia’s face burned brightly. Thinking herself so transparent and not able to muster a credible joking response, meant an awkward and unusual silence settled over the two as they began their adventure. Olivia didn’t know what Sam was thinking and didn’t dare ask.The two had always run in different social circles, but when alone they typically would chat for hours with no dead air. Olivia was usually the class clown type which was why she was seldom taken seriously. Sam was the ‘too cool for school’ type. In a complicated way, they were kindred spirits, few even aware of how deep their friendship was.Physically, they were similar, tall and busty but their hair was so different: Olivia had short, tomboyish auburn hair while Sam was a suicide blonde…now. Her hair colour changed so often her nickname in high school had been ‘chameleon.’Their Captain Morgan night had made them both realize they needed to rediscover their teenage oasis, the place where they were themselves, laughing, relaxing, and clearing their minds. The place where tear-worthy shoulders were always available to the other.When Sam had heard the hazardous forecast, she wanted to cancel but her friend vetoed the notion, unwilling, so she said, to forfeit her fifty-cent deposit on a rustic cabin in a very secluded upstate woodland, formerly an Indian burial ground. Perfect for an oasis.“What could go wrong?” Olivia had argued.Well, perhaps the blizzard she was driving through. Despite the GPS screaming warnings about road closures, the lady was not for turning. Olivia pressed on, her shoulders knotting tighter as she drove in the deteriorating conditions.And, maybe worse, the ‘Slippery When Wet’ signs posted throughout the mountainous terrain were excruciating, reminding Olivia of her unsatiated condition. Every time the Toyota fish-tailed on the snow, which was often, Olivia would clench so hard on the butt plug she feared it would come out resembling a circus balloon animal.It canlı bahis siteleri was nerve-racking, but finally, a relieved and excited Sam screamed, “There it is,” while pointing at a secluded cabin nestled amongst snow-covered pines, illuminated by a single street lamp that stood next to a frozen pond.Carefully parking, they unloaded their belongings and slipped across the snowy porch. At the door, Sam took a colossal spill, flying through the air horizontally before landing harshly on her bum.”You didn’t stick the landing,” Olivia said sounding like a Soviet Olympic judge.”Bite me!” was the unamused reply.”Dream on,” Olivia responded channelling Steven Tyler. Sam smiled.Entering their fortress of solitude, they dumped their luggage on a dilapidated, well-worn couch that creaked like an old-timer’s knees. Quickly, they searched for their respective bedrooms. Olivia opened a door into what was obviously the smaller bedroom.“It’s overrun with rats, wolves, and snarling wolverines,” she called out, closing the door.This one seems okay,” Sam replied, having quickly inspected the master bedroom.”That’s my bedroom then, Sam?”“No. This is mine. Your choice, the wolverines or me.” Olivia then joined Sam in the kitchen, helping put away their food supplies. Standing side-by-side at the cabinets, both smiled warmly, just enjoying the familiarity of being together.Suddenly the entire cabin faded to black causing the electric heat to shut down. Panicking, Sam yelled, “We’ll freeze to death. We have to start a fire. You do know how to light a fireplace, don’t you?”Olivia laughed derisively. “Of course I do! Just got to find its thermostat.”Fireplace thoughts vanished for the moment when they heard a loud metallic clatter outside. Startled, both women instinctively jumped into each other’s arms. One held on much longer than necessary. The other noticed but said nothing.Eventually, they worked up the nerve to tiptoe onto the porch to investigate. With the street light out as well, visibility was next to nothing. They could hear unnerving chittering by the trash cans.”Oh, look Olivia!” Sam exclaimed, peering through the gloom and pointing at a family of feral raccoons checking the trash.” It’s a Mama bear and her cubs.”Olivia scoffed, condescendingly, and said, “Those aren’t bears, fool! Those are possums.”Neither woman’s future was in zoology.They shared a joint of Snoop Dogg’s finest Sativa as they glimpsed the varmints chewing on what seemed like Burger King wrappers. Their euphoric high took their minds off the cold, so they returned to a more pressing matter.Sam quit giggling long enough to address the raccoon in the room. “So, the second bedroom has a menagerie of animals in it. We only have one bedroom; one bed, right?””It sounds like a porn script, doesn’t it?””I wouldn’t know. I have never watched porn.” Both women collapsed against the railing; laughing at the ridiculous lie, frightening off the wildlife.Olivia did have one secret worry about her bedroom assignment ploy, however. She was going for a consecutive days all-cummers masturbation record. Sharing a bed in an unheated cabin put that in serious jeopardy.That made her nervous so she suggested they step back inside to warm up with booze. There they were startled by a fire now raging in the fireplace.”Hey, we didn’t start the fire,” Olivia exclaimed, baffled by the mysterious conflagration.”Not the time nor place for your Billy Joel homage, girl,” Sam admonished.Although that rebuke was undermined when Sam sashayed around the room humming ‘Uptown Girl.’ The lights remained out but Olivia could see well enough to spread a blanket before the glowing embers, as Sam sang ‘Piano Man’ for an encore before plopping beside her stoned friend.They sat close together, giggling. Olivia’s mind was consumed by the question she had asked herself canlı bahis that morning, could she cautiously begin to reveal her feelings, perhaps by mentioning the dream? Yet the dam she had built to hold her repressed feelings in check was high and strong. The darkness at least hid her confusion.Sam nervously jumped up, pointing out that the streetlight was now back on. “We must have thrown a circuit breaker. I’ll go check.”As Sam staggered through the darkness, Olivia called out, “Please be careful. Take a Coke in case you run into a polar bear.” She didn’t see Sam smile and affectionately roll her eyes.Then, after a few worrisome moments, the lights flickered back to life, eerie shadows dancing over the walls. A cheerful Sam returned carrying a vintage boom box and a stack of CDs. “Look what I found? Let’s dance,” she said jubilantly.As teenagers dancing was what they did when spirits needed boosting.First up was the power ballad ‘the Flame’ by Cheap Trick. An oldie about a lost love. Sam knew Olivia had it on her bottomless playlist of breakup songs. It always made Olivia cry, which she did as they danced. One of those few times Sam never quite knew what to say, so, as usual, at times like that, she just put her arms around her friend and they just swayed together.After the song ended, they dropped onto the blanket, both feeling secretly emotional about things. Without realizing it, the two inched imperceptibly closer until their legs touched, then both jerked away like the other had cooties.They giggled nervously when their eyes met. But their eye contact had always felt reassuring; they had known each other for years, confided in each other, had a window into each other’s heart and soul.”Samantha…” Olivia started until her vocal cords froze. Calling her friend by her full name felt so intimate. Even sensual. Olivia’s cheeks glowed like the fireplace embers.”What, Olivia?” Sam asked supportively.”Um … Thank you for fixing the circuit thingy.””Oh that. The fuse box had been shut off. It took all my energy to flip the handle. This was no boating accident.” The ‘Jaws’ theme blared from the dirty boom box.“Really?” But as troubling as that information might be, Olivia’s mind was elsewhere.“That’s not what’s on your mind is it, Olivia?”“I guess not.”Olivia was dancing around her sexual tension like she was part of a well-rehearsed tango. Yet which part? Was she to lead? To take the biggest first step since Neil Armstrong?She had once read “nothing ventured nothing gained” on a Magic eight-ball. To do nothing was to always sit on the sideline waiting and waiting for Sam to break the stalemate. She was both scared and excited. Sam was the sweetest person she knew, so why would she let something potentially so special pass her by again. Olivia knew endgame was approaching.A repeatedly broken heart grows every more cautious, but, now alone together in their safe place, that seemed the time to throw caution to the wind. They were away from the prying eyes of former lovers. Away from the friends who would try to dissuade them. Olivia had worried about other’s opinions far too often.All great romances start with a first kiss. But almost all romances end with a different kiss. Not on the lips but softly on the cheek, accompanied by insincere apologies. Would this romance last? Do any? Can you really trust a Magic eight-ball?But Oliva knew she actually needed to find out. So, procrastinating no longer, she took a deep, reassuring breath and leaned in for THAT kiss, a first kiss.And Samantha’s tongue swirled in her best friend’s mouth, tenderly at first and then hungrily. Afterwards, she laid her cheek on Olivia’s shoulder, breathlessly whispering, “Why did we never do this before?””I was always interested but I never wanted to jeopardize our friendship. What about you?”Sam pondered and then said, “Peer pressure, I think. I liked you but you hung out with those goofy goth kids. And while everyone else was watching Harry Potter you watched weird-ass French movies. The cool kids called you a freak behind your back.”