Jennie's Secret - Lynnea's Bi-Sexual Friend by Chad Ellsworth We were having coffee. "And you think my friend is Bi?" Lynnea interrupted, a slight smile on her face. "Jennie really clicks on you," I said. Since Jennie, her husband and kids had moved into a house a few blocks away, she and Lynnea had become very close. Jen was affectionate, fun and always around. The few times I'd seen Lynnea's friend with her, there always seemed to be something unexplainable about her. I asked Lynn what would she do if Jennie came on to her sexually and the look that came over Lynnea's face was priceless. Lynnea was as curious as a cat. "I could never make it with another woman." Lynnea said confidently. I suggested that if she put herself in a situation where Jennie had an opportunity, Lynnea would discover Jennie would come on to her. I could have bet on it! She laughed and took me up on my bet just like that. Over our coffee right there in the Starbucks, my sexy blonde friend with the dimpled smile and pretty blue eyes described a possible scenario better than I could ever have planned myself. "How about this" she said, "I'll set it up so Jennie comes over to my apartment for coffee, like, sometime after her kids go to school, like around 9:00. You get over here earlier and wait in the bedroom. When she gets there her and I will have coffee and talk for awhile. I'm going to celebrate something and we'll have a drink. I can't do this without a couple drinks! The underwear..the lingerie...I just bought? I'll pretend to want to show it to her. I'll suggest I could model it to see what she thinks. We'll come up to the bedroom. I'll try it on, you know real casual and ask her if she likes it, you know, be real innocent asking if she thinks my boyfriend would like it too. Then we'll see what she does. How about that?" Lynnea called me a couple days later. The time had come to test my theory.. I came over early as planned and Lynn left me alone upstairs in her bedroom while she waited for Jennie to show. I was nervous: pacing the floor and glancing out the windows looking for Jennie's minivan. I got Lynnea's walk-in closet ready and pushed some clothes aside, stepped between them. I leaned against the back wall closing the bi-fold doors slightly setting up a view of Lynnea's four-poster bed. This would work perfectly. The bedroom was small. I would be very close to any action...almost too close. Then outside, Jennies mini-van pulled into the driveway. I waited. Downstairs there was laughter and coffee being made around female chatter while time crawled. Almost an hour later both women came up the hallway talking. Lynnea had a glass of wine in her hand and was saying something about the mall and the lingerie she purchased. They came in and Lynnea walked over to her dresser and I heard a drawer slide open while she talked about sales and clothing and the lingerie she had just purchased. It was just like she said she would do. There was Jennie sitting on the bed directly in front of me in my closet hideaway. She was slipping out of her flats. The loose slacks she wore billowed loosely as she tucked one leg beneath her, bringing the heel of one foot (I thought) kind of against her crotch then absently took a pillow to hold in her lap. What was THAT all about, I wondered. Had Lynn seen it too? She was busy talking quickly asking if Jennie wanted to see what the bra and panties looked like on her? Jennie's answer was what I expected. My heart pounded. Couldn't Lynn SEE what would surely happen? Jennie turned to watch. On the other side of the bed jeans were slipping off Lynnea's long legs, her top was over her head and tossed. Turning to the side, she unfastened her bra and tossed that too. Then she slipped the new one up her arms , leaning forward so her breasts fell comfortably into their cups and stood to fasten its catch behind her. Her hair was thrown back in a pretty blonde swoop. With her weight on one hip then the other, she slipped off her panties and had the matching ones up her thighs to arrange their elastic.She was talking about the cost, the fit and there was Jennie listening attentively. Lacy, French cut, in iridescent champagne; they let the glow of her skin peek through highlighting the length of her legs and accenting the shapeliness of her hips. As her hands slid down her sides, Lynnea turned towards Jennie to ask her what she thought. I was stunned by the subtleness of her strip. Jennie sat spellbound. Lynnea had arrived in unknown waters and I wondered if she would recognize her play-act had assumed a life of its own and embrace her curiosity? She stepped around to Jennie's side of the bed, looking at her friend, then looking down at the new beautiful underwear she had just put on. I thought she seemed aware of her sexiness and suddenly very very aware of her married girlfriend. She kept on with the charade, but her voice sounded different. " Do you like these on me, Jen?" Her words were almost a whisper. Until she placed one knee on the bed to allow Jen to touch the material, Lynnea had been in control of the moment, but Jen's hand had left the lap pillow. Her fingers touched the lace seam of Lynn's panties, slipped beneath a bit to feel their sheerness. They are lovely. Suddenly Lynnea was aware of the same fingers brushing across the small, sheer material lingering. The fingers of the other hand touched her hip. Stayed there. Eyes wide and blue, Lynnea's mouth had opened, but nothing was coming out. "You shave, don't you? " Jennie said quietly, "here...let me see." Without waiting for an answer from Lynnea, Jennie slipped both hands carefully up to the delicate waistband of her panties and slid them slowly downwards. Intimately, she sighed something approvingly to Lynnea as her bareness came into view. The sheerness of them came carefully off her ass until they stretched across her thighs. Jennie tilted her hand between, stroking the backs of her fingers downwards and paused. Lynnea had the faintest bit of fine blonde above. Her pussy: bold and naked, lay open to intimate view. so...so pretty... Jennie's long fingers softly traced the pretty pink mound it made. Lynnea stared standing frozen to the spot. They wandered along the outside of her pussy carefully. The fingers were warm. Jennie looked up from the edge of the bed Did she like that? There was the weakest whisper of protest. Lynnea watched them feather along her silkiness. The feeling made her bring arms to her chest involuntarily. Knuckles were at her mouth staring down at her girlfriend but Lynnea did nothing to stop it. I could see her bright-eyed anticipation and a glistening on Jennies fingertips develop as she toyed softly with the very essence of Lynnea's femininity. I watched my friend's hips move forward to the touch, and soon Jennie below was moving her long fingers tenderly along the bulge of Lynn's gorgeous pussy making its lips separate, making Lynnea's clitoris bloom. A rush of anticipation went through me. Suddenly Lynn's panties were being helped all the way off. Spechless my blonde friend watched Jennie remove her own blouse and drape it across the bedrail. Reaching out to move Lynnea's crossed arms gently aside, Jen filled her hands with her friend's bra covered breasts and suggested aloud maybe they should both undress and get comfortable. Slowly, like mirror images, unhooked bras exposed each to the other in an atmosphere charged with female sexuality. Lynnea's attractive friend had an unexpected experience with this and it caught her off guard for she was reaching out confidently to test her young friend's beautiful breasts In Jennies hands they became warm with the touch until Lynnea found she had to find Jennies shoulders for support while she watched her own nipples roll sensuously between her girlfriends manicured fingertips. Her nipples had become stiff and became that way with each additional manipulation. Expert and wonderful squeezing thickened her breasts and made them stand out all the more. Suddenly her friend's lips were kissing them tasting her nipples. She felt them hard in Jennie's mouth, tongue whirling about them in pleasant circles. Jennie quickly lay back, pulled her hips off the bed unbuttoned her slacks and kicked out of them like a swimmer. The auburn haired beauty finished by wriggling her hips out of her underwear revealing her legs, long and shapely as she draped them over the edge of Lynnea's bed. A magnificently trimmed pussy glowed with reddish curls. Lynnea stood near her head. Tilting her head backwards Jen guided Lynnea's waist and gently tugged her towards the bed gazing at the nakedness of Lynnea's pretty pink swale. In a trance Lynnea let herself be guided towards the bed. Jennie had thrown herself around lengthwise on her back, ready to have her young girlfriend close. To insure that Jen held her hips gently guiding them over and above her. Weakly Lynnea lifted one knee and was astride her friend's face easily inches away from her warm breath. Jen's luxurious body stretched out frontally before her: conveniently ready for the moment she dared descend into its sensuality. She had entered Jennie's classroom. The hall was empty, the door had closed and the lessons were beginning. With the diligence of a new lover Jennie stroked and whispered in sweet awareness while the object of months pent-up desire bridged restlessly above, almost ready for Jen's kiss. There hadn't even been care given to pulling back sheets. Light spilled through the slats of the bedroom blinds over the two women and I watched in silence as Lynnea dropped her head to look at what was happening to her letting all her fine blonde hair fall across her face. Blush colored her cheeks as she stalled. Below was the fullness of her breasts hanging heavily; nipples stiffly pink. She looked down past them to the sight of Jennie manipulating her fingers carefully about the femininity perched inches from her patient lips. Manicured , long nailed, ring finger sparkling with the diamonds of marriage they stroked along the pink pussy folds enough to allow two of Jennies slender fingers to disappear inside Like a curtain falling, Lynnea's spilling hair spoiled this view as she looked back through the space between their bodies to witness it all. Her knees slipped apart and her breasts settled into the softness of Jennie's diaphragm I heard her gasp. Trim and athletic, her chestnut haired girlfriend had begun the initiation into an exclusive sorority. As Lynnea held herself off I could catch glimpses of Jennie's chin between her spread legs. A tongue was moving delicately: pressing open the puffy swale of the barest pussy and flashing wetly into it. A loose tongue lashed across the clitoris. Between were whispered appreciative flattering silken sexy words that made Lynnea all the more willing to surrender. Jennies technique ended visually for me when the girl above could support herself no longer and collapsed to embrace the strength of Jennie's body. Lynnea's cheek flattened against her friend's thigh. Her hips had begun to move in careful rotation registering Jen's proclivity for cunnilingus. Pussy eating that made Lynn's pretty feet spread their toes and her stunning ass present itself to the ceiling of her bedroom then begind to carefully grind itself into Jennies willing face. Jen's hands had come around her waist to embrace her, pulling her gently down mouthing with Lynnea's rhythm. I wondered how soon it would be until Lynnea's own fingers would be wet within Jennie's delectable passion hole. It came between the toss of Lynnea's head and the resting of her cheek against Jennie's thigh: a kiss and then another. Jennies fine swath of auburn curls was suddenly into Lynnea's lips and now she was mouthing kisses across the pink flesh of her friend's waiting pussy, pressing them into the warmth of the labia, opening them with the stiffened tip of her tongue. Explorative kisses were finding Jennies fattening clitoris. Jennie's long legs drew apart. Bringing her heels up onto the mattress had put the swale of her pretty cunt open wetly to Lynnea's tongue. Slowly but surely it began wandering, extending and licking in abandon. The blossom of sweet experience locked them in the reversed topsy-turvy embrace of falling angels it became a journey that required no rush to complete. Each mystery would either be uncovered or saved for other mornings. They were into each other's bodies in a relentless pursuit of release with kisses as passionate as I had ever seen. I was shocked when Jennie suddenly slipped into an orgasm first. Pretty Lynnea, her blonde hair flying, rushed to mount a delicious flurry of kisses meant to unselfishly satisfy her older friend. Inside Jennie were months of sexual want for her young beginner and her orgasm gushed in a torrent with her arms grasping Lynn above. For some minutes they lay still while Jennie moaned gently into her, when suddenly a second rise of little face thrusts surprised Lynn and she quickly met them with a dancing tongue until Jennie blurted out she was coming. This time it was louder. This time Jennie's hips were off the bed. This time her helpless cunt fucked furiously into Lynnea's mouth, trembled and gushed with her clitoris buried in Lynnea's open-mouthed kiss. I could only imagine what the tongue was doing to it, but it made Jennie cry out in fullfillment while balanced on her toes. She trembled trying to hold on and then collapsed in exhaustion. When Lynnea relaxed her hold, she quickly gathered all the pillows at the head of the bed and leaned back on them against the headboard and waited excitedly while Jennie positioned herself in breaststroke between her legs. Lynn threw her luxurious legs up and over the auburn haired womans shoulders. Quickly hands came up to find her full breasts and she was letting her nipples be captured and twisted under Jens fingers. How she loved coming while her nipples were being twisted. It was all going to happen so fast! In a squeeze Jennie captured each beautiful breast and drew it out delightfully while nuzzling her face between her newest girlfriend's thighs. She displayed an exquisite talent for pussy eating. Almost immediately the open-mouthed oral lovemaking was causing Lynnea to roll her hips in intense little thrusts searching for release. Soon her 'fucking' movements were automatic, hips jumping quickly off the covers in sexual anxiety. In her face was tortured angelic pleasure. Want of orgasm began seeping into her making her body hump for it. Jennie pressed a free hand against the pad of flesh above the tight mound of curls and meticulously laved the straining bulb of Lynnea's precious clitoris where it stood out. I could imagine tongue-lashing letters in "L", then "O" then "V" then "E" across, beneath along and over her clitoris. Jen was intent and patient, framing it layering it over and over with tongue. Her fingers had found their way up inside her, drenched with wetness. Remaining there Lynnea's hot little cunt would constrict and contract with every wave of her orgasm. Jen wanted that and she worked them slowly in and out with rhythm apart from her thrusts. Lynnea's legs opened wider, they make her pretty ass came off the bed until she was saying '...oh fuck..." right out loud. Below her wide-eyed stare was the sight of this incredible woman possessing her very being: going down on her with such intensity that she knew her orgasm was going to be uncontrollable. Consumed by its tide, she clutched the headboard for as long as she could: struggling to meet the relentless flood of building pleasure inching up her spine. When it seized her limbs, her arms reached down lovingly to tangle her fingers in Jennie's luxurious head of chestnut hair. She held on for the incredible tumult that would be her orgasm. It lasted ....and lasted. Words she scarcely knew she was saying blurted from her lips. Within the possession of her long orgasm her eyes were wide, adoring , staring unbelieving into the woman's eyes locked to her own. Throwing back her head in a groan, Lynnea shook with indescribable pleasure "oh dear god, yes......" It rushed from her mouth in a flood of release. My balls ached, my cock was stone. My legs shook in the darkness of Lynnea's closet. Sweat ran down my face. They lay there in each others arms like satiated lovers and I watched Jennie stroke Lynnea's cheek, push the hair off her face and kiss the tip of her nose.. Jennie rose and slowly pulled on panties, her slacks, bra and blouse. If she were away any longer, someone would miss her, she said. The two of them kissed like friends. Lynn threw on a robe, waited at the front door while Jennie said goodbye. I was out of the closet and went to the window. Lynnea joined me there and watched Jennie walk out to her minivan and drive away. "She left her panties here," Lynnea said leaning over to pick them up. "I think she left with yours on!" I said. Sure enough, the pair Lynnea had slipped out of an age ago were gone. Without a word she took Jennies, opened her dresser drawer and slipped them behind the colorful tangle of her own underwear: Souvenirs. Lynnea looked down at my cock. "Well," her eyes sparkled mischievously as she motioned to the bed, " this shouldn't take long! " Return to the Erotic Sories page Return to the Phone Sex Page Phone Flirts® is Registered in the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office All Rights Reserved whether written or implied. All text and Content is owned by phoneflirts.com No part of this website may be copied, transferred or re-created without the written consent of the owner.