The Opening Up Series
Opening Up Amy: Part 1 The Shower
Heartbroken Amy shuts out the world until her BFF breaks through
Amy fought to sleep, but she simply couldn’t. Worries from the day weighed heavily on her and her fingers seemed to automatically descend over her breasts, soothing her hardened nipples and along her tummy.
Lower and lower while she tried to suppress the destination, but the energy was too strong and a current carried her hand over her smooth skin and into the V between her legs.
Every concern that gripped her in the middle of the night simply tantalized her emotions and she sought the all-too-familiar outlet of sliding her fingers along her folds and onto her clitoris.
Fuck.
Jeremy finally said he was leaving. Touch.
Her entry-level job in the law firm seemed shaky. Stroke.
Rent was going up. Touch.
No. Amy refused.
It felt so damned good, but she didn’t want to feed into her pussy that seemed greedy and always demanding pleasure. Other ways existed to deal with tension.
Amy closed her eyes, grabbed the second pillow she usually hugged, and stuffed it between her legs. Sigh. Jeremy dumped her.
Social media was a dagger Jeremy used to plunge into her heart. A photo of him kissing a co-worker surfaced on his feed and he didn’t confess until Amy confronted him — by showing him the picture.
The phone became her mortal enemy and she swore she’d only use it to answer messages from work and from no one else.
No one.
Isolation crept up on her like a stealthy burglar. She drove home from the law office in silence, closed herself in her apartment, and wondered how she’d start over again.
Jeremy’s kisses and his hands worked wonders, and since they had been talking about marriage, Amy decided she didn’t want to fuck until their wedding night. It created a delicious sexual tension and kept her mind exploding with a continual flow of kinky activities.
But not now.
Evening walks, alone, became brief while her new best friend was ice cream stashed in the freezer with a hearty bowlful every night.
Amy shut her door on the world.
A furious knock rattled Amy while she stirred in bed, opened her eyes and yawned. The knock hit again and again.
“Amy, you alive?” came a muffled shout.
Amy glanced at her phone. Saturday morning, ten o’clock. Ten o’clock?!
She had agreed to go hiking with Marley and totally forgot.
“Hold on,” Amy shouted, tossing back the sheets, jumping out of bed and dashing to the door in her silky nightgown. She yawned again and opened the door. “Good morning.”
“Good morning?” Marley sounded worried as she stepped inside. “What’s going on? You’re not returning texts. You forgot about our hike and — ”
“Okay, okay.” Amy stumbled back to her bedroom.
“No, it’s not okay,” Marley, sporting a tight tank top and hiking shorts, followed close. “You’re not okay and I’m worried about you.”
“I’m fine.” Amy plopped onto the bed and pulled up the sheets.
“Oh, sure you are. That’s why you look like a Zombie.” Marley tugged off the sheets.
“Hey, five more minutes.”
“You’re taking a shower.” She grabbed Amy’s hands and made her sit up. “Go. In the shower.”
But Amy was like an immovable object, slumped back onto her pillow, and curled her legs. “Okay.”
“I mean it, girl.” Marley sat on the bed, ran a finger through Amy’s hair. “You’re too wonderful and beautiful to be like this.” She reached for the hem of Amy’s gown, lifted it up the thigh, over the ass, and swatted Amy’s butt.
“Hey!”
“Oh, good. You responded. See? It’s better than electroshock therapy.” Marley rubbed her hands over Amy. “I hate seeing you like this.” She lay alongside her friend, draped an arm over her, kissed her shoulder and nibbled on her neck. “All because of one lousy breakup.”
Amy mumbled. “The breakup of a lifetime.”
“You still have a life to live.” Marley snuggled up to Amy and softly blew in her ear.
Amy inhaled like a sign of life began stirring.
“I love you, baby, and I don’t want you to hurt.” Marley hovered over Amy’s mouth.
Amy looked back, remained silent, but felt the warmth in Marley’s eyes, and parted her lips.
Marley moved forward, placing her mouth over Amy’s, kissed deeply, and slipped Amy’s nightgown up and over her head while fumbling to take off her T-shirt.
Amy breathed a delicious moan while Marley used the magic of her kisses and stimulating touches to open her friend and soothe her pain. Marley kissed lower, placing her mouth over Amy’s tits, gently sucking on her nipples and using her teeth to graze and give tiny pinches over her breasts.
“You taste so wonderful.” Marley undid her bra and let her small breasts free.
“You’re better than — what’s his name,” said Amy.
“Shh,” Marley worked kisses all over Amy. “Love comes in many ways,” she sighed. “I’ve always adored you.”
Amy trembled.
Marley held her tits over Amy’s mouth. “Taste.”
Amy looked confused.
“Taste, please.”
She obeyed and sucked one of Marley’s tits and then the other before pursing her lips like she was nursing. The warm flesh was delightful and powerful.
Marley slid lower, rolling Amy onto her back and parting her thighs.
“Now? There?” Amy groaned and looked confused.
Marley took heart with the questioning. “Feel alive for me, please.”
She dipped her face into Amy’s pussy, slowly licking and moving her tongue over the delicate folds while reaching for Amy’s ass and running fingers over her bottom.
Marley licked while Amy groaned delightfully, running her fingers through Marley’s hair, enjoying the sensation of the strands.
“Yes, more,” muttered Amy while Marley licked, pushing her tongue deeper into Amy’s pussy and igniting more life.
Amy squirmed, raised her hips, put a hand on Marley’s head and pushed deeper while the warmth of the orgasm built, bubbled and spilled throughout Amy’s soul. She breathed deeply and rapidly as the sensation raced from deep within and sent pleasurable shock waves into her mind.
“Oh, yeah. So damned good.” Amy gritted her teeth while enjoying what was happening and then relaxed. The whole event felt cute and wonderful.
Marley slid up and over Amy and then giggled. “Weren’t expecting that, were you?”
“Not at all.” Amy smiled back. “But I’ll take it any day.”
“So glad to hear you say that. Now, how about a quick shower? Together.” Marley undid her shorts. “And then our hike.”
Amy smiled. “Sounds like a plan.” An image of Jeremy floated through her thoughts and she frowned. “It’s still weird. Painful.”
“I know,” said Marley.
Amy looked deeply into her friend’s eyes. “But for the first time in weeks, I feel like I’ll get over it. Thanks.”
She kissed Marley, slowly and longingly like she had found life again. And a glimmer of hope.
See what happens next with Amy and Marley in:
Opening Up Amy: Part 2 The Shave
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