Blame It on the Pain

( FF, oral 1st )

Blame it on the pain, blame it on the drugs, blame it on whatever you want to that still doesn't change the fact that it happened!  Fucking hell, how could I be so stupid!  Drugs or no drugs, pain or no pain, I should have known better!  Carol and I have been friends since the first grade.  From the time we met she and I have been inseparable, joined at the hip.  All through school when you saw one of us it was a sure bet that the other wasn't far away.  In a lot of ways we were like sisters, no that isn't exactly right, we were closer than most sisters.  We knew each others most deeply guarded secrets, we wore each others clothes, and we spent more time with each other than we did with our families.  Sure, we had our fights like every one does from time to time, but even when we were mad at each other we still were best friends. 

Over the last few years I've been dealing with chronic pain from a disease that is gradually getting worse so they have been giving me pain killers that are getting stronger with each new prescription.  This isn't a malady that is going to kill me but it will cause me more and more pain as times goes on.  Naturally Carol is right there by my side through all of it like the true friend she is.  She is my recreational therapist, someone to whom I can confide anything and even my resident comedian when I need that.  Like most true friends she's seen me at both my best and worst, although lately worst seems to be getting re-defined on a regular basis.  As teenagers we had many sleepovers together and we'd seen each other naked more than once, so the other night it was nothing unusual for her to come in and sit with me while I soaked in the tub trying to dull the ache in my joints.  As I got out of the tub and was drying off it happened.  I had a towel wrapped around me and was drying my hair with another when she reached out to brush something off my shoulder.  I'll never know, what possessed me to do it but I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me, kissing her softly on the lips.  When our lips touched it was as if a powerful lightning bolt flashed through both of us.  Gradually, that kiss deepened to one so passionate and animalistic we were practically devouring each others mouths. Until this point neither of us had shown any inclination that we were interested in or wanted a lesbian relationship with anyone but here we were, standing in my bathroom, kissing like it was the most natural thing in the world! 

Who ended the kiss I don't remember but eventually we stood there gazing at each other, panting heavily.  It was Carol who reached out to me and and  hand in hand we walked into my bedroom.  Gently, ever so gently, she pushed me down on my back on the bed and slowly unwrapped the towel from around me.  Then, starting at my neck, as if she had done this all our lives, she slowly kissed her way down my body to my tea cup sized breasts, gently licking and sucking on them.  She wasn't rough like a man but gentle and lovng, treating them like they were a tender piece of fruit that would easily bruise.  Her tongue gently flicked against the sensitive pink nipples, teasing them slightly, causing them to harden and swell.  Taking my elongated nipples into her mouth she softly sucked on them, teasing the tips with her tongue, swirling it around them and flicking it against them until I was writhing on the bed and moaning loudly.  Releasing her hold on them she slowly licked her way down my stomach to the triangle of my legs and parted them ever so smoothly.  Wiggling down onto the floor she knelt between my now spread thighs and dipped her head into my crotch,  flicking her tongue gently up and down my steaming pussy.  Propping myself up on my elbows I watched her flaxen blonde head nod as her tongue explored every inch of my sex, tickling and teasing it .  Unable to help myself I moaned again and my hips arched up off the bed, trying to experience more of that exquisite touch.  It was a startling contrast to see her pearl white skin and golden hair against my olive skin and black bush.  She had always been the blonde princess, beautiful, with cornflower blue eyes and perfect features whereas I was darkly exotic, my Italian heritage quite visible for all to see in my deep brown eyes and dark complexion and hair.  Gently, ever so gently, she opened my lips with her fingers and let the tip of her tongue dance lightly around the nub of my clit sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body.

Unhurriedly, as if she'd done this all her life, her tongue brought me to the very brink of orgasm to then back off and let that magical appendage dip again and again into my opening, savoring the juices there like they were the finest of wines.  Over and over she continued until I was writhing around on the bed, eyes closed, sweating, whimpering loudly,  damp hair plastered to my head.  Without a word she stood up and positioned herself over me in the classic 69 position.  Like a thirsty woman in the desert my starving mouth found her pussy amid the blonde curls and I licked it bottom to top.  The taste was nothing like I'd ever sampled before; it had a tangy but sweet taste to it, indescribably delicious.  My tongue dipped into her hole, lapping up the juices that were collecting there before it wandered up and found the little bud of her clit.  Thinking about what I liked to have done, I sucked on it gently, swirling my tongue around it.  My fingers gently eased inside her, feeling her slick juices coat them.  Twisting them around, I slid them in and out while my mouth nursed on her clit. I could feel her whole body shake and shiver, her moans vibrating on my clit bringing me close to the edge again.

Over me she was writhing and squirming but her mouth never left my clit, working on it until I was feeling the same pleasure she was.  When I knew she was getting close again, I fastened my lips tightly to her clit and sucked hard on it, my tongue flipping across the tip until, with a loud moan and gush of her sweet nectar she flooded my face, quivering and shaking over me.  But her mouth never left my clit bringing my explosion, my body tightening and quivering madly beneath her. 

Afterwards we kissed, tasting our selves on each other's lips, then held each other while we dozed. For a while there was no pain..  Neither of us has mentioned this since, but the looks she gives me tell me she wants it again.  Do I? Will we?  I don't know but the thought is tantalizing beyond measure.