Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2010 09:06:15 +0000
From: Kate Foy <naturalcatalyst@msn.com>
Subject: Second Chance

"Fuck you peter! Get your whore out of my apartment. I'm sick of your lying
cheating ways, I've put up with you for as long as I could, your sneaking
around, doing `extracurricular' sessions at the school" yeah, what a
euphemism that was.

With a slam, the half naked blonde and the bastard who was fucking her, my
husband, left as I closed the door behind them. Collapsing into tears I
reached for my phone, speed dial number two, Jenifer.

Thirty minutes later, she was here, complete with messy hair and an absence
of foundation, none of which detracted from her beautiful natural looks.
She, never having had any care to knock, pounded at the door as she found
the usually yielding entrance to the flat, locked firm.

"Damn it Christy!" she yelled, "Open this damn door, a girl could freeze
out here". Quickly I acquiesced, my fondness for this no nonsense, caring
woman propelling my already busy tear ducts into overdrive. The second I
let her in, she took me in her arms, pulling me into a tight embrace. After
several seconds, she dragged me over to my comfortable two seat couch, and
stroked my hair.

"What's happened babe?" she asked, soothingly, "did that bastard bring one
of his whores home?" head snapping up, I looked at her questioningly, "I
know the type hunny, remember?" I did. Jenny had failed twice in the
marriage game, through no fault of her own. Kevin and Andrew, both drinking
men, seemed as addicted to other women as they were to their vodka shots.
We, her at 28, and me a few years shy of thirty, had known each other for
at least a decade. Our love of writing pulled us together in our university
years, and had kept us together through our working lives, both having jobs
at the same editing company.

"I just feel so bad. I mean, if I was just a better wife to him, or I cared
more about my looks..." Jen stopped me with a tighter embrace. "Babe, it's
his own damn fault he couldn't see and appreciate what he had. You were
good to him, better than good, and as for your looks, you're just about
good enough to turn even me." We both laughed at the last comment. Though I
was admittedly bisexual, Jen had always been a predator of men, had never
to my knowledge even thought of a woman in that way.

"Is that so?" I replied smiling, all thoughts of affairs and tears
forgotten. "You know so" She replied with a wink, and quickly pressed a
chaste kiss on my lips. Momentarily stunned, I quickly came back with "I
bet you twenty pounds you won't do that properly."

For a fraction of an instant, for the smallest amount of time, I saw the
tiniest flicker of pure joy in her dark eyes, before she leaned forwards,
pushed me roughly back onto the couch, and covered my lips with hers.
Seconds, even minutes or hours it may have lasted before we broke apart,
neither of us daring to breathe. Finally, drawing up all my courage, I
quietly murmured; "Are you sure that was a proper kiss?"

This time, we both leaned towards each other, furious tongues warring
against each other in a passionate embrace. Arms tangling, she tore off my
shirt, then unclasped my bra for greater access to my chest. "Oh god" I
almost screamed, as her tongue circled my swollen nipple, causing my blood
pressure to skyrocket. I quickly relieved her of her clothes, stripping her
to the waste, and tried pulling her to my room.

"No babe, I can't" Hurt spread across my face. Suddenly she laughed, and
continued "It's too fucking far, I need you now." With that last sentiment,
she pushed me onto the floor and quickly unzipped my jeans. Yanking them
off, she stroked her index finger against my wet underwear, slowly;
painfully slowly rubbing it against my protruding, sensitive clit. Gasping,
I bucked wildly, the soft, sweet sensation far more than I could bear.
Sensing this, she quickly stripped me of my drenched underwear and lowered
her head, tasting me for the first time.

Slowly, her tongue made the journey from my entrance to my clit, flicking
it delicately, causing me to gasp. Several times she did this, each time
bringing me closer to the intense orgasm i desperately needed. Finally I
exploded, collapsing, exhausted onto my thickly piled carpet.

A few minutes later, as soon as I had recovered sufficiently to sit up, I
pulled her into a kiss, faintly tasting myself on her lips. It was a far
from unpleasant sensation. Reaching my right hand under her skirt, I softly
caressed her bare thigh, bringing an audible moan from her occupied lips.
Still kissing her, I slipped my hand under the waistband of her underwear
and caressed her soaking entrance. Suddenly, I thrust two fingers far
inside her, causing her to gasp and her pulse to dramatically quicken. She
pulled me tighter, still not breaking off the kiss, and I moved the other
hand to join the first, furiously rubbing her clit. "Oh Christ" She
screamed as I got faster, barely able to stay still, body jerking wildly.
Finally she tensed and collapsed onto me as her powerful orgasm took hold.

"I guess you owe me twenty quid" She sighed, embracing me once again.