Story 26 #2
“Grant is just in the kitchen, he’ll be out in a minute,” Linda explained.
Jane and Pete looked around the house as Linda led them through it. They continued to be impressed with the place. Their own home was very nice as well, it was just different from this one. They liked seeing how their friends lived - it was like an insight into their lives, how they thought, and what they liked.
Linda led them through to a large room with couches and a dining table.
She poured them a glass of wine each and they relaxed on the couch. Sounds of activity could be heard coming from the kitchen.
Eventually, Grant emerged. He greeted their friends and announced that dinner was ready.
The dinner was a great success. The food was delicious and the conversation was excellent.
The wine flowed as the evening continued.
Eventually, the food was all finished and Grant began to clear the table.
“Oh, I’ll do that,” Linda said.
“No, no,” Grant insisted, “Why don’t you ladies go and make yourselves comfortable on the couch and we’ll just put everything in the sink for now. We can worry about washing it all up tomorrow, I reckon.”
“Sounds good,” Linda said. Then she turned to Jane, “Come on, you heard the man.”
The two women got to their feet and headed over to the couch.
Jane was feeling good. Sitting on the couch after such a nice meal, with good company, she felt as though she was filled with contentment.
They settled down. The couch was large and comfortable. They began chatting with one another. The conversation felt more intimate now that it was just the two of them there, together.
They complimented one another on their outfits. They had made comments about them earlier but now they repeated themselves.
"Your dress shows off your figure," Linda said, "I mean, I'm so jealous of your figure."
"You're jealous of my figure?" Jane replied, incredulously, "Are you serious? I mean...look at your figure. I'm always so jealous of you."
“But look at your legs! They’re so gorgeous.”
Jane had her legs folded on the couch with her shoes kicked off. Suddenly Linda reached out and stroked her thigh.
"So gorgeous," Linda repeated. There was something about her touch. It brought back memories of when Pete had done the same thing to her when they had been in the car together. She could still remember how that had worked out - she could still remember how it had made her feel.
Now she felt a stirring of those old emotions. She told herself that this was crazy, that this was Linda, not Pete. But still, she couldn’t shake the way that this made her feel, as though there was some meaning behind this. She felt her heart beating faster and there was a warmth in her cheeks. Maybe it was just the wine, but she hadn’t drunk that much, had she?
She liked the attention she was getting from Linda. She liked the way that she touched her. She was a beautiful woman. Jane had always seen her as a beautiful woman but now she was seeing her beauty in a slightly different light.
“You know,” she murmured, “You’ve got a great figure as well.”
“Thank you,” Linda replied. She tilted her head to one side and continued, “What is it you like best about my figure? Go on, you can tell me.”
Jane wasn’t sure what she should say. She felt as though if she said the wrong thing then it might betray some of the feelings that were just starting to stir within her.
She felt conflicted, unsure of what to say. But before she could say anything her glance betrayed her. She looked down for just a moment at Linda's heaving cleavage and then when she looked back at Linda's face she saw the other woman beaming, clearly pleased with what she had just seen.
“Oh, these?” she said, pushing her breasts with her upper arms, making them appear even larger, “You like these?”
“Well, they’re so much bigger than mine, so much more...impressive.”
“Hey, I like yours. I think that they are great. But you’re right, mine are a lot bigger. I’ll be honest, though. Yours drive me crazy.”
Jane looked into her eyes. She could see something smoldering within them. She could feel it within herself as well. She gulped, once.
“Yours drive me crazy as well,” she said quietly - barely more than a whisper.
"You want to touch them?" Linda asked. Jane looked down at Linda's breasts and then looked into Linda's eyes again. Linda was expecting an answer. But what could she say?
All that Jane managed to do was nod, just once. Suddenly she knew that this was what she wanted She wanted to know what those perfect breasts would feel like.
When she nodded, Linda’s smile widened. Jane felt dizzy. What was going on here? This was new territory for her and she had no idea where it was going to end up. But she felt as though she had to find out.
Linda reached out and took hold of one of Jane’s hands. She stroked it slightly as she raised it. Then she brought it closer to her. She kissed it once and then she lowered it down to one of her breasts.
Jane let out a slight gasp. It felt incredible. The softness of it, the shape of it...She wanted to squeeze it but she wasn't sure just how far she should go. She didn't want to overstep her mark here. She felt as though she had to let Linda lead her.
The top of her hand - little more than just her thumb - was up above the dress on the soft skin of Linda’s breast. It felt so soft, so silky smooth, she thought about how the rest of the skin in Linda’s sexy body would surely feel just as good.
She didn’t know how long her hand rested there. It felt like hours, or like just the briefest of moments.
She was looking down at it, barely able to comprehend that it was her hand there on that incredible breast.
At last, she managed to drag her eyes back to look Linda in the face.
“You like?” Linda asked. Suddenly Jane felt self-conscious. She took her hand away. Linda’s smile faltered for just a moment but then it was back as strong as ever.
“Can I...” Linda began, “Can I try now?”
Jane looked slightly perplexed. She wasn’t quite sure what Linda meant. But then Linda looked down at Jane’s body and Jane understood. She blushed slightly, unsure how she should react to this. But...wasn’t it only fair that she let Linda have her turn now? And, besides, didn’t she want it as well? Didn’t she want to know what it felt like to have Linda’s hand on her breast?
She bit her bottom lip, feeling slightly shy, slightly nervous. But this was what she wanted. She didn’t want to back away from this situation now, didn’t want to find herself consumed with “what ifs?”
She nodded. Still, Linda didn't move. It took Jane a moment to realize why - that Linda was waiting for her to make the next move.
She took hold of Linda’s hand and raised it up. She was about to place it on her breast but then she remembered what Linda had done. She brought the hand up to her mouth, to her lips, and kissed it gently. Then she placed it on one of her breasts.
Now it was Linda’s turn to let out a little gasp.
Jane liked the feel of the hand on her breast. She wanted more of it, but after a while, Linda took her hand away. She stroked the breast ever so slightly, just moving her hand back and forth a tiny bit.
"Lovely," she said, and it was clear to Jane that she meant it.
Then Linda raised her hand and pushed Jane’s hair back behind her ear.
“You know,” Linda said, “I’ve sometimes wondered what it would be like to kiss you. Does that sound wrong?”
“No,” Jane found herself saying, “That doesn’t sound wrong at all.”
“What do you say, then? Can I kiss you?”
Jane was sure that she was blushing even more now, but when she looked into Linda’s eyes she nodded.
That was all that Linda needed. She took hold of one of Jane's hands and leaned forward. Jane closed her eyes. Her lips parted and then she felt Linda's lips brush over hers. It was just a momentary kiss but Jane leaned forward slightly, wanting more. Linda reached up with her other hand and rested her palm on Jane's cheek.
When Linda leaned in again, Jane was ready for her. Even as Linda's lips were about to touch hers, her tongue was already past her lips, wanting to taste Linda.
Then they were kissing properly, their lips pushing together, their tongues moving over each other.
Jane wanted Linda, wanted all of her.
She raised up one of her own hands to Linda’s face. Her other hand went to rest on one of Linda’s hips. Linda leaned forward, pushing against her. One of Linda’s hands went to one of Jane’s knees. She ran the hand up to Jane’s thigh. She stroked it again and this time it was even hotter than it had been before. She felt Linda give her thigh a playful squeeze.
The hand moved further up - it had gone beneath her dress now. It was only the fingertips that had pushed up there but it was still enough to excite Jane even further. Beneath her dress - that meant that there was clearly somewhere she was trying to reach, somewhere that she wanted to touch her.
Linda went to her knees on the couch. Jane did the same, the two of them turning to face one another. Linda’s hands went to Jane’s body, moving over her waist, over her stomach.
They moved in closer to one another then, their bodies pushing together.
Jane felt Linda’s breasts pushing against her and felt dizzy, the desire that had been building within her threatening to overwhelm her.
Her own hands went to Linda’s body, feeling her all over. As one hand moved up over Linda’s stomach it reached further up and the tips of her fingers found the underside of one of Linda’s breasts. She wanted that again, wanted to feel those breasts, wanted to take hold of them with even greater conviction than she had before,
Instead, she let her hands go to other parts of Linda's body, first of all, wanting to feel every part of her, every single inch of her.
She felt the sensual curves of Linda’s waist, her hips. One of her hands slid around behind Linda, wanting to pull her closer.