That Surprise Visit Make Me Happy Part -5 Continues…

There was a little silence as she picked up the picture to look at it better, and I thought of how much I could have used a friend like her back then.

She put the picture back on the mantelpiece and came to sit on the sofa. She put her feet up under her and I shared the blanket.

Our feet were almost touching under there. Just that was enough to make my pulse quicken.

“What were you like in high school?” I asked her.

She scoffed.

“Not a cool rebel, that’s for sure. I was a drama club geek. It was fun, I’ve always loved theater. But mostly, I didn’t get noticed much. Which I guess was a good thing in some ways.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“I got together with Andrew senior year. He asked me to prom out of the blue. I was so happy, because he was cute and a really nice guy. He was my first boyfriend.”

She smiled but her eyes were sad, and she went quiet, like the memory was haunting her, rather than making her happy.

“Maggie, are you okay?”

She smiled and looked at me.

“Yes, thanks… it’s just… you know. Marriage. It’s not all roses.”

She stared straight ahead and moved to a more comfortable position. Her stockinged feet touched my bare toes and stayed there.

“Anything you want to get off your chest? I’m here if you need me. Listening is kind of my job, you know.” I gave her a comforting smile.

She was silent for a while, her fingers quietly playing with her wine glass. She had that stare I sometimes saw in people as they opened up about something.

“I still care about him very much, but… it’s like we’re totally different people now, you know?”

She looked so helpless. Lost.

“It’s okay to think that Maggie, people change, that’s normal. God knows I’m not the same crazy blue haired ball of rage I was in high school. You guys were young when you got together, it’s okay to not feel the same as then. Have you considered talking to someone, perhaps going to couples’ therapy?”

“I’ve suggested it, but I think Andrew is afraid of being seen having marriage troubles. I get that I guess, I mean it’s part of his job to counsel other couples.”

She looked down.

“But I… I think he might be seeing someone else in Fargo.”

Oh no. I started to say something, but she continued.

“And you know Liv, what’s so weird is… that it’s not so much the fact that he might be meeting someone there and doing who knows what with her…”

She closed her eyes, like she was trying to block out her shame.

“What’s making me feel awful is… I feel like that if he had just told me he wanted to see other people, I think I might have been alright with it.”

She looked at me, eyes glistening with tears.

“Is that horrible?”

I lifted the blanket and moved to her side, putting my arm around her shoulders.

“No Maggie, that’s not horrible, you have a right to feel how you feel. But maybe… it tells you something about where your marriage is at…”

Her smell filled my nose. Her hair brushed my arm. My thigh was up against hers and my breast was squished against her arm. Despite my best intentions I felt an intense arousal grow in me.

It was wrong. I was supposed to be trying to help her. To be her friend.

I just couldn’t help myself.

She turned her head towards me. Our lips were only a few inches apart.

“The important thing is to try to figure out why you feel that way. That’s something that’s good to talk to…”

Her eyes caught mine.

“…a couple’s therapist…”

I glanced at her mouth. She was biting her lip. Her eyes flickered down to my lips.

“…about.”

She was hoping for me to kiss her.

The blinding realization made my heart pound, and my breath go shallow, I could feel the flush warming my cheeks.

I saw her cheeks and ears go red. Her fingers touched mine, it felt like a lightning strike.

Her breath was heavy.

I started to move away, like I always did, but this time she touched my hand ever so lightly.

“Don’t,” she whispered.

Time stood still.

“What?” I whispered back, knowing full well what she meant.

“Don’t push me away.”

“I don’t…”

“Yes, you do… every time.”

“I just… I can’t…”

“You don’t… want me?”

Her lips were an inch from mine now, her whispers hot on my face.

“Yes… I do so much… but…”

“Then kiss me… please?” The pleading in her voice nearly tipped me over the edge.

“…I can’t… we can’t… it’s not…”

The first feathery touch of her warm lips sent shivers through my whole body. They brushed mine, the slightest grab of my upper lip between hers, and then the contact broke.

My walls crumbled, my heart took over and for a few seconds nothing existed but the taste of her lips, as I kissed her for the first time.

I poured all my love into that kiss, sweet, slow and sensual. It felt like finally knowing my place in the world, finally knowing where I fit in. Right here, in her arms, with her lips on mine.

Right here was my place. My true home.

And yet, it couldn’t be.

My brain screamed at me to stop this, push her lips and body away, pull back from this madness.

But in my heart, there was beautiful silence at last, peace. My world finally felt right.

I felt her tongue touch my lips and they parted. She found mine.

Our kiss grew urgent, I could feel her breath quicken, little whimpering sounds forming deep in her throat, making her lips vibrate against mine.

Her hand let go of my fingers and crawled slowly up my arm, up to my shoulder, touching my neck, gently holding my cheek. The trail of her touch left goosebumps on my skin.

My hand moved from my thigh to hers, soft under her jeans, moving up and inward, feeling the heat that emanated from her sex.

It drove me mad to know she was hot for me. I trembled as her fingers slid slowly, hesitantly down from my cheek, under my open shirt, tracing my collar bone, and down over my tank top towards my hard nipple tenting the thin material.

I knew that in a second, I would lose this battle, lose any chance of pulling out, any chance of stopping this. I knew that the moment she touched my nipple I would be gone, gripped by lust and my forbidden love for this beautiful, amazing woman.

And I let it happen.

Her fingers brushed over my hard nipple and the electric current went through me, connecting my lips, my nipples and my pussy, severing all connection with my logical brain, the lust burning in all my senses, seizing control of my mind.

I arched my back, pushed my breast into her hand, opened my mouth and moaned loudly into hers from the exquisite pleasure of being touched by the woman I loved.

She gripped my nipple between her fingers and rolled it through the thin material, making me squirm and yelp, silencing me with her lips and tongue.

I pushed my hand against her crotch, feeling the heat of her pussy directly now, mashing against it. She groaned into our deep kiss, pulling my tank top down, exposing my breast and sliding her palm over it, brushing the nipple, sliding underneath and obviously loving to feel the full roundness of it in her hand.

My hand went up under her sweater, finding her breasts covered by a bralette, pushing my fingers under it to feel her naked skin.

Her breasts were much smaller than mine, only a handful and I couldn’t wait to see them, suck them, nibble on that small stiff nipple I held in my palm. I rolled it in my fingers, pinching a little harder than her, and was delighted to discover that she loved it.

“Ooooh yes, oh Liv!”

She wasn’t whispering anymore, and I gave her other nipple the same treatment. She squealed.

“Yesss…”

Her eyes were burning with lust, I could see my own need perfectly reflected there. I couldn’t believe this was really happening.

I freed my hand and took off my shirt, dropping it away. She stared, eyes wide as I grabbed hold of my tank top and pulled it over my head, exposing my naked breasts. Her eyes went straight to my nipples.

“Do you want to…?”

She nodded slowly.

I moved and swung a leg over her, settling on her thighs, pushing her back into the cushions. I put my hands on the back of the sofa on either side of her and raised myself slightly, offering my hanging tits to her mouth.

For a moment she didn’t move, and then her hands came up to hold them, her soft palms cupping them, guiding my nipples into her wet, warm mouth.

It felt amazing, heightened by the display of her enthusiasm, exploring my tits, licking my nipples, taking them between her lips, sucking soft and hard, trying to suck as much of my breast as she could into her mouth.

She moaned continuously, hands feeling and squeezing the soft flesh as she sucked, then sliding over my sides and back, feeling my naked skin, pushing into my pants to cup my ass.

I moaned and whimpered, her mouth making my sensitive nipples shoot fireworks down to my clit, and I knew I needed her to eat me. I didn’t know if she had done that before, but I yearned to see her eyes look into mine as her tongue pushed into me.

I sat back and pulled on her sweater, dragging it up over her head. The bralette was a pretty white lace one, making me wonder for a moment if she had anticipated this. I didn’t care though, I just removed it quickly and was looking at a delicious pair of tits, small and perfectly shaped, with rosy pink nipples scrunched up and ready for me to pinch.

I took both of them in my fingers and squeezed. Her look of pleasure was priceless to behold. Oh God, how I loved giving her pleasure. How she looked, the sounds she made. I couldn’t wait to get my tongue on her clit and to feel her tense up in orgasm.

I kissed her again and she moaned into my mouth, her hot breath driving me wild. In between kisses she whispered how long she had wanted this, how happy she was, how sexy I was to her…

Every word was both beautiful and a reminder of my guilt, that I shouldn’t be doing this. But I was too far gone to stop.

I slid down to the floor and pulled on her pants. She lifted her ass, her burning eyes holding mine as I tossed them away, spread her legs and dove in between them. The look on her face as my tongue touched her hot, wet lips was amazing. I marveled at the obvious pleasure painted on her face as my nose played in her reddish curls and my lips sucked on her clit. Her eyes glazed over, and she trembled, her hands came to my head and she caressed my hair, gently at first, and then grabbed it hard as I pushed my tongue inside her.

She tasted like love. Her soft, fleshy pussy felt so right in my mouth. I shook with pleasure just from eating her.

She whispers had stopped and she had a look of intense concentration now, already chasing the orgasm. I gave her clit some special attention to push her closer, and loved to see her respond instantly, tensing up, getting close.

“Inside… please… finger…”

Her staccato plea came between quick breaths. I kept licking her clit and slid a finger inside her, massaging her warm and gripping front wall.

In just a few seconds she erupted, her breath expelled with a long powerful, loud moan, her thighs crushing my head. As she came down, she was heaving, catching her breath. At first, I thought it was aftershocks, but then I saw tears.

I moved up to hold her as she rode out her emotional release, kissing her tears away.

“It’s ok Maggie, shhh… “

“I’m sorry… it’s just… overwhelming…”

She got control of her sobs.

“…first time…”

“It’s ok, I know.”