But this was not going to be an easy task. Afterall, I was in the land of Mickey Mouse, Magic Kingdom, cheery plastic smiling faces, screaming children, exhausted parents, nightly fireworks, and monorails. Its not exactly conducive to "hot girl-on-girl action", if you know what i mean...
*We interrupt this story to bring you something waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more important...plus i didn't get laid at DisneyWorld anyway. i sucked a tit..that was it.*
I can't believe this actually happened. You know how you imagine something, dream of something, wish for something, ask for something and it never happens and you pretty much resign yourself to the fact that it ain't gonna ever happen even tho you hold on to a glimmer of hope? Well it did. And got damn it inspired me to write.
I've been friends with Pam (name changed to protect the voluptuous) for over 2 years now...we met online. The usual followed...IM every day, mild flirting, talking, phone calls, meet-in-person. I mean of course the flirting was mostly on my end...she did a little but probably just in response to my own flirting. I remember the first time i saw her. We met on a corner and went CD shopping. The first thing i noticed was her eyes..bright and shiny...dazzling smile. and that voice...adorable. I wouldn't find out till later that summer that she had a perfect, womanly body. That Mae West/Dana Owens type shit. The mythical hourglass...full, supple breasts, sharp waist, wide hips, ample behind, generous helping of thighs... One of the most alluring bodies i'd ever seen. Add the cute face and silky hair on top: instant crush.
But I chilled. By this time, she had made it clear that she's straight..yes mildly curious about women but not enough to actually act on it. Plus she was in love with someone and fiercely loyal. All that added up to: no chance. So we became close friends...we didn't see each other alot but talked quite frequently..sharing secrets and stories..commiserating about our respective unhappy and tumultuous relationships. We were similar in many ways..insecure, sensitive, needing love and attention...we often encouraged and supported each other. Sometimes when she was at a low point, feeling so down on herself, not realizing or understanding how precious and special and deserving she is of happiness, i just wanted to hug and hold her. but i couldn't...i offered but she'd laugh it off. Sometimes i'd even half-jokingly offer to give her oral pleasures to "take the edge off". She'd always laugh me off...while explaining that she'd feel too weird about it. That's cool. I wasn't disappointed. Like i said earlier, i never saw it as an actual possibility anyway.
Fast forward to yesterday. Boyfriend is long gone and has left a scar of hurt and betrayal on her forehead...in the shape of an x. Poor child tells me she hasn't had a decent orgasm in over 6 months...she's losing her mind she says...but there's no way she's gonna just find some strange dude for a quick fuck. it ain't in her make-up. A cape magically appears on my back. I re-extend my gracious offer: Let me come over tonite and pleasure you to at least 2 orgasms...let me help you.
"I'd feel too guilty..I have no desire to touch or taste you in return. That's not fair to you. I'd be giving you nothing"
I balked. "It would be an honor for me to give you this gift...my greatest pleasure will be to see and feel you cumming and you don't have to touch me at all. I don't care. I would be there for you. Be selfish..you deserve it. You've been hurt too much and its your turn to do something for yourself. Let me help you"
"Okay."
Did she just say ok? No. Fucking. Way. My heart starting beating so fast as i implored her to not joke around..she said she was serious...that she was so horny and curious anyway. So we made a date for later that evening. I would come over, give her a bubble bath, blindfold her so she can attempt to forget that its "me" with her, lotion her body down, then....
Getting thru the rest of the day was excrutiating. The closer it got to that time, the more excited i was and the more i was in awe of her. I searched within myself to make sure that i wasn't taking advantage. I concluded that i wasn't...my only desire was to give her as much pleasure as i could..to make her happy, and content, and at peace in some way. I wanted to just fall at her feet and do whatever she asked. I saw no harm in that at all. I only felt tremendous gratitude. That i was lucky to drink from her. And i was.
She thanked me today...we spoke briefly about it. I made sure that she didn't feel weird about what happened...she did not. She's content and satisfied..just as i had hoped. And she has no idea that i'd jump at the chance be so blessed again. All she has to do is say the word.