ABW Three Friends: Chapter 02

Chapter 2

Emma watched with anticipation as a black Ikarashi Jinta—several years too old and well past a hundred-thousand miles—pulled into the driveway. Despite its age, the old sedan was well-kept by its owner. She ran it through the car wash at least once a month. She outlawed food and drinks inside. And in her free time she and her sister Mandy shined it up nicely.

“Jenni!” Emma screamed and threw her arms around one of her closest friends.

Jenni felt a little guilty for getting Emma wet, having just come in from the rain. Rainy days were hard for Emma, she knew that. Rainy days meant staying inside a house that made her feel like a stranger. It was then, in Emma’s arms, that Jenni heard what sounded like a woman moaning.

“Porn, Emma?” Jenni teased. “You dirty…”

“It’s not porn,” Emma stepped back and nodded toward the stairs. “It’s Ashley and Nate.”

“Your mom let’s her bring her boyfriend over to…?”

“She’s not my mom,” Emma said incredulously. “And that slut upstairs isn’t my sister.”

The expression on Emma’s face said it all.

“Two things, sweetheart,” Jenni began. “One, enjoying sex doesn’t make someone a slut; at least that’s what I tell myself.”

“And Mandy,” Emma giggled.

“No, she’s a slut. Two, they may not be family, but that doesn’t make them the enemy, either. Catherine’s good to you, right?”

Emma nodded. Her mind took in that concept. Yes, Catherine had always been good to her. As much as she wanted to hate the woman, she couldn’t find fault with her. When Emma needed new clothes, Catherine took her shopping for a stunning wardrobe. She always had a roof over her head, food on the table, and Catherine would even sit and help out with Emma’s homework. Emma, Jenni, and Milena graduated a few weeks ago.

To most, that would be a good thing, but it left Emma home all summer with nothing except her unending thoughts.

“Millie’s coming over, too?” Jenni asked as she took a seat on the couch. She seemed amused, with a contented smile, by Ashley’s vocal love-making; which made her wonder if Nate really was that good.

“She should be here any—” Emma was stopped when she saw a figure running from the neighbors house, trying not to get soaked, over to the front door. “She’s here.”

Emma opened the door quickly, allowing her friend easy refuge.

“Fuck!” Milena said as she rushed through the door. “It’s like a fucking hurricane out there. Got anything I can change into?”

Emma hurried upstairs to look for something warm and dry, so that Milena wouldn’t catch a cold in those clothes.

“Millie,” Jenni hopped up from the couch and embraced the third member of their crew. “Wow, you really are—”

“Soaked,” Millie said. She ran her hands over her wet jeans. Pulled off her grey hooded sweatshirt, which appeared fifty shades darker from the heavy rain. Without hesitation, she removed her shirt and unbuttoned her pants.

“Millie!” Emma yelled from the stairs. “What the fuck! What if Ashley saw you?”

“Would it be the first time she saw pussy?” Milena quipped. “Relax, I’ll put this on.”

Emma sat with Jenni, while Milena got dressed. Jenni’s auburn hair dried quick enough. The natural brown with a dark reddish hue always made the blonde a bit jealous. It was different. Lot’s of women had blonde hair, whether natural or dyed, but Jenni’s was almost unique. Milena’s straight brown hair had a blonde shine to it; when it wasn’t soaked. Emma was perhaps one of few women that wanted darker hair.

“I’m dying my hair like yours someday,” Emma said to Jenni.

“No, don’t,” Jenni ran her fingers her friend’s golden locks. “Your hair is beautiful.”

“Sounds like Ashley’s having fun up there,” Milena said seconds before the moaning finally died down.

“Nate,” Emma sighed exhaustively. “They fuck like that all the damn time. I’m getting sick of it.”

“Say something,” Milena shrugged in her new shirt. From her pocket, she pulled out a CD case. “I downloaded and burned the wildest thing you’ll ever see in your life.”

“What is it?” Emma asked with curiosity.

“Is it porn?” Jenni asked.

“What? No, it’s not porn…not exactly. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? You’re too damn horny.”

“I can never be too horny.”

“Come on, Millie. What is it?”

“We’ll just have to throw it in the DVD player and find out.”

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“Oh, my fucking…” Emma couldn’t believe what she was watching.

“Mmmm,” Jenni moaned with an irresistible urge to touch herself.

“See,” Milena said proudly.

Two women wrestled on a mat with a beautiful young lady presiding over the match as the referee. They started off by wearing skimpy two-piece string bikinis—which were barely there—and within ten minutes they were both naked.

Unlike any wrestling match Emma had ever seen; and she had been an avid fan since she was a toddler watching with her father. There were no pins, no submissions that they noticed, it seemed everything they did earned a level of points.

When the blonde woman rubbed her opponent’s pussy, the number jumped. The brown-eyed beauty gained the advantage and sat on her opponent’s face, while teasing her breasts with one hand and fingering her with the other; adding points to her score. The wildest thing Emma had ever seen.

“Jenni, what do you think…nevermind.”

Jenni’s skirt was hiked up to her stomach. Her hand was buried under a lacy pair of hot pink panties. Their ever-aroused friend was finger-deep inside herself. Watching her masturbate mere inches away was incredibly erotic.

“Mind if I…” Jenni indicated her need to remove her obstructive panties.

“Go for it,” Milena laughed. “Is it cool with you?”

“Umm, sure g-go ahead,” Emma replied with nervous arousal.

Emma’s eyes were glued to her friend’s exposed sex. She saw the twinkling shine of moisture on the neatly trimmed brown hairs of Jenni’s vagina. Like a blooming tulip, her labia opened. Two fingers plunged into her canal.

Emma was well-aware of the growing wetness between her legs. Her passion grew like a wildfire begging to be put out. But, how? She had never touched a girl…in that way. Emma was no virgin, she hadn’t been for some time, but she only had sex with men. Not that she wasn’t tempted to see what it would be like to touch another girl or taste her pussy. There could be no greater temptation than a sexy half-naked girl sitting next to her and finger-fucking herself.

“The winner, Penelope Barbara,” announced the referee.

“Fuck, she is so hot,” Milena moaned. “I’d love to suck those big tits.”

“Millie!” Emma said incredulously. “Whoa.”

Milena’s jeans were down by her ankles and she hopped on the couch. Emma was sandwiched by her two sexy friends and both were masturbating as they watched the erotic show.

“Come on, Em, take your pants off and have a little fun.”

Emma didn’t know what to do. On the screen, one of the women had her hand raised and was declared the winner. The referee handed the winner a strap-on. It was obvious where this was going. The loser was on all fours. The winner, behind her playfully shaking ass, started fucking her harder and faster than Emma could ever remember experiencing. The sight was intoxicating.

“I’m…I don’t know. It’s a turn on, but it’s just that…”

“If you don’t want to masturbate, that’s fine,” Milena said as she slowed herself and removed her fingers. “Give me your hand.”

“What for?” Emma asked, immediately regretting asking such a dumb question. Milena wanted Emma to finger her. She’s never done that before. “Nevermind. You want me to touch you—oh, fuck—”

Emma looked down and saw Jenni’s hand roaming around under her sweatpants.

“Wow. For someone too shy to masturbate with her friends, you sure are wet. How’s this feel?”

Emma closed her eyes and her hips began gyrating as if with a mind of their own. Grinding her sex against Jenni’s soggy fingers. “It feels so good,” Emma moaned softly. Melina started pulling her sweatpants down.

“Just say the word,” Milena said.

“Yes.”

“Tell me you want it.”

“I do,” Emma said desperately. “I want it. Wait! No, not here.”

Emma broke free from her half-naked friends and stood to pull her pants up.

“Let’s go to my room.”