1. Old Friends, New Roomies

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I open the door to see if everything is presentable. My spare room is windowless but still has a lot of charm. The large plush bed takes up most of the space.

Bordering it are a glass desk and clear plastic chair, a tweed love seat and countless tiny landscape photos on the wall. I hope Tess feels at home here. She had called me over the weekend feeling pretty shit.

Her job had let her go. We talked for hours, both polishing off many glasses of wine but from opposite ends of the city. It's my nature to make jokes and use my dry humor to coax my friends out of their sadness and it worked.

By the end of the call we were both laughing, at each other for slurring our words, at the absurdity of grieving a job you hate anyway, at inside jokes that are years old between us. Her giggles are very throaty and feminine. That hasn't changed since college.

I made her an offer. She could come stay with me for a month while she rented her own room out to a tourist. This way she could save some money and make some money at the same time and I'm excited about catching up.

We've always kept in touch but I haven't seen her face to face in years. She arrives tonight. I wonder what she looks like now.

For over a year her profile picture has been a sunny photo of the lake with light bouncing off the waves. I remember us being the same height and how whenever I hugged her hello or goodbye her breasts pressed into mine. She had a habit of leaning her hip into mine and supporting my back with her hand firmly.

It always felt very natural how our bodies settled into each other for something as simple as a hug. But we never actually hit on each other or really went for it. I'm not even totally sure what she's into.

Sometimes when you have friends you can depend on, you don't want to put too much pressure on that stability. My ceiling fan is whirring and pushing steamy air out of my open kitchen windows. Dinner is ready.

Then I take a sip of my gin and tonic. The doorbell buzzes loudly. I resist looking through the peephole and instead sweep the door wide open.

Tess is standing there smiling, her dimple widening on the right side of her face. Her eyes are taking me in, scanning me over a few times as she nods. She looks amazing, fresh faced, with shoulder length hair.

Her body is still solid and graceful. Hey stranger, she says. She pulls me into a hearty hug and I let myself melt into it, squeezing my arms around her neck.

We linger for a few moments and then I offer to help carry her luggage in. We finished dinner hours ago and now Tess is playing me some dub tracks in her new room. She's sitting cross-legged on the bed and I'm eagerly listening to her catch me up on her love life from the love seat.

We don't usually talk about this, so it's cool to see this side of her. She's had much more sex than romance and was only in one serious relationship. But that suits her, she says.

She's never wanted to settle down. She's not very sentimental. I nod my head slowly.

We keep having these long pauses in our conversation where we look away and just let this silent tension breathe. I look back at her. She tells me she's missed me a lot.

I enthusiastically say, yeah, I have too. She asks me how much. She wants me to show her.

My heart is racing and my eyes draw themselves up to the ceiling. I let out a slow breath and then I get up from the love seat. Tess's mouth is open and her gaze is on me.

I pull the skirt of my dress up to my waist. Her back straightens. I hold the skirt up with one hand while I use my other hand to drag my panties down and off my body.

They're on the floor. It feels unbelievable standing here with my legs planted slightly apart, feeling the air on me, her eyes on me. I walk over to the bed and climb on it, still holding my skirt up so she can see my pussy.

She moves to make room for me as I lie down. I pull down the neck of my dress, exposing my breasts and my hard nipples. I pull the neck of my dress snugly around my tits so they are fully on display for her.

I snake one hand to my pussy and rub two fingers down and up my lips and my clit. And Tess is taking longer breaths, leaning over my waist, mesmerized by that damp shine between my legs. She leans further down and places some soft kisses on the top of my thigh, then moves back so she can take in the view of my hips writhing in time to the slow dub rhythm.

My fingers tenderly working my clit, slipping into myself every few strokes and using that moisture to make my lips wetter. Tess looks right into my eyes and now we are taking each other in. I tug at the bottom of her shirt and she slips it off.

Her hand moves behind her back and instantly, her bra is off. Seeing her breasts gently fall loose makes me pulsate inside. They're perfect to me and fuller than I expected.

She lies beside me, nestles her face close to mine and kisses me. Her tongue makes long, loving flicks along the inside of my lips. She sucks on them and bites them playfully.

Her hand cups and squeezes my breasts and now my chest is wriggling under her touch. I hook my thumb into the waistband of her pants and she takes the hint and removes them entirely. As my tongue sucks hers and returns all those delicious bites and licks, I use my strength to push her down so she's laying down beside me.

We are both shoulder to shoulder and on our backs. I pull her hand and put it on my pussy. Then I put my free hand on her pussy.

We're both moaning audibly now, both in control of each other. Her pussy is soaking wet. Her clit is slippery and warm between my two fingers.

I slide my fingers up and down it, between the V of my fingers. Each time I reach the bottom, I take a little dip inside her. Her body is twitching sporadically and her moans are coming from deep in her body.

The pads of her fingers are all circling my clit. They feel calloused and rough and I love how it's making me raw. Love how abrasive it feels on my softest parts.

She presses hard on it and she feels me jolt, so she makes faster circles and presses even harder. I rub my fingers between her labia faster and harder too. We match each other's rhythm, crying out unexpectedly.

I can feel the tension building up in our thighs as our voices get louder. My hand is so wet from her that I can feel it up to my wrist. I gasp in a breath and then my whole body shudders.

She keeps her hand pressing on me and I feel the delicious agony as I come uncontrollably. She sets her off and I feel her hips thrust and sink upwards and downwards in a rocking motion. I love watching her lose control.

She says my name over and over as I gently stroke the last spasms out of her.