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25 Temmuz 2022, 01:53
Soccer Moms -- Part 2
[Author's Notes: 1) there are underage characters in this story but they will neither have, see nor even hear any sexual activity; and 2) this is a work of fiction and so certain aspects of this story involving youth soccer programs are not completely accurate but they advance the storyline. Please try to look past that to the more important aspects of the story]
Carol woke up first. She just stared ahead for a bit to see if she could hear anything from Jen's bed, but what she heard convinced her that Jen was sound asleep. She quietly went to the drawer, got herself a change of clothes and headed into the shower. She stepped into the shower and let the water run over her. At first, Carol hoped the water would wash away the images that she seen last night. Not because she did not like them but because of how much she did.
She had seen the outline of Jen's lithe body as it moved around on the bed. She could tell that one arm was moving around her chest, so she figured Jen was playing with her nipples or areolas. She could not see the other hand but even in the darkness she could tell it was under Jen's panties moving in and out of her body at an increasing speed. And then there were the noises in the dark.
Carol thought that Jen might have been trying to keep quiet, but she had not done as good of a job as she thought she had. The moans spoke of a sexual need that was strong. And when her breath would catch...oh it was so arousing. "What had she touched to make that sound." Carol wondered as she was watching the younger woman so expertly bring herself toward her orgasm.
Now even in the light of day, the echoes of those sounds were making Carol very horny. "What is wrong with me? Why was I so turned on by that? My sex with Paul is nice." Hearing her own words, she felt as if she was damning her own sex life with faint praise. "No. No. It's fine." Realizing that "fine" sounded worse than "nice" Carol just went back to thinking about those sounds, and what Jen must have been doing when she made them.
Carol started to play with her nipples. She was sure that Jen must have been doing that with one of her hands. It felt nice and she started to have a tingling sensation between her legs. As her own nipples hardened, Carol felt the water running over them and the rest of her breast and it felt exquisite. She kept that up for a minute and while it felt nice, she was not moving toward the type of huge wave of pleasure she had watched Jen give herself.
"Well, her other hand had to be down between her legs and the way her hips drove up into where her wrist seemed to be means she must have had a finger or two inside herself." Trying hard to recreate what she had only been able to partially perceive in the dark, Carol moved her other hand down and began to stroke her slit while she continued to fondle her breasts.
By now the heat in her body was increasing and she was starting to labor a bit in her breath. She put one foot up on the top of the tub and easily pushed two fingers inside herself. After a few seconds she had found her G-spot and was stroking the little pad of flesh, thinking for a moment how many minutes it would have taken Paul to find it.
She continued this for a little while until the feelings it was creating caused her leg to spasm slightly. It did cause her balance to change and while she was not falling, she did feel that she should be more stable. She sat down in the tub and repositioned her hands to where they had been prior to the slip. Only now there were little droplets of water lightly splashing her hard nipples and also her stomach and thighs.
Since the moment she had decided to sit in the tub, she had also decided that she was going to make herself come as hard as she could. She began thrusting her fingers into herself and mauling her breasts while all the time replaying the sounds in her mind that she had heard Jen making last night. She could feel it building up inside herself and knew that she was going to be rewarded for her efforts. A thumb and forefinger pinching a nipple, two fingers pistoning in and out of her body and a light rain fell from the shower head over her body. "And those sounds..the moans..the way her breath caught in her throat...the sounds her fingers made as they went in and out of her obviously very wet vagina."
Carol suddenly realized that she was not remembering these sounds, but was making them herself. The orgasm rocked though her and she felt it throughout her whole body. She kept right on going as she felt a second wave well up inside her and come crashing down on her. Her legs were convulsing against the tub floor.
Carol laid there for several minutes; the water continued to fall on her like a warm spring rain. She then got up, turned off the shower, dried off and got dressed. She went into the room quietly and Jen still appeared to be asleep. Rather than wake her and have to face her, Carol slipped out of the room and went down to the continental kaçak iddaa (http://www.hemeteam.com/) breakfast in the hotel lobby.
Jen was asleep when Carol left but woke soon afterwards. She too tentatively looked over her shoulder when she first woke up and was glad that Carol had already left. She was afraid that Carol had left in a panic to get away from her. However, when Jen got herself into the bathroom, she saw the used towel and remembered that the Rogers family were all early risers. Still, she felt so embarrassed about what had happened. She hoped that her and Carol could remain friends and that at the very least this would not affect Katie and Melanie.
Jen was out of the shower, but still in the bathroom when Carol came back from breakfast. Carol called out and Jen answered through the door. Carol asked "Some of the parents are heading out to the field now, do you want to ride together?" To be honest Carol really did not want to have to face Jen at that moment but felt that not asking would make things even more awkward when at some point they would have to talk.
Carol was relieved when Jen called back "No thanks. You go ahead. I want to grab some breakfast first and I'll meet you at the field." Carol was not surprised when, just before kick-off, Jen came running up and then the game started and provided an immediate distraction for them. Both women were standing there, feeling awkward. However, both were glad that they were standing next to each other, able to chat about the game and not have to deal with the previous night.
The girls lost that game but won the third-place game so everyone was going home a little happier than they might have. Carol spoke with Katie on the way home because she had another hard foul that might have drawn a yellow card. Two yellow cards in the same tournament would have been reported and that was something that would not be good. Katie just shrugged it off and said maybe she was a little tried on the one that day and just reached out her leg instead of moving her whole body toward the ball. Otherwise, a successful, and as far as Paul would be told, ordinary weekend of soccer.
After getting Katie to bed, Carol went into the master bedroom to see Paul, sitting up in bed. Still incredibly horny from the events of the night before and that morning in the shower, Carol suggested that they share a little intimacy. Paul seemed to be a little more creative and was not just doing his usual two sucks of each nipple, hand through her thighs once or twice and then a few minutes of intercourse. He had always been willing to give Carol oral pleasure and this time he was doing more that just trying to get her wet for intercourse. He was trying to just give her pleasure and he was doing a very good job.
Carol was happy that he was making this effort. But as he continued his ministrations, her mind went back to the sounds of Jen writhing on the hotel room bed and it was that, not Paul's handiwork that got her off so strongly. However, she complemented Paul on his work and it was certainly one of the most powerful orgasms she had had in a while with him.
Paul was so happy with how well things had gone with his oral efforts for Carol, he did not even ask her to reciprocate. He just cradled her in his arms, gave her a kiss on her forehead and said "I love you Carol." And she answered back in all sincerity, "I love you too Paul. Good night. And thank you." And as Carol drifted off to sleep she thought "that was better than fine."
Tuesday evening was the next practice and both Carol and Jen were a little timid walking toward each other on the field. Jen asked Carol if she wanted to take a walk around the field. It was not uncommon for parents to get in steps or exercise by walking around the outside of the soccer fields while practice was going. Once they were out of earshot of the other parents, they both turned to each other and said "Sorry about this weekend."
They both seemed stunned that the other was apologizing as they both felt they had been in the wrong. "Why are you apologizing?" asked Jen. "Because I was spying on you when you were having a very personal moment. Why were you apologizing to me?" responded Carol.
"Well" said Jen, "I should not have been doing that with you right next to me and apparently I was loud enough to wake you up."
"Yes, I could tell that you were trying to keep quiet but then it all came out...literally." They both giggled for a moment then started to laugh out loud at the bad pun. But it was also a release of the tension they both had been feeling wondering if either had harmed their friendship. Carol's attempt at humor was also a message that this was a funny, humorous story that was now a part of their friendship. They were both at ease with each other and that was all that mattered.
They resumed their walk and finally Jen asked "So. Since you did "spy" on me, what did you think?"
"Oh my god Jen, it was actually one of the sexiest things I have ever seen...or at least heard. I actually kaçak bahis (http://www.hemeteam.com/) played with myself in the shower that morning and came twice, back-to-back. That almost never happens for me." Jen felt happy for her friend with a hint of pride that it had been her who had helped her friend reach that level of pleasure.
By now they were finishing their first lap of the fields and getting close to the other parents so the conversation changed to the games. They did not talk about that again that day or at the practice on Thursday. Not that it was a forbidden or uncomfortable topic. It was just something that did not come back up as they spoke.
The next Friday night was typical. Carol and Katie were the first ones at the team hotel. They had already unpacked and had dinner and Carol was in the lobby with some other parents and Katie with some of the other girls when Jen and Melanie arrived. Katie got up and helped Melanie bring everything to the room while Jen checked in and then sat down with the rest of the parents.
Soon it was time for everyone to turn in and Carol and Jen went to their room to find the girls already in their pjs and in their respective beds. The Mothers took turns getting changed in the bathroom and everyone went to sleep.
The first game was tough. After Katie and Melanie had connected for one of their long ball down the sideline goals, the other team had their wing defenders switch sides. The girl now covering Melanie was able to match her speed without the defense having to cede the middle of the field and their offense never got in sync. Some great saves by Elizabeth Stanz, the Blue Lightning goal keeper allowed the Blue Lightning to get by with a 1-0 win.
The second game was even tougher. The referee was allowing some physical play and Melanie was getting held and grabbed and she could not break free. Katie got another yellow card and Coach Hochbauer sat her quite a bit. This led to a 2-0 loss and only a consolation game for tomorrow. The girls were not looking forward to the group film study and Coach Hochbauer even asked the parents to have the girls back and ready by 8:30 instead of 9:00.
Everyone was a bit down and no one stayed very long in the lobby before turning in. Carol grabbed her night clothes and went into the bathroom to change. When she came out, Jen had already changed while Carol was in the bathroom. Carol noticed the slender legs of the petite blond in very short shorts and she looked away quickly. They stayed up and watched a little tv, but the games had left everyone a bit wiped out and they turned off the tv and the lights and got in their beds. It was still early and neither was ready to fall asleep yet.
After a bit, Carol turned over to look at the bed next to her. It was too dark to see Jen but Carol could make out her form. She was on top of the covers and apparently still awake. "Jen?" "Yeah Carol?" "Can I ask you a personal question and if I am being too forward just tell me and that will be that."
"No Carol, that's fine. What?"
"What were you thinking about last week when...you know." Jen paused for a minute. Carol knew she was a widow and they had talked a little about Melanie's Father, but she had never told her about Colleen before. She was unsure how her new friend would respond. Still Colleen had been an important part of her life and if Carol couldn't handle that, it was probably better she found and now. So Jen started her tale.
"Do you remember the referee at the first game on Saturday last week?" "Yeah" Carol responded. "Well, she looked very much like a girl I lived with for 9 months in college." There, it was out. Now all Jen could do was hope her friend would not freak out.
Carol was surprised by that answer and while she was trying to process it, she asked what seemed to be a safe question. "Was she someone you knew from school?"
Jen was relieved that Carol had not gone to pieces over this revelation and part of her was angry with herself that she had not had more faith in her friend. "She was on the team with me. She was a Junior when I got there and I had a huge crush on her right from the start. She was a really great player and she helped all the underclassmen but that only made me fall harder for her. About halfway through the season in my Sophomore year I told her how I felt and she felt similar.
But she was a Senior and her plan was to go play soccer for a minor team in England and work for the company that sponsored the team. So we knew it couldn't last. But for the time we had, it was amazing. And that referee looked so much like Colleen and watching her run around on the field was almost like watching Colleen that first day Freshman year."
At this point Carol interrupted and asked "So that first game when you kind of went all fuzzy, it was because you were thinking of Colleen?"
"Yes. And that night I could not sleep and I really thought you were asleep and the rest as they say is history."
Carol turned all the way over struggling illegal bahis (http://www.hemeteam.com/) to see Jen and said "Well, I am so glad you did wake me up. I already told you how turned on I was listening to you and what I did in the shower Sunday morning." Carol paused deciding if after Jen's revelation maybe she could share a similarly personal anecdote. She liked Jen and their friendship had really been a bright spot in the last few months.
So considering where the conversation had already gone, she felt it was safe to proceed. I was really horny Sunday night too. And Paul and I got intimate. And I had a great orgasm that night too, but I did not have the heart to tell him that it was not him, it was the thoughts of your voice Saturday night that caused the big 'O' that night."
Jen was glad it was dark as she was blushing. She figured her skin was now the same color as Carol's hair. But she also realized that Carol had shared an intimate story of her own. Rather than being a possible wedge between them, her telling Carol about Colleen had actually brought them closer. "Well, I am glad I could help you Carol."
After a brief silence Carol spoke again. "Jen, you know how you had felt you had to apologize for touching yourself with me in the room?"
"Yeah."
"And I said it was okay."
"Yeah."
"Do you believe now that in fact it was okay that you did it?"
"I guess so, why?"
"Because I have been touching myself for the past few minutes and I don't want you to think I am doing something wrong."
Jen was shocked to hear this and it caught her off guard. They had become very close very quickly, but still they had known each other a very short time. Maybe this was all too much information. Now Jen began a debate in her head. Finally she reached several conclusions: 1) Carol was already a close friend; 2) Carol had not been in any way judgmental and was a good person; 3) with what they had already shared, they really could share anything with each other; and 4) the sense that someone seemed to think Jen was sexy enough that they were turned on by Jen, even if that someone was her new best friend, was also turning her on.
Carol was starting to worry that maybe she had gone too far as it seemed like forever for Jen to answer, but when she did it was well worth the wait.
"No Carol. I think it is fine if you want to touch yourself and make yourself come. I might just join you." And although they had just cemented a new level of friendship with each other, they both turned onto their backs, stared at the ceiling and got lost in their own thoughts for a bit.
The women had laid in the dark for several minutes playing with themselves and the mood was getting a little awkward. Jen thought that maybe she should start a safe conversation having nothing to do with their present activity. "So, only one game tomorrow and then it's back home."
"Yeah. I am sure Hochbauer will stay and watch the teams that moved on in case we play them somewhere else." Carol added "I wonder what she said to the girls this evening and how it will affect their play tomorrow."
"I guess we'll have to wait and see. I will definitely ask Melanie about it on the ride home." The conversation stopped again, but Carol realized it was for something different this time. Like at a family dinner when the food is good and everyone stops talking to eat, her and Jen were now starting to pick up some headway as they worked on their pleasure, and both began to concentrate a bit more on what their hands were doing on their respective bodies and less on the conversation.
While the sound of conversation was gone, the sound of breathing was becoming much more pronounced. They could both hear their own selves and felt their bodies moving closer and closer to climax. But they could also hear each other as well.
Somehow the sound of two breaths getting labored and shallow not only doubled their sensations but quadrupled them. As a nipple was pulled or a hand rubbed up and down or a thumb circled a clit, there was also the sound of another woman as the intake of air caught in a throat or the exhale turned into a soft moan.
Even with their eyes wide open they could not see, but this only left more room for the sounds to fill their brains with images while the sensations of touch shuddered across their bodies. They both realized that as they were turning themselves on they were turning each other on as well. And that thought only spurred each woman to try to do more.
Jen had been playing with her breast which was always a trigger point for her. It had made her very wet and she now had two fingers on her left hand pushing and pulling in and out of her vagina while with her right hand she cupped a breast and pinched the nipple between her index and middle finger. The speed with which she was finger banging herself and the copious amount of fluid she was producing was causing a squelching sound that Carol could hear on her bed.
Because Jen was between Carol and the window, Jen's body was visible in silhouette just as it had been the week before and so Carol was able to make out her form and could see that Jen was vigorously working herself toward a big orgasm.
[Author's Notes: 1) there are underage characters in this story but they will neither have, see nor even hear any sexual activity; and 2) this is a work of fiction and so certain aspects of this story involving youth soccer programs are not completely accurate but they advance the storyline. Please try to look past that to the more important aspects of the story]
Carol woke up first. She just stared ahead for a bit to see if she could hear anything from Jen's bed, but what she heard convinced her that Jen was sound asleep. She quietly went to the drawer, got herself a change of clothes and headed into the shower. She stepped into the shower and let the water run over her. At first, Carol hoped the water would wash away the images that she seen last night. Not because she did not like them but because of how much she did.
She had seen the outline of Jen's lithe body as it moved around on the bed. She could tell that one arm was moving around her chest, so she figured Jen was playing with her nipples or areolas. She could not see the other hand but even in the darkness she could tell it was under Jen's panties moving in and out of her body at an increasing speed. And then there were the noises in the dark.
Carol thought that Jen might have been trying to keep quiet, but she had not done as good of a job as she thought she had. The moans spoke of a sexual need that was strong. And when her breath would catch...oh it was so arousing. "What had she touched to make that sound." Carol wondered as she was watching the younger woman so expertly bring herself toward her orgasm.
Now even in the light of day, the echoes of those sounds were making Carol very horny. "What is wrong with me? Why was I so turned on by that? My sex with Paul is nice." Hearing her own words, she felt as if she was damning her own sex life with faint praise. "No. No. It's fine." Realizing that "fine" sounded worse than "nice" Carol just went back to thinking about those sounds, and what Jen must have been doing when she made them.
Carol started to play with her nipples. She was sure that Jen must have been doing that with one of her hands. It felt nice and she started to have a tingling sensation between her legs. As her own nipples hardened, Carol felt the water running over them and the rest of her breast and it felt exquisite. She kept that up for a minute and while it felt nice, she was not moving toward the type of huge wave of pleasure she had watched Jen give herself.
"Well, her other hand had to be down between her legs and the way her hips drove up into where her wrist seemed to be means she must have had a finger or two inside herself." Trying hard to recreate what she had only been able to partially perceive in the dark, Carol moved her other hand down and began to stroke her slit while she continued to fondle her breasts.
By now the heat in her body was increasing and she was starting to labor a bit in her breath. She put one foot up on the top of the tub and easily pushed two fingers inside herself. After a few seconds she had found her G-spot and was stroking the little pad of flesh, thinking for a moment how many minutes it would have taken Paul to find it.
She continued this for a little while until the feelings it was creating caused her leg to spasm slightly. It did cause her balance to change and while she was not falling, she did feel that she should be more stable. She sat down in the tub and repositioned her hands to where they had been prior to the slip. Only now there were little droplets of water lightly splashing her hard nipples and also her stomach and thighs.
Since the moment she had decided to sit in the tub, she had also decided that she was going to make herself come as hard as she could. She began thrusting her fingers into herself and mauling her breasts while all the time replaying the sounds in her mind that she had heard Jen making last night. She could feel it building up inside herself and knew that she was going to be rewarded for her efforts. A thumb and forefinger pinching a nipple, two fingers pistoning in and out of her body and a light rain fell from the shower head over her body. "And those sounds..the moans..the way her breath caught in her throat...the sounds her fingers made as they went in and out of her obviously very wet vagina."
Carol suddenly realized that she was not remembering these sounds, but was making them herself. The orgasm rocked though her and she felt it throughout her whole body. She kept right on going as she felt a second wave well up inside her and come crashing down on her. Her legs were convulsing against the tub floor.
Carol laid there for several minutes; the water continued to fall on her like a warm spring rain. She then got up, turned off the shower, dried off and got dressed. She went into the room quietly and Jen still appeared to be asleep. Rather than wake her and have to face her, Carol slipped out of the room and went down to the continental kaçak iddaa (http://www.hemeteam.com/) breakfast in the hotel lobby.
Jen was asleep when Carol left but woke soon afterwards. She too tentatively looked over her shoulder when she first woke up and was glad that Carol had already left. She was afraid that Carol had left in a panic to get away from her. However, when Jen got herself into the bathroom, she saw the used towel and remembered that the Rogers family were all early risers. Still, she felt so embarrassed about what had happened. She hoped that her and Carol could remain friends and that at the very least this would not affect Katie and Melanie.
Jen was out of the shower, but still in the bathroom when Carol came back from breakfast. Carol called out and Jen answered through the door. Carol asked "Some of the parents are heading out to the field now, do you want to ride together?" To be honest Carol really did not want to have to face Jen at that moment but felt that not asking would make things even more awkward when at some point they would have to talk.
Carol was relieved when Jen called back "No thanks. You go ahead. I want to grab some breakfast first and I'll meet you at the field." Carol was not surprised when, just before kick-off, Jen came running up and then the game started and provided an immediate distraction for them. Both women were standing there, feeling awkward. However, both were glad that they were standing next to each other, able to chat about the game and not have to deal with the previous night.
The girls lost that game but won the third-place game so everyone was going home a little happier than they might have. Carol spoke with Katie on the way home because she had another hard foul that might have drawn a yellow card. Two yellow cards in the same tournament would have been reported and that was something that would not be good. Katie just shrugged it off and said maybe she was a little tried on the one that day and just reached out her leg instead of moving her whole body toward the ball. Otherwise, a successful, and as far as Paul would be told, ordinary weekend of soccer.
After getting Katie to bed, Carol went into the master bedroom to see Paul, sitting up in bed. Still incredibly horny from the events of the night before and that morning in the shower, Carol suggested that they share a little intimacy. Paul seemed to be a little more creative and was not just doing his usual two sucks of each nipple, hand through her thighs once or twice and then a few minutes of intercourse. He had always been willing to give Carol oral pleasure and this time he was doing more that just trying to get her wet for intercourse. He was trying to just give her pleasure and he was doing a very good job.
Carol was happy that he was making this effort. But as he continued his ministrations, her mind went back to the sounds of Jen writhing on the hotel room bed and it was that, not Paul's handiwork that got her off so strongly. However, she complemented Paul on his work and it was certainly one of the most powerful orgasms she had had in a while with him.
Paul was so happy with how well things had gone with his oral efforts for Carol, he did not even ask her to reciprocate. He just cradled her in his arms, gave her a kiss on her forehead and said "I love you Carol." And she answered back in all sincerity, "I love you too Paul. Good night. And thank you." And as Carol drifted off to sleep she thought "that was better than fine."
Tuesday evening was the next practice and both Carol and Jen were a little timid walking toward each other on the field. Jen asked Carol if she wanted to take a walk around the field. It was not uncommon for parents to get in steps or exercise by walking around the outside of the soccer fields while practice was going. Once they were out of earshot of the other parents, they both turned to each other and said "Sorry about this weekend."
They both seemed stunned that the other was apologizing as they both felt they had been in the wrong. "Why are you apologizing?" asked Jen. "Because I was spying on you when you were having a very personal moment. Why were you apologizing to me?" responded Carol.
"Well" said Jen, "I should not have been doing that with you right next to me and apparently I was loud enough to wake you up."
"Yes, I could tell that you were trying to keep quiet but then it all came out...literally." They both giggled for a moment then started to laugh out loud at the bad pun. But it was also a release of the tension they both had been feeling wondering if either had harmed their friendship. Carol's attempt at humor was also a message that this was a funny, humorous story that was now a part of their friendship. They were both at ease with each other and that was all that mattered.
They resumed their walk and finally Jen asked "So. Since you did "spy" on me, what did you think?"
"Oh my god Jen, it was actually one of the sexiest things I have ever seen...or at least heard. I actually kaçak bahis (http://www.hemeteam.com/) played with myself in the shower that morning and came twice, back-to-back. That almost never happens for me." Jen felt happy for her friend with a hint of pride that it had been her who had helped her friend reach that level of pleasure.
By now they were finishing their first lap of the fields and getting close to the other parents so the conversation changed to the games. They did not talk about that again that day or at the practice on Thursday. Not that it was a forbidden or uncomfortable topic. It was just something that did not come back up as they spoke.
The next Friday night was typical. Carol and Katie were the first ones at the team hotel. They had already unpacked and had dinner and Carol was in the lobby with some other parents and Katie with some of the other girls when Jen and Melanie arrived. Katie got up and helped Melanie bring everything to the room while Jen checked in and then sat down with the rest of the parents.
Soon it was time for everyone to turn in and Carol and Jen went to their room to find the girls already in their pjs and in their respective beds. The Mothers took turns getting changed in the bathroom and everyone went to sleep.
The first game was tough. After Katie and Melanie had connected for one of their long ball down the sideline goals, the other team had their wing defenders switch sides. The girl now covering Melanie was able to match her speed without the defense having to cede the middle of the field and their offense never got in sync. Some great saves by Elizabeth Stanz, the Blue Lightning goal keeper allowed the Blue Lightning to get by with a 1-0 win.
The second game was even tougher. The referee was allowing some physical play and Melanie was getting held and grabbed and she could not break free. Katie got another yellow card and Coach Hochbauer sat her quite a bit. This led to a 2-0 loss and only a consolation game for tomorrow. The girls were not looking forward to the group film study and Coach Hochbauer even asked the parents to have the girls back and ready by 8:30 instead of 9:00.
Everyone was a bit down and no one stayed very long in the lobby before turning in. Carol grabbed her night clothes and went into the bathroom to change. When she came out, Jen had already changed while Carol was in the bathroom. Carol noticed the slender legs of the petite blond in very short shorts and she looked away quickly. They stayed up and watched a little tv, but the games had left everyone a bit wiped out and they turned off the tv and the lights and got in their beds. It was still early and neither was ready to fall asleep yet.
After a bit, Carol turned over to look at the bed next to her. It was too dark to see Jen but Carol could make out her form. She was on top of the covers and apparently still awake. "Jen?" "Yeah Carol?" "Can I ask you a personal question and if I am being too forward just tell me and that will be that."
"No Carol, that's fine. What?"
"What were you thinking about last week when...you know." Jen paused for a minute. Carol knew she was a widow and they had talked a little about Melanie's Father, but she had never told her about Colleen before. She was unsure how her new friend would respond. Still Colleen had been an important part of her life and if Carol couldn't handle that, it was probably better she found and now. So Jen started her tale.
"Do you remember the referee at the first game on Saturday last week?" "Yeah" Carol responded. "Well, she looked very much like a girl I lived with for 9 months in college." There, it was out. Now all Jen could do was hope her friend would not freak out.
Carol was surprised by that answer and while she was trying to process it, she asked what seemed to be a safe question. "Was she someone you knew from school?"
Jen was relieved that Carol had not gone to pieces over this revelation and part of her was angry with herself that she had not had more faith in her friend. "She was on the team with me. She was a Junior when I got there and I had a huge crush on her right from the start. She was a really great player and she helped all the underclassmen but that only made me fall harder for her. About halfway through the season in my Sophomore year I told her how I felt and she felt similar.
But she was a Senior and her plan was to go play soccer for a minor team in England and work for the company that sponsored the team. So we knew it couldn't last. But for the time we had, it was amazing. And that referee looked so much like Colleen and watching her run around on the field was almost like watching Colleen that first day Freshman year."
At this point Carol interrupted and asked "So that first game when you kind of went all fuzzy, it was because you were thinking of Colleen?"
"Yes. And that night I could not sleep and I really thought you were asleep and the rest as they say is history."
Carol turned all the way over struggling illegal bahis (http://www.hemeteam.com/) to see Jen and said "Well, I am so glad you did wake me up. I already told you how turned on I was listening to you and what I did in the shower Sunday morning." Carol paused deciding if after Jen's revelation maybe she could share a similarly personal anecdote. She liked Jen and their friendship had really been a bright spot in the last few months.
So considering where the conversation had already gone, she felt it was safe to proceed. I was really horny Sunday night too. And Paul and I got intimate. And I had a great orgasm that night too, but I did not have the heart to tell him that it was not him, it was the thoughts of your voice Saturday night that caused the big 'O' that night."
Jen was glad it was dark as she was blushing. She figured her skin was now the same color as Carol's hair. But she also realized that Carol had shared an intimate story of her own. Rather than being a possible wedge between them, her telling Carol about Colleen had actually brought them closer. "Well, I am glad I could help you Carol."
After a brief silence Carol spoke again. "Jen, you know how you had felt you had to apologize for touching yourself with me in the room?"
"Yeah."
"And I said it was okay."
"Yeah."
"Do you believe now that in fact it was okay that you did it?"
"I guess so, why?"
"Because I have been touching myself for the past few minutes and I don't want you to think I am doing something wrong."
Jen was shocked to hear this and it caught her off guard. They had become very close very quickly, but still they had known each other a very short time. Maybe this was all too much information. Now Jen began a debate in her head. Finally she reached several conclusions: 1) Carol was already a close friend; 2) Carol had not been in any way judgmental and was a good person; 3) with what they had already shared, they really could share anything with each other; and 4) the sense that someone seemed to think Jen was sexy enough that they were turned on by Jen, even if that someone was her new best friend, was also turning her on.
Carol was starting to worry that maybe she had gone too far as it seemed like forever for Jen to answer, but when she did it was well worth the wait.
"No Carol. I think it is fine if you want to touch yourself and make yourself come. I might just join you." And although they had just cemented a new level of friendship with each other, they both turned onto their backs, stared at the ceiling and got lost in their own thoughts for a bit.
The women had laid in the dark for several minutes playing with themselves and the mood was getting a little awkward. Jen thought that maybe she should start a safe conversation having nothing to do with their present activity. "So, only one game tomorrow and then it's back home."
"Yeah. I am sure Hochbauer will stay and watch the teams that moved on in case we play them somewhere else." Carol added "I wonder what she said to the girls this evening and how it will affect their play tomorrow."
"I guess we'll have to wait and see. I will definitely ask Melanie about it on the ride home." The conversation stopped again, but Carol realized it was for something different this time. Like at a family dinner when the food is good and everyone stops talking to eat, her and Jen were now starting to pick up some headway as they worked on their pleasure, and both began to concentrate a bit more on what their hands were doing on their respective bodies and less on the conversation.
While the sound of conversation was gone, the sound of breathing was becoming much more pronounced. They could both hear their own selves and felt their bodies moving closer and closer to climax. But they could also hear each other as well.
Somehow the sound of two breaths getting labored and shallow not only doubled their sensations but quadrupled them. As a nipple was pulled or a hand rubbed up and down or a thumb circled a clit, there was also the sound of another woman as the intake of air caught in a throat or the exhale turned into a soft moan.
Even with their eyes wide open they could not see, but this only left more room for the sounds to fill their brains with images while the sensations of touch shuddered across their bodies. They both realized that as they were turning themselves on they were turning each other on as well. And that thought only spurred each woman to try to do more.
Jen had been playing with her breast which was always a trigger point for her. It had made her very wet and she now had two fingers on her left hand pushing and pulling in and out of her vagina while with her right hand she cupped a breast and pinched the nipple between her index and middle finger. The speed with which she was finger banging herself and the copious amount of fluid she was producing was causing a squelching sound that Carol could hear on her bed.
Because Jen was between Carol and the window, Jen's body was visible in silhouette just as it had been the week before and so Carol was able to make out her form and could see that Jen was vigorously working herself toward a big orgasm.