Thea [ part one ]

I knew Thea when i was a kid, she was my best friends older sister. So when me and Imogen were eleven year olds with skinned knees and tide marks behind our ears, Thea was sixteen and a quasi-permanent resident of the bathroom, out of which she would issue every now and then looking [ to me and Imo at least ] quite impossibly grown up and glamorous. Thea had Jennifer Aniston hair before Rachael from ' Friends ' was even dreamt of. Long, glossy and caramel blonde, but it was by no means her only asset. Tall with a willowy grace that perhaps, might have seemed vapid were it not given piquancy by the most gorgeous, mischievous smile.

That was the year we moved to another town. I was devasted, as children are by these things, and wallowed in tearful goodbyes from Imogen. I got a hug and a little present from Thea and promises from all the family that we would stay in touch. Imo and I wrote to each other for a while but eventually new best friends were installed and life moved on.

Twelve years later i'm meandering around my local Tesco and I see Jennifer Aniston hair looking at magazines. I made my way over just for a closer look not really believing that it could possibly be Thea. Whether she felt my gaze on her I don't know but she glanced at me and did a double take herself. We were both astonished. We hugged and talked a blue streak, a fifteen minute potted version of our respective history was exchanged. She had moved to the rural outskirts of the town with her boyfriend Marcus, and was working for GEC. We made arrangements to have a drink together that weekend and then hugged our goodbyes to each other. Within a very short space of time we were best friends. The age gap that had seemed so vast at eleven seemed non-existant at twenty three and I sooo got her madcap sense of humour now. God, she had THE filthiest, most infectious laugh ever ! Totally incongruous but you couldn't hear it without laughing yourself. She was just SUCH good fun.

Looking back, I loved her....I never told her though, not even in those incredibly intimate, post orgasm moments when we were a still an almost single entity ; a sated tangle of sweat sheened limbs and gentle kisses. Maybe she knew anyway.

We'd been best pals for a couple of years before anything overtly sexual happened between us and the catalyst was, of all things, a conversation about silicone boobs ! Lunch out together that day accompanied by a bottle of wine and a couple of vodka tonics meant that we got out of the taxi at Thea's house in a giggly and tactile state. Once inside we kicked off our heels and settled on the sofa. During the lunch we'd touched on my state of continuing sexual drought and the fact that while my boyfriend was just the sweetest, funniest guy ever.....he was perfectly content to have sex biannually. It was a semi-regular topic because i was forever grumbling about living with someone, yet having to rely on vibrators for a sex life. Thea's opinion was ' have an affair ! ' but none of our social circle seemed likely candidates so it never progressed farther than a suggestion.

The topic on her mind at that moment though was surgery ; a boob job. It cropped up periodically and always exasperated me. Thea was a perfectly proportioned B cup and for the life of me i couldn't understand why she would want to mar their natural, pert perfection. Like most large breasted women, i'd have given my eye teeth for boobs that could go bra-less, and told her so !

' Ohh, like this, you mean ? ' she grinned at me, lifting her top and flashing her gorgeous, perky and very bra-less tits at me. I dunno.....maybe there was just a suggestion of challenge in the tilt of her chin...but also maybe, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. Whatever it was, i found myself reaching out towards her and cupping one beautiful, creamy breast. With something approaching wonderment i drew my thumb across its rosy tip and felt Thea shiver, her nipple immediately hardening. Barely able to believe her reaction, I dragged my gaze away from my hand up to her face. She was all big blue eyes and softly parted lips, I was mesmerised, transfixed.

She covered my hand with hers, squeezing it gently.

' I want this ' she said and laid back on the sofa, still holding my hand against her breast, effectively pulling me towards her. I went, willingly, terrified. The first kiss was electrifying....so soft, so utterly alien but so illicitly thrilling. I felt, for those first few seconds of kissing, almost as if i was having an out of body experience. There was a definite perception that part of my mind was having an ' OHMYGOD ' moment. I was kissing my best friend !!

And then she moaned softly, into my mouth and all the distractions fled......I wanted her naked. I wanted her writhing. I wanted her wailing her orgasm to me.

I kissed my way down her body, lingering at her neck, softly biting her. She was goosebumps and little ohh's of arousal. The tip of my tongue trailed teasingly down the valley between her breasts. Thea tilted herself unselfconsciously, wanting my mouth on her nipple. I ignored it and rained soft kisses all the way to the snap on her jeans. She unfastened them and shimmied them off leaving her little, lacy panties on. My fingers trailed lightly up her inner thigh as my mouth returned to her breasts. I sucked a taut, rosy tip into my mouth as my fingers stroked up and down her panty clad slit.......I could feel her wetness through the sheer material and felt my own clit, swollen and throbbing in empathy. She shifted beneath me, trying to spread her legs wider but the constraints of the sofa and our position made it difficult.

' Bed ' she murmured ' Lets go upstairs ' ..................................To be continued.

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