The sultry lilt of Madison’s voice reading beautifully written words of erotic imagery of had a mesmerizingly sexy effect on my body. We lay in my bed together drinking wine as I listened to her read, getting more and more turned on. My fingers found their way down my tummy and over the top of my yoga pants. At first, I tried to be discrete about it. But the longer she read, the hornier I was, and the less worried about her seeing me I became. The story was a Sherlock Holmes style mystery with explicit sex in it. The language was poetic and romantic. I liked the feeling of touching myself while she read to me. We have been best friends since grade school. I guess it was the alcohol, but it just didn’t feel like that big a deal to do it in front of her. The book obscured her view of my body anyway.

I let my eyes fall closed as she read a scene about two Victorian women discovering each other’s bodies for the first time. They reveled in their feminine sexuality together. I was getting really horny thinking about it. I opened my eyes to see if Maddie was still looking at the book and she seemed to be aware of my hand caressing my crotch and didn’t react at all. Emboldened by this, I slid my fingers inside my pants and rubbed myself through my panties. She kept reading as if nothing was happening. I watched her, noting the way her tongue moved in her mouth, how sexy she was with her hair tied back and bra exposed above her dress. I’ve always told her how gorgeous she was. Our husbands teased us about

being each other’s lesbian bffs, even though nothing sexual had ever happened between us. Alone in my house with them both out of town, I was thinking about her that way for the first time.

She kept reading as I rubbed myself, feeling a slippery wetness coming up through the pink lace. The fabric slid over my clit easily, making my breathing change. I lay there in a sexual haze, drunk with desire. Suddenly Madison was looking at me. She put down the book and leaned in closer.

“What are you doing over there?” She asked, looking down at my body.

I said nothing and didn’t stop, gazing at her quietly. She began to play her hand inside my thigh, climbing up close to my V. I let her, never breaking eye contact. We have never gone here before and I began to wonder why. She’s so beautiful, we are so compatible, and we have all the penis we want. I felt like I might have been missing something by not sharing my body with her. All I could think about now was how much I wanted her to touch me.

As I was thinking this, I felt her push her hand underneath the waist of my pants, reaching inside. Her fingertips began to caress my clit through my panties. She made circular motions, watching my face as she did. It was so hot! She knew exactly how to touch me. My body began to respond to her, writhing slightly on the comforter. I pumped into her hand

gently, in rhythm with the way she slowly masturbated me. I luvvved it.