Two women, straight and lesbian, come together

My bath was just starting to cool down when I heard a
car coming down the drive to the house. It was my best
friend, Alyssa, coming to visit and right on time, as
usual. I smiled to myself and got out of the whirlpool,
drying off as I heard her make her way inside and
upstairs towards my room.

“Kathy?” she asked as she came into the bedroom.

“In here, Lyssa,” I replied as I moved over to the
shower stall. She walked through the open door as I got
in the shower and reached for my razor. “I’m still
getting ready. I wasn’t expecting you quite so soon,” I
lied.

Lyssa sat down on the makeup chair and watched me
through the open glass door. I was sitting on the built-
in shower seat soaping my legs and shaving them. Looking
up at her, I smiled and said “Sorry. I felt like
relaxing and took a bit long in the tub.”

She gave me one of her lovely smiles. “That’s alright, I
can wait.” She pushed her long dark hair away from her
face as she glanced down to look in her purse. Lyssa’s a
lovely woman, slim, about my height, with a girlish
figure and a lightness of movement that always draws a
second look from men — and quite a few women.

I’ve known Lyssa since we were roommates in college. We
were instant friends when we met and have stayed so ever
since. Despite my wildness in college and the trouble it
inevitably caused her, Lyssa’s always been there for me
through thick and thin. Even eight years later she was
still my best friend. It was only two days ago that she
had finally confessed her secret to me.

We’d been drinking and messing around online with a few
friends when I decided it was time to jump in the hot
tub outside. Casual nudity in front of her is nothing
new for me, but when I started stripping down and
challenged her to a race to the tub she blushed and
fumbled with her clothes. I hadn’t really thought about
it, but I realized then it’d always been me nude, not
Lyssa; at least not often.

“Come on, silly!” I teased and ran out the french doors,
across the balcony and down the stairs to the patio and
the hot tub. I was almost in the tub when I heard her
bare feet padding down the stairs and looked back to see
her coming quickly towards me. I hopped in the tub and
caught a quick glimpse of her nudity as she slid in too.

“You forgot these, Kathy,” she said and proudly held up
a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

I laughed. “Oh, and I thought you were just being shy.”

She turned away from me, popping open the champagne and
I realized my best friend was blushing.

After we finished the bottle I was getting weepy. My
marriage was in a rough spot, I was tired and drunk, and
I just needed a shoulder to cry on. I spilled out all my
feelings, cried a bit, and leaned against her. She was
holding me and telling me things would work out.

Lyssa got me out of the tub, helped me dry off, and
walked me back to the bedroom. She was so kind, so
gentle, and I just needed that so badly that I started
crying all over again.

She pulled back the bed covers and had me get in and I
was still weepy. I looked up into her deep brown eyes
and asked her to hold me.

She hesitated and then broke down.

“Oh my God, Kathy, I don’t know if I can,” she said and
sat down on the bed, a flood of tears pouring down her
face.

I was startled by her reaction. How could I have made
her cry? “What’s wrong, darling?,” I asked softly,
sitting up to hold her. “Tell me.”

She just looked at me, tears falling, and asked, “You
really don’t know, Kathy?”

Somehow, I did know, but I didn’t ever let it surface.
We’d been friends so long, so close, but I now, well, I
did know why her feelings were tearing her apart.

I wiped a tear from her cheek. “I think I just really
realized it now, tonight. Talk to me, Lyssa.”

“I love you,” she said, and with those words opened up a
world of revelations for me. “I have for eight years.”
Her head dropped and the tears flowed and I pulled her
into bed. We talked and hugged and shared our feelings
for an hour before we both fell asleep.

I knew she loved me, she wanted me, and I knew I was
scared of losing my dearest friend. And I confessed to
her, too, all of that and how I just didn’t know where
to go with all of these emotions. She was so kind and
gentle with me and listened and held me and let me sleep
a deep, long, resting sleep. It didn’t seem to matter
that we were naked; it just made me feel closer.

And now it was two nights later and I’d decided what to
do.

“Lyssa?” I asked, and she looked up from her rummaging
through her purse. “What would you like for Christmas?”

She gave me a small smile, started to say something, and
then laughed. “Oh, I don’t know. You know me, anything
will do. I’m surprised you haven’t found something
already.”

I kept shaving my legs, almost finished with them now. I
stood up and rinsed off, feeling Lyssa’s eyes roaming
over me.

I’m such a tease.

“Oh, I’ve thought of a few things,” I said casually, as
I braced one foot on the seat, slightly turned from her,
and began to apply shaving cream to the top of my pubic
mound. I keep myself fully shaved.

“Uh, yeah?” Lyssa mumbled as I started shaving.

“Yes, I thought maybe I’d get you one thing, but then I
thought of something else. You know, sometimes it’s just
so hard to decide,” I rambled aimlessly on, and then sat
down, spread my legs wide and applied shaving cream down
one side of my lips.

I could hear Lyssa breathing just a few feet away, but I
didn’t look over at her.

Gently, I ran the razor along, taking off what almost
non-existent stubble there was. Then I rinsed off and
put more cream along my other side, turning now so I was
almost facing Lyssa.

Our conversation had ground to a halt. I was so turned
on I almost didn’t have to rinse off, but I did, slowly
running my hands over myself, being sure every fold was
fully clean. I slowly ran my fingers all the way front
to back and forwards again, raising my eyes to look at
Lyssa. She was staring at my pussy, open-mouthed and
breathing hard.

I coyly closed my legs, stood up and did a quick all-
over rinse. Stepping out of the shower, I toweled myself
off not saying a word.

Finally, I turned and walked into the bedroom. I heard
Lyssa get up behind me and could feel her walking slowly
into the room. I turned and faced her. “Now, turn
around.”

She looked startled and confused and actually cleared
her throat. “Around?” she said.

I spun my finger around and said, “Yes, dear, turn
around. Look the other way.” I could see the disbelief
in her face as she did what I asked. I almost giggled.
After all that, really, what was left to hide?

Preparing myself quickly with the items I’d had ready, I
took a quick look in my mirror to be sure everything was
just right, and took a deep breath.

“Okey-dokey, Lyssa,” I said.

She turned. I was standing within arm’s reach of her
wearing nothing but a bright red wide ribbon tied with a
bow around my waist.

“Merry Christmas to my best friend!” I said.

She didn’t waste any time unwrapping her present.

Hours later, as I lay gasping with yet another oncoming
orgasm, my face buried in my pillow, my ass high up in
the air and Lyssa’s tongue swirling me into ecstasy once
again, I thought of you, and how a present can be given
to a friend more than once, if it’s the right kind.

Merry Christmas!

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