Let's Play Pretend

Rachel and I grew up together neighbors and best friends. We were innocent at a time when being a virgin was cool and saving yourself for marriage was expected. We’d never had boyfriends because we were afraid we’d succumb to their overwhelming desire for sex. Our only real exposure to sex was a book of erotic stories we’d been given by Rachel’s older brother. And that book of stories was our favorite past time. We’d spend the night together at either her house or mine nearly every weekend, and read those stories until the wee hours of the morning, dreaming of the day we could experience the excitement and pleasure written on those pages. We talked more about our wedding night then the actual wedding. We imagined where we’d be touched and how, rather then by whom. It was one of those overnights that began many years of intimacy between us.

One evening as we lay in my pink canopy bed reading our treasured paperback, Rachel got a crazy idea. “Remember when we were younger and we used to play pretend house? And I was the dad and you were the mom?”

I nodded my head, remembering how Rachel would pretend to come home from a long day at the pretend office, so happy to see me and the pretend kids. She’d kiss my cheek and say, “Hello dear. How was your day?” And I’d hug her and tell her about all the extraordinary house cleaning I’d done in high heels while pretending to serve an amazing dinner. 

Rachel continued, “Well, how about if we play pretend husband and wife?” The dim light from her lava lamp across the room wasn’t bright enough to read her expression, but there was anticipation in her voice. 

“What would we do?” I giggled. “Go out on a date? Aren’t we a little old to play pretend?”

Rachel gripped my hand and whispered, “I’ll be the husband and lay on top of you. And you’ll be the wife. And we’ll kiss and stuff.”

I was shocked, and a little nervous. “I don’t know, Rae. That sounds weird.”

Rachel sat up in bed. “Come on, Kristy. Aren’t you curious? Let’s just try it. We can stop if we don’t like it. I want to know so badly how it feels just to be kissed.”

Before I knew it, she rolled over on top of me and pinned down my arms. I could feel her breath on my face as she stared into my eyes. “Ready?” she urged.

My heart was pounding. The weight of her body actually felt good and there was a familiar stirring between my legs. I nodded, hesitantly at first, and then in surrender. Why not? I was just as curious as she was. Rachel softly kissed my cheek, the tip of my nose, and then my other cheek. “Are you okay, Kristy?” she whispered, breathing a little heavier.

“Yes, that was nice.” I admitted.

“Good. Close your eyes”, she ordered, obviously pleased. She brushed my hair off my forehead, kissed it, and then kissed each of my eyelids. She slid her lips down my nose and then covered my cheeks and chin with quick, tiny kisses. It felt wonderful. She moved lower, to my neck, nuzzling at first, and then carefully sucking skin into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue. Immediately, my body responded. We were already turned on from reading an erotic story, but now I felt a yearning like never before. She eased her thigh between my legs and put pressure against my pussy. “I feel your heart beating”, she said in a low, gravely voice, “and not just in your chest.” Then she gently rested her lips against my lips. We didn’t move, soaking in the warmth of our bodies pressed together. I surprised myself by tenderly licking her lips. She did the same to me. Rachel let go of my arms, extended them above my head, and slid her hands lightly into mine. Our fingers instinctively entangled. Now I felt her full weight, her breasts crushed against me, her nipples hard through the thin material of our nightgowns, her pussy melting into mine. “Please, Kristy, open your mouth”, Rachel said firmly. I did what I was told. Her tongue darted across my lips, and then ever so slowly, she pushed her tongue between my lips and into my mouth. The heat and wetness of her tongue was thrilling. She opened her lips wider and seemed to suck my whole mouth into hers. As our tongues rolled around, slipping and sliding in and out of each other, I couldn’t help the rotation in my hips.

Rachel let go of my hands and grasped the sides of my face. Her kiss became more passionate as she pushed our lips harder together. I ran my fingers through her thick, beautiful hair, down the graceful bend of her back, and dared to rest them on the cheeks of her ass. In response, her fingers traced the curves of my neck, and then drifted lower, to the top of my breasts. Our kiss grew even deeper, more urgent. I arched up against her, thrusting my breasts into her hands, pressing on her ass and smashing my pussy against hers. Our hips moved in unison, desperately grinding and twisting against each other. 

Suddenly, Rachel broke the kiss. “Let’s take off our nightgowns”, she said breathlessly. She stood up on the bed, threw off her gown, pulled down her underwear and kicked them on the floor. She didn’t seem shy at all. I modestly pulled off my underwear and sat up. Rachel helped me off with my gown, pushed me back down, and straddled me. Her breasts were small, but her nipples were large, dark, and stiff. She had just a light dusting of blonde, glistening hair between her legs. She watched me look at her body and then to my amazement, touched herself. “Oooooh, Kristy. This feels so good.” she whispered huskily, thrusting her head back. One of her fingers was lost somewhere inside her pussy while her other hand tweaked and pinched a nipple. I reached out and tentatively touched her other nipple. It was firm, and yet soft at the same time. She moaned quietly. “Have you ever touched yourself, Kristy? Do it.” She begged.

“I can’t believe this is happening”, I murmured, but I was caught up with desire and an ache so strong I couldn’t resist it. I eased one of my fingers into my pussy and felt an instant rush of fluid, while my other hand kneaded Rachel’s breast.

“Rub your clit, like this”, she instructed, giving me a clear view of her pussy. She pulled her lips apart with one hand, and exposed a tiny nub. She started rubbing and flicking it, crying out in obvious delight. I released her breast and followed her example, finding my clit and pinching and caressing it gently. It was so very sensitive. Spasms surged through my stomach and my legs. Rachel threw herself on top of me again and sank her tongue deep in my mouth. She rolled us sideways so we were facing each other, continuing to kiss and suck my tongue and lips. Her fingers found my breasts. She squeezed them and brushed my nipples. All I could think of was the pleasure racing through my veins and the overpowering need to touch her body. Her stomach was flat and lovely, silky to my exploring hands. Her pubic hair was coarse and thin, so different from the thick mane on her head. She urged me on by scooting up enough for my fingers to sink into the dampness of her pussy. Rachel reached down and buried her fingers in my bush, stroking in small, circular motions. Then she pushed my legs apart and fondled the inside of my thigh. I started wiggling my fingers in her pussy, not sure what to do, what would please her, but lingering in the warm wetness. “Rub my clit”, Rachel pleaded.

I found the nub easily and started massaging it. Rachel whimpered and unexpectedly slid two of her fingers in my pussy hole, thumping in and out while I writhed in total bliss. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, Rachel’s body tensed. “I’m gonna cum”, she called out. “Oh, wow Kristy! I’m gonna cum!”

I could feel my climax building. It was nothing like I imagined. It was powerful and unstoppable, like a huge ocean wave reeling towards the shore. Rachel continued fingering my hole with one hand while rubbing my clit with the other. Our tongues swirled around each other hastily. We both gasped in awe as our orgasms, for the first time, ravaged our bodies. Every muscle in my body tensed and a wave of pleasure shattered my senses. When it was over, I could barely move I felt so weak. The sheets were soaked, the blankets were strewn on the floor, and there was a musky odor in the room. We lay together, side by side, holding hands, trying to catch our breath. I turned to Rachel with a grin, “When are we playing pretend again?”

Rachel giggled. “Let’s read some more of that sex book tomorrow night and try something new”, she answered sleepily. She stretched like a cat, sighed contently, and cuddled up to me. I wrapped my arms around her and drifted off to sleep. Gone were dreams of boyfriends, husbands, or even weddings. Just the two of us would make our dreams come true … Rachel and I.