Jen's Awakening

Jen and Stephanie were colleagues and friends. Through the years they had been close and often saw each other outside of work. Stephanie was tall and curvy and had long hair. Jen was shorter and had a slimmer frame with hair down to her shoulders. Both worked in tv and had lovely faces.

Stephanie was visiting Jen’s. The wine flowed and the two were in a warm and happy frame of mind as they talked and gossiped. On the couch they frequently gave quick touches to the other as close friends often do.

Several times, Stephanie caught Jen’s gaze at Stephanie’s décolletage. Stephanie was wearing a light cashmere sweater with a plunging vee neck and no bra. It was cool for Atlanta this time of year but would be considered quite warm in northern climes. This was far from the first time Jen leered at Stephanie. Jen had a longstanding crush on her friend. Identifying as straight, Jen never could work up the nerve to explore her sapphic impulses. She saved those for when she was alone and could indulge in lesbian porn and masturbating.

“Hey Jen, eyes up here, ok?” Stephanie said, laughing at her friend’s obvious interest. Jen blushed and turned away with a grin from ear to ear. “I’m so sorry,” she mumbled.

“OK, out with it. We’ve been friends too long.” Stephanie inched herself closer to Jen. Stephanie was also in the closet but had experimented with loving women in her college days. Stephanie thought Jen was quite the dish and Jen was a frequent focus of Stephanie’s own masturbatory activity.

The three bottles of wine the two had shared had gone to Jen’s head and her boundaries were collapsing. “I’m sorry,” she repeated. “You just have such a nice rack I’m envious.” Jen openly stared at Stephanie’s much larger breasts as Stephanie arched her back to be silly and gave Jen a pouting look. “Stop it!” Jen said laughing. Then Jen got quiet as she became more mesmerized. “Those are such nice mommy boobs.” Time became suspended. Stephanie was both shocked and thrilled by what Jen just said. “Whaaaat?” “I said you’ve got such nice boobs, mommy.” Stephanie and Jen were now sitting right next to each other. Jen’s mouth was parted and her breathing ragged as she struggled for some control. Stephanie’s face and chest were flushed. “And I like yours too,” Stephanie said. “I like how perky and small they are.” “Oh, mine haven’t gotten any bigger since I was 15,” Jen said. “I can still fit in my high school cheerleader uniform.” Stephanie put her wineglass down, and with some authority asked Jen, “Do you want to be a good girl for me? Huh? Do you?” Jen nodded dumbly. Where was this going? Why was Stephanie talking to her like that? Why was Jen’s pussy meowing so loudly to her? “Go put that uniform on for mommy.”

Jen then suddenly found herself in her old uniform, and Stephanie was now naked with Jen sucking and pawing Stephanie’s ample bosom. “That’s my good girl,” Stephanie said quietly.

Jen suddenly woke and realized she had been dreaming. Jen slid her hand down to her wet cunt and pawed and slapped it and masturbated to a screaming climax. Jen didn’t care whether she might have gay tendencies she just enjoyed the feelings and thoughts she was having. The dream had been vivid and strong. Jen was realizing she also was having a strong reaction to the roleplaying in the dream. Jen later dressed a bit more daring for work that day, hoping to get some positive attention from Stephanie.