Me and a couple of the girls from the office had decided to go out to a nightclub Friday after work. “Corporate” had sent some people to our branch office to do a review of our office and we had been busting our collective asses to make sure we looked good to them.

They had been with us, reviewing our records and policies all week, but on Friday morning they had left to head back to Chicago where our corporate headquarters were. We had decided Thursday morning that we would go out straight from the office so we all brought our “steppin’ out” clothes to work.

I had broken up with my ex-boyfriend about a year before, and had finally gotten to the point where I was comfortable with where I was at sexually. Aiden was a great guy and was a powerhouse in the sack, but we were both at different places outside the bedroom. I wanted to settle down and get on with the family thing, and he was still playing the field.

So we decided to part ways. It was a friendly, “it’s best for both of us” thing and we were still on speaking terms – hell, we even dated a time or two afterwards. But I wanted to find my soulmate, and he was just looking to mate.

That Friday night was all about celebrating, though, and blowing off steam so that’s the attitude we all had. We began drinking and we all danced a little with some willing guys we met there. Angie, one of the girls from the office, met up with her Mr. Tonight and made an early evening of it, wanting to take her prize home and enjoy him. Kelli and I continued drinking some until it started getting late.

Since we were both pretty lit up and neither of us thought it prudent to drive home, the bartender called us a cab to take us home. Since I lived a considerable distance out of town, Kelli invited me to stay the night at her place – she didn’t think it would be a good idea for a single woman in my state to be alone out of town with a strange man (probably a smart move on her part).

Kelli and I had been good friends for a couple years, and I had spent the night at her place before when I didn’t want to drive all the way home, or when I needed to be in the office early for some reason. But we had never engaged in any girl on girl stuff.

Actually, I had never done any lesbian activities at all. I wasn’t opposed to girls with girls – the thought of my being with another woman wasn’t out of the question, and I had seen some attractive and even hot women I may have went to bed with. I guess I considered myself bi-curious. I was willing to give it a try should the opportunity and the right partner come along.

I’m pretty sure Kelli was too. Certain things she’d said in our casual conversations before had raised my eyebrows. And she was certainly attractive enough. Younger than me by a couple years, Kelli was also shorter at 5’3” tall with “dirty blonde” hair, blue eyes, and a petite yet adorable, 32-26-34 figure. I, on the other hand, was 5’6” tall, with black hair and brown eyes and measured 34-26-36.

We made it back to her house with a minimum amount of trouble, and after paying the cab (he was very nice and even gave us back the proper change after we gave him more than what the cab fare was!), he waited until we were both inside before pulling away.

We went into the living room and sat down and relaxed a bit, trying to let our heads clear some. We weren’t incapacitated drunk, but we were certainly feeling no pain. We talked and giggled like a couple schoolgirls chattering at their lockers.

Eventually, the conversation turned to sex and we talked about our past love lives and the boy troubles we’d both had. I found out that Kelli had such a bad experience with her last boyfriend, she swore off men altogether and became a lesbian. After hearing her horrible story, I felt kind of bad telling her about how Aiden and I had come to break up, but she didn’t seem to mind hearing about it.

“Oh, it’s okay honey, it was a long time ago and I am doing a lot better now,” she said, laying a hand on my thigh as we sat there. I felt a strange tingling feeling in my pussy as we sat there on the sofa. She didn’t remove her hand right away, and I didn’t feel uncomfortable about it.

She looked at me and I saw her eyes darting back and forth, as if seeking permission for something. I wasn’t sure what the next move should be ... I wanted her to keep going, but I didn’t know how to approach her on this. She was very attractive and I definitely felt the electricity between us...

Kelli must have sensed my trepidation. “Jen, can I tell you something without you freaking out too much?” she asked.

“Um ... yeah I guess so,” I said, looking at her cautiously.

“Well ... damn how do I say this ... okay I’m just going to say it. Jennifer, I am attracted to you. I mean sexually. You may not feel the same way about me and I understand, but I just wanted to tell you that you turn me on something fierce. Maybe it’s the liquor talking, or maybe this just needed to be said, but now it’s out there,” she admitted, taking a deep breath and waiting for a reply.

Kelli’s confession took my breath away. She was my friend, but she was also my employee. Admitting to your boss that you have sexual feelings for them is never a good idea and it took a lot of courage for her to openly admit it. Now I had to figure out what to do with that information.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t share her feelings, if not necessarily to the same degree. She was a lesbian, she had already admitted that to me and others in the office knew of her sexual preferences as well.

However, I had never had sex with a woman. Hell, I hadn’t even had that much experience with men ... I had only had a couple boyfriends before Aiden and I hadn’t had anyone since then. How was I supposed to handle this information?

As I mulled over this news, I must have looked pretty bewildered because after a minute or so, Kelli spoke again.

“Jen, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I understand. Being a lesbian isn’t for everyone. I just thought you should know how I felt,” she said. “We are friends, after all, and I don’t want anything to change that.”

“Oh Kelli, dear, we are friends, this won’t change that one bit. I am glad you told me ... I hope we can always be open and honest with one another,” I told her. With that I held out my arms to her and we hugged each other tightly.

As I held her, I felt her warmth and I smelled her sweet scent, even through the odor of smoke she’d picked up at the club and the alcohol we both had imbibed in, she still smelled very good. My pussy tingled once again, and I felt my heart speed up.

“I guess we should probably get some sleep,” she said, and we both headed back down the hallway to the bedroom.

I took off my clothes, hanging my dress on the clothes hanger Kelli gave me and then hanging that on a hook behind the bedroom door. I put my CFM heels on the floor next to the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I watched her undress, removing her clothes with methodical slowness. Looking back on it now I can see she wasn’t just getting ready for bed ... Kelli was teasing me, tempting me into action. And it worked flawlessly too!

It was hot that July night and being without my regular nightclothes, I decided to sleep in nothing but my panties. Kelli regularly slept like that, explaining that her air conditioning wasn’t working even though she had nagged the super to get it fixed countless times.

We weren’t exactly shy – we were both adults and we had even been clothes shopping together before. So it shouldn’t have felt any different, but this time it did.

I don’t know whether it was the excessive alcohol we had consumed or the fact that she had just confessed being sexually attracted to me, but I suddenly found myself getting turned on watching her undress. My panties moistened with my juices as I watched this woman getting undressed.

When she was finished getting undressed, we climbed into bed. It was only a full size bed, considerably smaller than my king size bed, but there was enough room and we made do. We lay there so close to each other I could feel the heat of her skin on my skin. And when she spoke, I could feel her warm moist breath blow gently across my face.

We began talking about sex again. Kelli and I did this quite a lot. Sex was our favorite subject! And because we were tipsy, we were going into great detail! The talk began getting hotter and hotter as we spoke about our sex lives – or lack of one, in my case. Listening to her adventures though, I was about to burst into flames...

Kelli was saying how she’d never had a proper orgasm, that aside from his abusiveness and other problems, her old boyfriend had trouble getting hard, and whenever he was hard, he never lasted very long. I couldn’t help thinking that I’d love to make her cum, and I’d enjoy it too!

“Thank goodness for vibrators, or I’d never have any fun!” she exclaimed. I giggled at her remark.

“Can I see it?” I asked, because I didn’t have one and she swore by hers. I wanted to see what made her cum.

“In my top drawer,” she said, pointing to her nightstand. I pulled out an 8 inch pink jelly vibrator. I looked at her and laughed. She was lying on her back, and I was on my side looking at her.

I looked at the device, studying it. I felt the smooth texture and the sponginess of its “flesh”. I had seen girls using these in videos and know that they seemed to enjoy them. I turned on the plastic cock and it shook in my hand with its powerful vibrations.

My pussy began to get so wet, just thinking that she had used this to bring herself to orgasm. I looked at her, my heart racing and my breath getting short as a warmth flushed my skin ... pussy juice wetting my panties.

I slowly pulled back the covers, giving her enough time to resist. She did not, looking at me playfully and biting her lip instead. I put the buzzing vibrator against her panty clad mound.

“What are you doing, Jen?” she asked softly, her voice husky and her eyes dark with lust.

“I want to make you cum. Please let me make you cum,” I replied. Kelli smiled and opened her legs to me.

As I held the vibrator against Kelli’s sweet damp cunt, I ravished her mouth with my own. Sucking her tongue into my mouth, and nibbling on her bottom lip, she responded to my kiss just as urgently ... and just as desperately.

“Ohh Jen...” she moaned loudly, “I’ve wanted you for so long...” I rolled up on top of her straddling her hips, her pussy grinding against mine, with only the thinnest of material between us. The vibrator was pushed to the side of the bed, still buzzing madly.

My hand moved down her body of its own volition. I began rolling one of her hard stiff nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She had wonderful tits, young firm and perky. They were a little smaller than mine, she had a C cup while I had D cup breasts, but they were still beautiful.