I drifted from a pleasant dream to find Joan’s lips softly sucking my erect nipple, her tongue stroking it. It was so pleasant I lay still, half awake.

Joan, a very good friend, was visiting me. We’d gone to sleep in just our panties with a warm breeze blowing in the open window. I faintly remember her moving into my arms and resting her head on my breast as a thunderstorm boomed outside. I’d quickly gone back to sleep.

Now she gently sucked my nipple, and I became aroused. We’d always been close, but beyond an affectionate kiss, nothing physical had ever occurred between us. I slid my hand under my panties and into my wet pussy to slowly stroke my hardening clit. It felt so good. I didn’t realize Joan could see my reaction in the dim light coming through the window. She took my hand, brought it to her lips and licked my pussy juice from my fingers.

Joan's fingers moved to my lips, and I smelled her womanly scent on them. She slipped them into my mouth and I tasted her juices. It was so natural to slip a hand down her warm body and, by stretching a bit, ease my fingers into her wet pussy. She was hot and slick, and as I stroked her, I found her erect clitoris and gently rubbed it.

Joan wiggled upward and kissed me. Her hand found my clitoris and a finger ran up and down its length, then burrowed inside me. Dreamily we slowly stroked each other to climax. Spent, I stroked her hair till we drifted off to sleep.

At breakfast, Joan kissed me and said softly, “Thank you for last night.” I smiled. It had seemed like a wonderful dream.

Not much later, Joan was in the shower and I slipped into the stall with her. We kissed. I soaped her body, so lovely and compact. It was so sensuous to feel her wet flesh against mine. Our bodies squirmed and pressed together. Soapy fingers slid into secret places, probing, exploring.

Squeaky-clean and still damp, we fell into bed together. Neither of us had ever made love to a woman before, and we licked, kissed, laughed and moaned as each brought joy to the other. We got out of bed only for food. We climaxed endless times, reveling in the giving and receiving of pleasure. When Joan left, we tearfully regretted the years we’d wasted by not making love sooner. We vowed to make up for lost time at every opportunity. I’m so happy.