Finding a new roommate on short notice was as stressful as hell. When Janice suddenly decided she couldn’t stand living in the city anymore and was moving back to whatever small town she’d come from, I was instantly under the gun. As a waitress, I couldn’t cover the rent on my two-bedroom place. I needed to find someone to help me with expenses — fast.

Janice had been problematic from the start. She left messes everywhere, and she played her music too loud. Even with my back to the wall, I didn’t want someone like that in the apartment again. I needed a person I could reside with peacefully and compatibly.

I asked around my circle of friends, but everybody who I knew I would pair up with nicely already had their living situations sorted out. I only had a week to find someone, but I was still determined to trade up, roommate-wise.

I took to social media and started searching through more distant acquaintances. It got dicey real quick. A couple of guys made inappropriate offers. They’d come live with me — as long as there would be “benefits.” I decided right then I would only consider women for roommates.

But for various reasons so many of the girls were no good either. Usually their social media profiles showed me that we would ultimately never get along. I wanted to live in a stress-free environment. Was that so much to ask for? I worked my ass off at the restaurant. To come home to a serene living space seemed a reasonable reward.

In the midst of that crazy scramble I got a call out of the blue from my past. Felicity. Jeez, I hadn’t heard from her in ages!

“Wow,” I told her, “you sure picked an interesting time to get back in touch!”

But I was delighted to be talking to my old friend again. We had worked together and been very tight chums. I was heartbroken when she’d taken a restaurant manager’s job in another city.

“Hannah, I’m actually visiting my folks, so I’m in town. Want to grab a drink tonight?”

God I did, but I had so much to do. Still, it was Felicity. I’d hate myself if I didn’t get to see her.

“Hell yeah,” I said, and we arranged a time and place.

When we met that night, we hugged each other so hard my back popped. All day I had been basking in memories of our friendship. But at that moment they came at me in a flood — including, of course, that one special night when the two of us had hooked up. I cherished that encounter. It had occurred right after she’d accepted the job in that other city.

We had initially been comforting each other. I remembered stroking her hair as we talked about how much we’d miss one another. I can’t recall who kissed who first, but when our lips touched it was like a flash fire. We made out like mad, tongues tangling wildly until finally we were consumed by the heat of the moment and took it all the way. The memory of her body, the feel of her hands, her skin — those most cherished recollections stayed with me, satisfyingly seared into my mind forever.

But back to our reunion. After settling at a table in a quiet corner of the bar, we ordered wine.

“How’s your life going?” I asked.

She gave me a wan look and told me, “Not so hot.”

Felicity explained the manager’s post was rough. She was working three times as hard as when she’d waited tables. The stress was unreal, and the salary wasn’t even all that great. Overall, she was simply burning out.

“So,” she finished, “I thought I’d come out, see my folks and take a break. I’d really hoped to see you, too.” She reached across the table and took my hand, sending a tingle through me. “How’re things with you, Hannah?”

I told her my own tale of woe, how I was pulling my hair out trying to find a new roommate. It felt good to air my troubles, even if it didn’t get me any closer to solving them.

“You’re still living in the same apartment?” Felicity asked.

“Yes, I’m still there.” Our glasses were almost empty. “Um, you want to come over? I’ve got a bottle of cabernet I could uncork.” I felt a tingling thrill, which mixed with memories of this lovely woman who’d been my dear friend and onetime lover.

“I’d like that.” Her voice was suddenly husky, and her eyes glittered.

We hurried back to my place. Janice had already moved out — and good riddance. I opened the wine, and Felicity and I settled on the couch in the living room.

“To old friends,” she said, and we clinked glasses. She was sitting very close to me.

Heat rose into my cheeks. I’d been with other women — and men — but Felicity held a distinct place in my sexual history. I’d never been so close to a person before going to bed with them.

“Say,” she uttered in that same husky tone, “isn’t this the same couch where we — you know.”

A hopeful smile stretched my lips. It was indeed where we’d fooled around.

“That was some crazy night, huh?” I said to her.

“The best kind of crazy.” Her mischievous smile became a grin. She set down her glass, and I did the same.

But we froze there for a moment. She was just passing through. Would it be more years before she showed up again? I had been hurt by her last departure.

Even so, the sexual tension between us had become overwhelming, and we moved even closer. Her arm went around me, and my fingers trailed down her soft cheek. The kiss seemed to happen mutually.

Her lips were exactly as I remembered, soft and luscious. They parted, and our tongues touched. We kissed deeper and deeper. She was in my arms, and I was in hers. Heat bloomed through me, and my nipples stood up, fiercely erect. My pussy was streaming with excitement.

We groped each other, and the swells of her breasts were firm and high. I caught her stiff nip through the fabric of her top and squeezed it. She moaned wantonly into my mouth and, repaying the favor, pinched me, tweaking my nipple just right. Pleasure coursed inside me, and my heart raced, carrying that growing joy to all parts of my being.

I was just beginning to think it was stupid that we still had our clothes on when my friend seemed to also arrive at the very same conclusion. She peeled off my top, and I got hers off of her, baring those gorgeous tits. I couldn’t help but suck on them, batting one hard nip with my tongue and grazing the other with my teeth.

She fairly tore my jeans off me, flinging my panties over her shoulder. I wasted no time shucking hers, so we were finally both naked. It occurred to me that my bedroom was mere feet away. But the couch was where we’d fucked before. It felt appropriate we stay there, especially since we might never get a chance to be together again.

I didn’t let that thought dampen my spirits. I remained in the moment, and the moment was so fucking hot I almost couldn’t believe it. We lay facing each other, bodies pressed together. I ran my hands all over her, cupping her naked breasts and squeezing her sweet ass.

Her hands roamed freely over my body as well. She reached between my legs and trailed a fingertip up the slick groove of my pussy. I shivered and clung to her, like a shipwreck victim holding on to a floating timber.

She put her finger inside me, wriggling it. I whimpered at the intensity of the sensation. She fingered me even deeper, and then added another digit. When she teased my throbbing clit, I bucked against her. I bit my lip, but my ecstatic cry still escaped as orgasmic bliss streamed freely through my body.

I was only too glad to reciprocate. I slipped my hand between her silken thighs and skimmed a finger along her wet cleft. She was so slick, so smooth. Eagerly I dipped the finger within, loving the warmth and wetness I found.

She wriggled under my touch. I put a second finger into her and then zeroed in on her needy clitoris. She jammed her face against my throat and groaned with pleasure. I fingered her harder, working her good. I loved that I could bring my friend such elation.

She was writhing wildly, and I could almost see the climax hit her, like it was a visible force. Her back arched, and she cried out, collapsing against me.

But I wasn’t through. I removed my fingers but slid my middle digit past her pussy and into the valley between her ass cheeks. I brushed my slippery fingertip over the crinkly ring of her asshole.

“Yeah, babe!” she gasped. “Finger me there!”

I did like she wanted. My juice-slickened digit gently penetrated her sensitive back hole. I only wiggled it in up to the first knuckle, but that was enough to send her into a fit of sexual exhilaration.

Once again, she let loose a satisfied cry before her shivering body went limp. Panting, she said, “Damn that was good. I’ve got to taste you, Hannah.”

I felt the same urgent need to sample her. Fortunately, there was a simple solution. We deftly rearranged ourselves into a 69 position. I was on top, gazing rapturously down at the gleaming lips of my lover’s pussy.

Felicity immediately started licking me from below. The contact of her tongue was like an electric jolt. As she slid up into me, I dropped my mouth onto her. My tongue parted her lips, and I tasted the nectar collecting between them. She was as delicious as I remembered, if not more so — a tart, lively flavor that was just so Felicity.

Her hips moved rhythmically on the couch cushions as she humped up against my face. I ate her more ardently, spearing her with my tongue. I sought her clit and gave it the tongue-lashing it deserved.

Meanwhile, she ate me with gusto, and soon I was bucking atop her face, smearing myself gleefully on her mouth. We writhed madly together on the couch, ecstasy rapidly approaching for both of us.

Just before my climax arrived, she seized the globes of my ass and shifted her head. Suddenly, her tongue was wriggling its way into my asshole. The sensation was unimaginably intense, and pleasure roared through me.

My climax was ferocious, and she came along with me, pumping pussy juice onto my tongue. I lapped it up thirstily.

We snuggled in the afterglow. After a time, Felicity said, “If that room’s still available to rent, I’ve been thinking seriously about moving back here.”

I knew I could get her a waitress job at my restaurant. I took her face in my hands and kissed her soundly on the mouth. And I thought how lucky it was that she’d showed up again in my life at such a crucial time.