Lesbian Longings

I knew my good friend, Mandy, from when we worked together in the same office. When she left her husband, I told her she could stay with my husband and I for a while. I didn’t tell her the real reason why I wanted her to stay at my house, though. I was crazy about Mandy and wanted her as my first lesbian lover. I had my doubts about it actually happening. I loved my husband as well and it would have been too complicated for the quiet life I try to lead. Still, it was good having Mandy around and helping her figure out how to navigate her divorce. Sometimes she walked around in only her short robe, with her gorgeous legs and bare feet at full view, not to mention that I could get a glimpse of her jiggly bosoms underneath her slightly opened robe. Also, since she didn’t realize I wanted her, she didn’t worry about getting naked most of the time, and I saw her three times going into the bathroom completely bare when my husband wasn’t around. I fantasized joining her in that shower, but it never happened. Instead, I would take a shower after her, thinking that she was lathering up her gorgeous, naked body only a little while before. I would see curls of her hair on the soap, and the floral aroma left by her shampoo. I would stand under the water and play with my pussy, and wish I had the courage to tell her how much I wanted to be kiss her mouth and suck her pussy. Maybe someday? Oh my god, I hope so.