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A Sequel to Same Time, Next Year
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A Sequel to Same Time, Next Year For those who remember the old movie, here's a modern remake . . .: Early Saturday morning and Connie was lying in bed thinking of the weekend ahead. After a few weeks of too much work, too much stress and still getting over her breakup with a man she had to admit she settled on instead of looked forward to, she was looking for a getaway with her best friend Cindy. Cindy told her she needed a girls’ weekend and after putting her off Connie finally found herself without excuse. Cindy was always there for her and was the one woman who could clearly tell her the truth. Of course, Cindy had the ability to put things into an uncomfortable perspective too. Connie always looked at Cindy with a combination of love, respect and also a bit of envy. When they went out for drinks it was always Cindy that the men first looked at, and Connie would be the one that the man introduced to his friend. All her adult life Connie was the woman that every man saw as the steady, comfortable friend that didn’t necessarily get their juices flowing. She made the best dip at the football party, never failed to a on time and was always the first to walk over to a woman who seemed detached emotionally at the party, to see if they were okay. One unfeeling soul once told Connie that she was the girl that many men wished they had gotten to know better but just didn’t get around to it. It made for a lonely adult life at times and opened her up to looking for love because of loneliness, not desire. Settling for flawed personalities. Never feeling totally fulfilled. And sexually bored since her heart was just not fully into it. Cindy understood but she could only do so much to alleviate the heartache. But she was willing to try and she had prepared a few surprises for Connie that weekend. Cindy had booked a hotel suite on the water, beachfront. Two bedrooms and a lot of wine bottles. A sleepy town where they could just relax and party. And some goodies stowed away in her suitcase. On the way up the conversation finally turned to Connie’s breakup, which she had avoided talking to Cindy about. Connie confessed that she had failed to orgasm for quite a long time with her ex-beau and that she felt it was her fault more than his, because she did not feel comfortable telling him what she wanted. It was continuing theme for her, as she had internalized her fantasies fully. Cindy kept quiet and Connie was assuming Cindy was just being a good listener, but Cindy was also thinking about a similar issue. Her reticence to demand what she wanted was a common problem for her too, and she also had kept it to herself. She had a funny feeling during their friendship that Connie was having better sex than she did, but it wasn’t true, and the thought hit her in a way she didn’t expect. She was the successful one, at least on the surface of perception among them, but if she were truly honest with herself she knew something big was missing. She was also having trouble orgasming, but could she share that? Would Connie take that as a sign of weakness? And deep down the thought occurred, ‘what is wrong with me’? As they approached the hotel they changed over the conversation, the probing of conversational depth giving way to the desire to get settled for a quiet weekend. But neither could fully put behind them the conversation they just had. That nagging reminder to find a way to bring it up again if the opportunity presented itself. Check in went smoothly and on the way to the elevator they both noticed a cute guy sitting on a chair, reading a book and sipping a juice drink. But both were in a hurry to get up to the room and change into their bathing suits to catch some sun and some waves and both just filed away their familiar thoughts. The afternoon went on, with the requisite trip to their room to have some wine and eat a bite before getting back to the beach until the sun started coming down behind the hotel. They looked at each other and thought it would be a good idea to head back and relax before catching a dinner. The wine had given them both a light buzz and both looked forward to a shower and another glass of the Chardonnay. On the way back to the room they each noticed the same cute guy in the lobby, ordering a drink at the bar. Connie was surprised he was sitting alone but didn’t make anything of it to Cindy. Back in the room, each took their shower and sat down to refresh their wine glasses and decided to walk to the seafood shack they noticed on the drive in, for some crab cakes and a few other items before heading back to chill out. Back in their room it was back to the wine, as they settled into chairs on the porch, looking out at the ocean and the rapidly filling sky of stars, falling into that quiet stupor so known to both. What Connie didn’t notice was Cindy sending a while they were sipping away. The conversation finally found its’ way back to the sexual issues each were having, as would be expected the more the wine was consumed. Connie confided she had not been able to orgasm unless she took care of herself, and that was weighing on her mind. Cindy again just listened and Connie again took it in stride. On the next porch over their conversation was not going unnoticed, as the cute guy just happened to have the room next to them and could hear everything. Of course, that wasn’t entirely accident, as Cindy had arranged that well in advance, in order to introduce Connie to him. Keeping all that secret was not routine or easy, since she had dated him before but had not gotten far with him. The young man had actually confided to Cindy he found Connie alluring after seeing them together a few weeks ago, and it had been a long time since Cindy had that happen to her. But Cindy quickly realized that she had her own opportunity here and had set this weekend up to try to take advantage of her own fantasy. Patiently waiting for more wine to be consumed and for the right time to pipe up, the young man finally decided to pop his head up and send a greeting to the two of them. Cindy kept her reaction calm but Connie reacting with a start, as she felt her confession was private. The young man smiled at her and said that everyone goes through dry spells and mismatches and he was experienced in both. He then offered to talk further about his experience and was invited to join them on the porch. The wine bottle tally was adding up and at some point Cindy snuck away to give the guy a chance to interact with Connie, slowly but surely finding his way into her conscience. Connie started losing track of time and finally they followed that old mating pattern of slowly decreasing the distance between them. Even Cindy’s disappearance left Connie’s mind as she felt her resistance sliding away. Never did it occur to her this was anything but a chance encounter with a cute guy. Connie quietly thanked Cindy in her mind for the separate bedrooms and she noticed Cindy’s bedroom door was closed. Here was a chance to try something different, under no illusion of expectation. And she led the stranger into her bedroom the hand, as she felt the intensity in his eyes. Anticipation building in a way that hadn’t in a long time, even feeling a hardening nipple, a sensation she had forgotten could happen. Both strained to get their clothes off and each floundered a little with what to do first. Neither was the type to just jump in but urge trumped thought and before long they had dispensed with the usual prelude and were engaged in a missionary passion. Connie felt something long lacking, and then something astounding . . a building wall of feeling as she came just seconds later. It had never happened that way for her before and she was at a loss to understand why. She thought she was starting to say something, but her brain wasn’t registering. It wasn’t her. Cindy had quietly slipped into the room and had softly whispered the words ‘Just Relax’ in her ear. Somehow Connie had focused so much on her own pleasure she had shut out all that was around her. And it finally hit Connie. Her sexual happiness wasn’t bound to a relationship. That would have been great but it wasn’t necessary. It was just about accepting pleasure. And then she focused on Cindy and was surprised to see her and the young man also kissing on the bed and then made a discovery she never expected. In Cindy’s hands were rope and a<b> vibrator </font></b>and tied around her waist was a strapon. She’d never even considered that Cindy was ever into that and it was a bit of a surprise. And when she turned over she noticed there was a second strapon, which Cindy told her was for her. Cindy looked at her and said quite softly “I’ve been thinking about this for a while and just didn’t want to think any longer’. I’ve been suppressing my fantasies for too long and it’s time to let them out. Maybe this will be the first and only time we can do this but at least I’ll know for real. This is Larry, I met him a while ago and we had a few dates but he wanted to hook up with you and we planned this weekend to enjoy as much as we could.” Cindy admitted she’d been fantasizing about a threesome with Connie but didn’t have anyone to propose it with until she had met Larry. She also mentioned that she wanted both a domme/sub experience and felt safe if it was with friends she knew. Cindy couldn’t come out and just ask as she feared rejection. Connie thought a minute and said to Cindy “I haven’t thought that way before but now that I am here I can’t tell you how exciting this sounds to me”. Larry piped in with his own feelings. How he wanted to experience some things himself, watching two women get it on, and also participating in in a domme/sub switch. They all looked at each other and realized they were in for a heck of a night. It all merged together in their memories. Passion was purely physical and their minds fully relaxed, understanding they were going places where no judgments were going to be made. It wasn’t even a contest in who came the most. And afterwards they all swore to do it again the same weekend next year . . to give themselves time to think of something else they wanted to try. |
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10/31/2019 2:08 pm |
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