
I was anxious as hell on the hot afternoon in dump water Texas, my best friend had been off at summer camp. Ok, it was the county jail she was at for the whole summer. I always referred to it as summer camp in my letters to her. And we always kind of laughed it off like that while we were separated. It sucked she had to spend the summer before her senior year in high school in jail for possession of a joint. But this was a small town in Texas. Not California with there medical marijuana laws and stuff.
We had been getting into trouble like that together since we were young girls. This time though she surprised me by taking the total rap when we had been caught smoking joint by the Deputy Goober of the local law enforcement. It was like a bad dream when I saw her in handcuffs and put into the back of the police car. Taken away and me standing there helpless not knowing when I would see my friend again.
The long summer was over and she was due to be back home anytime now from what her last letter said. It was already 2:30 pm and if I don’t here from her soon I thought I would go crazy. I remembered us first sneaking cigarettes from her mothers purse when we were 10. Even though we got busted by my father and grounded for too weeks and telling me I would never play with Sandra any more. We still found a way to get together. We were in the same grade in school and eventually I think my parents gave up trying to keep us apart.
With nothing else to do, I flopped down on the couch. Grabbing the TV remote I surfed through the limited channels with out finding much of anything of interest. Being the last place on earth so remote we didn’t have any cable access, and my Dad being way too cheap to spring for a satellite dish I had to make do with the boring local stations. After flipping through all the channels 3 times I figured I just listen to the local news drone away. Just before I slipped off into an unplanned afternoon nap, I noticed there was an outside female reporter that had a striking resemblance to Sandra.
As I slept I kept seeing visions of Sandra’s face in front of me. It would be there in front of me for only a moment and then it would disappear. I tried to find her again but could only hear her calling out my name and I would yell back for her as loud as I could. Each time her face would appear before me I would take notice and try to memories a different feature on her face. So afraid I would not be able to find her again and it would be the last time I ever see her.
The first time I saw her I looked closely at the flowing brown
hair that encircled her face so beautifully. I kept it firmly in the front of my mind every second until I saw her again. The next time I noticed with earnest concentration the penetrating green eyes. I could never look at those eyes and tell her a lie feeling her look strait through me and see my every thought. When she finally came into my site again I narrowed all my focus on her wide set, soft, warm looking lips. She wasn’t smiling but her mouth full upper lip gave me a sensual thrill up and down my body. I fantasized about what how smooth and warm they must feel, I even imagined what they may taste like.
I didn’t see her again after that and I yelled out her name over and over again for a long time until I heard her faintly calling out my name. “Sandra”, I yelled at the top of my lungs until I heard her calling out through the white fog, “Carla”. Back and forth we called for each other, each time her voice was drawing closer.
“Carla”.
Awakened from my light cat nap by a warm hand on my arm I heard my name being called softly and clearly. Jerking my eyes wide open I looked directly at Sandra’s breathtakingly flawlessly lovely face. Colliding into each others arms we hugged each other tightly. I could actually feel the warmth of her body as it proved to me I wasn’t dreaming anymore. I was awake and Sandra was back home again. I didn’t want to let her go.
Pulling away from the warm embraces before I was ready, I looked back up and Sandra. “I missed you,” was all I could say. I heard myself barley squeaking out the words because I was still to afraid to breath from the fear I may yet wake up. She understood me though. “I missed you too.” I heard her say as I watched her mouth as it moved to form the words as closely as I had in the dream. As I did the sensual feeling came over me as it had in my dream. Looking up into her green eyes I felt a thrilling fear that she could perceive my secret sexual sensation.
Neither of us said a word just looked at each other. Sure it was only my imagination, her face came closer. The closer it came the more attractive her face became. When I felt her warm, soft lips kiss press full on my own. I was elated to know it wasn’t my imagination. It wasn’t the way I fantasized about what it would be like all those times laying in my bed before I fell asleep. It was better. And It was real. I totally melted into the kiss, savoring every second.
I fond myself holding her tighter the harder Sandra kissed my lips. When I felt her mouth open and her tongue brush across my lips I opened my mouth and offered my tongue to her in return. Soon the kiss became intense. It became hot and wet. The kiss the most beautiful sharing act I could ever conceive. Time seemed to stand still while we kissed. I couldn’t say for sure how long it lasted. I knew though that I could never have lasted long enough for me. It was my first-time kissing anyone like that. Experincing it with my oldest and dearest friend made it that much more special. Then it ended as we looked lovingly at each other after the kiss.
“I can’t wait to show you what I learned this summer while I was in Jail,” Sandra said.
Kissing a Lesbians Dream pt.2
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