It Doesn’t Get Better Than This

First of all, I want to thank you all for your comments on my last entry.  There’s no way I could respond to all of them, but I appreciate each and every one equally.  On to the good stuff!

I seriously need to stop waiting so long between updates.  It’s just so much harder to sit down and write a full entry these days.  Being single sure takes up a lot of time!  I’ve been travelling a lot lately, too.  I’ve been in Dallas, Pittsburgh, and, of course, Nashville.  In fact, that brings me to the point of my entry.  I won’t bore you with the mundane details of my life.  I’ll get right to it.  I am officially sleeping with my best friend and her husband.  Together.  Yep.  You read that right.  Want the scoop?  I figured so!

As you may remember, Tammy and I have always been flirtacious with each other.  On the night of my birthday bash in Nashville back in February, we ended up sleeping together in the hotel room.  You can read the entry here.  There hasn’t been a drop of weirdness between us since, yet, although we’ve spent more time together than we did when I lived there, we’ve been on no other lesbian adventures.  Until two weekends ago.

Let me set the scene.  I came into Nashville to celebrate Rhett becoming a nine to five working man again.  The entire gang from Graham got together for a night out on the town.  Tammy, James, Dava, Rhett, Terry, Katt, Roger… we were all there.  We spent the majority of the night at Red Iguana, which is where Roger, Katt, and Terry now play.  We were on stage all night performing all our old skits, and the crowd was eating it up.  Roger put the group on a free tab at the bar, so needless to say, we were all drinking without limits.

I’ve recently discovered that Red Bull hits me hard and makes me very energetic and hyper.  I was up to my old vulgar, obscene, and rowdy tricks.  I made several advances toward Tammy in front of all our friends.  I caught myself (well, actually, she caught me) looking at her breasts several times.  I could tell that she was getting just as much of a kick out of my behavior as I was.  As the night progressed, I continued to drink and become more loud and forthcoming with my intentions. 

Around 11pm (which is way too early for me to be as drunk as I was), we all decided to move the party to Graham.  I honestly don’t remember walking through the front door.  We sobered up a little in the freezing rain on the roof while listening to our boys in Savannah Jack.  Upon deciding that it was entirely too cold to listen to the band, we headed back down to the karaoke room.  I was hammered, Tammy was spent, and we decided to call it an early night.  I argued a bit by asking Tammy, "Well, if we go home now, can we at least have sex?"  She laughed and answered with a sarcastic yes.  Truth is though, we had already had so much fun, that the night couldn’t possibly get any better.  Or, so I thought.

Tammy, of course, lives about forty-five minutes north of the city.  She drove my car, and I sobered up quite a bit on the ride home.  We chattered incessantly about the events of the night and why nothing else had happened between us since my birthday — three months ago.  I sleep in her’s and Jeremy’s bed with them when I stay the night, and we discussed the repercussions of my advances toward her with him lying right next to us.  She didn’t seem to think he would take that too well.

After chowing down on some crackers and spinach dip, brushing our teeth, and slipping into some slinky negligee, Tammy and I climbed into the bed with Jeremy.  Did I mention that I sleep in the middle?  Tammy laid on her back, I rolled toward her with one arm and one leg draped over her, and Jeremy squeezed up behind me, reaching across my body to place his hand on hers.  Apparently, I momentarily lost control of my own hand, letting it slip down between her legs.  Jeremy, of course, immediately realized what I was doing, and Tammy never tried to fight it.  For about ten minutes, I licked and sucked and played while Jeremy inched away to the edge of the bed.  Tammy said there was a look of terror in his eyes.  Fear that she would kill him if he tried to participate.  She let him suffer a few minutes longer before giving him that knowing glance that he could join in.

I’m really not sure how long we indulged ourselves, but we talked dirty, pulled hair, groaned, and fucked for what seemed like an eternity.  Tammy and I, of course, came first, but when Jeremy finally let go, he made a noise that Tammy said she had never heard him make.  In fact, I don’t think I’ve heard any man let out a passionate sound of ecstasy like that!  And I can’t describe to you how good it feels to have two mouths on you at one time.  The fact that it was two people that I’ve known for so long and been so close to for many years makes it all that more fulfilling.  It really doesn’t get any better than this.

Once we had reached our peak of satisfaction, we pretty much collapsed into a sweaty heap.  We laid in the dark giggling and in awe of what had just happened (without any prior planning) until we finally passed out from sheer exhaustion.  Once again, there has been absolutely no awkwardness between any of us.  In fact, Tammy and Jeremy are having sex like they’ve never had before!  Tammy and I continue to have our daily lunch break and after work phone conversations (which are normal until one of us makes a dirty comment that gets the other all hot and bothered).  We’ve even emailed each other some of our most dirty, raunchy pictures — all new of course!

We’ve had many discussions about how exciting this summer can be.  This Friday, I will be leaving work at 5pm and should be at Tammy’s around 7pm.  Jeremy’s cooking dinner, and we have a repeat performance planned with the addition of their monstrous jacuzzi tub and perhaps a strip tease by none other than me.  We’ve all literally been counting down the days.  On Saturday, the gang is getting together again for a night at Red Iguana.  Some of my new friends are driving up from Chattanooga to partake in some Nashville fun, and we’re all staying at a hotel in the area.  Jeremy has to work early the next morning, so he won’t be able to stay out, but Tammy and I were sure to book a private room — one bed.

We’ve already made plans together for the next month.  I won’t let you guys down on the juicy updates!

Cheers,
Felina Naranja