Loving Lacey: A Futanari Erotica Story
Lacey and Wendy have been best friends for their entire lives, and they’ve shared just about everything with each other. Everything except for one thing, that is: Lacey has never dared tell Wendy that she has a little something extra downstairs, and that she’s been having some very explicit dreams lately… Dreams about Wendy! More
Lacey and Wendy have been best friends for their entire lives, and they’ve shared just about everything with each other. Everything except for one thing, that is: Lacey has never dared tell Wendy that she has a little something extra downstairs, and that she’s been having some very explicit dreams lately… Dreams about Wendy! When things get hot and heavy after a pitcher of margaritas, Lacey is shocked when Wendy decides to make a move… But will she be able to let go of her fears, and accept Wendy’s advances?
Warning: This 8,600-word story contains graphic descriptions of sex between a futanari woman and her open-minded best friend. It is intended for mature audiences only.
“How long have you known?” I asked. Her face had started to lose a little of its blush as she talked.
“Since that year we were at summer camp, and we went on that overnight hike. I couldn’t sleep, and in the middle of the night I saw you get up to go pee… You didn’t squat down like the other girls, you stood like the boys. After that, a lot of other things made sense. Why you never came to my pool parties, or how you never seemed interested in dating.
“Even in high school, when you got out of taking any gym class with a doctor’s note. You said it was a medical condition that you had. Everyone thought you had scoliosis, or there was something wrong with your heart. But I knew. I knew the truth.”
“Did you tell anyone?” I asked. My voice had a harder edge to it than I had anticipated, and I saw Wendy wince at my tone.
“No. Never. I swear,” she said, eyes wide.
“Well… Thank you,” I said quietly.
Wendy turned away from me, and I could hear her begin to sniffle.
“I don’t want this to come between us,” Wendy said. “We’ve been such good friends for so long, we shared everything. Well, just about everything… And last year, when I was at college, not having you there… It sucked, Lacey. It really fucking sucked. I missed you.” When she turned back to face me I could see that she had tears in her eyes.
“I don’t care about what you have… Down there,” Wendy said softly. I kept my eyes fixed on my hands, big blurry blobs through the tears pooling in my eyes. “Because I love you.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and I suddenly realized that there were tears in my eyes. “But…” I said, and Wendy put her hand under my chin, tilting me up so that I was facing her.
“That doesn’t matter, Lacey,” she said quietly. “I love you. That’s what’s important. I love the person that you are. I love the way you laugh, the way you cry, the funny way your nose wrinkles when you laugh… I love you.”
She leaned in again and kissed me, and this time I didn’t pull away. The touch of her lips on mine was soft, and the warm wetness of her tongue slid between my lips, gently parting them. I felt my cock begin to stiffen despite myself, and Wendy’s hand rested on my thigh near it as she steadied herself.
“I love you,” Wendy repeated again. “And I want to make love to you.”
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