Your best friend invited you over for dinner with her girl friend.  They had only been dating for a few months and although she took some of her attentions away from you, you were happy for her.  You agreed to dinner as long as you could bring the wine.   It was a great night full of laughter, good food and drinks.   You commented on some of the pottery around her house you had not noticed before.  

They pick up their glasses and guide you down to the spare room.  It was no longer a bedroom but an art room full of paintings and pottery.  “Oh god tell me you don’t play the ghost soundtrack when you are both in here.” You all burst out laughing but you did feel a bit jealous of them.  Her girlfriend tells you that you should try and the conversation goes to your lack of artistic ability.  

The next thing you feel is your friend turning you toward her.  She starts to unbutton your blouse as her girl is putting up her hair and pulling old men’s dress shirts off the wall.   “We don’t want to ruin your good clothes so we use these” she smile.  You know better.  You can feel that old familiar touch on your skin as you are undressed and the shirt is slipped on you.  They both do the same and you watch them kiss.  Your body aches watching them and her girlfriend see it in you.  She sets up the clay as you sit down looking up at them.  Their hands work with yours to get everything wet, rotating, moving in your hands.  

Then her lover kisses you directly over you and you see her bite her lip.  As they kiss your best friends hands move down your shoulders and into the open shirt to massage your breasts.  They peak immediately as your eyes close.  Her hands on you, oh how you missed them.  Her hands caressing you as her girlfriend moves the kiss down to your open mouth.  Her tongue slips in and she sucks your kiss into hers.  They touch and kiss you in every way as that wet sticky clay clings to your body.   Then you feel her friend pull away.  “I’m going to go start the shower, the clean up is just as enjoyable.”