I had gone to visit my parents for a couple of days when I got a call from Janet. It was with Janet that I’d had my first sexual experience with a woman, when we were both barely in our early twenties. We hadn’t spoken in years, and her call caught me by surprise. She invited me over to her house the following evening to catch up.

We’d never been close friends; she was the older sister of a dear friend of mine, and apart from that wonderful moment at the limestone quarry, I hadn’t even spent much time with her. But she seemed to genuinely want to talk, so I told her I’d come.

The next afternoon, I returned to the old limestone quarry and did some nude sunbathing. As I lay in the sun, my thoughts drifted back to that day, and I found my hand slowly massaging my clit. Those memories mixed with the hot sun and the motions of my finger brought me to a quick but amazing orgasm. I swam in the cold, crystal-clear water and soaked up some more sun.

I drove to Janet’s house, not really knowing what to expect. Janet had gotten married a few years after our experience, and my mother had told me she had a couple of young children. When Janet opened the door, we silently stared at each other for a moment before talking and hugging. Janet had filled out a bit but wasn’t overweight. The pregnancies had left her with very large breasts, but she was beautiful—still very attractive. We complimented each other on how “fantastic we looked” and went to the living room.

Janet poured us some wine and told me her husband Joe had gone to Indianapolis for business and would be gone all night. We chatted awhile until her two daughters caught up with us, full of questions and energy. But it was bedtime, so we put them to bed and returned to our wine. As the wine took effect, we began talking about more serious things. She and Joe had been going through rough patches; she suspected he was seeing another woman. She told me she’d never had sex with anyone besides him, paused, and then added: “And you, Renee.”

I told her how I’d gone back to the quarry that afternoon and thought about us. After another glass of wine, Janet said: “Renee, I want to get more comfortable. I’m going to put a robe on; do you want to do the same?” I agreed, so we went to her bedroom.

When I saw the lit candles, I realized she’d planned how the evening would go. We started undressing; Janet came to help me, and I ended up assisting her in turn. When I unhooked her bra, I saw how much her breasts had grown. They sagged just slightly, her nipples erect and surrounded by large, dark areolas. As I took off my shorts, Janet was surprised by my waxed pussy. Her cunt was covered by a thick bush of dark pubic hair.

When we were nude, she led me to the bed and we lay down. We kissed and embraced like lovers long separated. As she kissed me, she told me how lonely she felt and that she hadn’t made love in so long. While I lay on my back, she climbed on top. Kissing my lips and neck, I caressed her breasts and massaged the nipples between my fingers. She rocked her hips, grinding our pussies together, then took one of my nipples into her mouth, sucking and circling it with her tongue until it hardened.

When she ran her hand over my cunt, I was already soaking wet. She slid a finger up and down my slit, lingering on my clit a bit, then moved lower and pushed into my vagina. She kept kissing my body as she worked her way down. She stopped using her finger once her lips reached my pubis. She kissed the sides of my pussy, dragging her tongue over me; I was getting wetter still. Finally, she opened me up and lightly grazed my clit with the tip of her tongue.

Ah! It was like an electric shock. I think I nearly had a mini-orgasm just from that touch. Janet was surprised by my gold ring and tugged on it, sending an incredible shiver through my body. Then she sucked my clit into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. I couldn’t believe how intense it felt. I thought she’d be completely out of practice—I was dead wrong.

As she sucked my clit, she had one finger sliding in and out of my vagina; then she added a second. It was all so amazing. Then I felt pressure on my asshole and realized she was inserting a finger there. I’ve never wanted anything big in my ass, but a finger moving in sync with one in my pussy while being eaten drives me wild—and that’s exactly what Janet was doing. She alternated between circling my clit with her tongue, rubbing it up and down, sucking it into her mouth, and swirling around it.

I squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. I was getting close to an incredible orgasm. When I was nearly there, I grabbed her head and held it against my pussy, and she latched onto my clit even harder. With her fingers working inside me, I exploded; my stomach muscles clenched, my vaginal walls squeezed her finger, and my asshole tightened. It was so intense. I moaned and screamed her name. I could barely catch my breath. Janet kept licking my clit, and I kept having little aftershock orgasms.

She kissed her way back up my body, and we made out. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth and felt her respond. It took me a while to recover, but when I did, I started kissing those huge breasts. I kissed and sucked her nipple, then tried to take her whole breast in my mouth. I kissed and massaged her breasts for quite a while before moving lower, kissing her stomach.

I kissed along the top of her pubic hair, and she took a deep breath. I let my tongue trail down to the top of her slit and found her hard clit waiting for me. Pinching her outer lips between thumb and finger, I opened her up. I licked the sides of her pussy and sucked on her inner lips. She bucked her hips; she was going to come in no time flat.

I licked and sucked her clit while sliding two fingers inside her vagina. Janet raised her hips, slamming her cunt against my face. I drove my fingers deeper and licked her clit even harder. When she started coming, she screamed. I worried she might wake the girls, but she soon quieted. She kept cumming and cumming; I was jealous because I wish my orgasms lasted that long. I felt her vaginal walls contracting against my fingers and kept licking her until her breathing steadied.

We cuddled for a long time without speaking. Janet wanted me to stay the night, but waking up there would’ve felt weird. Plus, as incredible as it was, I thought more might be tempting fate. So we had another glass of wine, and I returned to my parents’ house. I don’t know if we’ll see each other again, but it was certainly a magnificent evening.