Live a little

Maggie figured she was pushing her luck and decided to have some mercy on her friend and eventually withdrew her fingers from Marissa's most intimate of places. Her hand slid back down the bare leg and out from under the skirt, but not before she felt the tremors in her friend's legs. Marissa flopped back into her chair with a light sheen of sweat on her upper lip. She tilted her head back and softly whispered "O Jesus."

Phil leaned over and whispered to Roger.

"We need to find out what is in that cake."

"No kidding," Roger said, watching Marissa sit there and shake.

Eventually the waiter brought the bill and the girls were forced to realize this evening was going to come to an end. Getting up from the table the two couples walked towards the exit with Marissa and Maggie arm in arm. They looked like two drunken friends but Marissa's leg problems had nothing to do with alcohol. Maggie was indeed feeling the effects of the alcohol but also the dizzy realization that she had just been touching another woman for the first time. And not just touching her but practically masturbating her, in a crowded restaurant, in front of their husbands. Maggie also had to worry about carrying her new glass vase that was huge and clearly fragile.

Marissa didn't think her legs were going to work and was leaning on Maggie for support. She was also feeling the alcohol but was more affected by the hunger that ached between her legs. It was Maggie who had caused this mess, and it was Maggie who she secretly wished would take care of that hunger.

The four of them walked out the door of the restaurant and made it as far as the edge of the huge parking lot. Roger was pulling up a video on his phone for Phil to watch and the girls were standing there awkwardly like a couple of teenagers. Now Phil was pulling up a video for Roger to watch after the first video and Maggie rolled her eyes at Marissa.

"I am going to put this thing in the car because it's heavy and I'm afraid I'm going to drop it," Maggie said.

Roger did a hand wave without even looking up from his phone.

Maggie walked towards her car with Marissa still clinging to her arm for support. Her Ford Explorer was about half way down the aisle about 60 feet away from where the men had stopped and were talking. She stopped at the passenger side and unlocked the side rear door. She had to let go of Marissa's arm to put the vase in the car but honestly, she didn't want to. As Maggie fumbled with the vase, trying to get it to stand upright in the back seat, Marissa was trying to think of something to say. She had to say something before they went their separate ways for the night. Marissa saw the vase keep tipping over and thought of an idea to help.

"Why don't you put the seatbelt around it and strap it in that way?"

"That's a good idea; can you give me a hand?" Maggie asked.

Marissa went around to the driver side and opened the back passenger door on the opposite side. She leaned in as far as she could and gently pulled the seatbelt around the glass vase. She was being extra careful with the vase and trying to keep it upright while she was fumbling with the seat belt latch trying to get it to click. She finally had it lined up and pushed but it was hard to make it latch. She gave an extra hard push and heard the click as the seat belt locked and the vase was now secure.

Marissa went to lean back but was immediately stopped short and fell onto the seat again. She tried to back out again but her hair stopped her before she got more than a few inches. Marissa reached up with a hand and tried to figure out the problem. It was dark in the backseat but easy enough to feel the problem. A wave of Marissa's hair had gotten stuck in the seat belt buckle, and Marissa was stuck with it. Marissa could not turn her head enough to see the latch, so she was trying to unbuckle the latch by feel. Compounding the problem, she now realized she had clicked the passenger seat belt into the center seat buckle, which would be extra hard to unbuckle. She was feeling around for the unlock button when a sharp voice made her stop wiggling.

"What the hell?"

Maggie had shut the door on her side and walked around the back of the car to meet Marissa. She was also trying to think of something to say and not screw up the friendship. She noticed the men were still laughing back and forth and pulling up one video after another. She could see Marissa moving around in the back seat and wondered what the holdup was. Maggie walked around to the driver side of the car and stopped dead in her tracks.

Marissa was leaning into the car with her legs wide and her butt sticking up in the air. Her moving around had caused her skirt to ride up just below her ass. The entire backs of her naked legs were now on display. Marissa continued to twist and bounce, but that only made the skirt move higher, completely exposing her lime green panties. They were small, delicate, and very wet in the crotch.

"What the hell are you doing?" Maggie asked in a voice slightly out of breath.

"I'm stuck" Marissa said, "My hair is stuck in the seat belt and I can't unlock the damn thingy"

Maggie walked right up behind her to look over her shoulder and take in the whole situation. She could easily see their husbands through the far window; still talking at the edge of the parking lot. Marissa's hair was definitely stuck in the buckle. Marissa was trapped face down in the backseat of her car. Marissa was virtually helpless, caught with her legs spread, and wet panties showing.

Maggie took one last look around the parking lot. Nobody else was around; and the men were otherwise occupied. Maggie thought about her friend playing with her earlier. The long touches, the nipples, they eye fucking. It was payback time.

Taking a deep breath Maggie moved her hand forward between Marissa's legs and placed it right at the juncture of where all that moisture was coming from.

Marissa froze as she felt a hand touch her in a place where no one except her husband had touched in a very long time. The light touch sent bolts of electricity through her body and made her gasp out loud. Her libido which had started to cool off came roaring back.

"Maggie...what are you doing?" Marissa whispered.

Maggie slowly moved her fingertips under the edge of the panties and gently touched another woman for the first time in her life.

"It's my birthday, so I'm going to live a little," she said softly, and then pushed a finger into Marissa's hot center.

"O fuck" Marissa moaned and dropped her head down onto the seat. Her ass came up on its own as her body sought relief from the tension that had been building all night. Maggie's finger slid in and out so slowly Marissa thought she would lose her mind. Her hips pushed back trying to get them deeper, faster, trying to give her what she needed. Marissa's hands reached out and gripped the seat in front of her, and she gave herself over to the pleasure. In contrast to the rough calloused masculine hands; the soft delicate finger was setting her body on fire. The light touch was not enough for her and she groaned and gasped at the torment being done to her. Maggie added a second finger and the deep throaty growl told her it was more than welcome.

"That is so fucking good" she whimpered.

Maggie was having a fantastic time. It was a huge turn on to be touching another woman like this. So soft and so wet, she had no idea skin could get that hot. Marissa was on fire. Maggie had never noticed or particularly liked the smell part of sex but she had to admit Marissa had a sexy smell. As her fingers sawed in and out her friend seemed to be getting wetter by the second. She wanted to be able to see better and took another look around to be sure the men were still busy. She pulled her fingers out of Marissa's body and out of her panties. Marissa groaned with panic at the thought of Maggie leaving her like this but Maggie wouldn't do that to a friend. Besides, Marissa's body had already confessed its needs.

Grabbing the panties on both sides, Maggie pulled them down as far as they would go in one quick movement. They only went down to Marissa's knees because her legs were spread apart, but it was far enough for Maggie to see everything she wanted to see. Marissa had started to move around in a panic at being exposed this much in the public parking lot. Maggie slapped her friend on the ass hard enough to make her yelp, but it had the desired effect and stopped the squirming. Maggie let her fingers glide down over her friend's now pink bottom, through those soft petal lips, and drew the moisture down onto that small hot button she had yet to explore.

"O FUCK!" Marissa screamed into the back seat.

Maggie slapped her ass harder this time.

"Shhhhhhhhhh", she whispered, in her ear, leaning down over her helpless friend. Then she bit her earlobe, just because she wanted to.

Marissa's body rocked back and forth now, searching and yearning for the fingers to return. It wasn't long before Maggie's soft fingers found their target again and went back to work. She knew how she liked to be touched, and tried to copy some of the same things that had turned her on. Judging from the gasping, moaning, whimpering coming from her friend, she was doing a fantastic job.

"Please" Marissa gasped, "Please Maggie!"

Maggie had started alternating between playing with that swollen button and dipping her fingers into Marissa's hot sheath. Whenever she felt the body underneath her start to tense up and get close, she would switch to another technique and another speed.

"Let me come Maggie, please let me come!" Marissa begged.

Maggie glanced up and confirmed the men were still busy and right where she left them.

"We still have some time," Maggie said and pinched that little button between her fingers.

"O God I'm so close, I'm right there," she panted.

Maggie went back to using her fingers to push in and out of her friend's wet honeypot. This time when she felt Marissa's hips catch up with her and start grinding with her, she used her other hand to flick Marissa's poor defenseless clit back and forth.

"O...O...OOOOO Fuuuuuu" Marissa's body went rigid for a few seconds and then broke down in spasms. She bucked and twisted and tried to take Maggie's fingers even deeper into herself. Maggie kept her fingers moving through the first part of the orgasm but did have some mercy and lightened up her touch as Marissa screamed into the seats and bucked her hips.

For Marissa it seemed to go on and on. It felt like she came and came and came. She was out of her mind with pleasure and drunk on orgasms. She thought she might have blacked out for a moment but as she came back to reality, she was still laying across the backseat of Maggie's car. She could still feel Maggie's hands on her and each light touch or feather soft bump brought new convulsions and tremors. She could feel her own wetness running down both of her legs and realized that had never happened before. Marissa groaned a final time as she felt her friend's hands leave her body. Her secret places were no longer so secret, at least to her friend.

Maggie pulled her underwear up and Marissa felt the real proof of how wet things got. She was soaked. Her legs, her panties, 'Fuck I think I squirted in my boots.'

Marissa laid there as her mind and body recovered. She didn't think she would walk yet so really there was no rush. At this moment she didn't care if the whole restaurant was watching her, it was worth it.

Maggie had just made her friend come with her own bare hands. She had felt the heat, felt the wetness, and watched her gush as she came all over the place. It was one of the most erotic things she had ever seen. As she watched Marissa come back to earth, she realized how incredibly turned on she was. Maggie needed to get fucked. She needed to come. She needed to get home and have Roger....

A new thought jumped into her head; like a lightbulb being turned on for the first time. Yes, she needed to come, but was her husband necessary this one time?

Maggie leaned over Marissa and got both hands on the seat belt buckle. Using both her thumbs on the release button she was able to force it to click open and release Marissa's hair, and more to the point Marissa herself. Maggie pulled on her friend's arm and slowly pulled her upright to where she was seated on the edge of the seat in the doorway. Marissa was a mess with her hair going several directions, mascara smeared, lipstick half gone, but at the same time she had never looked more beautiful. She had a dreamy expression on her face and looked like she was not quite back yet from wherever she went. She was trying to focus on Maggie with a ridiculous smile on her face.

Maggie squatted down in the doorway to make sure her best friend was ok. She was about to ask something when Marissa's eyes seemed to focus on her and she moved forward to kiss a surprised Maggie.

The kiss was soft and demanding at the same time. Maggie was caught off guard at first but caught up with it just as soon as she could. Marissa was an amazing kisser with lips and tongue and even some nibbling going on. When Maggie pulled away, she was out of breath and her need was almost painful.

"I...I just wanted...I didn't..."

That was all Maggie got out before she was being kissed again. It was like floating in heaven. By the time this second kiss ended Maggie was ready to pull her own pants down. She was so needy it shook her.

"I need you to take care of me, I can't wait anymore." Maggie said with some hesitation, "I need you so bad Marissa."

"It's ok," Marissa answered, "I'll take care of you. I promise."

Marissa leaned in for another kiss when their private world was broken by her husband's voice booming from across the lot.

"Come on Marissa lets go, I gotta get up early for work" Phil yelled towards the girls.

Maggie got an agonized look on her face and now it was her turn to whimper softly.

"O my god no, I can't wait, please Marissa you have got to help me. I'm burning up here!" Maggie said in a panic.

Marissa leaned in and gave one last kiss on the lips to her friend as they stood up.

"I made you a promise, and I won't let you down. Trust me," she said.

With that she pulled Maggie by the arm and they started walking back to where the men waited. Marissa walked on shaky legs as she tried to fix her hair and wipe most of the mascara off her cheeks.

Maggie was also walking on shaking legs and held onto Marissa for dear life.

"If I don't cum soon, I'm going to lose my mind" she whispered as they approached the husbands.

"How bad do you want it, Maggie?" she whispered back just before they reached the guys.

Maggie shot her a look of pleading panic but they were out of time to talk. Maggie was caught between agony and aching and didn't know what to say. Roger and Phil had watched the two women approach and she was wondering just how much the men could read on their faces.

Marissa saved her from rambling by talking first.

"We girls have decided we aren't finished talking yet and might need to have one more drink. Phil, why don't you head home and I can have Roger and Maggie drop me off later."

Phil thought about it for two whole seconds before leaning in and kissing his wife on the cheek.

"Ok honey, have fun and be safe, Phil said.

He walked away towards their truck and called back over his shoulder.

"And don't wake me up when you come stumbling home!"

Roger and the girls walked back towards Maggie's Explorer. Marissa still had Maggie by the arm but that did nothing to help Maggie's anxiety over the situation. Roger walked ahead to unlock the door and that gave Marissa time to lean in and whisper in Maggie's ear.

"You're gonna scream so loud when I make you come," she said softly.

Maggie stifled a squeak as they arrived at the car. She was suddenly more nervous than she could ever remember being. Roger unlocked the doors and climbed up into the driver's seat. Marissa started talking as he did so.

"Us girls were right in the middle of sharing some juicy gossip when you boys interrupted us. We need to finish our conversation in the back seat where you can't hear us," she said.

Marissa opened the back door, unbuckled the glass vase and quickly had it transferred and secured in the front seat. This time she kept her hair out of the buckle. Marissa climbed into the back seat and practically pulled Maggie into the seat next to her. Maggie made panicked eye contact with her husband in the rear-view mirror before he started up the car. What was Marissa going to do to her? She was afraid it would be something, and she was more afraid it would be nothing. She panicked.

"I don't have to ride in the backseat if you don't want me to," Maggie said.

"It's your birthday, live a little," her husband said, and then winked at her in the mirror.