Lollipop

I gazed at her with admiration as little rivers of tears dampened my cheeks. "All's forgiven! No more tears! She declared and hugged me tight to her body.

Ginny's ability to forgive someone who routinely hurled bile and insults at her, amazed me.

"Thanks for understanding." I stated in a snuffling voice.

"That's what friends are for." She said soothingly.

"You think of me as a friend? But...but I was rotten to you and said appalling things." I stated like a confession.

"You obviously regret it." Ginny said succinctly and fixed her benevolent gaze on me.

I threw my arms around Ginny and squeezed her with sheer happiness. She was a gentle, kind hearted soul who treated me with nothing less than compassion and caring.

"I'm sooo happy you think of me as a friend." I gushed.

The total change in our relationship was a defining moment for me. Ginny taught me a life lesson that I have never forgotten.

In the course of one short day, we became the closest of friends and were inseparable. Now when I saw the lollipop with the white stick portion protruding from Ginny's lips, I just smiled.

Ginny was like the sister I never had. We roomed together the following semester and for the remainder of our college career.

We were moving our belongings to an off campus apartment when we took a much needed break. It was unseasonably hot for spring and we swilled cold beer to quench our thirst. Ginny was regarding me with a curious look.

"And to think all this started because you were mean to me." She said with wonder, gazing at the boxes strewn about the living room.

She had an amused expression that grew to a broad grin.

"What?" I asked with annoyance.

"I remember how sorry you looked. You were REALLY bawling. It kinda shocked me." she answered with a smiling face.

Even now, months later, the hurt I inflicted on Ginny embarrassed me and I felt my face flush crimson. She was looking at me with a kindly expression

"I guess deep down I knew you had a good heart. You were just afraid to show me." She said in a voice full of compassion.

Ginny's sentiment brought tears to my eyes.

"To friendship!" She declared.

Ginny held her bottle up in a toasting gesture and I heartily reciprocated.

It was nearing winter break of junior year when Ginny asked me for advice about a guy she was dating. Jeremy was the latest in a string of boyfriends that stretched back to sophomore year.

"Gail, I don't think he likes sex." She said with a note of disappointment.

"A GUY who doesn't like sex? I asked and silently questioned the validity of his manhood.

"He likes to kiss and touch me thru my clothes but that's IT! She stated with frustration.

"Then YOU take the initiative." I said emphatically.

"Aw, you must be reading those women's magazines again." She retorted with a quick smile.

A week or so later, I was returning from my chemistry class and opened the door to a most unusual sight.

Ginny was standing in front of the living room mirror with only her bra and panties on, and a lollipop stick waggling up and down as she made frowning faces. She was posing from side view to opposite side view. I just stared at her with my mouth open.

"Oh. Hi Gail." She said as though nothing out of the ordinary was taking place.

Ginny picked up a magazine on the table next to the mirror.

"I want your honest opinion. Do I look anything like this girl?" She asked with total seriousness.

I looked at a centerfold of a girl in a popular men's magazine of the day. She was tall, lean and small breasted.

"Well...er...the blonde hair?" I said timidly.

Ginny's eyes narrowed and she gazed at me accusingly.

"Why is this important and where did you get that magazine? I inquired calmly.

"I found it in Jeremy's bed, no, it was between the mattress and box spring. I was changing the sheets on his bed." She answered quietly but with irritation.

"So? Most guy's like this stuff." I said trying to diffuse the situation.

"Don't get grossed out but that stain in the corner is...you know what." She said with disgust.

I dropped the magazine as though it had leprosy but I still couldn't figure out what she was driving at and told her so.

"It means my dear friend that he beats his meat to her image. She said with certainty.

I must have had a lost look on my face.

"Gail, I don't look anything like her. I have big boobs and a big ass. He obviously prefers her body type." She exclaimed and turned sideways to illustrate the difference.

"First of all Ginny, you don't have a big ass; big boobs, no argument there." I stated factually.

"No wonder he avoids anything remotely approaching sex." She said with uncharacteristic anger.

"I just have to face the fact that I'm FAT!" she yelled at the mirror.

I had heard enough.

"Ginny, you are not fat. You're full figured, zaftig, Rubenesque!" I declared.

I was being totally honest with Ginny. She was undoubtedly full figured and as far as I was concerned, very sexy. Since my introduction to lesbian sex with Daphne, I pursued both guys' and girls' but never initiated anything with Ginny.

Ginny was cognizant of my bi sexual ways at a time when it was scarcely acceptable among college kids. She was the first person that I was able to confide in about my true feelings without fear of condemnation.

I was standing next to her clad in my white cotton turtle neck sweater and hip hugger jeans. With my small but firm chest I went braless. My nipples were hard and clearly visible thru my top.

Ginny looked at the magazine and then at my reflection in the mirror.

"You could pose for this magazine Gail." She said with frankness and nudged me in the side.

"Jeremy would beat off like crazy to pictures of your foxy bod." She said in a melancholy voice and tears started forming in the corners of her hazel colored eyes.

My heart ached for Ginny. She was upset about something she had no control over and I embraced her. Then I realized she was clad only in a bra & panties. I tried to pull away but she was sniffing back tears and held me tight.

"Is Jeremy really worth all this?" I questioned in a sad tone.

"I like him a lot but I guess not." She said as little tear droplets fell from her eyes and rested her cheek against my chest.

We moved to the sofa and sat down but Ginny, still attired in her undies, refused to let go of me. The gentle pressure of her cheek on my chest and the close proximity to my nipple was warming me in a very sensitive area.

"Gail?" She asked softly

"Yeah?" I answered.

"What kind of girls' do...I mean...type do you like?" She asked with total innocence.

Ginny's question was guileless but sent me reeling mentally. There was absolutely no doubt that I preferred girls' with big boobs and soft round curves, like Ginny. When I hesitated for awhile, she pulled back a little and gazed at me intently.

"I...ah...hmm...now let me see..." I stammered foolishly.

Ginny resumed her place on my chest.

"I should have known, like the one in the magazine." She said in a gloomy voice.

The sound waves as they emanated from her mouth, reverberated in my nipple and tiny pulses of sensation traveled to my crotch.

"I guess nobody likes big titted gals with big butts anymore." She said in a heartbreaking voice.

"I do." I said in my best true confession voice.

"What?" She said, startled by my answer.

I told Ginny about my first encounter with Daphne and a couple others since then. Her cheek never left its spot on my chest and I was sure she heard my heart pounding.

"Ginny, I love you as a friend, my best friend and I don't want anything to spoil that." I said earnestly.

Ginny was uncharacteristically silent. I jumped when a finger, not mine, gingerly toyed with my nipple. Warm sensations pulsed in my tit and I sighed contentedly.

"You know Gail, I always thought you had the cutest nipples; so different from mine, pointy and long. You could nurse a passel of babies with these beauties." She crowed as her finger rolled and tweaked my throbbing teat.

"Maybe we should stop." I breathed in a heavy voice.

"Why? Doesn't it feel good? Am I doing it wrong?" She asked in a needy voice.

"No. It...ooh...feels great." I panted breathlessly.

Ginny sat up and brought both hands to bear on my jutting nips with a determined look on her face.

"Umm...ooh...Oh!" I gasped as double shots of electricity seared my gash.

Swiftly, Ginny lifted my sweater out of my jeans, up my body, over my head and off. There I sat naked from the waist up, my nipples hard and throbbing with feelings. Her soft fingers pulled and stroked the rigid protrusions with yearning.

"Oh Ginny! Ooh...umm...oh!" I cried with delight.

I was beyond the point of no return and watched with awe as Ginny's mouth made contact with my tit. The feeling was better than fantastic.

As Ginny suckled, her hand cupped my crotch over my jeans. Somehow with just two fingers, she managed to unsnap then lower the zipper on my tight denims.

I held Ginny's head as her lips tugged gently but yearningly on my swollen stubby nipple and waves of sensation blistered my creaming sex.

A cacophony of sounds escaped my mouth in varying decibels as the magnitude of pleasure grew exponentially.

"OOH...OH...OH YEAH...AH...MMM...UMM!" I articulated repetitiously.

When Ginny's hand slipped into my panties and fingered my sopping wet slit, I rocketed to a higher plateau of feeling. Without disturbing her, I worked my jeans off my legs and she very slowly rid me of my undies. She sat up and I leaned back on my elbows with my legs akimbo, panting heavily.

Ginny grabbed something from the end table. It was a long tapered lollipop that looked like swirls of taffy on a stick. She removed the cellophane wrapping and coated it with her saliva.

"What's that?" I asked dumbly with my curiosity on full alert.

"It's a sucker silly. You know, like they sell at the seashore." She warbled in a sexy voice.

Ginny moved between my legs and ran the sticky confection up and down the center of my drooling gash. I opened my legs wide and gaped at the unlikely instrument of pleasure as it teased and glided over my drenched folds and creases.

When Ginny brought the candy to her lips soaked with my secretions and sensually licked it clean, I had a small but unmistakable orgasm. My body jerked slightly but she didn't notice and resumed sliding the lollipop along my slice, occasionally stopping at the top and teasing my clit.

Again, Ginny cleaned the sucker dripping with my juices.

"Umm...Sweet! She purred and licked her lips. I nearly came for the second time.

When Ginny resumed the sugary pleasuring of my pussy, she carefully inserted the surrogate dildo into my hole. With a look of pure lust on her face, she drilled my quaking box.

With my gaze riveted on the action betwixt my thighs, I pinched my sensitive nipples and howled from the sheer ecstasy. With one hand busily reaming my gushing hole, Ginny gingerly thumbed my button with the other.

My body quivered and twitched as my orgasm built to its apex. The multi stimuli achieved its purpose and I went over the edge of the precipice. Massive waves of sensation roiled and rolled thru my body with each contraction.

"OH GOD!" I screamed and whipped my head from side to side.

I was still propped on elbows, my body trembling from left over ripples of feeling, when Ginny raised the object of my pleasure to her lips and engulfed it, noisily sucking my girly fluids into her throat.

Ginny held me in her arms, tenderly kissing my face as I slowly recovered. I felt weak and incapable of speech.

"My beautiful friend." She whispered with heartfelt affection.

With my head resting on her jugs, she reached around her back, unhooked her bra and set them free. My craving for her boobs took center stage and I sat in front of her mesmerized by the sight.

While not as large as Daphne's, they were rounder and firmer. But the nipples, oh those glorious nipples; fat and sassy they looked like baby pacifiers attached to her boobs.

This was the ultimate in breasts for me; big "D" cuppers with big plump nipples to suck on. They filled my mouth and ignited another blaze in my loins.

"She could nurse a baby elephant with these puppies." I thought to myself.

Ginny cradled me like a nursing child and moaned enthusiastically. For what seemed like a long time, I sucked, nibbled and nipped until she was gasping my name.

"Oh Gail! Oh Gail! She kept repeating.

Unexpectedly, Ginny cried out and her body shook.

"Did you just have a..." I said gaping at her.

"I sure did!" she trilled like a songbird.

Ginny was gently rocking me when I pushed her on her back. With her hairy box thrust forward, I grabbed her meaty ass and descended for my meal.

With a determination bordering on fanatical, I lapped her pussy until it juiced profusely from the onslaught. When I looked up, her impressive breasts shook and jiggled with her writhing body.

I grabbed a fresh sucker and drilled her soggy sex while my tongue lashed her clitty. Ginny panted and hooted in short rapid bursts like an owl on meth.

"Oh God! Gail...OH! It's huge!" she bellowed to the ceiling.

Watching Ginny cum was an event of galactic proportions as she bucked her hips uncontrollably.

"Oh Shit! OH! Fuck!" came blasting out of her lungs.

It was the first time I heard Ginny use profanity. When her gyrations slowed, I plunged the sucker, saturated with her juices, into my orifice and sucked the pungent/sugary coating down my eager throat.

As I rested my weary head on Ginny's thigh, she gently stroked my hair. The fragrance of female sex secretions dominated the air in the room

"Jesus, that was great!" She exclaimed.

"Where did you get the idea to use the lollipop?" I asked curiously.

"Oh...you see...it's like this...I...if it works for me..." She said with a shy expression.

"You little scamp! All this time we've been rooming together and..." I said teasingly.

"Honestly Gail, I feel it's necessary to be discreet when one is engaging in that sort of...ah...activity." She answered in a very proper and mannered voice.

Despite the faux reprimand, I stretched my body up to her waiting arms and hugged her with all my might. My fear that sex would damage our friendship was unfounded. Our bond was as strong if not stronger than before.

When the need for mutual sexual gratification descended on us, we indulged ourselves to the fullest. Sometimes, we enlisted the aid of our assistant the lollipop and sometimes not.

Time passes quickly in college. Ginny met her future husband, Stan, toward the end of senior year and our bi exploits came to a halt.

Graduation Day was still an important and fitting end to college in 1970. At the end of the ceremony, Ginny and I embraced with tears of joy and impending loss. She was attending graduate school in Connecticut while I secured a teaching position in San Francisco.

The close relationship, the sisterhood that we shared for the past two and a half years was coming to an end. Our future stretched out before us in those optimistic times; the Age of Aquarius when the possibilities seemed endless.

Ginny was madly in love with Stan and desperately wanted a family with kids running around the house.

In my heart of hearts, I wanted Ginny. But, I couldn't bring myself to articulate my feelings to her; that I desired her more than anyone else.

Of course we promised to write and stay in touch but after a year or two of frequent letters, it gradually diminished to a card at Christmas or special occasions.

A couple of years after graduation, I received a postcard from Ginny informing me that she eloped with Stan to Las Vegas. She was pregnant with her first child and figured it was the best solution to save her folks any embarrassment.

One summer, I visited Ginny at her home in New Jersey. She was now the proud mother of two energetic toddlers. We did our best to reminisce but she had her hands full. Still, it was great to see her.

That year, I met my husband Fred or Freddie as I was fond of calling him. He was the only man I dated who understood my need for occasional female companionship. A gentle caring soul, I loved him dearly and he as much in return. His temperament and mannerisms were a lot like Ginny's.

After his sudden death from a heart attack, I went into a deep depression. Soon after, I received a sympathy card from Ginny. She was visiting her son in San Jose and wanted to stop for a brief visit to offer her condolences. I hadn't seen her for nearly twenty years. Had the passage of time been kind to her I wondered silently.

I spruced up the house as best I could the day of Ginny's visit. It was four months since Freddie passed away and I was gradually finding my equilibrium.

When I answered the door, a smiling, rotund and matronly woman with graying hair stood before me. Her body had changed but it was unmistakably Ginny. She crossed the threshold and as we embraced, I broke down and sobbed.

"My poor Gail." She spoke with tenderness and did her best to comfort me.

As my emotional state improved we talked about our lives after college. Presently, she was busy helping her second husband run a pastry shop at the New Jersey seashore.

"What happened to Stan?" I asked with curiosity.

"He was a darn good provider but...he had a roving eye." She answered with delicacy and a smile.

With a heavy heart, I was able to talk about Freddie without getting too emotional. Inevitably our conversation drifted back to our days at college. For a long time, we discussed the events that shaped our friendship and bonded us together.

But, the unfinished business in my heart refused to stay hidden.

"I often think about our times at school, maybe more lately because of Freddie's passing, but it was special Ginny. It meant a lot to me then and it still does." I offered in a melancholy voice.

Ginny gazed at me with watery eyes and took my hands in hers.

"You were my best and closest friend. What I shared with you, I found with no one else. Freddie was the only one who came close. I missed you for a long time" I said dejectedly and hung my head in despair.

"I missed you too Gail." She cried with heart breaking emotion and hugged me.

I held on to Ginny refusing to let go, awash in the feelings that still dominated my soul. The long passage of time had done little to diminish them.

Slowly, the mood lightened and Ginny rummaged in a shopping bag of goodies she brought with her. We opened some of the edible delicacies and ate with lighter hearts and conversation. For a brief time, the room glowed with the mystical quality of those bygone days.

The sunlight was casting long shadows thru the windows signaling an end to her visit. With her coat on and ready to leave, Ginny looked in the shopping bag for something. She produced a rectangular box wrapped with silver foil paper and a fancy bow.

"This is for you. It's just a little something, a reminder of the past. You can open it after I leave." She said in her cheery way.

We embraced with emotions running high but I wasn't sad. I had shared some of the happiest times of my life with her and I would carry those memories with me always.

The following morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table feeling glum when I noticed the present she left. For the life of me, I couldn't imagine what was inside.

When I opened the box, I laughed and cried tears of fond remembrance. Nestled in the center of the tissue paper was a long tapered lollipop that resembled swirls of taffy on a stick; you know, like they sell at the seashore.