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I've been friends with Kim since the early 80s, when she and I both worked at the same company. Kim was delightfully packed and muscular woman with curly light brown hair. She always had a few extra pounds (which I love!) and incredibly firm large tits (ditto!). And she always kept her toenails painted bright red, which was very attractive and charmingly idiosyncratic. Kim and I shared a sense of humor, food interests, politics, and interests. We became fast friends.

And nothing happened. We were very good friends. After a couple years, she and I both left the company, went elsewhere, and kept in close touch. We continued to share jokes, news, and interest, and saw each other for lunch periodically. I was married, Kim was single, and while I certainly found her very attractive, we never even flirted.

And nothing happened. For years. We both ended up working at the same company again, a rather bizarre place that was fascinating and challenging and rather fun in a strange way. We continued to be good friends, doing lunch and talking about the office politics (which were incredibly thick). We both left after a few years and went our separate ways.

And still nothing happened. I realized that I was long overdue for getting a divorce and proceeded to move out. I started seeing Hope, a woman I'd known for about a decade. Kim and I were still good friends, still saw each other, still talked about things. After all this time, Kim was still single, unfortunately. I couldn't figure out why, as I'd always figured she was quite a catch.

And STILL nothing happened. After about 5 years, things with Hope were beginning to get a little strained. We both wanted wildly different things in a relationship and ended up splitting up, about which I didn't feel too bad. I figured it was time to stay single for a while and just relax. Which I did.

One evening about a month after my breakup, I was talking to Kim on the phone around 10:30pm. It was a cold night and I'd already curled up in bed; I rather assumed that she had done the same. We were just talking, so it didn't make a difference - shoot, we couldn't see each other. I was talking about my just-ended relationship with Hope. I didn't feel bad about it having ended, but it was a bit of a shame, I said. In retrospect, the best thing about the relationship, I said, had been the sex: Hope had been simply great in bed. Admittedly, this was a bit of oversharing, but I'd known Kim for the best part of a couple decades and there wasn't a lot we didn't talk about. We just never flirted.

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Kim asked what had made Hope good in bed. "Oh, several things," I said. "I loved eating her. She was multi-orgasmic and I could keep her going for a long time before she was finally begging for me to finish her."

"Oh, my!" Kim said. "That sounds like great fun."

"She sure seemed to like it," I said, grinning.

"But you said 'Several things'. What else did you like?" Kim said.

"I loved her body." (Hope was a big woman with big, soft boobs, and very strong legs... rather like a taller version of Kim, actually, except that Kim was more muscular and her boobs looked like they were firmer.) "And I was able to make her squirt on a number of occasions, something she hadn't done before."

Kim said "Really?!?"

"Yup," I replied. "The first time it happened was about 3 months after we started having sex. We were going at it one night and, all of a sudden, we were both drenched to our knees. We stopped cold and the realization of what had happened hit both of us at the same time and we cracked up for about a minute. After we stopped laughing, we agreed that we'd finish up and go take a shower and change the sheets." Kim laughed at this, too. "We had this happen a number of times afterwards, though rarely as dramatically as the first time. We got to the point that we'd just put a towel down on the bed underneath us before we even started so we didn't have to change the sheets afterwards. A couple of times, it was so impressive, we even had to change the bed pad, which is a nuisance late at night." Kim laughed again and said "Anything else?"

"Oh..." and here I paused, thinking that this was definitely getting more intimate than I was feeling comfortable with. I didn't mind talking about it, it's just that I was talking about it with Kim and we'd never talked about this kind of thing with anything approaching this level of detail. "Yes, something else I really loved was that Hope loved sucking me off almost as much as I loved eating her. Most guys would put a good BJ on the top of their sexual hit parade," I said, "but that's actually second place for me. I just love eating someone out and feeling her tremble while I'm holding on to her. And there's just something about the way women taste that turns me on"

"Oh?" Kim said.

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