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Friends Suck

Copyright© 2025 by Naughty Sarah

Chapter 3

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A happily married young woman who teaches a dance class meets another woman and quickly becomes enraptured with her. They become good friends, and, soon thereafter, lovers. It's a wonderful journey and exploration of sapphic love with plenty of erotic interludes of the heterosexual variety too! Will Sasha and Emma's husband hook up too? Read and find out! :-)

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Workplace   Group Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys  

Emma taught two ballet classes on weeknights in another, nearby bedroom suburb. Both were for novices. One class was youngsters trying to learn the basics. The other was mostly women in their twenties and thirties who took class as a form of exercise. It had been two years since Emma had craved a woman. Then Sasha had signed up for the adult novice class.

As soon as Emma saw her, she’d felt the tension begin. Sasha was twenty-five, tall, had masses of reddish blonde hair and rich, voluptuous curves. She wasn’t pretty, but she was striking in her appearance -- and about her, Emma sensed an aura of sheer sensuality. And she’d felt an elemental connection.

“Well, you know my feelings,” he reminded her.

Indeed she did: Be sure she’s clean, don’t cut OUR time together and talk about it if the attachment seems to be getting more than essentially physical.

She’d been skeptical of his attitude when they’d first discussed it. He’d proven good as his word, though, when the occasions arose. And -- Bless him! -- he’d never tried to have her bring any of them to their bed with them. At least part of that, Emma knew, was because he hadn’t found any of them particularly appealing, for one reason or another. More often than note, the lack of appeal was because he knew the other women didn’t care for sex with men.

On the other hand, though, he’d never said he would reject the idea. Which might be just as well. Because Emma had something to tell her husband.

“Do you really mean to seduce her, ‘bunch?” he’d whispered after she’d confessed her letch. His pet name for her was short for “Honeybunch.”

“I want to make her dizzy with pleasure,” she’d breathed back and nipped his nipple lightly with her teeth. “I crave her, darling. I’m sorry -- are you jealous?”

She’d felt his shrug. “I should be, but I’m not. If you were talking about a man, I’d be in a rage, but since it’s a woman, it -- it doesn’t threaten me.”

“Or turn you on?”

“Is she sexy and sassy like you?”

“Not at all -- but she is a bombshell. You might like her.”

He’d snorted. “I like you a little. Why wander?”

“You call this ‘a little’? Let me show you what I like best...”

Watching Sasha warming down after dance class, Emma again was astonished at the younger woman’s physique. Seen from the back, Sasha was a perfect hourglass shape -- good firm shoulders, a smooth back tapering to a tiny waist that Emma suspected wasn’t more than 22 inches around, then the sudden flare in ripe hips and firm, rounded buttocks. Yet Sasha’s thighs didn’t quite meet at the top.

She forced herself to stop staring -- but not immediately. Sasha was turning slightly, swinging her arms loosely. The rich masses of reddish blonde hair, now channeled into a ponytail by the pretty blue band, swung vivaciously in counterpoint to the sweep of her arms and the rise of her magnificent breasts.

Why didn’t I get tits like that? Emma asked herself.

Confined by the white tights and blue spandex leotard -- and, probably, by a workout bra -- Sasha’s breasts were the shape of half-grapefruits ... but larger. Her ribcage was beautifully defined, even through the layers of cloth, and beneath it was the sudden flatness of her hard young stomach. There was the barest hint of a rounding in her lower abdomen, and then the sudden prominence of her pubis. In profile, her legs were breath-taking and seemed almost over-long for her height.

Some flaw, thought Emma, with some envy.

Sasha turned abruptly and saw Emma watching her. Their gazes met and Emma wondered if even the workout bra she wore would conceal its true purpose -- to keep any stiffening of her nipples from showing.

Emma smiled and Sasha returned it. Emma walked over to her and said, “I like watching you warm down. You have a marvelous, natural grace about you.”

“Thank you!” Her smile was quite total, involving her entire face. “It’s always nice to be complimented by the teacher.”

“I like to get to know the people in my class,” Emma said glibly. “This should be social, as well as healthy. After class some night, let’s you and I go out somewhere for some coffee or wine.”

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