Heather grinned sheepishly. "Sure… if you'll excuse my crudity… I thought Jake looked pretty interesting, too."
"That he is! Which reminds me. What was all that business between you and Tom the other night? It sounded to me like you've got some kind of a problem in the sack. Am I right?"
Heather ran her blue-tipped fingers nervously through her hair. She bit her lip and looked rueful. "You're right, Linda. Tom and I don't seem to be 'sexually compatible', as they say. I never seem to get enough. And Tom gets tired of my always wanting to make love."
"Oh, honey… you mean you can't cum? That's awful!"
"NO, I don't mean that. I can cum all right. It's just that Tom cums long before I'm ready."
"Well, maybe you could try some of the things they suggest. Get him to think about something else when he gets real excited. Stuff like that."
Heather looked dismal. "It's no good, Linda. He won't even talk about it, let alone do anything about it."
Linda stroked her friend's hand consolingly. "That's a shame, honey. It must be awful for you. I know if I don't get my sex regularly, I turn into a mean old bitch."
"Ye… Yessss…" Heather hadn't wanted it to happen, but she couldn't help herself. She started to cry.
Linda rose from her chair and rushed around the table to put her arms around the younger woman. "There, there, honey… don't feel bad. Come on into the living room. You'll be more comfortable in there."
Arm in arm, the two women sat on the couch. They talked quietly for some time, Heather pouring out the burden of her long frustration, Linda being the sympathetic listener. She stroked Heather's shoulders and hair, soothing her with soft, whispered words.
Eventually, Heather's sense of despair waned. She felt very comfortable in the other woman's arms, safe and secure, understood as no one had tried to understand her in a long time. She felt a curious little tingle down in her belly, some indefinable surge of affection that was part passion, part maternal closeness. It frightened her a little.
All she knew for sure was, she wanted Linda's arms around her. She wanted to lay her head on her breasts, to feel protected, warm. The redhead snuggled her head down against the cushion of Linda's tits. The blonde wore no bra, and Heather could feel the soft globes yielding gently against her weight.
"Do you feel better, darling?" Linda whispered, a though she didn't want to break the spell in the room.
"I feel wonderful, Linda. You've made me reel like I really matter. I've been kind of lonely inside."