That's what Friends are for (f/f, qs, mast, grim?)

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That's what Friends are for

by Black Squirrel (January 9th, 1998)
(f/f, qs, mast, grim?)


Janet was sitting at her desk and listened to the soft music of Loreena
McKennitt. Before her a number of books piled up - all more or less
interesting dissertations of psychology. While she softly hummed to the songs
she took notes about the history and development of modern methods of
treatment. The topic was of full interest to her but she grew tired of reading
the same facts written by different authors over and over again. So her mind
strayed away more and more often until she finally gave up and shut her
exercise-book. Just at this moment the phone rang.

"Janet? This is Wendy. Would you like to come over and have some coffee? Or
are you too busy?"

Janet grew excited with the sound of her friend's voice. "Of course I come,"
Janet answered immediately. "You just picked the right time to call. I was
really getting bored by all this reading."

"Fine. See you later then."

Janet hung up the phone and got herself ready. She changed into some nice
looking outfit and gave her hair an extra dress-up. Wendy was a good friend of
her since she was ten years old. They had shared all the years of growing up
and never lost contact. When Wendy's parents died in a plane accident three
years ago they had come closer even more. She had inherited quite a good
amount of money from them, more than she could spend, but it didn't make up
for the love they had given her.

Janet had been eighteen years old when she realized that she loved Wendy. By
that time she had had relationships with some boys but never found one that
really pleased her. When she finally became aware of her true feelings, she
didn't dare to tell it Wendy. What would she think if she confessed this
desire to her?

Her heart was beating faster when she set off to her friends house at the
other side of the small town. She opened the small iron gate and walked up the
small path to the door. Then she rang the doorbell. Just a moment later Wendy
opened and smiled at her. She stood 5'4'', had long curly blonde hair and a
slender body. Her face was cute and the shining blue eyes always showed her
mischievous temper. Janet's heart couldn't help but missing a beat every time
she met her.

"Janet! Come in! The coffee's just ready." She gestured her to enter the
hallway and closed the door. Then she led the way to the expensively furnished
living-room where a pot full of steaming coffee had been put onto the table.
They took their seats on opposite sides of it.

"You look really nice today," Wendy said while filling their cups. "Maybe we
should go to town tonight. The guys will just get crazy!"

"Yeah, maybe." Janet took her cup and sipped the hot drink. "Or maybe not. I
don't think, I'm in the mood for this now."

They talked about two hours. Wendy was interested by Janet's college lectures
although she didn't understand much of the topics. Janet just enjoyed talking
to her and soon they switched to fashion, television series and movies. Then
suddenly a beeping noise interrupted their conversation. "Oh, I'm sorry,"
Wendy said. "I seem to have received some mail."

She stood up and went over to her computer. She switched on the monitor and
began to fiddle around with the mouse. Janet never quite understood the
computer technology or the fascination Wendy saw in it. But then she rose too
and went to her friend. She stopped standing behind her and looked
incidentally over her shoulder at the monitor.

Many cryptic messages appeared and vanished while Wendy swiftly moved the
mouse cursor around. It all went so fast that she couldn't make head or tail
of it. Then she froze when a sentence caught her eye. "In no time the
quicksand entrapped me up to my ample breasts," said the letters and Janet
intented to continue reading but Wendy just skipped this message by one click
of her finger. She couldn't help but let out a disappointed sigh.

"What is it?" Wendy asked and turned around in her chair.

"I - I was just wondering about the topic you're discussing on," she said a
bit embarrassed.

Wendy smiled. "It may seem a bit odd to you. This group is dedicated to
quicksand and deep mud lovers. This one was a first-hand report of a
successful sink." She looked into Janet's face and seemed to understand
immediately what was going on. "Did you like what you read?"

"Well ... I - It's just ..." she stammered, unable to express her true
feelings.

"Hey, don't worry. It's okay. I like it to be in quicksand or mud. And judging
by your expression I would say, it doesn't leave you untouched, does it?"

"Wendy, I - Well ... Alright. I admit it. But isn't it weird to feel like
that?"

Wendy shrugged. "Why? It's just fun. Tell me. Didn't you play in muddy puddles
or similar when you were a kid?" Janet nodded. "You see! By that time you of
course didn't know about sexual arousal. You just did what made you feel
good." She looked at her best friend who seemed to be completely puzzled.
"Come on, Jan. Sit down here and read some of the mails I recently received.
And maybe you'd like to see some pictures, too."

"You mean you've got photos of ..."

"... people sinking, yeah. Just let me show you how to use this program."
Wendy made room for Janet to sit down and watched her, while she - slowly at
first but more and more confident - browsed through some of the messages. She
could tell by the expression on her face that she was getting excited.

"I never thought, there were so much people interested in this," Janet said
quietly. "Would you mind to show me the photos?"

Finally Janet had seen the whole collection of Wendy's quicksand and deep mud
scans. Then Wendy led her to a shelf near the television and showed her some
self-made tapes featuring herself sinking in quicksand. Janet watched in
fascination while Wendy silently packed some equipment into her big knapsack.
After that she turned back to her friend.

"You seem to like it, don't you?"

Janet turned around with a start - her pretty face was blushed with
excitement. "Yes, definitely," she said with short breath. "Who took these
shots?"

"I mounted three cameras around this spot," Wendy explained. "Later I just cut
together the scenes and copied them." Wendy smiled slyly. "How about a visit?
Would you like to see that place?"

"Oh, yes," she replied, almost shouting. "Where is it? Is it far?"

Wendy grinned. "No, just 'bout half an hour car ride. Come on, then. The
weather's fine and it's still pretty early." She shut down the computer and
switched it off. Less than fifteen minutes later they set off in Wendy's
flame-red sports convertible. It was a fast ride over the long winding road
leading into the woodland. When they reached a muddy path Wendy stopped the
car and pulled up alongside. "Well, here we are," she announced. "Just a few
hundred feet down this track and we made it. You maybe better take off your
nice clothes. They may get ragged or stained in the forest." She took a black
bikini out of her knapsack and reached it to her. "Put it on. It won't hinder
you in the woods like your outfit would."

At first Janet stared at the swim-suit as if she didn't know what to do with
it. But then she started to undress, making sure that nobody was near to see,
and put on the bikini. "I'm ready," she said.

"Let's go, then." Wendy left the car and led the way down the muddy path into
the woods. She felt the warm ooze suck at her feet with every step and enjoyed
it squeezing through her toes. When they had entered the forest she made sure
Janet went a few feet ahead of her. "Look over there," she said after a few
minutes. "That's the place. Do you see it?" She stretched out an arm and
pointed forward.

"Yes, there seems to be a clearing. We're almost there." Janet hurried her
pace and Wendy sneaked off the trail into the undergrowth. "Yes, I remember
this place from the video," Janet said when she reached the small round open
space in the forest. "But where's the pit? I can't see it." When there was no
answer she turned around. "Wendy?"

She looked around but there was no trace of her friend. "Wen? Where are you?"

"I'm coming," a voice from the woods said. "Just go on a few steps more. Then
you'll see it."

Janet smiled and turned around. But when she had walked to the middle of the
clearing still no signs of the quicksand pit showed up. "Wendy? Where is it? I
still don't-"

She broke off short when she realized that the ground beneath her feet
suddenly felt more moist. She looked down and saw her feet sticking ankle-deep
in soft wet sand. Startled she tried to step back but her feet refused to
lift. They went down into the sand instead and soon she was buried up to her
shins. "Wendy! Help me!" she called. "I found it but I'm stuck!" She
desperately tried to free herself but only succeeded in sinking deeper another
few inches. Still no answer from her friend. "Wendy, please!" she called.
"Help me out of this! I'm sinking!" Again and again she tugged at her legs but
the quaking mire showed no intent of letting her go ever again. She felt panic
rising inside her when the tender sand rose over her knee-caps. Her legs were
firmly stuck in the quicksand now and she rocked back and forth in a futile
attempt to loosen the sand around her thighs. That is, the mire of course
loosened but it only helped her downward motion. When the wet grip of the
quicksand reached up to her hips she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach.
Slowly she settled deeper, the mire rising over the panties of her bikini and
trickling through the fine fabric. She could feel its moist touch against her
crotch and for a moment she forgot the danger she was in. With a sensual moan
she slid one of her hands into the quicksand and into her panties. A soft moan
escaped her lips when she touched her wet regions and felt the sand pouring
in. Slowly she moved her fingers in a way only she could do and threw back her
head in excitement. Her soft rocking motions buried her deeper and deeper into
the soft warm yet inescapable grip of the quicksand but she didn't notice at
the moment. Her fingers below the surface and the tight embrace drove her
crazy. Her other hand slid over her breasts and finally put off her bikini top
to reveal her hard nipples. She caressed herself with sensual motions and
enjoyed the feeling of being sucked down into the quicksand. It wasn't before
the mire engulfed her breasts when she noticed that she couldn't move anymore.
Her arms were stuck in the wet grip and her shoulders just disappeared into
the pit. Now that her mind cleared a bit she noticed that she got herself
trapped to no escape. "Oh, shit," she whispered to herself when she felt her
continuous descending. "What have I ... Wendy?" she asked again, not able to
shout anymore.

"I'm here, honey," a voice said. Then her best friend stepped out of the woods
onto the clearing. She was completely naked and stepped up to the edge of the
quaking pit.

"Wendy! Please! I can't move! My arms are stuck! Help me out of here!" She
struggled to free herself but instantly sunk two more inches again. "Shit!
Help me! I'm still sinking!"

Wendy smiled. "Yes, you are," she said softly. "Just don't move too hard and
enjoy the feeling." And to Janet's horror she took a few steps more and
started sinking, too.

"No! Wendy! What are you doing? We'll never get out of here!"

"Do trust me, hon," Wendy said smiling. "I know what I'm doing." Slowly she
pumped her legs up and down to settle deeper into the mire. Her wonderful
shaped body gradually moved forward to the middle of the pit, where her friend
was stuck.

Janet watched the well shaped legs slowly descending before her until the
hairy triangle of her friend's lower regions softly tickled her face. Her own
fingers began moving again and her arousal took over. Tenderly she kissed the
skin of Wendy's belly as it went down in front of her face. The hands of her
friend touched her cheeks and stroked her long black hair. Finally Wendy's
breasts were level with her face and she kissed them passionately - eager to
feel as much as possible of them before they were sucked under and gone for
good. Finally their eyes met and Wendy, who had held her arms over the mire,
ran a finger down over Janet's moist and demanding lips. The girl desperately
sucked at it but Wendy pulled it slowly away. Instead she let it slip down her
neck and pushed it down to touch the submerged skin of her breasts. Her other
arm slid down Janet's back and she pulled close to kiss her friend. Their lips
met with the hot fire burning inside their bodies. Their moans intensified the
longer the embrace lasted. Janet still couldn't move but she felt secure and
taken care of in the presence of her best friend. The quicksand however didn't
care for her feelings but sucked at the two girls and pulled them deeper until
their necks disappeared. When the wet sand touched her chin Janet climaxed
with such power that she nearly fainted. Wendy broke the edge just a few
moments later and their screams mixed in a weird sound of joy and lust. Time
after time they climaxed, forcing themselves deeper and deeper into the deadly
grip of the quicksand.

When their fire finally ceased they kissed exhaustedly and then their lips
separated. They were up to their chins in the slowly rippling mire and both
truly trapped to immobility. "Wendy ... I have to tell you something."

"What is it, honey?" Wendy asked, still enjoying Janet's body in her embrace.

Janet hesitated. "I never had the courage to tell you, but I love you. I don't
mean you just being a friend to me. I really /love/ you. I - I'm sorry, if I-"

"Shsh ..." Wendy hissed and gave her a brief kiss. "It's okay, honey. I feel
the same for you." When Janet's eyes opened in surprise she continued. "I
always knew that you didn't really enjoy the time you spent with boys. But I
thought you should get yourself clear about your feelings. I'm happy that you
finally told me."

"You and me, trapped helplessly in quicksand and yet I'm happy," Janet said
passionately. "Oh, it feels so good. How can I ever pay back to what you
showed to me today?"

Wendy laughed softly. "Don't worry. That's what friends are for."

At this moment Janet recognized that the quicksand just had reached her lower
lip. "Wendy! I think it's time we got out of this now. I'm still sinking."

"Uh ... It might be hard now. We're mired really deep. I can't move."

"But ..." Janet's eyes widened in fear. "You said, you knew what you were
doing."

Wendy grinned. "Maybe I lied?"

[PM2K]

A classic! Thanks for the repost!