I am in my junior year at Columbia University in New York City. Technically, I still live at home, but I rarely stay there anymore. My mother has a new boyfriend about every three months. The house is small, it is noisy, and I have no privacy. I guess I shouldn’t complain. None of her lovers has ever made a pass at me, so I think I should consider myself lucky. There was one of her friends that I did get involved with a while back, but that was my choice. That’s a story for another time.
My lifelong friend Shaylin is also a junior at Columbia. She has an apartment in the city near the campus, and I stay with her most of the time. It is a small one-bedroom apartment, and she lets me sleep on her couch. It isn’t perfect, but it is convenient, and she doesn’t charge me anything.
Last year, I met a guy. He took me back to his place, and after some kissing, he started to undress me. It was winter, and I was wearing a heavy wool sweater with a T-shirt underneath. When he pulled it over my head, then the t-shirt next, and started to take off my bra (a heavily padded bra), he looked at my small chest and accused me of false advertising! At first, I didn’t know what he meant. He said my tits were too small for him and told me to get dressed and leave. I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was so embarrassing; I put on my sweater and ran out of his apartment in tears, leaving my t-shirt and bra behind.
When I got back to Shaylin’s place, she was home. She knew me well and could tell I was upset. I started to cry as I told her what happened. We sat on the couch as I poured my heart out to her. I’ve been friends with Shaylin since the first grade. We know each other well, and she held me close. I could feel her hand starting to go up my sweater; this was a first. She started to feel my breasts, reassuring me that the guy was an arsehole and there was nothing wrong with me. Then she kissed me. It wasn’t a peck on the cheek either. It was a full-on, open-mouth lover’s kiss. I didn’t resist. She stood, held out her hand, and invited me to spend the night in her bed.
She sat me on the edge of the bed and pulled my sweater over my head. I sat there bare-chested. She pushed me down and lay next to me. My nipples were swollen and a little irritated from the wool sweater. Shaylin leaned in and started to kiss and suck on them. I loved the warmth it created throughout my body. The feeling was so comforting like we were in love. Her hand started to unbutton my jeans and tugged them down. I lifted my hips and helped her take them off me. My head was starting to spin.
I had never had sex with a woman before. For that matter, I had never had sex with a man before either. Oh, I’ve been on dates and done a lot of kissing and some petting, but a man had never given me an orgasm; I was a virgin. I was lying there in a small thong with my fully clothed best friend. I didn’t know what was next.
Shaylin stood and started to take her clothes off. We’ve seen each other’s bodies before. Trying on clothes when we shop, in the high school locker room after gym class, and things like that. This felt different. I watched her as each piece of clothing came off. When she dropped her panties, she exposed her thick black bush. It was at that point that I knew I wanted her. She knelt on the bed next to me and tore at my thong. I have very light hair down there, almost silky. You can barely see it. She touched it, running her fingers through it. I followed her lead, not knowing what to do next. I reached up and did the same. Her area was different from mine, very thick and coarse.
She whispered how beautiful I was and leaned into me, placing her hands on my knees and opening my legs. My eyes shut as her head lowered. The light touch of her tongue was amazing. I was experiencing a sensation that I had never had before. My body became limp as Shaylin started to become aggressive. The sound of her lapping and tasting me was all I could hear. I was building up, and I broke out into a sweat. Then it happened. It was as if a firecracker went off inside me. It wasn’t the first time I ever had an orgasm because I often masturbate, but it was certainly the best I’d ever had.
In all our years of friendship, we never crossed that line before. Now the genie is out of the bottle, and there is no turning back. I pushed her onto her back and imitated what she just did to me. The taste was surprisingly sweet. It wasn’t what I expected; it was better. Shaylin and I shared our bodies. As my tongue explored the jungle between her legs, I could hear her start to purr like a kitten. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right and started to pull away. She grabbed my hair and pulled me back into her and held me in place. I ran my tongue and lips up and down, and I started to nibble. Within minutes, she let out a scream and shook, and then it was over.
We lay there staring at the ceiling. My mind was racing. I was wondering, ‘Was this a one-time encounter, or would I share her bed again?’ She finally broke the silence by asking me if I would like to move in with her instead of staying on the couch. I wasn’t ready for a relationship, especially a lesbian affair. I love Shaylin, and I appreciate her kindness in letting me stay with her. I had to let her know that I didn’t want that, not yet anyway.
The next day, I packed everything I had at her apartment and moved back home. She wasn’t upset and understood. That was over a year ago. We are still best friends. We spent spring break together, traveling and speaking every day. To this day, we share everything, including a few men, and we still enjoy an occasional intimate encounter.
