I first met Sarah when I was eleven, almost immediately we became good friends. If you asked anyone who knew us they would say we were inseparable, it was when we turned sixteen which things began to change.
We were at the age where we were interested in the boys or so I thought. I didn’t take much of a fancy to them instead I turned my attention towards girls, especially Sarah, I had felt this way for a long time but never spoke of it to Sarah but it would not be long before I would have my first encounter of many.
“Hey Sarah I wanted to tell you something,” my voice shook with every word I knew she could see that this was serious.
“Out with it then I can tell your nervous so do it quickly so we can get to the hugging.”
“I’m…” Oh god, the words wouldn’t form in my mind.
I took a sharp breath and spoke with renewed confidence at the sight of Sarah trying to comfort me.
“…a lesbian and I have wanted to tell you for so long but was scared you would take it negatively.”
“Hun you’re crazy we are dam near inseparable the odds of me having a problem with you are astronomically low.”
“So tell me do you fancy your chances with any of the girls?” Sarah seemed to look at me with both sympathy and acceptance as I stuttered out my answer
“You’re probably gonna laugh at me but I kinda like you.”
“I mean having a girl who cares about me so much will certainly have that effect on anyone.”
Surprisingly Sarah replied, “You’re kidding, aren’t you? I mean why would you be interested in me I’m somewhat? Let’s say inferior to other girls. I don’t have their looks or overt slutiness which seems to attract so many of the boys.”
I quietly thought to myself about a response to such an out-of-character remark hoping I could both, compliment my best friend and make her consider a little experimentation with me.
“Well let’s see. Those girls you’re refering to have little to no self-respect so can get away with such behaviour and also seem to enough makeup on to put even the Kardashians to shame in what they wear.”
“I like you because you’re reserved and show consideration in your interactions instead of throwing yourself at every boy that you come across.” After my last comment, Sarah stared at my eyes. She seemed almost mesmerised by what I have said.
“Well then if that is what you believe then I will not argue.”
She planted a delicate kiss upon my tender lips. At the slight contact I immediately turn shades of red I didn’t know possible.
“What are you doing I thought you were only interested in guys?”
“I’m simply showing my love to you in a way which any person should understand.”
After that comment, I decided it was better not to argue lest I push away my crush so eager to do this. She then proceeded to move close to me, embracing me so tightly that I could feel her heartbeat, she then began to move her hands up my shirt slowly bringing it over my head until I sat, my plump breasts nestled into a lace bra on display for her to see.
She grinned staring at my chest while wrapping her arms around me to unclasp my bra. In one fluid motion, my breasts were exposed and the bra lay on the floor. Sarah continued staring this time watching my exposed nipples begin to stick out from the excitement.
I reached out with both hands going for her shirt but she stopped me with one look.
I could tell that she wanted to do this her way, I had no reason to fight, so I retracted my arms and reached one hand into my pants. I could tell that in such a short time I was already dripping wet driven insane by every touch placed upon my body.
Sarah could see my reaction to this and proceeded to reward me by lifting her shirt and removing her bra quickly so that her incredible breasts were on display as she moved to dump her clothes. She stood removing the tight shorts that so tightly gripped her ass. As she removed her panties I could see that she was no better than I, once again awash, it was then which she leaned forwards silently commanding me.
So I complied moving my head at an angle so I could feast on her. My tongue darted about slipping inside and out and moving upwards to rest on her most sensitive of areas sending waves of pleasure rippling through her whole body. Just from my brief touch, I could tell she was close to orgasm. I had imagined this scenario a million times, driving my love to the brink and keeping them there until I heard them beg my name to give them such a sweet release.
“Please! Please! Please I can’t take it I need to cum.” As she pleaded I felt my hair pull a little gripped between her fingers pulling me in closer allowing me to drink her juices as they exploded onto my face moans filled the air. The liquid was sweet and I consumed every last drop in excitement.
Now that I had driven her crazy it was her turn and I was at her every whim.
She suddenly tore through my clothes leaving only a pair of panties covering next to nothing her fingers moved forwards removing them and so easily slid into my wet slit in doing so I immediately screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain they began moving in and out as another hand moved to clutch my breast delicately the simple touch of her fingers sent unimaginable amounts of pleasure through me.
After mere seconds, I came moans of pleasure escaping me as I climaxed.
“Well that was amazing and I didn’t realise you knew how to do that to girls especially when it is both of our first times.”
“Well porn is certainly a good way of learning techniques, and they certainly seemed to work on you.”
After our first time, we lay there embracing each other sound asleep dreaming of our next intimate meetings.