The keys rattled in the doorknob as she struggled to turn the handle, completely distracted by the gentle hands clutching at every part of her body. She shivered, mostly from the cold, but also from the excitement of a new experience. Eventually the door flung open and they fell in, one landing on the other. They giggled in unison before helping each other up.
They stood for a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes. Rose could feel the liquor’s effect on her brain, just slightly, but she knew this was what she wanted. She smirked at her friend, a look of lust spread across her face. With a rush of movement, Amber had her pushed up against the wall. She kissed her passionately as her fingers ran through Rose’s curly, golden hair. Rose was in awe of this beautiful woman who stood before her. She had always been envious of her voluptuous friend, whose hair was lusciously bronze and her body, a perfect hourglass. Now, however, it merely turned her on, not a single jealous thought entered her mind.
Their lips connected softly. It was very different to kissing a man, and yet, much the same. Amber noticed how much tastier Rose’s lips were, cherry glazed and gentle. Their tongues moved in and out of each other’s mouths and every now and then, one would bite the other’s bottom lip, calmly, with no intent to make it bleed.
Amber pulled away for a moment and spoke in her soothing, feminine voice. “Shall we, ah, go to the bedroom?” She winked, and Rose nodded, chuckling.
Once the lamp had been switched on, they lay side-by-side on the bed and simply smiled at each other. Amber’s slender hand brushed a hair from Rose’s face, then stroked down her cheek to her lips, which she traced with the utmost delicacy. Rose breathed a sigh of satisfaction before pulling Amber towards her, yearning for their lips to connect again.
For both girls, these kisses were as if all the lights had suddenly been turned on. They had previously been in a dark, dank basement as they made their way through man after man, but now, unexpectedly, they had been given the light to make their way out. They were up the staircase and in the living room, a warm fire blazing and nothing but pleasant feelings encompassing them both.
As they kissed, Rose put a hand up Amber’s shirt and tenderly fondled her bosom. The touch made Amber’s hairs stand on end and her nipples hardened. They removed each other’s shirts and bras. They had seen each other naked hundreds of times, and yet it had never occurred to the two how thrilled it made each of them. They took a moment and looked at their bodies. Amber’s slim, pale waist, with large breasts and pink nipples, and Rose’s more shapely body, with similarly sized breasts, but nipples that were closer to skin colour. When rubbed, however, they flushed a shade that matched her name.
Amber’s hand wandered from Rose’s torso to beneath her skirt, where she felt the smoothness of Rose’s recently waxed lady parts. Rose’s hand stopped Amber’s momentarily, but the look on Amber’s face reassured her that there was nothing to worry about. In a swift movement, they each removed their skirts and underwear, revealing their equally smooth pubic regions. Amber slid a finger inside of Rose, feeling and gathering the wetness, then moved her finger to the clitoris. She rubbed gently, careful not to hurt her friend, who was quietly moaning with pleasure. After flicking for some time whilst watching Rose, Amber began to kiss her neck. She occasionally bit gently too, her free hand pulling Rose’s hair as well as feeling her body. Amber began kissing further down, she sucked hard on a nipple and flicked her tongue, feeling it stiffen. She then kissed the stomach, the hips, and the thighs.
Amber moved both hands to be interlocking fingers with Rose, as she let her tongue taste the flesh between her friend’s legs. Rose shuddered as Amber’s tongue tickled her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Amber knew exactly how to make Rose feel good because she too was a woman. She just did what she knew she herself would enjoy. That involved a lot of focus on the clitoris, but as she felt her friends juices seeping out, she pushed a strong finger back inside and moved it a way that felt amazing to Rose, whose moans grew louder and whose fingers had now entwined themselves in Amber’s hair. Rose began shaking as Amber sped up her licking and fingering, she was screaming by this stage, and muttering “ugh fuck” under her breath. Amber continued at a fast pace, knowing her friend would soon reach climax. Rose pulled Amber’s hair tightly as she let out a final scream, squirted, and trembled all over. Amber lifted her head and looked at Rose, grinning. Rose took several minutes recovering from this most exhilarating experience, before motioning that she would do the same for Amber.
“Uh-uh, honey, tonight was all about you.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3hk7dj/posting_my_nonredditor_friends_first_ff
No.
‘Bosom’? Oh, come on. Just because it’s two women doesn’t mean it has to be the most flowery, formal and feminine language ever.
She’s flowery as hell man.