Hooking up with my best friend [FF]

Not sure how this got so long, sorry. This happened super recently and I’m still soaked when I think about it.

Background: I came out to my husband, friends, and family as bi about 3 years ago. Recently, my husband and I decided to spice things up by allowing each of us respectively to hookup with other women within certain limitations. My husband and I are friends with another couple and have been close with them for a long time. I was friends with the woman, Hannah, for years before she met her husband and consider her my best friend. We both got married relatively young (we’re both 22) and our husbands are good friends now too. The four of us hang out often, and sometimes just me and her will hang out or just our husbands will. I’ve always thought she was the hotter of the two of us – light brown bordering blonde hair, dark brown eyes, and an amazing body. She’s a perfect hourglass whereas I have more butt than boobs, but both of us have relatively small waists. If you missed my last story, I have long, dark hair and green eyes, with C cup breasts and a plump ass.

Our husbands were on a boys trip with another friend of theirs, so to curb any loneliness we had a sleepover and did our typical girly things – face masks, ordering food in, watching a movie together. We were sitting in my living room in our pjs (t-shirts and short shorts) when this happened. We talk about everything, and at one point when I was editing my Tinder (which I’ve been using to find women to hook up with) we got to talking about who we’d slept with before we married our husbands. She had a more extensive list than I do, but I happened to have two women on mine.

“I’ve never been with another girl,” she said, “I’ve always wondered what it was like to at least make out with one but the opportunity never really presented itself.”

“Yeah, I mean you kind of have to be looking for it.” I shrugged it off.

I’ve always found Hannah attractive. We’ve changed in front of each other and she’s certainly hard to keep my eyes off of, but I would never pursue anything with her – we’re best friends, why ruin that?

“See, now I want to. I’m not gonna make a Tinder though, that would be dumb if I’m just trying to make out.”

“Would Jason even be okay with that?” I asked.

“He wouldn’t care at all! You’re pretty, can I just make out with you?”

We both laughed out loud.

“I’m only half joking.” She pressed on.

At this point, I’m realizing just how close together we’re sitting. I’m suddenly conscious of the fact that our legs are touching. She places a hand on my knee.

“Seriously?” I ask, practically whispering, tilting my head to one side.

“Yeah.” She whispers, and leans in.

I kiss her gently, not really sure if it’s really happening. Once, twice, then a third time. I put my hands on the spot where her waist dips in and she wraps her arm around my neck, climbing on top of my lap. We kiss more intensely. She licks my lips and before I know it, our tongues are playing together. I bite down on her lip and pull her closer by the waist.

“What is happening?” I whisper when we stop for a second.
“Don’t pretend like you haven’t thought about this before.” She says, kissing me again.

I caress her sides, still kissing her, moving my hand down to her ass, grabbing at it through her shorts. She gets up, and I’m suddenly worried I took it too far, cursing in my head. But instead of saying anything, she takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom. *Oh, okay then.*

She climbs onto my bed and turns the lamp on my nightstand on, casting an ambiance over the room. I climb on too, sitting on my knees in between her legs, which are slightly spread. I run my hand up the outside of her thigh to her hip. I tug at the bottom of her t-shirt.

“Wanna take this off?” I ask.
“Only if you take off yours too.”

We both take our t-shirts off and continue kissing. I can feel my nipples touching hers and it’s a soft, sexy sensation. I’m not sure at this point how far this is going to go. She said she just wanted to make out but we’re both topless so I’m thinking that’s out the window by now.

I slide my hand down to the band of her shorts and into them, where I can feel that she isn’t wearing panties.

“Is this okay?” I ask, moving my fingers down to feel that her bald pussy lips are now wet.

“Yeah.” She says, kissing me further as my finger makes contact with her clit. As I rub it, she moans into my kisses and starts kissing down my neck. At some point she just decided to take her shorts off and I took mine off as well.

I kiss down her shoulders to her tits while I rub her clit. She’s got her hands all over my body, caressing from my waist to my ass and my thighs, working her way slowly back up my inner thighs but never quite getting to where I am dripping. *What a tease.* I move downwards on her body, until my head is between her legs, increasing my speed on her clit with one hand and gently pressing a finger into her with the other. I find her g spot and rub it while rubbing her clit. Her moans are getting louder but before she can orgasm, I slow down.

“Why are you stopping?” She asks, “Don’t stop.”

“I want to eat you out.” I say, kissing up her thighs before stopping short.
She hesitates, seeming a bit apprehensive.
“Fuck it, do whatever you want to me.” I didn’t need any further convincing and start lapping at her pussy. It’s so cliche to say but it was delicious. My tongue played with her clit and within 5 minutes she was saying how close she was. I picked up the speed and felt her body shake with orgasm.

As soon as she’s done, I lay beside her, just sort of watching her recover. At this point, I am soaking wet and I’m almost positive she doesn’t want to reciprocate anything – which is fine. It would be great if she did, but it’s her first time with another woman and I expected absolutely nothing. I was fine with just finishing myself off. She surprises me by climbing on top of me.

“You want more of that already?” I say, teasingly.

“It’s your turn now.” She says before she starts kissing down my body. She stops before her mouth reaches my dripping wet pussy.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I say, stroking her hair.

“No,” she says, “I want to taste you.”

*Oh, fuck.* She proceeds to go to town on my pussy with her tongue, and I’m almost surprised she’s never done this before.

“Fuuuuuck, Hannah, that’s so good.” I moan. She runs her hands up my body while she licks, playing with my nipple between her fingers.

She kisses her way back up my body, making her way to my mouth. I can taste myself on her tongue when she kisses me.

I get on top of her, intertwining our legs so that our cunts are touching, and start grinding as I kiss her. Admittedly, I’d never scissored before, and I know not everyone likes it, but it was certainly doing it for me. Both of us were moaning into each other and it was so, so hot. We stopped and she made her way down so that my hips were positioned above her face and resumed licking my pussy, telling me how good I tasted. I came within minutes.

“Fuck.” I said, afterwards, laying down. “Was today the first time you thought about sleeping with me?”

“No.” She admitted, with a smirk. “It’s crossed my mind regularly since you came out.”

I laughed, “I figured as much”.

We talked about it later and agreed to keep it between the two of us for now, since she wasn’t sure how her husband would react to more than kissing. My husband would know I slept with someone but I wouldn’t say it was her, as per the terms of our agreement. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but whatever happens will be so, so worth it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7s98o8/hooking_up_with_my_best_friend_ff