It’s a bit of a long one, and there’s some backstory, scroll to —- to go straight for the sex!
As a teenager I never thought too much about my sexuality – if I did, I assumed I was straight and that was that. I definitely liked guys, there was no question about that. I could appreciate an attractive woman, but I didn’t have any particular romantic feelings in that direction.
When I started watching porn however, it was only really girl-on-girl that got me off. I had little interest in looking at cocks, and still don’t get off on watching seemingly endless blowjobs (unless it’s guy/guy, but that’s a different topic entirely). Occasionally my masturbation fantasies would spread into girl on girl, never any girl in particular, but enough to spark my curiosity.
When I was around 19, for a while there was a girl in our pub friendship group, G, who we knew was bisexual. Not entirely sure how we became friends with her, but for a few months she became a fixture of our nights out and was always a good laugh. She was attractive, slimmer than me with big brown eyes and long wavy brown hair, smallish boobs and maybe two inches or so taller than me, about 5’8” IIRC. For info, at the time I was slim but curvy, big boobs and a bigger arse, also with long wavy brown hair.
It was common knowledge for a little while that she had a thing for my best friend B, although B didn’t reciprocate those feelings. Whether something happened there, B never said, but it was clear that there wasn’t going to be anything ongoing coming out of G’s interest in her. I didn’t fancy G particularly, but a part of me was a little jealous that it was B she wanted, not me – who doesn’t want to be desirable?
One night we’d been out for a while and by the end of the night everyone was drunk and planning our taxis or walks home. G offered to let me crash at her place, as she lived closer to town (she didn’t) and being vaguely curious I took her up on the offer.
Back at hers we stayed up chatting and drinking for a while longer, about nothing in particular. She asked me if I was into girls and I explained that I’d never been with a girl before (I’d kissed plenty though, as that’s just want my friends and I all did), that I didn’t think I was into women, but I was a little curious. The conversation moved on and eventually we headed to bed, and she gave me some of her pyjamas to wear.
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We went to bed perfectly innocently, cuddled up with me as big spoon and my arm around her. After some time lying there quietly, she took my hand and slowly moved it up her torso, under her shirt to rest on her bare boob. I started running my fingers over her skin, exploring her breasts, and savouring the feel of her beneath my hand. I made little circles with my fingertips around her nipples, just grazing them and feeling them stiffen.
Once I’d graced almost every inch of her chest with light, feathery strokes, I grew a little bolder, my touch a little firmer, a gentle pinch of her nipples, a grope of her boob, until I slid my hand back up onto her side to turn her around.
She turned to face me, looking me in the eyes before leaning in to kiss me for the first time. What started softly quickly became more passionate, her hand moving to unbutton the silky bedshirt she’d given me to wear. Once she’d freed my tits, she grabbed them, massaging a little roughly as she moved her hands all over, as though trying to touch as much of them at once as possible (small hands + big boobs makes this a bit of a challenge!).
With my inexperience, she knew she had to take the lead, and it didn’t take long before she replaced her hands with her mouth, her lips and tongue teasing my nipples just as my fingers had done to hers.
Never taking her mouth from my chest, she slid her hand beneath the silky pyjama shorts to find my trimmed pubic hair covering my increasingly wet pussy. Her fingers slipped between my folds for the first time, making me gasp and open my legs wider for her.
She started gently stroking my clit with her fingers, and I placed my hand on her jaw to encourage her to lift her head from my chest to meet me in a kiss. We alternated between kissing and looking into each other’s eyes while she played with my pussy, the first girl to ever touch me in such an intimate way. She was looking into my eyes when she slid her finger inside for the first time, quickly followed by a second.
She moved her fingers rhythmically inside my, curling and uncurling to reach the most pleasurable spot as my breath became more ragged. Keen to reciprocate I slipped my own hand inside her knickers, getting my first touch of another woman’s pussy. With nothing to guide me other than my own masturbation I started making light circles around her clit, varying the pressure to tease her the way I like. My fingers would dip to her opening to gather a little of her wetness then back up to glide over her clitoris, rubbing up and down a little faster whenever she whispered that I was hitting the right spot.
So we lay there, on our sides, fingering each other and kissing, until she slipped her fingers out of my pussy to push me onto my back and slid down the best until her head was level with my crotch. Pushing my legs up and back, she was looking me in the eye when her mouth make contact, separating my pussy lips with a long slow swipe of her tongue. She sucked my clit into her mouth gently, before settling into a rhythm with her tongue.
Back then I was never sure what to do when someone was giving me head, what my hands should be doing or how my face should look when they looked up at me, so it wasn’t long before I was pulling her back up to my level so I could take my turn.
Again, this was new territory for me, but plenty of time watching girl-on-girl porn and a vague knowledge of what I enjoyed guided me as I explored her pussy with her mouth, and my fingers.
We played like this a while longer, taking turns to touch, lick, squeeze, grope, suck and play with each other, until we went to sleep.
After only a few hours sleep we woke, feeling groggy from the night before, and she asked how I was feeling. I’d enjoyed myself, but I didn’t think girls were for me, I told her. She said it was a shame, because I was a natural (ha), but she understood. I dressed and we went our separate ways.
The aftermath:
Within two minutes of leaving, she text me to say she’d like to meet up again. After three more similar messages that hour, I replied to say that I was flattered, but that I wasn’t interested. The messages continued, with phone calls, borrowing other phones when after repeated polite refusals I stopped answering and responding. Within days she had spread rumours among our friendship group, inventing things I’d said about my friends apparently behind their backs.
It turns out G had already called out a reputation among the group, so they were happy to believe my side of the story and we never hung out with her again.
It’s a shame things ended the way they did, but it didn’t take long before I was drunkenly experimenting again, and I’m now happy to say the days of believing myself straight are definitely over…
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kxhofl/my_first_ff_experience_with_a_friend
Well written and beautiful. Yes more please