My friend’s story of her first lesbian experience. It’s long and in 3 parts. But it’s fucking hot.

I really suggest you read the whole thing. She describes her emotions in a way that make me wet every time I read it. This all happened about 15 years ago.

This is a website me and some friends are starting. If you like it, we’d appreciate you leaving comments there and sharing. We love writing filthy stories. Hopefully we can find some folk who love to read them.

From [The Business Trip: Part 1](https://gasm.io/the-business-trip-part-1.html)

It turned out that she had a window and I was 2 seats away in the same row on the inside isle. It was a simple thing to switch seats with the gentleman sitting beside her. Now feeling like old friends re-uniting we joyfully took drinks from the stewardess, clicked glasses and chatted on.

I threw a blanket over her and suggested she try to sleep saying that I would try for a few winks myself. I dozed off with her still clutching my hand.

I love the kind of sleep which never feels terribly deep, but the dreams are vivid. For me, they involve all my senses, and sometimes I realize that I am dreaming and can take some degree of control. In this case I fell off and, in my dream, remained in my seat, but now I did have on a skirt. Neither of us had on hose and under the blanked.  In the dark our knees rubbed together. We had been looking at each other through much of our conversation, but now the looking *was* the conversation. We let go each other’s hands and slid them under the blanket. There we began toying with each other’s hems, lightly stroking each other’s thighs with the backs of our fingers. We played a little footsie. A sly, little secret smile crept onto her face. No one was taking any notice of us at all. I didn’t at first realize why, but she let down my tray table. Her smile got broader. I felt her pushing up my skirt. I had to lift my bum off the seat to help her and was shocked that I did so. And embarrassed. But when I sat back down it was with the hem around my waist and my legs spread as wide as the seat would allow. Her fingers traced the line of my pants, up over my thighs until she was gently following the line of my vulva. It was a monumental effort not to let out a gasp. I don’t know how log her fingers just went up and down along my little cleft. My eyes closed and I was in heaven. And then I felt a finger slip through and touch the warm, wet skin directly. It, at first followed the same path, up and down my wet lips. Then she began, very gently and slowly, working them apart. I thought I’d die and told her so. She smiled and winked. I closed my thighs together, her hand still between them and her finger now playing with my clit. Again it seemed blissfully endless.

“How long was I asleep?” I stuttered.

“Not long. About 10 or 15 minutes.”

“But,” she continued, “You seemed to be enjoying your dream. Hell, I was enjoying your dream.” She laughed.

I put my hands up to cover my face and tried to apologize. To make an excuse. To say the words that would make me not feel so guilty and foolish.

“It’s ok,” she said “it was a dream.”

From [The Business Trip: Part 2](https://gasm.io/the-business-trip-part-2.html)

I guess I looked like I might get angry again, so she continued, “You know I’m confused too. I consider myself straight. I like men. I like fucking men. And beyond a couple drunk nights flirting in the dorm I haven’t thought about a woman like this. I’m not trying to force myself on you. I mostly want to know if I’m the only one.”

My grip on her hand tightened, “No. You’re not.”

She came up to my room to watch a movie. We chose a porn. One of the actresses was wonderful. Her hips were nice and small but her waist smaller still, so her figure kept that lovely roundness. She looked to stand about 5 ft tall. Her breasts couldn’t have been terribly large. They looked like little grapefruits with truly beautiful and dark nipples. When she sat down in an armchair and spread her legs high and wide her completely shaved mound quite held my attention. It was very plump,  its shape surprised me. I loved the view of her inner labia peeking about ½ an inch out.

“OK, call me a big fat dyke, but that looks good enough to eat.” Said my friend.

Apart from bringing her glass to her lips every couple of minutes she didn’t move at all. We were both transfixed by the view of this little wonder fondling her nipples, her belly. I thought I’d faint when she slipped her whole body down a bit more which made her lips part a little showing us her moist inside and my first view of her brown little asshole. With both hands she spread her pussy wide and the camera moved in close. We could hear it as her fingers went to work. Rubbing, spreading, playing with her pink clit. And then slipping a finger in. It was mesmerizing. This bit didn’t go on for nearly long enough before the scene returned to the couple. Though he was now licking the other woman’s pussy, which was nice to watch but just not as captivating, our spell was broken.

“Yup, that was hot.” She said.

Of course it ends with a great story. Read all three parts at [The Business trip](https://gasm.io/tags/the-business-trip/)

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