“Oh you’re here!”, my best friend, Joy exclaims as she opens the door. I smile and let my eyes take her in. Her bright eyes seem to twinkle. Long dark lashes that graze those lovely high cheekbones when she blinks. Her soft lips stretched into that familiar grin. Her long dark hair piled messily onto her head, leaving her broad shoulders bare. Her breasts, rounded and perky; they look like they would fit the palm of my hand perfectly. Her nipples visible through her thin shirt as they pebble in the cool night’s air. She’s wearing shorts, so her long legs are left bare.
She clears her throat, snapping me out of my reverie.
“Are you going to come in?”
“Right”
I follow her into the house, and I’m greeted warmly by her parents. I’ve known them for so long we’re practically family.
“She’s my friend not yours”, Joy tells her parents. They laugh as she pushes me impatiently toward her bedroom.
I set my bag down on the floor, then watch as she closes the door. The way her full bottom sways as she walks to the door… The extra inches of her thigh that I see when she stretches up to lock it… A small part of me begins to dread the night ahead. Sleeping next to her… I’d have to resist the temptation to touch her as she inches closer to me in her sleep, seeking the warmth of my body.
“I’m going to get something to drink and snack on. Do you want something as well?”
“Just some water…”
“We have mangoes…”
I glance up at her, my eyes lighting up. Of course she’d remember my fondness for the fruit. Joy smiles amusedly and leads me to the kitchen. She hands me a glass of cool water, which I gulp down eagerly and fetches two mangoes from the fridge. They look fresh and ripe. Juicy. She puts them on two plates and sets them on the table and turns to get a knife. I pick up a mango and start gently squeezing and rolling it between my palms, softening the pulp within.
“Don’t you want me to cut it?”
“Hm? No… I prefer eating them whole”
“Okay…”
I wait, idly pressing my mango with my thumbs as I watch her carefully cut the mango, the knife slicing the flesh off of the seed. She cuts it up into smaller pieces and uses the knife to take off the skin. She reaches across the table to pick up a fork and spears a piece, then looks at me expectantly. *Right. I need to eat too. Not just stare at her* , I think. I pick off the stem of my mango with my nails, creating a small hole in the skin. I lift the mango to my mouth, wrap my lips around the hole and squeeze the mango. The cool, sweet pulp fills my mouth.
“Mmmm”
I don’t even notice her watching me, her fork hovering before her lips, as I drain the mango of its pulp.
“I still don’t get why you eat it like that,” she says. “It’s so messy”
“Mhmm and that makes it all the more fun… You should try it”
I grin at her, sucking the sweet juice off of my fingers. She rolls her eyes and returns to her mango. Once I can’t get any more pulp, I tear open the mango and start to suck any flesh that remains on the seed. She watches me as I strip it bare, pushing the seed into my mouth and using my teeth to scrape off every bit of flesh I can get. Once I’m done doing the same to the torn skin, I sit back and lick my lips, then suck the juice off of my fingers. By the time I’m done, she’s spearing the last piece of mango from her plate. I watch her chew it carefully and swallow.
“God, you even got some on your neck”, she says, laughing.
She gets up and walks over to me. I tense as her gentle fingers wipe the juice off of my neck and collarbone. Her proximity is heavenly. I can smell her sweet perfume. Since I’m sitting and she’s standing, her lovely breasts are at level with my face, tempting me to kiss and suck on their soft flesh…
“You really love your mangoes…”, she says, clearly amused.
“I do”, I reply, grinning. “Did you know it’s in kama sutra?” it’s called ‘Amrachushita”.
“Shhh”, Joy yelped. “We can’t talk about things like that… especially not in the kitchen”
“Let’s go back to my room”, she says. I snap out of my daze, hoping that she doesn’t notice that my face is now red.
“Sure…”
I follow her back to her room, sighing. It’s going to be a long night.
***
As the night progresses, I soon forget about everything. We have a lot of fun, laughing and talking, singing along terribly out of tune to our favourite songs and watching funny movies and videos. Soon her parents go to sleep, and we’re confined to her room. We lie down, talking in hushed voices. It’s always the late night talks that get… interesting.
We’re graduating soon, so our conversation turns to college and what we would like to explore when we get there. Eventually, we’re talking about dating and whether we would have sex in college. The both of us agree that we’ve been restricted too much, and that college would be the perfect place to start figuring out what we like.
“What’s your type?”, I ask, curious.
“Hm… I don’t know. I feel like… As long as he’s nice and/or looks good I’ll be into him… Yours?”
“Well… I feel like I’m more drawn to personality… if I find someone’s personality attractive, I find their physique attractive, you know?”
“Hm… Do you think you’ll have a serious relationship or just date around?”
“Hard to say. I think I’ll date around casually but if I find a keeper I’ll keep them you know?”
She nods, giggling.
“So… Tell me, where did you read this Kama Sutra business?”
“Amrachushita?” It means ‘sucking clean a mango stone,” I explain.
“Well you certainly got that in spades,” she laughs.
“I wonder what it’s really like to suck cock though?’ I muse, the conversation taking an unusual turn.
“Is it weird that I want to suck a cock?”, she asks.
I laugh. “No, no it isn’t. I think that sounds hot too.”
“I read a Taoist yoga poem about blowjobs that said:
‘Man is hard like metal she is flexible like water
This softness is her power flows around him, swallowing him,
Hardening his erection but softening him elsewhere’”
She laughs: “Doesn’t it spurt semen though I mean would you want that in your mouth”.
I plead ignorance but suggest that it might be worth a try.
“I suppose we’ll have to learn about fucking, did Kama Sutra say much about that?
“Ah well yeah, a little bit”, I lied. “64 positions but I don’t think it needs to be that complicated though”
“I’ve heard there’s a whole lot of kinky shit people do out there…”
“Huh?”
“Do you think you’ll do kinky stuff at college? “, Joy asks.
“Like what?” I nearly gasp, my mind awash with all sorts of things
“I don’t know… something like getting spanked could be hot, but otherwise…”
“Yeah, spanking sounds hot, ” I reply, a bit relieved that that was all she meant.
“I also like the idea of being tied up and blindfolded…”
She looks at me, surprised. I bite my lip, wondering if I’d said too much. She laughs and brushes it off.
“I don’t know about that”.
Emboldened by the conversation, and figuring it might be the only time we talk like this I ask:
“Do you ever feel horny?” I ask.
“No”, she replies, quickly. She looks flustered. “Well yes… Not often”
I press on: “Do you ever… play with yourself?”
“I… I don’t really know what to do” she stutters. But it’s not exactly a “no”.
“Really? You’ve never touched yourself at all. I first did it when I was about 14″
The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could pause to think. All the talk of sex and potential kinks got me… excited. I flush, wondering what to do next.
“You… Play with yourself?”
“Sometimes”, I mutter, suddenly embarrassed.
Joy bites her lip, looking uncertain. I open my mouth to apologise, but she cuts me off.
“I just don’t know what to do – can you explain it to me?
I tried to explain about the clitoris and how I rubbed it, and how you got wet and could touch your lips…
“Can you just,,, show me what you do…?”
‘What?’ My mind reeled. It was my turn to be shocked. Masturbate in front of my straightest bestest friend who I’d been crushing on for years?! It was too much – and too exciting at the same time.
“Show me what to do…” she repeated, nervously
I guess…. If you really want me to.. Ermmm… How exactly do we do this?”
“Just show me what you do – when you… do it?”
I get up and take my shorts off, laughing nervously as I trip over myself. She has seen me in my panties many times before, but this is different – undressing for her. She’s watching my every move. I lean back and get comfortable and she sits in front of me. I close my eyes, hoping that not seeing her big brown eyes looking right at me would make me less nervous. It doesn’t. I can feel her eyes on my face – my large thinly covered breasts – and her eyes following my hand down as it closes on the elastic waist of my panties.
I begin tracing the outline of my lips through my panties – moistening then. I am pretty sure they are visible in any case. She watches intently. I open my legs wider and tease myself at the point where the lace edge meets my leg – or between my leg. Then back up to press my clit with two fingers. Squirming I can feel my nipples harden and my breathing increase. I can sense she notices too.
“And do you just touch over your panties?” she asks.
“Uhhh no, well not usually, you can if you want but…”
“Can you show me exactly…?”
I let my hand slip into my panties covering my bare pussy with my hand and squeezing. I can feel her eyes almost penetrating the thin covering of lace. I open my lips a little – a little more and then slide up to find my clit. Despite my nervousness and hers, I’m dripping wet. Somehow having her watch me play seemed to make something I thought was impossible seem possible, and it was enough to have me… Excited.
“I focus here – on my clit usually…”
I spread my legs apart more – the smell of arousal fills the room. My fingers are slowly rubbing little circles on my clit, teasing as my arousal builds, I feel her eyes tracing the circular movements. She begins to relax, uncrossing her legs – her foot bushes my calf. It’s like an electric shock straight to my clit. I soon begin to lose myself as waves of pleasure begin to radiate through my body.
Occasionally, I let my eyes open ever so slightly, sneaking peeks at her through my eyelashes without her noticing, then quickly squeezing my eyes shut and taking deep breaths so I don’t come undone under her intense gaze. She transfixed on my hand – her nipples poke through. The next time I look her hand has made its way down to her panties.
I watch wondering what she will do. I moan softly – hoping to encourage her – willing her hand lower. Moans escape my lips as I rub a little faster. I am getting closer…
I snap out of it as she lets out a frustrated whine: “It’s not fair”
“What’s…wrong?”, I ask, trying and failing to not sound too breathy. I look at her. She’s looking at me with those big brown eyes. Curious. Wanting something.
“It’s just…”, Joy flushes, embarrassed. “I’ve been trying to… copy you. But…well it’s not working the same. I can’t really tell what you’re doing. I don’t even know where my clit is really.”
I pause and take her hand, it’s almost trembling. “I’ve had more practice so it doesn’t take as long”. I didn’t mention that having her watching me helped the process enormously.
“Where have you been touching?”
“Just here…”
She flushes a bit as I watch her rub clumsily between her legs. I laugh nervously.
“I can’t really tell what you’re doing. You just need to find your clit…”
“Well I’m not sure what I am looking for… could you show…?”
“Could I what?” I asked, thinking I had misheard her question.
She turned red. “Could you show me where yours is?”
I was a bit shocked. She wasn’t generally very forward. It was my turn to blush. I giggle nervously – even though part of me is thrilled.
I slide my panties off, revealing my shaved pussy. I hear her let out a soft gasp, which makes me blush further.
“Wow, you’re completely shaved. Well it makes it easier to see…”
I blush and let my fingers part my pussy lips to reveal my swollen, hooded clit.
“It’s right at the top where your lips join”, I say awkwardly. “It’s a bit like a pea and you can move it under your fingers”.
I lay back and just let her watch. It’s strangely exciting having my bestie staring at my naked pussy, watching me do something so intimate, so private… And now we were in that space together… Well almost.
I watch her through lidded eyes as she slips her hand back into her panties, probing between her lips. She strokes and fondles herself, starting to relax a bit. It doesn’t take me long to get back to where I left off. And I can tell that she’s starting to enjoy the feeling too. I lean into them, dropping my head back.
“It happens so quickly for you, what am I doing wrong?”
“Nothing, just give it time. I’ve been… practicing for ages and you just started and everyone’s different.
“It feels like there’s a lot of lumps and bumps. Maybe there’s something wrong with me.”
I kneel up and reach across to her – resting my hand on her shoulder. I resist the urge to cup her face and kiss her. Instead I reach down between her legs and cover her hand with mine – outside her panties. An odd way to touch and reassure someone.
“I’m sure you’re fine”
“You don’t know for sure”
“Well get those panties off and let me take a look” I suggest rather more pointedly than I intended.
She glances at the door to make sure it’s locked and slips then her coloured panties down her long tan legs, blushing. “I’m not shaved like you”.
“What does that matter?” I am a bit surprised at how full her bushy pubes are.
“Start again’ I say. She reaches down awkwardly and I slip my hand over hers. I hear her inhale sharply as my hand presses over hers, just feeling how she is doing.
“How does it feel?” I ask
“Nice” she replies, “but not like it seems to be for you”.
“Don’t worry about that, you have to find your own way”
She spreads her legs to give me more room. I use her fingers to spread her pubic hair, then her plump lower lips. I press her fingertips gently at her opening. It’s so moist – even my fingers are covered with her juices. *Well no problems there* I think to myself.
“Lovely” I whisper. “Now just spread your wetness around – up between your lips”
“Uh huh” she whimpers as I slide her fingers up. I can feel her breathing quicken. I repeat the same motion letting her pussy get nice and wet. Her nipples harden and her chest rises and falls more sharply.
I slide her fingers up to the top of her lips, and reach the nub of her clit. She gasps.
“Right there”, I murmur. I use one of her fingertips and ask how it feels as I use her fingers to rub the hood. She gasps “that’s nice”. I slide her finger further down, so the tip of her finger is pressed against her bare clit. She jumps at the sensation.
She whimpers as I trace slow, light circles over her clit with her fingers. She arches her back, tilting her hips to press into them. I pull away, warm and flustered from touching her.
“I think you got it now” I said. I lay back, our legs intertwined. She looked at me: “Does that feel good?”
“Mhmmm”, she murmured, half to herself.
“It’s not a race just… have fun.
I watch her now – she presses lightly into her clit to apply some more pressure and her hips start grinding into her hand.
“I make myself cum like this. It’s the easiest way. For some reason I favour the left side… Just keep at it, vary the tempo and pressure. Rub small circles on your clit. Always start slow…”
I watch as more of her awkwardness dissolves as her temperature rises. I can smell her arousal as she explores herself.
“Just take it slow and see where it feels best. When you really get into it, try to focus on those parts that feel best – vary the speed and pressure and you’ll feel it start to build’
I start to touch myself again. I try to go more slowly, and not let the excitement of watching her pleasure herself get to me. Her pretty face periodically lights up as she finds her sensitive spots, her legs moving further apart as she works herself into a lather. She’s getting quite creamy.
We sit back and watch each other…Her eyes trace my rounded curves and large breasts under my thin black tank top and my hand, moving slowly over my shaved pussy. Mine take in her striking features, the lovely little swells of her breasts poking through her patterned t-shirt, and watch the movements of her hand become less clumsy with each second.
I can see she has found her rhythm; she’s getting closer with each second. She opens her eyes, her body awash with new sensations. Her are filled with something like gratitude… Then something I’ve never seen in those eyes – a hunger. Lust. The air between us grows heavy as our scents mingle.
She is soon close, gasping and moaning, on the edge, experiencing her own body in a new way. Its incredibly erotic to share that usually private moment with my best friend. I take the risk of leaning over her – not wanting to break the spell – but she is so close to the edge she no longer notices or cares. I whisper quietly to her. “Let go” and give her a kiss on the neck. My lips barely brush her soft skin, but it’s enough – her orgasm spreads from beneath her hand upward in waves over her belly, her breasts undulate, her neck arches and she moans, her thighs clench and her toes curl. She thrusts up at her own hand – riding it for all its worth.
She looks up at me. Blissed out. she smiles, her eyes smoking.
‘Seems to be working OK’ I say teasingly, smiling back at her.
She almost laughs.
‘Once you are in that zone – you can keep going and have more than one. Five is my record but they tend to blend into one long buzz… Take your time and do what feels good. Don’t push yourself. It’s not a competition”
‘Did you cum just now?’ She asks, not nearly as coy now.
“Ummm I guess not, I got caught up watching you enjoy yourself.”
‘Well that’s not very fair. I mean you’ve seen me cum, but I haven’t seen you.’
“It’s fine,” I say, genuinely happy to have just shared that moment with her.
‘I don’t think so,’ she replies. Her first orgasm seems to have emboldened her.
I gasp in surprise as she reaches over timidly, cups my bald pussy.
“Does it feel strange with no hair, down there” she asks, as if it was the most normal question in the world.
“Ummmmm well you get used to it I guess. Takes some maintenance though’ I smile up at her now.
‘Well makes things easier to find’ she says, taking two fingers and rubbing slow circles on my clit.
“It’s right there I can see, how does that feel – ok?”
Her touch is light and uncertain. I moan as she finds the spot.
“Yeah… right there… a bit more pressure though…”
She complies, studying me as her fingers dance over my clit. I let out a soft moan, her fingers began to rub more quickly on my clit. I’m already soaking her fingers.
It’s hard to believe it’s happening. My innocent best friend is now stroking my clit. Fortunately before I can think too much about it, she finds that spot again. I arch my back and hips up at her probing hand. “That’s it, right there” I moan, pushing up at her fingers.
I stare up into her beautiful dark eyes, she smiles – it’s almost as if she likes feeling in control for the first time. She works me into quite a lather and then leans in kissing my neck – “Now you let go for me” she says, nipping gently at my neck
The effect is immediate as I moan deeply and start cumming against her hand. I ride one wave, but she doesn’t stop, I look up at her – almost helpless – not that I was trying to escape, she smiles again – but doesn’t stop. I cum again and again, it’s glorious, I try now to stifle my moans which are getting louder. She re-doubles her efforts – it’s as if she wants me to scream the house down. I have no choice but to follow her hand and my pussy through another orgasm. She stops…
“Well. That was truly a sight to behold”, she says, grinning.
I feel almost teary – being so close to her. I put my hand behind her head and brought her face towards mine. She doesn’t resist as I press my lips to hers – I tease the side of her mouth with my tongue and she opens wide for me – tongues duelling in our mouths.
‘Thank you for sharing that” she says, earnestly, as if it wasn’t as much my pleasure as hers.
“Would you like me to show you another way to cum?” I asked, feeling pretty emboldened by her growing confidence.
“I have also read Ratirahasya. It’s a bit like Kama Sutra and it gives 8 different techniques for Auparishtaka – or pleasuring with one’s mouth. I count on my fingers: licking the clitoris with the tongue, trailing up and down the clitoral hood, licking in tiny circles, probing deeping with the tongue inside her. It is said to be irresistible if someone sucks your lips and clitoris into their mouth.”
She whimpers and nods. I crawl in between her legs.
Watching her carefully, I lean in and gently blow on her glistening pussy. She whimpers.
“Stop me if I do anything you don’t like, okay?”
She nods. I lower my mouth to her pussy and run my tongue along her slit, pushing aside the fur. Fuck. She tastes better than I’d imagined. She moans, begging me to continue. I bury my mouth in her sweet pussy. Her heavenly scent fills my nostrils. My tongue licks around her wet opening, then my lips latch onto the swollen bud of her clit. She moans, her hips lifting to push her pussy into my mouth, her hands pushing my head down. I suck on her clit, making her cry out. Her heels dig into my back as she attempts to pull me closer. As her orgasm subsides. I free myself from her grip and look at her, her juices coating my nose and lips. She’s panting and whimpering.
“Can I put my finger inside you?”
She nods “Be gentle”. I use one hand to push her pubes back and I push my face back into her delicious pussy, and suck on her clit. I let my finger tease her opening, circling it, before slowly sliding into her. She gasps at the foreign feeling. Her pussy is tight around my finger, squeezing… So warm… So wet… I give her time to adjust to my finger, and return my attention to her swollen clit. I slide in a second finger and it isn’t long before her hips start to move, pushing my finger in and out of her pussy. She’s ready. She cries out as I begin to thrust into her, slowly at first, but soon quicker as her moans encourage me. I eat her out ravenously, not letting a drop of her sweet juices escape my greedy tongue.
I let my other hand slip between my legs and attend to my dripping pussy. I grind into my fingers, moaning into her pussy as I lick and suck on her clit bringing her closer to an orgasm. She’s moaning and shivering under my touch, her tight pussy squeezing harder and harder on my finger with every passing second, those perfect breasts heaving as she tries not to be loud. When I have kept her on the edge long enough I curl my fingers gently stroking her g-spot. She writhes like crazy as I point the fingertips inside her at the tip of my nose outside pressing her g-spot firmly – a fresh rush of juice floods my tongue as she loses herself
She cums hard on my finger, covering my face in those sweet juices. I lick patterns on her clit throughout her orgasm, making her shudder and moan. When she’s done, she collapses against her pillow, panting. I reluctantly pull out of her pussy and sit upright, licking my lips and fingers. I watch her recover from her first ever orgasm from another person. Her eyes closed, she breathed through slightly parted lips, sighing softly as the last tremors of pleasure coursed through her body. Her pussy glistened with her cum and my saliva, the soft curls of hair soaked.
“Again”
“Huh?”
I look down at her in surprise. She’s staring at me, those lovely eyes hooded with desire.
“I want to cum again”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I’d wanted her for so long and now? She wants more of me. I know that this is probably the only night we’d do anything so I decide to be bold.
“Can we try something different?”
She tilts her head, looking at me curiously.
“I saw this in a video and…”
I slowly move closer to her, watching to see if she’s uncomfortable. She just looks at me, expectant. Hungry for more. She reaches over and caresses my pussy, making me moan. Her fingers come away glistening with my juices.
“Come here”
I pull her toward me. I slide a leg between hers so her bare pussy rests on my thigh, and my pussy rests on hers. She looks at me questioningly.
“Move your hips. Press into my thigh and rub against it. Grind against me… I’ll grind against you…”
Her eyes darken with desire. She pulls me against her and starts to grind into my thigh, her head thrown back as a silent moan of ecstasy parts her soft lips. She shifts against me, uncertain at first, but soon finds a movement and rhythm that she likes. I grind against her lean thigh, moaning, my juices coating her soft skin. She opens her eyes as she grinds against me, her hands fist in my hair and pulls my head closer to hers. She presses her lips against mine. Once I get over the shock, I return the kiss, letting my fingers weave into her silky locks. I pull away and grab the hem of her shirt. I glance at her and she nods her approval, lifting her arms so I can pull her shirt off.
I cup her breast with my hand – and smile. I was right. It fit my hand perfectly. I circle her nipple with my thumb and it hardens. I lower my mouth to her breast and gently suck on her nipple. She moans, watching as I move to her other breast and lick it, letting my teeth graze against it before pulling away.
She reaches over, tugging impatiently at the hem of my top. I tug it off, and my large breasts come free. She reaches up, her gentle, curious fingers cupping my breasts and lets her thumb brush against my nipple. I let out a soft whimper, closing my eyes as my nipple hardens under her touch; my hips moving quicker against her thigh. She gently pinches my nipple and I bite back a cry of pleasure. I open my eyes and pull her to me, kissing those soft lips I’ve dreamed about. She returns the kiss, her hands gently caressing my body as we move against each other.
I gently bite her lip, making her moan and slip my tongue into her mouth, relishing it’s sweet and minty taste. Her tongue probes into my mouth, curious. I wonder if she can taste herself… We soon start to move quicker against each other, our moans of pleasure muffled against the other’s mouth. I watch her as she breaks our kiss, throwing her head back and riding out her third orgasm, her sweet pussy soaking the soft flesh of my thigh. The sight is enough to push me over the edge and I cum, shaking as she holds me against her.
We break apart and lie next to each other, panting and satiated. Once strength returns to our legs, we get up, smiling shyly at each other as we dress. We crawl back into bed and fall asleep. This time, when she inches closer to me in her sleep, I smile, wrapping my arms around her and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Something tells me that nothing is going to be the same again.
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