The Night My [33F] Best Friend [24F] became my first female lover. [FF] [Long]

It was 2014. I was in a crappy spot in my life. I was in an abusive marriage, but at that time I just thought I was depressed. I didn’t get out often. Well, not by myself. My husband didn’t like me being where I couldn’t be with him. I was made to promise it to text and update when I was anywhere but home or work. The night I met Gemma, I was “allowed” to go to a friends home for a party. It was one of those “pure romance” MLM scheme things.

It was fun being with friends I’d not seen in awhile, the games they hostess had us play were amusing. I was enjoying myself. As the fun part ended, I went out on the deck to smoke and ignore the sales pitch. As I pulled the sliding door she came over towards it. “Hey, can I join you?” she smiled. “Of course!” I said and slid the door open to let her join me. I’d seen her before, in pictures with our mutual friend, but photos didn’t do her justice. Beautiful pale white skin, petite around 5’3, curvy and her make up was on point. Totally my type, though I’d never been with a woman. She was totally someone I’d have checked out if I was just passing by. She’s got beautiful dark brown hair that hangs down to her breasts, I did my best not to keep my gaze where here hair fell. “I’m Gemma” she said, smiling. “Hey, I’m Hazel, nice to meet you.”

After we made introductions her and I spent the majority of the night on the deck, smoking, sipping wine, and ignoring the sales lady who kept trying to get us to fill out a purchase form. We hit it off pretty much instantly. Lots in common, music, tv shows, world views, etc.
It was one of those conversations that just flows naturally. She was shocked to find out I was married with two kids, because she assumed I was her age, which at the time, was 22. I was 31. Taller than her at 5’8, medium length auburn hair that was pulled up in a pony tail at pretty much all times, very little make up (because my husband didn’t like it), and also curvy. My best feature has always been my breasts. There’s no way to hide them, they’re just huge. After 2 kids they still remained perky and my best asset. The age gap didn’t really make a difference to us and by the end of the night we’d exchanged numbers and decided to hang out sometime.

We texted lots over the next few weeks. Soon, we went out. We hung out with friends. She met my kids. We hung out at her apartment and I’d bitch about my husband. She’d tell me to just fucking leave him. She’d tell me I was being abused, gaslit, etc. Of course, at that time, I was still in denial. Still. She was there for me. We talked about everything. And before too long were “besties”.

She was the only person in the entire world who knew me fully. I am very good at keeping secrets. I knew full well the more people you tell, the more likely you’ll get found out. I didn’t want people to know what I was dealing with at home. I trusted her.

She trusted me, too. She told me about her rough childhood, about her parents drug addictions. She told me about her sex life, about BDSM (something I’d get into too, but that’s another story), about being a submissive. I loved to listen. It turned me on. I lived vicariously through her sexploits.

I knew Gemma was bisexual from the start. This made my husband hound me about her all the time. Asking if she was hitting on me, asking if we were “more than friends.”
At that time, I had shoved down my own bisexuality for years. I’d told my husband once and he’d said I’d “take one taste of pussy and come running back to him.” I never brought it up again.

A few years of friendship had us just as close. I finally came to terms with the end of my marriage. I was a wreck. I was not me. I don’t even know who I was. It’s like an out of body experience looking back sometimes. She was there for me. My kids and I spent the night when I needed away from my ex, who I was still living with until I could find my own place. Sometimes she’d stay up all night with me as I cried and processed everything. My children slept in her bed, her and I shared the couch. I often would fall asleep holding her hand or cuddled next to her.

One night, soon after I’d rented a house and moved out with my children, Gemma had a birthday party for her friend. I’d gotten my mom to watch my kids overnight so I could attend. She had a bunch of friends over . After some drinks and cake, most the girls headed out, but some of us stayed and hit the bong a few times.

We were all chatting and watching whatever was on tv. Slowly people left and it was just myself, Gemma , and the birthday girl Sasha, who was spending the night. Sasha excused herself to bed since she had an early shift at work the next morning.

I told Gemma, “Ugh, I know it’s late but I don’t want to go home! I have a kid free night!”Understanding, she asked if I wanted to watch a scary movie (she loves horror movies). Of course I accepted. Gemma had a sectional sofa but she was just a seat over from me. As the movie went, it obviously got scary. She would jump and shriek which was hilarious. Each time, she would jump, she got a bit closer to me. I remember thinking…”is this intentional?!”I rationalized it away. We’d cuddled watching movies before. Not like, cuddled, but there’d been legs touching or something. Soon, there was a big jump scare scene. Gemma practically jumped into my lap. We both crack up laughing. But, she didn’t move. She laid her head on my chest and curled up against me. I made some off hand comment about my boobs being good pillows. Meanwhile, my heart was hammering in my chest. She was beautiful, her long brown hair cascading down.

I sat there like that for what seemed like ages but it probably really wasn’t. I kept talking myself out of making a move, worried I’d ruin our friendship. But, I just had to touch her. Even if it was just in a nice friendly way. So, I started playing with her hair. Just running my fingers through it. I felt her body tense up as I trailed my fingers through her long locks. As my fingers trailed past her neck and out of her hair I swore I heard her moan slightly. At this point I can feel a warm rush throughout my body. My heart rate is probably in the hundreds, and I’m doing my best to continue trailing my fingers through her hair, without my hand shaking. I heard it again. I didn’t want this to stop. Her soft moans of pleasure were making me wet. Still, somehow, I wasn’t sure if she was just super relaxed or if this was sexual. I really don’t remember if I did this for 5 minutes or an hour. I was just lost in the moment. But eventually, I just had to know. I continued my movement but gripped her hair a bit and gave it the smallest tug when I was near the bottom. “Ungh”,she moaned, louder. I felt that familiar ache in me. That desire for more.

I’d been drinking, I was high, but I’d like to think what I did next would’ve happened if I was stone cold sober.
On the next stroke of her hair I wrapped her long locks around my palm, gripped, and snapped her head up to where she was looking up at me. That look told me everything I needed to know. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes glazed yet intense. Hand still in her hair, I pulled her towards me and kissed her hard. This was no tentative first kiss. This was the culmination of months of mild flirting, years of deep bonding friendship. Our mouths parted and our tongues explored. I felt her moan into my mouth and I moaned back. She raised up and entangled her hand in my hair. Our bodies pressed together and our hands began to explore one another. I reached down and tugged up her shirt pulling it over her head. Exposing her amazing round tits. (Neither of us had a Bra on, it was common for us to discard our bras the second we could…bras suck).
I kissed down her neck and her chest. Her chest was heaving as she panted “oh, fuck Hazel, fuck.”I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking, exploring. Doing to it, what I wanted done to mine. I could’ve cum right there knowing her nipple was getting hard in my mouth. Her back was arching as I teased and sucked them, then bit them. She cried out loudly. Her legs were parted and I could see the wetness from her cunt on her leggings.

I raised up and kissed and bit at her neck “Fuck Gemma…I need you” I growled into her ear. Her eyes met mine, and she bit her lower lip in a way that drove me absolutely wild, as we removed her leggings and panties.

The benefit of your first time with the same sex, is that you know exactly what to touch, and where it’s located. I parted her legs and kneeled on the floor. Kissing down her body as she writhed in pleasure. I parted her lips and ran my finger along her wet slit. She shuddered “fuck Haze…” I didn’t wait. I attacked her clit. I lapped up and down and felt it swell. I moaned into her. Her legs started shaking.

Through her moans I heard her whisper “Hit me.” “What!?” I looked up, wondering if I’d heard her correctly.
“Please..hit me” she breathed erratically.

I raised up, one hand cupping her cunt. And tentatively slapped her across the tit.

“Harder” she moaned.

I obliged. “Fuck…yes” she moaned, hips grinding herself into my hand.

I parted her lips with my fingers again, and pushed one deep inside, and continued assaulting her tits. I pinched and pulled her nipples, I slapped. She moaned and I pushed another finger in. I used my thumb to massage her engorged clit. “Fuck…fucckk…Hazel…fuck…don’t stop.”

Now, I know, as a woman, if I say don’t stop, that means “Do exactly what you’re doing this second and don’t change a thing.”
So I didn’t. I finger fucked her tightening cunt, using the “come hither” motion. With my fingers inside. My thumb rubbed her hard nub, I slapped and pinched her tits. Her hips were bucking against my hand. “Please…” she whimpered. And I knew. I knew that she was that she needed permission, the submission was an amazing turn on. ”Please what?” I smiled, continuing to finger her and tease her clit. “Unngg no fair.” she writhed. “What do you need?” I teased, slowing my movements some. “Fuck, Haze, cum, fuck.” She was so close she was incoherent. I picked up my pace, finger fucking her cunt, massaging her clit, and pinching her nipple hard. “Cum for me Gemma” I commanded. Her head rolled back instantly as she cried out animalisticly. Her pussy clamped down rhythmically around my fingers, as her moans filled the room. I continued gently massaging her inside until her last shudder. Then I kissed her.

After she came down I sat back. Totally content. I really didn’t need anything else. Just seeing her like that, I was elated. I watched her come back to earth. Her eyes fluttered open.
She smiled at me. “Your turn” she said and pulled at my shirt. I didn’t even expect more, but my pussy quivered the second her lips met mine again.

She kissed down my body, just as I had hers. “Fuck your tits are amazing”, she said. “No, yours are!” I insisted. “Lies”, she said, taking my nipple into her mouth and sucking. I moaned, grabbing her head and gripping her hair.

I’d like to give more details here. I really would. But my mind lost the sequence of events. I know she kissed and sucked my tits. I know my cunt was dripping on her couch. I know she removed my pants and tasted me, I know she fingered me. I know the wetter I got Gemma said “Good girl” which made me moan and drip.

I know sometimes we were kissing and sometimes her hands were pulling my hair. I know I couldn’t take it and I, like she, whispered “please”. She was finger fucking me then, her mouth on my clit. “Cum Hazel”and oh, I did. The world collapsed and expanded. I cried out wordlessly, as she crooned “good girl, good girl” over and over.

After, we dressed. I think we we both shocked and both stupidly happy. We kinda looked at each other and then started laughing. Eventually we turned something else on the tv and watched for a bit. By the time 3 am rolled around I knew I should be going and said so. We kissed again, and before I knew it, we were stripping and fucking again. It was almost dawn when she walked me to my car. “I don’t know what to do now? Do we like, hug, make out? Just say goodnight?” we stood there awkwardly. “High five for good sex?” She said. We slapped hands and laughed. Then we kissed once more, and I drove home.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o9x08e/the_night_my_33f_best_friend_24f_became_my_first