I Finally Got My B[FF] Alone

This is the story of me and my best friend, Katie. Katie and I met in high school and were pretty much inseparable from day one. Everything you imagine young best friends to be, we were. I loved her. I just didn’t realize the type of love I had for her until a several years later.

Just for a brief history we, along with another good friend, a male, were having drinks in her backyard one night. Some how we ended up laying on the grass, him laying in between us. The plan was to look at the stars, but at some point it changed into him seeing what he could get us to do. He had my arm laying across him, rubbing her crotch over her pants. She seemed nervous but into it. I was very into it, and even though he initiated this, I was really wishing he wasn’t there. He asked her if she wanted me to go into her pants. Katie was a bit embarrassed as she explained she tried shaving off her pubes, didn’t like it, and they were in an awkward grow back stage. I didn’t mind. At that point she could have told me her vagina had teeth like in that movie, and I still would’ve been ready to dive in. I was so turned on, and as far as I was concerned there was nobody else in the universe but us.

Except that wasn’t true. Just as I’d gotten the top button of her jeans undone her roommate came into the backyard, and the three of us quickly snapped back to reality. We’d tried picking things up where they left off later that night, and a few times after that, but it never led to much. There were always people around, or roommates sleeping. We wanted to explore, but we didn’t want to get caught. It was around this time that I realized I didn’t just love Katie, I was IN love with her. Katie was my bisexual awakening and I was hungry for her.

It had been a few months and nothing had happened in quite a while, despite us constantly being together. I figured she moved on. I hadn’t though. I still thought of her as I masturbated pretty much every night. Finally one Friday night I got a text. Her roommate had a basketball tournament out of town, so she’d be home alone Saturday night, and she asked if I’d stay with her. I eagerly said yes. Almost too eagerly. The invite seemed innocent enough, but all I could think about was finally getting her alone.

I arrived at her house at 5 that Saturday. She greeted me with a hug, as she often did, and led me into the living room. There was a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor, she had a selection of our favorite movies ready to go, as well as some snacks, coolers, and a pizza on the way. We made a nest of sorts on the floor, ate, drank, laughed, and watched a movie. We’d seen it 100 times, but we were still very focused on the screen. I became very aware of my pounding heart, and I looked over at her, a finger twirling in her beautiful red hair, and just watching the tv. I don’t know if it was the drinks giving me courage, or just the months that I’d been building this up in my mind, but without even thinking I reached out and ran my fingers lightly down her cheek. Her skin was so soft. She turned and looked at me. I smiled at her, and with zero hesitation I leaned in and kissed her.

Thankfully she kissed me back. Before I knew it I had a hand in her hair, she had her hand on my thigh and our tongues were dancing around each other. I could’ve done just that for hours, but I also needed to take a breath. We stopped, rested our foreheads together and sighed. The window was open, and I was shooting my shot before anything had a chance to interrupt us.

I started to kiss her again, positioning myself over top of her. I went from her lips to her neck, only stopping to suck on her ear a little bit in between. I lifted her shirt over her head, and then did the same for myself. We each took off our own bras, and then shifted from the sitting position to laying down. I was still straddled over her, and made a dive for her tits. They were small, and uneven, but they were perfect. The bigger one fit nicely in my hand. I grabbed it and squeezed, rubbing my thumb around on her now hard nipple. I lowered my mouth to the smaller one and gave it a suck. I flicked my tongue over the nipple a few times, and then gave it a little nibble. She let out a moan that caught me off guard. I was so used to having to be as quiet as possible with her. I got off of her and went back to kissing her. It was much more urgent this time. She was practically sucking on my tongue. I took that as a sign that she was as into this as I was.

We continued to make out as I undid her jeans and slid my hand into her underwear. This wasn’t the first time I’d done this, but it was by far the wettest she’d ever been. I rubbed her clit, up and down, and she moaned into my mouth. I stopped kissing her because I wanted to listen to the sounds she was making. The sounds I was making her make.

I took a finger and slowly pushed it into her warm, wet hole. This was the first time I’d ever done this, and I felt like I was going to explode. I pumped the finger in and out a few times, and then added a second. I tried moving my fingers in that ‘come here’ motion, and an “oh fuck” came out of her mouth. I kept that up until I felt every muscle tighten around my fingers. She started breathing harder and faster, moan after moan escaping her beautiful mouth as she reached for a pillow to squeeze. “Don’t stop” she borderline yelled at me, and I didn’t. “Fuuuuck me” she cried as I went a little bit faster. A shudder rippled through her body, she moaned and her muscles loosened. I kept my fingers inside of her, but stopped moving them. She started moving her hips, almost humping my hand. I took that to mean she wanted more, and I was happy to oblige. I removed my fingers, and she gave a bit of a pout. I smiled, and without breaking eye contact, I stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked her juices off of them. Then I grabbed the waist of her pants, and pulled down. She lifted her hips to help me get them off.

There it was. Her beautiful, and soaking wet vagina, with a tuft of red pubic hair, and for the time being, it was mine. I moved down between her legs, facing her slit. I stuck two fingers inside of her again, slowly moving in and out, teasing her a bit. Then I leaned in and ran my tongue over her clit. She gasped. I’d never done that before. What a thrill. I kept the fingers going, in and out, switching up the pace, while licking and sucking her clit. She put her hands on the back of my head, holding me in place, grinding into my face and making the sexiest noises I’d ever heard. I took my fingers out and plunged my tongue into her hole. She smelled and tasted so good. The best way I could describe it is a salty cantaloupe.

I had no idea what I was doing, but her reactions made it seem like I was doing something right. After what seemed liked forever, but also not nearly long enough, her hips started moving faster, her grip on my head got tighter, and her legs started to shake. She moaned loudly, and my already wet face was now soaked. I so badly wanted to keep going. She was laying there limp. I was worried that after an orgasm like that, things might be too tender, and I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

I crawled back up and put my head on the pillow beside her. We just laid there for a bit. Catching our breath. Processing what just happened. Plotting our next move. She rolled on her side, and I turned my head and looked at her. We both burst out laughing. “Wow” she said. “To think we could’ve been doing that all this time”. She moved towards me, and kissed me. Knowing she could probably taste herself on me made things even hotter.

I guess she’d decided it was my turn, because as we were kissing she started playing with my nipples. Pinching, pulling, rubbing. She stopped kissing me and took a nipple in her mouth. I loudly sucked in air as she did so. It felt so good. She bit down kind of hard and tugged. I yelped both in pain and ecstasy. She started kissing her way down my stomach, and I moaned the whole time. I’m very vocal when I’m turned on. I can’t help it. It’s part of the reason we never got very far when trying to fool around in the past. I’d get us caught for sure. Tonight, though. Tonight I was free.

She kissed down to the waist of my pants, and stopped to pull them off. We were now both completely naked. She moved back up to kiss me, and ran her fingers up and down my stomach. She knew she was teasing me, and she was enjoying it. Finally she stuck her hand between my legs, and started rubbing my clit. Up and down. Up and down. “Oh god” I moaned. She rubbed, I bucked. We had a great rhythm going. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take long before all the build up of that night, and all the nights I’d spent picturing moments just like this as I pleasured myself in my bed all came to a head in one giant orgasm. “Oh fuck, Katie. Fuck fuck fuck”. I had clasped on to her wrist, and wrapped my legs tightly around her arm, as I thrust myself into her. Her fingers moved so fast up and down my clit. My toes curled, and my entire body spasmed as I came on her hand. It was over so fast, but I felt incredible. I laid there panting, and she placed her head beside me. “That was quick”. “No. That’s been months in the making” I responded.

We laid there silently for a bit. I was starting to think we were done but then she rolled towards me, straddled herself over me and started kissing me. We were grinding ourselves into each other. It reminded me of dry humping a boy at a high school party, except we were both naked, and very, very wet.

It took some maneuvering, but we clumsily wrapped our legs around each other until we hit the right spot. Our clits were rubbing together, our tits were bouncing around, and we were devouring each other’s mouths. I’d never been more turned on in my life. We broke the kiss, and each laid back a bit so our clits could really rub together. They were both swollen, our vagina lips were so puffy, and we were soaked. You could hear a sloshing noise as they mashed together. She started breathing faster, and I was right there behind her. Our pace sped up a bit. She was moaning. I was swearing. “Oh fuck.” “Fuck me, Katie. Just like that”. And then, almost as if we planned it, we came. We both fell to our sides, legs still tangled together, holding each other. I was twitching, she was shaking, we both were sweating. We just laid there together, in each others arms, taking in everything that had just happened.

It could have been five minutes, it could have been two hours, but eventually we both rolled over, sat up and restarted the movie. Neither of us bothered to get dressed. I think we both knew there was no point. We weren’t done yet.

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