That’s a lot of tit play and finger fucking for just B[FF]s

I met Alex through common friends. Me in my early to mid 20s, she in her late 20s. I can’t say I didn’t suspect she was gay because she’s one of those boyish girls that stands out in their features and mannerisms. Still, it was pretty innocent and unassuming at first. I was also identified as pretty solidly straight at the time. We instantly hit it off. She was blunt and had a genuine feel to her. She wasn’t in your face funny but she laughed at my jokes and threw a witty sarcastic line every now and then. She had a great smile. Cute brown short hair and brown eyes that wrinkled up at the sides when she smiled in that really lovable way.

At first I didn’t find her body attractive as being a voluptuous girl myself, I tend to think skinnier girls are luckier when it comes to wearing clothes and not having to worry much about looking good in them, but at the expense of looking kind of bland naked. Well, she had a boyish figure and had a mostly flat ass, a bit of love handles although her entire torso was pretty much the same circumference, apart for her surprising 34C cup hangers. The boobs were usually well hidden though, and they were a pretty nice discovery – more on that later.

At first we would text a lot and talk on the phone for hours, which became a daily ritual. During breaks, after work, any free time I had I was talking to her. Feeling giggly and excited to have a new friend I would talk about her to other people, I would try to involve her in every activity -clear signs of a crush in retrospect. I didn’t really think of her as much more than a friend at that point until one night when we were talking late and I found myself flat out asking her if she’s gay. She hesitated but eventually gave me the answer I already kind of knew. And that was pretty much the turning point.

A few days later we were at a party – common friends again. We went into the small kitchen to refill our drinks. I was reaching the fridge to get the ice out when she turned to grab the gin bottle and then we found ourselves standing really close, our breasts almost touching, falling and rising in tense anticipation. We must have stood there for a while until, to diffuse some tension, i hugged her, her scent overtaking me and her chest now pressed into mine through our thin summer tops.

I couldn’t tell you how long we stayed like that. I was scared of what would happen when I broke out of it but I knew I needed to eventually. Slowly, we made some space between our bodies as we parted, only to press our noses into each other’s necks, breathing hotly against each other’s skin. I opened my eyes. I could see that she still had hers closed, and I planted a quick kiss on her lips. She smiled, licked her lips, and then went in for a steamier kiss, positioning her tongue with mine as we started to move them around in playful coordination.

Her lips were great to push mine against (so warm and receptive!), though more on the thin side. Her mouth tasted sweet and I was intoxicated (a feeling that would become all too familiar to me) by her scent in an almost instinctual, animalistic way. We only stepped apart when we heard footsteps approaching and went on about making our drinks, flustered and sweaty from the moment we just shared. In a second there were about 5 other people in the kitchen who couldn’t have possibly known the extent of the sexual tension they had just simultaneously walked into and unknowingly intensified.

After we gulped down our drinks and absentmindedly participated in the ongoing group discussion, she took my hand and led me out of the apartment and into the elevator. There we behaved, as we didn’t want the cameras catching us. Then she led me to her car. I happily obliged, half walking half running to keep up with her wider, determined strides.

As soon as we were in, she reached over and kissed me passionately and urgently, her tongue moving around faster now. In a swift move I’ve yet to see anything like, she pulled my tank top down with one hand and unhooked my bra with the other so that in a split second my DD tits were on full display. When she saw them spring out of my bra she let out a groan and buried her face in between my boobs, effectively motorboating me. I was taken aback by that move because it struck me as a very masculine thing to do (must have had this impression from porn) but was incredibly turned on by her appreciation.

I loved the attention my nipples were now getting as she sucked them and tried to take in a bigger part of my plump tit to suck. She licked the bottom of my boobs and played with the sides, gently slapping them and watching them jiggle happily in response. Exasperated and delighted she bunched up my tits in her hands and squeezed them so hard I let out w little moan. Hearing me moan must have done something to her because she went back for them and with her flat open palms rubbed my nipples up and down vigorously until I couldn’t take the sensitivity of my swollen nipples anymore.

Sensing that, she decided to give my tits a break, planting wet kisses on each of them before retiring her tit loving. As soon as her mouth retracted, I felt my now wet nipples harden even more in the breeze and quickly go dry. I was so sensitive they if she touched a nipple I was sure it would break. Instead, she bunched my tank top up to reveal my tummy and rubbed her hands across it and grabbed my love handles. I’ve mentioned this in my other posts: I’m pretty curvy. My hip to waist ratio is dramatic and my thighs are pretty thicc. I like to write about my tits – they seem to be my best assets – but I also have a pretty round butt that keeps getting stronger with all the time I spend at the gym. And I’m constantly thinking I need to diet and wishing I were skinny, until I’m in a car with a cute lesbian and she has her hands on my lovehandles after she’s made my tits sore from loving them and then I’m like: nope, pretty happy with my curves.

Next, her hands went to my jeans shorts. Now if you’ve noticed I’ve mostly been just telling you what she’s been doing – but that’s because that’s what I remember the most. A lot of what my memories from this experience consists of the internal dialogue going at crazy speed in my brain… that being my first lesbian experience and all. I was very excited about what was happening and deeply aroused. I do remember playing with her short hair and her neck, though. Definitely had my hands on her tits at some point, surprised at their weight in my hands and their shape. Unlike my fuller ones they were kind of droopy in a way that I would not have expected another woman’s boobs to be. She had smaller nipples. And I definitely remember sucking at them.

She unbuckled my jeans shorts and slid them down, I held up my butt to help her in the process. Now I was in nothing but my thong, apart for my bunched up tank top which did absolutely nothing to hide my exposed body. I started to worry about someone walking by the car and catching us, but I was also the wettest I ever remember being so I kind of just went with it. Adjusting herself to move closer, she slide my thong to the side. I also turned and moved closer to help. At first she started off suuuper slow. She put her whole hand on my vagina and moved it up and down from my naval to my crack, redistributing my wetness and easing up some of the tension that was causing my muscles to tighten so hard and almost uninvitingly. I slowly relaxed and opened my legs more. She could sense it.

She proceeded to rub my clit with her thumb, at first not touching it explicitly, more like teasing me around it until she made her way to my clit and applied more pressure which made me let out sounds I usually only start to let out much later in the game. She continued to circle my clit and she played with my labia with her index and middle fingers, for a little while until she then took her middle finger and started to slide it into me. She did that considerately slow for a while and then picked up her pace, curving her finger in me and fucking me harder, while continuing to play with my clit all the while.

What a pro, I remember thinking as I convulsed all over and felt my pussy tighten around her finger in what was one of my strongest orgasms up until that point. One of many to come, but I had no way of knowing how things would turn out then. In that moment we were just a couple of friends, horny and confused about their feelings of amity towards one another, finger fucking each other in a steamy car at 2 am.

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