I [F] was just trying to be a good wing woman… [FF]

I know some people like to know, so here’s a little bit about the people in the story:

Annie: Lesbian, petite, natural redhead

Jen: Bisexual, curves that hugged her small frame, dark hair

Me: Bi-curious (at the time), a bit chubby with big boobs, light brown hair

When we were 18, my best friend Annie complained about the lack of girls she could hook up with. Wanting to be a good wing woman, I introduced her to a friend of a friend of mine – Jen. I met Jen at a party, and we really hit it off. AKA we ended up making out and exchanging numbers. She was the first girl I ever kissed, but I didn’t see anything happening more between us.

One day, we all made plans to hang out at Jen’s house. It was obvious that both girls were attracted to each other, and I felt the sexual tension in the room as I tried to find common ground the two could talk about. The conversation eventually started flowing, and we decided it would be fun to watch a movie. Jen left the room to find a DVD (which ended up being Jennifer’s Body), so I turned to Annie and told her I was going to leave to give the two of them some privacy. However, Annie said I should stay at least until the movie’s over.

Once it was over, the girls started talking about the movie and I quietly gathered my things: I was ready to make my exit and leave as a great wing woman.

Jen noticed my haste and asked where I was going. I made an excuse about how it was getting late and that I had a long commute back home. Annie chimed in and said we would head home in the same direction so it would be better if we left together. She insisted I stay a little longer, and although I was a little surprised she wanted me to, I did.

All sitting closely on the couch, Annie asked how I liked the movie – and specifically asked if I enjoyed the scene where the two female leads kissed. I laughed, assuming her question was more playful than serious, but before I could give a real answer, the two girls looked at each other and started making out heavily in front of me.

The surprise glued me to my seat, but after a few seconds of watching, my brain caught up to my body and I shot up ready to head for the door. Jen pulled away from Annie’s lips and caught my wrist. This time she didn’t ask where I was going, but why I was leaving. The first thing to blurt out of my mouth (embarrassingly) was “I’m too straight for this”. Annie grabbed my other wrist and pulled me back onto the couch. “No you’re not,” she exclaimed.

Jen was quickly at my side and lifted my shirt. She quickly unhooked my bra and flung it across the room. She then began to slowly drag her tongue across my nipple, looking up at me with every lick. Annie got up and knelt on the floor in front of me. She placed her lips around my hard nipple and began to suck, digging her teeth lightly into it every few moments. My head was thrown back as I moaned over and over from the feeling of their tongues on me.

Next to me on the couch, Jen pushed her panties to the side and brought her fingers to her clit. I could feel her deepened breath on my breast, and the flicks of her tongue slowly got more spaced out as moans escaped her. Annie’s attention moved away from my nipple and onto Jen’s pussy. Annie pulled Jen’s underwear off, and inserted two fingers in her as Jen rubbed her clit. Jen’s once soft licks turned into bites as she continued to work on my nipple. My moans got louder, matching Jen’s own.

My hand took over where Annie’s mouth once was, and I twisted my nipple between my fingers, watching as Annie played with Jen. Annie looked up and our eyes met. Annie took her other hand and began to slowly drag her fingers across my underwear. Biting my lip from the feeling and keeping my gaze locked onto hers, Annie proclaimed, “for someone so straight, you sure are wet”.

She was right. I was soaked through my panties.

Before things could get any farther, Jen’s breathing shallowed, and she said she was close. Annie directed her sole attention back to Jen, pulling away from me. Just like before, instinctually my hand took over to replace Annie’s vanished touch. I rubbed my pussy outside my panties, just like Annie was, albeit much faster… Feeling Jen squirm on the couch next to me and watching Annie finger her hungrily made it impossible to touch myself slowly. I watched as Jen threw her head back from Annie’s touch, and within 2 minutes, her back was arched, and she convulsed against the couch in orgasm. Annie brought her fingers to her lips and sucked Jen’s juices off.

After Jen came, we decided to call it a night. I could feel my drenched panties clinging to my pussy, and the realization of me hooking up with one of my closest friends was finally hitting me. Annie and I gathered our things (including my tossed bra), and we transited home. The awe of what just happened spoke volumes between us, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. Annie gripped my thigh the entire subway ride home… It was not the last time we would hook up.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o1il31/i_f_was_just_trying_to_be_a_good_wing_woman_ff