My friend from university and I decided to spend two weeks in Madrid during our summer break a few years back. Elodie and I were pretty much inseparable since we’ve met in the first week of classes, sharing the university accommodation together as well – I think both of us were more than happy to get an instant best friend given that we both moved to the UK to study. Her parents used to live in Paris and Madrid and she absolutely loved the latter, wanting to show me everything on this trip – we’ve already crossed Paris off the list the prior year so it was about time. We ended up renting a loft for two weeks which was a terrible idea in hindsight – very warm, top floor, no AC, it was unbearable so we ended up making the point of making it home as late as possible when it was colder. More than that, it was a studio to the extreme sense where everything was stuck in one room including the bathroom – I really think that place was meant more for one person truly as there was zero privacy. Still, she and I were no strangers, we’ve seen each other in a ton of situations, from her catching me in the act with someone to us having to share a quick shower together once and basically being upfront and honest about everything.
Still, that wasn’t the best moment in my life for me to be stuck in a tiny room with my gorgeous friend – I was just beginning to explore what I really want from my sexuality and my target as of late was really falling more and more often on women. Now up until then I really never seen Elodie as anything else other than a sister – maybe even a little sister that I had to take care of sometimes. But when we were stuck together in that room for those two weeks something has changed. I really couldn’t get my eyes off of her – for one she was so much in her element, she was just glowing with confidence showing me around her town and I felt like this weather suited her way more, with shorts, skirts and dresses clearly being much more her style. I’ve spent a better part of that trip just admiring her – she was about an inch shorter than me but it wouldn’t seem like it with her confident posture. Straight black hair, dark eyes and long lashes with full lips complimenting her already doll-like features. Body wise we both shared the membership of the “proud of what I got” club as neither of us was particularly curvy and rocked A cups. Up then my eyes were mostly following the rather curvy, bigger girls I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She’d shower every morning before me and the shower was right there for me to look – and I had a feeling when I was there that she was looking as well as I caught her eyes on me once. We’ve never spoken of it at all, but the tension was really there and it was so heavy for me.
While we spent a lot of time in bars and exploring the city, we haven’t really gone dancing or clubbing so far. On one of the last days in Madrid, she’s taken me to one of the clubs that she loved from her time there. It stretched over multiple floors with various types of music on either and was apparently hard to get into – so Elodie activated her old contact, also her old flame, to get us in as he was a promoter. So this was the night I suppose I’ve packed my heels for – both of us got dolled up in almost matching strapless dresses and headed out to meet Carlos. He greeted us by the club and I was instantly getting a terrible vibe from him – he looked us both up and down as if we were being assessed and said he might get us in and acting like a playboy just put his arms around us – I managed to last 4 steps before sliding out from under that cocky guy’s arm. Elodie was surprisingly fine with it, I suppose he must be the same kind of a dickhead that he was back when they used to hook up. But thankfully he got us in and before long we were all three in the middle of the club, dancing and I could finally taste some of that Spanish nightlife that Elodie was talking about. The music was amazing even if I was the only one to not understand the lyrics or sing along – it was still so much fun and I was getting some looks as well. Unfortunately, the most persistent look I got was from Carlos who tried his luck quite quickly – after we got our second round of drinks, he wanted to dance with me and his hand was a very adventurous explorer and I quickly had to send Elodie a very meaningful look.
She and I have gone clubbing a lot during uni times, never really to pick anyone up or to flirt with people – mostly to dress up and have fun, dance and drink and just forget the world. So a few times with rather persistent men around us that wouldn’t really take “no, thanks” for an answer, we resorted to the very stupid solution – a kiss. For some reason, while men enjoy seeing that in porn when they see girls do that in a club they become instantly disinterested. Even though we’ve only resorted to that a couple of times, it always worked like a charm with just a few small pecks. So Elodie and I sort of drifted towards each other and I guess she must have read my face because I only had to say “save me from him” in her ear for her to just giggle before as every time before she landed a kiss on my lips. Maybe it was all the pent up desire for her over the last two weeks or the small amount of tequila in my system but that kiss just sent a shockwave through me.
I felt his hand slide off of me and I just couldn’t help myself. As she was landing a second peck on my lips I just put my hand on the side of her neck, slightly pulling her in as my lips parted hers a bit more aggressively than Id like to admit. I could feel a giggle escape her lips but still, it was followed by her tongue escaping it as I could finally taste her. Our tongues were just dancing together as I felt like everything else stood still around us and her hands landed on my hips to pull me in closer. Neither of us was moving to the music at this point as I just held onto her as if my life depended on it as I kissed her, feeling like every kiss, every touch of her tongue or lips, was better than the last. Eventually, I realised to my embarrassment that I was just out of breath – we both were kissing so aggressively and hungrily that as I pulled out I just had to take a deep breath as if I just submerged from the water. Elodie started to laugh but thankfully not at me as we both realised – our plan worked as Carlos was gone, not even around us anymore. We both laughed at the job well done and a part of me thought we might kiss again as she just grabbed me and we kept on dancing. The rest of our stay at the club was not really eventful – we just danced, actually bumped into some of her old friends and shared a couple of shorts together without our lips sadly touching again.
By the time we’ve left, the air outside was much colder as we must have been there for half of the night. We grabbed a taxi to head to our tiny loft prison cell and then she’s made her move – and I honestly could not have been happier – I just felt her slide over to me as finally, it was not so hot outside that someone’s touch was nice – she just put her head on my shoulder and her hand on my thigh and I thought she was going to drift off to sleep. But instead, she’s brought up the Carlos thing for the first time since it happens and revealed to me, in a hushed tone from the driver, that she’s never really “properly” been with a girl before besides for some experimenting. She and I would have a ton of talks about all kinds of sexual things after drinking (even though we’ve never talked about any kind of lesbian experiences) so I didn’t think much of it until she’s just asked me about my experience – I’ve had to admit that I have thought about it a lot and have done my share of experimenting too – and I just felt her hand tighten on me as I said that but she didn’t really do anything then I just felt her sigh and snuggle more into my side.
We got home and climbed up to the loft and peeled off our dresses as both of us were in desperate need of a shower after this night out so as usual I started getting ready for bed as she hopped in the shower – I was just taking off my makeup in the sink beside the shower and washing my face – after I dried it with a towel I just looked over to the side to find her eyes on me through the blurry glass of the shower cabin. I suppose our previous topic was still very much on her mind as I just let out a nervous laugh. Her eyes drifted away from mine but she didn’t laugh, I could tell she was nervous about something but I could see a look in her eyes that I haven’t really seen before. She was just holding the showerhead clutched closely against her chest as the water was flowing down her whole body. Neither of us broke eye contact as I just had to nudge myself to make the move. And after awkwardly pacing for one moment as her eyes followed me I just did it – I slid off the last remaining piece of clothing I had – my white panties – down to the floor and slid open the shower door.
This was the point of no return – she could easily just say she’s staring drunkenly at me and I should get out, what the hell am I doing – but she didn’t. I could see her chest move up and down quite unevenly as she looked like a small bundle of nerves. I stepped in half closing the door behind me and sliding up close to her and slipping the showerhead out of her hands – her hands were trembling as she just handed it over to me as I smiled at her just turning the water slightly colder and moving the stream from her chest to her back as I saw her close her eyes from the relaxing water. I felt her hand come up on my side as I leaned in to kiss her once again, this time more gentle than before as she received it well, sliding her hand up from my side, past my shoulders and to the back of my head to kiss me more. With only one had to work with, I just slid it on her waist to pull her in for a kiss as it didn’t take us long to resort to what was happening before – hungry, sensual kissing that we both got lost in before and now was lost in once again.
I felt myself sliding closer to her with each moment until our bodies were basically pressing against each other and I could not really think of anything else but wanting more – in a massive coordination feat, I managed to put away the showerhead and finally touch her, sliding my hands down to her waist and ass before I pressed her body against the cold, glass side of the shower. I could tell she didn’t lie to me before – it was really something new for her – she wasn’t bad or clumsy but she was really exploring, feeling my breasts and bum and gently, almost shyly sliding her hand between my legs to feel me for the first time. It was like she was taking her time to explore every little bit of me before moving onto something else – it felt like it lasted forever but I wasn’t bored or impatient for a moment. I could tell that my teasing has gotten to her because once my fingers found their way between her legs she just gasped into my mouth. I felt so flattered by how relaxed and turned on she was at that point as I just slid my hand down, parting her lips with my two fingers before sliding them gently inside as she was so warm and welcoming, moaning into my lips and not overly tight and nervous. It felt so good to be so comfortable with her.
I was trying to contain my smile seeing her moan for me as her hands went from exploring me to clutching my side and arm – the arm that I was doing all the work with, at the elbow, not stopping me but even pulling me in by it, wanting more. She was so sensitive and aroused that I just had to seize that opportunity to make her feel really good – so with the cold water coming down on both of us, I tried not to hurt her with my fingers but I kept them in her as I slid down to my knees on the shower floor. I instantly slid forward and closed my lips around her clit as she leaned back against the glass and let me do my work – even with the shower washing everything away I could still feel her warmth on my fingers and tasted her sweetness on my tongue as her hand landed on my head, petting my hair as I was eating her with relentless precision. I could feel how much she needed it – I don’t know what she was used to but it was definitely not this as she was shaking as if nobody had ever gone down on her.
With my two fingers sliding up into her, I tried to match the pace of that with my tongue as I felt her hand grasp my hair a little, a little too hard as I sped up gradually, circling her with my tongue as my fingers were getting more and more resistance from her. As her moans intensified, I felt her hand push me away as I resisted, still licking her and not stopping my fingers as I heard her moan out so loudly as her hand stopped pushing me away and I felt her tighten around my fingers as her moan turned into a soft groan before she lost all the air in her lungs. I panted exhausted between her legs as she just weighed suddenly probably equally tired and now just having the muscle strength of an average noodle – she’s slid down on the floor beside me and kissed me on the lips – just clutching my face with her hands and hugging me, she was so happy, kissing me as if I’ve just done her an amazing gift – even if it was equally fun for me. We just kissed softly for a moment, both on the shower floor as we regained our composure before both realising we were extremely tired.
Not bothering with doing anything else other than just wrapping a few towels around ourselves and our hair, we went to bed. She’s fallen asleep in my arms. It took another few days, when we were back home, for her to learn how to return the favour. But that’s a story for another time. It was an amazing experience for both of us and I think it made our friendship better. It was a lovely experience and neither of us really wanted it to be much more than that – we’ve stayed casual about it and managed to keep our friendship despite a few experimental episodes along the way.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/onisd5/hooking_up_with_my_f_university_best_friend_f
Wow!!
Amazing! Very well written
Pleace make part 2.