I had never kissed a woman in all my 24 years. Of course I’d thought about it before, but I’d always dated men. It was raining pretty hard and I’d asked Lynn to join me for dinner. This was our usual Friday evening custom for years now, especially lately, given that her husband rarely made time for her. Lynn is my best friend; she’s smart, funny, and cooks like a 5 star chef… she’s also insanely hot, which doesn’t hurt. She’s been married for two years and her husband has become obsessed with work, he barely notices her anymore.
Lynn walked in just as the sun was setting on my front porch. Thunder had just knocked out the power, and I was hurrying to light a dozen or so candles to keep us from having to cancel our plans. She was soaked. Her long dark hair was tossled with water dripping onto her shoulders and chest. As she removed her coat it was impossible to miss her supple breasts bouncing under her soaked shirt, clinging to her hard nipples. My pussy suddenly felt warm, tight with longing. I’d never been so aroused by a female, but her full, round, impossibly perky tits covered in wet fabric left almost nothing to the imagination. *I wanted her.*