Tears trickled down Amy's face. She lay on her sofa, contemplating her situation. She had been with Brian for two years, and then all of a sudden she gets pushed aside for an old flame. Two years of her life, dedicated to one man wasted all because an old girlfriend decided to show up.
She felt decimated. Brian had been her whole world for two long years. Two years of being intimate and completely trusting of a single person in a way she felt she never could. There was now a growing emptiness that she thought could never be filled again.
A knock at the front door jarred her from her sorrow. Quickly wiping the tears from her face, she stood, moving to check through the peephole. Seeing who it was, she opened the door. "Hi Kristen. I...wasn't expecting you." She said sheepishly.
"No one ever does." Kristen said, moving inside and plopping down on the couch. "What's wrong? You look upset."
"Nothing...nothing's wrong." Amy said, trying to hide her anguish.
The older woman sat up, staring at the distraught girl.
"You know you can't lie to me, hon." She gave Amy a stern look. "And you know I won't blab about your secrets like I do my own."
Amy moved over to the couch, sitting beside Kristen and folding her hands in her lap.
"It's not a secret really. Brian and I broke up." She paused, trying to hold in her tears. One escaped, and began to glisten on her cheek. "His ex came back into town, and he left me to hook back up with her."
"You see, this is why I don't trust men. They do that kind of thing, and they do it way too often."
"Well, I'm not like you. They're my only option. I'm not into other girls."
Kristen watched the tear trickle down Amy's face. She knew that last statement didn't mean anything, but she couldn't help but take it as a challenge. She smiled sweetly and wiped the tear away. "Well hon, you should never say never."
Amy turned away from her slightly, crossing her arms. "Kristen, you don't understand. I gave my virginity to him. You know how timid I am. I've never done anything with anyone else, especially not a girl."
Kristen gingerly moved her fingers through Amy's hair. "Well, I'd never make you do anything that made you uncomfortable, but I know what could make you feel much better, get your mind off things."
Amy slowly turned her head to look at her friend. "I...I can't."
Kristen moved to the floor, sitting on her knees in front of Amy. She took Amy's face gently in her hands, peering into her frosty blue eyes.
"Amy, you may have given your virginity to Brian, but you're still pure. You're far too nice and sweet to sit here crying. I want to make you feel good."
The younger girl looked down at her friend. She knew Kristen was openly lesbian and not ashamed about it, but she had never seen her as anything else but a friend.
And yet...here she is, trying to cheer me up. The ONLY one trying to cheer me up
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Kristen moved ever so slowly closer to Amy, gently kissing her. The younger girl hesitated, but slowly closed her eyes, returning the kiss. At first she felt strange. She was raised believing that two women should never be together. Yet her best friend was openly a lesbian, and now they were kissing. She didn't know what to be more scared of: the fact she was kissing her best friend...or the fact she was liking it.
Either way, she now gently kissed back. When Kristen felt Amy was comfortable, she slowly slid her tongue beyond Amy's lips. To Amy, the kiss seemed to last an eternity, but eventually Kristin pulled back, looking into her younger friends' eyes.
"Are you okay?" Kristen asked.
"I...I am." Amy answered, almost in a whisper. She was now trembling from the excitement. Everything she used to think was wrong suddenly felt so right.
"Do...you want to keep going, hon?"
"I think so." Amy replied meekly.
Kristen took Amy by the hand and began leading her to the bedroom. "Well, let's go in here then." She said, smiling. "A couch is no place for your first time." She continued onto Amy's bed, perfectly made in her obsessive compulsive way. Before sitting the younger girl down, Kristen began lifting her shirt. Amy still trembled, but let her shirt slide up over her head, her long blonde hair tumbling free.
Then, sliding her arms around Amy's waist, Kristen gently began kissing her again. Amy hesitantly placed her hands against Kristen's chest as she began to unhook the clasp on her bra. As it became loose, the taller woman broke the kiss, gently sliding the straps down Amy's shoulders. As it fell to the floor, Amy covered her breasts with her arms. Kristen couldn't help but smile.
"Aw, you're so shy. Are you sure you want me to keep going, hon?" Kristen asked sweetly.
"I'm...I'm sure. It feels good, so far."
"It will get even better." Kristen replied, her smile becoming wider.
The older woman dropped to her knees, and began to unbutton Amy's jeans. Amy gasped a little in surprise, but just stood there, looking down at her friend. Kristen slowly unzipped the jeans, and pulled them down. Amy, almost without thinking, stepped out of her pants.
Now the young woman stood there in just her pink panties, arms still over her breasts. Kristen gently pressed on Amy's hips, pushing her down onto the bed. As Amy lay down, Kristen gently kissed her stomach, working her way up, until she reached where Amy's arms still lay, covering her chest.
She took Amy's hands in her own, smiling up at her. "It's okay. Just relax, and enjoy this." Then, releasing her hands, Kristen gently kissed the top of Amy's left breast, then down to her nipple. She gently ran her fingers along the other breast, running her tongue along the center. She could hear Amy gasp, and smiled.
After a few minutes of having her breasts gently fondled and kissed, Amy became a little caught up in the moment. She hesitantly ran her fingers through Kristen's hair. The woman looked up at Amy, and smiled, then began kissing her way down her flat stomach again.
