Bicurious Friend (lesbian Oral)

Her shirt struggles against her bust. Her stomach beneath- the silkiest, brightest skin I have ever seen. The crop top rises up as she leans to lift the dumbbell in front of her. My imagination is wild. Only a few inches away...

I could never tell her how she makes me feel. I can't tell her when I see her my heart nearly leaves my chest.

"Am I doing this right?" She looks at me, her baby blue eyes startling me back to reality. "Oh um, yes. Actually, good job."

She smiles, her glittery eyeshadow sparkles in the gym lighting.

"I'm so glad you agreed to help me. I've really been struggling to get the extra gains.. as you can see." She shyly looks at her arms. Though she isn't necessarily muscular in stature, I think she's perfect.

"Yeah. Well, I'm happy to help." I lift my own weight beside her, trying to focus on my own activity. Anything to help keep my mind off of her.

"Damn girl, you lift that much?" I guess it hadn't occurred to me that she wouldn't know my gym habits.

I laugh a little. I feel nervous, but I can't let her notice. She curiously peers about the room. I never cared I guess to see what my daily life would look like to someone else but now it scares me more than I thought possible. What will she think of me working here?

My heart pounds as she looks at the sweaty old man on the treadmill, the cluster of acne-covered teens trying to one up each other at deadlifts, and the traditionally hot guy beside them.

Of course she'd stare at him longer. I ball my fist, a nasty habit I'd picked up in middle school whenever a friend of mine was straight. It had helped me to cope and it was something I just couldn't seem to break.

"It's nice here. We should hang out more. Could you teach me maybe some of the more girly stuff? I don't know, are you into that?" She chuckled. "You're probably stronger than any of the men I've been with." Another chuckle.

"Of course, I'd be happy to." I smiled. A compliment, I remind myself. She's trying to be nice. She doesn't know how much it hurts.

She bites her lip. Perhaps a nervous habit of her own. Then the day is over. Another one I'll never have with her.

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She is back. My body is hit with a jolt of adrenaline as she walks through the door, this time in a pair of booty shorts. She has no idea what she's doing.

"Anezkaaaaaaa" she says my name in a thrilled voice. "I'm so happy you're here!" She bounces around. I see she is holding a yoga mat. "Do you know yoga?"

Truth be told, not really. But those excited eyes couldn't be crushed. "I'll teach you what I know." I say it matter-of-factly. Maybe she won't suspect anything.

"Come with me. There's a special room for this." I guide her to one of the private rooms. On days that aren't busy, we frequently will use them for ourselves with guests we prefer to spend time with one-on-one.

She lays her mat down and I grab one from the closet.

"Let me just close this door so they don't bug us." I laugh awkwardly and close us in. There's no way she doesn't know I like her.

I see her smiling and I push all thoughts from my mind. I mean, hey, isn't that what yoga bitches do or am I misunderstanding? Something about letting it go while you focus on breathing?

"Okay yeah, so.. stand up."

She obeys.

I shake my wrists, as I've seen them do in yoga before.

"Shake your wrists out. It's good to uh.. get ready for the rest of the exercises.. moves."

Which is probably true. When I'm prepping for other workouts, we have to prime our bodies frequently.

She shakes her wrists and I can hear a charm bracelet. Classy.

"Great. Okay. Now lift up this leg." I point as I fumble around, desperately trying to seem like I have balance. Come on Anezka. It's not like you don't know how to exercise.

She is giggling at me while she also struggles to keep balance.

"So yeah that's okay. Balance is difficult at first... or forever." I casually try to joke it off.

She looks at me again awaiting further instruction.

"Then we just kind of lay down- and this one's fool proof- yeah lay down on your stomach and lift your head and chest into the air."

She follows my lead and for a second it seems like I know what I'm doing.

"That's nice." She smiles again and then sits up with her knees bent and her shins tucked under her. "I think this is one of them, right?" She leans herself forward with her arms out gently lifting her precious butt into the air.

I really shouldn't stare but oh my god those booty shorts are not good for yoga.

But she was right. I'd seen this position, too.

"Yeah. Exactly." I join her. My ass is bigger, I've always had a plump ass.

I am lost, suddenly. I don't remember any other moves.

"Uh, hey well it seems you already know some." I stammer, stalling.

She laughs rather loudly then.

"Anezka... I take yoga classes every week." She giggles again. "I just wanted to see you."

I truly try to keep my cool, but it feels like my stomach is about to come up my throat. I swallow hard to keep it at bay. "Oh?"

"I hope that... I hope you don't mind. It's just that I don't know, you seemed very cool to me."

I clear my throat, trying not to blush. "Well, thank you."

The silence following kills me. I see her shifting, too.

"Well, actually Anezka.."

She pauses again. And then laughs. "You're going to think I'm so stupid."

The awkwardness in the room was thicker than fog.

"I don't think so." My brain has ideas of what she'll say, but whether I should allow it to go there is a question of my sanity.

"I just, I am kind of curious about.. being with a woman. And I remember back in high school you did that sort of thing."

She blushes three shades darker. Did that sort of thing.

And now I was in the driver's seat. The one who was already lesbian.

"That's true."

She laughs and covers her face, placing her bare knees in front of her. "I'm sorry." She holds herself.

I know she is scared. And I'm given the opportunity to help her.

"Don't be. I'm all yours."

She looks up "What? Really?"

I am confused. Why would she ask if she expected me to say no?

"I mean... yes? I don't see why not."

She looks shocked.

"Oh wow." The fear creeps in and I can see it all over her, but only briefly. She then blushes again and laughs.

"Okay. Well.. then.. good." She nervously taps her fingers against her thigh.

She is more awkward than me, even.

"So do you mean like now.. or?"

I need to know.

"Oh god." She runs her hand over her chest and settles it on her necklace.

"I mean um yeah, sure. This is kind of weird. But I mean I know you so it's not bad, right?"

I suppose I am more straightforward than she expected. Maybe she expected me to ask her out formally first.

"Either way. It's entirely up to you."

"Well, I mean it's kind of exciting. I've never really done anything like this and then also you know it just being with a woman is so-" I kiss her. The nervous babble would have never stopped.

She responds to me. Her mouth moves with mine and I can taste her tongue. Seconds later, she hastily thrusts her body atop mine, a leg on each side of my hips. Viciously, she holds my waist and continues to make out with me.

Holy shit.

My nipples are hardening against hers as she wraps her legs around me and kisses down my neck. She is wet, so wet in fact that I can feel her through the thin shorts. She moans and backs off a little biting her lip like she did earlier. Her eyes sparkle with gentle innocence- the polar opposite of how she acts.

She giggles, that same cute sound that's been making me fall for her all week.

She grabs the hem of her shirt and, as if taunting me, she holds her hand over it and stares at me. I want it so bad. And she knows that. She instead grabs my hand and runs it over her breast. She keeps my hand on her boob as she leans back and moans in pleasure. I can't take it anymore.

I lift the hem of her shirt to which she does not object.

She is loud. Only for a moment do I worry I will get caught.

Lifting the shirt fully off of her exposes a light pink bra. Her boobs spill out the top and as she breathes they rise and fall in and out of the cups. I can almost see her nipples when she breathes in. I kiss her, my pussy opens ready to feel everything she has against it.

I am moaning a bit now, too. Silly, I think. That her clothes aren't even off yet. I kiss down her neck and over the top of her bra line. She gleams, I notice her shifting scandalously so that the top of her areola is showing. As I can sense she wants me to, I kiss her there.

She melts. She delicately hits the floor and then lays on her back.

I lay above her and return to her luscious chest. She seems to like the game. I decide to tease her back. I cup one of her breasts with my hand and begin to carefully lift her bra on the other side. Without looking, I slide my hand between the bra and her body. I can feel her nipple, it's hard against my hand. I grab it between two fingers playing with it. She is ecstatic.

She is already gone. And we haven't even started.

Just as suddenly as she had pounced before, she raises up again and removes the bra completely. Her body before me is nothing short of miraculous. Her breasts are large and round. Her nipples are perky and pink. She is the image of anatomical perfection.

I reach my hands out, ready to grab her ferociously as she had done me. But she grabs my hands first.

"You too" she says.

My attention glances quickly to the door. What if my boss found me like this?

I cannot miss the opportunity.

I slide my shirt off then my bra. My show was much less of a performance than hers. My breasts slip out like horny caged animals. She stares.

I am suddenly a little self conscious. My body is incomparable to hers. She puts her hands out very gently.

"May I?" I chuckle.

"Of course."

Her fingers brush my skin. She is going slow. I remember she's never touched a boob before. Perhaps in her mind this is a moment for her to savor.

I clap my hand over hers, pressing her hand over the entirety of her newest fascination. She squeals.

I laugh loudly.

Where did I find this girl?

She smiles at me and her eyes flash me a naughty look.

She removes her hand and places her face even with my breasts. I feel her cup the side of me and hesitantly her lips find their way over my nipple. She kisses me, gently, at first. Then she runs her tongue over it. She looks at me again, seeking more approval. I breathe heavily and moan to her "yess."

After getting a taste for it, she sucks my hard nipple. I place my hands behind me, exposing my breasts fully to her -and to anyone who came in.

She plays with me, laughing to me as she tugs at my nipple with her mouth.

She is weird, but I can't help but find her sexy.

When she's had enough, my breasts are sore from how hard she pulled.

She looks at me. Her blue eyes searching me, looking to find something in me. Hoping I will ask her for more.

I run my hand up her leg. Over her thigh. She skips a breath as my hands find their way between her legs. Instantly, my fingers are covered in her essence.

She moves seductively, allowing for more of me to fit.

I know she wants it, it's in her body language. I slip my hand down the top of her pants and her underwear. I am flush against her swollen labia. She is shaking.

I have barely touched her but I can tell her insides must be preparing to explode.

I am thrilled for her.

I know she cannot take much more. But I want to feel her cum. I opt against the clitoris for the desire that she'll last a bit longer. I instead delve straight into her. She screams devilishly. She moves herself up and down over my hand once. I feel her pussy tighten around me. Then she throbs from inside and warm liquid coats my fingers. Her face flushes pink.

I felt her finish. She slid down afterward, my fingers slippery enough to slide out on their own.

She looked at me again.

And then she blushed. And laughed.

"Okay. Well, thank you."

My body aching for her to touch me, I realized she was done.

"You're welcome." I smile and wipe her cum on my pants.

She kisses me and gets dressed.

"So will I see you again?" I ask her.

"Oh yes. I think I really need help learning yoga."

I smile, my panties filling with pleasure.

"Definitely"

My breasts are still exposed when she opens the door to leave.

But I did not get caught.

And now it's my turn to cum.