Ok I know there are tons of first time stories out there and a lot of them are just like mine but I don't care and obviously if you're reading this you don't either so here it goes. My name is Kristina, call me Kris. I'm 25 now but back then I was 18 and youthful, I mean I'm still young but there is just something about 18 that is so much better. I was an average girl, brown hair, brown eyes, average build, average height, my boobs were a little above average and truthfully so was my ass. Basically though I was pretty average, I roamed all the groups and was accepted by everyone, I was the funny girl. I had this friend Marcy who was beautiful and sexy as hell. She was blond and blue eyed and big tits and was pretty damn popular with the guys and guess who had a crush on her!! Yah that's right me and I was pretty torn up about it.
Our history goes back to the sixth grade when we met and became instant best friends. We had this ritual where we would watch horror movies all night, eat munchies and then by the end I would be snuggling up with her because she was afraid. Looking back I now understand what was going on but back then, I thought it was pretty normal. I remember the tingling sensation I would get every time I got to hold her and I also remember how wet I would get. I never acted on anything, can't say I really knew or understood what to do and what was happening. Sadly though our friendship ended in a sudden and bitter fight that lasted most of grade eight and by grade nine I had moved on and had stopped trying to get her attention. By the middle grade ten though things were different, Marcy had started hanging around my main group of friends more and more and we were beginning to talk and hang out more. Our friendship blossomed again and those feelings were awakened only this time I knew what was going on.
The summer before grade 12, just as after my 18th, I went to England and stayed with my relatives for a whole month. It was great and horrible all at the same time, I was so horribly homesick. There weren't many of my relatives that were my age so I spent a lot of my time alone and a lot of my time thinking. As the month wore on my loneliness got deeper. My first true awakening came one morning, I'll never forget it. I woke up suddenly and sat up, I had been dreaming. In my dream I was laying naked on top of Marcy and kissing her deeply, caressing her soft white skin. At that very moment I realized everything, not only was I gay but I was also in love my 'straight' best friend. Oh it was both wonderful and frightening, to understand the thoughts and feelings but also the sadness of knowing what could never be. I phoned her that day just to hear her voice, ended up being 5am there when I called but her voice got me through the rest of my time there.
I was so happy when I got home, to see her and to see my family. We ended up going out with her parents, don't really remember where but I remember this moment clear as day. We were walking into her parents house, they were already inside, she was in front of me and she stopped waiting for them to get out of the entrance. I suddenly stopped, I had been staring at her ass and without a thought in my head I place my hand gently on her hip. She whipped around and scolded me to never do that again. I was like a puppy being scolded for peeing on the carpet, I bent my head down to hide the tears that were forming in my eyes. I cursed myself for doing that, for even testing the waters. I was risking a great friendship because if I couldn't have her as my love then being her friend would have to do.
A week later we were hanging out in her room, sitting on her bed just chatting and again for reasons that I could not really comprehend I decided to try something. I took the phone, which was a cordless with an antennae and traced up and down her thighs. She stopped talking and just kind of watched me, not giving anything away in the way she looked at me but she didn't make me stop. Next I slowly undid her belt and her button on her jeans and she shot me a look so I stopped and went back to running the antennae up and down her thigh. She laid back and just enjoyed it, believe me I was enjoying it too, I was getting so wet. Her breathing changed and I put the phone down and used my finger. Slowly I traced up her inner thigh, past her knee and very gently grazed over her mound. I saw her shiver. I started at her other knee and traced up her inner thigh again, grazing her triangle again only this time I went for her zipper. Just at that very moment the damn phone rang and it was her father. Mood shifted and that was that. Again I was cursing myself but obviously she wasn't hating it. So I kept on trying, we did this a few more times. With me trying to get into her pants, it turned into a sort of game.
In between all this we just pretended nothing was happening, life moved on around us and we never spoke of it to each other nor anyone around us. She was killing me though. As all this was going on she had me trying to set her up with one of her ex boyfriends, she told me she loved him. I fought with myself over this subject. Here I was in complete love with her and I had to fix her boy problems but I wanted to see her happy. The only bonus came whenever there was a bump in the road of getting them back together she would be upset and I would get to console her. Hey any touch or hug was enough to get me by.
