"Hey girl!" Sam looked up to find Holly leaning into her office doorway. The smile that accompanied the perky greeting made Sam's heart skip a beat.
"Good morning Holly. How was your weekend?" Sam always played it cool with Holly and never let on that she was totally crushing on her. After some chit chat, the girls made plans for a movie on Tuesday.
Sam had been working up the courage to approach Holly about her idea for an experiment. She wanted to taste pussy and she wanted her first to be Holly's. She went through the next couple of days in a haze. She'd never been this nervous about a date. And it wasn't really a date, just friends hanging out.
Tuesday night finally arrived and Holly picked her up and they headed to the theater. Over drinks later, they chatted lightly. Holly kept mentioning that she was talking too much, but Sam loved watching her face light up when she'd relate some funny story from work or her private life. She could enjoy Holly's smile all night.
But the night had to end and after a few attempts at flirting, Sam climbed out of the car sure that Holly wouldn't want anything to do with her after this. But luckily, she did. They went out a few times more and Sam successfully dropped enough hints that she was able to proposition Holly without crumbling to ashes with embarrassment.
After the initial shock wore off, Holly was very open to the idea of being Sam's first. Over the next few weeks, they texted and chatted openly about what Sam wanted. She didn't want a girlfriend. She wanted someone to let her experiment on them, to hang out with, to laugh with, and to just share human contact with. Sam craved the feel of someone's skin against hers.
And with spring break's arrival, Sam had the house all to herself and the chance to taste Holly finally arrived. She cleaned the house, changed the sheets, then hopped in the shower for the longest shower of her life.
Her nipples were so sensitive that the water spray hitting them had her heating up. She ran her soapy hands over her tits, feeling her nipples pebble even more as she teased them with her fingernails. Her right hand slid down, over her belly, to put a little pressure on her mound.
Slipping her fingers between her lips, she found that slippery, wet nectar that men found so irresistible. The thought that she would finally understand that in just a few hours, made her even hornier than she already was.
But she had to shave before going any further, something she hadn't done in years. No reason to deal with the itch of stubble if no one was going to notice the slick, smooth skin between her legs, so she'd quit shaving and only trimmed her bush for years. Once she was done, the feeling of her wet, slick pussy was too much to resist.
Sam began rubbing her outer lips while she teased her nipples. She dropped her other hand lower and pulled her skin up, lifting the hood away from her throbbing clit. She began circling her clit slowly.
Since penetration did nothing for her, she focused all of her attention on that hard little nub. The shower started getting cooler, but Sam never noticed. She imagined it was Holly's pussy she was touching, Holly's clit she was rubbing. Her breathing was rapid, her eyes were closed, and her fingers quickened and applied a little more pressure.
She was so close. Her legs tensed up and she rubbed her clit hard, cumming with a moan that echoed in the tiled shower stall. Sam finished washing up and climbed out, legs a little weak. She got dressed and waited for Holly to arrive.
The dogs let her know that Holly had driven up. Sam put them out and opened the front door for Holly. Sam greeted her with a hug and they made their way to Sam's bedroom. From that point, it just got awkward. Sam didn't know what the hell she was doing and Holly wasn't taking the lead.
"So what do we do?" Sam asked.
