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This is a true story, from a good friend, written with just a little...creative licence.
All characters are over 18.
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She had no idea.
She would probably never know what this was to me. How much this one night would mean. How I was feeling now, how I would feel after. She'd never really get it. How long I'd wanted this. Wanted her. And how badly. She'd never feel like this for anyone. I'd never feel like this for anyone else. I knew this. But I couldn't stop.
It had come out of nowhere.
"I'm so buzzed right now."
My best friend. She had been for so long. Like a sister. A sister who I wanted to fuck. A sister who filled me with clichés; weak knees and quickened heartbeats. Every smile and every hug and every whispered word became my new best memory.
"Look how much we've drank."
It took me so long to realise it. I liked guys, sure, and I'd known I'd liked girls for a while now. I simplified it for myself, I was a girl who was attracted to attractive people. Wide shoulders or thin waists, strong jaw lines and high, pert breasts. It was never a problem for me, defining or labelling myself. No. The problem came later.
"Isn't it, like, really warm in here?"
Watching porn on a lonely Saturday night. Not in the mood to find a willing partner to pass the evening with. Spending some time alone. Me time.
Two girls on screen, their tongues dancing wildly in each other's mouths. My fingers slowly caressing the front of my underwear. It was the way they looked at each other. They'd talk, and smile their fake little smiles, "I've never felt this way about a girl", "I didn't know it could be this way", and so on. But the second their pre-written, shitty, amateur porn lines ended, the masks were off. True passion. They attacked each other. They each made the other squeal and moan with expert precision. They'd done this before, many times.
"I'm feeling pretty hyper, ya know? Pretty crazy..."
It was true love on screen. Real life passion, a loving relationship, hiding beneath a thin veil of pornography. This was what I'd wanted. All those one nights with the pretty boys and handsome young women. All the cock sucking and clit licking and empty intimacy. This was what I'd unknowingly wanted. They were lost in each other. I loved it. So where is the problem? The problem lies with: why, as my fingers slid inside myself, as my ass bucked up and down on my desk chair, as I launched my head back and joined the duet of wailing pumping from my desk-top speakers: why.
Why did her face come into my mind?
"I kind of feel like...anything could happen..."
These were her lines. I'd heard them before, but never like this. With her eyes locked onto mine, her sloping smile directing her trite, generic words at me.
She probably didn't even know what she was saying, or how often she said them. It was her unconscious slip, her switch from normal tipsy chattiness to seductively sexually interested. Experimental. I'd seen it before, the look in her eyes, the way she stuck out her chest. Every time I'd seen it in the past, I could feel my panties dampen, but now it was like my body didn't dare. I didn't dare hope that these were the same lines, the same look. We were the only two in the room. A random, late night visit from a good friend.
A pair of faces sprang to memory. Two brothers, about 2 years between them, about 3 between her and the youngest. Handsome, sexy. At first I thought we were going to split them. That's what we'd discussed in giggled whispers between hits 4 and 5.
"Anything could happen."
It was awkward, the morning after. I'd spent the night with their not-so-little sister, who was buxom but shy. Inexperienced, but eager to please. Not the worst I'd ever had. But between the brothers...well, they could barely look each other in the eye. But she didn't notice. Still flirting, still winking away. Still vapid and self-centred and entirely tempting. She joked about it. Her two big boys. What fun.
Who knows what happened to their relationship afterwards. Or maybe it wasn't that unusual, their weekly, not-quite-incestuous 3 way with some unknown hot chick.
Doubtful.
She convinced them. She seduced them.
The same way she seduced a good friend's little brother. 18 and still a virgin, he'd have done anything. Literally.
Well, at least he'd seemed to enjoy it. Where had she even gotten a strap-on? Where had she been hiding it all night, waiting for the right lull in the drunken chatter to excuse herself and drag him along?
It doesn't bare thinking about.
Or does it?
Our eyes were still locked. She was still smirking that almost smirk, letting the question as to what "anything" would entail linger in the mind of her chosen target.
Me.
After years of not saying anything, never making a move because of the absolute knowledge that she'd never shown a hint of lust for the fairer sex. I'd have noticed.
"Gaydar" is the common term. A sixth sense, well honed. I can spot a lingering look, or an eyebrow raised in curious pondering, from a "straight" girl from across a dimly lit bar, almost completely wasted. This...wasn't that.
This was how she lived. Admirable, in a way. When she realised she wanted to try something, some dirty little fetish, she didn't think about it very long. She didn't search for porn of it on the internet, and she certainly didn't talk to anyone about it. She just did it.
Find an eager young man, willing to experiment, or two handsome brothers, hopefully closer than people realise...and live out her fantasy. These events were fairly few and far between, afterwards it's back to plain old boyfriends and straight sex in the missionary position. Well, not quite that vanilla, but you know what I mean.
This wasn't a change in lifestyle choice, nor was it a confession of long held desire. It was a whim. An impulse, almost.
The question was; Was I smart enough to walk away from this?
We were already kissing.
It was intense. From both sides. Tongues exploring each others mouths, hands already stroking hips, moving south. I was bringing an adolescence and early adulthood full of barely contained lust, and she was apparently bringing the same frenzied attention she brought to all of these encounters.
And now she's lying down, our bodies touching at every point. My hands were working on automatic, gently teasing out the clips from her hair and quickly, expertly, unhooking her bra with a snap of my fingers. Like magic. Suddenly she was squeezing my ass, hard. Electrical pulses ran up my spine and all over.
She was touching me.
Groping
me.
My hands moved downwards. I slid them behind her back, and into the waist of her jeans. Always just a little to loose, so that they'd just hang on the hips, rather than hug them.
Her eyes were closed.
I let my fingers slip slowly down, feeling her deliciously soft skin. No panties.
'Atta girl.
She moaned loudly into my mouth. I could literally feel myself dampen in response. Too soon she was pushing me away, smiling.
