I knew all her secrets. I knew about the tattoo on the inside of her right thigh that said "Taste the Rainbow." I was there when she got it, the same night I got a twin tattoo on my left thigh. I knew about every late night rendezvous. I knew that she hated being the Reverends daughter. I knew what her face looked like mid-orgasm.
She, Emma, had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. She was everything a parent could dream of, on the surface. She was smart, funny, ambitious, involved. She was slender, about 5'5" with adequate C cup breasts; she had blonde hair, blue eyes and a spattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. As I mentioned she is the Reverends daughter. Her father spoke his sermons at our local church. He wasn't really what you would call "Holier than Thou" but like all good clergy men, he didn't like when people questioned him. Which of course my mother did a lot, her parents never really approved of our friendship but had no reason to forbid us from being friends.
My mom, a bar tender at the edge of town, was a hippie in her own right. She had her own set of beliefs, most of which didn't jive with the conservative ideals of the church. But when your only child comes to you at 4 and tells you she likes girls, I guess from then on you have to be pretty accepting. And she has been, even when my obvious lust for my best friend became a point of contention between us.
'What are you going to do when her father finds out?' She'd ask me.
'Tell him to kiss my ass?' was usually my reply.
Her dad was very homophobic. Not openly of course. But you knew when you heard him talk about "the gays" that he was not fond of the idea. So in my mind, I was sure he'd lose his mind if he knew just how much rainbow his little girl had tasted.
Emma was, understandably, a bit of a wild child behind closed doors. Still you can imagine my surprise when she comes to me between classes at school our senior year, we'd both just turned 18 the weekend before, and tells me she wants to give me my gift. I was a little concerned when she led me to the dressing room behind the stage,
"Emma, I don't want to get into trouble, your dad will shit if he finds out we skipped classes." For all my bluster, I was always a little afraid her dad would take her from me.
"So then don't get caught." Was her reply, that simple.
We waited for the tardy bell to ring signaling the start of the next class mod. Leading me into the dark room, she closed the door behind us and left me to stumble around in the dark.
"Em as for birthday gifts, this one is lacking so far." I teased her, only mildly annoyed.
"Just shut up and trust me."
I rolled my eyes and listened as I heard her rustling around across the room.
Several moments of near silence passed before I let out an exasperated sigh. I was starting to think she'd ditched me.
Then I felt her in front of me, but she was close, too close. All my horny lesbian vibes were picking up sexual tension, but I was sure that was just because I hadn't been laid in a while and Emma had worn a plaid skirt to school that day not knowing it drove me crazy to see it on her.
"Leslie, are you ready for your gift?" she asked.
I could smell her breath as it skimmed over my lips, bubble gum. I heard her flip her shoulder length blonde hair, it smelled of vanilla. Then two small, delicate hands slid around my neck and her soft full lips were on mine tasting of her watermelon lip gloss. Watermelon had never tasted so good to me. I was stunned at first, not sure where this was coming from. Emma pulled away.
"Leslie, we're best friends right? So if I told you, I-I have a crush on you...I think. You won't like get mad will you?" She sounded so unsure of herself for the first time ever.
I couldn't answer, I was afraid it was a dream. Instead of replying I leaned in and hungrily captured her lips with my own. Every curve of hers fit delicately in every one of my curves. Her breasts were pressed against my chest and I realized her button up top had been discarded. I greedily cupped her breasts in my hands allowing them to rest in my palms while my thumbs snuck beneath the underwire and found her nipples.
Normally I'd have gone much slower with a virgin to lesbian sex. But I had masturbated to the thought of her so many times I was trying to take in as much as I could in case she hated me after today. Based on her moans though, she was into it.
We backed our way into the counter and I sat her up on it, I didn't waste any time at this point as I was acutely aware that our time would be up and we'd have to return to class shortly and I was determined to show her why she wanted to do this again.
I spread her thighs, standing between them as she laid her head back against the wall length mirror behind her. I slipped my fingers under her panties and pulled them down finding her wet and ready when my fingers returned to the apex of her thighs. I touched her once, and she shuddered out a moan. I knew this would be quick. Sliding my fingers up and down her slit, I spread her open and ran my thumb over her clit. She squeaked in delight and I started to rub small circles around her clit, the squeaks turning to pants when I slid two fingers inside of her and the pants turned to moans as I rubbed her clit and fingered her.
She buried her mouth into my neck as she came in a hot gush of fluid that leaked into my palm. I laid my palm flat against her clit rubbing big circles as she came down from her orgasm. Pulling my fingers out, I started to lick them clean but she beat me to it sticking one finger in her mouth and then the other. My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I saw the heated look in her baby blue eyes as she tasted herself off of me. Her pink tongue making electric zings through my body as it touched my skin.
Once she cleaned my fingers she sat back and kissed me, snaking her hand down my pants. I wasn't sure what I expected. I guess that she'd be horrible at it having never touched any other girl but herself at the time, but she expertly touched me and without penetrating made me cum. Eyes tight I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out. Blood trickled into my mouth. Satisfied with herself she pulled her hand out and licked her fingers too.
"Happy Birthday." She said jumping off the counter.
I was still catching my breath, but I giggled.
We straightened ourselves up and left separately to return to class.
