"There are two ways to go about it," she said, leaning in close across the table. "Either we go on pretending like there's nothing between us at all, or we go back to my place."
I couldn't deny my attraction. I had known her for years and always thought she was beautiful and confident, making her effortlessly sexy. She knew that I had never been with another woman, and I knew that she had. Her straightforwardness made her all the more alluring.
I tried to play it cool and give her a non-committal smile as I thought about the proposition. She looked into my eyes with a mischievous look and slowly bit her bottom lip. She was being patient with me. Her eyes slowly moved down to my low-cut top and I realized my breath was getting heavy; my breasts were rising and lowering as she watched, still biting her lip. Self-conscious, I leaned back, and finally broke the silence.
"What – what do you mean?" I asked in a pathetic attempt to seem coy. She laughed lovingly, her smile that I had always thought gorgeous inspiring me to smile, too.
We had been reminiscing most of the night about our long friendship. I was visiting from out of town, where I had moved after college. I always made a point to see her when I visited. Like tonight, we went to fancy restaurants and excitedly dressed up for each other – referring to it as our "date night." We drank and flirted shamelessly with the waiters, and with each other. This was the first time she had invited me back to her place.
"Thanks to this," she lifted her wine glass; "I have the courage to tell you what I've wanted to tell you for a long time. I want you. I have for years. And I feel like you want me, too." She took a slow drink, never breaking her gaze from mine. Even her deep blue eyes seemed to be speaking seductively to me. In spite of myself I let out a small gasp and leaned closer to her. Her eyes immediately darted to my cleavage again. "Oh," she moaned quietly.
"Yes," I blurted out, surprising myself. "Yes, let's go back to your place. I want you, too." She looked surprised, then eager, and we left the table and paid quickly. Without saying anything, we were out the door walking toward her apartment.
"Am I really going to do this?" I thought as we walked swiftly past people rushing in out of bars along the road. "Will this be my first time with another woman?" I had thought about it hundreds, maybe thousands of times before. When I masturbated, lesbian fantasies were my favourites to imagine. I looked over at her and noticed her long dark hair flying behind her and the swing of her hips while she walked. I admitted to myself that she had been the focus of more than a few of those fantasies in the past. I exhaled sharply and a shiver ran up my neck.
The summer air was warm and welcoming on my bare legs. We were both dressed in short dark-coloured dresses and heels. We had joked upon arriving at the fancy restaurant that maybe our dresses were a bit too short. We agreed that that's how we liked it.
"It's just up here," she said, beaming with excitement. She had been with women in the past, and whenever she told me about it I was turned on.
We climbed to her apartment and she opened the door, leading me in. "More wine!" she shouted, and I echoed her, somewhat nervously. We walked through to the living room, and she went off to the kitchen to retrieve the drinks. "Have a seat," she called back. I did, and immediately felt against the couch that I was slippery wet. My mouth fell agape involuntarily at the realization just as she returned with the glasses.
"What's that face for?" she teased. At this point I knew that we were playing a back-and-forth game of seduction. I could have told her that it was nothing and let the game continue. Instead, the feeling of my wet pussy against my panties and the anticipation of having her made me take it a step further.
"I just realized that my pussy is soaked thinking about you." Now it was her turn to let her jaw fall. She put down the glasses on the nearest surface and sat down quickly next to me. Then she hesitated.
"I just want you to know that this won't alter our friendship or anything, in case you're worried," and I interrupted: "I'm not worried. I want you, bad. Fuck me, Michelle, please."
She gasped, "Yes," and I immediately kissed her. Our lips met clumsily, but our tongues made up for it. We kissed deeply – my first kiss with a woman – for what felt like minutes on end. I had Goosebumps down my neck. She tasted like her lip-gloss, sweet and girly, and it turned me on even more. Her more experienced hands began to caress the sides of my neck, then down my shoulders to the straps of my dress. We continued kissing as she pulled one strap, then the other, down. Our lips parted and she leaned back, sliding her fingers between the material and my skin at my cleavage. She looked into my eyes, and they seemed to ask if I wanted her to proceed. "Yes," I gasped, breathing hard, my chest swelling against her fingers. She slowly pulled my top down, exposing my bare breasts.
"Oh," she moaned. "I love how you never wear a bra. Not even with breasts this big." She looked at them a moment longer, before placing a hand on each. She squeezed gently.
"They're even better than I imagined." I laughed, feeling self-conscious for the first time since we had started. She looked at me, smiling. "You think I'm joking?" She asked. I shook my head. "I've held some breasts before, you know. These are my favourite." She squeezed a little harder and pushed them together. My nipples were rock hard, and she noticed. She moved her hands down to my legs and leaned on my thighs while she bent toward me, sucking my left nipple into her mouth.
"Oh!" The sensation surprised me. She was flicking my hard nipple with her tongue as she sucked, while her hands massaged my thighs. I closed my eyes and leaned back. She followed until I had my back on the couch. Then she stopped sucking and sat up. I looked at her, a bit surprised.
"Here, get up," she said, helping me up, my dress falling to my hips. She got on her knees in front of me, and slowly pulled my dress down to my feet, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
"Oh wow," she whispered. I looked down to see that my pink panties had a dark wet spot from all my excitement. She leaned in and kissed the spot, sending a bolt through my limbs and making my knees buckle. She smiled up at me and let her hands trail up the backs of my thighs to my ass. She grabbed my cheeks and softly pulled me toward her mouth. I moaned loudly while she kissed my wet lips through my panties, letting my fingers entwine through her hair. Then she pulled back.
"You're just too fucking sexy," she said as she stood up. "I'm getting ahead of myself."
I looked at her wondering what she meant. Did she have a plan?
"Let's head to my bed," she whispered, and gently guided me toward it. When we entered, she pulled the duvet off. "Lie down, Marie."
I laid on the bed and modestly crossed my ankles. She giggled, and reached down to the hem of her dress. She lifted it over her head as I watched. Her legs and hips were glorious and full, further accentuated by her small waist. She removed her bra and the sight of her petite breasts made me bite my lip. Her nipples were cute and pink, and very puffy. I wanted so badly to taste them, and I got up on my elbows toward her.
"Wait," she smiled. I giggled and did as I was told.
She kept her panties on – they were black bikini-style – and she turned toward her dresser. I watched her full, round ass bounce while she walked away.
"Oh, fuck, your ass is amazing," I blurted out. She laughed and, grabbing something from a drawer, turned around and asked, "Do you want to see it up close?"
The question, and the confidence with which it was asked, made me involuntarily spread my legs as my knees twitched with delight. "Oh, yes!"
She smiled at my now exposed panties and whispered, "Good." She kneeled down on the edge of the bed and bent forward, sliding her hands up my legs toward my pantyline. She snuck her fingers underneath and began to slowly pull my panties down. I could feel them peeling away from my wet vulva and raised myself up to allow them to come off. She never took her eyes off me while she pulled the panties all the way off. I felt incredibly exposed and excited as she saw me completely naked for the first time.
Without hesitating, she tossed the panties to one side, and gently pushed my knees apart. My heart was racing, knowing that my vulva was spreading along with my legs, meaning I was opening up in front of her eyes. Her experienced hands guided me open, and my mind was screaming for her fingers or mouth.
