I'm not gay, hell, I'm not even bi but I knew I wanted her the first moment I saw her. She was across the room, surrounded by a handful of men. She was beautiful. Tall, golden blonde hair that playfully teased her chin and cheeks when she tossed her head back to laugh... a tan so deep that it accented every curve and reminded me of pale brown sugar or cinnamon sugar ... or was it toasted vanilla, at any rate ... something edible. She was tall too, which is attractive because I'm not the most delicately built woman. I'm an even six foot tall and have broad shoulders from playing rugby in England every summer while visiting my grandparents. My hair is very blonde and cut into a short, layered bob that's swept to the side, so that often I can peek at people through the hair that covers my right eye. Of all my features I am most vain about my eyes, blue with flecks of green and changing with my mood. My mouth's not bad either and I could envision it all over her luscious curves. Her New York accent was raspy and sexy. Everything about her drew me to her so like the sly bitch I am, I eased my way into the crowd and butt into the conversation.
After all around introductions I studied her brown eyes while we chatted and somewhere between first laying eyes on her and the margarita, I made up my mind to seduce her. By the end of the night the spark started, us doing girl things, going to the restroom together, pointing out good looking men, checking out women's clothes and shoes, I walked out of there with her phone number and a clit so hard it almost hurt. The cab driver had no clue I came as he took me home.
So began our friendship, shopping, lunches, dinners, phone calls, beauty days ... you know, the typical girlfriend thing. No topic off limit, no pair of heels un-borrowable. We tanned together, got waxed together, drank and danced together. It was an effortless rapport and we even flirted, though I think it was innocent on her part, we'd go out and she'd be my girlfriend when some asshole was hitting on us. Every time I would think about going that extra step to get her into my bed, something happened and after three months of wanting her I grew frustrated. Every bit of time we spent together ended with me touching myself. It became a torture.
It happened on a Saturday when we were laying out by the pool. After noon it began to rain and our plans for a day of lounging and sipping margaritas was moved inside. We both showered to get the sweat and oil off our bodies and we ended up laying on the couch, sipping drinks and doing our nails, both of us in robes, wet hair and giddy with tequila.
"So how was your date the other night?" - I asked while refilling our drinks. She was busy painting her toe nails and every so often I would get a glimpse of her shaved lips.
"Ugh!" - she said, rolling her eyes - "Total loser. His hair piece was horrible, he chewed with his mouth open and he kept looking at me like he could dip me in chocolate and eat me for days, I fucking hate that when I don't feel the same." Her blonde hair was stringy and damp, it covered her face completely as she sat, head tilting down, to watch the brush stroke paint onto her toes.
"You should be used to it by now, babe." - I said, laughing - "All men look at you that way." I idly turned on the TV and exchanged the remote for the nail polish she had been using. She began changing channels while I concentrated on painting my toes the same color. Now I'll be the first to admit how lascivious I am but I can't deny the touch of embarrassment at her discovery that I subscribed to adult channels.
"You watch porn?!" - she said through amused giggles - "Look at you, you little slut!" She laid back and started watching the TV and to act nonchalantly I replied "Doesn't everybody?". It was a good one, I had already seen it but she entertained herself watching it while I painted my toes. She watched for a long time, as long as it took for me to finish and refill our drinks, and when I settled back to watch with her, my feet on the coffee table so that the polish job wouldn't smear, she spoke.
"Real life should be that way, men with huge cocks and tight bodies that speak very little. Just bend me over and fuck me, I don't wanna be bothered with half the mating ritual shit. Most talk a good game only to fall flat on their asses at the moment of do or die. I haven't been fucked good since that guy in November ... what was his name?" - she said.
"Rob..." - I replied absently, I was engrossed watching the anal scene, I love anal scenes.
"Mmm Rob ... that was it" - she replied - "Have you done anal?"
I looked at her - "Of course, who hasn't?"
"Just checking! You like it?" - she said, grinning.
I returned her grin - "Hell yes...if you haven't guessed, I've done everything you can possibly think of." - and with that, I returned to watching the movie. I saw her look at me curiously through my peripheral vision but I thought nothing of it and since she didn't say anything I let it go and just sat there watching the porn, getting wetter and wetter.
She got up just before a two woman-one man scene came on and she refilled the pitcher of margaritas, by the time she got back, it was in full swing.
She refilled my glass before sitting down. "Have you done that?" - she asked.
I shrugged my reply and she turned to stare at me aghast.
"You have! Haven't you!" - she demanded.
Amused, I looked over at her and grinned, thinking it better to shut up about the fact that I hadn't, thinking it'd be better to let her think what she wanted to think. Instead of responding to her demand, I said - "That man does NOT know how to lick a pussy."
"She does though..." - she replied and I could tell my lack of answer annoyed her. Several minutes passed and I could see her casting peeks at me every so often until she finally decided to ask me. Very unlike her in manner she asked - "Have you ever been alone with a woman? ... Outside of a threesome I mean."
I know it probably sounds really lewd but my pussy quivered when she asked me that and I knew then and there that before the end of the night I'd be tasting her. I'm not normally a shy woman, I'm actually very aggressive, but since I had never been with a woman I had played it safe, nurturing the friendship just to keep her close. I'd have spent the rest of our time together frustrated, without making a move, had we not been watching porn that day.
"Have you?" - I asked cautiously, curiously, the sounds of fucking becoming a mere buzz in the back of my senses.
It was her turn to be vague and I knew I'd have to be in charge. It's all right, that's how I like it, to take control. I decided honesty was best. "When I was growing up I had a friend I fucked around with. Sucking tits, petting over clothes, you know, light stuff."
"I think everyone had a friend like that." - she said.
"Probably, I don't think everyone still thinks about it though. She had a great body, even at 13." - I said - "Sometimes I think about what it would have been like to taste her. We got to fingering each other but never to taste. I was too chicken to either ask or do it myself."
