It was the middle of July and my four girlfriends and I were in Spain for my hen weekend. In less than four weeks I was going to marry the love of my life. Everything was booked and the invitations had been posted. So all I had to do for three glorious days was relax and hopefully get a nice tan for the wedding. It was our second night in Spain and we had gone out for a beautiful meal before heading to the bar for a few drinks. I was feeling quite tipsy when the girls suggested going on to a night club. I really wasn't in the mood, I was tired and sun burnt. I just wanted to go back to our apartment and relax. I also wanted to face time my fiancé Peter. So I told the girls to carry on without me. They spent the next twenty minutes trying to persuade me to come with them. But they gave up when they saw that I wouldn't change my mind.
So I hoped in a taxi and headed home. When I got there I slipped out of my bra because it was hurting my shoulders and put on a loose sundress. I poured myself a cold glass of white wine and sat down to face time Peter. We chatted for a while, I told him all about the holiday and he told me how work was going. As I said earlier I was feeling quite tipsy so I asked him if he wanted to see my white bits. His eyes lit up as I started to pull down the top of my dress. I showed him the mark that the bikini had left on my small breasts. He asked me if I had any other white bits, so I obliged by pulling the skirt up to my waist so he could see my white ass, I was wearing a small white lace thong, so he got a very good view.
He started to describe what he was going to do with my white bits once I got home. Hearing him describe how he was going to eat my pussy had me super turned on. He told me how he was going to "bend me over and rip that scrap of lace off my tight cunt." I moaned at his words and I told him how wet I was and that I needed to touch myself, I needed to cum while he talked dirty to me. He told me I could only do that if I moved the phone so he could watch.
So I placed the phone on the coffee table in front of me and I slowly rubbed my hand down my toned stomach. Just as I reached my sweet spot my friend Ann stumbled through the front door. I jumped off the couch and tried to fix myself before she saw anything, but from the astonished look on her face I knew she had seen everything. I was so embarrassed I could have died.
Ann on the other hand just burst out laughing. She saw the phone on the table and knew Peter must be on line. She shouted hi to him as she walked into the kitchen. I quickly said goodbye to Peter and hung up. I followed Ann into the kitchen to apologise and beg her never to mention it again. She assured me it would be our little secret and not to worry about it. So we both got a drink and headed into the sitting room again. She told me she had lost the girls in the night club so she decided to just get a taxi home.
After some initial awkwardness , I started to relax. We both just sat around chatting for a while and everything went back to normal. We opened a second bottle and I went to get some cream for my sunburn, it was beginning to hurt so I wanted to cool it down. As I rubbed in onto my legs I thought I saw a weird look in Ann's eyes but I just passed it off as drunkenness and continued massaging it in. When I had my arms and legs done I tried to do my back and shoulders, I normally got Peter to do these bits. As soon as I thought about him rubbing cream onto me my nipples got hard and I felt a familiar stirring down below. I pushed all thoughts of him aside as I continued trying to reach behind me.
Ann watched me struggle for a few minutes before taking the bottle off me and saying she would do it. As she began to rub it in I felt instant relief, the coolness was just what I needed. She started on my shoulders and worked her way down. When she got close to the top of my dress she asked me if I wanted her to go lower, I felt so good that I told her yes and pulled the dress down a little. I held the front up so it was covering my boobs. when Ann noticed my shyness she laughed and pointed out that she had already seen my breasts tonight, so reluctantly I lowered my dress so she could have access to all of my back.
Ann's hands on me felt so soft and gently that I began to relax. Sensing my relaxation she suggested she give me a back massage, at that moment I was so at ease that I agreed. She put more cream on her hands and added more pressure to her movements. It was just what I needed, apparently I was still very stressed after what Ann had walked in on earlier. I was also still horny, seen as I didn't get to finish what Peter and I had started.
Ann's hands began to move further down my back and I was loving it. I don't know if it was the few glasses of wine I had or just how relaxed I was but I moaned quietly as her hands worked their magic. Suddenly I felt Ann's breath on my neck as she leaned in close and whispered into my ear. She asked if she was doing it right and if I was enjoying it. I nodded yes in response. She told me I had beautiful skin and that she was loving touching me like this. I was slightly taken aback by her words but I just let it go, I presumed it was just the drink talking.
We started talking mindlessly again as she rubbed my back. We settled into chatting and drinking but I never pulled my dress back up and she never stopped rubbing my back. Talk soon came around to my upcoming wedding. I told her how excited I was and about all the plans we had for our honeymoon. Talk of the honeymoon soon turned into talk of sex, we had always been very open about our sex lives with each other, so I told her about the sexy outfit I had bought to surprise Peter while we were away. I described how it pushed my breasts up and pulled in my waist. As I was describing it I pushed my boobs up to show her and she said that she loved my breasts just as they were.
Her hand that had been rubbing my back snaked around my side and started to rub my breast. I gasped as she did this but she just laughed and said she wanted a little feel before I was a married woman. We both laughed and I told her maybe she should use both hands so she could check them both out. By this stage we were both pretty drunk and still laughing so when she suggested she give me a breast massage I agreed.
She grabbed the bottle of lotion off the coffee table and squirted it onto her hands. She rubbed her hands together to warm it up and she put both hands onto my breasts. The lotion felt cool on my skin so my nipples instantly hardened. As her fingers started to gently caress my skin we both stopped laughing. We just stared at each other. I had never done anything like that before but for some reason I didn't want her to stop. I knew Ann had "experimented" with a friend she had gone to collage with but I didn't know if she wanted to continue this. I hoped she did and as she gazed into my eyes while her hands started to move again I got my answer.
I was used to Peter's rough touch and I loved it. But as Ann rubbed her soft thumbs over my erect nipples I felt a familiar dampness between my legs. So there I was, sitting on the couch of my holiday apartment, half naked with one of my best friends and apparently I was going to have my first lesbian experience. I knew it was wrong, I was engaged, but at that moment in time all I could think about was how my best friend kissed.
So I decided to either go big or go home as they say and I went for it. I moved in for a kiss. I moved slowly so Ann had time to back out if she wanted to but once I got half way Ann moved closer to me and together we closed the gap. Her soft lips met mine in a very gentle kiss. We started slowly but I soon felt brave enough to lick her lips as I tried to deepen the kiss. Ann responded immediately, allowing me full access.
