So we walked around and I gave her a tour, and it only hit me just this second as I'm writing this that she at least knew her way around well enough to know where the bathroom was. We hit it off, partially because of our ages (I was 18, she was 21) and partially just chemistry. We eventually ended up just sitting on a bench, making small talk. I honestly don't remember anything that either of us said, since I was concentrating on her unbelievably tight body. She's got this California girl kind of vibe, but in a good way, not the stuck up, high maintenance way. She's actually very down to earth and intelligent. She's one of those people that everyone loves because she's so friendly to everyone. All the people at work instantly fell in love with her, which made me feel extremely flattered that as the weeks went on she seemed to be friendlier towards me than other people. We would only see each other about once a week, and talk for less than an hour of the time, so we didn't get very far past the small talk phase for a long time. Which was why I was totally surprised when she offered for me to live with her and her husband (yes she was married). I have no idea how we got around to this topic, but the first thing I remember was her saying, "You could live with me if you want. You know, if you need a place to stay or something." I sort of laughed and she said, "No, I'm serious." No, I didn't go live with her and her husband, but we both discussed the possibilities and gave it some serious thought. I might still do it one day.
Whenever we got the chance to talk, she would also always come up with reasons why we should hang out. For example, we'd be talking about how we don't have an Abercrombie and Fitch, and she'd say, "Hey let's order clothes online sometime. You know, together." Things like that. She was very good at it, she could invite me to do something with her several times in an hour, making it sound perfectly natural. Ok, I have to say that up until the time when something actually happened, I thought she was straight, just very friendly. She was friendly with everybody, and it just didn't seem possible that someone as pretty and popular and fun as her wasn't straight.
We didn't actually get to hang out for a long time though, until one day we decided to watch scary movies at her house. (Another one of those times when she came up with an idea to get together out of idle talk). I was to sleep over in the guest bedroom, and I have no idea where her husband was. I guess he was out with the guys or something, but I never saw him that night. I came over to her house and ate dinner (not sashimi this time), and we settled down on the couch to start watching our movies. We were both wearing just a t shirt and boxers, so it got kind of cold. She brought over a blanket and sat to my left, and we kind of snuggled in it while we were watching the movie. We had both admitted to being total pussies as far as scary movies go, so we weren't actually watching the movie. Mostly we had our faces hidden in each other's arms and shoulders. At one point I realized that the back of her hand had been pressed up against my left breast for a while and her left hand was on the inside of my left thigh as she hid her face in my chest/neck area. I was holding her other hand and my legs were in her lap with my knees sort of pulled up, and my face was in her hair. I wasn't even paying attention to the movie at all, I could only focus on how good her hair smelled and how soft it was against my face. I'm not really sure what happened, but a few seconds after I realized how close our bodies were, she must have picked up on some vibes from me or something because she looked up and stared at me. My heart started pounding in my chest which I'm sure she felt since her hand was still pressed up against it, and her face was so close to mine. We looked at each other like that forever. I don't know what was going through her head, but personally I was too scared to move. She makes me nervous, even now. Finally she leaned in and kissed me very lightly on the lips, then pulled back and gave me a questioning look, like "Is this ok?" Thinking back on it, it's kind of weird that there was this girl I had previously thought to be straight asking a lesbian if she's freaking out about kissing girls.
I pulled her body into mine so we were as completely pressed up against each other as we could be and kissed her again, with a little more force to it. I ran my fingers through her hair while she started licking my lips. I opened my mouth and her tongue started playing with mine. My pussy was starting to throb at this point and I ground my hips against hers as she shifted our bodies so that she was lying on top of me. We made out for a while on the couch, but the back of the couch got in the way and the movie was distracting, so we decided to move on to the bedroom.
She took my hand and led me to her bed, then when we got to it she turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck as we resumed kissing. I ran my hands up and down her sides and back, stopping to squeeze her ass for a second. She moaned into my mouth, which is one of the hottest things ever, and pulled my t shirt over my head. She started kissing my jaw line and my neck, down to my 36b breasts. She took my left nipple in her mouth and licked all over the nipple and areola slowly. I moaned and started running my fingers through her hair again. After a while, she moved on and did the same thing to my other nipple. She spent a pretty long time on each nipple, maybe 10 minutes each. She licked in between my breasts and underneath them, then started kissing and licking my stomach. As she was doing that, she pulled my boxers down and I stepped out of them. She inhaled sharply as she saw my completely shaven pussy and the juices that had started running down my thigh a little.
