My friend Melanie has the hottest ass in the world. I don't know what it is about it, but it's perfect, and just thinking about it gets me wet. She used to send dirty pictures of herself to guys online but get me to give my opinions on them first. I think she was half showing off, half genuinely wanting me to look at her naked. So that was how I first saw her ass anyway.
We used to hang out from when we were about eighteen to about twenty three, and all the time I knew her she was obsessed with sex. We'd spend hours watching 'hilarious' porn, or talking about sex and guys. She had no problem being naked around me either, getting me to come keep her company while she was taking a bath, or getting changed with me in the room. At first I thought that was weird, it's not like I had a lot of other friends who did that - and I never mentioned it to my other friends - but I think I secretly liked it. She was a little coy sometimes but I think there was always some kind of underlying sexual tension between us. Guys used to ask us if we'd ever had sex with each other and sometimes we'd tell them yes, just to see their reactions. I often found myself thinking about her when I masturbated, which freaked me out at first. She was my friend, and a girl besides, and I tried to avoid thinking about what it would be like to make out with her, and how her naked body looked. Eventually I gave in, because the orgasms I had when I fantasized about fucking her were the best ones I ever gave myself. After that I used to regularly fuck myself with my vibrator or my fingers or whatever and think about her, especially after she'd give me detailed accounts of her sexual encounters with guys. Every so often I'd get lucky when we were hanging out and she'd tease me by sitting on my lap or squeezing my ass or my tits 'jokingly'. I think she knew exactly what she was doing.
One time, before we actually had sex, we nearly did. We were about eighteen at the time, and we'd been talking to this guy and both kind of liked him. We all ended up in bed together at his, but it was the lamest threesome ever. Hardly any lesbian stuff actually happened (we made out and touched each others' tits), and we just ended up giving the guy a hand job and going home. But that's another story. It was after the threesome that things actually got interesting.
So, one night, we'd been out dancing and drinking and stuff, and Mel was gonna stay at mine for the night. When we got home, around two thirty in the morning, we both headed straight to bed wearing just our underwear - I remember, I was wearing a pair of white silky briefs and she had black lace frenchies on. We didn't care about seeing each others' tits, it happened all the time.
We were laying in bed in the dark, and were talking about what a good night we'd had, and laughing at various guys who had tried to pick us up (where we live is like sleazebag central). Since it was so recent, conversation gradually turned to the threesome.
'It was just so lame,' I said. 'It's like, you should feel really proud of your sexual prowess if you've actually had a threesome, but it was just like, what was the point?'
Mel laughed. 'I know. Part of me wants to go back and just be like, fuck it, let's do this right. Get really, really dirty and fulfil his wildest fantasy.' We both giggled although there was a definite sense that both of us were dancing around an issue. It was hot in my room so I nudged the duvet down to my stomach, letting the air cool down my chest. My nipples were hard.
'Would you do it again?' Mel asked.
'I'm not sure,' I said. It felt like something between us was giving way, like the unsaid truths that we'd always thought about but never mentioned were finally going to come out tonight. Fuck it, I thought, just test the waters. 'Ok, don't think I'm coming on to you or anything, but in all honesty - if I was going to do it again, I'd definitely involve you but find a different guy.'
'Really?' Mel asked happily. She giggled. 'I'm the same. He had such a weird cock. But I'd definitely want you in my next threesome as well.'
We both laughed.
'I mean, the whole thing was terrible,' I said. 'The most turned on I got was when I was making out with you.'
'Oh my god, me too!' Mel confessed. 'Don't think I'M coming on to YOU, but I was so turned on when we were kissing and stuff, I would've been happy to have just kicked him out and had some fun with you!' We laughed again.
'God, we have such a weird friendship,' I giggled. 'I kind of want to sleep with a girl just because I think it'd actually be really good. You know?'
'Yeah, just to see how it feels.'
My pussy was tingling with hope and I wondered if she was getting as turned on as I was. I secretly slipped one finger between my pussy lips and rubbed my clit a little.
'I think we'd be hot, if we actually had sex,' I half-joked, keeping the tone light.
'Definitely!' Mel agreed. She was lying on my left, facing me as I lay on my back looking at the ceiling, my tits dying to be touched. Even in the dark I could tell she was glancing at them.
'I do sometimes wish I was a guy so we could fuck,' I admitted, a little nervous in case I'd crossed a line. 'Your ass is amazing, I would love to have a cock so I could fuck you doggy style.'