My Best Girl

I'd known Rachel ever since we were 12. She had beautiful mostly red hair, with a hint of gold. Her eyes were a blue so pure that they looked clear at times, and flashed with ice at others. Her body was soft, with gentle curves. There was no doubting that she would make somebody very happy someday. I, in contrast, had shoulder length reddish-brown wavy-curly hair, brown eyes, and a short, square, muscular build.

Rachel and I started getting a little close when we were 18. It was our senior year in high school, and we had a lot of the same friends. One day we were talking over at her house during our lunch hour. Somehow we got onto the subject of lesbians and bisexuals. And it turned out that both of us were kinda into girls.

"I guess what I want is just somebody to experiment with," I found myself saying. Rachel looked up. "You can experiment with me any time," she said softly. I looked up quickly, and saw that she was serious. My heart thudded in my chest, and I stuttered out a few words of utter nonsense, and Rachel started laughing. Blushing, I grinned at her.

Rachel and I spent the next week in, for me, bliss. We began referring to each other as 'my girlfriend.' We messed around, but didn't have sex. Yet.

My mom went out of town for a few days, and left me home alone. I called up Rachel, and she came over to my house. Waiting for her, I lit a few candles, turned out the lights in my room, and laid a rose (I was anticipating this event, and had bought it that afternoon) on my pillow. Then I went upstairs and waited.

Rachel came into my house without knocking, found me upstairs, and sat next to me on the couch. I leaned over and kissed her briefly, just a touch of my lips to hers. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to her for another kiss, this one more intense. When we pulled apart, I saw that her eyes looked feverish. Without any words, I took her hand and led her downstairs to my bedroom. As soon as I shut the door, Rachel was in my embrace. Kissing her gently, I walked her backwards to the bed, sat her down, and knelt on the floor in front of her. She smiled at me with a warmth that made my heart pound. Without breaking eye contact, I reached over and handed her the rose. This earned me a kiss and a beautiful smile.

I got up from the floor, and sat on the bed next to Rachel. When I stretched out on the bed, I pulled her down next to me. We kissed for awhile, and my hand found her pierced belly button. I loved that piercing. I leaned down and kissed her stomache, my tongue playing with the piercing as she moaned her approval. I moved back up, but only as far as her neck. This I kissed gently until her eyes pleaded with me for more. I lifted her shirt up over her head, and my hands found her tits, first stroking her nipples through her silken bra, then under. She removed her bra, and I fell on her nipples, kissing, licking, sucking, and biting. My hand found her zipper, pushed it down, and then my hand found her warm sex.

I ran my index finger up and down her slit lightly, over her panties. She removed my shirt and pants, but left me with my bra and boxers on, as I successfully distracted her by moving my hand under her panties and sliding two fingers into her wet curls. I stopped only long enough for us to shed the rest of our clothing, and then started sucking her nipples, one hand working on her throbbing pussy.

We were breathing hard, I from keeping up with the thrusts of her hips, she with excitement. The next thing I knew, I was on my back with Rachel straddling me, rubbing her clit up against my pussy. The feeling was incredible! I cupped my hands around her ass, and pulled her up so she was straddling my face. Her breath caught in her throat as I flicked my tongue out at her clit. I could feel her wetness on my lips as I rhythmically tongued her clit. Soon I had her clit between my thumb and forefinger, and started plunging my tongue into her tight pussy. She held onto my shoulder with one hand, and started rubbing my clit with the other.

She bucked and rocked up against my probing tongue, making little growling sounds in the back of her throat, which made me go faster. Her index and middle finger went into my pussy, and she used her thumb to stroke my clit. The room filled with an earthy woman-scent, and I could tell that Rachel was near cumming. Once more I switched to fingering her pussy, and licking her clit. Just as the first waves of orgasm hit her, I gently bit into her clit, and she cried out her pleasure just as she shot her juice onto my face. She pinched my clit, and I followed her over the edge, both of us losing ourselves in the mindless pleasure.

I knew that night, falling asleep with my girl in my arms, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Rachel. If she would let me.