For the past 18 years, I've been harboring a guilty little secret, which I've never spoken to anyone about. Not to my lovers, not to my ex-husband, not to my best friends, not to anyone. It's one of those secrets that's too embarrassing to tell, but too erotic to keep bottled up inside. It's something I've played over and over in my mind at least a hundred times since it happened, each time bringing back at least a little bit of the feeling I experienced that night.
Recently, I've begun to discover the enjoyment of reading erotic stories, and after several weeks of thinking about this, I've decided that the only way to get this secret off my chest is to share it with someone... anyone... by writing down what happened that night.
Unlike most of the stories on this site, what I'm about to describe is not a fantasy. This is what really happened. As I mentioned, this is something I have thought about for years, so, although some of the details may escape me, I remember this night more vividly than any other night of my entire life.
This story involves my friend Kelly (not her real name) and I. Best friend, to be more specific. We met at the beginning of our freshman year in High School, and we soon became inseparable. Kelly and I did practically everything together. We were both smart kids, in all of the accelerated & honors classes, and each year, we would plan our schedules together so that we could take the same classes. We had the same lunch periods, gym classes, and we were both in orchestra together... she played flute, and I played clarinet. We studied together, worked on group projects together, and even got in trouble together. We had the occasional fight, but it never usually lasted more than a day or two.
I couldn't even begin to tell you what I liked about her. It was pretty much... everything. She was smart, funny, she had a great personality. Like myself, she was an over-achiever, both in class and in regards to extra-curricular activities. We liked the same movies and music, the same TV shows; you name it.
I guess the best way to describe Kelly is that she was a bit of a Tomboy. She was always wearing jeans and sweatshirts. Thinking back, I have a hard time picturing her in anything else. It's not that she wasn't attractive; she just never dressed the part. There were a few occasions... the Junior Prom, the Senior Ball, our Orchestra Concerts... where she had her hair done, her nails manicured, a dress or skirt on, and she looked amazing! But most of the time, it was "dress down" day for her. As much as I tried to coax her into getting "prettied up" more often, that's just who she was.
It's too bad. She was about 5'5" (slightly shorter than me), with pale blue eyes and shoulder length hair. She's naturally a light brunette, but she would frequently color her hair so that it was more of a reddish color. Not, like, fire engine red or anything, but a natural, vibrant, healthy looking red. I remember her hair as always being very soft and thick. I always thought she had nicer hair than mine, but she never really did anything with it. To describe her figure, I would use the word 'voluptuous'. She certainly wasn't fat, but she had a few extra pounds around the tummy. Her chest was a 36C, making her a bit more top heavy compared to the proportions of her hips and legs. She hated sports, but her legs and arms always seemed to be well toned. Kelly had amazing skin, or at least by my standards. She was half Irish, so her complexion was very fair. There were a few freckles on her face, but they were light, and you could only see them when you were up close. What I remember the most about her skin was that it was soft and smooth. Maybe over the years, this aspect has been exaggerated in my mind, but I can't recall anyone else I know whose skin was that soft and smooth.
I was also quite thick in my teens (and even now, for that matter). My breasts were always a bit larger than hers, but I had quite a bit more padding in my rear end too. Not to the point of "bubble butt", but definitely a voluptuous derriere. I've had long brown hair as long as I can remember. In contrast to Kelly, though, I was definitely more of a girly-girl. I liked having my hair done & painting my nails, and my clothes were trendier & sexier. Not that I dressed trampy or anything, but I would occasionally wear skirts and short shorts to show off my legs.
When it came to dating, though, Kelly and I were complete opposites. I, on the one hand, had dated about 5 or 6 guys throughout High School. I lost my virginity at the end of my sophomore year, and ended up having sex with 2 different guys over the next 2 years. They were all steady boyfriends; I wasn't into one-night stands.
Kelly, on the other hand, was not much into dating at all. Throughout her 4 years, there was only one guy she dated on and off for a few months. It wasn't that she didn't have the opportunity. As I said, despite the fact that she never dressed up, she was cute and had a great personality, so there were certainly a few guys that tried to go out with her. She just wasn't interested. And it wasn't that they were unattractive or nerdy. Even when we discussed the "hot" guys at school, she never seemed interested in them. At this point, you're probably thinking that she's a lesbian, but that's not the case either. I know for a fact that she wasn't interested in girls. After a while, I just began to think of her as asexual in a way. She just didn't seem interested in dating or boys or sex or any of that.
Although I got my driver's license when I was 16, I didn't have a car because my family couldn't really afford another one. At some point, Kelly's grandfather had bought a new car, so he gave her his old one. She would always drive down and pick me up, and we'd usually hang out at her house. It was a 2-story house, with 3 bedrooms upstairs. Her father died when she was very young, and although she had an older brother and sister, both of them were in college, so she lived alone with her mom. Kelly's bedroom was upstairs. She actually had the whole floor to herself. Her mom had polio when she was young (I guess that was before Polio shots came out), and as a result, one of her legs wasn't so good, so her bedroom was downstairs. She hardly ever came upstairs, maybe 2 or 3 times a year, so we never really got bothered when we were up there.
Kelly also had an above ground pool in her backyard, which is another reason I liked hanging out over there. It was great during the hot summers. As I said before, Kelly wasn't really into boys, so it was usually just her and me in the pool, and sometimes her neighbor. I think he was a year ahead of us in school.
At some point during my senior year, I began to feel some sort of attraction to Kelly. I couldn't even tell you what triggered it, but over the span of a month or two, it definitely got stronger. I think it may have just started out as some sort of crush, and just developed from there. Kelly & I were both born in January; I was 2 weeks older than her. From what I can recall, it was shortly after we both turned 18 that I began to have these feelings.
As you may have gathered from my description of her, Kelly was quite modest with her body. Of course I had seen her in her swimsuit, and even her underwear...we used to change for gym class together, but I had never seen her in anything less than a bra and panties. It's something I had never given much thought to, but at some point, I began to wonder what she looked like underneath... without a bra, without her panties, without a swimsuit... naked. I think it began more out of curiosity than anything, but then I began to wonder more and more, and it eventually developed into something sexual. I began to enjoy looking at her when she changed, always trying to get a peek at her rear end as she bent over to pick her gym shorts off the floor. I was very discreet about it. After all, I know that Kelly wasn't interested in girls, and I certainly didn't want to ruin our friendship over something this frivolous. Still, I couldn't help but wonder what her breasts really looked like. Were the areolas big? Were they light pink as I suspected? Was she trimmed down there? Was it thick? Dark Brown? Light Brown? As the weeks went on, I began to ponder more about it, and even fantasize about her.
It was in early or middle March, a Saturday night that I was at her house. I think we had rented a movie and were watching it up in her room. It was the sort of night that we'd had a hundred times before. After the movie ended, we hung out a little bit, and when it got late, Kelly and I got our coats on so that she could drive me home. As we went downstairs, we could see through the front window that there was a huge snowstorm outside. We lived in upstate New York, so although this wasn't a big surprise, I don't think either of us was expecting that we'd get dumped on this much. We both figured that it was stupid to drive me home on such slippery roads, so I called my mom up and told her I was going to spend the night at Kelly's, just as I had done dozens of times before.
I'm pretty sure we went back upstairs and watched a little more TV before we decided to go to sleep. Kelly let me borrow a pair of her pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. She went to the bathroom and got changed into a pair of her own pajamas. I will never forget that they were blue and green flannel PJs. It's just one of those things that I think of every time I re-play that night in my mind. Not sure exactly what I changed into... just that it was pajama bottoms and a t-shirt.
When she came out of the bathroom, I went in and got ready. Since I wasn't prepared to spend the night, I didn't have my toothbrush with me, so I'm pretty sure I just used some of her mouthwash to rinse out. She must have gone downstairs when I was in there, because when I came back to her room, I didn't see her. I hopped in bed and waited for her to come back up and shut the light off. Kelly and I had been having sleepovers for years now, and I always slept in the bed with her. It was a Queen size, so there was room for both of us. As I lay under the covers, I realized that this was the first sleepover we were having since I had become "attracted" to her. Although all kinds of fantasies about Kelly began to run through my mind, I'm a very realistic and rational thinking person, and I knew that it would never be anything more than that.
After a minute or 2, Kelly came back upstairs. She turned off the light and got into bed right next to me. For the first time in my life, I was completely intoxicated with the smell of her hair. I was practically overcome by the fantastic feminine scent of it, resting gently on her pillow not more then a couple of inches from my face.
