"Ugh, she's just so pretty." Nicole throws herself face down on my bed, next to wear I'm absent mindedly browsing music on my laptop. I place it aside and snatch her phone.
"Let me see what we are working with here." I look at the pretty girl on the screen, the one my best friend has been chatting with online for weeks. "Oh, she is super pretty! When is your date again?"
She rolls over on her back and drapes her arm over her forehead. I notice how the movement pulls her shirt so I can see her nipple through the fabric. I'm so glad we decided bras are dumb. "Next week. I'm so nervous, I can't even think straight."
"Why would you be nervous? You are the prettiest girl in this city, and also the coolest."
"I'm nervous because... well, I don't know what I'm doing. It's been so long since I've had sex with a woman, and I really like her. What if she invites me back to her place, Anne? Fuck, you are the last girl I even kissed and that was years ago."
My cheeks flare red as the memory invades my mind. Gin Blossoms playing in the background. We were all dressed up, a little bit tipsy, and dancing. A friend makes "joke" about us just finally kissing already. I see the mischievous look in your eyes as you step closer and place your hand on my hip. I move closer, desperate for the moment. Your lips are on mine, your tongue firmly separating my lips as your other hand buries itself in my hair. I can't breathe, I never want to breathe again... and then you pulled away.
I snap out of it, guilty looking down at my lap and taking a deep breath. You don't seem to notice my discomfort, as you are flipping through her profile again. I am staring at the tiny strip of exposed skin just over your leggings and wondering how soft you feel when without warning I say "We can practice."
I feel like all the air is sucked out of the room. Fuck fuck fuck did I actually say that out loud?
She slowly rolls over to her belly, giving me a curious look as she lays her chin on her hands. "Practice? Like, kissing?"
My heart is racing. I can feel the warmth spreading in my stomach. Why didn't she laugh? We could have played this as a joke.
Fuck it. "Yeah." I giggle nervously, twisting my hands in my lap and trying not to think about how excited I feel. "I mean, I already know you are a great kisser but if you would feel better practicing, I'd like to sign up to volunteer." oh my god what the fuck is wrong with me?
The music plays in the background. It feels like an eternity has passed. I dare to look up at her face. She is staring at me with a slight smile on her face. Without speaking, she climbs on her hands and knees until she is next to me and lays on her side. I roll to my side to face her, barely able to breathe and painfully aware how wet my pussy has gotten in the last few minutes.
She brushes a strand of hair from my face. "I'm so lucky to have you as my friend." She scooches closer, and whispers just before pressing her lips to mine "let practice begin."
Immediately, everything in my mind is silent. All I can feel is her soft lips against mine, the tip of her tongue slipping into my mouth, and the ache deep in my pussy. I cautiously move my hand to her side, looking for that strip of skin. She instantly moves into me, pressing her body against mine. I slip my hand just slightly under her shirt. Fuck its softer than I thought.
We continue kissing, taking moments to stop and catch our breath and giggle. I cross my legs slightly, hoping it's not obvious that I've soaked through my panties. My skirt wasn't hiding anything.
She pulls back and starts slowly tracing shapes on my neck with her finger. "I'm feeling pretty confident about my kissing. Thank you. But you know..." her finger is moving down my collarbone "there are a few other things" slowly lower, reaching the hem of my tank top "I could use a little practice on." Her eyes meet mine as her fingers slip under my tank top and brush my erect nipple. The look on her face changes, I can see the urgency in her eyes. Fuck she's as scared as I am.
I grab her hand and firmly push it down on my breast as I grind my hips a little into hers. "Yes. Anything you want to practice. Please." The last word comes out hoarse and desperate sounding.