"I've never had an orgasm."
It took a few seconds for those words to register in my brain. It was so random, so out of the blue and so very unexpected that I didn't quickly grasp the meaning. Looking over at Sarah, I lifted my head to fully look at her and asked, "What?"
A pretty, pink blush crept over her cheeks. She shrugged. "I've never had an orgasm."
"Never?"
"Nope."
I turned back to stare at the TV. We were laying on our stomachs on my bed and had been channel surfing since our movie ended a while ago. Focusing on the TV, I discovered that we seemed to be currently watching a couple making love on screen. They were cleverly draped and covered for TV viewing, but it was obvious what was going on.
"So you and Scott have never done it, or what?"
"Oh, we've done it."
Frowning, I looked over at her again. She seemed to be studying the action on the screen. "You've done it with him but he's never made you cum?"
She simply shook her head.
Pillowing my head in my arms, I considered my friend. We'd met a few years ago while playing on the high school volleyball team. Sarah went to church every Sunday, always wore her skirts or shorts just barely above her knee with modest blouses. I was quite the opposite. I'd been to church with friends, with Sarah even, but it wasn't my thing.
I'd also been sexually active way earlier than I should have been. My single mother, being quite the liberal, made sure I was protected and sent me out into the world. I wasn't a slut by any means, but I certainly seemed to have much more education than sheltered Sarah. In my discoveries of sex, I found that enjoyed it no matter who I was with, male or female.
Sarah had been dating Scott since he asked her to our Senior Prom. He was, to my knowledge, her first and only boyfriend. It was now the summer after we'd graduated from high school and Sarah was enrolled in the community college waiting for classes to start this fall. In order to spend our last summer together, I got a job at local t-shirt screen printing place until I went into the Air Force in a few months.
I had to admit it to myself, which I tried not to do too often, that I had delayed my leaving until after Sarah was in college so that we could spend our last summer together. Secretly, I had been harboring a major crush on my best friend for years. Sarah was everything perfect to me. Pretty without being beautiful and small in size but with an ass that would stop traffic. I think the thing that made her the most attractive to me was that she had no idea how hot she was.
Shoulder length, light brown hair, green eyes, and a smattering of freckles across her pert nose, added together with small breasts and that round ass, had through the years been the fantasy for many a masturbation session for me. Sarah had no idea. I could only assume it was her church upbringing that caused it because everyone else seemed to see it. I'd taken quite a bit of ragging by our fellow volleyball teammates over my friendship with her. I didn't care, I was fiercely protective of her and our friendship. If I couldn't have her love, then I'd take what I could get.
I'd never really liked Scott. But then, I wouldn't have liked anyone Sarah had dated other than me. So, I'd accepted that I was biased and she was clueless and that was the way life was to be. As I lay there next to her, feeling all warm and content in her company, I found that I was secretly happy that Scott hadn't been able to do it for her.
But then I had a thought. My head popped up again and I stared at her hard. "Did he hurt you? Was he rough?"
Sarah shook her head, her soft hair brushing over her shoulders. "No, not at all. He tried. Really hard to make me cum. I think I'm broken. Missing parts or something."
I blinked. "What?" Now I was confused. Missing parts? What the hell?
She shrugged and her embarrassment was evident. She buried her face in her arms and mumbled something I wasn't sure I heard correctly.
"Did you just say that you don't have a clit?"
Keeping her face buried, she nodded.
I discovered quite shamefully that the mental image I got of her fingering herself, looking for her missing clit, caused my own pussy to tingle warmly. I had to be careful here. She was embarrassed enough that I feared if she learned my feelings for her, this would end badly. So I had to be, or at least pretend to be, just a friend trying to help out another friend.
"Um. Okay. Well, obviously you should know for sure, but I've never heard of a girl not having a clit. Maybe you just, um... weren't, you know, excited enough. Cuz for some you gotta be, you know."
Sarah kept her head down but nodded again. "Neither of us could find it."
Oh boy did those words do funny things to my stomach. I felt myself getting wet, my nipples puckered up tight. Taking a calming breath, I tried to keep my voice steady and soft. "But you've masturbated, right?"
"Tried." Came the muffled reply.
I found myself feeling all sorts of things. Here was a girl that I'd crushed on for years, dreamed of, soaked many a pair of panties over, and spent even more nights with my fingers deep in my sopping wet pussy pretending they were her fingers instead of mine, telling me that she'd never experienced an orgasm. My body flushed with heat, but my heart was achingly sad that she was going through this. Add in my total and crippling fear that I would say or do the wrong thing and thus end our friendship that meant so much to me, and I was currently a mass of confusion myself.
Swallowing down the sudden lump in my throat I whispered, "Are you telling me this because we're friends and you trust me, or are you telling me this hoping that I can help you?"
Finally, she turned to look at me. I could see she was on the brink of tears but was holding them back. "I don't know."
While I desperately wanted to pull her into my arms, I made sure not to touch her at all. This had to be her decision as to what happened. "Well, I'm pretty sure you have a clit."
A tear welled up in her pretty green eyes making them glossy. She slowly shook her head. "No."
"Sarah..." I stopped. Sighing, I was just so unsure of how to handle this.
"I should shut up. I'm embarrassing you." She hid her face from me again.
"No, no you're not." I decided to take a chance. "I'd like to help."
"Really?" She looked up again, her eyes alight, but then I watched that light dim again. "But how? I'm just a dork that can't find my own clit."
"You are not a dork. You've lived your life a certain way and sex is most likely not discussed at all at home, right?"
Sarah gave a short laugh before flopping over onto her back. "Good grief, no." This sudden movement left her normally modest, button-up blouse slightly askew and gave me the barest glimpse of the swell of her breast. The tingle in my pussy was much harder this time.
A sweet shiver went through me. Hoping like hell that our friendship was solid, I decided I had to offer and just added to my hope that I'd be able to control myself and not scare her. "Look, I know this is weird. But you're my best friend, and I hate that you're going through this. If you want me to, I can help. But it's up to you and its okay if it's too weird for you. We'll just let this go and forget it."
"Help me how?" Sarah frowned, turning her head to look at me.
Well, it was now or never. "You know I've been with guys. We've talked about that." Sarah nodded, her frown still in place. Licking my lips and taking a deep breath, I took the plunge, "I've also been with girls."
Sarah continued to frown but rolled onto her side to face me. The gap in her blouse now giving me a tiny peek of white lace bra. "Been with them how? What do you mean?"
Closing my eyes for a moment, I hoped I wasn't damning my soul to hell when I cursed her religious upbringing. "Been with girls in girl on girl sex. I'm bisexual."
Sarah blinked. Her eyes going huge. "How did I not know this?"
I couldn't stop the smile. She didn't seem spooked, she seemed shocked but in an interested way, or so I hoped I was reading her face right. "One word. Church. I'm sure it just didn't occur to you."
She blinked some more and then opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again. I watched her face and the myriad of expressions that flitted across it. Sarah was so open, so honest, it was amazing to be able to actually see her thinking about what I'd said.
She sat up on the bed, taking away my itty bitty peep show. But she swung her legs up and sat cross legged, which really allowed my imagination room to play as I tried not to stare at her crotch. I slowly sat up myself, keeping my legs together and managing to give myself a slight squeeze and felt more pussy juice squish out.
Sarah studied me. I could feel her gaze and it was not completely pleasant, sort of making me feel itchy. She took in my short brown hair, I kept it nearly as short as my brother's, the blue eyes, and in my opinion, somewhat plain face. As her eyes dropped to my chest, I knew my nipples hardened but there was nothing I could do about that. I was much more generous of breast than her, having a full C cup. I worked out a lot, ran a couple miles almost every morning, so I was trim and in shape.
"Which do you prefer?"
Her question was so abrupt, so fast, I again had to let the words roll around in my head a bit before I understood them. So then I gave it some thought. Something I really hadn't done before. Girls' bodies were so soft, so gentle and they always smelled so good. Boys or men, they were rougher and didn't always smell very good, but they had a cock and that cock did feel pretty damn good most times.
