We were still in school when my best friend started living with me and my parents. She had to move in with us due to family problems at home, so she had a certain vulnerability about her, yet at the same time a level of confidence that I lacked. Her name was Lily and she was 18 like me, half-Italian, of petite-build, with tanned skin, dark brown hair and bright hazel eyes. I loved her so deeply, as my best friend, as my foster sister and, increasingly, I began to think that perhaps I loved her as something more than that. Lily was my world. I just wanted to protect her from all the sadness in her past and all I could ever think about in classes at school was going home with her. I admired Lily for her strength, her beauty and her success with the boys at school. She was gorgeous, so that every boy wanted her – full, bouncing breasts, a slim but curvy figure and a cheeky smile. Not to mention her naughty nature. Lily had kissed boys before and they'd played with her tempting tits and even stroked her pussy, but she'd never let anyone fuck her. We were still young, after all.
Unlike Lily, I'd never had a boyfriend. In fact, I'd never even had my first kiss! At the time, I thought it was because I was ugly, but looking back now at photos of my tall, slim figure, perky, little tits, sparkly, blue eyes and glossy, brunette hair, I realise that I wasn't ugly at all – I was just shy in front of boys! With Lily, though, I wasn't so shy. I knew her very well and we knew all each other's secrets. There was only one side of each other that we didn't quite know yet and that was all about to change.
One night, we stayed at my grandparents' house, where we shared a bed. We lay in that double bed, talking and giggling and Lily, as she had done so many times before, dared me to kiss her. She was always trying to get me to kiss her but I resisted, not because I didn't want to but because I didn't want to remember forever that my first ever kiss was with a girl. On this occasion, Lily raised the stakes, daring me to kiss the back of her hand so I could learn and she could tell me if I was doing it right. I agreed and, after a while of softly kissing the back of her hand and whirling my tongue around on her skin, Lily said that I was quite good but I should practise on her nipple instead. I smiled and nodded.