Showing My Bestie New Things

*Disclaimer: Trigger Warning - This Story May Make a Few Readers Uncomfortable Due to Content. - Lesbian Story

Nineteen is a helluva age to be for a female. There are so many responsibilities dropped in your lap, and all of the pressures to have sex and do every single drug on the market. Not to mention there are the usual problems that every girl faces. There's the Red Sea... Aunt Flow... and every other nickname for a girl's period there is... And then there are all of the men who catcall and try to get into your pants with every word that drips from their slobbering lips, and this sexist, testosterone driven, fascist, man driven country we live in!

I always seem to get myself into weird situations! Please, no please don't ask me how, because I don't even know! What I do know, is that I always get Caught The Fuck Up!

The name is Christine Michaelson. Christine Annette... or Chrissy Anne to those who know me well enough, and today I'll be your tour guide through one of my many adventurous endeavors! I'll try to go slow, but You've got to Keep Up! Are You Ready?

______(your answer here)_____

Well, Ready or Not... Here Goes!

I'm a very curious individual by nature, have been since before I can remember, according to family lore. That curiosity extended to biology as I matured, which led to both some fun and some shitty adventures with the likes of cousins, and friends around the neighborhood, and first taught me that lesson I mentioned earlier, that excess testosterone is one of the roots of all evil.

For example, games like Cowboys and Indians were among the most popular, but somehow the boys were always the cowboys, and yours truly was the Indian. I was chased through the yard and the clearing of the woods by the boys, and when caught, which I always was, often after being shot with airsoft or nerf guns, I'd be tied to a tree!

Having me bound so I couldn't escape seemed to bring out the worst in my male playmates, so that they often became the little savages they accused me of being. Now, occasionally, especially if my captor had me by myself, and was thus free of the gang mentality, my punishment for having 'raided their wagon train' would turn out to be interesting, and sometimes even fun. But more often it led to me crying in fear, or pain until they finally let me go, even if only because they were being called home to dinner.

"Why didn't you tell on them, Chrissy?" - one might ask, and I would respond as such:

A.) I was gullible and naive... as Fuck! And... because I was so Naive,

B.) When they said they would tell on me for what was going on if I ever said anything, I believed that I was the one who would be punished! (Yeah, Can you Believe that shit?) ... Finally,

C.) That interest in Biology I mentioned meant I was willing to pay a price to hang with the boys rather than be stuck inside playing dollies with the girls.

Now, I told you that, to tell you this... I have a really big problem. Well it may not be big to you but, I have a BIG PROBLEM -Surprise, Surprise- with Trusting Men! Can you Blame me?

And because of that I have only had sex with one man. It was beautiful, and now that I'm thinking about that, I need to call him back... but that's a story for another day!

Of course, even when a girl is thinking about boys, she doesn't really need one there to get the satisfaction she craves. Just let your fingers do the walking... I am addicted as fuck to masturbating! Yeah, we all hear about boys watching way more porn than us, but that doesn't mean we aren't masturbating too. At least this girl. We just use our imagination more, the external visual stimulation isn't always needed as much.

I do it at least once a day, whether I need it or not, and more if deemed necessary throughout the day. No One Knows Your Body Better Than You! In the shower, in the car, (pants completely off, so if I got caught I would be oober fucked... and not in a good way!) at work, in public bathrooms, wherever the need strikes me! My absolute favorite place to get off is in the fitting rooms in stores... I know it's cliche, but it's the Most Public you can get without doing it right out in the open. There's just a curtain separating you from anyone watching you digging in your clam for pearl juice! (You'd like to see that, wouldn't you?)

Also, speaking of juice, don't get me super excited or else, I spout like a natural geyser! I can literally spray a fire out from 15 feet away! Seriously, my squirting orgasms look like the Porn actress, 'Cytheria' from 'Porn Hub!'

I have to drink lots of fluids after those orgasms happen, I get dehydrated quickly, it takes everything out of me. I have squirted up my share of mirrors and bed sheets. The one guy I did sleep with was blown away! Literally! It was quite the awkward moment for a brief second, then he gathered himself back together and got back to business.

I used to feel bad about the amount I masturbated, because it felt wrong for a long time, but I equate it to all of the things I went through... so now I'm just stuck with the insatiable urge to get off, and a super overactive sex drive.

Enough Blabber... Lemme introduce Chelsea. Chelsea is my bestie, and she didn't wanna believe me when I told her about my waterworks, and built-in fountain.

"Man, Bitch, you're lying! There's no way you can do that! I've only seen anyone do that in porn and they are just peeing all over people. That's nasty as fuck if you ask me!"

This would be her natural response every time I would get into a conversation about masturbating somewhere different... (Which would happen very often! I'm sure she was getting sick of me at this point!)

"I just think you're jealous you can't do it too! And it's not pee, bruh, it's been proven. Like wake the fuck up and do some research. You can't be this stupid!"

"You do realize I'm never going to believe you, don't you? I have seen the porn where girls do it, I don't believe it's part of an orgasm, and I don't believe you can do it!"

Well today was the day that I was going to show her! You can't call me a liar but so many times, and I also wanted to really show her what the fuck it really was once and for all.

*****

We were at my house because we had made plans to go to the mall, and out to eat that day. Let's just say I'm very glad that Chelsea loves me. We are best friends, and have been for most of our lives. It's also a good thing that we are about the same size, and we can fit each other's clothes, because I was about to ruin the cute little pink halter top, jean skirt combination that she had going on!

"Come here, and sit down on the couch, we just happen to have a few free minutes before we have to be at the mall. I think you've called me a liar for the last time." I said, grabbing her hand, walking her to the couch, and sitting her down.

I unbuckled my huge belt buckle, and started peeling my jeans down.

"Chrissy, what the fuck are you about to do?"

"Shushhh, Bitch, you don't get to talk anymore. Just let me show you something!"

I finished taking my jeans off, and threw them over the love seat to my left, and started peeling my thong away from my pussy. The clear Goo that slimed out of me, and covered the small piece of fabric that once hid my pussy, was incredible! I had talked myself up, and made myself horny. The mere fact that I knew what I was about to do to her, and she fucking didn't, made me squirm! I was giddy as a schoolgirl inside my head.

I stood in front of her naked as a jaybird from the waist down, and locked eyes with my best friend. I spread my pussy lips with my left hand and rubbed around the lips of my pussy over and over again, stopping to play with my clit about every third rotation. The engine was already HOT, and running smooth, so this wouldn't take long at all!

Moans escaped my lips as the warmth washed over my entire body, as I thought about what was about to happen. The head rush had my entire world spinning, I couldn't believe I was masturbating in front of Chelsea. On the other hand, the rush of knowing who it was had me drunk in euphoria. It would have been a rush doing it in front of anyone, but this seemed like it was extra special.

I could feel the orgasm mounting as my legs tightened from standing there for as long as I was, clenching my thigh muscles, and my ass cheeks, while I was rubbing, and dipping into my own wetness.

I inserted two fingers and started finger fucking my wet hole. The rush of the orgasm started to build even stronger. I was moaning loudly, but the silence in the room was so deafening that I sounded more like I was screaming. The Orgasm was right there, and the two fingers that I had in my pussy just weren't enough! I balled up my fist, bent over and started fist fucking my needy pussy. The wash that flooded my body from head to toe of my impending orgasm, completely paralyzed me.

I started squirting jets of juice into the carpet, before I realized I was wasting it. I stood up straight, pulled the skin of my pussy tight, and sprayed jet after jet of juice all... over... Chelsea!

"Chelsea, fuck; I'm Cumming!" was all I could get out, and everything faded to black! I had completely passed out!

*****

I opened my eyes after I had stopped convulsing, and Chelsea was bent over top of me trying to wake me. Needless to say, she didn't have the most friendly look on her face, if I do say so myself! Her face had juice on it, her hair was wet, her top was covered in wet spots, and so was her skirt.

"That shit went in my mouth!" She scoffed, angrily.

"Oh my Gosh, I'm sorry... but it didn't taste like piss, did it?" I asked, laughing hysterically.

"No, but I don't know what piss tastes like, so I wouldn't know," she growled.

"The devil is a lie! I know you remember the night we were at the bar, and you pissed on the sidewalk so hard it splashed back up, and some got in your mouth! I remember. I remember laughing so hard that I pissed in my pants a little!"

"Shit, I forgot about that night, I guess you're right, but that shit isn't funny!" she said, punching me in the shoulder playfully. "Now I need a fucking shower, thanks to you! There's no way I'm going to the mall looking like I just got out of a bukakke scene!"

"Bukakke," I repeated to her, mocking her, and laughing at what had just happened. Yet at the same time another jolt hit my swollen clitty. How hot would it be if not only me, but a couple of guys had sprayed Chelsea down with our cum? See what I mean about girls not needing as much porn because our imaginations are so perversely fertile?

She left me, and started walking up my stairs, stripping out of her top. She stopped halfway to drop her boy shorts, and her skirt on the stairs, then she kicked them in the air with her right leg, and caught them both!

I was still laughing hysterically on the floor, as I grabbed my thong, and stood up to grab my jeans. "Yeah, hurry your ass up! I'm already dressed, and ready to go!" I said, and then I thought about how wet and sticky my panties actually were. I actually should go switch these out, or else I will be a sticky mess by the time I get back home.

"The washcloths and towels are in the cabinet under the sink. Hurry the hell up!" I screamed up the stairs.

"Shit, you did this shit to me! I was showered, dressed, and ready for my day, until Lil Miss Masturbate decided she didn't like being called a Liar!"

"You're Got-Daymed-Right!" I declared running bottomless up the stairs, following behind her sexy nakedness, then into my room across the hallway.

*****

Got-Daymn, she had a gorgeous body! She wasn't chiseled, but at five feet - eleven inches, she was a milkshake that any man would love to suck down! She had naturally curly chestnut brown hair. It wasn't crazy frilly, but more like nice big curls, and stunning green eyes, that would stop a preacher mid sermon if she walked in. She had a pretty flat stomach, with love handles on each side. She was fit, but not cut up like a muscle head.

She had perky B cup breasts at the top, and legs that I would kill to have! (Yeah, I said we fit the same clothes, we definitely aren't built the same!) And if that weren't enough, her perfectly pretty innie pussy made me drool!

We've been friends for a long time and we have used each other's clothes enough that we've seen each other naked quite a bit! We have gone clothes shopping many times together as well. Our favorite pastime is, and always will be going to Victoria's Secrets and trying on the panties! I love the way I look in a bunch of different lingerie, although I rarely buy it. I don't know how, but we may have acquired a few pieces here and there... but that's yet another story for another day!

I identify as... (YES, I SAID IT!) Straight, for the most part. I have had lesbian thoughts, but I've never been in a lesbian relationship. I had my pussy licked by a girl once but I didn't cum, as she wasn't really in touch with it. I think she just wanted to see what it was like, I kind of did too, but all in all it was a very awkward situation, for the both of us!

*****

But back to Chelsea, we've been friends most of our lives, but I never... ever... felt the way I did that day before. Sure, I had thoughts, but right then...

"Chrissy, I need a hand." Chelsea called, from the bathroom.

"Oh, wouldn't I love to give you one!" I mumbled under my breath, as I crossed the hallway from my bedroom to the bathroom, while buttoning my pants over the clean panties I had slipped on.

"What did you say?" She called back.

"Well, I didn't mean for you to hear me," I mumbled again, "Nothing, what do you need?" I said, poking my head into the shower once I got into the bathroom.

She held out the wash cloth to me, and looked at me with big doe eyes that made my heart skip a beat. 'Don't Fold Bitch, Don't Fold' I thought.

"Wash my back please?" she said, handing me the soapy rag.

"Bitch we have plans at the mall! You were supposed to rinse off, and get dressed! Not wash the skin off of you! I only came on you, you've had worse experiences than that, I'm sure of it!"

"But the water felt so good, and I don't ever get anyone to wash my back, so I'm trying to take advantage of the situation. It's the least you can do after spraying your lady fluids all over me!' she said, as she turned her back to me. The water splashed back at me when she moved around in the shower, but I figured I would dry. I mean, It was only clean water, not lady juice!

I took the cloth and laid it on her right shoulder blade as she took her hair and bunched it in both of her hands above her head. I brushed suds and bubbles across her shoulders and rubbed the cloth in circles in patterns down her back slowly. A moan escaped her mouth and I felt the air leave her chest. I slowly circled down lower and lower until I got to her firm tight ass. I rubbed suds over her left cheek, and then over to the right, and then spread her ass cheeks and dragged the cloth through there as well. I distinctly heard her moan, and then she scolded, "My Back, Dammit!"

"I heard you moan!" I retorted.

"Gimme that back! Thank you!" she quipped back sarcastically, snatching the washrag.

"You're clean now," I called back, as I turned to leave the bathroom, "Wrap it up woman! We gotta get to the mall!"

I ran downstairs to grab a glass of water because my blood pressure was through the roof and I didn't want to be the one to push the envelope too far in one day! I wasn't ready for the shit storm that I had unknowingly, but surely created!

I iced a glass, and took it to the sink to fill it with water. As I started towards the sink, I looked over to the counter beside the stove, and there sat a bottle of Jim Beam. My mom must have left it out. For some reason it looked way better than the water that I was going to put in my glass. I cracked the bottle, and poured a nice shot over the ice, swirled it around a few times, and took it to the face.

"It's rude to make yourself a drink, and not offer the others that are in your company," Chelsea said from behind me.

I almost dropped the glass as she scared the piss out of me because I hadn't heard her creep up on me. I turned to face her, and she was holding my favorite pink dolphin dildo and she was still bare ass naked!

What the actual fuck was going on? What had I just started, as if my blood pressure wasn't high enough, here we were, about to start Round Two!

"I couldn't find any clothes to wear, but I found this," Chelsea said, with a huge shit-eating-grin on her face.

Now I know she was lying, I have an entire walk in closet with a pretty decent assortment of things she could have put on, not to mention, My Damn Dolphin wasn't even left out! (My Mom would kill me dead if she ever came across any of my sex toys!)

"Bitch, where did you find that?"

I found your panty drawer, and that's as far as I got! I found her, and I figured I would see if you might show me what it feels like. I've never had a dildo, and I don't really know how to make myself cum." she said, looking at me with a sad puppy dog face.

"Now the truth comes out!" I said as I walked closer to her, "You didn't believe me and I would have never guessed that it was because you didn't know how to do it yourself!" I teased.

"That Shit isn't funny! You know my fucking mom, and you know how I was raised, and that she would fucking kill me if she ever found out some shit like this!"

She did have a point, she was raised a spoiled little rich bitch, and her parents are super religious, and any and all of the trouble she's ever been in, in her entire life, is because I led her straight to it! So, I guess it's only fair I give her a break, but I was definitely going to make her remember this day!

"Go sit on the couch and get into a vibe and clear your head and think about something that makes you horny, and slide that bitch into that pretty little muff of yours." I instructed her, grabbing her arm, and leading her to the couch. "And you do know we're officially late getting to the mall, right?"

"The mall can wait! Help your girl out, selfish bitch!" Chelsea said, as she glared at me. "Now show me!" she growled, glaring at me.

"Clear your head,"I repeated.

She sat down on the couch, and I sat down beside her, and she turned on the dolphin. She laid it on her lips, and the vibration made her jump. She looked at me, and went back for it. She took two fingers, and parted her wet folds and found her clit with the tip of the vibrator. It must have hit a spot, all of the air left her lungs and she sunk back into the couch deeper. She folded her legs up along the front edge of the sofa, planting her feet firmly in front of herself, and started dragging the vibrating dolphin up and down her wetness. She would dip it in and out of her hole occasionally, but focused on trying to keep it on her clit as much as she could.

Her breath was labored and her perky tits rose and fell with each breath. She closed her eyes, and her mouth fell open, and you could easily see all of the goose pimples that started polluting her skin. As they did, the hairs on her arms stood to attention! She started breathing hard, and she reached around for my hand on the couch. I grabbed her hand and an orgasm rocked her body completely!

The sound that came out of her was a sound that I've never heard before.I don't know how to describe it. It went from almost a growl, to a mild scream, and from there, yeah, it must have scared her as well, because her eyes got big as softballs, and she rolled her head my way, and looked at me gasping.

"FUCK!" she exhaled, as she bursted into laughter. "That felt fucking amazing!"

"Lose the dolphin!" I whispered to her as I got down on my knees in front of her. She looked so incredible behind the orgasm that thrashed through her body. My pussy was wet all over again! "If this gets weird in any way, just push me away!" I said, as I leaned in towards her, and reached around the back of her, grabbing a handful of her healthy ass cheeks in each hand.