It was a typical high school senior's slumber party, I guess. There was wine, vodka, and someone brought a couple of illegal cigarettes. There was a lot of getting wasted and finally of passing out. Of course, I wasn't that into getting wasted and neither were a very few of the other girls, so after most of the others had gone to sleep, we broke up into pairs chatting in or on our sleeping bags. I was talking to Jaime and shortly, we may have been the only ones left awake. More than once, I had felt a little jealous of Jaime as I thought of how she was so much hotter than me. Strangely, that made me attracted to being friends with her.
Not that I'm shabby exactly. I have reddish-brown hair that is sandier than auburn, a few freckles and nice tits, at least nice for an eighteen-year-old high school girl. Jaime is a little taller than me and has long brown hair, smaller breasts than me and she wears glasses. So what is to be jealous of? Her legs, that's what – she has shapely muscular legs that are to die for – I mean, when Jaime walks through a room wearing short-shorts, every eye turns. And I mean every eye; boys, girls, and even me.
So here we were, our sleeping bags lying side-by-side and chatting; the conversation hits a slow turn, and I just blurt it out. "Jaime I have to confess that I am jealous of your legs. I think they're the sexiest legs in school."
Jaime blinked in surprise at the new turn in our conversation, and I noticed that she also had really lovely brown eyes. After a moment she answered, "Well you can't have them. I use them all the time." We giggled for a minute, probably longer than the joke deserved, but I guess talking about other people's bodies is a little embarrassing. Finally she added, "Ok, to be honest, I think you probably have the sexiest mouth in school, Karen. You have perfect lips, even white teeth, and I don't know, you just look so kissable. Besides, you have sexy legs, too."
I was caught off guard with the sexy mouth thing. It sounded like something a guy might say before asking me to suck his dick. Come to think of it, that has happened a few times, and a couple of those times, I went ahead and did it. I like giving blowjobs. It's raw sex, short in duration, and if you happen to like salty mushrooms like I do, one doesn't mind swallowing, which makes things neat and clean. I've also let a couple of guys go down on me as well. I love the sensation, but I am so nervous about it that I can't seem to come. I'm nervous because I know that after they are done licking me, they always want to fuck, and I'm not ready for that yet, so in a technical way, I am still a virgin even though my hymen has long since been removed by questing fingers.
So all this flies through my mind when she tells me about my sexy mouth. At least her remark about my legs being sexy is something I can respond to, "Oh, my legs look fat," I said with a little heart-felt disgust, "But as for my mouth – usually guys say that to get me to suck their dicks."
"Your legs aren't fat, they are just well rounded and very sexy," protested Jaime with a grin, "and you have a beautiful tan, Karen. I wish I could have smooth, tanned legs like yours. Look and me, pale as a corpse." Then she leaned close and whispered, "But if I had a dick, you would sure be the girl that I would ask to suck it with your beautiful, sexy mouth."
Okay that was strange. I mean the joke was good and we both giggled, but something about the way she said that about my sucking her dick made a thrill run up and down my spine. I think she had a little too much sincerity in her voice to be completely joking. I looked at her mouth and stopped giggling. Her lips were full, slightly parted, and suddenly very inviting. We just stared at each other a minute before she did the unthinkable thing. She kissed me. It wasn't like a seductive kiss exactly, just a really tender kiss. Not that it wasn't seducing me, it just wasn't that kind of kiss – like no French, but definitely friendlier than normal in duration. But it felt really, really nice, and when she pulled away, I sort of wanted to pull her back, but I didn't, of course. I didn't want her to think I was queer or something.
Neither of us had said anything, and we were still staring at each other. Finally, I said, "That was sweet, but what was that for?"
She gave a little shrug, "Just had to try it, I guess. You just looked so tempting with your sexy mouth, and I didn't have a dick to put in it." I could tell she was trying not to grin.
In the same spirit I said, "I guess I could suck your sexy legs, but don't expect me to deep-throat." We giggled and I could tell we both felt more than a little nervous about what was definitely becoming a sexual tension between us. It was crazy, I had never even seriously considered sex with another girl, it wasn't ever even discussed with me, at least, not with another girl, and it's not like I really wanted to do anything or have her do anything to me, yet... I felt another blurt coming on, and true to the evening, I let it out, "But the kiss was nice though."
She arced an eyebrow, "You think I'm a good kisser?"
"I couldn't go that far. It was such a little kiss, besides your glasses bumped me – nearly put my eye out." This was blatantly untrue, and was just as blatantly a challenge to kiss me again. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I figured I was losing my mind.
She gave a little smile and set her glasses aside, opened her sleeping bag and cuddled next to me and kissed me again. At first it was just like the other, just her warm lips softly touching mine, then her lips parted ever so slightly, so I let mine open a little too and our tongues touched. It was like a war in my head. Part of me was saying 'You're kissing a girl for god's sakes,' and part of me – a growing larger part of me – was starting to really enjoy it. The soft kiss with tongues just lightly touching went on, and on, and it gradually became as if a boy was kissing me, and I was starting to feel an excitement that was like the stirrings I felt with a boy, then I started thinking but it's a girl, and that felt so dirty and perverted...
And suddenly dirty and perverted was a really, really hot thing, and it was much wickeder and sexier than kissing a boy, and now we were both of us breathing a little harder. Jaime was now licking boldly into my mouth, exploring me and I was sucking her tongue. Then I put my tongue in her mouth and let her suck mine a while. I felt her arms reach around me and hold me and I put my arms around her. I felt her hand opening my sleeping bag and she was slipping in beside me, still kissing me and now our legs were touching which seemed incredibly intimate and sexual.
We lay there kissing, getting more and more aroused, Jaime gradually began moving her legs, caressing the backs of my legs with the calf of the leg that she had eased over mine. I could feel the warmth of the crotch of her panties pressing against my hip and thigh, and suddenly my hips were moving a little too. I put both my arms around her neck, sucked at her tongue and made a serious effort to rub my mound against any part of her body that I could find. I think I was humping the area between her upper right thigh and her hip, and it was starting to feel really, really good. Suddenly I heard another voice.
Someone was whispering to someone, and we both froze like deer trapped in a car's headlights. Jaime eased out of my bag and once on top of her own, she sat up and cautiously looked around. There was one lamp burning out in the foyer – but we were in the darkest corner of the living room. I sat up, too. At first I couldn't make out where the whispering was coming from, it was so feint. But I was terrified it was two girls whispering about Jaime and me. Barely moving, Jaime's hand touched my arm and pointed. I could barely make it out, but evidently two other girls were sharing one sleeping bag and whispering to each other.
