Saturday morning dawned and I was pleased to find that Barb and I were still naked in her bed. So, I hadn't dreamed it. I truly had experienced my sexual awakening. Yesterday's events replayed in my mind and I marveled at how quickly it had happened. Even though Stephanie's embarrassed flight from my bed had hurt, I had to admit that she had every right to feel embarrassed when Barb walked in on us. Hell she was a well known face on campus, a starter on the basketball team and I knew what a scandal could do to her. (No I didn't realize how accepted Lesbianism had become...)
Barb shifted slightly and I came back to the present. She lay on her back and I was on my side next to her. My head was resting against one huge, soft breast. The best kind of pillow, I thought. Her arm was around me and I had one leg thrown up over hers. It felt awesome. To be cradled by my best friend and now lover... Her skin was so soft, smooth, and warm. Her ample flesh was so comfortable and inviting. I wanted to kiss her all over, explore every inch of her and... and yet, I couldn't.
Something held me in check. A deeply seated sense of propriety. Even though we had made love last night, I felt that I could not just assume that her body was available to me, to be used whenever I wanted. She had to want me. How much I craved her, how badly I might want to come, or make her come, had less weight, was less important than our continued friendship. I thought about that. Yes, I wanted more sex with Barb. But not at the expense of our friendship. I remembered Mom telling me that the secret of a successful relationship was to marry your best friend. "Sex with anyone might be incredible,that one time. But a steady diet of sex with your best friend is better. He will learn how to please you, how to anticipate your desires and the sex will be great. It will be a roller coaster ride, some days up and some days down but always enjoyable..." I smiled, what would my parents think if they knew about my adventures?
It was weird that my straight, conservative parents had never discussed lesbian issues. When Mom had discussed sex with me, it had always been about straight, hetero sex. She had never even mentioned lesbianism. I knew almost nothing about lesbian sex until yesterday... Hell even now, what did I really know? I had made love to two girls and all I truly knew was that I liked pussys and orgasms. Oh and pussy juice was good too! I guess the thrill of what had been taboo was a big factor as well.
Barb was waking and I rose up to kiss her. She smiled and held me and we just kissed for a while. No tongues or groping hands. Just small talk and gentle kisses. And I loved it. This was good, this felt natural to me. After a bit though Barb gently pushed me away.
"Girl we smell, and no offense but you got pussy breath real bad!"
We laughed and I pretended to be hurt. Barb caught me up in her arms and buried my face in her boobs and hugged me tightly.
The fridge held only some soda, we stood naked gazing out the window as we ate granola bars and drank Mountain Dew. Using hot washcloths we gave each other a sponge bath and debated how to spend the day.
"Pam, do you have a dildo or vibrator" she asked.
"Uh... no, nothing like that!" I replied. "Why? Do you?"
"Well I did have a small vibrator but it died a couple of weeks ago. I was thinking about going to an adult shop and getting another. It would be fun to take you, I'll bet you've never been in one!"
"No bet, I've never even thought about it. Besides I'm just eighteen, I wouldn't have been able to get in."
"Oh shit, that's right! But you can now, besides, it's a college town, they probably don't even check IDs." she was getting excited. "We should go to Faye's Fantasy Shop over on 9th. I hear they have a huge selection! God this gonna be so much fun!"
"Okay, sure! Let's do it, but we need to hit the grocery store on the way back, we are out of everything." I replied. "Oh and what should I wear?"
Barb said that she and I were to put on shorts and T-shirts, she again insisted I go braless. Honestly I was enjoying it. My puffies and erect nipples had been cooped up far too long and to add a little extra thrill Barb had selected an older pair of denim shorts for me, then she took scissors and cut them off much, much shorter. She rummaged through my closet and chose the smallest T-shirt I owned, then she cut the bottom off to bare my midriff. It wasn't a lot of bare tummy, but even a few inches felt pretty daring for me. She put on a similar outfit: short denim shorts (hers were faded to a very pale light blue), and a snug fitting T-shirt. I started to put my hair up in a tail but she suggested that I wear it down.
"You do look cute with a bouncy ponytail, but you look more mature with it down."
"Yeah, right" I scoffed. But inwardly I was pleased that she was taking an interest is how I looked.
I had no idea there was such a thing as an Adult Super Store, but Faye's was it. They had one section for videos and magazines, another for sex toys, a novelty and games section, and a clothing section that was both large and (I would discover) diverse. We went straight to the clothing section and soon Barb had selected several pairs of stockings and a garter belt, all in size small/petite. She then dragged me over to the toy section. I was shocked. I mean, yeah, I knew what a penis looked like... sorta... but here were penises of all colors and sizes in amazingly realistic material! Some were flaccid and some were erect. I knew I was blushing. Barb insisted that I touch the ones on display.
"Wow, so this is what they really look like?" I asked in a whisper.
"Wait a minute, you mean you've never seen one?"
"Uh... not really, no. and they go from this, to this?" I asked pointing at the flaccid and erect samples.
"Well most guys are only about six inches erect and that is a nine incher, so no. Most guys are more like this when hard." she showed me an example. But I once sucked a guy who was almost nine inches."
"No way!"
