Julie stood and removed her bikini top. We were both now naked as the day we were born. She reached over, turned the water on and said, "Sit down, you look dizzy. You can watch me shower if you want."
"If I want," I thought. "I wanted nothing more."
She turned around into the water and there, two feet in front of me was her beautiful ass. She looked back at me and smiled, she knew I was hers. She smiled again and wiggled her ass in my face. I thought I would cum all over myself.
"Julie, why are you doing this to me?"
"Doing what to you?" she said. "I haven't touched you. All I did was to show you something that you were obviously dying to see. Besides, I've never made a girl do what I want. I've done it with guys several times, but never a girl. It's kind of fun."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My best friend was admitting to me that she enjoys dominating people.
"How could I not know this?" I thought. "We practically live together."
"I guess it's a power trip, you know? I've made guys jerk-off for me, lick my toes, hell, I even made one guy let me fuck him with a strap-on." She laughed.
"I can make any of them do what I want, but I've never tried it with a girl. Then yesterday, I saw the same look in your eyes that I see in theirs. With you though, there was more. Guys just want it and then they're done. But you, you wanted me to do this. You still want it, don't you? Lisa, face it, you NEED this."
"She's right." I thought.
"What have I done?" I thought to myself. "I just fingered myself to a dozen orgasms drooling over my best friend."
My shame began to cover me. I felt dirty. I felt ashamed.
"But I'm not a lesbian, am I?" My mind was spinning. I had never so much as looked at a girl before. I'd had plenty of boyfriends and some great sex. I couldn't understand how I could be reduced to a horny little nympho, begging for a look at my best friend's pussy. And with such ease.
I closed my eyes and began to cry.
Julie heard me sobbing and turned to face me.
"Come on Lisa, don't cry."
I looked up and saw, for a fleeting moment, what looked like concern on her face.
"Is it genuine?" I wondered. I realized quickly it was not, at least not completely.