Like my previous stories, I must say this may be true and this may not. You can e-mail me to ask…or you can just guess. I will give you a hint…it may be partially true. ;)
I moved out of my house in March of last year and into an apartment with a girl I met at college. Her name is Carrie and she is 25 years old, while I am 21. She is about 5’5”, long brown hair, brown eyes, and a shapely body. We are best friends – and what they say about moving out with your best friends isn’t true. We are probably the only two that could live together. Through this last year we both have had our share of men. To be honest, her more than me. We have gotten used to hearing the other having sex in the other room. Whenever one of us had sex the night before we would get up and talk about it the next morning. What did he do right? What did he do wrong? Everything!!!! Carrie and I are very open with one another about everything.
Lots of things changed this past weekend though. We went out for a couple drinks, and then came home for a couple more. Okay! I am being honest here. More than a couple. About 8 shots each, and a beer, and that was just after we got home.
I put on some music, and Carrie decided to teach me how to dance. It started out in the living room listening to the local radio station. She told me how to move my hips. “Act like you are having sex with the air.” After a while of this we were bumping and grinding in the room. It really was fun, and nothing really sexual. Around 12 we both decided it was time for bed.
For some odd reason, I went into her room and lay on her bed. Her bed is extremely small. For a little while she lay on my shoulder, and then decided she needed a blanket. When she got up I complained about the size of the bed and told her I was going to my room. She followed me into my room, and fell into bed, with me beside her. We were giggling and laughing the whole time. She started asked me questions and I the same to her.
She asked, “Have you ever kissed a girl?” I answered with a shy yes, not sure if I wanted her to know this information. “How did it feel?”
“Just like kissing a guy, except it was a girl.” She kept on with that line of questioning until I interrupted her.
“What are you trying to say here, Carrie? Do you want to kiss?”
“Well, I don’t know, maybe. Do you?” she answered. My response to this was that we could just do a peck on the lips. I leaned down and our lips lightly brushed each other. We both laughed and it was kind of awkward. That’s when the fun really started.
