Hi, my name is Nikkie, I'm twenty-nine years old, five foot two and a half inches tall, brown-haired cut in a pixie style to complement my elfin face, green eyes with a petite figure that although small is very well proportioned, with 32B boobs, that because of my small frame appear much larger than they are, boyish hips but firm arse and slim shapely legs.
My best friend Mel is the total opposite to me in looks, she towers over me at five feet seven inches has a gorgeous 36C-23-35 figure, blonde hair cut long to her shoulders and pale blue eyes.
We've been friends for over ten years now, ever since we started working at the same office when we were both eighteen, Mel is happily married to John, whilst I'm just coming out of a mid-length relationship that wasn't good for me, and I've taken it hard, but now I'm getting over it. We do so much together and tell each other everything, and I mean everything.
Now, this is where the classic girl on girl scenario comes in, it seems that every story I've read has the two girls having a glass or two of wine and then getting into some action, well for me and Mel it was no different.
It was one of those rare English summers when it had been hot and sunny for weeks now and Manchester was melting in a heatwave, so I'd taken a week off work to finally get over Paul and work on my tan. I was laying on a lounger in the sun, contemplating a glass of cool wine to accompany the light salad I was planning on having for lunch when the doorbell rang and there was Mel, she had come over for a chat. Mel went through to the garden and I opened a bottle of wine and took two glasses out for us.
When I joined Mel, she'd picked up the book I was reading, it was an old battered paperback copy of "Women on Top" that I had picked up at a bookstall a few weeks ago. I was skimming my way through it in no particular order, but today it was open at the section "Women with Women."
"Didn't know you were into girls?" Mel said in a teasing voice.
"I'm not," I said blushing a deep red, as some of the stories had got my juices flowing and created an interest in me. "I'm just skimming and that was the section I opened this morning." I tried to explain.
"Oh yeah..." Mel went looking at me funnily "It's okay to admit it, you won't shock me."
"Why not?"
Now it was my time to be shocked by her next comment.
"Well, I have been interested in trying a girl for a while now. Just for a change, something new."
That was a bolt out of the blue as she had said nothing about this before and as I said we share everything with each other.
"Oh, what are you interested in and aren't you and John happy?" I asked my curiosity peaked but in some ways fearing the answer she may give me.
"Nothing in particular, and everything, I've no idea really, just an inkling that it would be fun to be with another woman, and John and I are fine. It's just a sexy idea and a fantasy."
"You really mean that?" I asked her.
"Well every girl has at some stage, hasn't she, it's natural, like having a schoolgirl crush on that sexy teacher, or your friends' dad, or something like that."
"There were no sexy teachers at my school." I replied, "hang on do you mean male or female teachers?"
"Either or both."
By this time we'd finished the wine, well we're both northern girls so tend not to sip our drinks, so I went into the kitchen to get another bottle. It was ok as Mel only lived a few doors from me and had walked over. In fact, it was Mel and John who had told me about this house at the end of the Cul-de-Sac and I was really lucky to get it. It had needed some renovation, and that was where I met my builder and ex, Paul, he'd done a great job on the renovation and an even better job on dismantling me.
When I got back to the garden, Mel had stripped her top off and was lying on a rug, in her bra and short shorts the cheeks of her arse were clearly in view, I have to say she looked good from the angle I was looking at. She'd picked up the book again and was reading a passage intently.
"If you look at that book any harder your eyes are going to pop out." I teased her.
"Hey it's your book, but some of these stories are pretty hot."
I looked at Mel and could see she was getting worked up from what she was reading, some of the stories had had the same effect on me.
I joined Mel on the rug and we each had another glass of wine, and as I say, northern girls, big glasses, all the time reading passages from the book aloud to each other. Both of us were getting turned on as we were both squirming when we reached a passage that excited or stimulated us. We were getting more and more skin contact, I was in a new black bikini, that was very minuscule, I don't think I would have worn it on the beach, only in the privacy of my garden which is not overlooked and totally private.
As I said we were constantly making contact with each other when Mel turned to me and said, "I'm horny do you want to try it together?" Looking deeply into my eyes.
"What about John?" I asked.
"He's not going to know, and it's not like I'm having an affair or a quick fling with another man. He'll not mind, any man gets turned on by the thought of his wife having sex with another sexy female, standard male fantasy number one."
"Yeah, and then he finds out and wants us to put on a show for him or join in," I retorted. "Male fantasies two and three."
"We'll have to make sure he doesn't find out then won't we." With that Mel kissed me.
A long slow gentle placing of her lips on mine, I stiffened with shock and apprehension at first, then relaxed and began to kiss her back. Her kisses tasted sweet, I got just a trace of the wine we were drinking and her pink lipstick. Finally, Mel broke the kiss, I didn't want to, looked at me and smiled. "Oh God that was nice, why don't men kiss like girls?"