Chris’s First Time
Chris had never had a lesbian experience before-but tonight she was going to let her best friend make love to her.
Claire was determined to make her want more
You can have them tonight,” she said, scooting up on the bed to present her meaty breasts to my face.
What could I say to such a wonderful offer except to moan even deeper?!
“Only after you come, though,” my best friend added and then lay down to face me again.
Chris looked deep into my blue eyes with her own as she helped guide my hand down my own belly. In seconds we had snaked the heel of my palm into my dark pubic hair, and I spread my index finger and thumb between my wet lips. Arching my back, I started only the slightest tickle across my clit. If Chris wanted to watch me, wanted to lie here and tease me with the close proximity of her warm breasts, her coy words, and her big blue eyes, then I was going to damn well take my time coming!
“Yesss . . . .” she sighed, rubbing her sharp nipples against my own hard ones. We were breast to breast then, and my own 34Cs felt great pushing against Chris’s heavy Ds.
It was all I could do to keep a slow, steady movement in my hand. I snaked my fingers deeper into myself as we pressed closer, and I smelled my friend’s slight perfume and felt her chest rise and fall with her deep breathing.
“That’s it, that’s it,” Chris said, undulating next to me.
Her pouty lower lip was lifting on the right side as it always did when she was interested in something, and I silently applauded myself that I could make her so “interested”; god knew, she had had me interested the minute she had opened her top in the car . . . even before!
“Let me suck ’em,” I said. “Please, let me!”
“These?” Chris said, faking surprise. She leaned back and pushed her breasts together to form an impossibly tight cleavage. “You’ve always wanted to, huh?”
At that sight, I could stand it no longer. I grabbed my clit with my index and first fingers and began the hard, circular twisting I knew would get me coming in seconds.
“Oh god,” I screamed as Chris kept her position, her breasts tightly squeezed.
She knew I liked looking at them, always had and always would. I had tried all evening at the restaurant not to stare at her low-cut sweater, but Chris’s breasts are just too round and big for me (or anyone) to ignore. I loved the stares she’d received that night, from both women and men, but having the privilege of seeing her like this, having her trust me enough to have me be the first woman she was ever with, made me so hot my head was about to explode.
That Chris was keeping her distance, egging me on like she was, yet not touching beyond rubbing her breasts to mine, didn’t matter in the least. Like I said, this was a new experience for my best friend; besides, I was scheming even then as I felt myself rise, as I clutched my tight ass and I moaned deeply. I was planning on touching Chris plenty after I came! There was no way I was going to let a body like hers not feel all I could make it feel.
“Come for me,” she whispered as I rubbed my rock-hard clit for all it was worth and felt my juices run down my hand.
God, I hadn’t been this turned on this quickly in so long. It had taken Chris and me no time to fall into bed. Once I knew she was serious about the little flashing she had done in the car, I was not about to let anything stand in the way of our getting down to some serious fun. Now, with Chris this close, her tits inches from my mouth, her big blue eyes wide, and that knowing smile on her pretty pale face, I could do nothing but arch my back and come with all my body.
“Ah,” I said, as Chris smiled even wider, and I shook through the orgasm.
“Good honey. Good,” my best friend said, as I sighed and she rolled into me.
I literally whimpered as Chris leaned into me and planted a quick but hot kiss on my spread lips. In a way this kiss, the first sexual kiss Chris had ever given another woman, was almost as sensual to me as her lying here topless.
“Here’s your reward,” she announced after our lips parted.
My friend leaned back, scooted a bit up the bed, and then thrust her breasts to my mouth. I suckled first my friend’s right breast, then her left.
“Oh, suck. Suck it.” Chris moaned, as I did just that!
I lapped. Big breasts smothered me as I licked from hard nipple to hard nipple, pulling at the dark aureole, gulping as much of each breast as I could in my mouth at once, then releasing and burrowing to the other. When I heard Chris’s moaning begin to deepen, nearly to the point of her growling, I released my mouth from her thick cleavage and looked up at her.
“Now it’s your turn,” I challenged.
Chris looked up at me as I kneeled over, smiling wide. “How do you want me?” she whispered.
Still so wet, I looked down at the lean girl below me: Chris’s hard, powdery belly; her big breasts; her blonde hair falling across her slightly freckled shoulders. She was a vision, and if I had not wanted to make her come deep and long this first time with a woman, I could have stayed there over her and just drunk in her wonderful body and pretty face.
But . . . .
I didn’t say a word as I reached out to Chris’s hips and easily rolled her onto her back.
Odd as it was, I really had had enough of my friend’s breasts for the moment; I wanted to concentrate on getting Chris’s pants and panties off and then really showing her what years of being a lesbian had taught me. She had teased me; now I was going to give her the tongue-lashing of her life. If this was indeed a one-shot deal, if this was the only night of lesbian sex Chris would ever allow, then I was going to make her remember my strong tongue and the heights another woman could bring her to.
I felt like I was on a mission now!
Chris was steaming hot and ready when I peeled down her sweats and faced her blue cotton thong. I nuzzled my face across her pussy, kneading my nose into the cotton that separated my mouth from her hot little mound. I mouthed her a few minutes like that while she lay back and thrashed her head side to side, her straight blonde mane cascading across her fluffy pillow. Spreading her thighs even more, I heard her sigh as I kneeled and ran my long nails across her panties and to her hips again.
“You are mine now,” I promised.
I peeled down her thong, and Chris actually cried out when her trim triangle sprouted into view. I managed the thing all the way down her long legs and off her feet, and I smiled as I looked up to see my friend’s upper inner thighs quivering slightly.
“All mine,” I added, and then I dived down to Chris’s blonde triangle.
As I had suspected she would, Chris tried to scoot back up the bed. I wasn’t insulted of course; I knew my friend was hot for me, but a woman’s mouth on her pussy was new to her. I spread her thick lips with my tongue and let Chris’s light smell fill my face as I explored.
Chris tasted just like the virgin I knew she was to all this. Her little clit, hard like a button, popped its head out to meet my darting tongue. I positioned myself flat across my best friend’s thighs and buried my face deep into her wetness.
“Um, um. Oh!” Chris said.
I knew I had her; she was all but whimpering as I flicked my tongue across her button; but I wanted to prolong her impending orgasm. Like I said, I wanted to make this first time for Chris a great time. I wanted her to remember, and I wanted her to want me, because I certainly wanted to do this again . . . and again! Driving down the hour to see her for our monthly get-togethers could really be fun now, with the promise of a night like this looming in our future.
Ten years is a long time to fester an attraction that you’re sure you will never get to act on. Now that I actually had that chance, I needed to insure there would be a repeat-or many. I knew I had to really send her to the moon with this orgasm, taking Chris in a way that would engage her, body and mind.
I managed a hand under Chris’s little ass and began to snake my fingers between her cheeks.
“Cla . . . Claire,” she said, opening her eyes then to look down at me as I looked up at her. I nearly stopped my fingers in her ass, but Chris was smiling as she glared down at me. “I . . . I never, I . . . .” she tried.
I wasn’t about to remind Chris that fingers up her ass weren’t the only “never” happening this evening, but instead I laid my head back down across her, spread her wet lips with my tongue again, and snaked my index finger up her budding anus.
“Jesus,” Chris yelped above me. “Oh Jesus, Claire, oh sweet Jesus!”
Chris started squirming so much, I had to hold her in place by pushing my face deeper into her pussy while planting my finger up her from behind. She was shuddering now, whimpering from deep in her throat, and I could tell by the thick juices streaking my cheeks that she was really building for a heavy explosion; she was so wet, I couldn’t tell what was her juice and what was my saliva.
I felt my own pussy filling up again, and I started rubbing myself against the bed as Chris clenched her ass around my fingers. Easing my finger just up to her hole, I felt the bed shake as Chris cried out at my tentative purchase in her anus.
“Mmmm,” I moaned into her, and Chris all but bucked on
Suckling that button of her clit, I managed my hand in just a whisper more and held onto Chris as she began to cry. “Claire!” Chris gulped as her entire body tightened. Impaling her ass with my finger, I sucked hard on her engorged clit. “Claire!” she repeated as I felt her lips quiver and her back arch.
The warm squish of Chris’s juices released down my face as I held my lips to her clit and managed my finger in even deeper.
Chris came for what seemed five minutes. The hell with her,
I thought; I wouldn’t forget
It’s two weeks later, and I’m preparing to leave for Chris’s house in the next hour. We have talked as much as always on the phone, but neither of us has spoken yet about my last visit. We fell asleep in each other’s arms that night and the next morning went out to breakfast as usual, hung out for a few hours until it was time for me to leave her-with only a quick kiss on the cheek-come late afternoon. If our time together was a one-time occurrence, then I knew I had provided Chris, and she me, with one hell of a memory. But I was certainly wondering, as I packed my sexy black leather G-string, why Chris insisted that we see each other now, only two weeks later, when a month usually passed between our visits!
I was sure that Chris’s first time would prove not to be her only time!
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