My Lesbian Awakening with My Best Friend

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It wasn’t all that strange for Karen and I to be in our underwear and nothing else on any particular day. On that particular Saturday, I was sitting in a kind of tight white tee shirt and my panties, just relaxing on the couch with a fluffy romance book. Karen was puttering around the house in an outfit almost identical to mine with a white tee shirt and skimpy panties. If anything, her tee shirt was slightly tighter. I’d seen her that way hundreds of times, hell, probably thousands of times. We’d been best friends for almost two decades and we’d been roommates for the last four ever since we each moved out of our parents’ houses and went to college. I’d known Karen since we were both in college. 

So, it was strange that that particular day was the day that I first noticed just how really beautiful my best friend was. Karen’s body was lovely. I think I knew it intellectually because I’d probably remarked on it a hundred times, and if I were in a conversation with someone else about beautiful girls, I’d mention Karen’s name. If I went shopping with her, I would always point out things that would complement her.  Fuck, in those cases, I would point out her beauty. Hell, when I was looking at dresses or sexy clothes, she was the body that came to mind filling it. I suppose there’s a difference between knowing she was sexy and, for the first time, looking at her and seeing a beautiful and sexy woman. The weird thing about it was, I wasn’t just looking at her like a sexy woman from a conceptual standpoint; I found myself attracted to her, and that had never happened before. It hadn’t happened with Karen or any other girl.

Like any woman, I suppose, I had had plenty of fantasies about being with another girl.  I’d never done it before, and since Karen and I were best friends and told each other everything, I assumed she’d never done it before either. At that moment, I felt a surge of arousal that I hadn’t ever felt before. I mean, sure, I was no prude, certainly wasn’t a slut, but I’d slept with a few boys and I would say if a boy got to date with me, he was very likely to get laid. When those things happened, I’d gotten aroused. But this was different; I was turned on, and I was turned on just looking at her. It wasn’t the kind of situation where a kiss led to an increasing arousal and then more kissing and then soft wandering hands that eventually broke past any barriers I had. I was one-hundred percent ready to go, and I was ready to go looking at my best friend. It made no sense to me at all, none. It must have been something that we’d eaten for breakfast earlier because when Karen turned and looked at me, there was something different about her eyes.

I didn’t know exactly what it was at first and I was still lost in my own thoughts but she came close and sat down on the couch. Before I really could get my hands around what was happening, she leaned over and kissed me. It was one of the most beautiful kisses I’d ever experienced. It was so strange to reach up and immediately stroke her hair and hold her to me as I kissed her. She pulled away and looked at me bashfully, and I think I had the same look on my face.  Of course both of us were concerned.  Hell, there was nobody on Earth I loved more than Karen, and the thought that we could be ruining our relationship was right in the front of my mind and I’m sure it was on hers, too.  Neither of us spoke and I realized my hand was still in her hair. I moved her long black locks out of the way just so I could see her face more clearly.  Then I leaned forward and kissed her again. 

I let my other hand find hers and squeezed it softly as I kissed her. She took that hand and moved it upward, and suddenly I was cupping her breast through her tee shirt. All the while, our lips kept exploring softly. We hadn’t done any French kissing yet, it was all just our lips but it was soft and sensual and beautiful. Even though it was just our lips, there was nothing like a friendly kiss involved in what we did. Finally, she put her hands behind my head and held me tight and pushed her tongue past my lips. It was astounding. It was like no other kiss I’d ever had. At the same time, I felt her hands begin to wander. She didn’t squeeze at my breasts through my shirt but instead lifted my shirt up all the way up to my neck, and then reluctantly broke away the kiss so that she could pull it off. I felt a slight burst of nervousness but I was definitely ready to kiss again.  We didn’t, though. The moment my breasts were free, she leaned down and kissed them softly. That sent a thrill through me, and I moaned softly.

I expected her to do more at my breasts but she had other ideas in mind. She reached down and pulled at the waistband of my panties and when my panties were finally at my knees, she lifted her own shirt off and then knelt in front of me. She reached for my thighs and parted them.  Then the most glorious sensations I’d ever felt ran through me as she leaned forward and I felt her tongue licking from right at the bottom of my pussy and then all the way up.  It was beyond incredible to fill her at my slit, slightly dipping into my folds and then reaching my clit where she flicked softly before starting again at the bottom. It was so amazing to feel it the second time, and she did it again another four times before her hands got busy again. One hand grasped my thigh, squeezing gently, while the other reached up to massage at my breasts. It was overwhelming.  I looked down and I saw her beautiful face with her lovely dark brown eyes as her mouth worked. She wasn’t looking at me but looking down where she was licking, and she had such a look of… I didn’t know if gentle lust was the right way to describe it but there was a softness and gentleness and romance to it that was amazing precisely because it also had a hungry sexiness.

Her hands moved and I found myself putting one of my hands over hers as she squeezed on my breast, and with the other hand I gently tweaked and pinched at my other nipple while her mouth continued to work at its magic between my legs. I’d never experienced this kind of a sensual sexuality before; there had been times where I’d wanted to fuck, and there’d be times where I wanted to make out. This was the first time in my life that both of those things seemed to come together so that what was happening was more than just sexual and more than just gentle affection. It was somehow astounding in every way or shape or form. She pulled her hands back and the next thing I knew, she’d interlaced her fingers with mine so that I gripped her hands, and every lick, every kiss, every movement of her mouth made me grip them more tightly. She held them as she licked and began to moan softly.

It was really lovely, and it went on for four or five minutes, Karen just gently exploring my pussy and my clit and occasionally thrusting her tongue into me but never roughly, never too urgently. I found myself hovering on the edge of what I knew would be a powerful explosion. Then she let go of one of my hands while holding the other tight. She moved her mouth up and began kissing along my thigh, and then I felt her push two fingers inside of me. I gasped because the penetration sent powerful thrills through me I knew would push me over the edge. She began moving her fingers in and out of my pussy while she kissed and licked at my thigh. I was growing closer and closer and I knew that I was going to cum at any moment. I was desperate for it, in fact. I found myself moving my hips to meet her thrusts, and then she took her mouth away from my thigh and instead leaned down and began flicking her tongue softly over my clit.

That was all it took. I pulled my hand off of hers and tangled it up in her hair as I came, breathing out her name with a tone of voice that should have been loud but came out softly.  I whispered, “Karen, oh Karen! Oh God, Karen!” as I pushed my pussy against her fingers and my clit up against her mouth. The orgasm was overpowering; my whole body shook with it.  That was strange because it had such a slow and sensual buildup, and yet it felt more powerful than orgasms I had experienced before, even orgasms that had come after tremendous, rough fucking. This orgasm was beautiful and it felt like a gift but it was no less powerful than any of the times orgasms had been ripped from me, torn from my body in involuntary explosions of pleasure. This was beautiful, this was overpowering. I moaned softly as she continued to push her fingers and though the movements of her mouth on my clit grew softer and gentler, her fingers kept moving hard. If she’d done it any other way, the sensitivity in my clit would have probably driven me to push her away. With gentle and soft stimulation there but hard stimulation inside of me, I found my orgasm growing, continuing to course over me, but never growing so overwhelming that I had to ask her to stop. 

She finally pulled her mouth off, moved up and began kissing and licking at my nipples as her hand continued to assault my pussy. She kept moving further up until finally her mouth was on me again. The feel her lips on mine, to taste myself in her mouth, and the feel her fingers continuing to move was even more overpowering to me so I threw my arms around her, held her tightly to me and pushed my tongue into her mouth to kiss her passionately. I cried out her name again, this time not whispering but almost screaming as I cryied it out right against her lips. “Karen, oh Karen! Jesus, oh Karen! God, Karen!” She kissed me and held me, moving her fingers fast and hard and then gradually began slowing them. My body continued to send shockwaves of joy through me.  She slowed down until her fingers weren’t moving anymore but she didn’t pull them out but instead just held them deep within me as she kissed me. Finally, she broke the kiss off but kept her fingers deep inside.

I held her and stroked her hair, and she looked into my eyes with a soft smile. She kissed me a few more times, and only when she’d pulled away her head and leaned it against my shoulder, kissing softly at my neck, did she finally pulled her fingers out of my pussy and lift them up so she could softly rub at my breasts as she kissed my neck and I came down from the orgasm. I stroked her hair and held her there, and we fell asleep in that position on the couch, her body on top of mine, her thigh right up against my pussy and my hands around her body. When we woke a little later, she immediately began kissing me again. I think it had only been about two hours, but again her mouth found my pussy and her fingers did as well. It was another incredible and beautiful experience. The best part about the second time, though, was that once it was once it was over and my orgasm calmed, I got to focus attention on her.  That was just as lovely.

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