“I’ve never had an orgasm.”
It took a few seconds for those words to register in my brain. It was so random, so out of the blue and so very unexpected that I didn’t quickly grasp the meaning. Looking over at Sarah, I lifted my head to fully look at her and asked, “What?”
A pretty, pink blush crept over her cheeks. She shrugged. “I’ve never had an orgasm.”
I turned back to stare at the TV. We were laying on our stomachs on my bed and had been channel surfing since our movie ended a while ago. Focusing on the TV, I discovered that we seemed to be currently watching a couple making love on screen. They were cleverly draped and covered for TV viewing, but it was obvious what was going on.
“So you and Scott have never done it, or what?”
“Oh, we’ve done it.”
Frowning, I looked over at her again. She seemed to be studying the action on the screen. “You’ve done it with him but he’s never made you cum?”
She simply shook her head.
Pillowing my head in my arms, I considered my friend. We’d met a few years ago while playing on the high school volleyball team. Sarah went to church every Sunday, always wore her skirts or shorts just barely above her knee with modest blouses. I was quite the opposite. I’d been to church with friends, with Sarah even, but it wasn’t my thing.
I’d also been sexually active way earlier than I should have been. My single mother, being quite the liberal, made sure I was protected and sent me out into the world. I wasn’t a slut by any means, but I certainly seemed to have much more education than sheltered Sarah. In my discoveries of sex, I found that enjoyed it no matter who I was with, male or female.
Sarah had been dating Scott since he asked her to our Senior Prom. He was, to my knowledge, her first and only boyfriend. It was now the summer after we’d graduated from high school and Sarah was enrolled in the community college waiting for classes to start this fall. In order to spend our last summer together, I got a job at local t-shirt screen printing place until I went into the Air Force in a few months.
I had to admit it to myself, which I tried not to do too often, that I had delayed my leaving until after Sarah was in college so that we could spend our last summer together. Secretly, I had been harboring a major crush on my best friend for years. Sarah was everything perfect to me. Pretty without being beautiful and small in size but with an ass that would stop traffic. I think the thing that made her the most attractive to me was that she had no idea how hot she was.
Shoulder length, light brown hair, green eyes, and a smattering of freckles across her pert nose, added together with small breasts and that round ass, had through the years been the fantasy for many a masturbation session for me. Sarah had no idea. I could only assume it was her church upbringing that caused it because everyone else seemed to see it. I’d taken quite a bit of ragging by our fellow volleyball teammates over my friendship with her. I didn’t care, I was fiercely protective of her and our friendship. If I couldn’t have her love, then I’d take what I could get.
I’d never really liked Scott. But then, I wouldn’t have liked anyone Sarah had dated other than me. So, I’d accepted that I was biased and she was clueless and that was the way life was to be. As I lay there next to her, feeling all warm and content in her company, I found that I was secretly happy that Scott hadn’t been able to do it for her.
But then I had a thought. My head popped up again and I stared at her hard. “Did he hurt you? Was he rough?”
Sarah shook her head, her soft hair brushing over her shoulders. “No, not at all. He tried. Really hard to make me cum. I think I’m broken. Missing parts or something.”
I blinked. “What?” Now I was confused. Missing parts? What the hell?
She shrugged and her embarrassment was evident. She buried her face in her arms and mumbled something I wasn’t sure I heard correctly.
“Did you just say that you don’t have a clit?”
Keeping her face buried, she nodded.
I discovered quite shamefully that the mental image I got of her fingering herself, looking for her missing clit, caused my own pussy to tingle warmly. I had to be careful here. She was embarrassed enough that I feared if she learned my feelings for her, this would end badly. So I had to be, or at least pretend to be, just a friend trying to help out another friend.
“Um. Okay. Well, obviously you should know for sure, but I’ve never heard of a girl not having a clit. Maybe you just, um… weren’t, you know, excited enough. Cuz for some you gotta be, you know.”
Sarah kept her head down but nodded again. “Neither of us could find it.”
Oh boy did those words do funny things to my stomach. I felt myself getting wet, my nipples puckered up tight. Taking a calming breath, I tried to keep my voice steady and soft. “But you’ve masturbated, right?”
“Tried.” Came the muffled reply.
I found myself feeling all sorts of things. Here was a girl that I’d crushed on for years, dreamed of, soaked many a pair of panties over, and spent even more nights with my fingers deep in my sopping wet pussy pretending they were her fingers instead of mine, telling me that she’d never experienced an orgasm. My body flushed with heat, but my heart was achingly sad that she was going through this. Add in my total and crippling fear that I would say or do the wrong thing and thus end our friendship that meant so much to me, and I was currently a mass of confusion myself.
Swallowing down the sudden lump in my throat I whispered, “Are you telling me this because we’re friends and you trust me, or are you telling me this hoping that I can help you?”
Finally, she turned to look at me. I could see she was on the brink of tears but was holding them back. “I don’t know.”
While I desperately wanted to pull her into my arms, I made sure not to touch her at all. This had to be her decision as to what happened. “Well, I’m pretty sure you have a clit.”
A tear welled up in her pretty green eyes making them glossy. She slowly shook her head. “No.”
“Sarah…” I stopped. Sighing, I was just so unsure of how to handle this.
“I should shut up. I’m embarrassing you.” She hid her face from me again.
“No, no you’re not.” I decided to take a chance. “I’d like to help.”
“Really?” She looked up again, her eyes alight, but then I watched that light dim again. “But how? I’m just a dork that can’t find my own clit.”
“You are not a dork. You’ve lived your life a certain way and sex is most likely not discussed at all at home, right?”
Sarah gave a short laugh before flopping over onto her back. “Good grief, no.” This sudden movement left her normally modest, button-up blouse slightly askew and gave me the barest glimpse of the swell of her breast. The tingle in my pussy was much harder this time.
A sweet shiver went through me. Hoping like hell that our friendship was solid, I decided I had to offer and just added to my hope that I’d be able to control myself and not scare her. “Look, I know this is weird. But you’re my best friend, and I hate that you’re going through this. If you want me to, I can help. But it’s up to you and its okay if it’s too weird for you. We’ll just let this go and forget it.”
“Help me how?” Sarah frowned, turning her head to look at me.
Well, it was now or never. “You know I’ve been with guys. We’ve talked about that.” Sarah nodded, her frown still in place. Licking my lips and taking a deep breath, I took the plunge, “I’ve also been with girls.”
Sarah continued to frown but rolled onto her side to face me. The gap in her blouse now giving me a tiny peek of white lace bra. “Been with them how? What do you mean?”
Closing my eyes for a moment, I hoped I wasn’t damning my soul to hell when I cursed her religious upbringing. “Been with girls in girl on girl sex. I’m bisexual.”
Sarah blinked. Her eyes going huge. “How did I not know this?”
I couldn’t stop the smile. She didn’t seem spooked, she seemed shocked but in an interested way, or so I hoped I was reading her face right. “One word. Church. I’m sure it just didn’t occur to you.”
She blinked some more and then opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again. I watched her face and the myriad of expressions that flitted across it. Sarah was so open, so honest, it was amazing to be able to actually see her thinking about what I’d said.
She sat up on the bed, taking away my itty bitty peep show. But she swung her legs up and sat cross legged, which really allowed my imagination room to play as I tried not to stare at her crotch. I slowly sat up myself, keeping my legs together and managing to give myself a slight squeeze and felt more pussy juice squish out.
Sarah studied me. I could feel her gaze and it was not completely pleasant, sort of making me feel itchy. She took in my short brown hair, I kept it nearly as short as my brother’s, the blue eyes, and in my opinion, somewhat plain face. As her eyes dropped to my chest, I knew my nipples hardened but there was nothing I could do about that. I was much more generous of breast than her, having a full C cup. I worked out a lot, ran a couple miles almost every morning, so I was trim and in shape.
“Which do you prefer?”
Her question was so abrupt, so fast, I again had to let the words roll around in my head a bit before I understood them. So then I gave it some thought. Something I really hadn’t done before. Girls’ bodies were so soft, so gentle and they always smelled so good. Boys or men, they were rougher and didn’t always smell very good, but they had a cock and that cock did feel pretty damn good most times.
Finally I just shrugged. “I don’t know. Like them both for different reasons.”
“But how do girls… I mean, what do you do… no. I mean… “She blew out a puff of air. “I don’t get it.”
The laugh was unable to be contained. It rolled out of me, releasing some of the tension. “Girls have fingers, they have mouths, they have boobs; it just works.”
Once again Sarah opened her mouth to say something but closed it again. She pulled her legs up, wrapping her arms around her knees and dropped her chin on top. Suddenly she looked very sad. “I can’t.” she said, her voice quiet and small.
Confused, I asked, “Can’t what?”
“I can’t do it with a girl. You know, the whole church thing.”
I was completely stunned that my oh-so-conservative friend had just even had the thought in her head. Refusing to let my hope grow, I ruthlessly shoved it back down. Nodding, I added, “Did anyone say you had to do it with a girl?”
“No. But, now I want to.” She pouted and it was the most adorable thing I’d ever seen. It also filled me with the hope I’d just attempted to stomp on. My insides were slowly turning to jelly as I worked to keep the luscious, juicy thoughts at bay.
“Hmm. That’s up to you.” I had to tamp down these feelings raging through me so that she didn’t feel any pressure. “We’ve been friends a long time and hopefully we’ll stay friends even after I leave for the Air Force. I’m going to put the offer on the table, because we are such good friends and leave it at that. I’m not forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do or feel uncomfortable doing.”
Sarah shook her head and she seemed almost angry. “No. Too late.”
Fear shot through me. Had I just screwed up? Was I going to lose her for good? “What’s too late?” I managed to whisper.
“You’ve put it in my head! Now I’m all curious and I can’t make it stop. But I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do. You’ve obviously not told me about this for some reason but now I want to know all about it. This is your fault.” Her eyes were snapping at me but there was a hint of smile around her mouth.
“I actually didn’t mean to hide it from you.” Shrugging, I added, “You just never picked up on it I guess.”
“Does everyone else know?” Her voice was a combination of horror and curiosity.
I only nodded.
I nodded again. “Why do you think Amber and Heather always changed clothes in the bathroom instead of the locker room?”
Sarah’s eyes went huge and her mouth dropped open. “I heard them talking about a lesbian on the team! I thought they were being paranoid. It was you they were talking about?”
I nodded once more. “They thought I would jump them if I saw them naked.”
“Well, that’s just stupid. Who’d be interested in Amber’s flat butt?” Sarah seemed to realize what she’d just said and blushed again. Clapping a hand to her forehead, she rolled her eyes at herself and smirked.
I couldn’t help but laugh. She was right, though. Amber had a totally flat ass that was completely unattractive to males or females and Heather was just too… Heather. The stigma of gays was everywhere, though. Since every straight man would clearly bang anything with a vagina, it must be the same concept for people attracted to the same sex, right?. People were such idiots sometimes, but that was our small town for you.
Sarah pursed her lips and looked at me for a moment. God I wanted to kiss her. “Hand me your phone.”
I was still staring at her mouth. “What?”
“Hand me your phone. I’m calling my parents to let them know I’m staying here tonight.”
My eyes shot to hers. She was smiling, she was relaxed and she had dropped her legs back down, no longer sitting in her defensive position. Without saying a word, without allowing myself to think, I reached for my phone and handed it to her. She made the call quickly, glossing over her lack of a change of clothing, giving whoever was on the other end all the things they needed to hear.
She finished the call and handed me back the phone. Leaning in closer to me, she issued her challenge. “Prove to me I have a clit.”
Oh god. Here it was, the moment I had dreamed of but never even considered would come true. My mind raced in a hundred different directions at once. Stalling, I put the phone back on the bedside table, I felt the bed move and when I turned back, I found Sarah standing beside the bed, her shorts dropping to the floor. She stood there, still wearing her shirt, bra and panties and was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Standing up myself, I pointed back to the bed. “Sit.” While she moved to sit back down, I went in the bathroom and took down my full length mirror. Bringing it into the bedroom, I propped it against the wall beside the bed, where it was closer. This side of the bed had only a couple of feet between it and the wall. Striving for a casualness I didn’t really feel, I said, “Panties off. Can’t see what you’re doing with them on.”
Sarah blushed brighter pink than ever. “Oh uh… well. You see, Scott likes… umm…” She let out a huff of breath at my confused look. “I’m shaved,” she blurted.
My knees nearly gave out and my pussy fairly screamed in joy. This was going to be more of a challenge that I had imagined. “Okay. Should make things easier for you cuz you can see better.” I knew my voice was shaky but there was nothing to do about that. Walking around behind her, trying to give us both a moment of semi-privacy, I shucked off my own jeans.
Turning back, Sarah was seated on the bed in front of the mirror, her knees tightly together. I crawled up behind her, spreading my legs wide to straddle her body. Tucking up behind her, I gently laid my hands on her thighs. “You do realize I’m going to touch you right?”
Sarah nodded. Her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. There was a little fear, but I could also see the curiosity and, I hoped I was right in thinking, a bit of interest and arousal. I gently and slowly caressed her thighs, not going near her crotch area. She eventually relaxed and let her knees fall open.
Here it was. I was about to gaze on something I’d dreamed of, lusted for, and never once thought to actually see. My hands shook, my breathing quickened and I ordered myself to stay slow and not scare her. Steadying myself, I so very gently pulled her legs further apart. “Anytime you want to stop you say so, okay?” I whispered in her ear.
She nodded and placing her hands over mine, opened her legs wide.
I stared hard into the mirror wanting to memorize everything. She was so perfect. Clean shaven, she was bare and pink and oh so beautiful. She wasn’t really wet, but that was okay. Her blouse drifted down and I knew that wasn’t going to work. This was my chance, this was my night, and no blouse was getting in my way.
Making sure she was watching what I was doing, I started to unbutton her blouse from the bottom up. As more pale flesh was exposed, her soft, flat tummy, up higher and higher, my fingers fumbled at the site. She reached up and finished the buttons and I pulled the blouse back, over her shoulders and dropped it to the side.
Her breasts were so small, so perfect. I couldn’t see her nipples though the bra and felt a moment’s disappointment. Hoping that would come later, I moved my hands back to her thighs. She stopped me, placing her hands on my thighs and gently squeezing.
“Nope. If my shirt goes so does yours.” Her voice was soft, unsure, shaky even.
I quickly nodded. Anything she wanted, I was willing to give. In seconds I had my t-shirt over my head and tossed somewhere behind me. Since I was behind her, she couldn’t really see me, but I could certainly feel her. Silky smooth, warm skin rubbed lightly against mine and I began to worry if I was going to be so wet that I’d leave a spot on my bed.
“Ready?” I asked.
Sliding my hands over her legs, I closed in on that warm pink juncture. Keeping my touch gentle, I spread her plump outer lips. “Okay. Obviously, this is your vagina. If you and Scott have been together then you know that’s where he went in.” I pointed down low at the dark opening there, my fingers itching to explore.
She gave a nervous laugh and said, “Yeah.”
“Your clit is up here,” I moved to point at the upper area. I could see in the mirror that there was no obvious little bump. Hers did like to hide it seemed. “In order for me to help you find it, I have to touch. You have to be aroused. Wet.” Since we were both staring intently at the mirror, we both watched in total amazement as a clear drop of fluid appeared at the opening of her vagina.
“Mmhmm. Think I got that.” Sarah whispered.
Without thinking, I swiped my finger down into that little drop and slid it up over her pussy. The slick wetness let my finger slide through her easily. God she was so soft, so pink, so warm. The little inner lips almost fluttered open at my touch.
I felt her jerky gasp and with my legs up against hers, I felt them relax. I began a slow stroking of her pussy from vagina to tip top, spreading her juices, slicking her up. Her head fell back a little, but she kept her eyes on the mirror. Once I had her good and wet, I began making little circles around the top of her hood.
Sarah gave a soft moan. I closed my eyes and tucked my face into her shoulder, breathing in her scent. She always smelled lightly of strawberry shampoo but now was the added musky female scent I loved more. She was so perfect, so warm and soft, my fingers covered in her slick juice. I was in heaven.
Under my fingers, I felt the little nub starting to swell. Looking into the mirror, I smiled, as there it was. “Look,” I whispered. My fingers rubbed against that tiny spot, making it bigger. Sarah’s body began to quiver in my arms.
“That? Is that it?” She asked, her own fingers coming to touch.
I moved my hand back, spreading her wide and watched as she touched herself. It was so beautiful, so intimate. Unable to stop myself, I rubbed my aching breasts against her back. She gave another soft moan as she played with her newly discovered clit, finding out for herself what made her feel good.
Taking a chance, I slipped my hand downward and gently pressed a finger into her tight pussy. She gave a gasp and arched her back, moving her hips to press my finger in deeper. It was a slightly awkward position since we were both sitting, but I didn’t care. I had my Sarah in my arms, her body pressed against mine.
Sarah raised her legs, bracing her heels on the edge of the bed. That opened her up more for us both. She was working her clit harder and faster now, her breath coming fast. Nudging her hair aside, I began to kiss her neck, soft little kisses. She gave another moan, and I carefully slid a second finger inside her.
She was tight but by now she was so wet, there was no trouble getting in. My fingers were completely soaked, she was hot, tight, and writhing. Moving slow at first, I began to finger fuck her. With my other hand, I reached for her breast. She was so small I could cover her completely with my hand, but she was perfect to me.
With her free hand she clamped down over mine on her breast, squeezing tight. Together, we moved as if we’d always done this. Her working her clit somewhat frantically now, me finger fucking her faster and harder and us both squeezing and massaging her breast. I was so hot, so wet, but all I could think of was her, my Sarah’s pleasure and her orgasm.
She gave a few soft “oh’s” and a low moan and I felt her stiffen. Knowing what was coming I whispered to her to just let go, let it happen. Kissing her neck, her shoulder, I kept the pace with my fingers, now squishing loudly into her twitching pussy.
With a final high pitched wail, Sarah came. She came hard, her body bucking, her pussy clamped down tightly on my fingers. I could feel the spasms passing through her body. Holding on tightly to her, I whispered all sort of things I’d never remember later.
When she finally settled, I carefully pulled my fingers free. Unable to stop myself, those fingers of mine went straight to my mouth. First smelling her female scent, and then tasting her sweet honey. God that was good. I heard her gasp and looked in the mirror at her astonished face.
“You just… your fingers. They were in there,” she pointed to the obvious, “and you put them in your mouth.”
“I wanted to taste you. I like the taste of pussy.”
Nodding, I finished sucking her taste from my fingers and pulled them from my mouth. “Really.”
She wrinkled her nose. “When Scott would kiss me after he’d eaten me I thought it was gross. Made him wipe his mouth off after that.”
Smiling a little, I shrugged. “It’s not your thing. It’s fine.”
Sarah stared into my eyes in the mirror. “I had an orgasm.”
“Yes you did. Seemed to be a good one too.”
“But I had an orgasm because a girl did it to me.”
I nodded. “Yes. But I thought I was just helping you find your clit.”
She continued to stare at me in the mirror. Her hands falling to my thighs, she began to gently rub, to caress them. “Pretty sure it was more than that for you.”
Trying hard to be casual, I shrugged. “It’s all good.”
Sarah got that pursed lip look going again. I wished she wouldn’t do that as it seriously made me want to kiss her. Before I could blink she jumped from the bed, turned around and sat back down but facing me, straddling me. “It’s not fair that I get it and you don’t.”
“Sarah, you don’t have to do this.”
She reached behind her and popped the snap of her bra. With a shrug it was gone, dangling from her fingers before dropping out of site. My eyes were immediately glued to her breasts. Those small yet, perky and firm, perfect mounds of flesh. Her nipples were small, but hard little buds just waiting for a mouth.
Nodding to me she said, “Yours.”
Slower than she had, I reached around and unfastened my bra. Pulling it off, I dropped it to the side. My breasts felt heavy, dangling in front of me. My nipples were larger and currently rock hard.
“Can I touch?” she asked a little breathlessly.
I could only nod, not trusting my voice.
Her hands cupped my breasts and gently lifted a little as if testing the weight. “So soft,” she whispered. She touched, exploring, caressing my breasts, and damn but it felt good. When she finally touched a nipple, I thought I might explode on the spot.
Looking into my eyes, she said, “Kiss me.” Since she was sitting on me, she was slightly higher than me. I reached up and cupped her face in my hands and pulled her gently to me. The first touch of our lips, tentative, soft. But I wanted more, and leaning in, I took more.
It was a kiss of exploration and gentleness. I kept it soft for a bit before reaching for her tongue with mine, I wanted her taste. She met my tongue, hesitant at first, and then bolder, more confident. It was the sweetest of kisses, the one I’d never forget.
Sarah gave a slight push with her body and we fell back onto my bed. She made sure to drop her elbow down so her full weight didn’t land on me. Not that I would have minded. Our breasts now touching, sending massive tingles and heat through me. Her legs were still straddling me and I could feel the heat from her pussy against my hip and I had to curl my fingers into a fist to keep from sinking them inside her again.
Lifting up, she broke our kiss and smiled down at me, her green eyes twinkling. “I like our boobs touching.”
I couldn’t hold back the chuckle. She was so damn cute. I slid my hands up the silky skin of her back, pressing her a little closer. Shifting one leg a bit, I pressed my thigh against her still very wet pussy. Sarah gave a soft gasp and pressed harder against me.
“Nooo, don’t do that! I’m supposed to do you this time.”
Shaking my head I said, “My pleasure comes from making you feel good.”
Tilting her head to the side but not breaking the contact between my leg and her pussy, she asked, “Why? What do you mean?”
It wasn’t easy to shrug in our current position, but I did it. “I’m the kind of person that when I know I’m making you feel good, then that gives me the most pleasure. Hell I can cum from just thinking about eating you.” Whoops, I did not mean to let that slip out. If that didn’t just tell her how long I’d been dreaming of her, then she must have some blond hidden in that hair of hers.
Sarah narrowed her eyes at me. “So that’s something you’ve thought about doing for how long now?”
I shot her a quick grin and then pulled her down for another kiss. This one I put more into, let her feel what I felt for her. My lips moved over hers, softly, gently, our tongues sliding together. Letting my hands roam, they found her rounded ass and gave a soft squeeze. Pressing her against my leg, I felt her wetness spreading over my thigh. Closing my eyes, I simply held her, enjoyed our kiss, her body against mine the way I’d wanted.
I managed to roll us over so I had her underneath me. Kissing my way down her neck, I nibbled a trail to those breasts I’d wanted in my mouth. Licking circles around that small hard nipple, I finally brought in my mouth and gave it a tug. Sweet and perfect, just like the low moan and full body shiver that went through Sarah.
Working my way between her breasts, I gave each nipple full attention. Rolling them between my lips, giving tiny little nips with my teeth, Sarah was quickly moaning and writhing, her hands in my hair holding me against her. Her body slid against mine, a light sheen of sweat making us slick all over.
Slowly moving down her body, I blazed a trail over her ribs, across her stomach, enjoying the quick clench and jerk of her legs. She was so responsive to my touch that I didn’t understand how Scott hadn’t been able to do this for her. But I didn’t care, she was mine for now, and if this one night was all I’d ever have, then I was taking as much as she let me have.
Reaching the soft plump area of her pubic bone, I tucked my hands under her thighs and pulled her legs up, opening her wide. Breathing in her woman’s musky scent, I started raining little kisses all over. Keeping clear of her clit, I kissed her mons, her outer lips, down her thighs and back. Sarah was moaning, unable to lay still, her breath coming in short pants.
“Damn you, do it and quit teasing!” She demanded.
Chuckling, I looked up at her face. Green eyes were flashing at me, her face flushed and oh so beautiful. Giving her a wild, impish grin, I leaned in and took one long swipe with my tongue, from bottom to top. Sarah’s hips bucked hard off the bed and I had to shift my arms to hold her down.
God she tasted good. The hint of tang in the musky sweet juice making my mouth water for more. Her shave job left her bare but with little stubbly bits and for some reason, I loved that feeling on my tongue. I waited a second for her to settle and then latched my mouth over her entire pussy and sucked.
Again, her hips shot off the bed, but I was ready this time. I kept my mouth firmly attached, held her down and started rubbing my tongue over her while I gently sucked her. Juices flooded my mouth and I had to swallow quickly. My own body reacted and I soon had my own wetness spreading over my thighs. Just knowing what I was doing to Sarah, feeling her body respond, hearing her gasps and moans, I was out of my mind with pleasure. Surely, this had to be heaven. If I never again touched Sarah, I felt I could die happy, my dreams fulfilled.
Working my mouth around, I gently began to suck on her clit. Looking up, I could see that Sarah had pressed her hands to her mouth to muffle her cries. Reaching up with one hand, I cupped her breast and rubbed her nipple with my thumb. That was all it took, she was gone, another orgasm ripping through her.
I drank up her juices until she shoved my head away. Giving a final kiss to her throbbing and now quite red pussy, I slid my body up over hers, dragging my face over her to clean myself off as I was covered in her. She lay limply in my arms, seeming to just try to catch her breath. Holding her close against me, I ran my hands over her back in long, slow, strokes.
After a bit she looked up at me and I was surprised to see tears. “You are evil,” she whispered.
Stunned, I stared in horror at her. Had I hurt her somehow? “What?”
“You’ve known how to do that for how long, and you’re just now doing it to me?” She smiled, letting me know her tears were happy ones.
Flooded with relief, I gave a shaky laugh and lay back on the bed. “Well, you do have a boyfriend you know.”
Sarah kissed my shoulder and I felt the tingle all the way to my toes. “Not after tonight. He’s gone, the worthless piece of crap.” She continued her kisses, heading down my chest.
I took a deep breath, knowing where she was headed and having this strange, weird feeling of dread and excited expectation at the same time. “Don’t dump him cuz he doesn’t know how to give you an orgasm. It’s not like they give lessons in that you know.”
“You just gave me two.” Her hot mouth closed over my nipple. Fantastic desire shot straight to my steaming pussy. She sucked, licked, and rolled her tongue over me as if she’d been doing it for years. I fisted one hand in the blanket on my bed, fighting to keep control.
Swallowing hard to find my voice I said, “Sarah. Sweetheart. You don’t have to do this. I’m okay, really.”
Her answer was a very gentle bite to my nipple. I couldn’t hold back the moan, the arching of my back. She looked up at me. “I don’t think I’m ready to eat you yet, maybe never, I don’t know. But touch you, oh yes that I can do.” Her hand slid down over my stomach and I sucked it in hard. The heat and excitement of her touch driving me nearly insane.
“Since you’ve done this sort of thing before, tell me what you like.” She demanded before leaning in for a deep kiss. Her fingers stopped just at the top of my full bush and for the first time in my life I wished I shaved. Maybe she had something to teach me after all, I thought as our tongues played together in each other’s mouth.
When she finally released my lips so I could speak, all I could say was, “Fill me.”
Tilting her head to the side, she studied me a bit. Then her fingers slide into crinkly hair between my legs. When she felt how very wet I was her eyes widened. “You do like to do the eating.”
Since she was touching me, my Sarah, my deepest crush’s fingers were sliding in my sopping wet pussy, I couldn’t speak so I only nodded weakly, my legs falling wide open. She explored, touching, feeling all around, finding my very obvious clit but not lingering there when I gave a jerk of my hips and a moan.
“Fill you huh. I think I can do that.” She worked her fingers into the generous wetness there before very carefully and slowly started to insert a single one into me. My hips twitched, trying to pull her in deeper. Her mouth returned to my nipple and she sucked it in hard just as she slid in a second finger. The duel attack was amazing, wonderful, but still I wanted more.
“More,” I whispered almost frantically.
She worked the two fingers in deeper, and I knew she was being cautious, trying to figure out how things worked. It took everything I had in me, but I knew I had to let her do this on her own. I couldn’t push, no matter what my body craved.
Sarah leaned down, taking a look at the situation. Pulling her fingers almost free, she worked in a third finger and pushed in. My hips lifted from the bed this time. There was nothing I liked more than being full, filled up tight with a girl’s fingers. She pushed in as deep as she could go, and then started to finger fuck me as I had done to her.
It was slower than I wanted, but I wasn’t about to complain. Opening my eyes I looked down at her as she was watching her fingers moving in and out of my body. She met my gaze and then holding it, suddenly pushed in her fourth finger. A few more firm thrusts and I was screaming, my orgasm ripping through my body.
To give Sarah credit, she hung in there. She kept those wonderful fingers in deep and tight while my pussy clamped down and did its best to shove them back out. My body bucked hard, I shook and gasped. I couldn’t remember ever having an orgasm that hard before. It was beautiful, wonderful, and it was all because of my Sarah.
When I settled a bit, she carefully pulled free. This time she was the one that pulled me close, holding me against her. My body continued to quiver for a bit and I held on tight to her. With our legs tangled together, arms wrapped around each other, we drifted, relaxed and warm and comfortable.
I had no idea what would happen next. At that exact moment, I was too happy, too content to care. I knew that would change and soon. This was our last summer together before we each started our adult lives. There was no way Sarah could openly be with me because of her religious family and upbringing. Our friendship meant the world to me and I didn’t want to lose that.
Only Sarah would know if a relationship with a woman was right for her. She had to make her own decisions about things. But I vowed to be here for her if she wanted me, needed me. She was my Sarah, my crush, and while the words of love were on the tip of my tongue, I knew now was not the time.
The future was close and very far away at the same time. Whether or not it was our future was not to be determined right now. For now, this was enough.