I’m not a lesbian. I’m 100% not into girls. Sure, I’ve kissed a friend now and again, normally to get rid of unwanted male attention but I don’t fancy women. I love cock. Big, hard cock. So why am I currently naked, scissoring my best friend to orgasm?
It started as a normal evening. It was my birthday and a huge group of us went out for dinner followed by cocktails. Anna was one of my best friends. A stunning six-foot-tall blonde with legs up to her armpits. Her smile was infectious, her laugh even more so. We had been friends for nearly twenty years and liked to cause trouble together.
We had a great evening; food, drink, dancing, laughing, everything was just amazing so it was a group of happy people by the time we headed home. It was then Anna asked if she could stay at mine to save getting a cab on her own. I agreed of course; a couple of people were already staying but she would crash on the sofa. When we got back to mine the others headed straight to bed but Anna wasn’t ready and asked if I would stay down with her for a bit - have a nightcap.
I poured us both a drink and we sat on the sofa, just chatting, laughing about the evening. I stretched and felt my shoulder muscle pull. I must have pulled a face as Anna asked me what was wrong. I explained my shoulder was playing up and she offered to give me a massage. I love a shoulder massage so got up and sat myself by her feet in between her legs.
She started to massage my neck and shoulders, brushing my hair to one side. It felt so good. I don’t know how long this carried on for but suddenly I felt her breath on my neck, her hands still on my shoulders but moving forward. She kissed my neck slowly; it felt good so I decided to let her carry on. I watched as one of her hands made its way down my chest, into my top, and started to caress my nipple.
A thunderbolt made its way to my pussy. I heard myself moan as her fingers teased my nipple. I leant my head back against her legs and she leant over, her mouth finding mine, and kissed me.
Her lips were so soft, her tongue probing mine. I was drunk and god I was so horny but was this really a good idea? Almost as if she read my mind, she stopped and looked at me. Now was my time to stop this yet I realised I didn’t want to. I wanted her to touch me, make me cum, so I turned around to face her and leant back in to kiss her.
This time it was quicker, more aggressive, our needs taking over. She lifted my vest over my head and undid my bra. I let it fall to the ground and she took both my tits in her hands and started to pinch and rub my nipples. Lowering her head she took one nipple and started sucking on it. I grabbed her head, my fingers in her hair. I could feel how wet I was through my knickers and was desperate to have her play with my pussy.
She moved from one tit to the next giving it the same attention, sucking and biting my nipple, all the time using her hands on the other. I tugged at her dress, letting her know I wanted her out of it. She let go of my tit, pulled her dress up over her head and undid her bra so we were now both topless, just panties between us.
I reached for her tits; they were a lot smaller than my 38F pair but her nipples were longer and begging to be sucked. I rolled them with my fingers for a few moments as we kissed again. Then rubbed her tits against mine before I leant to suck hers, mirroring the way she had to me.
She pulled me up next to her on the sofa, pushed me down on the cushion and lay on her side next to me. She offered her nipple to my mouth and I eagerly took it. As I did I felt her hand move down my stomach and into the top of my knickers. Her fingers through my wetness found my clit and she moaned appreciation at how wet I was as she started to slowly rub my clit. My pussy was on fire and I knew it wouldn’t take me long to come at all. She seemed to know exactly how I liked it. I moved up to kiss her again as our tits rubbed against each other.