I've known my best friend Miri since Kindergarten, AKA a really really long time, more than half my life. We're the kind of friends that can stop talking for months, or even years, and then just click back together and start talking as if nothing much has changed. She's also the only girl I've really thought about making love to.
Miri and I experimented together when we were really young, not sex, just playing around with one another in innocent curiosity. Through this we grew close enough to not have a problem talking about our sexuality with one another.
After a while we decided that we would like to go all the way with one another, no problems if it doesn't work. She's the only one I feel comfortable talking with and damn does she not have a body to lust after. I'm bisexual because of her, no ifs and or buts about that.
She's gorgeous, my Miri. 5'4" tall, lush C cups, tiny waist, curvy hips, straight brown hair to her waist, and milk chocolate eyes. One fine woman.
It was one day that we decided we'd get together for a weekend sleepover, just the two of us.
I pulled in front of her house and parked, hugging her as she ran out of the house with a cry of joy. I smiled and grabbed my bag from the back seat of my '85 Cougar. We go in the house and I drop my bag in her room, petting her cat Shadow on my way past him.
When we sat down on her bed Miri commented on my sundress and I giggle, "I've had this thing for years now, I just chose to wear it today." Miri leaned forward and says, "I like it, it's cute" before kissing me. I hesitated for half a second before returning the kiss, it was different, to kiss her, my best friend. But then again, I'd been somewhat day dreaming about this for a while now. I reached up with my hand and pulled her into my arms, crushing her breasts into my larger G cups. I pull back for a second to grab a breath and a whispered "Wow." Her mouth was heaven, soft inviting, and damned if I wasn't getting more of that.
She puts her hands around my waist and moans as I return to her mouth, stroking her sides as I run my tongue along her lower lip before nipping it softly. I was a dom it seemed, and she didn't mind at all. I push her gently back onto the bed straddling her lush hips with my own and tugging at the shirt she wore. I wanted those perfect breasts in my hands.
She arches underneath me to help me remove her shirt and I unsnap her bra when my hands are behind, tugging the tight tee off her body. I pull my mouth from hers as the tee goes over her head with the bra tagging along, I lower my mouth to her left breast and she moans deep in her throat the same moment I do.
The soft globe's give delighted me in contrast to her hardened nipple. my left hand came up to fondle her other breast the nipple teasing my palm. Her incoherent murmers spurred me into switching my mouth to her other breast and my hand teased down her small, gently curved stomache to tease along the edge of her skort. Her hips writhe against me and she tugs my chin-length reddish-brown hair and I relent, returning to her mouth to plunder it with my tongue.
She pushes me over and I allow her to reverse our roles, she tugs my dress up and tosses it onto the floor to be forgotten as she returns to my mouth for a long teasing kiss. her hands stroke my curved sides and tease around the edges of my pink silky panties.
"Vixen" I breathe against her lips as she pulls back and steps off the bed to strip off her skort and blue panties. I sit up and remove my simple nude bra and toss its molded fabric onto my dress, releasing my breasts with a soft sigh. I slip off my panties as well and tug Miri back in front of me to stand between my thighs as I sit on the edge of the bed.
"You're so beautiful" I tell her settling my hands around her waist and laving a pert nipple. "I can't believe I get to taste you, finally," I tease with a quirk of my mouth.