Annie and I were seventeen. She was a few months older than I. We are the best of friends, and we share everything, even our deepest secrets, except one.

I had dropped enough hints over the last few months and was beside myself, not knowing how to proceed. I masturbated frequently to pictures of her that I had on my phone. Some of them were stolen from the girls' gymnasium changing rooms. I wasn’t proud of doing that, but it was necessary.

On this day, we found ourselves to be the last two in the shower. She looked at me strangely, as if knowing something that I didn’t. It made me feel insecure, as if she was marking me out of ten, and yet, I didn’t want to leave until she did because I wanted to stare at her gorgeous body for as long as I could.

In the changing rooms, I must have wiped my pussy so many times because it continued to wet itself as long as I looked at her. Her pert little breasts, topped with prominent puffy nipples that didn’t need a bra, and the white top just seemed to complete the final cover-up. I turned to dress myself and realised that Annie had stopped moving.

She sat on the bench, looking at me.

“What?” I asked, turning to look at her.

“What indeed?” she retorted, her hands on her hips.

I couldn’t help but glance at her smooth pussy. My gaze snapped back to her face when I noticed she was looking at it too.

“Come and sit here,” she said, patting the bench in front of her. I straddled the bench just like she had done and sat facing her. I had that dreamy look in my eyes. The one that said all those things I wanted to say to Annie.

She inched closer to me until our knees were touching. I nearly came.

“What’s up?” I asked as if nothing untoward was happening.

“Nothing’s up,” She said, then followed it with a whispered, “yet.”

I felt my stomach do somersaults, and I was unprepared for the stolen kiss.

It was delicate and soft, and it took me completely by surprise. The second kiss was longer, our heads turning from side to side as she nibbled my lips with hers. She must have tasted want all over them.

She came closer, lifting her legs over mine until she practically sat on my lap. She towered over me, while I had died and gone to heaven.

Even then, I still wasn’t sure I had read the signs correctly. I know I wanted her so badly, desperate to get into her knickers. I yearned to taste her sex on my tongue. I craved to lick, suck and bite her nipples until she grimaced with pleasure.

This was happening, wasn’t it?

When the kisses started from above, they were followed by her tongue penetrating my lips. I followed suit, my confidence growing as one hand cupped the back of her neck, and the other hand lifted her T-shirt as far as I could. My hands eventually settled on her bottom, clawing at her voluptuous flesh.

I didn’t know where to start. I wanted to rip her clothes off. I wanted to push my fingers into her. I wanted to dive between her thighs and lick her pussy, I wanted to. I wanted to do everything to her in one fell swoop, only I didn’t have enough hands.

I wondered whether this was just an exploration of her feelings or whether she wanted to go further.

Fuckit. This was going further. Decision made.

I pulled back from Annie, pushing her away with the palm of my hand. We were both panting hard as we studied each other. I pushed her hard, and she fell back onto the wooden bench. I pounced on her like a crouching tiger. Her thighs opened in response to the fall, and my hands came down on the insides, pushing them apart. I leaned forward and swiped her slit with the flat of my tongue.

The feeling and taste were intoxicating. I lapped a second time and a third. She was heaven on Earth. My tongue searched and opened her slit while I ate her sex. I pushed it into her silky hole and wiggled it about. I could hear Annie moan and groan, and when I finished eating her with my tongue, I slipped a finger inside her wet little cunny.

At last, I knew what being on cloud nine meant.

My finger slipped inside her, and my tongue flicked and licked at her clitoris. She started inching away from me, more because of her wriggling than anything else, and I inched closer to her every time she moved. When she hit the wall, she stopped, but I didn’t. I pushed forward, my finger joined with another that curved inside her. My mouth clamped down on her hardened bud, and I sucked on it, desperate to see her orgasm.

So many times, in bed at night, I had dreamed of doing this to her. Pinning her to the bed and bringing her with me to Cloud Nine.

I briefly looked into her eyes to find she was staring at me. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open. Air was sucked in, but nothing seemed to come out.

Then she started to climax. At the speed of light, her hands found themselves on the back of my neck, and she pulled me into her sex. She held me tight. Her body convulsed, trembled, quivered and shook violently. I thought my neck would break. Surrounding me was the noise of someone climaxing.

When she calmed down, she freed me, and I slowly slipped down the bench. I wore the most satisfying smile on my face as I scuttled up towards her to kiss her and share everything.

“Since when have you known?” I asked.

“Since ever, you silly bugger,” she replied.