When Things Start to go off, an Encounter of a Friend.

(Arya) “Well, I suppose we started off like normal boyfriend/girlfriend. You know…holding hands, cuddling - hey THATS funny isn’t it. Two people cuddling one another. One with a raging hard-on, the other wetting her knickers…but doing nothing about it until a furious wanking session later. Still…I suppose that’s how we all start off eh? 

So, we’d got past all that bollocks. (Giggle) ‘bollocks’ hahaha We’d sucked and fucked. Age? I was 16 he was 17. We were both each others ‘firsts’. Cute huh? Mostly our sex was snatched moments in his house or mine, or outdoors in the summer. You know that flint barn, just off coppice field? We did it there a few times. (Hey! That’s my fucking barn, bitch! Mental note: Fit camera in there ASAP.) 

‘Thing is….there were…things….I wanted to try. Different positions, hehehe…different holes! But how do you put that across without seeming like a slut? And I bet Sean felt the same. So, one day. Wrong time of the month. Very, very wrong time of the month. (Sidebar: unlike me Arya has periods from hell. Regular as clockwork fortunately, but massively heavy. So heavy she can become anemic.) I was bleeding like a stuck pig so there was absolutely no chance of doing anything. Pity, coz I felt so fucking horny! Another of God’s little jokes eh? Sean…I don’t think he’d have minded, but the place would have looked like a murder scene afterwards. Boys eh? Once that cock’s hard….

Anyway, I was about to wank him off….couldn't send him home like that, right? Then, and I don’t know why I said this, I loved holding his hard cock and making him spurt, but anyway, I said, “Hey. Show me what you do in your bed when you think of me.” He looked embarrassed but I pulled my top up so he had some eye candy. He wanked himself off, but I asked him to tell me what he thinks about. He said ‘Your scent…down there. I….i’d love to have a pair of your knickers to keep and smell when I wank off. Your cunt (cunt? Wow) stains all over them and….’ He didn’t get any further. A nice ejaculation…all over my tits. But I did notice, as he wanked himself, his thumb would graze over the head of his cock now and then. Later, he told me that when he’s inside me, my cervix does that. And when he’s in my mouth my tongue does it. 

So….after the period, we got back into our usual round of blow jobs, mutual masturbation and fucking of course. (Of course). About oh…maybe two months later, we were in that barn again. (Damnit…MUST get a camera in there!) and I thought we’d be fucking soon, but instead, he said “I want you to show me what you do in bed when you think of me.” Oh I masturbated for sure….i men]an..I’ve been playing with myself since I was 12. But no-one has ever seen me do it. Not even I’ve seen myself do it. I don’t look in mirrors like some girls do. It’s a secret, under the covers kind of thing. And here I was, dressed only in a pair of very damp butterfly knickers, lying on a hay bale. Horny as fuck and….you know….ready. I could see how much he wanted to see me, but….well…wa king’s private, right? And anyway, I do things when I play with myself that are private private. You know? (No, but I can guess.) 

I normally wear knickers in bed (yeah, don’t we all?) and I normally masturbate in them…so I figured I’d just close my eyes, and imagine he wasn’t there. Anyway, I’d seen him, so fair’s fair. 

So I just imagined myself in my room, spread my legs and went for it. I came alright. Boy, how I came. When I landed again, my knickers were to one side, as usual, two fingers up my hole, thumb on my clit and my left hand middle finger up my arse. I froze, mortally embarrassed. He’d discovered my secret. My secret and my desire too. I want it up my arse.

Sean’s cock is long, but not too fat. Not like some guys whose erections are fatter in the middle. Oh God, Anna, the gazillion times I’d fantasised about his cock slipping up my arsehole! 

Five minutes later, I got my wish. My first anal fucking. 

Well, that’s how I came to masturbate in front of someone for the first time, and how it lead to me changing the way I wanked him off, and getting it up the bum for the first time too.”

She stops talking and we both look at the words on the screen. My nose is screaming at me. I know I’m wet as fuck, my my nose has detected another vaginal scent. So is Arya.

I know she is straight. I know because when we had sleepovers together, I made veiled suggestions which were always politely deflected or the subject changed. A quick glance at her revealed heavily dilated pupils, and a sex flush. At the very least she wants an orgasm…ah, but then, so do I. I adore hearing about ‘first times’. I get off on the innocence and trust of them, not to mention the actual sex acts. 

I broke the ice. “So, you’ve masturbated in front of a guy.” A voice thick with arousal replied “Yeah.” Another charged silence. Meanwhile Miss. Brain decided ‘fuck it.’ “How would you feel if a girl masturbated in front of you?” Her reply was instantaneous “I’d probably join in.” 

So I turned sideways in my chair, hung a leg over the arm and slipped my hand into my panties. My green panties. The ones that really show the wetness. Harriet also leaned right back and spread her legs. White panties with spider legs of pubic hair escaping at the leg holes. Pubes! I’d forgotten how sexy they can be. But I also saw them between her legs. She must smell amazing. 

Hands in panties became crotch pulled aside. A forest of black pubic hair presented itself. And her….well, let’s call it what it looked like…her gash, pink, glistening, wet, slippery. Careful Anna, or you’ll cum too quickly. 

I noticed Harriet staring at my sex too. We looked really u comfortable in the chairs so I suggested we lie next to one another on the bed. There, we resumed our masturbation, but without panties. Harriet on my left, her left hand working her sex, and my right hand working mine. I felt her fingers intertwine with mine, and it moved me one pace closer. But when those same fingers disentangled and touched my thigh, it nearly brought me off. But there was more to come. I felt her fingers gripping and relaxing and stroking gently up and down my inner tihigh. Higher each time until finally he little finger brushed my labia…..and stayed there. “Christ, your wet!” A whisper, but one loaded with lust and desire. I felt her hand move slightly and as it did I moved mine so I was just working my clit…very, very gently. 

A finger circled my hole. It didn’t go in, just circled it.   Delicate moment here. If I put my hand on hers and pressed her inside me, she could well run away. If I don’t, she may think I don’t want her to. If I touch her…or try to…similarly she may run for it. Beginnings are delicate times. 

Then she penetrated me. I let out a ‘oohhh thats good.’ With just the right tone. 

An hour later, we lay utterly sated next to one another. I had got my face between her legs and into that thick bush which was everything I expected it to be. Feminine scents, yes, but amplified. Her cunt cream had glued some of the hairs together and I remembered how baths looks when I had hair. I’d look down in the water and see the milkiness as my cream dissolved off the hairs. I used to pretend it was semen because I’d been a ‘naughty girl’. Harriet smelled stronger than a girl without pubes would smell. Cunt, stronger. Pee, stronger. 

She even licked me out too…another first for her. And (bless her) she even slid a finger deep up my bum. I suppose she was just doing to me what she enjoys. 

Is Harriet now a lesbian? Of course not. Is she bi? We all are to a greater or lesser extent. It was just sex in the moment. Nothing more, but don’t cheapen it. It was nothing less either. What happened between us took trust on her part. I remember agonising over whether, if it came to it, I could actually bring myself to kiss another girl’s sex. THATS what all the panty raids in the locker room were about. Dry, or rather moist runs for the real thing. By the time I got the chance to actually go down on another girl, I knew not only that I wouldn’t shy away from it, but that I actively liked everything about it. The scent…the taste…..everything. 

If Harriet’s boyfriend(s) of the future ever ask her if she’s done anything with another girl, she can keep it a secret if she wishes, or she can say proudly “yes. Wanna hear about it? And she can watch the effect of such a recounting. Boys seem to like hearing about girl/girl sex.