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My first Time With My Best Friend
by Barrack David (iw57@jove.acs.unt.edu)
1996
***
I wrote it from the female's point of view, so I would
really appreciate any female feedback I can get. The
story is about a girl having her first bisexual
experience with her best friend. (FF, MF, 1st-bi-expr)
***
Jackie and I were sitting on the couch, watching some
cheesy USA up all night movie, when it happened. We had
both just finished with our men, who were in our rooms,
sleeping. If there's any one thing that annoys me about
men, it's their tendency to use up all their energy on
the first go.
Cyrus (that's my man... everyone calls him Cid) is
usually pretty good about that, leaving himself some
energy in reserve, but tonight he was like a wild
animal, which, mind you, I enjoyed... but sex itself
turns me on, so I usually like to do it more than once
in a row.
I suppose I can't blame him though, we hadn't been
together for two weeks. We usually get together on the
weekends, but our obligations kept us apart. I had a
paper to write, he had a track meet to go to, then I
had a test to study for. He was really aching for it
tonight, so I decided to play hard to get, which didn't
last very long. I dodged around the room until he
grabbed me and threw me down on the bed. I might have
kept struggling, but I wanted it too. I let him hastily
pull off my clothes while I listened to Jackie and
Orlando in her room.
Jacosta is kind of a shy girl, but I could never think
of her as innocent... she has the loudest orgasms I've
ever heard. When she's in the shower, by herself, even
when she knows I'm in the apartment, she still makes
the biggest commotion. I have to admit, it kind of
turns me on. I guess hearing anyone having that much
fun is kind of exciting, though. Not that I'm trying to
make up excuses, but I've always been afraid that I
might be a little bisexual, and couldn't ever really
admit it to myself.
The thought of being intimate with another woman never
actually turned me off, but I've never told anyone
that. I have been thinking about it recently though,
mostly because of Cid. He tells me that it's my only
shortcoming as a lover, that I'm not bi. I was kind of
surprised to hear it, but I guess it makes sense. All
the pornos I've watched have lots of bi and lesbian
women in them, so I guess it really does turn them on.
(Guys, I mean.)
Cid got me down to my little lace and silk panties when
he had to stop and take off his own pants, complaining
that his 'Womanpleaser' as he likes to call it was
getting to big for his britches. You might think that
the name Womanpleaser is a bit arrogant, but then
again, I've never had any complaints about his
performance.
He finished getting naked, down to his socks, and
pulled off the last of my underwear. Actually, it was
technically his underwear, because I gave it to him
last Christmas. I showed up to the Christmas bash
wearing a ribbon choker with a bow on it. After all the
other presents had been opened and everyone else left,
I let him unwrap me. That was the first time we did it.
It was also the first time I had worn sexy underwear.
I've been doing it ever since, not just to please him,
but because it makes me feel sexy.
Well, any ways, there we were, naked on the bed, and
I'll spare you the gory details, but I will tell you
that he was not gentle, which I got off on immensely.
Unfortunately, like I've already established, he
basically came and went. As soon as he was finished, he
rolled off of me and fell asleep so fast that I barely
had time to compliment him.
The up all night movie wasn't exactly holding our
attention, so me and Jackie began to discuss this
shortcoming in men. According to Jackie, Orlando was
consistently guilty of this, but it was most likely
because he insisted on doing all the work. At some
point in the conversation, I noticed that my roommate
had draped her arm around my shoulder.
I looked at her hand, and then back to her. "Cold?" I
asked, completely innocently. She nodded and slid a
little closer to me. She was only wearing an oversized
T-shirt and some socks. I had on my big flannel night
shirt and Cid's boxers, and I was plenty warm. I put my
arm around her and she put her head on my shoulder.
I don't mind being familiar with Jackie, mostly because
neither of us are bi, and I know nothing would ever
happen between us.
Boy, was I wrong.
She did it very slowly, snuggling closer and closer,
putting her hand on my lap, moving her head closer to
mine. Thinking back on it all, I don't think that I was
aware of these little movements of hers, even if I was,
I didn't think anything of them. When the commercial
came on, I turned to her to tell her that I was going
to get her a drink. As soon as I opened my mouth, she
pressed her lips against mine.
I froze solid. I absolutely could not think of anything
to do. I just sat there, eyes wide. Her eyes were wide
too, staring back into mine. I felt her body trembling.
I think it was her. It was probably both of us. Jackie
started to slide her hand up under my shirt. I was
going to stop her, but she slowly pulled her mouth
away.
"Why are you doing this?" I whispered, in lieu of doing
anything.
"I... don't know." She said in a faltering voice. Her
hand touched my breast. We both jumped a little, I let
out a nervous whimper, and her eyes widened slightly.
"Why aren't you stopping me?" She shuddered out. Her
hand gingerly kneaded my breast during the moment of
silence that followed.
"I..." More silence.
"I... don't know." She moved her mouth back to mine.
Again, I was unable to move. She pressed her lips to
me, gently at first, then more fiercely. This time, she
slowly started to slide her tongue into my mouth, which
caused me to slide away from her.
"No, please..." I fell back onto the couch, and Jackie
quickly crawled on top of me. She laid on top of me
kissing me again, with even more tongue. I tried to
push her away, but my arms were trembling so badly,
they had no strength. Under normal conditions, I am
considerably stronger than her. She is eight inches
shorter than me, and she doesn't work out nearly as
often.
Under these conditions, I could barely support myself.
I gave up, laying there numbly while she kissed my
mouth and face. She slowly started to unbuttoned my
night shirt with trembling hands. She fumbled the
buttons so badly that she could only do two herself.
She put her hands on the couch next to me and looked
into my eyes.
"Help me." She pleaded, voice trembling so badly that
it almost sounded like she was crying.
I stared up at her for a moment, then slowly moved my
hands up to the buttons. I don't know why I did it. I
don't know why I did anything that night. It might have
been the nervous, pleading look on her face. It might
have been the fact that I had secretly fantasized about
this once or twice. It might have been the fact that
Cid had repeatedly told me that bisexuals turn him on.
It might have been sheer curiosity. Whatever it was, I
finished unbuttoning my shirt while Jackie resumed
nervously kissing me. I closed my eyes, and the
sensations became familiar. Except for the smell of her
hair, and the small noises that she made, it felt the
same as being with a man.
Her mouth found it's way back to mine. She licked my
lips, then the edge of my teeth, then my tongue. I
returned the gesture, sliding my tongue into her mouth.
I felt her body stiffen for a moment, then relax more
than it had been before. She scooped up my head and
kissed me passionately. I surprised us both by running
my hands through her hair, and pulling her head more
tightly to mine. We kissed passionately for several
moments, a thousand things running through my head. She
pulled slightly away, lips still touching mine.
"I can't believe this is happening." She whispered, her
breath hot in my mouth.
I looked at her incredulously. "You're the one who
started this." I brushed her platinum blonde bangs out
of her face, waiting for her response. She stared at me
for a second, then buried her face in the small of my
neck, laughing.
"Shhhhh, shut up, we don't want the guys..." Something
occurred to me at that moment. "uh, finding us like
this, do we?"
"Uh, no. I guess not."
"Jackie," I cut in. "This might be a bad time to ask,
but you didn't, um, did you get oral with Orlando?"
"Um, no, why?"
"Because you've just had your tongue in my..."
Jackie's eyes widened with realization. "No!" She burst
out in a suppressed giggling. "You didn't... you know,
with Cid?"
"No." We both laughed quietly for a while before we
started to feel uncomfortable again. The giggling died
away, and we were left with silence. We stared at each
other for a while, until Jackie leaned in for another
kiss. The nervousness immediately returned, but I let
her kiss me anyway. I closed my eyes again while she
continued kissing me, and I relaxed slightly.
She started kissing me on the cheek, then the jaw, and
down my neck. I knew where she was going, and I grew
tense again. Her lips moved down my chest, until they
reached my cleavage. I began to shiver slightly. I'm
not sure why really. It didn't tickle, or give me the
willies. I guess maybe it was just happening too fast.
I felt her soft lips on my skin, playing around in
between my breasts. She slowly started kissing her way
up the crest of one of them, and I felt her start to
shiver to. When her tongue reached the nipple, my
shivering became an uncontrollable trembling.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"You mean besides the fact that my best friend has her
tongue down my shirt?" I smiled weakly.
"Do you want me to stop?" She asked quietly.
"Um..." I tried to think of a way to say yes without
actually saying it. "Um..."
Jackie knew what I wanted to say, so she pulled me up
on the couch before I could say it. She straddled me
and took a deep breath, preparing her argument.
"Kory I... consider you to be my best friend... and, I
mean, I can talk with you about things that I don't
think I could ever tell Orlando... you know, other
guys, and sex, menstruating, my fantasies, you know...
girl talk."
I nodded slightly, glad to let her do all the talking.
"Well, there are some of my fantasies that I haven't
told you about..." She swallowed. "But I guess I don't
have to now..." She laughed nervously. My silence was
uncomfortable, so I laughed too.
"I mean," she continued, "if I can do all that with
you, why can't I do... other things?"
"Because... it's gross?"
"Gross..." She looked for the right words. "...is
learned, and it can be unlearned, right?"
I didn't want to answer her, because I knew she was
right, but I couldn't say nothing. "Well... I...
guess."
She cupped my head in her hands and looked me in the
eyes.
"Kory... will you... un-learn gross with me?"
My throat tightened slightly. It was a yes or no
question, but it wasn't that simple. While I agonized
for the nicest way to say no, Jackie slowly leaned in
for another kiss. I tried to turn away, but her lips
found mine anyway.
There was no tension in my body. I was still a little
uncomfortable with it, but even with my eyes open, it
felt only slightly odd. It seemed her little confession
to me had softened my resolve somewhat. My mind raced
for something to say: I wasn't going to say yes, but
something, somewhere in the back of my mind didn't want
to say no. I guess it was that little part of me that I
was always afraid of. I felt Jackie begin to knead my
breasts, so gently that it didn't seem obtrusive.
I started to think about Cid, and his constant jokes
about how I should become bi, so he could watch me and
my girlfriend get nasty together, and, of course, join
us. And I thought of my fantasies, getting drunk at a
party and waking up the next morning in bed with
another woman, or waking up to find that Jackie had
snuck into my room and tied me down and gagged me so
she could have her way with me.
"Jackie?" She stopped. "Tell me about your fantasies."
She looked at me for a moment, then settled down on my
lap. "Ho boy, um, well, I've fantasized about being
woken up by you climbing into my bed..." She stopped
for a moment, not sure if she wanted to confess her
devious little fantasies to me. "...and, um you
basically do to me what I'm doing to you."
"What," I interrupted. "Um, made you do this?"
"Um, I guess I got tired of waiting and hoping that you
eventually would, um, you know, make the first move." I
watched her closely as she fidgeted slightly. "Plus
Orlando didn't, you know..." I stared at her. "He
didn't, you know, completely satisfy me." I smiled
slightly, knowing exactly what she meant. "I mean, he
did, but just not... enough."
I smiled. "Yeah, I know what you mean. So you decided
to seek satisfaction elsewhere?"
"Well it's not just that, I mean, I've kind of always
wanted to be... intimate with you." Her voice faltered
slightly. I guess it was easier to do it than it was to
articulate it. "Not just sexual either, just...
cuddly."
We looked at each other for a long time while we
thought our little thoughts, wondering what the other
one was thinking, and what would happen next.
After a few more moments of uncomfortable silence,
Jackie finally spoke. "You're not... mad at me, for
doing this, are you?"
I tried to think of something sarcastic to say, but I
couldn't, so I spoke honestly. "No... mad isn't the
right word, more like, um, well I guess shocked. I
never seriously imagined myself doing this... but no,
I'm not mad at you." She smiled shyly, stroking my dark
hair.
"Besides, I've... had fantasies, um, about this too."
Jackie stared at me, her expression a mixture of
surprise and knowing. I thought of all the things that
she had said, about being intimate, about hugging and
cuddling, being with me to compensate for Orlando's
lack of endurance. She quietly played with my body
while I thought, gently kissing and kneading, evidently
out of things to say.
I tried to think of the advantages to accepting
Jackie's offer. As a woman, Jackie would know all the
right places to touch, would probably want to do it
more than once in a row, and would be more sensitive to
my needs as a woman. I lost my train of thought for a
second, realizing just how casually I was thinking
about things that would have given me the willies just
twenty minutes ago. I also realized the fact that my
roommate was sitting on my lap, kissing me and fondling
my breasts, and it didn't bother me hardly at all.
"Jackie." I took her playful hands in mine. She stopped
and looked into my eyes. "I will... un-learn gross with
you." I couldn't believe I had said it. I stared at
Jackie for a tense moment, until she collapsed against
me, sobbing quietly on my shoulder. It was far from the
reaction that I had expected. I thought that she'd give
me a long deep kiss or something, but not this.
"Jackie? Are you ok?" I stroked her hair, not really
knowing what else to do.
"Yes." She sniffed and took her head off my shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm ok. It's just that..."
"What?"
"It's just that, working up the nerve to actually... do
this."
She was trembling slightly. "It's the hardest thing
I've ever done." She went to wipe a tear from her
cheek. I stopped her and did it myself. She looked into
my eyes, and slowly leaned in for a kiss. I met her
halfway and kissed her passionately. It was strange,
now that I had committed to doing it, it didn't feel
awkward at all, in fact, it was strangely arousing.
Apparently Jackie thought so to, and returned my kisses
fiercely. She moved her hands back to my breasts,
kneading them and paying expert attention to the
nipples. I slid my hand under her shirt, reaching for
her breasts. She inhaled sharply when my hands reached
them, increasing the fierceness of her kisses. We were
quickly caught up in an escalating whirlwind of
passion, not just from the physical stimulation, but
mostly from the fact that we were 'breaking the rules'
as given to us by society, as well as living out a
fantasy or two.
As exciting as I found it, Jackie was still a little
more exploratory than I was. She hooked a finger into
Cid's boxer shorts and pulled them open slightly. I
stopped kissing her and stared her in the eye. She
looked at me questioningly, her hand hovering above my
stomach. I wasn't sure if I was ready to go so far so
fast, but I nodded, with just enough reservation on my
face to let her know to go slowly. My breathing
quickened as she slid her hand down my abdomen. She
stopped just short and widened her eyes slightly.
"You shave?" She giggled.
I laughed nervously. "Um, yeah. Actually, I nair."
"Did you do it for Cid?" She started sliding her hand
down further.
"Yeah, he says it totally turns him on. You know, most
porno stars shave, and..." I stopped mid sentence as
her fingers felt in between my legs. Two sensations hit
me at the same time. One was a cold chill, the kind you
get when something really scares you. The other was the
sort of shiver that I have a tendency to get when I'm
in an elevator and it drops suddenly.
As far her touch, well, let me just say that it was
obvious that she had had some practice at this. Little
muscles in my body started to contract involuntarily as
her fingers moved around in my soft folds. I felt the
pleasure building, but I found that I couldn't look
Jackie in the eye while she was doing it.
I grabbed her hand. "I'm sorry, Jackie... It's too
fast." She nodded and withdrew her hand. "Maybe next
time?" I suggested.
She smiled. "So there will be a next time?"
I looked at her shyly. "Yes. Definitely."
She gave me a long deep kiss while we fondled each
other.
"Kory, I'd like to stay and cuddle, but..."
"You're too aroused?" I said, pinching her hard little
nipples.
"Yeah, I'd guess that you are too?" She returned the
pinch.
I nodded. "I'm gonna go kick my man outta bed and make
him earn my affections."
She smiled. "Me too."
We kissed one last time before moving back our rooms.
Jackie gave me a slap on the butt as I turned into my
room. I went to retaliate, but she put her hand over my
mouth and whispered into my ear, "Next time, you get to
be the man." She gave me a wet willie with her tongue
and dove into her room before I could get to her.
I walked into my room with my pinky in my ear, trying
to squish out the moisture, thinking of some way to get
her back. Cid was asleep on my bed, so I very carefully
eased my way in next to him. I started to call his
name, but decided instead to wake him in a way that I
had always wanted to. I slid my hand down his lean
stomach and gently grabbed his 'womanpleaser' and
slowly began massaging it. He stirred slightly in his
sleep.
Obviously his dream had taken a turn for the better. It
hardened slightly, and I wrapped my mouth around it,
sucking lightly at first, then harder. Either he was
going to wake up, or he was going to have one hell of a
wet dream. He stirred more, tossed his head a bit, then
snapped his eyes open.
He sat up in bed, looking at me. "Wh-what?" He blinked,
trying to figure out whether he was still dreaming or
not. I moved my mouth from his semi-erection to his
lips. I pushed him down onto the bed and said, "Service
me wench." He blinked a few more times before smiling
broadly.
"I wish my alarm clock would wake me the same way." We
both laughed for a little bit, then I got serious.
"Cid, I have a confession to make." He looked at me for
a second with a 'what' on his face. "I just... um,
cheated on you." His expression wasn't quite what I
expected. I didn't think he'd take me seriously, but
his expression was something like, anticipation.
"With Orlando?"
"No, with... Jackie." He got an incredibly stupid grin
on his face.
"Really?" He laughed. "You're serious?"
I felt him growing erect against my leg. I nodded,
smiling shyly. He whipped his shorts off of me and
rolled in between my legs.
"God DAMNIT that turns me on!"
I couldn't imagine why, after all, he personally didn't
get anything out of it, but I didn't complain, 'cause
he was unbuttoning my shirt and kissing by breasts. He
started biting my neck, which always turned me on, I
guess mostly cause it tickled.
I shuddered, and put my arms around him. I cupped his
jaw in my hands and pulled him up for a kiss. We gently
licked each others tongues, but Cid didn't waste any
time, and I soon felt his fingers in between my legs. I
felt him spread me open slightly as he guided himself
inside me. It hurt for a second, and I tried not to let
it show, but he must have felt me tense up or
something, because he whispered a sorry in my ear.
I kissed him once and looked into his eyes. "Don't be."
I said sternly. We kept our eyes locked, and kissed
again. He pushed himself the rest of the way into me,
and I grabbed his butt and held him tightly against me.
I kept him there for a moment, concentrating on the
pressure and the pleasure that having him inside me
generated. It was a little ritual of mine that Cid put
up with for the most part, and he passed the time
kissing me and biting my neck. He knew I was done when
I moved my hands from his butt to his chest and gave
him a little push. He smiled and responded by starting
a rhythmic thrusting, slowly at first, but he quickly
picked up the pace.
We enjoyed each other for a while, and then we began
hearing Jackie's loud squealing from the other room. We
looked at each other and snickered.
"I wonder what he does to her to make her react like
that?" I murmured breathlessly.
"Yeah, I wish I knew," he replied.
"Oh? Why's that?" I stroked his chest as he shifted
slightly on top of me.
"Well," he said, with a coy smile on his face, "I'd
like it if my partner reacted like that..."
I smiled at him understandingly, then closed my eyes
and started to really concentrate on the pleasure in
between us. I rolled my head back on the pillow and
tried to vocalize it. I started by breathing especially
heavy and letting a few "Oh's" and "Yeah's" escape my
lips. I felt Cid's lips on mine, then his breath in my
ear.
"God I love you... do it louder."
I complied, and threw a few "God's" and "Baby's" in. I
arched my back and raked his chest, and even though I
used my fingernails, he seemed to really dig it, so I
let myself go wild. I squealed and spasmed, and
generally flopped around a lot. I heard him laughing
slightly at my overacting, but I could tell by the
strain in his voice that he was going to come soon. I
grabbed his butt again and pulled him deeply into me.
He thrust madly for a moment, then put all his weight
into one last thrust as he came inside me. He pushed
too hard and it hurt, but in a good way.
Suddenly my thoughts went back to when I was a little
girl and I found out for the fist time exactly how sex
worked. I remember thinking that the idea of the boy
putting his penis in my vagina was strange and kind of
yucky, but when I found out that the boy actually
squirted some gooey stuff inside me, I swore I would
die a virgin.
I looked up at Cid as he spasmed his last few drops
into me and suddenly felt especially affectionate for
him. I kissed him wetly as he breathed hotly into my
mouth.
"That... was fantastic." He gasped. "You should be loud
more often" He set his weight down on me as he slowed.
"Don't you dare stop!" I demanded. I was far too
aroused from all that had happened that night to settle
for just knowing that I had pleased him.
"You've got to be kidding!" I was about to get angry
with him when he continued. "You tell me that you got
nasty with your best friend and you think I'm going to
stop?!" He grabbed my legs from behind his back and
pushed them over my head. "Grab your ankles." He said
with a large grin on his face. I complied, somewhat
wide eyed.
Even though Cid was pretty good at saving up some
energy for another go, he usually still needed a few
minutes to rest, but apparently not tonight. He stood
over me and thrust downward. I squealed for real as he
bore into me with the vigor of a jack hammer. I came
very quickly and so hard that I accidentally spit on
myself. Well, it was a little more like drool with
propulsion, but the effect was the same.
I don't know whether it was the little bit of bi-
sexual news he had just received, or if it was just
energy recuperated from his nap, but he pleasured me
three more times that night. After his third orgasm, I
was sore, (and not just in my muscles), and utterly
exhausted. He wanted to keep going, but I kicked him
off of me and rolled over.
Just as I was falling asleep, I heard him mutter, "Just
like a woman, no endurance."
END
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