What Friends Are For (2 page)

Janet nodded. “It’s okay.” However, she noted that her
fingers had come away wet. She leaned forward, back into the kiss. Her other
hand, meanwhile, continued to sneak upward under the tank-top. She brushed them
up and down Megan’s side and out of the corner of her eye, noticed her nipples
pushing against the fabric of her shirt. She wanted to touch it.

She slid her hand upward, touching the soft flesh of the
bottom of Megan’s boob. She began to cup it, but Megan grabbed her by the
wrist, and breathed against her mouth, “Not yet, it’s too much.”

Janet fought her grip, but Megan firmly denied further
advances. “You have to trust me,” Janet said, “He’s going to want to touch you
too. Everywhere.”

“I know,” Megan admitted, “I don’t know, I’m just not
comfortable.”

“You’ve got to relax more,” Janet said, “Go with it. Maybe
touch me.”

“Can’t we just kiss?”

Janet laughed. “Let’s get undressed first.”

If possible, Megan’s eyes got wider, and her cheeks redder.
“I’m not wearing any panties.”

“I noticed. There’s less to take off, anyway.”

“But, shouldn’t we maybe have something on?”

“Absolutely not.”

Janet stood up. “I’m going to strip for you,” she said, and
grabbed her shirt, peeling it slowly off, lifting it over her head, and tossed
it aside. She cupped her breasts through her bra, smiling at Megan and that
look of shock painted on her face. “Don’t you dare look away,” she warned, as
Megan’s eyes darted about the room. She slid a bra strap down, letting her own
fingers stroke her shoulder, slowly pulling the strap down lower until the bra
barely hid her nipple.

Megan sucked in on her bottom lip, hands cupped to her own
chin as she watched. Janet reached back, undoing the bra clasp, and held the
bra to her breasts for but a second more, threw it aside, to join her shirt
across the room, on the floor. She cupped a breast, lifted it to her mouth, and
ran her tongue over the nipple, never taking her eyes off of Megan’s.

Next her hands slid down, delighting in the feel of her own
skin, down over her hips, to her shorts. She unbuttoned her shorts, and with a
wiggle, let them fall to her ankles, leaving her standing there in nothing but
her panties. Smiling, she slowly slid them down, bending over so that her
breasts hung heavily and free, and in full glory for Megan to see.

She stepped out of the pile of clothes and extended her
hands to Megan. “Your turn,” she said.

“Oh god,” Megan said, “I don’t’ know…”

“You have to,” Janet said, “You can’t let me do this by
myself. You agreed. And no one else is here.”

Megan stood up, hesitantly, awkwardly.  She lifted the
tank-top off, revealing her small perky breasts, with nipples fully taut. She
quickly unhooked her shorts which she removed with slightly more difficulty;
they hugged her ass and hips way too tightly. Janet couldn’t imagine anyone
looking and feeling any more awkward, and she couldn’t help but smile. Megan
covered her tiny boobs with an arm, and her pussy with a hand.

Janet stepped forward, grabbing her friend’s hands and
pulled her forward until their chests touched. Her body felt deliciously warm,
radiating heat, and suddenly Janet wanted to feel it against her own. “Why
Megan,” she said, “You’re blushing!”

“I can’t believe that we’re doing this,” She said.

Janet slid a hand into Megan’s hair and pulled her head close,
their lips nearly touching. “I told you, there’s nothing wrong here. Everything
we’re doing will never be mentioned again. It’s just practice.”

She pulled Megan’s mouth to her own, sliding her tongue into
her mouth. Her hands slid down Megan’s back coming to her ass. She gripped it
firmly, squeezing her tight cheeks.

“I want to ask you something,” Janet said, “You are
beautiful. I want to pleasure you. Will you let me?”

“I don’t know,” Megan said, breathing heavily.

“I’m doing something really big for you. I’m going to sleep
with your boyfriend tomorrow. Let me pleasure you. It’s not a big thing, and
you’ll still be a virgin. Let me show you that there’s nothing about your body
to be ashamed of.”

“But…”

“You have to let me do this. What I’m doing for you is so
much bigger. You owe me!”

Janet stared into Megan’s big brown eyes. The poor girl was
scared of her own sexuality. She didn’t mean to bully her, but she couldn’t
just let Megan run away from it. The poor girl would be a spinster her entire
life! She would not let that happen.

And thankfully, Megan nodded. “What do I do?”

“Just have fun. And no more pushing my hands away. You’ll
have to trust me, and just let me enjoy you.”

Janet leaned in to Megan, bringing her lips to her neck. She
started off by kissing her lightly, smiling to herself as Megan let out a soft,
quivering moan. She lingered at the base of the neckline, tracing her collar
bone with her tongue, and relishing the shiver it brought to Megan.

Janet slid an arm behind Megan, forcing her to arch her
back, bringing forward those beautiful little breasts, and sucked a nipple into
her mouth. For a brief moment, Megan tried to push her away, but Janet slapped
the hand away and fixed her with a stern stare, before returning to the nipple.

She teased it lightly with her tongue, circling it and
sucking it in, tugging on it gently with her teeth. Megan gasped, the sound
sending a thrill through Janet’s body. Megan’s hands grabbed the back of
Janet’s head, her fingers sliding into her hair, holding her face against her
breast. Janet’s hands explored down, until they came to Megan’s firm ass, and
squeezed them.

Janet pulled away and guided Megan to the floor and her soft
carpet. Megan looked radiant; her long brown hair framed her face with those
large brown eyes, and her cheeks flushed red with what Janet hoped had now
become desire.  She wondered what this meant for their friendship, if she were
putting it all at risk. But Megan had changed things when she’d made her
proposal this morning; their friendship had already changed.

She knelt down next to Megan, pushing the girl lightly back
into a reclined position and positioned herself between her knees. Megan
watched intently, all the while lightly biting her bottom lip. Janet’s hands
slid down Megan’s thighs until they came to her pussy. She parted the pussy
lips with her fingers, teasing Megan’s clit with the tip of a finger.

With that first touch, Megan gasped sharply. “Oh my god!”
she gasped, “I can’t believe we’re doing this!”

Janet just smiled. A trickle of pussy juice escaped from
Megan’s cunt, running down her perineum to her ass. She slid a finger into the
pussy, just a tip, bringing a soft cry out from Megan. She brought her dripping
finger out, using it to lube the clit further. She had to be gentle, she didn’t
want to pop Megan’s cherry.

She paused to look at Megan’s pussy. She’d never seen one up
close before, only her own, and the closest with a mirror. This was something
no man could ever understand… a simple secret place that needed love, extra
attention, but linked to the whole. It responded to the neck, her eyes, her
lips, the breast, sometimes even her feet. You couldn’t just force it to bring
a girl to orgasm; it needed gentle guidance, diligence, and just the right
touch. Who would understand that better than another woman?

Sometimes, when she masturbated, Janet would taste her
fingers. At first she felt dirty, but soon realized that it didn’t matter, it
was as private as the masturbation. And, a bit shockingly, she liked the taste.
Would Megan’s cunt taste the same? Suddenly she wanted to find out.

She lowered her mouth to the pussy, kissing the opening as
though it were a mouth. Megan’s eyes grew impossibly wider. Her lips felt the
soft touch of her labia, not tasting, not yet.

Using her fingers, she spread the pussy open, still
delivering sweet tender kisses, but now inside the folds. Then Megan’s hands
were in her hair, gripping her by the back of her head, pushing Janet’s face
hard into her pussy. Janet obliged by sliding her tongue into Megan’s cunt.

She licked deeply into Megan, tasting her sweet juices. And
oh yes, there was a difference! How could she even express it? Megan’s twat
reminded her of endless summers, juices that hinted of spending hours in a
bathing suit by a private pool, Megan’s own personal scent, her pheromones,
trapped in delicious drops that now flowed freely from her most private place. Oh
she was so wet! She felt it dripping from her chin. She ran long slow strokes
with her tongue from the base of her cunt to the clit, each lick eliciting
either a moan or a gasp from Megan. Suddenly she never felt so close to her
friend, never knew her so well. And her own body responded in kind.

She moved up to the clitoris, swollen and wet. She sucked it
into her mouth, feeling it’s firmness with her tongue, and teased it, with
quick flicks of her tongue. Then Megan’s hands pushed against her forehead.

“Stop,” Megan cried, “Please stop!”

Janet pulled back her head. “Are you sure?”

“I think I was about to lose control or something,” she
said, “It’s too much!”

“It’s okay if you want to, you’re about to have an orgasm.”

Megan leaned up on her elbows. “I don’t know if I can handle
it!” Then she saw Janet’s face, and giggled. “Oh god, you’re a mess!”

Janet couldn’t help but laugh, and licked her lips. “It’s
okay, babe.  I love it! But let me give you an orgasm, you’ll like it, I
swear.”

Hesitantly, Megan nodded.

She lowered her mouth back to Megan’s clit, feeling Megan’s
eyes follow her. She pressed her face fully against her friend’s cunt, her
tongue and lips working the clitoris, her chin gently pushing against her
pussy. Now Megan’s hips showed her what she wanted, gave her the rhythm to
match, her mouth in time with the rise and fall of her best friend’s hips.

The heat in the pussy juices built.
She must be cumming
,
Janet thought,
I’m making my best friend cum!
 

The thought hung in the back of her mind for but a second.
Suddenly Megan’s hips thrust and quivered, pulsating, and a rush of juice
poured into her mouth and down her face. She pulled back, watching Megan’s hips
continue to thrust, shooting her pussy juices now across Janet’s chin and neck.

It took a while, but Megan’s body finally settled down. Her
skin blushed from head to toe, and she covered her face with her hands, all the
while moaning, “Oooooohhhh gaaawwwwdd!”

Janet looked herself over. Megan’s cum ran down her torso as
though she’d been splashed with a glass of water. Her blond hair was plastered
with it to her shoulders and the top of her chest.

Megan sat up, looking at her in embarrassed horror. “Oh my
god,” she said, “I pissed all over you!”

“No you didn’t,” she replied, “You squirted. It’s your
orgasm. It’s not pee.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Janet laughed. Silly girl! “It’s okay! It’s wonderful!
Everything is wonderful!” She stretched out next to Megan on the carpet,
leaning her head on her hand, looking down at her best friend. “Did you like
it?”

 A slow smile slowly worked its way onto Megan’s face,
though the redness didn’t fade. “It was incredible!”

Janet matched her smile. “You know what? I bet there’s more
where that came from.”

She darted back to the pussy and Megan squealed, giggling in
delight, wrapping her legs over Janet’s shoulders.
I think I love her
,
Janet thought to herself, but she couldn’t say it aloud. But maybe it was okay;
maybe she could love her friend this much.

The two of them didn’t get much sleep that night.

PART 3

Watching and Learning

The following evening, Megan arrived at Mark’s house. She’d
chosen to wear a pair of denim shorts and a block baby-doll t-shirt that hugged
her torso suggestively. She hadn’t seen Mark in two days. He worked a lot, and,
well, last night it had been her that was a bit busier. That made her giggle.

She’d been busy alright.

Her best friend had given her sensations that she’d never
felt before! She hadn’t believed it was possible!
I wonder if it’ll be
possible like that with Mark? Is sex as wonderful as what Janet could do with
her lips?
Oh she hoped so.

But that brought up feelings of nervousness again. Janet
didn’t have a dick. She felt safer with her than with Mark. She enjoyed kissing
him, enjoyed his strong body, and feeling just a little bit helpless with that
much power holding her (thank God he was patient!); but Janet was so much the
opposite. Even though she had been firm, the softness of her body was such a
stark contrast! And she’d never expected anything more of Megan. She’d
pleasured her over and over again with her mouth.

Tonight, Megan wore panties. They felt like a line of
defense, even though she knew that they weren’t, really. But they were soaked
already. She felt how wet they were every time she moved. Worse, it wasn’t from
thinking about Mark at all. She kept thinking about Janet bringing her to
orgasm.

He greeted her before she could knock, throwing open the
door.

“Hi babe, I’ve missed you!” Mark pulled her in for a hug,
and she wrapped her arms about him, resting her head against his hard chest.
Though she wasn’t exactly short, he stood 6 foot 3, and she only came to his
chin. His dark brown hair he grew slightly long, though it didn’t quite reach
his shoulders. It looked like it had been a day since he last shaved, and she
couldn’t help but wonder what that chin would feel like against her pussy.

“I’ve missed you too,” she said.

“So, are we still going through with this?” he asked. He
stepped aside, letting her in. Mark had a good job and he already owned his own
home, a place he took good care of, and his pride in it showed. Still, it felt
like a man-cave. It lacked a woman’s touch. She didn’t want to move in with him
until marriage came up.