by Nikkie Janes
Hi, my name is Nikkie. I’m twenty-nine years old, five foot two and a half inches tall. Brown hair cut in a pixie style to complement my elfin face. Green eyes. A petite figure that, although small, is very well proportioned, with 32B boobs, that because of my small frame appear larger than they actually are. Boyishly narrow hips, firm arse and slim, shapely legs.
My best friend Mel is the total opposite to me in looks. She towers over me at five feet seven inches, and has a gorgeous 36C-23-35 figure. Blonde hair cut long to her shoulders, and mesmeric pale blue eyes.
We’ve been friends for over ten years now, ever since we started working at the same office when we were both eighteen. Mel is happily married to John, whilst I’m just coming out of a mid-length relationship that wasn’t good for me. I’ve taken it hard, but now I’m getting over it. We do so much together and tell each other everything, and I do mean everything.
Now, this is where the classic girl on girl scenario comes in. It seems that every story I’ve read has the two girls having a glass or two of wine and then getting into some action, well for me, and Mel it was no different.
It was one of those rare English summers when it had been hot and sunny for weeks. Manchester was melting in a heatwave, so I’d taken a week off work to finally get over Paul and work on my tan. I was laying on a lounger in the sun, contemplating a glass of chilled wine to accompany the light salad I was planning on having for lunch. That was when the doorbell rang, and there was Mel. She had come over for a chat. Mel went through to the garden as I opened a bottle of wine and took two glasses out for us.
When I joined Mel, she’d picked up the book I was reading. It was a battered, old paperback copy of “Women on Top” that I had picked up at a bookstall a few weeks ago. I was skimming my way through it in no particular order, and today it was open at the section “Women with Women.”
“Didn’t know you were into girls?” Mel said in a teasing voice.
“I’m not,” I said blushing a deep red, as some of the stories had got my juices flowing and created an interest in me. “I’m just skimming, that was the section I opened this morning.” I tried to explain.
“Oh yeah…” Mel went looking at me funnily “It’s okay to admit it, you won’t shock me.”
Now it was my time to be shocked by her next comment.
“Well, I have been interested in trying a girl for a while now. Just for a change, something new.”
That was a bolt out of the blue. As she hadn’t said anything about this before, and as I said, we share everything with each other.
“Oh, what are you interested in, and who? Aren’t you and John happy?” I asked my curiosity piqued, but in some ways fearing the answer she may give me.
“Nothing in particular, and everything. I’ve no idea really. An inkling that it would be fun to be with another woman. John and I are fine. It’s just a sexy idea and a fantasy.”
“You really mean that?” I asked her.
“Well every girl has at some stage, hasn’t she? It’s natural, like having a schoolgirl crush on that sexy teacher, or your friends’ dad, or something like that.”
“There were no sexy teachers at my school.” I replied, “hang on, do you mean male or female teachers?”
“Either or both.”
By this time we’d finished the wine, well we’re both northern girls so tend not to sip our drinks. I went into the kitchen to get another bottle. That was okay, as Mel only lived a few doors from me and had walked over. In fact, it was Mel and John who had told me about this house at the end of the Cul-de-Sac. I was very lucky to get it. It had needed some renovation, and that was where I met my builder and ex Paul. He’d done a great job on the renovation, and an even better job on dismantling me.
When I got back to the garden, Mel had stripped her top off and was lying on the rug, in her bra, and short shorts, the cheeks of her arse were clearly in view. I have to admit she looked good from the angle I was looking from. She’d picked up the book again and was reading a passage intently.
“If you look at that book any harder your eyes are going to pop out.” I teased her.
“Hey, it’s your book, but some of these stories are pretty hot.”
I looked at Mel and could see she was getting worked up from what she was reading. Some of the revelations had had the same effect on me.
I joined Mel on the rug, and we each had another glass of wine. As I say, northern girls, big glasses. All the time, reading passages from the book aloud to each other. Both of us were getting turned on, squirming when we reached a section that excited or stimulated us. We were getting more and more skin contact. I was in a new black bikini, that was minuscule. I don’t think I would have dared to have worn it on the beach, only in the privacy of my garden which is totally private, and not overlooked.
As I said, we were repeatedly making contact with each other. Mel suddenly turned to me, saying, “I’m horny, do you fancy trying it together?” Looking deeply into my eyes.
“What about John?” I asked.
“He’s not going to know, and it’s not like I’m having an affair or a quick fling with another man. He’ll not mind, any man gets turned on by the thought of his wife having sex with another sexy female. Standard male fantasy number one. And Nikkie you are sexy.”
“Yeah, and then he finds out and wants us to put on a show for him or join in,” I retorted. “Male fantasies two and three.”
“We’ll have to make sure he doesn’t find out then won’t we.” With that, Mel kissed me.
A long, slow, soft placing of her lips on mine. I stiffened with shock and apprehension at first. Instead of freaking me out, it seemed so natural. I relaxed and began to kiss her back. Her kisses tasted honey sweet. I got just a trace of the wine we were drinking, and her pink lipstick. Finally, Mel broke the kiss. Even though I didn’t want to, looked at me and smiled. “Oh God, that was nice. Why don’t men kiss like girls?”
I didn’t answer Mel with words, just drew her head to me and kissed her again. This time with more force and dominance. I pushed my tongue between her lips. She responded, by twirling her tongue with mine so that in the end, they seemed to be fighting with each other, for superiority, and control.
This time I broke the kiss, pushed Mel onto her back, knelt up beside her and began to run my hands over her body. I’d made a decision in my mind the moment Mel had kissed me, we were going to make love! I wasn’t tentative with her. I pushed my hands under her bra and began to play with her boobs at once. As I cupped them, I felt her nipples stiffen, so I pulled on them and rolled them in my fingers. A soft moan escaped from Mel’s mouth.
“Oh, that feels good.”
I lifted her up from the rug just enough to get her bra off to allow me to play with her tits more. I pushed her down onto her back again, and returned to kissing her, This time more gently, as continued playing with her boobs, teasing her nipples with my fingers. With all this kissing and playing with Mel’s boobs, I felt myself getting wet, and she hadn’t even touched me yet.
I started to drop my kisses down her body, firstly I kissed her ear and nibbled gently on it. From her response, she liked that just as much as I do. I ran my kisses down her neck, stopping to lick at the junction of her neck and shoulder, before continuing down her shoulders and top of her breast until I reached her left boob.
I licked all around it, kissing it occasionally as I went, I took the nipple into my mouth, sucking gently on it. Quickly increasing the pressure and rolling my tongue over it. My other hand was firmly kneading Mel’s right boob. She was going wild, moaning and groaning. I switched boobs so that my mouth was on the right one and my hand playing with the left. A thought came to me. If she’s this excited with just a few kisses and playing with her boobs, what will it be like when I get to her pussy?
Then it hit me, I was going to have sex with Mel, and I was going to lick and touch her pussy. I’d never had thoughts of doing that with any woman before.
Mel looked up at me with glazed eyes but alarmed at my sudden stopping.
“What’s up! Why have you stopped?”
“I’ve just realised what we are doing and where it leads,” I replied.
“Do you want to stop? Please don’t say yes, I couldn’t stand that.”
“I’m not stopping, I have to see this through,” I said.
“Oh, thank God for that. Do you want to go inside?” asked Mel.
“No, I want to stay out here, no one can see us.” With that answer, Mel pulled me to her, and we began kissing again. Mel flipped us over so that now she was on top and got my bikini top off bearing my small but perky boobs to her view.
“Those are so nice,” she said, which whilst true, was unexpected. We had seen each other’s boobs plenty of times before when trying on clothes and she’d never commented on them before.
Mel didn’t tease me with kisses, she just latched her lips firmly onto my right nipple and began to suck it into her mouth, really hard and deeply, as if she were suckling on me. The sensation was unbelievable. I knew I was wet before, but I was really sopping now. My pussy was tingling and twitching. Mel repeated what she had done on my right boob, that sent me even higher. She started to kiss down my body, feather-light touches, tickling and teasing all the way. Down and down, not stopping, until she reached my bikini bottom which was little more than a scrap of cloth just covering my mound. As she undid the tie strings at the side, I arched my back so that she could slide the whole thing off.
My lightly furred pussy, with dark, obviously swollen outer lips, was exposed to her view. Mel stopped, and didn’t do anything, she was simply staring at my most intimate part. The first time a woman has done that in the way that Mel was.
Mel moved off me slightly and got out of her shorts and sexy little panties. I was disappointed as I’d wanted to strip them off her, no rip them off her. Mel regained her position on top of me, but this time her legs were straddling mine, I could feel her hot, wet pussy rubbing gently on my thighs.
Mel dropped her head, and for the first time in my life, I felt a woman’s tongue on my most intimate part. At first, she licked just outside my pussy, teasing me and building my anticipation. Then, Mel worked her mouth nearer and licked me from bottom to top and then back down again on my outer lips. She kept doing this for what seemed like forever. Then her tongue extended and pushed deep into my pussy, going as deep as she could, running up and down my slit as before. She opened my pussy with her fingers so that my hole was available for her and sank her fiery hot tongue deep into me, it felt heavenly. So deep and intimate.
She swirled her tongue deep in my pussy. “OH GOD,” I screamed, as I grabbed hold of Mel’s lustrous blonde locks and pinned her face on my pussy, forcing her to lick me even harder than she had been doing. I kept her pinned there for what seemed like an eternity, and felt my orgasm begin to build, I didn’t want to cum yet, so pushed Mel away from me.
I pulled Mel up my body by her hair. I was gripping it so tightly she had no other choice but to do what I wanted. When we were face to face, I kissed her hard, tasting my own juices on her lips. Nice! Now I wanted to taste her.
I told her to straddle my chest and sit her pussy onto my face. She got her legs either side of my shoulders, so her pussy was directly in front of my eager lips. Opening herself so I could see the delicate coral pink of her core, she slowly, temptingly pushed her cunt against my face. My first taste of pussy, from the taste and feel I hoped it wouldn’t be the last. At least not of Mel’s.
As Mel had done with me, I started by slowly licking her with light, gentle strokes running up and down the length of her lips. Then I pushed my tongue into her, running it deeply, as deep as I could. Surprisingly, Mel hadn’t found my clit when she was pleasing me. Maybe I had stopped her before she could. I had no trouble finding hers, it was protruding from her lips hard and engorged. I sucked it into my mouth in one lustful motion. This time it was Mel’s turn to scream. I’m glad my house isn’t overlooked!!!
Mel had one hand on her exquisite boobs, and had got the other behind her to play with my clit, which is smaller than hers. She had found my nipple and was pinching it hard. She was really hurting me, but somehow it was pleasurable and was turning me on again.
I continued to suck on Mel’s clit for a while, all the time feeling her excitement build. I wasn’t going to let her cum that quickly, I wanted just a bit more. So I stopped licking her, and we changed positions again. We got into my favourite position sixty-nine with me on top. Well, it is the best position for oral sex. As we did so, we smiled at each other as I said, “No stopping now, we’re going to finish.”
We got into a nice natural rhythm going, teasing each other, building the intensity and then easing it back. I inserted a finger into Mel’s wet and accepting pussy and felt her clench down tight as I moved it around, rotating it in her.
“Oh God, John doesn’t do that! It’s fantastic, so simple but oh GOD,” moaned Mel and I knew she was close to cumming.
My own orgasm was building, as I felt a warm glow spread from deep in the core of my being. I pushed my pussy hard onto Mel’s mouth, not wanting love now, just hard sex as I reached my climax. At the same time, I fingered Mel even harder, and sucked her clit deep into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue where I could. Mel shuddered, spasmed and came on my face and hand. Her sweet, sweet, juices flooding into my mouth. It was such a beautiful moment. So pure in its being.
Mel, to her credit, didn’t stop pleasuring me as she came but seemed to increase her licking of me. She still hadn’t touched my clit, then wow! She stuck her tongue out and flicked it once. A jolt of electricity shot through me as though I had been plugged into the mains. One-touch on my clit was all it took, and I hit the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I ground my hips hard against Mel’s face as she put her hands on my arse and pulled me onto her, holding me tight, drinking my flowing juices deep, not spilling a drop.
We were both spent and sated. I eased off Mel, and slowly crawled up so that we were face to face and we kissed gently, in that post-coital glow we were enjoying. We lay next to each other in the hot sun and fell asleep.
We slept for two hours. The wine and that beautiful sex had taken their toll. If anyone could have seen us, it would have been a glorious sight. Two naked, sexy women, lying together.
After we woke, we went to my bathroom and had a long warm shower together. Soaping each other’s bodies gently and lovingly. No intimate touching, just loving caresses. As I kissed Mel, under the running water, I asked, “What now? Was that a one-off, do we do this again?” dreading the answer either way.
“I don’t know” she replied honestly and worriedly.
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