First Female Experience
About two years ago, I was suffering through a loss of a family member. It was tragic, surprising and extremely tough on me. My kids were all grown and I found myself in a home, a job and a life that seemed foreign. It seemed alone. This is when my best friend stepped in.
Corrie is my longest running friend. We met in high school and have been friends since. She, like me, is no longer married. She still has her kids in her house but obviously is at an age where her kids are self reliant.
It took a few long cries and some drinking lol for her to help me out if this funk I was so buried in. But one night, under the pretense of being thankful, I gave her a hug and a kiss. The kiss missed her cheek (awkward) and landed squarely on her lips. She froze. I froze. Our eyes met and we both went back for another kiss. My heart was beating out of my chest. My hands were shaking. My lips quivered as I opened them to welcome her tongue. The moment was new, adventurous and passionate. Then somehow, all of the stress went away…if only for a few minutes of this kissing.
Our kiss broke but our eyes never left the others. The chemicals between us had combined and made something different. I desired more. I hoped she did too. I leaned in, placed my shaking hand on her hip and kissed her again. My heart raging already, but now my pussy had been awoken from a nearly three year (self satisfying) slumber. The feels of a naturally wet pussy were there.
We kissed, we touched, we hugged, we giggled. We complimented each other. Our hard nipples pressed together with each embrace…that was a different thing for me….but then again, the whole thing was new and different.
Hands on hips, then on asses. The shirts came off. The leggings came off. The bra came off. There we stood in panties. To be clear, I have seen Corrie naked a hundred times, but not in this way. She was sexy, alluring, desirable. I wanted to touch every part of her.
We moved to my bedroom and found my king sized bed that has never been christened with sex yet. We laid head to foot and found each others panty covered mound. Sounds silly but mound is the perfect word. She was damp. She smelled delicious - musky and needy. I felt her breath on my own mound. I could not stop the involuntary movement to press my mound to her mouth as I had just done to her. She tasted good. I slid her panties to the side and pushed my face to her hairy pussy. Fuck! She was so warm and wet.
The day was spent in my bed. We were naked. The room smelled like sex. We even used some of my self satisfaction toys on each other. So many orgasms!!!
The day ended. As she left, I cried. So fucking silly right?
Since that day, she and I have been girlfriend and girlfriend and I love everything about it.
