My Lovely Best Friend

At school, my best friend and I used to play boyfriend girlfriend games. It started with just seeing what kissing felt like and then French kissing. During our teen years, we graduated to feeling others boobs pretending it was a boy doing it. Eventually, we started touching each other's pussies pretending that the fingers belonged to a future boyfriend.

Alcohol and sleepovers accelerated things. We ended up nude in bed, finger fucking each other to orgasm, and then the ultimate feeling of being eaten out. We never stopped pretending it was a boy doing these sexual things to each other, the word lesbian was never used, although it was a bisexual relationship.

My best friend broke my hymen, and took my virginity with a hairbrush; I returned the favour. We then became very curious about what we could insert into each other’s vaginas. Bananas, cucumbers, carrots, wine bottles and once even a hair spray can was used! Sleepover sixty nines became standard, and I fantasised about eating my friends pussy whilst daydreaming in class.

I once sat on my bed with my head out of my bedroom window, talking to my dad down in the garden. At the time, my friend was lying on the bed, and I was pantyless sitting on her face as she licked my pussy and clit.

When we were both feeling randy but couldn’t do anything about it, we would simply go to the loo and swap our panties. It felt brilliant knowing that my pussy was rubbing against the cloth my friends pussy had been rubbing against just moments before. Sometimes, I would go back to the loo alone and sniff the panties while still having her scent on them.

When we both started dating boys, both of us were disappointed by the physical aspects of the relationship, although this changed when we began having full-blown sex, which was terrific. Even when we had boyfriends, we would still have sex sessions during our sleepovers.

We are now both in our twenties and met up for lunch today. During lunch, my friend put her hand on my knee under the table cloth. It travelled up my leg and eventually found its way into my panties. We chatted shit during lunch as she finger fucked me to orgasm; it was so difficult to have a silent orgasm to not raise any suspicions with the other diners. My husband asked me if I’d enjoyed lunch when I got home, and I told him exactly what had happened. He always fucks me real hard when I recount my girl on girl experiences with my lovely friend.