A Terrible Event Brought Us Together And We Are Still Very Close

Some back story, I went to a small all girls religious school. In the 7th grade one of our classmates was r**ed and beaten up by a black guy who had been seen hanging around our school at end of school time. He was identified and sent to prison but I was the one who found my classmate behind the bleachers where she had been r**ed (I ran track).

I cleaned her up, as gently as I could, wiping her with my shirt and then taking her to the restroom where I used toilet paper holding it tight against her pussy. She didn't have any blood but she was obviously leaking his cum and at the time I didn't know what that was, I thought it was vaginal discharge. I washed her pussy with water and walked her home. It never crossed my mind to take her to the nurse, it was after school let out anyway. Back at her house, I examined her like a doctor, full on vaginal check but I didn't see anything bad.

When her mother came home we told her. And she took over after that. And got the guy sent to prison.

We remained very close, she liked having me hold my hand against her pussy and later when we got older slipping my middle finger in her vagina and pumping my finger in and out. I was fingering her but that's not what we were doing. She just wanted me to hold her pussy with my hand. We weren't incoherent about what we were doing, but we weren't doing it because we were messing around. It felt good to her and I wanted her to feel good and holding her pussy and fingering her was what she wanted.

I licked my finger one time and then fingered her some more and let her lick my finger. I just loved the smell of my finger after fingering her and the taste of her pussy on my finger. It was like push my finger in as far as it would go, pull it out suck on it and stick it back in. Sometimes I could get two fingers in and rest the palm of my hand on her clit and finger her until she went into an orgasm. We weren't just playing around, we were having hand sex and she was fingering me and getting me to have orgasms too. That's when we started kissing and rubbing our chests together and rubbing ourselves together and scissoring. We were having sex, real sex, naked and sweaty and mouth to mouth, pussy to pussy and tits to tits sex. By the time we graduated from the twelfth grade we had mastered all the positions we could find in the books on lesbian sex techniques.

All through college we remained lovers, we lived together the last two years and sometimes we missed class because we were in bed having sex. It wasn't just her, I wanted it just as bad as she did. I felt myself in class and liked rubbing myself against objects, bicycle seats, even the hard corners of a table. I didn't realize it then but I wanted to be fucked, I needed real penetration.

It wasn't until I was 29 that I had sex with a man. A man at work, a married man, an older man. Why I had sex with him I don't know, it just flowed and when he grabbed my pussy and didn't let go it was over. My friend eventually married a man because she wanted to have a family and they moved across state so we saw each other once in a while when she returned home to see her mother. I married an Engineer and have a little girl.

When she comes home we hug until we have to do something about it and we have sex in her childhood bedroom and bed. It's like a force and once we are close we just have to completely have sex before we can go about visiting and catching up on the kids and other things like girls do. We never talk about that day, we talk a lot about our days together growing up, but not that day. It's like why? What can it accomplish. She has her memory and I have mine. It brought us together in a way that nothing else probably could. And its that memory that I enjoy, those days when we were too young to understand and those days when we had figured it out and went down the lesbian rabbit hole. No regrets, I'd rather make love with her than anyone else, and she feels the same way. No one can take that away from us.