Where it happened: my room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 1
Category: Straight
When I was 13, my (straight, female) best friend and I had a pretty intense, though clumsy, sexual encounter at a sleepover. We messed around once every month or two after that, and learned to get each other off, but we never had oral sex – when it came up, one of us would always back out for some reason or another. She enjoyed what we did physically, but didn’t share my feelings for her.
One November, my mom was in Vancouver, so there was no one at her house. My friend and I went over there, and she said she wanted to get drunk. I had a bottle of wine, and she drank over a third of it. I didn’t have any, although I don’t remember why. After a few minutes, huge amounts of sexual tension started building up, but she didn’t seem too happy about it, since she still had a boyfriend and felt really bad about cheating on him after what had happened that summer. I was feeling guilty because I really did want something to happen, but I felt like some sort of rapist getting her drunk and then seducing her (even though that wasn’t my original intention) when she had a boyfriend. However, my self-control failed me, and I finally just sort of clumsily grabbed her. We rolled around on my family room floor for about an hour, and so many things happened that I could never write them all down. She was so drunk that she had lost most of her inhibitions and would make really obvious comments about what I was doing to her. “YouÆre touching my tits! Wow, *IÆm* touching them too!” I liked hearing all that, although I would’ve been really embarrassed if she’d been sober – it somehow made the whole thing seem much more intense.
Anyway, after an hour of this, we were both topless and eager to do more. We went back into my room so we could be on the bed, since the carpet wasn’t too comfortable. At the last minute, she remembered she’d left her bra in the family room, so I retrieved it. We stripped off our remaining clothes (this was the first time our underwear had come off when we were together) and relaxed a little. I was lying on top of her with my head resting just below her breasts, stroking them and leisurely kissing her stomach. She kept saying “oh god, we’re gonna have sex…” in a nervous/excited tone of voice. I slowly started kissing down her body. I was really afraid IÆd be bad at it, so I was pretty nervous too, but eventually I got down between her legs and started kissing her upper thighs. I slid two fingers up inside her and started gently sucking on her while I slid my fingers in and out. Looking back on the whole thing, I can think of a lot of other stuff I wish IÆd done that would’ve made it better for her, but it was my first time and I was nervous, so I wussed out and just stuck to that basic setup. She seemed to like it, though û sheÆd press her legs together against my ears so that I couldnÆt hear her and was almost suffocating, although it was a very enjoyable kind of suffocation! (IÆm one of those people whoÆd rather give someone pleasure than receive it, so I was enjoying the whole thing immensely.) I was just starting to get a little braver when she announced that it was now ômy turnö, even though she hadnÆt come, since we didnÆt have much time. She then said that ôweÆre not going to driverÆs ed until you comeö, which simultaneously terrified me and just about made me faint from anticipation. I rolled over on my back, but I was very self-conscious, so she had to tell me to spread my legs more. She did the whole kissing down the body thing and started to explore between my legs with her tongue. I honestly couldnÆt tell you exactly what she did, but it felt incredibly nice. Just as I was starting to get over my self-consciousness and get into it, I heard ôHoney? ArenÆt you supposed to be at driverÆs ed?ö coming from the other room. My mom had come home early from Vancouver. “Shit!”
After helping my inebriated friend get dressed, I went out and hugged my mom. Unfortunately, I didnÆt get to wash my face first, but she didnÆt say anything û just greeted my friend and hurried us off to class. Three minutes later, I was sitting in a smelly classroom listening to my teacher babble about the dangers of drunk driving. IÆve never been that frustrated in my entire life. We passed notes in class, and she talked about how guilty and horrible she felt for cheating on her boyfriend. I started to feel really bad too, but I was also overjoyed, which made me feel even worse. Today, I’m glad it happened for my sake, but I wish it hadn’t made her so upset.
Although weÆve fooled around multiple times since then, weÆve never actually had oral sex again. She says she doesnÆt remember what we did that night, and IÆve been rather vague it, saying stuff like ôIÆll show you sometimeö. If sheÆs reading this, now she knows, I guess. Sorry I didnÆt make this more explicit, but IÆm afraid sheÆll see it…and plus, I wanted it to be real, not porn-ey and fake sounding like half the stories on here.
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