Friends helping friends....[F/F](long) | 2016

Not a person for one-night stands due to the fact that I find myself incapable of having random meaningless hookups, I tend to be on self imposed dry spells in between finding men I have an interest in and with whom I believe there is a potential for a relationship. The things I generally enjoy and that get me off involve a good deal of trust and aren’t anything I would ever feel comfortable asking of strangers. One night of vanilla sex with a random unfamiliar guy would in no way gratify or satisfy me and I have no interest in coming out of a situation feeling regretful and disgusted with myself so after the first time I subjected myself to such a situation I simply stopped doing it.

Understandably that means I’m a chronic masturbator. I admit it freely, I fap a lot (haha) and I’m definitely not ashamed of it. I also have a wide array of toys to help get the job done. Still, even with my collection of goodies it does get old after awhile and I do inevitably crave a bit of help from hands that aren’t my own. It’s hard to go without when you get as cock hungry as I do but I’ve always had something to help hold me over in between dicks, namely, close girl friends who are willing to exchange favors.

I feel the need to crush your fantasies slightly and preface this by saying this is not at all standard practice for most women. For me it started in high school with my best friend. We both lost our virginity around the same time and awkwardly shared experiences, though we were both raised in religious households so were prudish about it. Things changed however when my second boyfriend’s mother caught him and I in the act, which was mortifying and frightening to say the least, but she was an amazing woman for more than one reason but most memorably for being real with me rather than treating me like a whore and humiliating me in front of my religious family. In fact, she did quite the opposite actually. She sat me down alone and gave me a sex talk that was much more insightful than any I had received from school or my own parents, though I’m sure my parents wouldn’t have appreciated what she did say.

In essence she told me that if I was going to have sex I had to be responsible about it and that I might as well enjoy it. As a teen mom herself, she emphasized the need to take sole accountability for protection against pregnancy since I would be the most immediate one to pay for the consequences if I left such an important precaution in the hands of horny, eager, and inexperienced teenagers who would tell a girl just about anything to get their dicks wet. While I was already on birth control it made sense to me and it made even more sense when she told me it was unlikely that I would abstain from then on and quit having sex altogether, which wasn't a bad thing, but that I just needed to make sure I was doing it because I got something out of it and not solely to humor boys. This of course involved making sure I got mine since guys my age, her son included, probably didn’t know what the hell they were doing. She also told me that if I sincerely wanted to enjoy sex I should probably explore on my own to figure out what worked for me, not be ashamed of whatever I discovered that was, and then show my partner and be open to things he wanted to try too. She even suggested that I compare experiences with my girl friends and play around and explore things with each other.

Needless to say I took it all to heart and when I went back to my best friend and told her what had been said, we agreed Ms. Matthews was onto something and started to play around with each other. It worked wonders to teach me about my body. We trusted each other implicitly so it was a playful and non-judgmental atmosphere conducive to trying new things and experimenting without feeling or shame, and its not like we hadn’t seen each other naked while changing before so it wasn’t too awkward and it didn’t feel all that foreign or immoral.

She showed me things her boyfriend had done to her that she particularly liked and I did the same to her. Ultimately it made sex for the both of us with our male counter parts that much better. As time went on and we would be in between relationships we’d commiserate over our shortage of cock and would help each other get off in lieu of whoring around. It was a sweet deal between friends.

After I left for college I thought it would be easy to find new friends for a similar arrangement, and I found a few that were willing, but as I got older and eventually graduated it became more and more difficult to find girls who were up for it and who weren’t lesbian or bi and wouldn’t possibly develop attachments or end up feeling used or led on. Even so, I wasn’t going to give up on it, plus I’m pretty shameless and it never hurts to ask, so I’d still jokingly pose the question to my girl friends just to gage their reactions. Even if some of them do look at me funny and get weirded out, I at least get a good laugh out of their appalled looks and follow up questions about if I’m being serious. This was especially true and entertaining of my one straight as an arrow and really close friend Shelby, so naturally I would constantly act like I wanted to jump her just to piss her off and see her squirm at some of the things I’d suggest.

It’s also worth mentioning that the majority of our other close friends are men so they all get a kick out of it too and are always bothering her to just give into my charms. Though I’m pretty sure most of them think I’m just joking given I’m known for my perverted sense of humor and how amusing I think it is to put people in uncomfortable situations.

Sawyer is by far my best friend but him, Shelby, the mechanic (my now ex), and myself, are all pretty tight knit. On the weekends when Sawyer and I aren’t traveling on business we spend a lot of time at bars or at the lake near where we live, and when we head home for the night we usually pass out at Sawyer or the mechanic’s house rather than all of us driving home after a long day/night of drinking. The boys get their own bedrooms and Shelby and I share a queen in a guest bedroom so it’s not like she thinks I’m going to take advantage of her. She knows I consider myself straight and does actually trust me not to ruin our friendship and I never would.

This past labor day weekend we did go out on the lake but another night we barbecued out at Sawyer’s house with a bunch of other people and planned to crash there so we could drink to our hearts desire. Towards the end of the night Shelby, my gay friend Tom, and I were on the back porch smoking and talking when Shelby starts jagging me, talking about how ridiculous I am and how I’m always asking her to help a sister out and get me off, and that I might as well be a dude. She talked about about how we woke up one day after the lake and I teasingly whined at her to play with my clit and how it was like waking up next to her ex who apparently always annoyed her by asking her to take care of his morning wood first thing. She said she was waiting for the day she woke up next to me naked and fucking myself.

My response was of course to laugh and simply tell her that if I got desperate enough that might actually happen and she should just give in already and do it for me so she could avoid that surprise. I also told her I’d be happy to return the favor for her since it had been awhile for both of us.

She didn’t much appreciate that retort, or the fact that I thought it was funny, so she glowered at me while I just smugly enjoyed how easy it always is to turn it back around on her. What made it even better was when Tom chimed in and actually agreed with me, saying Shelby would probably enjoy it, explaining that when a dude gave him a blowjob for the first time it was way better than what he had received from women in the prior to that. He reasoned that it’d probably be better getting eaten out and played with by another girl than it would be a guy.

This ultimately led into a very long and in depth conversation about blowjobs, and inevitably translated into the same concerning cunnilingus, then seemingly out of nowhere Shelby just stops and looks at no one in particular, saying she can’t believe she’s actually going to say it but Tom’s right and maybe she should see what it would be like with a girl.

I didn’t think she was really being serious but I still laughingly asked her if she wanted to head back to Sawyer’s spare bedroom. When she answered saying we might as well since she was drunk and horny, I had to blink as I was sort of in shock and wondering if she was being serious. Still, I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth so I got up grinning and waved for her to get her ass in gear and follow me while off to the side Tom held back sniggers and told us he’d cover for us.

We managed to sneak past everyone and down the hallway to the bedroom without too much laughing, but when we got inside and locked the door, I started stripping and she just kind of went quiet and still. She was looking at me strangely, her head sort of cock eyed like she thought she should turn away, clearly overthinking things. Ultimately though the liquid courage and piqued curiosity got the better of her and she found words, bluntly saying that if she had to eat pussy to get hers eaten in return she guessed she was glad it was a hairless one.

I smirked at her as she stared at my nakedness dubiously and then asked her if she was seeing something she hadn’t seen before, commenting that I did think we had the same parts unless she had something more important she needed to tell me. When she scowled at me I just chuckled and told her to calm down and not make it weird and to strip unless she wanted me to over the clothes dry hump her to try and get her off, which earned myself a laugh and the remark that she thought dry humping would be weirder than having me just go down on her.

Once she was naked I told her I would dive in first if that would be easier for her, but and she said no, that she would rather go first just in case she came to her senses. I chortled and just said that was more than okay with me and kiddingly sat back on the bed spreading myself and telling her she should come get a better look at how wet I was.

Watching as her face contorted in disgust while looking at me exposing myself to her I couldn’t help but burst out laughing which she clearly didn’t appreciate though it did bring her out of her stupor and lighten things up a bit. Seeing me take pleasure in making her uncomfortable, she rolled her eyes and told me to fuck off as she pushed me down onto my back out of irritation and she sat down heavily next to me. I was still recovering from my laughter and collecting myself but I did notice her kind of taking me in so I made a show of putting my hands behind my head and cockily asking her if she saw something she liked, and mentioned flippantly that she could go ahead and start whenever she felt like it. Still, I was surprised when she just came out with it and said I actually looked pretty damn hot naked.

Kind of in shock I blinked and looked down at myself wondering what had gotten into her, but thanked her anyways, though I grabbed at my tits sort of weighing them in my hands before casually confiding that I’d always considered getting implants and more recently had become serious about it. In response she just shrugged and told me most girls thought about it and wanted to and she reached out pushing my hands to the sides and used either of hers to do much the same as I had and sort of cup them, though she also flicked them up to watch them bounce and jiggle as much as b cups can. She cracked a smile in the process and did it again chuckling slightly as she told me mine were fucking cute and I’d probably look strange with fake boobs because I’m so small.

She seemed to be getting more comfortable at that point because she didn’t stop feeling me up, instead she started massaging and grabbing at me a bit more roughly and flicking my nipples. At one point she full on slapped me across my left breast and smirked like she was getting back at me for making her feel uncomfortable but I just told her to do it again if she wanted. She gave me a funny pursed lip look like she was unhappy she hadn’t manage to annoy me but brushed it off and went back to playing, telling me she was surprised that she actually liked toying with my breasts as much as she did, though she did always like to play with her own.

Taking the cue, I pushed her back onto the bed and threw a leg over to straddle her and wasted no time in moving to grab her larger tits and push them together similarly roughly in retribution before rolling both her nipples lightly between either of my index fingers and thumbs. Then, leaning down to put my head between her tits I rubbed my cheeks back and forth enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin and the chance to laugh and motorboat her, happy to hear her laugh and flail a bit being slightly tickled by the feeling.

Popping back up with a grin on my face I asked her what else, besides having her tits played with, she liked and to be blunt about it since the whole point of all this was just to get each other off so we didn’t have to do it ourselves.

Instead of answering right away she deflected and asked me what I liked. I think she wasn’t really sure how everything was supposed to work just yet and still wasn't wholly at ease even though I could tell she was getting more into it. It was almost as if she was afraid to tell me what got her off, but I knew how to fix that. I grinned and continued to play with her breasts as I told her how I liked things, how I enjoy things a little bit rougher.

I told her I liked having my tits slapped like she had done before, though she could do it harder if she wanted. I mentioned how I liked getting spanked, and having my nipples bit and pulled, and how I even like getting smacked across the face every once in awhile. I told her I was into getting tied down in the right situation and told how much of a perfect little slut I am. That I liked having my hair pulled, pretty much any kind of assplay, some teeth on my clit as well as for it to be smacked and pinched, and that I even liked getting facefucked and emphasized (and secretly hoped) that she might choke me if she felt so inclined, though I said I would understand if she was hesitant to do that.

After I had finished she looked at me incredulously and when she found words it was to half playfully and half seriously call me a freak through a laugh. I just smirked and told her if that’s what she wanted to call it, then by all means to go ahead, but now it was her turn to tell me what she liked.