While Wet From The Shower

"What?" I asked her, stunned again by her remark. "What was worth waiting for?"

"That kiss was." She told me.

I stood shocked into silence, wanting an explanation but not daring to ask.

"I've wanted to kiss a woman for years, just to see what it was like." She went on without prompting. "And I always hoped it might be you."

I must admit I was very surprised at that, because she had never showed the slightest interest in me sexually, but in a strange way I was quite pleased. And, when I put her gender from my mind, I'd enjoyed it too.

"In fact." Thea added slowly. "I've never told you, but I have wondered once or twice what it would be like to go to bed with you."

I was very aware that it couldn't have been easy for Thea to say what she just had. It meant we'd taken a step that couldn't be reversed, and I didn't want her to suddenly pull away in embarrassment and for that to damage our friendship. She needed to be reassured that her hidden desires wouldn't harm our bond. In any case, I was finding it surprisingly pleasurable to be fancied by my best friend.

"Then we'd better kiss again." I told her. "Just to prove to you that I can enjoy kissing a woman too." I moved forward and our mouths merged together again.

All the time we were kissing our hands were caressing each others backs, but I suddenly became aware that one of Thea's hands had worked its way under my top and was stroking my bare skin. Not only that, but it was resting on the side of my body and getting dangerously close to my breasts. The realization brought me up with a jolt, and just for a moment I stopped kissing her and drew back. But then I smiled and kissed her again, no longer caring what she was up to.

Thea took this as tacit permission to continue, which I suppose it was, and openly pulled my top up above my bra, and I felt both of her lovely cool soft hands roaming around the skin of my back and belly. I moaned a little, I couldn't help it, it felt so nice.

Moments later she had unhooked my bra and pushed it out of the way, her hands cupping and moulding my naked breasts. We stopped kissing and stood slightly away from each other to give room, with my hands on her shoulders and hers on my breasts. She looked at me and smiled, cocking her head slightly to one side in an unspoken question. I closed my eyes for a moment to soak in the sensations of her fingers playing with my nipples and smiled back, and when I opened them again she was gazing very tenderly at me. I melted at that moment and then I knew that I actively wanted her to make love to me.

Now my hands slid from her shoulders and began unbuttoning the front of her blouse, tugging it out from her skirt so that I could pull it away from her breasts. She was wearing a tiny quarter cup white bra that only just covered her nipples and, as I pushed her blouse from her shoulders, Thea reached back and unclipped it, allowing it to fall to the floor with her blouse and leaving her naked to the waist. Moments later my top and bra had joined Thea's things on the floor and we stood gazing at each other.

Thea's small breasts are tipped with little pink nipples and pale aureole. They're very different to mine. Mine verge on being `heavy' and have quite large dark nipples. I wondered momentarily if she liked her nipples pulling, but I dismissed the thought and wondered instead if I'd enjoy kissing them.

I think, maybe, given a little longer, I might have persuaded myself to try, but Thea's arms went around me again and we went back into a clinch. Holding Thea was lovely, but so very different from embracing a man. For one thing I was immediately conscious of soft breasts with hard little nipples pressed against my own breasts, and she was so much smaller, softer and smoother than any man. The contrast was rather nice; for all that I'm basically straight.

Thea's hands were still wandering up and down my back, and mine were doing the same to her, both really just luxuriating in the feel of smooth soft skin. But then Thea ran her hands down onto my bottom to cup my cheeks and pull our bodies tight together, something comparatively easy for her to do being so much shorter than me. I didn't mind her touch, after all her hands were on the outside of my slacks and, in any case, the sensation of her hands on my bottom was very pleasant. Once again we began to kiss deeply and any misgivings I might have gathered vanished as her tongue entered my mouth.

My hands were still holding resting on her bare back, but Thea's now began to wander once more, with one returning to caress my back while the other roamed around my bottom touching first one cheek and then the other. I murmured my pleasure into her mouth, especially when it pushed lightly between them.

I didn't notice at the time, but I was letting myself be seduced. With her hard little nipples brushing mine, her soft breasts cushioned against me and her hands roving around my body, I'll readily admit that I was getting very turned on and I never noticed that everything we did took us closer to `that' moment.

Eventually she shifted her weight to put a little space between us and brought her hand from my back to gently squeeze my breast and even then I just let her continue. It wasn't until her other hand wandered from my bottom around to my front and started to cup my pussy through my slacks that I realised what was going to happen. It was time to take the bull by the horns and let my newly discovered wish come true.

"Take me upstairs." I whispered to her.

She didn't answer. Instead she took my hand and led me to her bedroom, almost pulling me up the stairs in her eagerness to get us there. We were just about to take that final step and I think she was scared that one or the other of us might chicken out. She needn't have worried about me; now that the decision was made I was as eager as she was.

"Shall we undress?" She asked, even though we were already halfway there.

I nodded a silent answer, suddenly feeling the weight of what we were about to do. Life and our friendship could never be the same, and I was abruptly aware also that I was about to cheat on my husband with my best friend. Mentally I hesitated and almost ran, but physically I wanted this far too much to back out now.

I undid my slacks with trembling fingers, my heart beating like a trip hammer and my breath coming in short little gasps. I was feeling horny, scared, excited, worried, and happy all at once. I pushed my slacks down and sat on the bed to pull them over my feet, looking up to watch Thea undress as I did so. She showed none of my nerves, slipping out of her skirt and looking at me with that same tender smile she had melted me with before.

It helped, but it didn't take away all my anxiety. After all, when we started I had expected it was just going to be a simple kiss at most, but now I knew we were going the whole way.

We were both now dressed only in our knickers, which in Thea's case were the briefest of white bikini briefs and looked stunning on her petite frame. She did look beautiful, with her long slender legs and little perky breasts she was everything a man might desire, but I'm not a man and I was still finding what I was about to do hard to handle.

"Come here, sweetheart."

She held out her hands to me, and I obediently rose from the bed and went into her arms. She had taken charge and I'm glad she did, it relieved me of an awful lot of responsibility

The kiss was a gentle meeting of mouths. Yes, our lips parted and her tongue entered my mouth, but it was so tender, so understanding and so warm that a lot of my fears disappeared and some of the excitement and pleasure of downstairs returned. The second kiss was much more passionate and came equally from both of us. She hugged me for a few more moments then held me at arms length.

"You can stop shivering now; everything will be ok, just wait and see." She smiled that smile again.

"Ready?" She asked me with her thumbs tucked under the waistband of her briefs.

"Yes, I'm ready."

We both slid our knickers off together, tossing them to one side and gazing at each other's bodies.

Once more taking the lead, she reached out to me again and drew me to her, enfolding me in her arms and just holding me close. Fear and pleasure were mixed for me, I wanted it, but I feared it. So there we stayed, body against body, skin on skin, until I had adjusted to my feelings and tilted my head to kiss her of my own accord. This kiss had definite sexual overtones from both of us, our tongues explored each others mouths, each fencing with the other, darting in and retreating, licking and tasting, drawing little pleasure noises from both of us.

That first entirely passionate, meaningful kiss lasted until we both ran out of breath, and during that kiss we held each other as tight together as we could, our nipples hard against each others breasts, our bellies and legs touching, pleasantly conscious of our nakedness.

When we broke for breath we relaxed a little and instead of our hands just clutching us together, we let them begin to roam, caressing each other's body and taking pleasure once more from the feel of soft smooth feminine skin. The uncertainty was gone, there was no danger now of either of us backing out. We had led each other down a road of our own choice and now we were going to enjoy reaching our destination.

We kissed again, but more softly, more gently and far, far more intensely. Even though I was still a bag of nerves I could feel my arousal deepen, my nipples began to harden and my pussy came alive once more. It was my turn to take command for the moment and I manoeuvred us around until the back of my knees came up against the bottom of the bed, and then I simply fell backwards, landing on the bed and pulling Thea down with me.

"That's one way of telling me." She giggled, as we shuffled ourselves further onto the bed and sorted ourselves to lie side by side with Thea on my right.

"I like to make things clear." I replied, smiling back. But it was only bravado that had propelled my action.

We came together again, knowing that we were confirming that we were to become lovers by the act of kissing naked on a bed. Then we paused and rested on our sides, one bent arm supporting our heads while we looked at each other silently. Thea's free hand came out and stroked my cheek, trailing her fingertips over my lips and down onto my neck. Again she did it, but this time her journey included my neck and up to my ear. The sensation of her soft hand on my face sent tingles through me and brought goose bumps to my skin. I was torn between the genuine excitement I felt at her touch and the screaming in my head that kept reminding me that Thea was a woman.

"I'm petrified, Thea." I confided to her. "Make it work for me."

How I expected her to make it work I don't know. We were both first time lesbians, if there is such a phrase, but I think I looked to her because she had at least fantasized of being with me.

"I will." She looked at me with genuine fondness, as if instinctively reading my mind. "Just relax. You don't even have to touch me if you'd rather not."

With that she pushed me gently but firmly onto my back, leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips, her tongue staying firmly in her mouth. She is the sort of friend every woman should have.

She raised herself onto one elbow, looking down at me, her free hand once again stroking my neck. I lay looking back into her eyes with one hand resting on my thigh and the other resting lightly behind her back, softly stroking the area between her shoulder blades. Then, still holding my gaze as a sort of reassurance, she allowed her hand to drift gradually down until it rested on my breast.

Even though I saw it coming, as soon as her hand touched my breast I couldn't repress a quick shudder and my hand instinctively stopped moving across her back. Seeing my reaction Thea immediately moved her hand away, resting it on my shoulder.

"No Thea, don't stop, I want you to touch me, really."

Most of me did want to feel her touch, but there was just this hard core of reluctance in my brain. Thea seemed uncertain if she should continue, not wanting to offend or repel me, so I raised my other hand from where it still rested on my leg and used it to put her hand back on my breast, pressing her firmly onto my flesh.

"Can you feel my nipple, Thea?"

"Yes."

"If you can feel how hard it is you know I do want it to happen, because it wouldn't be so hard if I didn't. It's just new to me, that's all." I'm not sure which of us I was trying to convince.

She smiled, her hand resting gently on my breast, her face telling me of her need but saying she was still not sure of my consent.

"It's new to me too, sweetheart." She reminded me.

I wriggled a little to get myself absolutely flat on my back, placed my hands on the bed away from my body, and opened my legs a little in an unmistakable signal that I was surrendering to her attentions.

"Play with me, Thea. Just do nice things to me."

She leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips, then straightened up and watched my face closely as her hand began to move across my breasts, stroking and caressing. She moved it in a kind of figure of eight, circling each breast before skating over the top and catching the nipple with her finger as she passed. It was very erotic and quite stimulating, and my nipples became hard little bullets from their treatment.

Thea kept up that up with just variations of pressure, speed and scope, sometimes slowly and very, very softly creeping over the mounds of my breasts, sometimes moving in wide sweeping caresses around most of my upper body and then sometimes, just sometimes, pausing at my nipples to give them a little pull or tweak.

Ten minutes of that and I was beginning to truly feel very hot and horny, my anxieties and reservations about being with a woman were rapidly receding and I was getting to be as relaxed as I had been earlier when we had first kissed. My sudden receptiveness must have got through to Thea, probably through the little noises I'd begun making, because instead of peering anxiously at my face, she was now gazing down at my body, watching her fingers trace patterns over my breasts and seeing my nipples grow as her thumb and forefinger did their work.

After a while her hand stopped moving and settled on my left breast, and rested her arm lightly across me. She concentrated on that one breast, moulding it, kneading it stroking it, flicking and plucking my nipple, bringing little grunts and whimpers from me as my arousal grew. The sensations were electric, at times her touch was so soft I could scarcely feel her fingertips skating over my breast, then she would dig in and squeeze almost painfully, before perhaps pinching my nipple between finger and thumb. Then, I guess when she judged that it was time to move to the next level, she bent and took my other nipple into her mouth, suckling on it, licking it, nibbling it between her lips and even nipping at it with her teeth.

Thea was an instinctively expert lover, of that there could be no doubt, and she brought all her skills to bear on me. Now she had me willing her on, wanting her to do more intimate things to me, wanting to do intimate things to her, wanting, and expecting, us both to orgasm at least once. I could no longer lie still, I had to squirm with pleasure under her attentions, to wrap one arm around her and hold her close while using the other to clamp her hand to my breast. I heard myself moaning, felt my legs open of their own accord in sweet anticipation, and felt the cool air that signalled the wetness of my pussy. I was on my way to heaven.

Eventually, when she knew I was just beginning to climb that long orgasmic slope, she transferred her mouth to my other breast, leaving her hand free now to slide slowly down my body until it cupped my mons. I felt it settle there, just above my pussy and I let out a long sigh of happiness and anticipation. She heard my sigh and smiled, mischievously lifting her face from my breast and wriggling back up to kiss my mouth once more. I hoped this wasn't a sign of her backing off, much as I liked her kisses I wanted everything else she could give me.

I wasn't disappointed; as soon as her tongue began to probe between my lips once again her hand crept over my pubes and dived between my legs, her fingers coming to rest against my waiting pussy. This time my sigh wasn't of anticipation, but of pure pleasure, for she immediately began burrowing into my cleft. Feeling Thea's tongue moving in my mouth while her fingers were exploring my slit was just an amazing new experience. The little signs of an approaching orgasm that had appeared when she nibbled at my nipples came on in full force, making my pussy open to Thea's probing fingers and my clit stand proud and erect like a miniature cock.

"You really are wet and wanting, aren't you?" It was a rhetorical question and I didn't answer.

She was running her two of her fingertips up and down my cleft, dividing them to trace my labia on the way down, but combining them on the way up, hooking them slightly into my vagina and then catching and rubbing my clit as they passed. It was fantastic, the momentary frustration of the near penetration followed by a surge of sensation at my clit were rapidly bringing me closer to cumming. I wrapped my arms tightly around Thea and held her to me, gasping and pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. Then she changed tactic, and instead of moving up and down the length of my pussy she concentrated on my clit, hooking two fingers a little then making quick little scratching movements over the tip of my clit with them, one after the other in rapid succession. I felt my orgasm explode inside me and I clung onto her as it threatened to overwhelm me.

All the time my body was convulsing under the waves of intense pleasure that rolled over me, my head kept reminding me that this was lesbian sex, it was a woman doing this to me, it was a woman whose mouth was on mine, and that I shouldn't be enjoying it so much. Then I remembered that she had wanted me and kept that urge to herself in order to preserve our friendship. That was how much she had valued our friendship. Somehow that made everything so worthwhile and made my orgasm so much more powerful. I was glad I was with a woman, and glad that the woman was Thea.

By the time my orgasm was over I was lying with my chest heaving and my heart hammering, completely spent for the moment at least. Thea looked at me, gave me a little peck on the lips then went back to my breasts, gently kissing and sucking my nipples, at the same time as stroking my pussy just enough to keep me interested until my body recovered.

"I think it's time I explored a bit, don't you?" She asked when my breathing returned to near normal and when I'd smiled my gratitude to her. Without waiting for a reply she ran her fingertips back and forth all the way from my clit to my anus before hovering just at the entrance to my tunnel.

"Shall I see what I can find in here?"

Her voice was cracking with arousal and nervousness, coming in thick, tight little gasps as two of her fingers slipped unhindered into my depths. My back arched and I groaned as I felt them slide in, trying hard to nod agreement at the same time as her lips returned to my breasts.

She began very slowly to push in and out of my pussy, positioning her hand so that her thumb collided with my clit at each stroke, and all the while covering my breast and nipple with little nips of her teeth, tiny little bites that hurt but didn't hurt, all at the same time. I groaned and moaned in harmony with her thrusts, moving my hips in an effort to push her fingers deeper into my very wet tunnel.

I could have stood that treatment for hours, but she had more on her mind and she shuffled lower to begin licking my stomach with the tip of her tongue, bringing with it the first signs of another orgasm.