“I need your opinion,” she said, laughing at my shock.
I spun around in a hurry, leaving my breasts uncovered in my haste to show that I had nothing to hide. The space in the dressing room could be called cramped at best, and we were so close together that my breasts brushed against my friend’s as I turned. She was covered up by then in purple lace bra that pushed her tits up and forward, but I could still feel how soft they were, and, if anything, the lace moving across my sensitive nipples made the breath catch in my throat. That, and what Clara looked like, standing just a foot away from me.
She had taken a step back to give me a better view, and she’d also stripped off her pants to reveal the silk thong she was wearing. As it was, the sight was incredible, and Clara took it further by striking a model’s pose, chest and butt out with one hand on her tiny waist.
“Well?” she asked, trailing her free hand from hip to breast, presenting herself to me.
I couldn’t tell her that if I had been a man, or at least an out and out lesbian, I’d have had her against the wall with her legs apart faster than the blink of an eye. I swallowed, crossed my arms over my chest to cover myself, and settled for saying, “The bra’s really pretty. But the color drains you.”
It was an honest enough opinion. The brilliant purple went badly with my friend’s chin length auburn hair and green eyes. I tried not to dwell on it, though. Looking at her tits, however they were covered, was turning me on, and that made me feel immeasurably guilty. I tried to look down instead, but my eyes lingered on the inviting barely covered V between her thighs, and my cheeks burned.
“Oh.” Clara made a face. “It doesn’t come in any other color. I guess I’ll have to go for something else.” Then she smiled wickedly, apparently taking my blushes for misplaced modesty. “Your turn now, bashful. Go on!”
I’d chosen a bra too, a confection of lace so delicate as to be nearly transparent. I thought the sapphire blue would bring out the color of my eyes, and the gold thread shot through the tatting was bound to subtly echo my ash blonde hair. The thing came with matching panties that were a broad strip of lace more than anything else – and not so broad as to cover the entire curve of my buttocks at that – with a narrow strip of cloth to provide token covering for my private parts. I put that on too, and I found myself wondering what Clara thought of my shimmying out of my skirt and hiking down my far too ordinary cotton underwear before I stopped that thought right there. It was bad enough that I was having naughty thoughts about her without imagining that she was thinking the same things about me. There was already a wet spot on the crotch of my panties, and I crumpled the damning article of clothing and slipped into the new pair before Clara could see it.
I’d done my changing with my back to my best friend, and I shuffled around in a 180˚ turn to show off. I was hoping to wow her, but what she was wearing made my jaw drop.
Clara was in a corset made up of leather panels of a green so deep it was almost black. There was a dull shine to it that looked damnably seductive against the creamy tone of her skin, and while it pushed her breasts up, it left them completely uncovered.
“You’re – you’re gorgeous,” I blurted, unable to stop myself.
“You’re looking good too, Valerie. See?” Clara took me by the hand and made me stand next to her. There was barely enough space for us to stand side by side so we were slightly at an angle to each other as I examined our reflections. I did look pretty good. My figure may not be as curvy as Clara’s, but I was fit and trim and the lingerie showed off what shape I had to my best advantage. Clara completed the effect by reaching up behind me to undo my ponytail, letting my hair fall in a spill of soft curls to the tops of my breasts.
“Beautiful,” she said, putting an arm around my shoulders. The side of her bare tit brushed against mine. “Your idiot ex doesn’t know what he left behind.”
She slid her hand down my back, making my skin tingle. That was when we kissed.
Her lips were soft against mine and sweet too, from the peach crush she’d had with lunch. It was different from any other kiss but I responded readily enough, my own lips parting to allow her tongue access. She was so clever, so skillful, and the way her tongue twisted in my mouth soon had me biting back a moan.
She pulled away when she heard me and grinned, putting a finger over my lips for silence.
“Quiet now, Valerie,” she said. “We don’t want them to hear us, do we?”
The statement made me take stock of things. ‘Them’ was the person in the next stall, the one in the stall beyond that, and the rest of the people in the lingerie shop. It was the middle of the afternoon, and I’d just had the first lesbian kiss of my life with my best friend.
“I d-don’t think this is right,” I stammered. The look on Clara’s face told me she had every intention of going further, and I was caught between wanting to demand a halt and begging, yes, begging for more.
“Why not?” she asked in a maddeningly reasonable tone of voice. “We’re both single. We’re not hurting anyone. And unless I make you scream, nobody’s going to know that we’re fucking right here.” She licked her full lips as if she were about to devour her prey. “Isn’t that exciting?”
“Keep your voice down!”
“Valerie, Valerie, I’ve wanted you for ages, couldn’t you tell? And you’re right there looking so fucking sexy I could eat you all up. Actually,” she said, plucking at the waistband of my panties, “I think I will.”
“Clara!” I gave her hand a swat and tried to back away, ending up only a few inches away and pressed against the cold glass of the full length mirror.
“All right, I don’t have to do that yet. But why don’t you have a taste?” she suggested, cupping one breast, offering it to me. “I saw you looking, and I think you liked what you saw.”
She took her nipple between finger and thumb, rolling and pulling at it with an expression of open arousal on her pretty face. Again, I found myself thinking of how wonderful it would be to take the little pink bud between my lips, to suck and tweak it with my tongue until it was hard and wet and shiny.
The thought became the deed before I was clearly aware of making the decision. I had Clara’s breast in my mouth, bent slightly at the knee so that I could reach it – I was the taller girl by a few inches – and her skin tasted so clean, and hr tits were a delicious compromise of firm and soft. I couldn’t stop myself, even though my conscience was wildly screaming ‘no!’
“Oh, you are so good,” said my friend, already breathless. “So good. I can’t believe I didn’t make a move sooner. Oh, just like that – yes.” The word left her lips in a drawn out whisper, and I turned my eyes up to look at her, never stopping my suckling for a second. “My breasts are really sensitive,” she explained, guiding my hand to her free tit. I gave it a squeeze that made her close her eyes and sigh. “I swear sometimes I can nearly come just from that – oh, Val, we should have done this years ago!”
I would have agreed with her, but that would have entailed moving my mouth from her tit, and I didn’t want to do that just yet. I loved how it felt, just as I loved how her other breast filled my hand. I could feel her pulse racing, and she made a needy little noise at the back of her throat as I moved to her other nipple, trailing kisses across her skin as I went. Her hips bucked forward when I licked it, and she threaded her fingers in my hair, pulling me so close that my nose face was buried against her tit.
“I’m so wet for you,” she whispered hoarsely. “Feel it, Valerie, come on, feel how much I want you.”
I had one hand on her waist, cinched tight by the supple leather of her corset, and I slid it downward, over her mound, but I hesitated before touching her pussy. Doing that would make this irrevocable, my first time having legitimate sex with another female, and I froze. Up till then, I had never doubted for an instant that I was a hundred percent straight. Clara though, she swung both ways, and pretty indiscriminately too. I was suddenly unsure of myself, and desperately afraid
that giving in right now to the lust coursing through my veins would wreck our friendship. Clara might say that she wanted me from way back when, but I might just be letting horniness and my recent breakup go to my head.
“Wait,” I said, leaning back against the mirror. I pushed a few strands of hair out of my face and licked my lips. I could still taste the peach crush on them, and I was already missing what her tits had felt like in my mouth. “Maybe we should think about this first.”
“I’ve done my waiting.” Clara’s voice was low and fierce, and she took me by the shoulders, slamming against the glass to kiss me again.
It was amazing that no one heard us. Clara was practically fucking my mouth with her tongue, our breasts were pressed together, I was struggling for balance with my fingers skittering uselessly against the mirror, and all that was saving us from discovery was the noise in the shop masking the sounds we were making and the fact that no one had taken a peek at the half-foot of space between the floor and the bottom of the dressing room divider. I could hear the door to the stall next to us open and then close again, and there was a rustle of cloth as the woman next door removed her clothes. All she had to do was drop something, look down as she went to pick it up, and then she’d see us standing toe to toe, crushed together and obviously up to no good.
My best friend moved her mouth down to my throat, sucking and nipping at my skin. I had to bite on the knuckle of my ring finger to keep from groaning as her tongue dipped into the hollow of my collarbone, and my knees went weak when she bit the soft spot between the joint of my neck and shoulder. It would leave a mark for sure, and I didn’t think my shirt would hide it.
“Ow,” I said softly in admonition.
“Shush,” she replied around a mouthful of skin. “Let’s play fair, okay?” And she slipped both my bra straps off of my shoulders so that all that was keeping my breasts covered was the fact that the thin lace had caught on my nipples. The tops of my breasts were left exposed though, and Clara dipped her head to put her mouth to them. “You were really excited about my breasts. I want a taste of yours.”
And she tugged my bra down so that my tits were left bare above a nest of crumpled lace. I expected her to grab, to squeeze so hard that her fingers left red marks on my skin. After all, that was what I’d done to her, and everybody else who had touched my breasts – all my boyfriends – had been similarly indelicate in their enthusiasm. But she was slow and gentle, sliding her fingers over my breasts as if she couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. Her thumbs drew slow circles around my nipples, and she kissed each one, letting her tongue linger just enough to make me shudder and gasp.
“I could do this all day,” whispered Clara, the words ghosting warm against my breasts. “But people might think we’re hogging the dressing room.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Maybe we should go…”
“We’ve got time for a little more.” And she slid to her knees in front of me, tugging the lace panties down so fast that I was afraid she’d tear them. She looked up at me from down there, and licked her upper lip with her pink tongue. If there was a time to tell her to stop, it was right then, but I watched, wordless, as she put two fingers in her mouth to slick them up before putting them between my legs. I whimpered as she drew them across my nether lips, spreading my legs as wide as I could with the lace panties still around my thighs.
I was already so wet that it was amazing my juices weren’t dripping down my legs. My labia parted easily for her hand, and she pushed her fingers into me, just enough for the tips to barely breach my entrance before taking them away again. Her hands went to my waist to hold me in place, my buttocks pressing against the glass, and she lowered her head. I wasn’t even thinking about protesting anymore, or even of leaving to finish this somewhere more private. I couldn’t. Not when I remembered how clever her mouth had been when we kissed, and what it would be like for that clever mouth to touch me down there.
She started with a light kiss on my shaved mound, and then another right on the slick folds of my pussy. Her tongue licked a warm stripe across my nether lips, and she used her fingers to part them with practiced ease to find my clitoris. I actually moaned when she put her mouth on my clit, and Clara giggled, pressing her lips against my pussy and saying, “Shhhh.”
The whisper buzzed pleasantly against my clit, and I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself not to make another sound. It was hard though, with Clara sucking on my clit, only stopping to draw her tongue across my pussy. Her hands moved from my waist to pull my panties further down – I guessed that she wanted better access – and I heard a tearing of lace when she yanked too hard. I’ll never know how I kept my balance as I lifted one foot and then the other to let her pull the damaged undergarment off of my ankles, but we managed the feat without Clara ever taking her mouth from my pussy.
It was like a kiss more than anything else; a delightfully filthy and intimate kiss on my pussy that had my stomach fluttering and my hips bucking forward to get more of the delicious sensation. No one had ever eaten me out like that before. The men who had fucked me usually only gave me oral to get me wet before they shoved their cocks into my pussy, and they had never bothered to make me feel this good with just their mouths. Clara was pleasuring me for real.
I slipped a little, losing my footing for just a fraction of second the first time she pushed her tongue past my nether lips and into my vagina. I couldn’t hold back a soft, keening moan. Clara’s tongue penetrating me felt much less invasive than a cock or a finger, more feminine somehow, and every bit as good. It flickered inside me, and my entire universe shrunk to her tongue moving in my pussy, tasting me from the inside. If this was what being a lesbian entailed, I was all for it.
“Clara,” I murmured, putting a hand on my breast and squeezing. “That’s amazing.”
Seemingly encouraged, she redoubled her efforts, pushing harder and deeper – I’d never imagined that a tongue could go that deep – and moved her fingers to my clit, rubbing it in wicked little circles. It was incredible, and all I wanted was for Clara to never stop.
I was close, and I wanted to warn her. I spurted quite a lot when I climax so things were bound to get messy, but I didn’t dare speak. I wouldn’t have been able to control myself. If we had been elsewhere, I would have screamed loudly, and I just had enough of my mind left to realize that that would be an immensely bad idea. It was a near miracle that no one had caught us yet. Sure we were being as quiet as we could, but I was certain that other people should have been able to smell the raw, heady scent of sex in the air.
Clara made me come undone with an incredible twist of her tongue that hit exactly the right spot. She held me up as my orgasm crashed through me, tonguing me all the way through it. My bare feet slipped on the dressing room floor, and I pushed my palms hard against the mirror, biting my lip so hard that I thought I’d draw blood. It was intense and wonderful, and everything was sharper, more real, and I was aware of the littlest things, from the women talking in the store’s main room and the soft, liquid sounds Clara was making as she ate me out to the way the light glinted off the leather corset my best friend was wearing.
She stood when I was done, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I didn’t wait. I kissed her, tasting myself on her lips and tongue, wrapping one arm around her while my hand went down, past the stiff corset that ended just above her crotch to her pussy. Her thong was drenched, and she moaned into my mouth when I pushed the strip of cloth aside and pushed a finger into her.
I had, of course, fingered myself before on nights when I couldn’t get to sleep for want of release, but it was strange feeling another woman’s pussy. I crooked my finger inside her, and she shuddered against me, breasts moving deliciously against mine. I sucked on her lush bottom lip as I pushed a second finger past her labia, and she dug her fingers, leaving little crescent marks. I wanted to make her feel as good as she’d made me feel, and, with a little twinge of guilt, I realized that I wanted a better view at the sa
me time. I made her turn so that I could look at us in the mirror, still fogged up slightly from my body heat, and seeing us like that sent a jolt of electricity through my groin.
Clara clenched on my fingers as if to remind me what I was supposed to be doing, and I pushed them further into her, as deep as they would go, with my palm pressing against her clit.
“That’s right,” she hissed into my ear after she pulled out of the kiss. “Give it to me. Right there, Valerie. Right there.”
It didn’t take much longer for me to bring her off. For a bit there, I was scared that she might be faking it for my sake, but I felt how the walls of her vagina rippled against my fingers, felt her hips thrusting so that my hand was squashed between us, and I knew it was real. She bit my neck as she came, and I grunted at the way her teeth raked my hypersensitive skin. I’d have to leave my hair down to cover all the marks she’d given me.
“You okay now?” I asked. I thought she was done, but I wasn’t used to reading another woman’s body.
“I should be asking you that.” Clara gently pulled my hand from her pussy, brought it to her mouth, and sucked my fingers clean. “Not thinking about that boyfriend of yours anymore, are you?”
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