A Girl's Secrets
By: Bella Cooper
Tags: Sexuality, Bisexual, Erotica, Lesbian, Fiction

Best Friends / Bisexual Erotica

She had been my best friend, and she’s just admitted to being in love with me. She wanted me to be her first. I wish I had handled it better.

Chapter 1

Fifteen minutes ago, I was just an eighteen-year-old girl graduating high school and looking forward to a party. Now my mind is racing with confusion and my heart was pounding. My closest friend since grade school hugged me and told me a secret.

“I can’t believe we graduated,” I squealed and hugged heather. Heather squeezed me back and held me a little bit longer than normal. When she did back off the hug, she didn’t let go and kept her body tight to mine. I became aware of her body in the way that my first boyfriend and I used to hold each other in that half hug. It made me tingle inside. When he did it, I would feel his bulge grow between my legs. It made me horny. There was no bulge this time, but her leg parted mine and I could feel that I was getting hot. She looked at me.

“Stevie, you know that thing I said last week? About wondering about other girls?” She asked.

“Sure, I remember.”

“Well, I don’t wonder about other girls. I know I want to be with a girl. I said that in hopes you would maybe say it too,” Heather said.

“Oh,” I said, suddenly aware that our boobs were rubbing together, and my nipples were reacting. I didn’t know what to say. It took me back a week to a conversation that had been on my mind for a while now.

Chapter 2

The conversation we had a week ago was weird at the time, but she was my best friend. You say things to your BFF. She had asked if I ever tasted myself. Just to see what it was like. I of course said no. But the truth was, I had tasted myself several times. When my boyfriend Jeff went down on me and then kissed me. Then there was the time I finished him off after we screwed at the beach. It turned me on to taste myself on him, and I wanted to tell her that. But the affair with Jeff was a secret. He was older, and I should not have been with him. Even now he was a good friend and I didn’t want to ruin that. I didn’t want her to know I had secrets from her.

“It’s totally cool, I understand that you’re not down, but I just wanted you to know that,” Heather said. She kissed me, slow and long. Just on the lips and no further. I wanted to probe her mouth with my tongue. It seemed a natural thing to do. I should have just let it all go. I wouldn’t be in this mess now. I loved Heather and part of me wanted to be with her. I had never really considered being with a girl, a fantasy here and there masturbating to my brother’s playboys, but nothing for real. I didn’t pine for women. She would be attending Vassar in the fall, and I was going to the local community college.

Chapter 3

Heather was as smart as she was beautiful and funny. I knew she was hot because over the course of time I saw her in the showers, perfect proportions. She could have been a model. She was funny too, and now I wondered how long she had been reaching out to me. I thought about every touch, hug and moment at the sleepovers we had at each other’s house. I was sick about it; I felt bad for Heather. All that time she must have stood by and watched me date Jeff and others. I remember our freshman year we didn’t have dates, and we went to the first prom together.

She would be at a party I was going to later. Maybe I could set things straight then. Let her know that I was flattered, at least. But that was all just going to be wrong and awkward. I would probably just make it worse.

“Hey Stevie, how’s tricks. Seen Jeff lately?” Sam, a guy from the football team, came over to bother me. He’s been trying to convince me to get back on the horse since Jeff left for college. By that, of course, he meant his cock.

“No, I talked to him a couple days ago. He called to say gratz on the graduation,” I said.

“Well, I know a way we can celebrate,” He said. He was going to be one of those creepy guys in later life, he had all the skills down already.

“I don’t think so,” I said.

“Hey, just a thought. You know where it is, if you change your mind,” he said. He had that habit of saying disgusting things, but not quite. Making you fill in the blanks.

“Have you seen Heather?”

“Yeah, she’s out back with that girl, Sarah. You know from that catholic school. Andy’s sister the dyke,” he said.

“OK, see you,” I said, trying not to let on that I had just had a pang of jealousy. It was stupid. Why care right? This would be the best thing, everyone could move on. But then why did I feel like I missed the boat.

Chapter 4

I made my way through the throng and found her talking and laughing with that bitch on a bench by the back fence. I found myself in front of them and flushed with fear, rage and jealousy.

“Hey, babe, this is Stevie, the friend I was talking about,” she said. What the fuck, babe, what was this. She was just pouring her heart out about wanting me a couple hours ago, and now this bitch is her babe. I just turned and walked away, not too sure where to go. I wanted to turn around and go back, but now it seemed stupid. I saw Sam, and I was in no mood for his shit again. So, I ducked into the bathroom inside.

I sat on the toilet for a minute, taking an inventory of all this. I was making too big a deal out of it all and I just needed to go home. Besides the party looked out of control, there would be police calls later, no doubt. I would be the good girl I had always been and go home to hear about it tomorrow. I opened the door to sneak quietly away and there stood Heather.

“What the fuck, Stevie. I just got done telling Babe how cool you were and you, what are you doing,” Heather demanded.

“I just. Sorry, Babe? Babe?”

“That’s what people call her all the time, so she just uses it as a nickname. It’s a joke.”

“Oh.”

“Wait, what were you thinking I meant?” she asked, her eyes narrowing at me.

“Nothing.”

“Oh shit. It’s about what I said at graduation,” she said and pushed her way on and closed the door.

“I, no,” I said and felt myself get all confused when she pulled me in and kissed me. This time it was a sexy, hard kiss. It lingered, and this time I really felt it in the pit of my stomach. I put my hand on her back and the other on her hip. It was the encouragement she needed to slip her tongue between my lips and I sucked her in.

I was dizzy as fuck and thought l would pass out. The rush of blood in my ears I couldn’t believe it was happening and then I pushed her back against the door and thrust my tongue into her mouth. It felt good, soft, natural. I felt her run her hands over my body; she put her hand up my shirt and I wondered how far I would let her go. Then a knock came at the door.

“Hey, I gotta piss for Christ sakes,” the voice came.

“Go upstairs,” Heather said. She smiled at me and I laughed and cried at the same time.

“Fuck you,” said the voice, and Heather laughed.

“We should go,” she said to me.

“Where?”

“Your place is closer, but my parents aren’t home. They went to visit my grandmother,” she said. “So, I guess it depends on how much noise you make.”

Chapter 5

I was a nervous wreck after we left. We went to her car, and I felt green. In the bathroom, I would have done anything with Heather. I was ready. Now, outside by the car waiting for the door to unlock, I wasn’t sure.

“You OK,” Heather asked as I got in.

“Yeah. Sure,” I said. I wasn’t, but she smiled at me and started the car. I’m sure she always drove like a race car driver. I hadn’t ever noticed. But now, as we approached the house, it seemed like she had the pedal to the floor. Probably to make sure I didn’t have time to change my mind. We pulled up, and the car stopped like it was a braking roller coaster car.

“Wow. That’s a speed record, I think,” I said. She looked at me and had a sour look. I think I was biting my lip.

“Look,” Heather started to say, and I cut her off and put my hand on hers.

“Just kiss me,” I said. She leaned in and did just that. Wow. My panties got wet instantly. We kissed for a few minutes. The windows steamed up and just as she got started on putting her hand down my pants, I stopped her.

“Let’s go in.”

Chapter 6

We got out, and I raced her to the back door as I had a million times. This time when she caught me, I grabbed her and started kissing again.

“Fuck, you‘re hot,” Heather said. We kissed again until suddenly the light came on next door. The old lady that lived there went to bed early and was usually pretty grouchy if woken up.

“Who’s there” she demanded.

“Just me, Mrs. Delaney.” Heather said.

“Don’t you give me that. I hear someone else. I’m supposed to keep my eye out for you. You’re not sneaking in some boy are you,” she barked.

“No. It’s just me, Mrs. Delaney. Stevie,” I said.

“Oh, Stevie hi. Can’t see a thing without my glasses.”

Mrs. Delaney peered out from a fence gate. As always, she had a baseball bat and a small French Bulldog dog that ran over to bark at us.

“Get back over here, Winston. You leave the girls alone,” she said. “Good night dears. Don’t stay up too late.

Thank god she couldn’t see because my lipstick was smeared. Some was on Heather. My shirt was pulled out and my pants were half undone. Heather had her shirt up in my attempt to pull her bra out of my way. We looked at each other and laughed. Inside, Heather and I ran upstairs and pulled off our clothes.

“Let’s take a bath together.” Heather suggested. I nodded, and she led me to the large bathroom in her parents’ room where they had a jacuzzi tub.

Chapter 7

The joys of getting my foot rubbed were mine for the first time. Heather sucked one toe, and I jumped and giggled. She floated over to my side and pulled me into her lap. She was too low to kiss, but I realized soon enough her goal was to suck my nipples. I let out a small moan and held her head close as her lips first touched them.

Her hands did some floating too. Around to my back door. She gently rubbed my chocolate starfish. I didn’t want her to stop, so I relaxed and let her probe me. It was so good it made one of my legs shake. Things were heating up and she made me sit on the edge of the tub and poured water over my pussy.

“So, how’s this go?” I asked.

“What?” Heather asked.

“You know, silly. I’ve never done this before,” I said. “With a girl.”

“How should I know?” Heather asked, still mesmerized by my pussy.

“I thought?”

“I have seen pussy about as much as you have. Except for a few movies.”

But I realized now what she meant. She had always wondered what it would be like. Meaning she never had been with anyone. She was a virgin. I was suddenly the expert on sex.

“I was sort of hoping I could go down on you and you could tell me what to do. If I was any good,” Heather said. She was quiet, and I knew it was a vulnerable moment for her. She was nervous as I was.

“That’s cool. Yeah. You can practice on me. I’ll bet you’re a natural. Half of it is in wanting to.”

“Oh, I want to.”

“Ok, so like, do what you would like,” I said. She scrunched up her face, and I realized that the advice was of no help to a person who had never had sex with anyone. I looked down at my pussy and opened my legs a bit further. I spread my pussy lips and stroked the nub of my clit.

“Stroke this part,” I said. She was watching intently, inches from my pussy. I rubbed and felt the familiar rush between my legs as it engorged with excitement. She looked at me and then back at my pussy and leaned in, taking my clit with her tongue and then sucking it into her mouth. It was so intense, nothing like what Jeff had ever done.

“Whoa, hold up,” I said as my toes curled. “Wow, a little too intense. But in a good way. Go slow.”

It was a little strange giving Heather pussy eating tips and then letting her unleash them on me. A few times she slid her tongue inside me and I bit my lip and moaned. She was rough, but it felt good and soon she got into a rhythm.

“Put your finger inside,” I said now totally into the sensations she was giving me.

“Won’t that hurt? I tried that once on myself and it was pretty uncomfortable,” Heather said.

“It’ll be fine, slip one in, I’m really wet,” I said. She looked a little confused and very tentatively lined up her finger and slowly entered me. As promised, her finger slid in with no resistance.

“Your pretty goopy,” she said.

“No! Really! You think?” I said and smiled at her. “You really turned me on at the party and have been sucking my clit for ten minutes,” I said. Her attention turned back to my pussy and this time she made my back arch as I saw stars when her finger and tongue worked me.

“Oh, shit, that’s it. Like that,” I said. The sensation was familiar, Jeff had gotten me off a couple times like this but not this fast. I felt my pussy walls clamp down on her finger and a spasm hit me as I came. I flooded her mouth with my juices. She seemed to delight in teasing my clit until it got unbearably sensitive and I had to slide back into the tub. I slipped into her arms and kissed her, tasting myself on her mouth. I couldn’t get enough of it.

“That was wonderful. See, you’re a natural,” I said.

“Beginner's luck. Maybe I should give it another try, just to make sure,” Heather said.

“Wow, no way. I have to calm down first,” I said. She got up, and I thought it was her turn, but she got out and grabbed a towel.

“OK, let me know when you’re ready to go again. Can we cuddle naked until then?” She asked.

It surprised me, and I wasn’t sure how to react. Didn’t she want me to go down on her? I’ll admit I was no expert, only a few movies and magazines I looked at with my brother a few times. But I went with it.

“Sounds nice, your room?” I asked.

“My parents won’t be home for a couple days. They have satin sheets, you have got to try them,” Heather said and raised her eyebrows.

Chapter 8

The satin sheets were slippery. I had heard that before, but that wasn’t the half of it. It felt a little like swimming naked. I was afraid the whole time I was going to leave a wet spot on them. We turned on the TV and we started to watch some Syfy show and settled into each other’s arms. After a while I sat up against the headboard and she laid against my chest, stroking my breasts. It was like we were this old married couple. I decided to see if I could get her going again. I stroked her arm, then moved over to the side of her breast, then a little way down her belly almost to her navel.

“It’s cool Stevie, I know you are into guys, we don’t have to,” she said as she looked up at me.

“Don’t you want me too. You don’t have the market on curiosity, you know,” I said.

“Well, I didn’t think…” she said, “I mean.”

I moved, and she fell onto the bed. I had gone this far and let Heather go down on me. I wanted more and the only fair way to get that, I thought, was to return the favor. I kissed her upside down. Then her chin and her neck until my breasts were in her face and hers in mine. I sucked her nipples and kissed her cleavage even as I felt her do the same. I lifted one leg to get around her arm and she sat up and stuck her tongue inside me again, then sipping on my clit. I sat down on her face and pushed her back on the bed with the weight of my body.

“You trying to smother me?” Heather asked.

“What a way to die, right? Just lay there a minute and let me get where I’m going,” I told her and made my way between her legs. Her pussy was shaved clean, and I had wished mine was too. Heather had to contend with quite a bush. Since Jeff left, I didn’t see a lot of point to gardening the patch. I opened her legs and her labia just parted, opening to me like a flower. Heather had a really large clit, almost a small cock. It stood out from her folds prominently. I sucked it into my mouth and twirled the tip of my tongue around it. It was awkward, and my arms were getting tired, but I wanted to get Heather off. I sucked at eating pussy, I got hardly a peep out of her. I nibbled for some time when Heather rolled me onto my side and started really going at it. I was spread eagle, and she was a master. I came fast and hard again. I had never cum twice with Jeff. Sex with him was nice, it felt good, and I came occasionally, but Heather was spoiling me. I pulled her out from between my legs.

“No fair,” I said.

“What?”

“You’re better at this than I am. I want to get you off,” I said. “Lay back and just relax. Let me fuck you.”

Heather looked at me and scooted away. Propping herself up on some pillows and spreading her legs for me. I crawled up between them on all fours. I had tasted her. Now there was no hesitation. I wanted her cum, and I was going to get it.

I spread her pussy out and licked her hole. I did a dance around her folds and pushed her legs up, so I could get between her ass cheeks. Jeff had done this to me once, but it tickled too much, so I had made him stop. Heather seemed to love it. I rimmed her asshole in small circles and then pushed the tip in, and I heard her moan for the first time. It was a proud moment for me.

I kept it up and then worked my way back up. Licking on her clit and sucking it hadn’t worked at all, so this time I spread her lips and with the tip of my tongue, worked from her hole to the tip of her clit and back. Her leg jerked a bit. Bingo. I licked more and rubbed one side of her clit with my tongue. Occasionally returning to her butt for a moment and then licking. When I wasn’t licking her butthole, I had my thumb on it, put just a bit in.

Her breathing got more ragged, and I felt like she was close, her clit was harder and now I had both legs jumping as I licked the tip of her clit. She didn’t say anything but the way she got wet, and her clit was hard, I could tell she was close. It was a trick, but I rubbed her clit with my thumb, put a finger in her pussy, and went back to licking her asshole. That did it, she made the best sound ever, half moan half squeal I just hoped I could hold on to this moment long enough to push her over the edge.

“Fuck, Stevie, fuck you’re going to make me cum. Yeah, like that, OH,” she was going on suddenly she arched her back and her legs and belly involuntarily twitched as she flooded my mouth with her juices. Finally, she was coming.

“Oh, fuck, god that’s, that’s.” about there she lost her ability to speak and think. She held her legs open wide to my assault, and I just rode out her orgasm. She closed her legs hard, pushed me away. I smiled at her.

“Oh wow, that’s crazy,” she said.

“Now you see how sensitive it gets,” I said. “How was that? OK for my first time?”

Heather pulled me up, and we kissed. I felt her naked body against mine and our sweaty tits crushed together. It was sensual and hot. I stopped comparing anything I felt with her to Jeff or any boy right then. This was real love making, I was hers and she was mine and our bodies just responded. We made love for the next two days and fucked those sheets up.

Chapter 9

I had to call my mom and ask how you wash satin sheets. We made love sometimes, sometimes we fucked. I popped her cherry that day. She was sore but hooked on my fingering her after that. The urge struck us a lot. Making lunch, watching TV, showering, all usually ended in someone having an orgasm.

The rest of the summer was a blur. But it wasn’t love, not the kind you stay with someone forever. Heather went to Vassar, and I went to the junior college. I met a guy. I don’t think it was girls, really; it was Heather. But if it came up again, I wouldn’t hesitate like I did before. She and I had been so close, and when she needed me to make love to her, it just happened.

I think about her a lot. I wonder if she’s happy in New York these days and if she’ll be in town for Christmas, so we can catch up. She’s a journalist and is writing some book. It’s a summer I will never forget. Sometimes my husband asks what I think about her when he and I make love. I’ll just keep that to myself. A girl needs her secrets.