I let my lesbian friend practice on me…
Shhh...don't tell anyone...
I went to my friend Luke’s place to pick him up for movies, but he was still out running errands, so his sister Molly invited me in to play Mario Kart while I waited. We’d only ever had polite conversations before, but she seemed cool in a nerdy way, so I agreed to hang out with her in the living room. She won a couple of races, I won a couple of races, and everything was normal until…
“No,” I said, in response to Molly’s question. “I’m still single. How about you?”
“Boom!” she laughed, sailing past me on her Princess Peach bike and crossing the finish line. “WINNER!”
I laughed. “Well done.”
“Thanks. And yeah, I’m still single too.”
I gave her a playful nudge with my elbow. “Getting laid though, I bet.”
She blushed, looking down at the controller. “Uh…no, actually…”
“Sorry,” I said. “Didn’t mean to make you–”
“No, no,” she said, waving off my concern. “It’s just harder for me, I guess. Being gay and stuff. You never know who you are even allowed to like, you know? It can be really confusing.”
Luke had told me she was a lesbian before, and I nodded sympathetically. “Yeah. That must really suck.”
“It does.” She moved as if she was going to pick up the controller and then stopped. She looked at me for a moment. “I’ve actually never been with anyone. Like, at all.”
“Wait, really? Never? Like, not even once?”
She laughed nervously. “Nope. Not even once. It’s embarrassing. I’m literally the only lesbian I know…”
“Well, how do you know you’re gay if you’ve never tried it?”
She hesitated for a second, her cheeks still red, and then shrugged. “I mean, I watch a lot of lesbian porn…”
“Oh…” I laughed nervously. Something about hearing my friend’s little sister say “porn” made me shift a little in my seat. “That makes sense…”
She giggled softly. “Yeah. And I definitely enjoy that. A lot…so. I’d say it’s definitely confirmed at this point.”
“What kind do you watch?” I asked, immediately horrified that those words had escaped my mouth before I had a chance to vet them. Did I really just ask my friend’s little sister what kind of porn she got off to?
To my surprise, she seemed eager to answer, visibly brightening at the chance to talk about it. “I like the gentle kind.” She gave me a shy smile, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, slow kisses, lots of touching. Stuff that feels real, you know?”
She looked at me, her eyes a little glossy, and I knew she was picturing it. I shook my head a little, trying to clear the images of woman…bodies pressed together…panties on the floor…nipples hard, feeling the wetness between–
I cleared my throat.
“That sounds really nice. Romantic.”
She smiled, seemingly a little more relaxed by my reaction. “Yeah, exactly. I’ve always imagined it’d be like that. Soft and slow. But I’m honestly terrified I’ll never know how to start if I ever get the chance.”
“You could always practice on someone safe first,” I blurted. “You know, a friend or something.”
I felt my cheeks flush hot. I tried to laugh it off, but Molly looked straight at me, her eyes wide, searching mine like she was trying to figure out if I was serious.
“Like who?” she asked quietly. “Are you offering?”
I laughed nervously like it was a joke, but my heart was hammering, my stomach full of butterflies. This was Luke’s sister, for god’s sake. I wanted to laugh, to shrug it off, to pretend.
“I mean...yeah, if you wanted to. Just as a friend.”
She stared at me, her lips slightly parted. The soft shock on her beautiful face made my body begin to betray me even further. I’d never looked at Molly like that before, but now, sitting this close to her and talking about fucking, I couldn’t help but notice the way her breasts bulged against her hoody, the way her shorts only came down to the top of her thigh, the way her lips were wet with her saliva.
The idea of touching her was…something.
“Are you serious right now, Sarah? Because honestly, I can’t tell.”
I nodded, my breath shaky. “Yeah. I think so. I mean...if you want to. Like…if you need to, I mean.”
“That might be nice…” Molly breathed, looking down at herself. “But...I don’t know. Maybe first you should…see me?”
I swallowed, my throat dry. “See you?”
“Yeah. To see if you really want to.” A strand of delicate hair fell over her face. “I’ve never even been naked with another woman…”
I opened my mouth to respond, to reassure her, but before the words could fully form, she was lifting her hoody over her head.
Underneath, she was completely topless. No bra, nothing. Her skin was impossibly soft, flushed a light pink across the middle of her chest, maybe from nerves, maybe from the heat. Either way, her breasts were larger than I could have possibly imagined; full and round and heavy.
They were even larger than mine.
She looked at me, awaiting my response, but I couldn’t stop staring. It wasn’t just that they were big–it was the way they moved with each gentle breath she took as she watched me nervously for my reaction, the way the weight of them pulled slightly toward the sides when she shifted, so natural and full and…
…fucking hot.
“Molly,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You…you…have really fucking nice tits.” I laughed.
“You really think so?” she asked, her cheeks flushing, the controller sitting forgotten in her lap.
“Yes!” I reassured her. “Your body is incredible.”
“How can you be sure?”
I laughed again. “Maybe you should look in a mirror some time!”
“No,” Molly said, looking down at herself once more, gently cupping the bottom of her breasts, her fingers very close to her nipples. “I mean how can you be sure when you haven’t seen all of me yet…?”
The way hot and sweet blend in this one is so beautiful!
Just read your talking or whatever you call it, and yes I enjoyed it too!!