| Lesbian: True Stories: Best Friends, Forever (1/4) |
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Jessica and I had been friends for a couple months, good friends. We would spend almost every waking moment with each other, and when not possible to be physically near one another, we would be texting from our cell phones. The friendship had begun as any normal friendship would; she would come to my house occasionally and we would hang out, watch some television or play some video games. But then things became clearer as time progressed. I was so attracted to her that it was painful, almost unbearable, to look at her without wanting to pounce and pin her to the ground. Jessica was absolutely stunning. She had long, dark brown hair and dark eyes. Her skin was flawless, soft and tanned. Her smile was mesmerizing, and her voice was a turn-on in itself. Her body was simply perfect: muscular arms and a beautiful figure. She was a volleyball player, very athletic and very in shape. I'd see her after she'd come home from practice, her toned legs flexing with every step that she took, her full, tight ass looked so sexy in her spandex shorts. Sometimes she would ask me for a shirt to change into, and she'd peel off her uniform revealing a flat, muscular stomach and small, pert breasts. My pussy would dampen at the thoughts that raced through my mind. Oh, what I would do to her if she'd only let me! One day, about two or three months after we met, I received a phone call. It was Jessica, I picked up on the first ring. After a couple minutes of casual conversation, she mentioned something that sparked my interest greatly. "I had a dream last night, you were in it," she told me. "Oh, did you?" I laughed, trying to hide the nervous stutter I felt I was beginning to develop. "Yeah... I was talking to one of my old best friends and you were getting jealous. And then you kissed me." My heart fluttered a little, and my breath caught short in my throat. I didn't know how to respond to that, I was hoping she wasn't disgusted by the thought, because I was so turned on! I said the first thing that I could think of that wouldn't give away my burning desire for what was in between her legs. "Um, really?" I slapped myself in the head for that one. 'Um, really?' Way to sound enthused, Jillian! "Yeah..." She sighed, I think at this point we were both waiting for the other to say what we wanted to say ourselves. "You know," she started, "I don't think you were a very good kisser." She laughed. Now, I wasn't about to let some girl tell me I was a bad kisser. What did she know? "Oh yeah?! I know I'm not!" I was gathering a little confidence as I continued. "How about I prove myself to you?" "You want to?" She began to sound just as excited as I was, which egged me on even more. "Yeah, I do." We laughed at that, though I knew more then anything that I wanted to just show her what I had to offer. That night as I lay in bed, I began to think about the next time I would see her. I thought about how I'd wrap my arms around her neck, and softly push my lips into hers, |
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