I had known my friend Carla for over eighteen months, and while I had always acknowledged to myself that she was an exceptionally attractive person, I had never felt anything sexual towards her. We used to chat for ages about men, and although she enjoyed the relationship she had with her boyfriend, I felt as though the passion had sizzled out of my relationship, and briskly ended it.
One day, Carla flippantly joked that she would show me what good sex was, but as I was used to her talking in overtly sexual ways, this comment was taken with a pinch of salt, and the friendship continued.
A few months later, we were on a night out with a few other girlfriends, and me and Carla were on the dancefloor as usual, when she suddendly kissed me. While I was somewhat taken aback, I did nothing to resist - indeed I actually quite enjoyed the feeling of her soft mouth on mine. Somewhere, fleetingly I considered what our other friends must be thinking of us kissing in the middle of the dancefloor, but as I said, the thought was fleeting. Throughout the course of the night we kissed several more times, and by this time I was really into it, and wanted more.
As it happened, that night remained closed to further opportunity, but by this point the seed had been planted.
As the weeks passed, subtleties in the conversation gradually led to more brazen talk about spending the night together.
I found myself embroiled in fantasies that often encouraged me to masturbate, while other times assisted me to orgasm on forbidden thoughts alone! I knew that until I experienced what her kiss had hinted at, I wouldn't be able to get back to life as I knew it.
Finally we arranged that I would go to her house one night. After anticipating what was about to happen for so long, I began to have doubts as to whether I would be able to go through with it - after all, she was experienced with men and women, whereas I had never been with a woman before. All of my insecurities surged to the surface, however I knew that if I didn't go through with it I would regret it.
When I arrived there was a mild undercurrent of awkwardness in the air, but a couple of glasses of wine soon relaxed me, and we sat and made small-talk for a couple of hours. I was becoming conscious that time was ticking on and that if one of us didn't make a move soon it might never happen, so I moved closer to her, and asked her if still wanted to go ahead with what we had planned. She stroked my hair, smiled her lovely smile and nodded yes.
At this point I was experiencing that feeling you get as a child about to go on a wild rollercoaster ride - very nervous but at the same time, overwhelmingly excited. I cupped her face gently and, deciding to take the initiative, kissed her. She responded, kissing me back ever so gently.
I placed my hand on her thighs and it felt so wonderful to touch such soft, feminine skin. We kissed for several minutes, neither of us wishing to rush the feeling - but slowly become familiar with each other's sensuality. Then Carla suggested that we go to her bedroom.
By this point I knew that I didn't want to turn back - I longed to know how it would feel to make love to Carla, to feel our bodies close together and to experience the pleasure that two women could give to each other.
In the bedroom we undressed and at first we simply cuddled each other for a few moments, which felt amazing in itself. I was surprised that I felt no pressure - safe in the arms of Carla I felt strangely at home.
The music was playing a kind of trancy-type tune that perfectly fitted the moment - I felt hypnotised. Gently, we began to explore each other's bodies. I caressed her breasts and softly kissed them, wanting more all the time.
The feeling of her hands roaming around me was sending me wild, but I tried to retain some control over what I was feeling. I was desperate for her to touch me in between my legs, already aware that I was wetter than I had ever been before, so when she finally moved her hand in that direction I was more than ready. I made no resistance as her fingers gently glided over my clit, and opened my legs further, welcoming every stroke.
All I wanted now was for her to put her fingers into my soaking wet pussy and satisfy this ravenous hunger inside of me, and in the hope that it would spur her on my fingers made their way in between her legs. I loved the feeling of her pussy - so different from the courseness of a man. Never having done this before I began to do what I hoped would feel good to her - what I imagined myself enjoying.
I felt her responding beneath my fingers, and this excited me further. I knew that by now I was so wet that I would accept anything that she wished to do to me, but still felt so secure in the knowledge that this was a gentle, intimate kind of love-making, and that no matter what happened I would be happy.
Carla continued to expertly move her fingers in a new way inside of me, and soon I could take no more and felt the rhythmic contractions of my first orgasm starting. Soon after, Carla came too, and we both lay together quietly in post-orgasmic closeness.
By this time it was the early hours of the morning, and I was aware that we had to be up rather early, but couldn't fall asleep. I wanted to repeat the experience again, and began to feel stirings inside of me again. I felt somewhat greedy as I knew that Carla was beginning to fall asleep, but couldn't help myself, and pursued my desires. I also knew that I still had to taste her before I would feel truly satisfied, so began rubbing my legs inside hers in the hope that she would respond. Thankfully she did, and soon I found myself moving down over her, my mind racing as I anticipated what lay ahead.
I lowered my head and found her clit, still wet from before, and began to softly nuzzle around it. I gradually dared to taste what I was nuzzling, and was pleasantly surprised and turned my nuzzle into gentle licks. Carla began to make gentle noises noises suggestive of pleasure, so sofly yet they were like music to my ears. It didn't take much more before I felt her rubbing herself up against my mouth, which greedily accepted more. Within seconds it was all over, and my heart sank as I thought for a moment that she may not wish to return the favour, but then she kindly did and I found myself in ecstasy once again.
We fell asleep close to each other, although each time I woke in the night I longed to wake her with me, but didn't dare.
The morning came all too quickly and we rose not lovers but friends again. As I was leaving I wondered which was the correct way to say goodbye after a night like that, but then she simply gave me a peck on the cheek, which could never have been enough, but I made do. I also wondered whether anything would ever happen again between us.