I was feeling depressed. My latest bloke, Dan, had just dumped me after a three year relationship because he decided I wasn't 'the one'. I'd done the standard moping, trying to figure out what was wrong with me and coming up with the usuals; thighs too fat, too talkative, shagged on the first date – but surprisingly enough it had failed to make me feel any better. There was only one thing for it. I called my best friend Liz and asked her to come round that evening with a sloppy film, some tissues and a tub of Haagen Dazs. Little did I know that she was going to make me feel a lot better by the time the night was outÂ…

She turned up shortly after I got home from work. I'd just got out of the shower, and answered the door wearing nothing but a bath towel.
'Bloody typical. I struggle to get here on time with ice cream and champagne and you can't even bother to be ready for me!' Liz smiled at my attire. 'Still, I always said you had great legs so getting a flash is fine. You going to get your kit on then?'
She came in and I went to my bedroom, pulled on a big T-shirt and jeans and joined her in the front room, just in time to watch her popping the cork of the champagne.

'To mates.' She toasted. 'It may be breaking the mate rules, but I always reckoned you were too good for Dan. Get this down you.'
I lifted the glass to my lips and savoured the bubbles bursting in my mouth. 'I haven't eaten yet so this is going to go to my head.' I warned.
'Like I haven't seen you pissed before! We can always order a pizza later. Now, sit down, watch this and start eating.'

She handed me a tub of Pralines and Cream Haagen Dazs and moved to the VCR. 'I couldn't get anything really sloppy so I went for this instead.' She held up a copy of Gladiator. 'Figured that all those sweaty blokes wearing bugger all would be good for you!'
We curled up on the sofa and settled into a video-fest.

Throughout the film, we were making crude comments every time someone came on screen bare-chested. The comments got lewder as the evening progressed and the champagne flowed. She kept topping up my glass and before too long I started to feel distinctly tipsy.

'So what did you see in him anyway?' Liz asked. 'As far as I could see he was some Neanderthal bore who was obsessed with his job.'
'Yes,' I admitted, 'but he was great in bed.'
'So's a vibrator… and you don't need to do anything more than keep it in batteries.' Liz had been single for six months and frequently espoused the virtues of her battery-driven friend.
'Fair enough, but you can't get good head from a vibrator.'
'Well, there is that tongue shaped one but...''Eugh...' we chorused as one.
'Come on, even you can't think that a vibrator's better than a man at oral!'
'Who needs a man for that?' Liz had had some lesbian experiences at university and freely admitted she'd enjoyed them but 'needed cock and couldn't be doing with female neuroses.'

I'd never gone further than the odd snog but had to admit the idea held some appeal.
'So are birds really better than blokes at it?' I was pissed enough to let my curiosity get the better of me.
'Too right! No stubble and girls know what to do without all that 'left a bit, right a bit' bollocks. You should try it.' She glanced at me and for a moment our eyes met. I was shocked by the thrill that went through me. Liz was a very attractive woman; blonde, slim and with a great pair of tits I'd often envied. I'd just never thought of her in that way before.

'More fizz?' she asked, seemingly oblivious to my feelings.'We're out.' I waved the empty bottle at her.
'You think I'd come unprepared?' She vanished into the kitchen and appeared back in the doorway seconds later.'Ta-da!' She held up another bottle of champagne.
'How did you afford that?''Just got my bonus – anyway, you're my best mate, you're down, we should be celebrating you ditching that loser - and there's nothing champagne can't cure! Your turn to open it though.

She handed me the bottle and I popped the cork, watching it fizz over the top of the bottle and into my lap.'Don't waste it!' she said, pushing a glass up to the top of the bottle.'Sorry.'
'No probs – I can always lick it off later!'
'Maybe you can.' I said. Liz looked surprised. We'd always flirted but I'd been attached before. Tonight things seemed different – more serious.

I can't remember whose idea it was but at some stage we decided the best way to get over a man was to tell a load of men that they were scum. Pissed and giggly, we sat in front of my computer, connected up the webcam that had come free with the computer and angled it down so our faces weren't visible but our bodies were.

We searched for 'live webchats' and before too long we'd found a site where we could see people getting frisky and show them our own webcam pictures. We typed in 'Two lesbians looking for a man to give them what they want.' and before too long we were besieged by messages.

The first we read was from a man claiming to be '24, gorgeous and well-endowed.' We accepted the call and were shown a fat forty year old bloke giving us a prime view of his beer belly and stumpy cock which he was wanking for the camera.
'Now's the time for revenge!' said Liz. She started typing.'We're not surprised you're resorting to the internet for sex. With a gut like that, I'd be surprised if you could get a real woman.' She clicked send and we watched his cock shrink as he read the message.
We giggled. 'Next!' she said.

We selected 'Italian stallion who knows what real women want.' He was the same as the previous bloke but with more body hair.
'I know what my girlfriend likes.' Liz typed. 'Do you?'
'His reply came back rapidly, misspelled and pathetic.'She want cock. All womne do wen they see my big cokc. I cum for you.'
We watched as he started to jerk off and I fired back our response.
'We thought you said it was big? Call that a cock? I've seen acorns that are bigger.'
We cut him off before he could reply.

'This one looks interesting.' I said. The message read 'If you're really lesbians, Cat and Leah would like to chat.''Sounds good to me.' Said Liz. I clicked 'connect' and we were presented with an image of two pairs of tits.
'Nice tits.' I typed. Liz looked surprised. 'Didn't know you were into that sort of thing.' she said.'Never say neverÂ…' I smiled and our eyes met again. I was getting hornier by the second.The computer pinged.
'So you going to show us yours then?' Cat and Leah were getting impatient.
Liz looked at me. 'I will if you will.'
I pulled my T-shirt over my head and my tits appeared in our webcam window. I couldn't help looking at Liz and felt my clit twitch as she pulled off her tight top and unfastened her white bra to reveal her big, yet surprisingly pert tits.

I was pleased to note her nipples were pink, without doubt my fantasy preference. Our webcam window was now filled with our naked tits and I was feeling aroused at the thought that a couple of lesbians were looking at them.
'Nice.' Came the reply. 'Can you touch each other?' We watched as the women on screen started to tease each other's nipples and it seemed rude not to oblige.

I groaned as I felt Liz's fingers gently tease me, and moved my hand over to her breasts, feeling myself get wet as I her nipple hardened at my touch.
'You're giving me the horn.' she said.
'Glad it's not just me…'She leant over and kissed me, gently at first, then harder, slipping her tongue deep into my mouth when she felt my tongue flicker tentatively over her lips. The computer pinged again.
'You two are gorgeous. Can we see more?''Only if we can…' Liz typed. We watched the computer screen avidly as the women stood up and spread their lips so that we could see their fingers fucking each other.

Liz looked uneasy. 'We can stop if you like, or…'
'We could have some fun.' I peeled off my jeans and stood in front of her wearing nothing but a black cotton thong.
'Are you sure?' she asked. 'You're gorgeous but I don't want to take advantage. You are pissed.''Not that pissed.' I said, and moved my hand to her thigh. 'You're beautiful and I've always liked the idea. At least with you I know that you won't hate me if I bail!'

That was all she needed. She slipped off her skirt and stood in front of me wearing nothing but her heels and a tiny pair of knickers.
'What do you want?' she asked.The computer pinged again.
'Can you touch each other's cunts for us?
''I'm really wet.' I said. 'I'd love you to touch me.'
She needed no more encouragement. She pulled my knickers aside and slid a finger up my cunt. I pushed my hips forward, urging her on. My juices dripped onto her hand at the combination of the feeling and the thoughts racing through my head. The difference in feeling, her soft finger with its sharp nail was so different from everything I'd had before. I knew I wanted more – and I knew I wanted to make her come.

I traced my hand gently down her side, brushing her soft arm-hairs, feeling the goose pimples rise, then moving down to her waist. I couldn't resist slipping a hand onto her tight arse, pulling her close to me, then heard her groan and moved my hand between her thighs, wanting to feel her excitement. I wasn't disappointed. Her clit was hard and as I traced my fingers down to her lips, I felt her warm juices and knew she wanted it as much as I did.

My confidence was growing. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear 'I want to taste you.'
'I want you to. But firstÂ…' she turned the computer off. 'Let's get rid of them – we don't need an audience. I've wanted you for a long time but I didn't think you'd be interested - you were always with Dan. If you're sure you're OK with this.'
'I want you.' I groaned.

She dropped to her knees, pulled my knickers off and put her tongue on my clit. As she started lapping gently, I gripped on to the computer desk, knowing that otherwise I was in serious danger of collapsing with pleasure.
'You taste so good.' Liz looked up at me, her eyes glazed with lust and mouth wet with my juices. My cunt was getting wetter by the second and as she slid her tongue into my waiting hole, I thought I'd die from pleasure. She slid two fingers up my cunt and began massaging me from the inside while her lips teased my clit. I couldn't resist and came into her mouth, my cunt pulsing more than it ever had before. She eagerly lapped up my juices, then pulled me to the sofa.

She poured us another glass of champagne while I sat down and recovered. Even though I'd come, I was still feeling incredibly horny, not least at the thought of what I wanted to do to her. She sat next to me and stroked my hair.
'Are you sure that was OK?' she asked. I leant over and kissed her, tasting my own juices on her tongue and leaving her with no doubt that I wanted her as much as she wanted me.
'But now it's your turn…' Taking a mouthful of champagne, I moved down to her clit. I'd tried this trick with men before and thought she'd appreciate it too. Sucking her clit gently into my mouth, I let her feel the bubbles bursting on her soft skin. Her gasp let me know that she liked it. I swallowed down the champagne, savouring the taste of her juices mingled with the cool alcohol, then ran my tongue over her clit. I felt it stiffen under my tongue and paid particular attention to the hood, knowing that I wanted to keep her from coming until I'd had a chance to enjoy her properly.

Her juices trickled onto my chin and I moved back to look her in the eye.'Am I doing OK?'
I slid two fingers up her swollen cunt as I asked the question and the spasm around my fingers let me know that I was.
'More.' she begged. I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them languorously, tasting her juices and getting my fingers wet enough to slide into her sopping cunt.
'Like this?'I asked. I slid them into her, bending over to lick her clit as I fucked her cunt with four fingers. She pushed her hips up forcing my fingers into her right up to the knuckles. I licked her faster, letting my tongue drift ever so gently over the tip of her clit.'Coming, I'm coming.' She gasped and I gave my first female orgasm, covering my face with juice and pulsing tightly around my fingers.

Once her spasms started to subside, I moved my fingers out of her and licked them clean, looking her in the face as I did it.'Better than a vibrator?' I asked.
'You know it was!' I moved up and we held each other, the smell of sex still lingering in the air.

I worried it would affect our friendship but we're still the best of mates - and now we're occasional lovers if we're in the mood. At some stage, when one of us has a boyfriend, I'm sure we'll have to stop. But until then, we're both enjoying being 'just good friends.'