1. Helping Her Explore Her Attraction


    Date: 4/20/2017, Categories: First Time, Author: videxpert3, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    We both knew that this was not a “Forever Love.” It was not going to be an “until death do us part” kind of relationship. We were both young nineteen year olds, exploring life and tasting its carnal pleasures. This is not to mean that we didn’t love each other. We did. We were lovers and friends, with an unspoken agreement to be there for each other - which is why I listened intently and sympathetically when Corey confessed to me. “I don’t know what to do,” she blurted, “I am so attracted to my friend Jesse. Every time I am around her, I find myself aroused. Should I tell her? What if she gets angry? What if it ends our friendship? What if she tells everyone that I am a lesbian?” The first thing I thought was, "Okay, well that explains why some things didn’t happen in bed." Corey and I had lost our virginities with each a year ago. In the past year, we had tried all kinds of positions and techniques, but she never had an orgasm. She said that she received a lot of pleasure when we had sex, but she didn’t ever have an orgasm. Let me amend that statement: She said a few times she thought she might have had an orgasm. However, even though I was young and inexperienced, I still knew that if you only thought you had an orgasm, you probably didn’t. Maybe the reason that she didn’t have an orgasm was because I wasn’t the gender that she was attracted to. Corey went on, “And you might find this crazy, but when I see the back of her neck, I get…I get wet!” Hearing her longing to ...
    become physically involved with her friend and hearing her fear of taking the first step, I resolved to help her even though my actions might mean that I could lose her. It was the end of the summer, the last day before we were all going back to school. The next day, Corey and Jesse were going to be leaving for their college in the Midwest. I would be going back to my school in New England. The three of us decided to have one last boat ride together, complete with some bottles of wine. Corey picked me up at my house and Jesse was already in the car in the front passenger seat. I scooched myself into the back seat of Corey’s beat up Volkwagen bug. We started off for the marina. Now at this point, I should describe the two women. My friend Corey was five foot six with dirty blonde hair. She was a part-time clothing model in New York and her figure was absolutely perfect. Jesse, on the other hand, was five foot eight and had long black hair, a luminously white skin on a body that was voluptuous if not pleasantly plump. As we got to the highway and stopped for the red light, I noticed that Jesse’s hair was pulled away to one side and that the back of her neck was exposed maybe a foot away from me. “Jesse, you have such a beautiful neck,” I declared and I slowly reached out to stroke it with the back of my fingers. Upon my touching her neck, Jesse released a husky moan. I could see Corey checking my move as she glanced at the rearview mirror. From the corner of my eye, I could see ...
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