1. My Best Friend Gemma


    Date: 11/17/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: bisaurus, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    taking in every last bit of detail, as I hadn't able to for the past few weeks: her golden locks, her freckled face, her soft brown eyes, the small, barely visible scar on her chin she got when she fell whilst cheerleading in high school, her large, pale breasts, still covered by layers upon layers of clothing I was itching to remove. Standing half naked before her, suddenly self-conscious, I almost wanted to cover myself up. “No, don’t,” she said softly, lifting my hands off my breasts. “They’re beautiful.” And as if to prove that to me, she cupped the both of them with her hands, and pinched my nipples. I drew in a breath. “Your nipples are hard,” she whispered into my ear, and took off her coat, her sweater, her skirt, her shoes. She had on that black bra her ex-boyfriend bought her last Christmas that was so small it barely covered up her nipples. She was wearing white lace tights and a red thong. Intentionally wanton, but it worked on me, and she knew it. She bit her lip, only acting her part as the lustful lover. But still I let her push me onto the sofa, spread open my legs, straddle me, and slip her fingers down my panties. Her lips curled into a smile as she fingered me. “Oh, you’re wet.” I closed my eyes, and bit my lip to suppress a moan as she rubbed my clit faster and faster. Finally I could not help it anymore. I reached down and pushed her fingers into my pussy. She smiled knowingly and started penetrating me. With two at first, then three – steadily, then ...
    with more urgency. I arched my back, grasping the edge of the leather sofa as I felt myself coming close to an orgasm. And there it was. I could feel the tremble from my core to the toes on my feet. I was biting my lips so hard I could almost taste the blood on my lips, but at that moment there was no holding back. I screamed and gasped out her name, a desperate prayer. She leaned down on me, her fingers wet from my cum, unceasing in her fingering. Slowing down now, however, just soothingly rubbing my pussy. “Hush now, my dear,” and effectively shut me up with kisses, on my mouth, on my nipple, and a final one on my lower lip, a lick. I covered my sweat-gleaned face with an arm, my breath still shaky from the orgasm. “Where have you learnt all this?” I asked, turning my head over to look at her. She curled up next to me, as if we were just in another slumber party. Sucking the remnants of my juice from her fingers, she said, “The past two weeks, I watched a fuck-ton of lesbian pornography.” “But I thought…” Suddenly serious, she said, “Anything for you, Penny.” It was at that moment, watching her staring at the ceiling of my apartment, her fingers on her stomach still wet with my cum, that I thought I would never love anyone as much as I loved my best friend Gemma. I got up, dripping with cum, and crawled across the floor until I reached between her legs. “Let me get down on you,” I plead. She sat up, and watched me remove her red thong. My eyes never once left hers. I rested ...
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