1. My best friend


    Date: 2/23/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Female/Female, First Time, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: mobile lust, Rating: 91.5, Source: sexstories.com

    I had met Peter in my late teens, he was my first boyfriend, he took my virginity, we had been together for many, many years. Sex was very average, it wasn’t until the explosion of erotic fiction onto the book market that I started to realise how crap he actually was. Sex was often uncomfortable, I never climaxed, he continually wanted me to suck him off but never gave me oral. He introduced me to porn later on in our relationship, I must confess I never could get into it but what did seem to turn me on was girl on girl action. My pussy would become wet, for the sake of my sanity, it was easier to suggest a porn film with lesbian action, me to put myself on all fours, watching it, while he happily banged away. I still never came but at least my cunt became lubricated to accommodate him. I masturbated alone at every opportunity. When I was in my late thirties, I had a really good friendship with a lady called Lynn. We got on instantaneously on our first meeting, similar likes and dislikes and good company. I knew she was a lesbian and I confess some of my lonely masturbation sessions were helped along by closing my eyes and fantasising that Lynn was with me. We had been friends for many years and never once did she show any interest in me and to be honest how would I react if she did, probably run away in blind panic? My relationship with Peter was getting to the point where one of us needed to do something about it. Sex didn’t happen thank goodness, he was working all hours ...
    and the rest of the time he was out socialising with his rugby mates. I was discontented and lonely, feeling finally that this relationship could not carry on, we lived together but that was no longer an excuse and it was time I did something about it. Peter had gone away on a rugby weekend and Lynn knew I was alone and invited me to supper on the Saturday night. She was an excellent cook, so armed with a couple of bottles of good wine, I drove to her home looking forward to a relaxed evening with my friend. The food had been delicious, having finished puddings and cleared away, we moved to the lounge area, flopping down on the sofa to continue the second bottle of wine. ‘You’re not yourself tonight. What’s going on with you, is it that useless article, Peter again?’ Lynn asked. I sighed deeply, ‘Oh Lynn, you know me too well. I really cannot stay living with him any longer. We are with each other purely out of habit and it isn’t doing either of us any good.’ ‘Do you love him?’ she enquired. ‘Hell no, the love died a long time ago. Actually, I don’t even know if you’d call it love. Teenage lust probably. I am really no longer attracted to him, our sex life doesn’t happen and wasn’t any good when we did!’ I complained. ‘How…..what…..do you mean?’ Lynn pushed. ‘Well, he took my virginity, had no idea what foreplay was, expected me to suck him off but wouldn’t reciprocate and as for an orgasm for me, he wouldn’t know what one was! Oh my god Lynn, I’m sorry to be so blunt, I can’t ...
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