It was Friday afternoon and the school day was finally over again. Emma waited outside in the schoolyard. She was looking forward to the weekend. Her parents were away this weekend and her older brother no longer lived at home. Tonight her best friend Taylor would come to stay with her. They did that often. Things like having dinner together, watching a movie, and of course talking about girly topics.
Emma and Taylor weren’t in class together. She and Taylor choose different subjects. Aside from school they also knew each other from the same neighborhood and lived only a few hundred meters away from each other. A neighborhood for the richer people. Their parents knew each other well, but they weren’t close friends like Emma and Taylor.
While she was lost in thoughts about what they were going to do tonight, two boys walked by. “Would you like to come with us Emm?” said one of the boys. She ignored them.
Those annoying boys are always desperate to get my attention. Taylor might like them, but I don’t…… She thought as she waited for Taylor.
She and Taylor had quite different tastes in boys. While Emma preferred the quieter boys, Taylor preferred to hang out with the tough ones. Of course, the guys Taylor fell for looked good, but Emma rarely felt comfortable with them. She was still a virgin and she wanted to do it with someone she felt comfortable with. She wanted a stable relationship and not to be dumped after having sex once. Emma knew Taylor wasn’t a virgin anymore, because she already slept with three boys. She could laugh and listen to Taylor’s stories with excitement, but she still didn’t always feel comfortable afterward.
What would my first time be like? Would it hurt, or would it feel very good, just like fingering myself? Emma wondered from time to time.
Suddenly Taylor stood in front of her. “What are you thinking about?” Taylor asked. “Nothing. Let’s have a great time together!” replied Emma. They walked to the bus station. They didn’t have to wait long for the bus, because the bus arrived quite quickly. Emma got in first. As Emma got in, Talor looked at Emma’s beautiful ass. For a long time, Taylor was the prettiest, but recently Emma’s body started to take on more and more beautiful shapes.
Taylor realized that she had competition from Emma, especially now that she heard that Emma was becoming more popular with the boys.
Fortunately, Emma remained somewhat insecure, Taylor thought.
As they walked to the back of the bus, they were noticed by three boys they didn’t know. It was clear that the boys were visibly impressed with their appearance. Taylor was used to the stares, but the question was whether Emmaeven noticed.
Emma and Taylor took their seats at the back of the bus.
“So, which of the three do you think is the most handsome?” Taylor asked. It was clear that once again her best friend hadn’t been paying attention.
“Sorry, but what are you talking about?” Emma asked hurriedly.
Taylor started laughing, “It doesn’t matter girl, but I was referring to those guys a few places in front of us who were staring at us.”
“Oh, that…..” Emma sighed. She looked at Taylor and shook her head with a grin on her face: “Is that really all you can think about?!”
“Well, not always but most of the time, yes!” assured Taylor. “I love handsome boys and more when the time is right….” She was teasing Emma because she knew that Emma was sometimes quite uncomfortable when it came to boys. “I think that handsome dark boy is something for you,” said Taylor.
Emma looked ahead at the boys sitting a few seats in front of them. They were busy talking to each other but occasionally looked back and made eye contact with Emma and Taylor.
“I think you’re right, he is definitely more into me than you,” Emma chuckled. “He also seems the friendliest to me. You can have the ‘wannabe toughs’.”
Taylor felt a little taken aback. She gave a quick smile to her friend.
They got out. As they had done for years, they continued walking arm in arm. From the bus stop, it was a five-minute walk to Emma’s house. As soon as the bus passed by, they saw the three boys behind their bus window saying things and making vulgar gestures. Emma and Taylor looked at each other and started laughing.
Along the way, Taylor tripped over a pebble and sprained her ankle. She almost dragged Emma into her fall.
“Ouchh, that really hurts!” Taylor groaned in pain. She had tears in her eyes.
“Ohh no Taylor, oh my god. Are you alright? Can you still walk or do I need to call for help?!”
Taylor felt awkward, but luckily no one had seen it. And the passing cars just kept on driving. “I think it’s okay.” She stood up and quickly picked up her bag. She felt the shooting pain in her right ankle. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and grabbed Emma by the arm and wanted to stagger away.
“Tayl… Are you OK?” There was a worried undertone in Emma’s voice. That was typical Emma: The concerned girl who always wanted the best for the people around her. She didn’t want to become a doctor for nothing.
“It’s just my ankle Emm, come on let’s go! I just want to go to your house and we’ll see what happens there.”
Always wanted to be the tough, stubborn girl…. Even if she dies in pain, Emma thought.
After a few hundred meters of stumbling and slight groans of pain from Taylor, they finally arrived at Emma’s house. Now all they had to do was walk across the driveway to the front door. That was not easy because the driveway was made of gravel. Emma decided to walk across the lawn towards the house with her friend. At the end of the lawn, they only had to cross the gravel another three meters at most. That had to work, right? To avoid further straining her sore ankle, Taylor limped the last bit to the front door, supported by Emma.
Emma took the keys from her vest and opened the front door. She grabbed Taylor’s bag and placed it in the hallway along with hers.
“Come to the living room, which is closest and you can sit there right away.”
She guided Taylor to the corner sofa of the chicly furnished living room. Taylor took a seat in the corner of the sofa and swung her legs onto it. She took off her flat dress shoes and threw them on the floor. She carefully took off her right sock. Her ankle was clearly a bit swollen. Luckily it didn’t hurt too much when she pressed it.
Almost automatically, Emma knelt at Taylor’s feet and gently took Taylor’s right foot. Taylor’s foot felt nice in Emma’s hands. Wonderfully soft and slightly sticky due to sweat. For a moment she felt the urge to smell it, but she quickly continued to investigate further. She carefully felt the ankle and lower leg.
“Well, it’s not broken. I put some ice on it first to cool it and then some ointment against the swelling,” Emma said firmly. “I am going to the kitchen to get a bag of ice and also bring us something to drink. What would you like?”
“I wouldn’t say no to a glass of dry white wine to recover from the shock.”
“Good idea! Then I’ll join you.”
Emma went to the kitchen. There she grabbed two wine glasses in the kitchen cupboard above the counter. She took an opened bottle of Chardonnay from the American refrigerator. Because there wasn’t much wine left in the bottle, she poured glasses half full.
And of course, she shouldn’t forget the ice for Taylor’s foot. She knew that the ointment was in the bathroom. But that shouldn’t be a problem.
It would probably be better to put ice on Taylor’s ankle first anyway, Emma thought.
So, she took a zip bag from one of the kitchen drawers and put in a handful of ice cubes that she grabbed from the freezer. To make it more comfortable for Taylor, she wrapped a towel around it so it wouldn’t feel too cold. Emma grabbed everything in her hands and walked back to the living room.
She was almost there and then she heard: “OH, OHW, UH, YES, Please fuck me harder yeahhh!” Emma hurried over and in the living room, she saw Taylor stretched out on the couch with a remote control in her hands, watching porn on her parent’s new plasma TV.
“WTF are you doing?” Emma shouted at Taylor. “I thought let’s turn on the TV and without doing anything special this came on the screen,” Taylor said calmly with a grin on her face.
Emma hurriedly set the wine glasses down on the coffee table and threw the towel with ice in it at Taylor.
“Give that to me,” Emma said, pointing to the remote control.
But Taylor quickly grabbed the remote with her other hand and held it well out of Emma’s reach. “So tell me who is the pervert here in this house?”
“I assure you that I am not,” Emma answered, somewhat irritated. “Now turn that off please!”
“If you insist… I rather like it. Something different from those dull and predictable series,” said Taylor with mock disappointment in her voice. “But, have it your way then.”
She reluctantly gave the remote control to Emma, after which Emma quickly switched to Netflix.
“Well, in that case, you can take good care of my sore ankle.” Taylor stretched her leg and pointed her bare foot at Emma while holding up the towel with ice.
In a kind of automatism, Emma grabbed the towel with ice and pressed it on Taylor’s ankle. She carefully sat down on the couch and lowered Taylor’s leg. After they sat like that for a minute, Taylor said, “That feels better… You’re sure to be a great doctor. But for now, I could use a good foot and ankle massage.”
“I wouldn’t know how to do that and besides, I think it’s gross,” Emma quickly lied.
“Come on, be a big girl and take care of me or our weekend will be ruined..”
Despite hesitation, Emma removed the ice towel from Taylor’s ankle. Gently cradling Taylor’s foot in her hands, Emma began to massage the foot muscles, her touch both tender and deliberate. It felt awkward for a moment, but the tension in Taylor’s features eased as Emma’s skilled fingers worked their magic, drawing soothing patterns along the contours of the injured ankle.
“Does that feel okay?” Emma asked as she lifted her gaze from Taylor’s foot.
A nod from Taylor confirmed the relief spreading through her, both physically and emotionally. She didn’t dare to express too explicitly how much she liked it since Emma already didn’t like the fact that she set up a porn channel.
“You know what, Taylor?” Emma said after a while, her beautiful brown eyes bright with a new idea. “I know that warm water can do wonders for sore muscles. How about we head to the pool? You know we have a whirlpool out there, and I remember my mom keeping some soothing ointment in the bathroom by the pool. It might be just the thing for your ankle.”
Taylor considered the suggestion, she was thinking about her still-tender ankle but also intrigued by the prospect of finding relief in the warm, bubbling waters of the whirlpool. “That sounds amazing, Emm. Let’s give it a try. But I’ll leave my shoes and socks here,” and she took off her left shoe and sock.
With the decision to try the whirlpool, Taylor carefully rose from the comfort of the living room couch.
“Hey, let me help you,” Emma offered, understanding the challenge her friend faced.
She walked alongside Taylor, providing a supportive arm as they made their way to the pool area. Emma’s mind was already considering the practicalities of the night. There was no bed on the ground floor and the couch was certainly not comfortable for sleeping. She knew that reaching the guest room on the first floor was a bit of a trek, for someone with an injured ankle.
Together, they made their way to the pool area. The pool area was dimly lit, casting a soft glow on the water’s surface. As they approached the whirlpool, the sound of bubbling water welcomed them. However, a realization struck Emma just before they reached the water’s edge.
“Hey, Taylor,” Emma began, a thoughtful expression on her face. “I just remembered, I only have one spare bikini left in here. You didn’t bring any swimwear, right? You should borrow mine I guess, but it’s a thong bikini. I hope you don’t have any problems with it, otherwise, I’ll have to go upstairs and see if I have anything for you there.”
Taylor’s face lit up with a bit of surprise.
“Oh, I didn’t even think about that. But it’s alright. Don’t bother anymore, thanks, Emm! That’s so sweet of you.”
“Well….,” Emma said with a warm smile, “I’ll change first, and you can use the bathroom after. I’ll get the bikini ready for you.”
Taylor settled on a pool lounger, appreciating Emma’s considerate gesture. As Emma disappeared into the bathroom to change, Taylor put her hands over her eyes and started to chuckle softly.
That will be a surprise for her and probably for me too, she thought.
Inside the bathroom, Emma quickly changed into her bikini, which was a bikini skirt.
She felt a little uncomfortable because Taylor would look more scantily clad than her. On the other hand, Taylor was always the least prudish of the two of them. Emerging from the bathroom, Emma found Taylor patiently waiting on the lounger.
“Your turn, Tay,” she said, handing over the spare bikini with a playful grin. “Do you need help or can you do it yourself?”
Taylor, grateful for Emma’s thoughtfulness, replied, “Thanks, Emm, but I think I’ve got it.” Despite the discomfort in her ankle, Taylor wanted to maintain a sense of independence, even in the small acts of changing into swimwear.
“In the meantime, I’ll get us something to drink and wait for you in the whirlpool,” said Emma.
Inside the bathroom, Taylor not only faced the challenge of changing with a sore ankle. The borrowed bikini from Emma also caused an uneasy feeling in her gut for a moment. Then she glanced in the mirror for the last time, adjusting the thong with a satisfied nod. She was ready to go to Emma in the whirlpool.
Emma, already seated in the whirlpool, savored the soothing warmth with her eyes closed. The gentle bubbles caressed her skin as she lost herself in the tranquil symphony of water and relaxation. The soft closing of the bathroom door caught her attention, signaling Taylor’s imminent arrival. Curiosity prompted Emma to open her eyes and she saw Taylor approaching, draped in the borrowed bikini.
But as Taylor got closer, Emma noticed a huge mop of pubic hair sticking out on either side of the thong. Emma tried hard not to stare because on the one hand, she thought it looked funny, and on the other hand she didn’t expect it from her best friend.
Some people look like they have pubic hair and some people don’t. How would Taylor feel at the moment, what did her ex-boyfriends think of it, or did she shave it off at the time? Emma thought. She found herself curious about the rest of what was now covered by the thong.
Taylor saw Emma looking but deliberately didn’t say anything. She carefully entered the whirlpool and held onto the railing. She decided to sit opposite Emma.
Slowly, Taylor lowered herself into the soothing warmth of the whirlpool. Once seated, she let out a sigh of relief as the warm water gently enveloped her sore ankle.
“To be honest, this bikini thong is quite comfortable, why don’t you wear it yourself and wear that skirt?” Taylor asked with a teasing undertone.
“Would you rather have worn the skirt? Besides, you said yourself that it feels quite comfortable,” replied Emma as she lifted her right foot out of the water, pointed it at Taylor, and curled her toes.
Taylor smiled and resolutely grabbed Emma’s foot and tickled the sole. “Tell me, bad girl, what have you got to hide?”
“Nothing! Nothing haha. Stop it! I can’t stand tickling,” Emma protested as Taylor tightened her grip on her foot.
With the nail of her index finger, Taylor made a smooth movement from the bottom of Emma’s sole to the border with the toes. A shudder went through Emma’s body, it didn’t tickle and it felt quite good.
“Funny, I always thought you had smaller feet than me, but I think they are the same size now,” Taylor said and she pulled her left foot out of the water and placed the sole of her foot against Emma’s.
And indeed both girls’ feet were about the same size, but Taylor’s sole was perhaps a little wider. The girls held their feet together and made circular movements while giggling.
“Nice game,” Emma said. “but I’m starting to get cramps and my leg and foot are getting cold.” She put her leg back into the warm water. Then she turned her head and grabbed the glasses of wine.
“Here you go, one for you,” as Emma offered Tylor a glass, “and one for me. Santé!”
“Cheers girl,” said Taylor back, and she took a sip. “When are you going to have sex? It’s clear that you like physical touches.”
“I uhhhh, I … .ehhm…” faltered Emma. “That’s none of your business, Taylor!” And she splashed some water towards Taylor’s face.
“Now don’t be silly!” Taylor said coldly with a mischievous grin on her face. “You have always been very curious yourself. And I have always been very open towards you.”
That was indeed true. Taylor was naturally very open about herself. And Emma always enjoyed hearing about what adventures she had had and what kind of boy she liked next. Yet Emma did not always feel comfortable when it came to sexuality. Partly because she was still a virgin, but also because she was naturally a bit prudish. She didn’t look at Taylor for a moment but looked at her glass and sipped some wine.
“Oh well, I just have to wait to meet the right person,” Emma said. “And I’m in no hurry.”
Taylor chuckled a bit but did not respond further. She placed her wine glass behind her on the edge of the whirlpool and moved her head back a little while closing her eyes. She enjoyed the bubbling warm water. She also lived in a large house, but her parents did not have an indoor swimming pool with a whirlpool. She thought back to the time she had done it with her first boyfriend in the bathroom under the shower. Of course, it was exciting to have sex there, but the shower head was too small for both of them, so they couldn’t enjoy a total hot water sensation. In that respect, a whirlpool or swimming pool would be more suitable. She got a little excited at the idea and dreamed away at those thoughts. Then she had to make sure Emma and her parents were gone. If Emma were home alone, that was fine too, but Emma had to be okay with it………..
Meanwhile, Emma was watching Taylor. At times she felt a bit embarrassed by Taylor and her own behavior. She always kept up the appearance of the good girl, but secretly also wanted to have sex and talk about it openly. She had enjoyed the touches with Taylor and wanted to go a little further, but did not dare to mention it further. Emma’s intimate moments went no further than self-gratification and occasionally watching porn. And certainly not watching porn in the living room. No, she didn’t dare! She did this safely on her laptop or on the TV in her bedroom where no one could see her.
Emma’s gaze moved from Taylor’s face down. She hoped to catch a glimpse of Taylor’s pubic hair again, but unfortunately, she couldn’t see anything due to the bubbling water.
She put her hand under her bikini skirt and felt there. Not wanting to get too carried away, she quickly stopped doing that to prevent Taylor from noticing anything. Emma also closed her eyes to enjoy the peace of the warm water.
The minutes ticked by and the girls sat motionless in the bubbling water.
Suddenly, Taylor’s stomach made a rumbling sound.
Emma opened her eyes and laughed. “Are you hungry? I wanted to go out for dinner tonight, but with your ankle, that’s not going to happen.”
“I don’t want to eat out. Do you have anything in the house that we can eat?” Taylor asked.
“Well, I still have pizza in the freezer, but it’s not healthy.”
“No, but it’s certainly delicious,” Taylor replied. “By the way, I don’t eat junk food that often, so I can enjoy it today.”
“It takes a while before we can eat because the oven needs to be heated up,” Emma said. “I suggest I change clothes first, so you can stay put for a while.”
Taylor nodded. Emma got up and got out of the whirlpool and walked towards the bathroom. Taylor took another look at her friend’s shapely ass.
In the bathroom, Emma saw Taylor’s clothes lying on a corner of the floor. Neatly folded and her underwear was on top. Logically, the hook where clothes could be hung was already occupied by Emma’s clothes. She was curious about the smell of Taylor’s underwear but suppressed her naughty desires.
So she quickly dried herself off and put her normal clothes back on. Emma grabbed the ointment from the cupboard under the sink and set it out for Taylor. When she started to walk out of the bathroom, Taylor came towards her.
“I thought you were probably done by now and voila. What timing, huh?”
“Certainly,” said Emma with a mock smile. “I have put the ointment on the sink for you and please apply it to your ankle. If you think you need it tonight, please take it with you.”
Taylor walked into the bathroom without saying anything back. It’s a good thing I didn’t do anything strange, otherwise I would be embarrassed, Emma thought.
She walked to the whirlpool and turned off the heating and bubble function. She grabbed the wine glasses and sat on the lounger to wait for Taylor.
Soon Taylor came out of the bathroom with the used bikini, but without the ointment.
“I assume this can be thrown in the dirty laundry?”
“Yes, certainly! Just give it to me,” said Emma. “You’re sure you don’t need any more ointment tonight?”
“No, my ankle feels a lot better already. It’s fine this way.”
Taylor also no longer needed support to walk, but you could tell it wasn’t easy for her. When she got close to the living room, she told Emma that she would like to sit down again and put on her socks.
“No problem,” Emma said. “I clean up the dirty dishes, wash up, and prepare something to eat. Let’s eat in the living room. Then we can watch TV in the meantime.”
Taylor crawled onto the couch and put on her socks. Her ankle no longer hurt as much, but was still sensitive at most. She picked up the remote control and smiled. She wanted to put porn back on, but that would probably irritate Emma again. She decided to put on a series on Netflix that she and Emma loved. Funnily enough, sex was included, but it was less explicit.
Taylor started to feel cold and grabbed a pair of slippers that were next to the couch. She had no idea who they belonged to, but she didn’t think having shoes on the couch was a good idea. Her feet immediately felt warmer and she grabbed a pillow from the couch and pressed it against her.
Emma came back with two glasses of water and sat next to Taylor.
“The pizzas are in the oven and they will be ready in fifteen minutes.”
“That’s great,” Taylor said. “And as you can see, I made myself comfortable and she looked at the slippers she had put on.”
Emma looked approving and Taylor pressed play on the remote. They watched for a while when Emma’s phone beeped.
“Ah,” she said. “The pizzas are ready. I’ll go get them. Be right back.”
Emma came back with two salami pizzas with extra cheese. The living room was quickly filled with that smell. They enjoyed the pizza and the Netflix series. After three hours of watching, with the necessary toilet visits and refilling of glasses in between, it was now almost 9 o’clock. It was starting to get dark outside.
Emma yawned and looked at Taylor.
“I’m starting to get a little sleepy and I don’t feel like falling asleep here. But I understand that you don’t want to go to bed yet.”
“No problem at all,” said Taylor. “We can also watch TV in your room, right?”
“Absolutely,” Emma replied and she turned off the TV.
She quickly grabbed the plates and glasses and took them to the kitchen to put in the dishwasher. When she wanted to walk back to the living room, Taylor was already waiting for her in the hall with her bag in her hands. Emma grabbed her bag and the girls went up the stairs to Emma’s bedroom.
Taylor grabbed her pajamas and toiletries from her bag.
“I’m going to put on my pajamas and brush my teeth,” and she walked to the bathroom next to Emma’s bedroom.
Emma grabbed her school supplies from her bag and put them away. She saw that she had received a text message from her mother and texted back. She closed the curtains. Then she took off, and folded her clothes and put on her nightgown. When she got into bed Emma grabbed the remote control from her bedside table.
Taylor came back in her blue pajamas and folded clothes. She closed the bedroom door behind her and put her clothes in the bag. She climbed onto the bed and took off the slippers.
“I’m also going to brush my teeth,” Emma said as she handed the remote control to Talor. “In the meantime, please put on a program that we can watch.”
When Emma returned, Taylor had put their Netflix series back on so they could continue looking where they left off. Emma crawled under the blanket next to Taylor.
“I thought we were going to watch some porn. You liked that, didn’t you?” Emma asked.
She took the remote control from Taylor’s hands and set it to an erotic channel. Taylor didn’t look at Emma but looked at the TV with a smile.
The large plasma screen showed a gangbang. Two girls were being pounded hard by several guys. There were alternating blowjobs, and pussies being licked and fucked. Emma turned up the volume a bit. The typical porn moans of the girls filled Emma’s bedroom. Emma and Taylor watched the TV in silence.
Taylor brought her right hand down and gently rubbed her pajama pants near her crotch. Meanwhile, would Emma do the same? Taylor was afraid to ask or admit that she felt like masturbating. She decided to put her left foot in contact with Emma’s right foot.
Emma suddenly felt a pair of warm sticky toes against her instep.
She knew that Taylor did that on purpose and shifted her body a little towards Taylor. The touch turned into a gentle rub and Emma brought her left foot to it. Taylor’s left foot was now stuck between Emma’s feet. The subtle rubbing of their feet continued for a moment until Emma and Taylor turned their faces towards each other. Taylor moved her face closer and with her right hand she stroked Emma’s hair and kissed her on the forehead.
Emma felt a tension in her stomach that she had never felt before and all kinds of thoughts flashed through her mind: I don’t want to have sex with my best friend, but I like this…I’m not a lesbian, but I like her touch. I don’t want anyone to find out about this. Or what if someone catches us?
It was as if Taylor sensed her and said: “I’m not a lesbian either, but we can enjoy each other, right? I saw you looking at my body this afternoon.”
“But I would like the bedroom door to be locked, just in case,” Emma whispered.
“Of course, girl.”
Taylor got out of bed to lock the bedroom door and Emma came out from under the blanket.
Emma was kneeling on the bed, nerves running through her body. When Taylor returned to the bed she took off the top of her pajamas, exposing her breasts. She carelessly threw her top on the floor. She motioned for Emma to come a little closer and like an obedient girl, Emma did so. Talor climbed onto the bed and the girls stood there on their knees facing each other.
“Now I want to see your breasts too,” Taylor said as she grabbed Emma’s nightgown and tried to take it off. Emma willingly helped.
They stared at each other’s breasts and Taylor took the initiative to start touching. She gently caressed the sides of Emma’s breasts. Emma’s mouth felt dry and she wanted to say something, but she couldn’t…
Instead, she felt Taylor’s breasts with her hands. Of course, like many girls, she had felt her own breasts many times, but this felt very different.
When Emma massaged Taylor’s nipples with her fingertips, she heard a loud moan. It wasn’t Taylor though but the porn on the TV that was still playing.
“Shall we shut it off?” Emma asked hesitantly. Taylor nodded and Emma turned around to grab the remote control.
She is now kneeling with her ass facing Taylor. As she reached for the remote control, she felt her slip being pulled down.
Emma’s buttocks were grabbed and she felt Taylor kiss her ass. When Emma tried to turn back around to turn off the TV, Taylor ripped the remote control out of her hands and turned off the TV herself. She gave Emma a light push, causing Emma to lie down. She saw Taylor looking at her pubic area.
“Wow, you have more hair there than I expected,” said Taylor giggling, “now I understand why you wore the bikini skirt.”
It gave Emma red blushes on her cheeks. A mixture of shame and excitement coursed through her. It was indeed true that that’s why Emma wasn’t wearing a thong and why should she? No one needed to see her hairy pussy and she didn’t feel like shaving or waxing. She had done that before, but it hurt and took up unnecessary time.
Taylor took off her pajama bottoms and her slip. She carefully leaned over Emma and kissed her on the mouth. Emma kissed her back somewhat hesitantly. Then Taylor’s head slowly lowered and she kissed Emma’s breasts. It made Emma’s nipples hard.
Taylor slowly moved a little further down with her head towards Emma’s pubic area.
“Relax a little sweetie,” Taylor said softly because she noticed that Emma was still a little tense. “Spread your legs, and enjoy the moment.”
Emma did as Taylor told her and she took a deep breath and exhaled softly. As she closed her eyes she felt Taylor kiss her pubic area. A few gentle kisses followed by nails moving through her bush of pubic hair.
Taylor lay down on her stomach with her face in front of Emma’s pussy. She grazed the inside of Emma’s thighs with her index fingers. She moved a little closer and could smell Emma’s pussy. Without being able to hear it clearly, Taylor sniffed in more of that smell.
Arousing! And it smells different from my pussy, Taylor thought.
Taylor started to caress the pubic hairs around Emma’s pussy with the tips of her fingers. Tingling went through Emma’s body, especially in her lower body. She noticed that she was starting to get wet, so she lifted her thighs a little to show that she wanted more.
Taylor stuck her tongue out a little and began to gently lick around Emma’s pussy lips. Emma’s hair tickled Taylor’s tongue, but it didn’t bother Taylor. In fact, it felt nice and the smell and taste were not unpleasant.
Emma noticed that she was starting to feel warm because of the wonderful warm and wet feeling between her legs. Suddenly it turned into a sensational stimulation that made her breathing faster. She had never felt anything like this before. She squeezed the blanket with her hands and tried to stifle moans. Taylor knew exactly how to stimulate Emma’s clit, because she was licked by her past boyfriends. That’s why she constantly changes her way of licking. Not only up and down, but also back and forth and laps at a changeable pace.
The sensation was so great that Emma began to pant and felt the urge to press her thighs close to Taylor’s head. She became light-headed from the pleasure and her legs started to shake.
Of course, Taylor realized that her friend had reached her O moment and she stopped. Meanwhile, Emma had lowered her legs and laid her head to the side on the bed and had a smile on her face. Taylor leaned over Emma to kiss her. But when Taylor came closer Emma lifted up and kissed Taylor on her cheek.
“That was nice,” Emma said and pushed Taylor on her back. “Now it’s your turn to enjoy!”
Taylor grinned and spread her legs. To make Emma more comfortable, Taylor moved slightly towards the foot of the bed.
Emma looked at her pubic hair and gently pulled it, then looked at Taylor’s bush. Their pubic hair looked nothing alike. Taylor had a much larger bush and her pubic hair was dark in color. It could have been that of a brunette, while Emma’s pubic hair was blonde in color.
She lay down on her stomach just like Taylor did to her. Emma carefully moved her face closer to Taylor’s pussy. With a little hesitation, Emma stuck her tongue out and started licking Taylor’s pussy lips.
Not nearly as dirty as I expected, Emma thought. And since she noticed that Taylor liked it, she started to become hornier again and the taste no longer bothered her. Emmapushed Taylor’s labia a little to the side and started lapping her clit with extra saliva.
Taylor grabbed Emma’s head and stroked Emma’s hair while Emma was licking. Whereas Emma was a silent enjoyer or at least tried to make as little noise as possible, Taylor started to moan heavily. Since Taylor had been horny for a long time, an orgasm was not long in coming.
“Oh oh oh, uhhhhhh,” she moaned. Her body started to shake and she let go of Emma’s head.
When Taylor had finished shaking, Emma looked at Taylor’s pussy with fascination. It looked so wet and probably not all from Emma’s saliva.
Emma gently inserted her index finger into Taylor’s pussy. And indeed Taylor was incredibly wet. Emma moved her finger in and out and rotated it slightly. She heard Taylor’s breathing increase.
“Give me more,” Taylor moaned and she pulled her legs up.
Emma pushed her middle finger in and started to penetrate vigorously.
Taylor’s eyes occasionally closed from pleasure and she panted heavily as she felt her second orgasm coming. Emma felt Taylor’s pussy contract, forcing her fingers out.
If only I could cum that easily, Emma thought, as she wiped her wet fingers by stroking Taylor’s pubic hair.
“Have your boyfriends ever had problems with your pubic hair?” Emma asked a still reveling Taylor.
Her friend seemed to slowly but surely return to earth and asked a counter question: “Do you really think they had a problem with it?”
“I honestly have no idea, but you always hear and read that men prefer shaved pussies,” Emma said.
“Let me put it this way,” Taylor said and she sat up, “of my three bed partners, one said nothing about it and the other two found it attractive. They were all eager to have sex with me. And if a boy has a problem with it, he can fuck off. It’s my body and I’m happy with it. You shouldn’t have to feel insecure either. We are pretty girls Emm! What do you think? Boys would rather fuck a shaved ugly girl or someone like us?!”
Emma fell silent, amazed by Taylor’s confidence.
She felt encouraged and said: “Then I won’t shave when I’m ready for the first time.”
“And neither should you,” said Taylor firmly. “You should be proud and a guy should be grateful for having sex with you. Speaking of sex, it’s time for you to get fucked.”
“I’ve said before that I’m in no hurry to pick out a boy just for sex,” Emma said.
“That’s not what I mean. I’m going to fuck you so you gain experience. I gather you don’t have a dildo, do you?” Taylor asked.
“No,” Emma replied with a grin. “I’ve had fun so far with my hands and now with you.”
“In that case, turn around in the doggy position girl!”
Emma did as Taylor ordered and Taylor had a perfect view of Emma’s buttocks and hairy crotch.
“Girl, you should know how horny the boys would get if they saw this,” Taylor said in an excited voice and she slapped one of Emma’s buttocks. Emma felt herself warm at the indirect compliment. Would it make the boys that horny? She didn’t have much time to dwell on it, because she suddenly felt something warm pressed into her pussy. It felt good.
Taylor had inserted two fingers into Emma’s pussy and started moving in and out very slowly. It felt tight, but certainly not tense. She felt excited about the idea that Emma was still a virgin and what it would be like if she had sex with a boy for the first time.
“Tell me, honey, how does that feel,” Taylor asked in a sultry voice as she squeezed Emma’s left buttock with her left hand.
“Very nice,” Emma said reluctantly because she didn’t feel like talking now. She just wanted to be satisfied.
Taylor picked up the pace a little and she noticed Emma was slowly but surely starting to get wetter. She made circular movements with her fingers to see how Emma would react.
Emma had her eyes closed and was enjoying the moment. It felt completely different when she fingered herself, but certainly no less good.
Let’s see how much that virgin pussy can take, Taylor thought and she started fingering more aggressively. Emma’s breathing increased and her mouth automatically opened slightly. She wasn’t sure if she had just made a noise.
“Was that a moan?” Taylor asked teasingly.
“Uhhhhh, uhhhh, yeahhh,” said Emma with difficulty.
“I can’t hear you girl. Answer me when I ask you something!” Taylor said dominantly.
She pushed her fingers down slightly and started to wiggle back and forth.
“Uhhh, ahhh, ahhh,” came from a heavy moaning Emma.
Emma really couldn’t say a word anymore. The sight of Emma’s body and face made Taylor grin. Emma no longer leaned her hands, but on her forearms and her face lay on the blanket.
Taylor got a cramp in her right forearm, but kept going because she knew Emma was about to come….
And then it happened: Taylor felt the same contractions from Emma as she did from her own pussy from a few minutes ago. She slowly pulled her fingers out of Emma. And she licked some fluid off her fingers out of curiosity. Tastes almost the same as me, Taylor thought and she wiped the rest on the blanket.
An exhausted but completely satisfied Emma lay down and turned around to face Taylor. Emma was visibly warm. Although not red, she did have blushes on her cheeks. If the first time sex with a boy is like this, then she wanted it to happen as quickly as possible.
“I need to go to the toilet and pee,” Emma said, climbing off the bed.
“Let me come with you, because I need to pee too.”
They giggled and went naked into the hallway to the bathroom.
It was a good thing no one was home, Emma thought. She would be ashamed if anyone in her family saw her like this with Taylor.
They took turns peeing and started laughing. It was weird seeing your best friend pee. Not necessarily sexy, but special.
When they returned to Emma’s bedroom, Emma locked the door. “Stay the night here! I liked it so much unless you prefer to stay in the guest room.”
Taylor nodded and put her arm around Emma and they climbed onto the bed together. Emma yawned and Taylor yawned not long after.
“I’m tired,” Emma said. “Let’s go to sleep.” Taylor crawled under the covers while Emma turned off the main light in the bedroom and turned on her bedside lamp.
When Emma lay down next to her, Taylor said: “I had a good time today. And to be honest, I have never had such good oral sex.”
They started giggling and gave each other a quick kiss.
“Have a good night,” Emma whispered and she turned around to switch off the bedside lamp.
She felt Taylor lie on her side against her and felt the bush of Taylor’s pubic hair against her ass. Emma smiled and closed her eyes. She fell asleep quickly, as did Taylor.
The next morning Emma and Taylor woke up from a deep and long sleep. It was Brrr Brrr Brrr and the ringtone from Emma’s cell phone.
“Oh please……” Taylor yawned and turned over to continue sleeping. Emma rubbed her eyes and looked for her cell phone but didn’t see it anywhere. She followed the sound and saw it was on the floor next to Taylor’s pajamas.
Emma picked up her phone and saw that it was her mother.
“Yes, mom?” Emma answered. “WHAT?! Ohwww, I thought you wouldn’t be back until late afternoon on Sunday!”
Startled by Emma’s reaction, Taylor was now sitting straight up in bed with her bare tits above the blanket.
“No, no, no problem. Taylor is still here but she is still sleeping in the guest room,” Emma lied to her mother. “Well, see you soon!”
Emma hung up. “I think you got the message? My parents are coming home in about half an hour.
They weren’t having a great time and are on their way back home,” Emma said.
Taylor threw off the blanket and climbed off the bed. She hurriedly grabbed her clothes from her bag and started to get dressed.
“Wait! Please wait,” said Emma with disappointment in her voice. “You don’t have to leave!”
“I know, Emm,” Taylor said reassuringly while she dressed herself. “But you don’t want your parents to find out what we did do you?”
She walked towards Emma and stroked Emma’s hairy pubic area with her index finger.
“And besides, I don’t want to spend the rest of the weekend pretending that we’ve been good girls.”
Emma gave an understanding nod.
“Now, hurry up and get dressed. In the meantime I will remove the bed linen and then that of the guest bed. Then it will indeed look as if I slept there,” Taylor said decisively.
Within ten minutes the girls were downstairs with the dirty laundry and busy turning on the washing machine.
“What do you want to do now?” Emma asked.
“I’m going home soon. I texted my mom and told her about my sore ankle. She’ll come get me right away,” replied Taylor.
Outside they heard a car honking.
“That must be your mother,” said Emma. “Come on, I’ll let you out.”
As they walked to the front door, Taylor suddenly started to limp a bit. She saw Emma looking.
“Well, of course, it must seem a bit worse than it is. And it still hurts a little,” Taylor said with a wink.
“Don’t forget your bag,” Emma said and she pointed to the bag by the stairs. “I’ll get it for you.”
She grabbed Taylor’s bag and Taylor opened the front door. There came Taylor’s mother with a concerned look.
“Is everything okay honey?”
“Everything is fine mom thanks to Emma’s good care, but I still want to go home now to continue recovering,” Taylor replied.
“Despite everything, did you girls have a good time?” Taylor’s mother asked.
“YES!” The girls said enthusiastically in unison. Emma gave Taylor her bag and the girls gave each other a quick hug.
Taylor’s mother frowned briefly and said “See you soon” to Emma.
Then Taylor and her mother got into the Mercedes and slowly drove away. Emma waved after them and closed the front door. She rubbed her pubic area briefly.
