I won't name names. We know who we are.
You stood there in the doorway for ages. I'm not sure if you were as nervous as I was or just needed time to adjust to the dim light. For weeks we had been skirting around the fact that we wanted to fuck each other till we couldn't move. We had been friends for years and had confided our innermost thoughts and fantasies with each other. We both wanted this to happen. Now we were at the point of no return.
I could see the boots you wore, the short denim skirt and the tight tee shirt. You just dropped your bag at the door and walked toward me. I must have been sitting there on the bed for twenty minutes wondering what I was going to do when you arrived. You made the decision for me by putting your delicate hands on my rough face, tilting my head up, and kissing me. I think it was the most perfect moment of my life. All of my tension and nerves just melted away.
After what seemed like a day, you stepped away from me. I opened my eyes to see you smiling at me. You took my hands and put the palms on your hips. Your skin was soft and warm. Still holding my wrists you slid my hands up, under the edge of your top. "Slowly," you whispered. Together we exposed more of your luscious body. We paused and shared a smile when the material caught on your small breasts. I took the initiative when your bra came into view and kissed your stomach. "That tickles," you giggled and quickly finished removing your shirt. This time I held your head still as we kissed.
Again you held my wrists and guided me to your hips. This time we moved down to the denim and then round behind you to the zip. You let go as I fumbled with the zip and tilted my head for a kiss. Somehow your tongue in my mouth helped me lower the zip. I can't think of a nicer way to get advice. After I slid the skirt to the floor I slid my hands up the back of your legs and filled my hands with the best butt cheeks in town. I suddenly noticed how tight my trousers had become. I think you noticed as well when you bent down to remove your boots and skirt.
I stood up and turned you to sit on the bed. My shirt came off easily and I kissed you. When I tried to unhook your bra I fumbled again and we both started to laugh. "Slowly," that word again. I finally got it undone I threw it across the room in mock frustration and we laughed again.
I started kissing you on the forehead and slowly, with lots of quick pecks, moved down your face to your mouth. I lingered a while to savour your lips before moving to your neck. You moaned softly when I kissed your neck and I looked to see that your eyes had closed. I moved your golden hair to one side and nibbled your delicate ears, eliciting another moan. I used a hand to gently squeeze your left tit as I kissed the right one. After a few seconds I swapped sides, pausing to check your lips hadn't moved. They hadn't. You did seem to be breathing a little harder though. After making sure both breasts were fully attended to, I continued the small kisses down your body. When I got to your navel I stopped. I could feel your stomach fluttering with anticipation. Mine was too.
My next kiss was on your left thigh, and you groaned, "You are so mean!" It took all my willpower to continue my mission down your leg to your toes and back up the other leg. By the time I was there you were squirming. I moved back to your lips, and kissed you again.
I was looking into your eyes as I slid a hand down your body, across your belly and over your thong. Your eyes closed as my fingers reached the hot, moist patch of material covering your pussy. You raised your legs and gripped my hand between them. You closed your eyes, opened your mouth and groaned as you came. It is still one of my favourite memories.
When you released my hand enough for me to move, I slid down the bed and removed the last of your clothing. The way the thong clung to you proved how wet you were. As soon as I could, I pushed your legs apart and got my first proper look at your pussy. I can't think of a suitable way to describe my thoughts or feelings at finally being so close to your most intimate parts. Mostly I was pleased to be there.
I still remember that first taste of your pussy. Every time I eat a peach I am reminded of the sweet nectar I first tasted that night. I could see the thin strip of light hair that pointed towards the engorged lips of your pussy. I tried not to be too eager as I licked all around your groin, carefully avoiding your pussy. Your hand on my head told me when I had teased you enough so I directed my efforts towards your pussy lips. The heat on my tongue as I made the first contact was amazing. I tried to lick every bit of you from anus to clitoris. Your moan of pleasure urged me on. I kept away from your clit at first, concentrating on the soft inner labia that seemed to get longer as I licked them. I gently gripped them with my lips and sucked them into my mouth. You moaned and squirmed a little. I stuck my tongue out and pushed it between them, wiggling it up and down. "Oh yes!" A fresh trickle of liquid ran into my mouth and we both moaned together. I pushed further, exploring the inner folds of your pussy. As I advanced, my nose brushed your clit and I felt you twitch with pleasure. My tongue found it's way further in and my lower face became soaked with your nectar. After a few moments I replaced my tongue with a finger and looked up at you.