(This story is pretty much my ultimate fantasy, and I thought of several variations before writing this one. Not sure if there will be more chapters.)
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I didn't have a girlfriend until my eighteenth birthday. I'd been good friends with Molly for years and she had to basically hit me over the head with the fact that we should be more. She had asked for a kiss a month earlier on her eighteenth, but I hadn't gotten the hint then. I just saw her as my tomboy friend. That morning, like usual, I was waiting in the car to pick her up for school. The first thing I noticed after she got in was the makeup. It wasn't usually her style but she looked really good. The same for the sweet perfume I was smelling. And her long, dark hair wasn't tied up.
"You look nice," I said, probably sounding surprised.
"Thanks," she said, choosing not to be offended.
I had checked for traffic and was about to pull away when she stopped me by saying, "Wait."
When I looked over, she was holding her sweater up to her neck, braless young breasts exposed.
I just stared at them slack jawed until she said, "Happy Birthday!"
That made me look up at her grinning face, which I considered in a new way. That birthday kiss a month earlier was supposed to be on the cheek but she had moved her head so that our lips met. I just thought she was joking around, like we had since we were kids. Sometimes guys can be so dense. This was way more obvious, and even I got it. Swallowing hard as she covered herself back up, I leaned over, aiming for her lips. Our first real kiss together was amazing. Her tongue even came over for a visit, which was a surprise to me since she hadn't really ever dated anyone either.
"Do you want to be more than friends, Molly?" I'd recovered enough to kind of go back to our usual playfulness, but our relationship was about to change. For the better!
"Umm, yeah. What was your first clue?"
"Wow, how long have you felt this way?"
"Forever. I mean, we are married."
"Yeah, that's right." She had bugged me in the fifth grade to have a ceremony on the playground. I hadn't really liked girls yet and just went with it. After that we just kind of went back to palling around. How stupid am I? "But we never had a honeymoon!"
We laughed as I drove to school. Holding hands in the hallway, we got a lot of comments. Mostly people congratulating us, but some were saying it was about time. The hardest part was in classes we didn't have together. I kept thinking of Molly, the time we'd spent as friends and what we could've been to each other all these years. And her body. She was almost a foot shorter than me, and I'd heard her joking about not needing to wear a bra when she was only a b cup. Since we were so close already, I guess that kind of stuff didn't really matter very much. Anyway, they looked great to me, and I was hoping to actually feel them later on. Maybe my birthday presents weren't all unwrapped, so to speak.
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My official party wasn't until later, so Molly asked if I wouldn't mind hanging out at her house after school. I wasn't stupid enough to pass that up. Her brother and sister were home from college for the Summer but weren't around, and both her parents worked. We were alone! In my girlfriend's room that she shared with her sister, we sat on her bed and continued our kiss from that morning. It didn't feel weird at all, making out with my best friend.
"Put your hand under my shirt." She had broken off our kiss just long enough to give me some direction.
I did as I was told, and finally got to feel what I'd only seen once before. Her breasts, or tits since I was playing with them, didn't seem too small. They were nice little handfuls, and the nipples were hard and stuck out more than most of the ones I'd seen in magazines. After alternating a couple of times feeling each one, she pulled the sweater off and offered for me to kiss them instead. This way, I was able to play with one by hand and use my new French kissing ability on the other. Feeling overdressed, I took my shirt off. She took the opportunity to undo her jeans and started pulling them down.
"I was just trying to catch up and now you're back in the lead." My comment that this was a race caused her to laugh mischievously. She then started removing her underwear and socks as I frantically tried to get the rest of my clothes off.
"I win!" She seemed pleased with herself.
Taking in the sight of her now naked body the only thing I could say was, "If you say so." The pubic hair was dark and very bushy, her skin pale from it being early Spring.
