“Yeah… um… don’t mention it…” as if I’d just helped her with a chore. She put her face in her hands, and I almost thought she was crying until she suddenly sat up, pulling her skirt down over her bare pussy and laughing.
“Wow… I hope you can still look at me after that. How embarrassing, right?” She said, smiling at me with a slightly coy look.
“Oh, um, no not at all. It’s no big deal” I said, climbing back onto the bed. My cock ached to be touched, but I played it cool as I put my arm back around her. “So… how about a movie? I mean… not this one…” I said, turning off the porn.
We spent that night watching scary movies until she fell asleep, then I went to the bathroom. I brought her panties with, using them to jerk off before hiding them in my inside jacket pocket.
A couple of weeks went by, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened in that hotel room. Seemingly, neither could Samantha, because during the last week of school, she invited me to a bonfire at her friend’s house. Emily was there, and Sam watched her the whole time as we sat next to each other. I felt a bit out of place, but when Samantha leaned close, and I put my arm around her, I felt better. I could feel a few eyes on us, realizing that we looked like a couple, I smiled with a warm feeling in my heart. However, as the night went on, and we both got a little more turned on, her from Emily, and me from her, I decided to take a chance.
I slowly, softly started dragging my fingers up and down her smooth thigh. I watched as her eyes dilated, but soon, she stood up. “I’m going to grab us a blanket,” she said, walking into the house. I sighed, thinking I might have upset her, but when she came back, she looked at me with a devious smile. When I put my arm around her, and my other hand on her thigh, she grabbed my wrist under the blanket and guided it to the button of her tight denim shorts. I unbuttoned them, as friends conversed around us, none of them aware of my fingers slipping into her shorts, pulling her panties to the side and eagerly finding her already swollen clit. I slowly, gently played with it as I felt her start to breath deeper, heavier. As her wetness soaked into the shorts slightly, I plunged my finger into her wet tunnel to lubricate the massaging of her orb. I watched her feet lift up onto her toes as her thighs trembled, and soon she grabbed my wrist hard, closing her eyes as she shuddered softly, her face contorted into an expression of intense sensation, trying not to look to obvious. I pulled my fingers out, looking at how the fire light reflected off the slick wetness.
I barely noticed the time go by, and soon I was at Samantha’s house. Her parents knew she was a lesbian, so they didn’t mind me spending the night, even sleeping on a spare mattress on the floor of her room. It seemed like I was in my place, with my head between her legs and her wet lips on mine. I made her squirt three times that night, each time savoring the sensation as her pussy gripped and squeezed my fingers at the moment of climax.
So that was how we spent the summer, and most of our senior year. It finally came to an end when another lesbian moved to town, and Allison started dating Sam within the month. I was happy for them, but I’ll never forget the taste of her amazing lips, or the way I made her feel… years later, I would find myself between her legs again, but that’s another story all together…