Date: Tue, 2 Oct 2007 09:40:41 -0400
From: M Horton <2981notrohrm@gmail.com>
Subject: More Than Best Friends: Part 1

My best friend and I went to the beach to soak up sun and cruise for
guys, but cruising for guys was the last thing on my mind. Ever since I
knew what sex was, I knew there was only one thing I wanted - the sexy,
delicious body of my best friend. She was perfect in every way.

To describe her, she was 5'10", had a very nice figure, filled out her
bikini so perfectly, wore her dark, sexy hair down to her back, and
walked with confidence everywhere she went. It didn't matter to her that
she held my hand; she loved the attention everywhere on the beach. Guys
watched us and assumed either that we were lovers or flirts. Secretly, I
longed to be both.

The sun started to set, and we decided to rinse off and head home.
Studying her every curve and watching her walk on the beach was too much
for me, though, and I knew I had to make a move. It was now or never as I
sat next to my gorgeous best friend; we both smiled as we looked each
other over. There was only one thing on my mind, and it was clear to me
that she wanted the same thing I did.

Without missing a beat, I kissed her. I knew exactly what I was doing,
and I didn't anticipate any response other than her kissing back. That's
exactly what she did, with everything she had, and I never wanted
anything more in my life. She used her tongue, as I dreamed about, and I
let her press her sexy, delicious tongue against mine all she wanted. I
was so in love with her. It was the greatest thing ever that she was in
love with me back.

I thought about nothing else as I pressed her delicious, perfect body
into a locker and tongued her open, luscious mouth. I couldn't get enough
no matter where I put my hands on her - I grabbed her sexy back, her
stripper-like ass, and everything as I fell deeper into the passionate
kiss with my lover. She was heavenly; she kissed like an experienced pro.

I had never been with a girl before, but I had always wanted to. To my
knowledge, she was a girl-virgin, too; we were best friends since grade
school and told each other everything. She told me about every guy she
dated, what he was like, and even what kind of kisser he was...I
fantasized about what kind of kisser she was, and every time I was with a
guy, I pretended it was her.

She was mine at last. Our bodies were one as I pressed my breasts into
hers, undoing her bikini top slowly as she did the same to me. Our lust
and passion held the tops on until we lovingly let them fall and tossed
them aside. I had seen her topless so many times, but I never made a
move.

My bare breasts pressed against hers as I lustfully tongued her mouth. I
could have made out with her all day. I grabbed her bare back and played
withe her long, dark hair as she played with mine; I was a blond with
long, straight hair. Our bikinis, now just bottoms, matched except for
color; our asses even packed them the same way. I knew because I had
compared my ass to hers for years.

She sat back down on the bench, and I knelt in front of her. She was so
beautiful. I wanted to do everything to my new lover, things no guy could
ever hope to do to a couple of girl-loving babes. I looked at her
gorgeous bare breasts and felt them in my hands; her tan lines fit the
bikini she was just wearing, as did mine.

I licked her delicious nipples as she watched me. I saw other girls
coming into the locker room; they just walked past, letting us enjoy each
other. I tongued them softly and listened to her sweet, passionate moans.
I caressed her gorgeous breasts as I licked them. She was incredible.

I couldn't keep my tongue out of her mouth for long, though; a few
seconds tonguring her breasts was all I could do without tongueing her
mouth. I wanted her in every way.

I slid down her bottoms and tossed them aside, knowing we wouldn't be
needing them, and I laid her beautiful nude body out on the bench as I
straddled it. Her legs spread right away; she was completely shaved, just
like me, and her tan lines fit her bikini bottom. I knew what she wanted.
I never wanted anything more.

I went down on her right there in the locker room. She grabbed the bench
to hold on tight. My tongue worked quickly; she was everything to me. She
screamed like a banshee as I showed her no mercy, tongueing her faster
and deeper with every passing second.

My lust for her grew with every stroke of my tongue. She held on as tight
as she could as I grabbed her perfect legs and dove right in some more.
She was completely hairless, and my tongue never missed a beat. I didn't
care how loud she screamed; I was in love with her, and I was making her
mine.

She got lots of girls' attention with her passionate screaming, and soon
the entire locker room was watching us. I didn't care. I brought her to
climax with nothing but my tongue and my burning desire for her. She
arched her back in the air as I brought her to a climax; I didn't stop.
She wanted her pussy eaten, and I was the girl to never stop doing it.

I didn't care that she was tapped out; I wanted to bring her to another
climax, and if I had to stay down there all night, I was going to please
her like no one ever had. I lived for her. My tongue wasn't anywhere near
tired. Years of being with guys made me long for a girl with some
endurance.

And she had it. I didn't let up a bit, and she wasn't letting me. Her
legs wrapped around my head as I brought her to another loud, passionate
climax with nothing but my tongue. She smothered my face, and I loved the
feeling. Her back went in the air, showing off those perfect breasts as I
held onto her never to let her go.

If I were paying any attention, I could have pointed out the girls who
watched and were really into it, but I was into my lover and only my
lover. My tongue didn't let up a bit; she couldn't control her screams as
I brought her to orgasm for a third time. My head couldn't move from
between her legs. I wouldn't move it if I could.

She was exhausted from all I did to her, but I wasn't done. She unwrapped
her legs and laid on the bench catching her breath as I moved up to kiss
her. Even out of breath, she still kissed like she loved me. I enjoyed
her passionate kiss for a few minutes until she caught her breath, and
she said, with some girls still watching,

'It's your turn now.'

She dropped to her knees as I stood before her, and she dropped my
bottoms with her mouth. I liked her no-hands approach, and she was taking
it a step farther. She looked up at me from her knees and said,

'Tie my hands and lay back. I'll show you how it's done.'

I did exactly what she asked and used my bottoms to tie her hands behind
her back. As I laid in the same position she did, I was nervous about how
intense she might be. In the back of my mind, I wondered if she had ever
done this before. I always thought she had only been with guys, like me.
I had definitely never had anyone, girl or guy, go down on me.

She straddled the bench and started working. She was quick, deep, and
knew exactly what she was doing. She worked fast and felt incredible. She
sent the most intense pleasure all over my body just with her tongue.

I couldn't believe it; if I could think at all, I would have thought
about how wonderful she is and about how I can't possibly be her first.
All that was on my mind was how intense she was. She wasn't even using
her hands for anything!

I wrapped my legs around her head, and she worked faster and deeper. Her
tongue darted in and out of me. She felt incredible; I could have had her
do that all night, and I wouldn't get tired. I wanted her wet, delicious
tongue all over my naked body, and I wanted to do the same to her.

She brought me to climax with no trouble at all. I screamed like I had
never been brought to climax before, because I hadn't...at least not like
this. All those nights of fantasizing about my best friend were finally
coming true, and I made it happen. I wanted her so badly, and she was
mine. I was hers.

I arched my back as she worked me like the naughty little pro she had to
be. I could see her hands were still tied, and she wasn't using them. She
didn't need them, and she didn't need rest after she finished me off. She
didn't stop.

I didn't want her to, even if I couldn't imagine a second climax. I got
one very quickly; her tongue didn't stop for even a second. It just went
deeper. I didn't know how she got it in so deep, but I was so lost in
lust for her that I didn't care. Being her lover was the most amazing
feeling.

She brought me to one beautiful, intense climax after another, never
stopping for a second. It felt like hours that I was in intense pleasure
all at the tongue of my gorgeous best friend. I lost count of how many
times I reached climax, and I didn't care; it was pure ecstasy.

Finally, she slowed down from pure exhaustion - on my part, not hers; she
could have gone on all day. I collapsed onto the bench as she walked up
to me and knelt at my face, kissing my exhausted mouth. She said she
loved me. I loved her back. I would never stop. She was mine.

After that, she said she would have to work on my stamina, something I
was happy to do if it meant being with her. She also explained that I
wasn't her first; her last boyfriend loved to watch her with other girls,
and she got very good at going down. She had been with her boyfriend's
aunt, an insatiable lesbian, and learned to work her tongue to keep up
with her.

She had a secret crush on me since we started high school, but she never
thought she would get the chance; she had no idea I had lusted after her
for even longer. I asked myself why we didn't do this sooner, but it
didn't matter; we had our whole lives to make it up to each other.

We left our bikinis and towels behind and left the locker room completely
nude and holding hands. We couldn't keep our hands off each other.

Of course, we couldn't keep our lips - or our tongues - off each other,
either. We got a hotel room and spent the rest of the day - and night -
making each other scream. I loved the look on the desk clerk's face as
she saw us checking in with no clothes on. We asked her what time she got
off. I don't think she knew what to say.

Fortunately, my lover did. She slipped the cute desk clerk, a tall,
gorgeous redhead who would look dynamite in a bikini and even better out
of one, a note with our names and instructions. We walked off grabbing
each other's sexy asses and kissing like lovers. We had a lot of people
staring. It didn't matter to us.

We took one look back at the redhead, as my lover told me what she wrote
in the note to her. She smiled and licked her sexy lips as she read,

'Dear Sandy: Meet us when you get off in room 422 for the best night of
your life. Just bring yourself and your libido. Leave your inhibitions at
the door. Love, Tara and Lacey. P.S. Come naked. We did.'