Pillowfights and Pussy: A Sapphic Sleepover with Rhiannon Part 1

 

It’s never been a secret that I love pussy. I have enjoyed women from such an early age because they are beautiful, soft, loving, and because their pussies taste so, so good. I enjoy going down on a woman just as much as I enjoy sucking a man’s cock. It’s all about the reaction! Their facial expressions and moans. I’m getting wet right now just thinking about the incredible squeals that women make when they orgasm. It’s so much different than a man’s O face and grunt of pleasure, and in the best way possible. 

 

My best friend is a beautiful girl. She’s short, curvy, and so vivacious. Spending time with her is a real blast because I never know what we’re going to get up to. Sometimes we’ll spend all day talking about movies, music, and makeup. Other days, we’ll just chill on our phones, but sit across from one another, our legs intertwined. I absolutely love her! I’ve also had a crush on her since we were little kids, though I’ve never acted on it beyond a round of practice kissing. However, I didn’t tell her that I enjoyed practicing making out with her so much more than the first boy I kissed. Without being sure how that would land with her, I kept my mouth shut for years until one night, where we had a sleepover at my apartment and I just couldn’t keep my feelings to myself anymore. 

I hoped this sleep over would end with my face buried in Mel’s pussy, dripping with her juices.

It didn’t start out as a way to confess my feelings for my best friend. I just wanted a night where the two of us could relax, watch some goofy TV shows on Blu-Ray, and possibly cuddle a little in our PJs. One night after I was off work, I called her to tell her my plans. Mel was absolutely thrilled and said she’d be over with Sex and the City, some popcorn and candy, as long as I supplied the drinks, which I was more than willing to do.

 

That evening, she showed up on my doorstep, her smile wide and inviting. Her nipples were also clearly visible through her white tank top, and I couldn’t help but imagine sucking on each of them. Lost in my own thoughts of fucking my best friend, she could tell I was distracted and snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Rhiannon. Time to party!” she announced, and made herself right at home.

 

I definitely hoped that it would be the kind of party I wanted.

The popcorn was popped, the gummy worms, Red Vines, and mocktails were flowing! She and I sat next to each other on my couch, in our tank tops and short-shorts, watching a great episode of Sex and the City. It was the one where Samantha decides she can have sex with women instead of only with men. After the credits rolled, my bestie looked at me. “Do you think you could ever lick someone’s pussy?”

 

“I’ve eaten pussy before,” I told her, and she chewed on her lip a bit, obviously lost in thought. “Why, are you thinking about starting?” I giggled, teasing her. Mel had always been very outgoing, but when it came to sexual things, she tended to clam up. “I mean, would you like a demonstration?” I continued to tease, and smacked her lightly with one of the couch pillows.

 

If you can’t wait for part 2, check out the audio right here. You won’t be sorry!

If you like my sexy stories, be sure to check out my story about stranger sex.

 
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