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Electricity seemed to
crackle through Gwen's body, a wide and enjoyable orgasm arcing through her muscles. The difficulty of getting off from the pressure through her jeans made everything feel different - more satisfying, somehow, for the effort.

And now her jeans were soaked with two different juices…

Coming down, breathing hard, she slid the strap-on out of the brunette, watching her lips grip the shaft as it left.

"Beautiful," she breathed. "You can get dressed and get back to work now."

Thrilled and feeling half-crazy, she jumped in her car and drove away as fast as she could manage, watching the girl pull up her pants, climb back in the drive-through window, and then look out, confused as hell.

Gwen smiled, thinking that
business would improve quite a bit if they officially added that to the menu…

As she calmed down from her exhilarating e
scapade, she found her cravings had only grown stronger, and her specific fantasy still hadn't been fulfilled.

She had the incredible urge to return to that house and
make
Lydia sixty-nine with her… but she fought it. It wouldn't be right. She wanted it to be emotional, special, and intimate.

Pulling over to the side of the road suddenly, screeching to a stop on a gravel shoulder, she realized
that what she was fantasizing about was more than just sex. It was… a relationship.

She wanted
… a girlfriend!

Thinking back, she realized she'd never felt quite that way before.

"I'm a lesbian," she breathed, staring at the orange and red sunset on the horizon.

The words made incredible sense, now that she was finally saying them out loud.
She wondered how the hell she'd gotten this far without ever realizing it.

Her questing cravings finally found focus, too. She knew she could have had a girlfriend
all these years, if only she'd had the courage to say yes back then…

She pulled from the gravel shoulder
even as she brought out her cellphone, dialing the long-unused number of her old best friend.

 

***

 

Chapter 5

For a brief moment, when the surprised woman had suggested a coffee shop, she'd almost laughed in terror at having to go back to the place she'd just fucked a girl in a drive-through window - but, much to her relief, their meeting place was far across town from there.

She walked up to the coffee shop full of apprehension, but too horny to back down.

Her old best friend sat within
, waiting at a table, drink in hand.

Hanna was even more beautiful than she'd been in hig
hschool. Her slender features framed her sharp eyes perfectly, and her firm cleavage was far more developed, shown off by a tight blue dress topped by long brown hair.

Gwen approac
hed, trying not to stare. Her old best friend seemed both familiar and entirely a new person simultaneously.

"Hey!" Hanna said, lighting up with a smile.

Gwen sat, heart pounding, forcing a smile to hide her nervousness. "Hey, long time no see."

"Yeah, I can't believe you just called me out of the blue like that after all these years - or that I was free!
It's been really busy."

Gwen nodded along with her words, watching her beautiful mouth and smile move. "Oh, uh yeah, me too."

"You ever become a model?" Hanna asked, laying one hand on the table.

"For a little bit, but
I didn't do anything major," she replied automatically. "Forgive me for being blunt, but you're incredibly hot yourself. You've really grown up."

Hanna blushed red and gave a warm smile. "Thanks."

"Really," Gwen continued, putting her hand on the table near her old best friend's. "And I have to be honest, I wasn't just calling to catch up on old times."

Hanna's sharp brown eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.
She considered her next words for a long, interminable moment. Finally, she spoke. "You want to go get a drink?"

Gwen nodded, a rush overtaking her thoughts.

"Alright," Hanna said. "You lead, I'll drive behind."

 

A short time later, they pulled up to Gwen's apartment.

Following
from her parking spot, Hanna almost seemed to smirk. "I thought we were going to a bar…"

Fumbling for her keys, Gwen froze. "I've… got wine here."

The gorgeous brunette raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm not complaining."

Once inside, Gwen rushed about, cleaning in a flurry and grabbing two glasses full of red wine.
She brought one to the living room and handed it to her guest, sitting on the couch next to her, full of nervousness and excitement. "So, Hanna… how's life?"

"Just got out of a four-year relationship, actually," she answered, sipping her wine. "This is good. Unexpected, but just what I needed."

"The wine?"

Hanna shook her head, her gaze intent. She placed one hand on Gwen's thigh.
"Truth or dare?"

Gwen felt a surge of excitement - so she
had
been thinking about it too! The two of them, alone together, half-naked… quite drunk, daring each other right up to that invisible taboo line… she smiled, deciding to tease. "Truth."

Hanna laughed. "
Fine, but be warned, two can play it that way. Hmm… what are you thinking right now?"

She took a gulp of wine. "
I'm thinking I shouldn't have chickened out on that dare all those years ago."

"I thought that would be your answer,"
she replied, her tone knowing. "Your turn."

"Truth or dare?"

She laughed again. "Truth."

"Tease."

"You started it!"

"Fine.
Was…" Gwen trailed off for a second, not wanting to ask directly. "Um, how did your relationship end?"

Hanna sighed, but maintained her warm smile
, knowing the real question. "
She
and I just didn't get along anymore."

Gwen felt her face flush red at the confirmation.

"Truth or dare?" Hanna asked.

She felt her face grow even brighter red, but she wasn't about to back down. The heat between her legs had grown unbearable. "Dare."

Hanna grinned, drawing out the moment. She finished her glass of wine, placed it on the table, moved her legs, pulled her panties off gracefully, lifted her dress a tiny bit, and - ever so slowly, teasing to the last - spread her legs. "Same dare you chickened out on, back then. I dare you to kiss me
here
."

Gwen felt frozen, looking back and forth between those sharp brown eyes and the gorgeous trimmed sex open to her. She gulped her wine down, pushed the glass away, and moved a foot closer on the couch.

Feeling briefly like she was suddenly a decade younger and somehow reliving that drunken night, she leaned down. This time she wasn't afraid, and didn't think it was weird or wrong… this time, she was eager.

She laid her pursed lips flat against Hanna's trim labia, delivering a chaste kiss to her warm mound.
Her action elicited a sharp intake of breath, and then a small chuckle.

"Tease.
Make it a French kiss."

Gwen looked up with wicked intent, nodding slowly. She pressed her lips forward again, this time opening them slightly and slipping her tongue out.
Parting folds, gently making out with her best friend's pussy, she relished every detail. Those silken walls and that smooth flavor were everything she'd imagined - and more.

Hanna sighed, tilting her head back for a moment. "You have no idea how much I've thought about this…"

She gave one last kiss and sat up. "Yes, I do. If only I'd gone through with it…"

Hanna closed her legs and
leaned forward. "You can
now.
"

They kissed.

Gwen pulled her best friend closer, thrusting her tongue between open lips. It was as if they'd never been apart… "I want you so badly," she breathed.

Kissing her back hard, Hanna just nodded.

They fell together on the couch, making out, arms entwined.

Under her, Hanna's hands pulled and tugged.

Gwen helped take her own jeans off, sliding them off with her panties, leaving both of them bare from the waist down.

Hanna pushed forward, moving on top of her, kissin
g her passionately and sliding one leg expertly between them. Their rhythm from that position was subversively natural, and they rolled together, pressing their mounds together as they made out.

The heated and wet sensation of grinding against another woman
's sex caught Gwen by surprise, filling her with a strange new kind of pleasure. It was so soft, but firm, and it felt so different, but so natural… Gwen realized, with some excitement, that the old best friend she was kissing was an experienced lesbian. Hanna
had
gotten to live all those years making love to women, just as she herself had fantasized…

She wanted to learn. She wanted it all.

Pulling Hanna close, she slid her hands along the brunette's shoulders, lowering her dress and exposing her bra. Listening to her lover's sighs grow deeper, Gwen leaned down, tugging her bra off.

Hanna's
pale teardrop breasts swung free.

"I remember these," she whispered, kissing above them gently.

Still rolling into her, Hanna grinned. "I bet you do."

Gwen brought one up with her hand, reaching the small nipple with her mouth as best she could while keeping up their mutual thrusting.
Under her flicking tongue, the soft nipple quickly hardened. She moved to Hanna's other nipple, hardening it the same way.

Her efforts grew unfocused as the pleasure building between them grew.
For a time, it was all they could do to breathe and grind, their heated bodies moving together.

"Just like that," Hanna whispered in her ear, her breath tickling. "I'm gonna come."

Aroused beyond belief and nearing her own orgasm, Gwen nodded against her lover's cheek and gripped her closer. So soft, so smooth, so warm… Hanna's body against hers filled her entire awareness.

Hanna's sudden tensing pushed her past the edge, and they came together, pulling at one another, sharing desperate panting breath,
clenching and tensing in sync.

Before the last of her orgasm even had a chance to fade, Gwen found herself
pushed onto her back.

Hanna climbed on top of her,
clambering on the edge of the couch to turn around above.

Realizing her desperate fantasy was finally happening, Gwen hurriedly tugged her own shirt and bra off. She wanted to feel her breasts against Hanna's soft tummy, and Hanna's
tits against her bare skin.

Reading her intentions, her best friend slid off her tangled dress and returned above her, fully naked.

"God yes," Gwen said to herself, pulling that gorgeous female body down on her face.

She heard Hanna laugh knowingly.

Supple thighs sought purchase on either side of her head, and Gwen found herself in a sixty-nine with another woman for the second time in her life - but this time, she wasn't going to chicken out. This time, she was eager.

It felt like a kind of worship, running her hands along the thighs and butt above her, feeling breasts pressed into her tummy, feeling her own chest against a woman's warm, soft body…
and that shrine, trim lovely pink lips right in her face, dripping with arousal and heat, ready and open for her devotion…

Hanna's smooth flavor returned to her tongue as she thrust upward.

Between her legs, she felt a firm moist muscle penetrate her in response.

Making a happy nois
e, she gripped the firm cheeks above, seeking more access to her inner folds. After a few exploratory licks, both women settled into the pure pleasure of licking each other's pussies.

They took it slow, enjoying each other's flavors,
both feeling each little shiver and tremble caused by eager tongues.

Gwen realized very quickly that she should have kept going, with Lydia, back in that shower… and she knew she could very easily do this the rest of her life.
The entire lower half of her body felt like electric bliss, crackling through her muscles and insides, and her head seemed to spark with pleasure every time she lapped between Hanna's slick labia or flicked her tongue across her clit.

She guessed, with some dark excitement, that
Emma's training to make her body associate licking pussy with pleasure had actually somewhat worked… and she wondered what might have happened if she'd stayed longer. Would she have ended up like Rachel, slavering and jumping at the chance to pleasure a woman?

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