The best of friends

Two 14 year old girls find the the joys of sexual love with each other

Jill had always known she was different from the other girls at school. At fourteen, with her cascading waves of copper-red hair and piercing emerald green eyes, she had developed a reputation for being mysterious, alluring, and somehow wise beyond her years.

When Kimberly transferred to their junior high school, Jill knew immediately that she wanted to know this golden-haired beauty with the bright blue eyes that sparkled like summer swimming pools.

Kimberly was everything Jill found captivating—bubbly yet sophisticated, innocent yet curious. But both girls shared a secret disillusionment with the boys at their school. They'd seen how their classmates treated girls—rough hands grabbing without permission, crude jokes whispered in hallways, the way Mark Thompson had pushed Jessica Miller against the lockers last week when she'd said no to going to the dance with him.

Their school girl friendship blossomed quickly, accelerating to shared secrets about these encounters, and an unspoken chemistry that neither girl had yet explored. Within months, they were inseparable.

"Come over Friday night," Jill had said, her green eyes holding a mischievous glint that Kimberly couldn't quite decipher. "My parents are visiting my aunt for the weekend. And I talked them into letting me stay home alone even though I'm only 14. Anyway they agreed to do this so I'm going to have the house to myself. So if you come over, it will just be the two of us."

Kimberly arrived at Jill's house carrying an overnight bag, her blonde hair still damp from her shower. She was wearing a loose sundress that showed off her tan legs. Jill answered the door in a silk camisole and shorts, her red hair loose around her shoulders.

"Ready for the best sleepover ever?" Jill asked, taking Kimberly's bag.

They started innocently enough—pizza, music, gossiping about classmates and teachers. But as the night deepened, the girls drank the wine coolers which Jill had procured by paying a guy who was 21 to buy it for her. They drank quite a few wine coolers and the booze began to warm their blood, the conversation shifted.

They lay on Jill's bed in the dim light of her bedside lamp, the house silent around them.

"Remember when Kevin tried to grab your chest at the dance last month?" Kimberly asked, swirling the last of her wine cooler. "I wanted to slap him so hard."

Jill nodded, her expression darkening. "And what about Jake? He actually told Sarah she was 'asking for it' because of what she was wearing. I swear, sometimes I think boys our age are just... animals."

"They don't understand," Kimberly agreed. "They don't listen. They just take."

Jill propped herself up on one elbow, her emerald eyes studying Kimberly's face. "Have you ever..." she paused, tracing patterns on the bedspread. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like? To be with someone who actually cares how you feel? With a girl?"

Kimberly's blue eyes widened, but she didn't look away. "Sometimes," she admitted softly. "I mean, guys are fine, I guess, but they don't... they don't understand. Not really."

"I think about it a lot," Jill confessed. "I think about soft skin. About taking time. About really knowing what feels good instead of just grabbing and thrusting like they do."

The air between them thickened. Kimberly's breath hitched as Jill's fingers reached out to brush a strand of blonde hair from her face.

"Can I kiss you?" Jill whispered.

Kimberly nodded, and when their lips met, it was electric—soft, and exploratory. Nothing like the clumsy groping of junior high school boyfriends who'd tried to force their tongues down her throat. Jill tasted like strawberries and mint, and her lips were impossibly soft. When they pulled apart, Kimberly's cheeks were flushed pink.

"More," Kimberly breathed.

Jill smiled, that mysterious smile that had first drawn Kimberly to her. She pushed Kimberly gently back onto the pillows and began to explore her body. Her hands slid under Kimberly's sundress, finding her small pubescent breasts. Cupping her titties with reverent care—so unlike the way boys had squeezed them painfully, leaving bruises.

Kimberly gasped as Jill's thumbs brushed over her nipples, sending sparks shooting through her body.

"Take it off," Jill commanded softly.

Kimberly lifted her hips as Jill pulled the dress up and over her head, leaving her in just her white cotton panties. Jill's eyes roamed over her appreciatively—the swell of her small, perky breasts, the curve of her hips, the way her blonde hair spread across the pillow like a halo.

"You're beautiful," Jill murmured.

Then she was kissing her way down Kimberly's body. Starting with her neck, and continuing on to her collarbone, and from there to the valley between her breasts. She took her time, sucking gently at each nipple until Kimberly was squirming beneath her, making small, desperate sounds. It was nothing like the rough biting she'd experienced from boys who seemed to think pain was part of the pleasure.

Jill continued her descent, kissing down Kimberly's stomach, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her white panties and slowly pulling them down. Kimberly lifted her hips, helping, her face flushed with a mixture of shyness and desperate need.

"Spread your legs for me," Jill instructed, and Kimberly obeyed, revealing herself completely.

Jill settled between her thighs and ran her tongue along Kimberly's slit, tasting her for the first time. Kimberly cried out, her hands flying to Jill's red hair, gripping it as sensations she'd never imagined crashed through her. Jill was thorough, patient—she licked and sucked and explored, finding Kimberly's clit and circling it with the tip of her tongue before sucking it gently between her lips.

"Oh god, Jill," Kimberly moaned, her hips bucking. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

Jill didn't stop. She brought Kimberly to the edge with her mouth, then backed off, then brought her there again, until Kimberly was trembling, her thighs shaking on either side of Jill's head. When Jill finally let her fall over the edge, Kimberly's orgasm was explosive—she arched off the bed, crying out Jill's name, her fingers tightening in red hair as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.

Jill crawled back up, kissing Kimberly deeply, letting her taste herself on Jill's lips. "Your turn," Jill whispered, and Kimberly, still breathless, nodded eagerly.

They switched positions, and Kimberly found herself between Jill's legs. Jill had stripped off her camisole and shorts, revealing a body that was all creamy skin and subtle curves, her red hair a vibrant splash against the white pillows. Between her legs, she was shaved smooth and glistening with arousal.

"Use your tongue," Jill guided her, her green eyes heavy-lidded with desire. "Just like I did to you."

Kimberly tentatively licked, and the taste was intoxicating—musky and sweet and uniquely Jill. She grew bolder, mimicking what Jill had done to her, finding Jill's clit and lashing it with her tongue. Jill's hips rolled, her hands gripping the headboard above her.

"Yes, just like that," Jill gasped. "You're a natural, Kim."

Emboldened, Kimberly kept going, adding her fingers to the mix, sliding two digits into Jill's wet heat while she sucked at her clit. Jill's moans grew louder, less controlled, until she was crying out, her body tensing and then shuddering through her own powerful climax.

But they weren't done. As the night wore on, they explored each other thoroughly. Jill turned Kimberly onto her stomach and spread her cheeks, pressing her tongue against the tight pucker of her ass. Kimberly gasped in shock and pleasure, never having imagined such intimacy. She returned the favor, tentative at first, then more confident as Jill's moans encouraged her.

They used their fingers on each other, finding spots inside that made each other see stars. Jill produced a banana from her nightstand—long, curved, and yellow—and Kimberly's eyes went wide.

"Trust me," Jill said, her voice husky.

She peeled the banana slowly, her green eyes locked on Kimberly's blue ones, then rubbed it against Kimberly's still-wet pussy, coating it in her arousal. She pushed it inside slowly, and Kimberly gasped at the strange sensation—the coolness, the hardness, the curve that hit just the right spot.

"Oh fuck," Kimberly moaned, her hips moving instinctively.

Jill fucked her with the banana, twisting it, finding the angle that made Kimberly's eyes roll back. When Kimberly came again, it was with the banana buried deep inside her, Jill's mouth on her clit, her ass still tingling from earlier attention.

Then it was Jill's turn. Kimberly took the banana, now warm from her body, and returned the favor. She watched in fascination as it disappeared into Jill's red-haired pussy, watched Jill's face contort with pleasure as she moved it in and out, finding a rhythm that had Jill clawing at the sheets.

"Harder," Jill demanded. "Fuck me harder with it."

Kimberly obliged, pounding the banana into her friend while she used her other hand to rub Jill's clit. When Jill came, she screamed, her body convulsing, her emerald eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

They collapsed together, sweaty and breathless, tangled in each other's limbs. The banana lay discarded on the floor. The room smelled of sex and strawberries and something uniquely theirs.

"That was..." Kimberly started, then trailed off, unable to find the words.

"Just the beginning," Jill finished, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "We're going to be very good friends, Kim. The best of friends. So much better than dealing with those Neanderthals at school."

Kimberly smiled, snuggling closer, already wondering what other discoveries awaited them in the hours before dawn.

They lay in silence for a while, the only sound their mingled breathing and the distant hum of the air conditioner. Kimberly traced lazy circles on Jill's stomach, watching the goosebumps rise in the wake of her fingertips. The room had grown cooler, but their bodies radiated heat where they pressed together.

"Can I ask you something?" Kimberly's voice was small, vulnerable.

"Anything," Jill murmured, her fingers playing with Kimberly's blonde locks.

"How did you know? That you wanted... this? With me?"

Jill was quiet for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "I didn't, not at first. I just knew I couldn't stop looking at you. In the cafeteria, in class, when you'd laugh at something and your whole face would light up." She turned her head to meet Kimberly's eyes. "I wanted to be the one to make you laugh like that. I wanted to be the one to make you feel everything. Not like those boys who just want to get their rocks off and don't care if we even enjoy it."

Kimberly felt her chest tighten with emotion. She rolled onto her side, facing Jill fully. "I've never felt like this. With anyone. It was like... like you were reading my body. Like you knew what I wanted before I did. Not like Mark who just shoved his hand down my pants without even asking."

Jill's expression hardened. "He did what?"

"Last month," Kimberly said softly. "After the game. I told him no but he wouldn't listen. It hurt and I felt so used."

Jill pulled her closer, kissing her forehead. "Never again. With me, you'll always be safe. Always be respected."

Kimberly felt heat pooling between her legs again at Jill's words. She leaned in, kissing Jill slowly, deeply, trying to convey everything she was feeling—the gratitude, the awe, the hunger that was already rebuilding.

Jill responded, rolling them so she was on top, her red hair creating a curtain around their faces. She kissed down Kimberly's neck, her collarbone, then paused at her breasts, taking her time to worship each one with her mouth and tongue until Kimberly was arching beneath her again.

"I want to try something," Jill whispered, her eyes dark with intent.

She slid down Kimberly's body, but this time she didn't stop at her pussy. She kept going, lifting Kimberly's legs over her shoulders, spreading her wide. Kimberly felt exposed, vulnerable, as Jill's green eyes roamed over her most intimate places.

"You're perfect everywhere," Jill breathed, and then she was licking again, but lower this time, dragging her tongue from Kimberly's dripping entrance down to her ass, circling the tight ring of muscle that still tingled from earlier attention.

"Jill," Kimberly gasped, her hands flying to her own breasts, pinching her nipples as Jill's tongue pressed against her ass, wet and insistent. "Oh god, that's so dirty."

"Do you want me to stop?" Jill asked, looking up, her chin glistening.

"No," Kimberly whimpered. "Don't stop. Please."

Jill didn't stop. She worked Kimberly's ass with her tongue, pressing inside, fucking her with it while her fingers found Kimberly's clit and rubbed tight, desperate circles. The dual sensation was overwhelming—Kimberly had never felt so full, so completely claimed. She was making sounds she didn't recognize, guttural and raw, her hips grinding against Jill's face shamelessly.

When Jill slid two fingers into Kimberly's pussy while keeping her tongue busy on her ass, Kimberly came undone. The orgasm ripped through her like a storm, her body convulsing, her vision whiting out at the edges. She was still trembling when Jill crawled back up, kissing her deeply, letting her taste the musk of her own body.

"My turn," Kimberly insisted, her voice rough with desire. She pushed Jill onto her back and mirrored her actions, spreading Jill's legs wide, feasting on her with renewed enthusiasm. She licked Jill's pussy until she was dripping, then ventured lower, pressing her tongue against Jill's ass, encouraged by the sharp intake of breath above her.

She used her fingers too, sliding three into Jill's soaked pussy, curling them to find that rough spot that made Jill's hips buck off the bed. Jill was babbling, her red hair wild against the pillows, her hands gripping the sheets as Kimberly worked her from both ends—tongue in her ass, fingers pounding her pussy, the rhythm relentless and filthy and perfect.

"Kim, Kim, I'm gonna—" Jill's warning was cut off by a scream as she came, her body locking up, her ass clenching around Kimberly's tongue, her pussy gripping Kimberly's fingers in rhythmic pulses.

Kimberly didn't stop until Jill was pushing her away, oversensitive, laughing and breathless. They collapsed together again, tangled in sweat and each other.

"I think," Jill panted, her chest heaving, "we need a shower."

They stumbled to the bathroom, limbs loose and heavy with satisfaction. Jill started the water, adjusting it until steam began to fill the room. They stepped in together, Kimberly immediately wrapping her arms around Jill from behind, resting her chin on Jill's shoulder as the hot water cascaded over them.

Jill leaned back into her, reaching behind to run her hands along Kimberly's wet thighs. "You're insatiable," she teased.

"You're addictive," Kimberly countered, her hands sliding around to cup Jill's breasts, slippery with soap and water.

They took their time washing each other, exploring every curve and hollow with soapy hands. Jill turned around, pressing Kimberly against the shower wall, kissing her under the spray. The water made their skin slick, their bodies sliding together with delicious friction.

Jill dropped to her knees in the shower, the water beating down on her red hair as she buried her face between Kimberly's thighs again. Kimberly gasped, her head falling back against the tile, her fingers tangling in Jill's wet hair as Jill licked her with the water running down between them. It was different here—sensual, cleansing, yet still dirty in the most exquisite way. Kimberly came quickly, her legs shaking, and Jill held her up, kissing her way back up Kimberly's body until they were sharing the taste between them.

They finally emerged from the shower, wrapping themselves in fluffy towels, their skin pink and glowing. Back in Jill's room, they pulled fresh sheets onto the bed—the others were too wrecked—and climbed in naked, skin to skin under the covers.

As the first hints of dawn began to lighten the sky outside, Kimberly nestled against Jill's side, her head on Jill's chest, listening to her heartbeat.

"Jill?" she whispered
"Can we do this again?"

Jill smiled in the darkness, pressing a kiss to Kimberly's forehead. "As many times as you want. This weekend is just ours. And after that..." She paused, her fingers tracing patterns on Kimberly's back. "After that, I hope this is just the beginning. We don't need those boys. We have each other."

Kimberly closed her eyes, feeling safe, feeling seen, feeling more alive than she ever had. The best of friends, she thought, drifting toward sleep in Jill's arms. The very best of friends.