Losing – A True Story
LOSING – A TRUE STORY is an erotic story of two teenage best friends sharing one night of discovery for one and loss for the other. This is a highly erotic story of lesbian reluctance that takes you from the height of arousal to melancholy of loss in around 1500 words. Amazing!
When I was 18 I spent a lot of time with a girl named Beth. She’d been my best friend since 6th grade and I thought there was nothing we didn’t know about each other. Boy was I wrong!
I was a skinny, brown-haired, cheerleader at that time. I lettered in swimming and diving and had a great boyfriend who (I thought) I was in love with. Beth was the same age, a little shorter at 5’1″, and weighed all of 90lbs. She had blonde hair in a shag cut and she really was a total hottie!
We shared everything! Whatever one of us had or knew was immediately shared with the other. She was the sister I never had, a twin sister at that!
Of course, we always talked about sex. Everything from first periods to first dates. And beyond that, there was no subject I could imagine us not being able to discuss. And so it was when we were both 18 and spending the night in the loft of her dad’s barn that a new subject came up.
We often slept out there in the warm summers. Being near the horses, laying in the soft itch of old straw. On woolen blankets which smelled of years of hanging in the drafty rafters. I loved it, it was our special place where we could be alone and talk about whatever we wanted without fear of being overheard or disturbed.
The single electric bulb up in the loft was unscrewed just enough to keep it dark. Moonlight filtered in through the half-open bay door and we could hear the horses quietly moving in their stalls below.
I was in a T-shirt and old jeans, smooth and faded, and hugging myself. I had one leg over my knee and I was squinting as I picked at a toenail with a long, thin piece of straw. Beth was laying next to me, in a loose halter top and cutoff shorts. It was dark up there, but not so dark we couldn’t see each other. I looked at Beth and saw her green eyes in the moonlight like a deer when they’re sometimes caught in headlights.
She had just asked me if I ever “touched” myself. Privately, in my secret place. We’d kinda gone around the subject of masturbation before. We both knew everyone did it, but it was still embarrassing to imagine that everyone else knew you did it! Anyway, I stopped picking at my toe and looked at her. “Hmmm… What?” I asked, pretending I hadn’t heard her, wanting to see if she’d repeat it.
“I asked if… You know… Do you touch yourself?” Beth asked again; in a low almost stage whisper. It would have been funny if she hadn’t looked so serious! But then, I was always the one with the quick wit.
“You mean masturbate?” I asked in the most clinical voice I could muster. But I couldn’t hold it and I laughed. “Sure, what do you think? It feels good!”
I went back to my toe, still acting like she was an airhead for even asking. Leave it to the blondes! laugh… I always teased her about being blonde. A couple of times we’d actually gotten into arguments over hair color! Never something serious, just our hair. We were two of a kind and now she wanted to talk about jerking off!
“Lisaaaa…” she dragged out my name like a whine. “You know what I mean… When you do it, I mean, how do you do it?”
Now I was paying attention. “What? You mean you’ve never done it?” I must have been too loud because she immediately shushed me, looking around like a hunted animal, telling me to be quiet!
Beth went on to tell me she had tried it a bunch of times, but it never felt like anything special. Not like she’d heard it was supposed to.
We talked for quite awhile about how things should feel and shouldn’t, how everyone is different, blah, blah… In the end she finally convinced me to finger myself while she watched.
I’m still not quite sure, thinking back on it, that I didn’t let her talk me into it a bit too quickly… As though I wanted to do it. At the time I was suddenly very shy in front of her.
We’d seen each other naked hundreds of times! We’d touched each other just about everywhere you can imagine at one time or another, but this was different. I finally peeled off my pants, leaving my shirt and panties on. Beth took off everything, to make me feel more comfortable she told me. As if having another girl, even my best friend, naked next to me while I did the most secret thing in my life was going to help me relax!!
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I ended up closing my eyes, as I usually did anyway, and started rubbing myself in small, soft circles through my underwear. I knew Beth was watching me and I’d deliberately avoided looking at her nude body. Having a hard time relaxing, my pussy is usually really quick to juice up, but this time I was staying dry. I didn’t want Beth to feel bad though, so I kinda pretended like I was getting excited. I was only 18 and I was having my first fake orgasm!! laugh… Pathetic!
I didn’t overdo it at least. And actually, as I started to breathe like I was getting excited and moving my hips ever so slightly against my fingers, I really did start to relax! I almost forgot Beth was there, I could feel my body responding to my fingers and I let my mind wander to thoughts of guys at school and teen idols and everything else a teenage girl finds thrilling.
As I became more and more aroused I pulled my panties down and started rubbing myself like I really did when I was alone. I worked a finger in and out of my pussy and pushed my thumb lightly against my clit, gently, over and over again. I was getting there, totally oblivious to everything until I heard Beth moving quietly closer.
She was lying next to me, almost touching my thighs with her face just a few inches from my wet pussy. I didn’t know what she was doing, only that I didn’t want to stop!! I was so close! Cum at any moment. I remember it like it was frozen in time when I felt Beth’s hand on mine. Her fingers between mine, rubbing my aching pussy! It surprised me so much I came immediately! The best cum I’d ever had, up to that point in my life! All I could do was fall back and press our fingers against the center of my pleasure. I wasn’t even aware of Beth’s fingers being distinct from my own.
I was still cumming when Beth leaned over me, placing her warm wet mouth over mine and she kissed me like no one ever had before. None of the boys I’d ever kissed had done it like that. Her tongue pushed past my lips as I gasped for air and I responded, sucking on her tongue and drinking her sweet breath. I couldn’t help myself; I was just too far gone.
She was still rubbing my pussy, pushing a finger aside me, into my slick pussy. I felt her small, hard nipples against my bare skin. Her breasts, larger than mine, pressed against my bare arm. How long we kissed like that I don’t know. I honestly can’t say. When Beth finally pulled her fingers from my pussy and looked at me, I was scared to see her. I looked away when she put her fingers in her mouth, licking them and tasting me.
I was frightened and confused and I sat there, trying to cover myself up while Beth tried to talk to me like she was my boyfriend or something. She told me how beautiful I was and how much she liked being with me. She told me how she’d always loved me, always thought of me as more than just a friend. Beth told me it was okay to be scared, but she knew I would feel the same way about her. That we were meant for each other.
Part of me believed her. Part of me wanted to believe her so badly. She was like a sister to me and part of me felt betrayed too. I didn’t love her that way and never told her I did. I never pretended I did. It was then that got angry with her for doing this to me. Angry with me for feeling this way. Everything was wrong. Looking back I knew the signs were there, for far longer than I’d ever imagined.
But that night, in the loft, I couldn’t give her what she needed. She tried to hug me, maybe it was the same hug we had always shared… Maybe it was a new kind of hug, a dangerous hug. I rejected it, shrugged it off, and got dressed in silence. We were still friends after that, but we were never best friends again. And I still cry when the moon is full and I think I smell straw and old woolen blankets in the dark.
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