0 comments/ 22015 views/ 2 favorites Lez Be Friends By: Bruce Swain Reading a story on the Web somewhere recently about a bloke who had a lesbian friend with whom he used to have mutual masturbation sessions - and eventually anal (but never vaginal!) intercourse - prompted me to submit this story of the time I had a lesbian flatmate. I was in my early 20s, and had finally got an apartment of my own - away from my previous flatmates who had the unfortunate habit of drinking their rent money instead of paying it to the landlord! This left me stuck with the entire rent, which for a 3-bedroom apartment nearly broke me. My new apartment had two bedrooms, so I immediately advertised for a flatmate - male or female, I didn't particularly care, as long as they paid their share! I took on the first applicant - mainly because she was a petite, very attractive brunette female. Her name was Margaret ("call me Meg") and she had a steady job as a nurse, so she would be able to pay her way with the rent. When I asked her if she had a steady boyfriend who might be spending nights with her, she said simply "No way!" We seemed to hit it off from the start, and of course I started to fancy my chances with her. If I could get her to share my bed, then we could get a third person in and split the rent three ways. It was on the first evening after she'd moved in, when we were sharing a bottle of wine, that Meg dropped the bombshell. "I feel I should tell you - I'm a lesbian." Well, I nearly choked on my wine, but recovered enough to stammer, "Hey - that's okay. But thanks for telling me - it will stop me from making a fool of myself trying to hit on you." She smiled nervously and said, "Would you try to hit on me? If I weren't lez?" "Sure!" I replied honestly. "You're a foxy little chick!" "A 'foxy little chick', eh?" She shook her head, still smiling. "I never thought of myself as one." "Well, you are," I assured her. "And if you don't mind me saying, you being a lesbian is a terrible waste!" She laughed at that, and said, "I'm sorry if I raised your hopes, then. I'll move out if you want me to." "No," I said, quickly. "Please stay." "Okay," she said. "Thanks." Well, we talked some more, finished the wine, and staggered off to our respective beds. We did become quite good friends after that, and Meg looked after the apartment very well while I was away at sea. If she had a lesbian friend stay overnight, she never told me - and I didn't ask. About six months down the track, I returned from a two-month deployment, and that evening we "celebrated" my return with take-away Chinese and a good bottle of Riesling. I'd had a few drinks already, so while I wasn't exactly pissed I wasn't feeling any pain. "God!" I said eventually. "If I don't get some sex in the next day or so my sperm bank is going to overflow!" "I know how you feel," Meg said. "I haven't had any for a month - and for a lesbian that's a drought!" So naturally the conversation then flowed on to sex. I asked her how long she'd been a lesbian, and she said, "Since I was about fifteen, I guess. I suppose you could say I was pushed into being one." "How was that?" I asked, genuinely interested. "I had this boyfriend - a real hunk. I guess it's the old story - he wanted to go all the way, and I didn't. Anyway, one night he got me drunk at a party and raped me." "Nice type," I said, sarcastically. "That wasn't the worst of it - he then had a few of his mates do the same." "Did you report it?" I asked. She shook her head. "It would have been their word against mine." "Okay - so you didn't have a very nice introduction to sex. But why did you let that turn you off all men?" She took another sip of wine, and said, "It wasn't so much being turned off men as being turned on to women. I had this one good friend, Sally, and she was the only one I told about what had happened. She was very comforting, let me cry on her shoulder, that sort of thing. Then she kissed me - a friend's kiss at first, then a real kiss, tongue and all." "And you didn't object?" Meg shook her head. "No. I was a bit shocked at first, but then I found I liked it. Then one thing led to another, and before I knew it she was going down on me.' "And obviously you liked that," I said. "Uh-huh - I had my first ever orgasm, and from a girl's tongue! After that I was hooked. No worries about getting pregnant or catching something..." "I can understand that," I said. "But then most girls say you can't beat the feeling of a good...er..." I was about to say "cock", but Meg saved me. "Penis?" She actually blushed a little then as she said, "Well, there are substitutes..." "Ah - so that's what the buzzing noise is that I hear coming from your room!" I said. "You don't!" she said, really blushing now. "You can't - I mean..." Then she noticed the grin on my face. "Oh, good one - you got me, didn't you!" I had, but she took it good-naturedly. We'd finished two bottles of wine and I was opening the third when Meg said softly, "You know, I haven't seen a...penis...for over ten years - and only once in my life at that. I know it sounds silly, but would you...show me...yours?" I must have been more pissed than I realised, because I grinned like a schoolboy and replied, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!" Meg blushed again and said, "Deal - but you first." So I got unsteadily to my feet, dropped my trousers and briefs around my ankles, and stepped out of them. "Come on," she said, beckoning me. "Closer!" So I stood right in front of her, hands on hips, my flaccid cock showing absolutely no interest - for the moment... "Can I...touch?" Meg asked. I shrugged and said, "Sure." She reached out tentatively with one hand and took hold of my cock in her slender fingers - with an immediate effect! As it gave an involuntary twitch and began to harden she asked, "Am I doing that?" "Well, you're the only one touching it!" I replied. She began to move her fingers back and forth, squeezing gently, and in no time at all she was faced with my full erection. "Wow!" she said as she continued to stroke me, her eyes fixed on my boner. "Are they all this big?" I was flattered, and tempted to lie, but I answered, "I'm only about average. I guess it might be bigger than some, but then there must be lots of guys bigger than me." "Well, it's sure bigger than the ones that took my cherry. But then, they were only schoolboys..." I was really enjoying the slow hand-job she was giving men, and the proof came when a little pre-cum oozed from the slit. Meg's eyes went wide when she saw it, and she asked, "Did I do that, too?" "Uh-huh," I answered, my voice barely a croak. "Is that...I mean...have you...?" she stammered. "No, it's not - and no, I haven't. But it means I'm not far off!" I replied. Meg looked up at me with those big, brown eyes of hers and asked, "Do you like it? Do you want me to keep going?" "Yes and yes!" I answered. "Is this what you guys do to yourselves? What you call jerking off?" "When needs must," I said. "It's usually a last resort." "Like us girls diddling our clits, I suppose..." But not as messy, I thought. "Are you going to...you know...shoot?" she asked, sounding a bit nervous. "If you keep it up I will," I answered truthfully. "You don't have to, though..." "But you said you wanted me to keep going," she said. "I know, I did, but - " "Then I will. Just give me a bit of warning!" I assured I would, and she leaned closer as she began moving her hand faster up and down my shaft, watching the bloated crown swell even more as I got near to shooting my load. The pre-cum was flowing freely from my slit now, and Meg used it like a lubricant. "Uh...almost...now!" I gasped. I should have warned Meg not to get so close, as the first spurt landed on her cheek. She gave a startled gasp of "Oh!" and drew back quickly, but her hand kept moving. After a couple of spurts my ejaculation became more of a dribble, running over my knob and down across her stroking hand. Instinctively, I guess, she squeezed the shaft harder to draw the last few drops from me, then I was finished. As she watched my organ slowly wilt, she asked, "Was that good? Did I do okay?" "It was very good, thank you," I said sincerely. "You did just fine." Her brow furrowed as she looked at the jism on her hand, then she tentatively poked out her tongue and licked a bit off. "Mmm," she said, her brow still creased. "A bit salty - and a different taste from a girl." Not as fishy! I almost said. As she wiped her hand with a tissue I pulled up my briefs and trousers, and as I buckled my belt I said, "Okay - your turn now." She blushed again and said, "Yeah - a deal's a deal, I guess." So she stood up, wiggled out of her jeans, then slid her bikini panties down. Standing there in just her T-shirt, she said, "There's not much to see, is there?" In that pose she was right - all I could see was her little triangle of brown curls. "Well," I suggested, "sit down and spread your legs." She sat, but kept her knees together coyly. "Come on," I urged. "You said yourself - a deal's a deal." She was obviously starting to feel a bit embarrassed, despite the wine and her earlier bravado, as she put both hands over her eyes as she parted her knees slightly. "That's it - but a bit wider," I said. I helped by putting my hands on her knees, moving them far enough apart for her the silky curls to part and reveal her pussy. "Part your lips," I told her. "Or do you want me to?" She took her hands from her eyes - although she kept her eyes closed - and used her fingers to part the labia and reveal her pussy in all its glory. I would have loved to have sunk my face into it, but I was sure that would have ended things then and there! "It's beautiful," I said, and meaning it. She opened her eyes then, and asked, "Do you really think so? I mean, I've never had a man's opinion..." "Well, it looks beautiful to me. And you look very wet." She really blushed then, and admitted, "I thought I must be. I got a bit turned on...you know...doing that to you." "Well, I let you touch mine - can I touch yours?" We sounded like a couple of schoolkids! "I guess so - but only with your fingers!" Facing her like that it was a bit difficult, but by resting my hand on her lower abdomen I was able to rub her clit with my thumb. She moaned softly, closed her eyes again, and wriggled forward more on the chair. "Nice?" I asked. "Mmm...yes," she replied. "Someone else's fingers always feel better than your own." I couldn't disagree with that. Then, getting bolder, I tried to slip the index finger of my other hand into her vagina. Immediately she brought her legs together, and said firmly, "No!" Then, more softly, "Please don't - not now." So I withdrew the offending finger, but at least her "not now" gave me hope for later... I continued rubbing her clit with my thumb, feeling it grow harder and larger, and Meg let her head fall back, eyes closed, breathing quickly through parted lips. Almost as quickly as I had done she reached a climax, thrusting her loins forward against my hand, tossing her head from side to side and squeezing her breasts through the thin material of her T-shirt. When her spasms subsided, I withdrew my thumb and sniffed it unobtrusively as I sat back. Meg took a few deep breaths, eventually opened her eyes, sat upright in the chair and smiled at me. "Phew!' she gasped. "I really needed that!" "Same as I did," I replied smiling back at her. Then I asked, "How about showing me the rest?" "The rest?" she repeated, seeming a bit puzzled. "Oh - you mean my boobs?" "Uh-huh," I replied. With a shrug and a smile she said, "Okay," and drew her T-shirt over her head. Her breasts were as nice as I'd imagined them to be - not large, but in proportion to the rest of her, perfectly shaped with rosy pink nipples. I nodded appreciatively and said, "Very nice...very nice." Meg looked down at her breasts, cupped them and said, "I always thought they were a bit small." "No," I said. "Just right. Besides, anything more than a mouthful's a waste!" She stood up then, did a sexy little pirouette, and asked seriously, "Do you really think I have a nice body, then?" I was almost drooling as I replied, "A very nice body. As I said, it's a terrible shame." "Sorry," she said, sincerely, as she began to get dressed again. "But I am what I am. But that was okay - what we did, wasn't it?" "It was fine," I replied, "as far as it went. I still need a screw something awful, though!" She laughed and said, "I guess we both need a woman badly!" I couldn't argue with that, either... After that we seemed to have a mutual feeling for when we both needed to repeat that evening's "adventure". Eventually I managed to prevail on Meg to take me in her mouth, with she did - reluctantly and hesitantly at first, but she was a quick learner. And I never came in her mouth! And she let me return the favour, burying my face in her sweet-smelling and even sweeter-tasting pussy to eat her out. Then, one night, Meg "got lucky". She arrived home with another girl in tow, whom she introduced as Sally, then both of them disappeared into Meg's room. I resisted the temptation to go and listen at the door, and stayed on the couch watching TV. I guess I dozed off, because I woke to a most exquisite feeling - my cock being sucked by someone with a lot more expertise than Meg! I looked down, and saw that it was Sally. Apparently she wasn't totally lesbian - but bi. She didn't say a word, but when she had sucked me to full erection she produced a condom, slipped it expertly onto my raging hard-on, then "climbed aboard" as I sat on the couch. I was still too stunned to really do anything more than just sit there and enjoy - and enjoy I did, for the few minutes it took for me to reach my orgasm and fill the condom. Sally climbed off me, smiled - still without saying a word - and deftly removed the condom. Something made me look over my shoulder - and there, stark naked in the doorway, was a smiling Meg. She must have seen the look of gratitude on my face, as she said simply, "What are friends for?" Well, that was the start of a really great three-way relationship. When the three of us were together, the two girls would have their session, then I would get to fuck Sally - or be sucked off by both of them. Whenever Meg was on night shift, Sally and I would fuck like rabbits. Then, when I went off to sea again, the girls would keep each other happy. All good things must come to an end, however, and the first blow was when Meg applied for a highly-paid job in a private hospital in another state - and got it. Soon after, Sally found herself another girlfriend, and that was it. But it was great while it lasted! Lez Be Friends Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. * I had known Christa for years before she ever came out. Not only had I harbored a bit of a crush on her, but even my wife once told her that, if anything was to ever happen to her, Christa had her blessing to take her place. We had a lot in common and it always surprised me that some lucky guy hadn't scooped her up. When Wendy came into her life, she decided it was time to end the charade and admit to all of us that she was gay. I don't know that there was one person in her life who wasn't completely supportive of her and, when we got to meet Wendy, we embraced her as well. Purely by coincidence, Wendy and I ended up working at the same company a few years after she and Christa first got together. We didn't know each other really well but we got to know each other a little better even though we worked in different departments. It was during a lunch together that our conversation took a surprisingly intimate turn. "Did you know that Christa has never been fucked by a guy?" Wendy asked. She continued before I could respond, "That's not to say that she's a virgin; just that she's never been fucked by a guy." "You're telling me this why?" I had to ask, though trying not to sound rude about it. "I'm concerned," she said, "I don't want her to have some kind of mid-life crisis in a few years and decide she needs to fuck a guy, or worse, multiple guys. I'd actually rather facilitate it happening now and help her get it out of her system rather than leaving it to potentially build up." "So she hasn't said she wants to get laid, but you're just hoping to head her off at the pass?" I asked, still not sure why she was telling me something so intimate. "Right," she replied, "I figure I find the right guy for the job then talk to her about it. With the right guy, it shouldn't take too much convincing...for either him or her." "Am I in contention for the right guy?" I asked after a sudden revelation. "In contention would imply that there are others under consideration," she replied, "I'm hoping that you'll be interested in helping me out and I'm sure that Christa would be more than happy to have you as, hopefully, the only guy she ever screws." It took a few minutes for me to digest what I was being asked to take part in. This was obviously something I'd be interested in, given that I'd had a crush on Christa, but it was also something that we'd need to be discreet about, especially given that I was married. "You'd be there, too, right?" I asked, as I considered that she'd need to be present to facilitate and that it might be a little bit awkward without her. Wendy had a nice figure and a set of tits to rival Christa's, so there was no way I'd be able to turn down the opportunity to be with both of them. "I, uh," she stammered, clearly not having given it that much thought, "I guess it would make sense if I was there, too." That sealed it for me so we got down to the details of her discussing it with Christa then how we would pull it off. I suggested that they mention in the presence of my sister, who they were closer friends with, some home repair that they needed, knowing that she would recommend they call me. I knew that my sister-in-law would mention it to my wife so, when she brought it up, I could say that I'd just talked to Wendy about it at work and we just needed to figure out when I could make it over there. As it worked out, my wife actually helped me schedule a day and time to go fuck a couple of lesbians. Wendy and I had lunch again the Friday before and made sure that everything was set and it seemed that we were all pretty excited about it. I showed up at their condo on Saturday with a trunk full of tools that would never be used as there was only one that I expected I would need. I hugged each of them when they let me in then we agreed to go ahead and get started. They led me to their bedroom and, as Wendy and I had already discussed, they started to undress me. I raised my arms as they worked together to strip off my shirt then kicked off my shoes as they undid my shorts and let them drop to my ankles. While I stepped out of my shorts they were massaging the obvious bulge in my briefs, which they then also slid down, ending up on their knees, staring at my throbbing tool. They looked it over but didn't touch it then stood and asked me to lie in the middle of their bed. "Are you hot for some cock?" Wendy asked Christa while fondling her tits. Christa nodded with a big smile so Wendy started to pull her shirt up. I watched intently as Christa raised her arms and her bra was soon visible. As Wendy was tossing Christa's shirt aside, Christa started to remove Wendy's shirt, as well. They caressed each other's tits through their bras before each reaching for the other's shorts and starting to slide them down. My cock was completely rigid as I admired the two of them in just bras and panties, now making out while squeezing each other's asses. They both moved their hands up to the back of the other's bra while stepping slightly apart and were both quickly allowing their respective bras to slide down their arms. They both turned to face me and show off their tits, which I definitely appreciated. Christa's nipples and areolas were a bit larger than Wendy's, but there wasn't much difference in the size of their tits. They both then grabbed the sides of their panties and started to slide them down, revealing two trim bushes that nearly matched in their light brown color. As soon as they'd stepped out of their panties, they both moved up onto the bed as I watched their tits bouncing and swinging. They knelt on either side of me and Wendy took my cock in her hand while asking Christa if she was ready. Christa nodded so Wendy had her straddle me and guided my tool toward her approaching pussy. As she lowered herself onto my tool, she moaned and, feeling how hot, wet and tight she was, I did the same. "What should I do?" Christa asked, though I'm not sure whether the question was directed at me or at Wendy. "Just start moving until you figure out what feels the best," I replied, my hands moving up to caress her succulent tits. Wendy had moved up to lie beside me and was watching as Christa started to move up and down on my cock. Her pussy felt incredible and the soft smooth flesh of her bouncing tits felt pretty awesome, as well. I didn't know whether to look at Christa's tits or her trim bush as my cock penetrated below it or her pretty face with the range of expressions passing over it. I settled for alternating between them and, once I noticed, also included Wendy's fingers gently stroking her own pussy. When Christa apparently determined the most pleasurable movement, she started moving faster and moaning more. I just lay there letting her ride me while caressing her tits and gently tugging her hard nipples, which I hoped I'd get the opportunity to suck on. Her pussy had been hot and wet when it had first engulfed my cock but, the longer she rode me, the hotter and wetter it continued to get. When Wendy could no longer resist and reached out to stroke Christa's clit while she bounced up and down on my cock, Christa's pussy only felt better and better. I guess Wendy wanted to get more involved because she got up and got behind Christa, still stroking her clit and kissing her neck while I continued to play with her tits. It didn't surprise me when Christa suddenly let out a gasp and her body started to tremble. She kept moving and I kept fondling her through what was apparently a long and intense orgasm. When she finally let out a long sigh, she stopped riding me but didn't get off right away. "Are you going to fuck him now?" she asked Wendy. "Uh..." Wendy replied, again apparently not having thought everything through completely. "Christa, would you mind if I ate your pussy, to see how I compare to a lesbian?" I asked, figuring if the two of us were occupied, Wendy could decide what she wanted to do. Christa moved forward, my cock slipping out of her, and straddled my head. I watched as her trim bush approached, then took an ass cheek in each hand as I started to lick her slit. Glancing up, I could see that she was gripping the headboard and that her tits were looming above me. I was pleasantly surprised when I felt Wendy adjusting her position slightly while taking my cock in her hand. While I was slurping up Christa's copious juices, Wendy guided my cock to her hot pussy and eased herself down on it. Wendy's pussy wasn't quite as snug as Christa's, but it was equally hot and slippery, so it felt awesome as she slowly began to move on my cock. Christa had started humping my face as I ate her so I moved a hand off of her ass and slipped a finger into her pussy while focusing on licking and sucking her clit. Glancing up again, I could see that Christa's tits were in Wendy's hands so it didn't surprise me that her moaning was getting louder as I noticed Wendy pulling on Christa's hard nipples. It was really incredible to me that, not only had I seen Christa naked and fucked her, but also that I was currently devouring her pussy while her girlfriend was riding my cock. I was certainly savoring the opportunity as well as the taste of her pussy and the feel of Wendy's. I could feel both of their pussies becoming hotter and wetter the longer I enjoyed them, but Christa started to shake while letting out a cry before Wendy. I kept eating her while my finger was flooded with even more nectar but, once she'd finished cumming, she climbed off of my face, so I sucked on my fingers while Wendy continued to ride me. I watched her tits bouncing so my hands eventually ended up caressing them and stroking her hard nipples while she got closer and closer to cumming. She seemed totally into fucking me and Christa was totally into watching her fuck me, so it was win-win all the way around. I could feel my orgasm getting closer but the way Wendy was moving and moaning made me believe that I wouldn't be cumming before she did. While I was enjoying the opportunity to fondle her tits and was eyeballing her naked body, Wendy was verging on her own long, intense orgasm. When she started to shake and let out a gasp, I just relished the feel of her pussy as it was flooded with additional lubricant. When she'd finished cumming, she just sat there, impaled on my still throbbing tool, as she caught her breath. "It seems only fair that we make you cum now," Wendy said, still sitting on my cock, "but, to be honest, neither of us is very big on the idea of you cumming in our mouths." "Would you mind if I fucked your tits?" I asked, turning to direct the question at Christa. "No, I guess not," she laughed, as if it was the most absurd thing she'd ever heard. I couldn't imagine that she was unfamiliar with the concept, but maybe she was. Wendy climbed off of my tool and Christa took my place in the middle of the bed once I'd risen to my knees. As I straddled Christa's ribs and lay my cock between her tits, Wendy just knelt beside us and watched. I squeezed Christa's tits around my tool and brushed my thumbs over her nipples as I started to slowly slide my cock against the soft, smooth flesh. Wendy watched for a couple of minutes, but soon moved out of my sight as I was focused on Christa's tits. When Christa closed her eyes and started to moan, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Wendy had buried her face between Christa's thighs. I took a long look at her round ass sticking up in the air, then went back to watching my cock sliding between Christa's tits. My breathing rate was picking up as I got closer and closer to cumming but I was trying not to fuck her tits harder and faster so I could draw out the pleasure. The level of pleasure continued to increase until I finally started shooting ropes of cum onto Christa's chest. Christa let out a gasp of surprise and watched as I unloaded onto her. Once I was spent, I let her tits fall away from my tool and climbed off of her. Kneeling beside her, I had a great view of Wendy devouring her pussy, which made me want to do something else, too. Obviously my cock was not ready for another go, but the way Wendy was positioned on her knees gave me another idea aside from fucking her from behind. Lying on my back, I slipped underneath her, between her legs, and started to lick her pussy. I heard Wendy moan, which encouraged me, and I caressed her ass with both hands while I slurped up her juices. I tried reaching up over my head to caress her dangling tits but it proved to be a bit awkward, so I went ahead and slipped a finger into her pussy. As I licked and sucked her clit, I was pumping my finger in and out while caressing her ass once again with my free hand. It felt like Christa was writhing around quite a bit on the bed and I could hear her moans over the slurping sounds that both Wendy and I were making. When she started to cum, I could actually feel the vibrations through the bed as her body shook under the stimulation of Wendy's clearly talented tongue. I continued to eat Wendy's pussy as Christa was cumming and, once she was done, Wendy's moans were more audible, not being muffled by Christ's pussy. I felt Christa get up and move but couldn't tell where. When it felt like she was kneeling beside Wendy, I glanced up to see her hands on Wendy's tits. I was glad that Christa knew how to push Wendy's buttons because I immediately felt her pussy getting wetter and more engorged. I kept up what I was doing and hoped that Wendy was enjoying it enough, given that it was a guy's tongue and not a girl's. It wasn't much longer before she started to cum, her body trembling as I continued to lap at her clit. When she'd finished cumming, she moved off of my face and we all ended up lying in the middle of the bed. "So, I know you both came, but how did my oral skills measure up from the standpoint of a lesbian?" I asked. "No complaints," Christa replied and Wendy agreed, "I definitely wouldn't turn down another opportunity, but I will always prefer Wendy's tongue." "That's sweet," Wendy replied as I rolled my eyes, "but what about getting laid for the first time?" "I have to say that I actually enjoyed it," she replied, "I don't have any intentions of going straight, but if the same people were involved, I'd be open to the experience again." "How about you, Wendy?" I asked. "Given that I wasn't planning to be involved," she said, "I'd have to agree with Christa that I'd be open to doing it again but only with this same group." "Well, before I leave," I replied, "we can come up with a list of potential future repairs to get me back over here again."