2 comments/ 32882 views/ 8 favorites Holly Day By: Many Feathers It was her father's idea to name her that, since his last name was Day. Back then, it was a cutesy thing to do, though in the beginning Holly wasn't too sure about that. Eventually, however, she liked it as it always reminded her of better days and a happier way of life. Holly and I had been best friends ever since grade school. With reddish brown hair that fell way past her shoulders, green eyes and a picture perfect figure that had the boys drooling, it was in a way comical to know, a secret back then, she had no interest in them, none whatsoever, even though I wasn't to learn this for a while yet. I was a little chubbier then too, though that was partially due to the fact that I developed fairly early on, so my breasts seemed to fill out overnight, and with the insecurity that went along with that, having "tits" when no one else really seemed to, caused me to eat a little more than I should have. I got a lot of teasing about my size, but realized a year or so later, it was more jealousy because I had boobs, and most of the other girls growing up with me didn't. The only one who never teased me, and who befriended me of course, was Holly. The fact that she lived just a couple of doors down made it easy for us to spend a lot of time together as well. And being an only child, my mother all but adopted Holly and welcomed her at our home as much as Holly's mother welcomed me at theirs, especially that first year of High School when everything seemed to happen at once. When Holly's father left her mother for another woman, and when I first learned the truth about who my best friend in the world truly was. By now of course I had shed all of those chubby little girl pounds and had filled out most of my five foot nine inch frame. One of the advantages of that of course at the time, was that I was taller than most of the boys in my class, and held it over them to some degree for the torturing teases a lot of them had forced me to endure growing up through grade-school. Not that I was a knock-out or anything like that, Holly was the real beauty, but cute enough to receive a great deal of attention, though I still attributed a lot of that to my larger than average sized breasts. I had grown out my dark auburn hair, trying to emulate Holly's I suppose, though it wasn't quite as long as hers, but we had spent many hours brushing one another's hair together, and which in a strange sort of way, is what brought me onto the path of sexual discovery and the long hidden secret about my friend. The big thing was, we had finally graduated from high school and with summer vacation finally at hand, Holly and I looked forward to spending a lot more time together, especially the sleep-overs which both of our families welcomed, primarily because they knew where we always were for one thing, and for another, neither of us was involved with boys at the time, not that we didn't get a lot of attention from them, we both did. But with Holly shrugging them off like water on a duck's back, I tended to follow along doing the same. We had spent a good part of the evening brushing one another's hair as we often did, having first slipped into our PJ's, which for me usually consisted of a short baby-doll nightie of one sort or another. Holly had always worn simpler things to bed, such as a loose fitting white tee shirt, and plain cotton white panties. And it was of course no big deal dressing, or undressing in front of one another either. After all, I had seen her naked in the showers at school for a couple of years now, just as she had seen me. We'd watched one another develop, change, even on occasion commenting on those changes, and several times doing laughable, childish comparisons of one another. I was in the process of slipping into one of my night gowns as Holly sat at her dressing table, already wearing her favorite nightly attire when she spoke, stopping me in stride. "You really do have beautiful breasts," she told me. Like I said, she'd commented on them before, we both had. But I'd never heard her call them beautiful before. "Thank you," I said feeling a little silly, then slipped into the top I had brought along preparing to button it up. "No don't, let me look at you for a moment," Holly said surprising me once again. I don't know why that flustered me, or why it suddenly felt different as she stood and walked over. But in the next instant she stood cupping my breasts in her hands, and then kissed me. For a moment, I didn't know what the hell to do, so I simply stood there kissing her back, letting her feel up my boobs with my mind racing a hundred miles an hour. Seconds later she broke off the kiss and immediately apologized. "No reason for you to do that Holly!" I told her, a strange sort of excitement pulsating through my entire body. I certainly wasn't shocked by it either, not really. I knew a few of the other girls in school had kissed other girls, and many of them having done so long before we just had. A natural normal things for many women to do growing up, expressing curiosity, and romancing, or fantasizing about those first grown up kisses that would come later on, though most girls were using one another to practice on prior to that happening. "Yes there is," she told me sitting back down in her seat. "There's something you need to know Mandy, something I've never told you about." I knew she was being serious, she was wearing that serious expression on her face she always wore when it really was serious, like the time she had told me about her father's leaving, and then a year later when she informed me how her mother was dating another man, and how much she hated the guy already, primarily because of the way he looked at Holly whenever her mother wasn't around. "So what? Tell me," I urged her now sitting down on the corner of the bed across from her. I didn't even realize, nor consider it really, that I still hadn't finished doing up the top of my nightgown. My full breasts continued to sit there in full view, my nipples actually hardened by the quick gentle caress of Holly's hands. She spoke, though still gazing towards me, her eyes obviously locked onto my breasts though for a moment longer, the reason behind that still hadn't struck home, until she looked up into my eyes and then told me. I was at first shocked. Back then, gays and lesbians really were in the closet, I mean you never really heard anything about them, and you certainly didn't openly see anything. The fact that Holly had come straight out and told me that she found girls/women attractive, and that she wasn't attracted at all towards men, still had me struggling to accept it. As I sat there listening to her, listening to all the years of pain she had struggled with her feelings, her hidden secrets, I began to see a side of Holly I had never known before, and finally, clearly had come to understand. Even having said that, I still wasn't sure how I felt about it personally. I knew that I was indeed attracted to men, a few of them anyway, but more importantly, had never really entertained thoughts or fantasies towards women. Until now. # As it turned out however, Holly's revelation to me came during the worst week of my entire life. Less than a few days later, she and I both learned that her mother had agreed to marry the guy that Holly absolutely despised, and worse, that her mother was pregnant. In addition to that, her soon to be stepfather had taken a new job in California, and had announced to Holly that they would soon be moving. Holly begged, even pleaded with her mother to at least spend some additional time with me. My parents had even agreed to let her do that, as there was plenty of room. All to no avail however, as both Holly's mother and soon to be stepfather were adamant about her moving with them. Holly's only consolation being that she had always wanted to see California. We spent that last night together at my place. A night I wouldn't soon forget, and would spend the next year alone thinking about many a time. # A year later I had taken on a job at a local bar, and though we had continued to correspond, even talk on the phone several times, it just wasn't the same. We missed one another certainly, but I could tell that Holly was becoming withdrawn and even more depressed. Then one evening I received a phone call from her. "Holly!" I said with delight when I realized it was her. "What's up, how've you been?" She was half laughing, half crying. "I'm coming home Mandy," she told me. "I'm finally coming home!" "What? What happened? What do you mean? What are you talking about?" I stammered into the phone. She laughed again trying to get me to shut up. "If you'd quit talking for a moment, I'll tell you." Then she did. I knew from previous conversations with her over the phone that she truly hated her new stepfather, and with good reason, which she now had confirmed with me as she spoke. She had told me before that whenever she had found herself alone with him, how he was always leering at her, making suggestive or totally inappropriate comments about her body, how she dressed, and that she was nothing but a slutty little cock-teaser. She had laughed at that, for little did he ever really know. But then one night less than a month ago, he had come home late from work, actually late from the bar as Holly new the truth of it to be. Her mother now admitting to having reservations about marrying him, though doing so because of the pregnancy and feeling like Holly's little sister had needed a father. A decision she would come to regret. Holly had heard her stepfather come home, pretending sleep of course as she heard him climb the stairs towards their rooms. Most often, he would simply turn and head down the hall in the opposite direction, but every once in a while, he would stop, quietly open her door and peek in towards her. Holly had once asked for a lock to be placed on her bedroom door to ensure her privacy, but he had forbidden it, using some flimsy excuse of needing to get into her room in the event of some stupid emergency. She hated that, hated when he would stand there in the doorway looking towards her in the darkness for several long moments before finally closing the door, leaving. Holly would be holding her breath, fearful of what she thought him capable of doing. This night, he had come up the stairs, and as Holly had feared, stopped, opening her door. But this time, he came into her room, closing the door behind him. He had walked over towards her bed, though Holly had tucked herself deeply beneath the covers. And though she couldn't see him, she could hear him. She heard as he unzipped his fly, heard as he began masturbating himself while standing over her, mumbling to himself about her constantly teasing him with her supple little body, her cute perky tits, and her near perfect ass that she was always showing off beneath her too short, short-shorts. Had it not been for the light in her bedroom suddenly coming on, the shriek of her mother's own voice yelling at him to get out of her daughter's bedroom, Holly wasn't sure what just might have happened otherwise. To her immediate relief of course, they had kicked him out and were coming home again. Holly's mother had already arranged to get her old job back as a hairdresser, and her Uncle had already managed to find them a new place to stay. They wouldn't exactly be living a few doors down as they once had of course, but they would only be living a few miles away. "Oh Holly! I mean I'm sorry that all that happened!" I told her, meaning it. But I was also elated that I would soon be seeing my very best friend in the whole wide world once again. "When? How soon will you be here?" I asked. "Well, mom did say I could come earlier and stay with you for a few days, provided it was alright with your folks," she said hopefully. "Hell, I don't even need to ask!" I told her excitedly. "Just tell me what flight you'll be on, and I'll meet you at the airport!" I had a hard time trying to get to sleep that night, just thinking about her. I had missed her horribly, more than I even realized, and more than I would eventually come to understand. # As I've already mentioned, that last night with Holly had been one I had never forgotten. We had spent the night sleeping in the same bed together, or rather trying to sleep which it seemed neither one of us really could, though at some point, we had both pretended to, not wanting to face the coming day. With mere inches separating us there in the darkness, I soon felt a subtle movement, wondering, and then realizing what it was she was doing. I mean after all, I did it myself then, frequently. But even more surprising, as I lay there, sensing, hearing and even feeling her movements, I became aroused, excited, and began doing the same. She never spoke, but after a time I felt the touch of her hand upon me there beneath the covers, tentatively at first, and I'm sure worried. In an effort to ease her mind, as well as my own perhaps, I then reached over towards her, finding the touch of her, the surprising softness, and then the wetness to be mind numbing, thrilling, and exciting beyond imagination. Before long, we were openly finger-fucking one another with wild abandon, then Holly rolled over on top of me and began kissing me, all the while pressing herself against me as we humped like we were fucking one another, caressing one another's breasts, kissing some more, and finally fingering one another off towards two very intense, very heartfelt "this is good-bye" orgasms. # I picked Holly up at the airport late that afternoon. I was excited to see her of course, but almost missed seeing her even when I did. In the time she had been away, Holly had changed her overall appearance. I mean, she still looked like the Holly I once knew, but she was far more mature looking now than I remembered, and she had shortened her hair, considerably. We had rushed home after that, settled her into my room, had eaten dinner with my folks and spent some time catching up with them before racing back upstairs in preparation for bed, though neither one of us had any intentions of sleeping. It was just like old times, with one little exception. I think we were both remembering that last night we had spent together, and it was something that was nervously on our minds. "So I know about all the bad parts, tell me about some of the good ones," I prompted. "Surely there were some!" "There were, but not sure you'd really care to hear about them," she told me truthfully. "I've gone through a lot of changes," she said wearing that serious look. "That's obvious," I retorted, "But tell me anyway." "It's pretty heavy stuff," she said warning me off once again. "And I'd hate to think I was corrupting you," she said with a bit of a devilish grin. One thing was true, though I was almost twenty one, I was still a virgin and pretty naive about a lot of things. I'd only kissed a couple of guys, and only one of which I'd allowed to even feel me up, and that was through my blouse and not under it. But beyond that, not much else. And though I still masturbated nearly every day, that had remained my private little secret which I hadn't shared with anybody, including Holly. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you," she told me once again very seriously as she settled down in the bed lying next to me. We hadn't changed our clothes or anything, no-where's near ready for bed as yet, just lying on the bed, side by side. In some ways I was nervously wondering about that, as perhaps maybe Holly had been, which is why we hadn't even made any pretense at taking our clothes off. It must have been a thought running around inside her head, it certainly was in mine. "I met someone after we moved to California," she began. I didn't ask who, or interrupt, I figured the unspoken question would quickly be answered, and it was a moment later. "For something to do to occupy my time, and get me away and out of the house as often as I could, I went to work at one of those specialized boutiques they have there. Nothing like that here of course, and probably won't be for several years yet, but there...they were all over the place." I still wasn't sure what kind of 'boutique' she was referring to, but I remained silent letting her continue. "There were only three of us that worked there at night, me, another girl and the night manager who was also a woman. About the same age as my mother I guess," she added in reflection. "Anyway, I'd been there about three weeks, it was nearing closing time and I had just finished doing my cash drawer. Usually I just left after making sure I balanced as Jocelyn always closed up the shop. Anyway, I was over for some reason and kept counting and recounting and coming up with the same number over and over again. I mean it was better than being short of cash, but still, even being twenty dollars over was frustrating, as I couldn't figure out where the extra money had come from. I looked around for Jocelyn but didn't see her, and I also realized that Suzy, the other girl who usually worked with us in the evenings wasn't around either, though I figured she'd probably already gone home. I decided to find Jocelyn, tell her about the discrepancy, and then head on home." In had been interesting to note that Holly had closed her eyes as she recalled the story, as though seeing it all so very clearly in her minds eye. I decided to do the same, closing mine as she continued. "Anyway, so I checked the back storage area where Jocelyn usually went at night to check on any restocks we hadn't done, or that she could put out to have done in the morning with the day Manager and the one other girl that worked with her. But she wasn't back there. Which left only the one other place that she could be, down the hall past the dressing room area in the small little room she sort of claimed as an office, though it was so crowed inside there, it was hard to even find a place to sit. And it was even rarer that she went there, as it had become more of an additional storage room than office. As I started down the hallway and began walking past the three dressing rooms, I heard what was obviously some kind of moan coming from the third one. I slowed, stopped, and listened, hearing it again. About that time it dawned on me as to what was actually going on in there." "What?" I asked stupidly, but Holly continued without answering me directly. "I pushed on the door just a fraction and peeked inside. There sat Jocelyn on the small bench seat facing the mirror, Suzy was kneeling down on the floor in front of her, tits out as Jocelyn sat playing with them, but what immediately caught my attention, was that she was eating Jocelyn out!" "She was doing what?" I then said sitting up eyes wide open, which caused Holly's to do the same, though she merely continued to lie there. "You heard me," she said. "She was licking her cunt!" I really was naive. I'd never heard of such a thing before. I had heard about some girls, though I'd honestly never met one personally who had given a guy what many had called a "blow-job" so the visual workings of that had managed to stick inside my head though I'd never seen it. But I for some reason had never really considered the other side of that coin at all. And though I had certainly heard the word before, it was one that was always used as a major derogatory vulgarity when referring to one of those women who gave those boys I just mentioned a blow-job. "Oh my god!" Was all I said. "Why would she do that?" Which is when Holly burst out laughing. "Oh you poor innocent sweet young thing you," she said easily. "Anyway, there I stood watching the two of them for a moment when Jocelyn looks up in the mirror and sees me peeking at them through the crack in the door. All she says is, "Either come in and join us, or close the door and give us some privacy." Holly Day "What did you do?" I had to ask. Holly grinned. "I joined them of course!" "Shit Holly! Then what happened?" It was at that point that I noticed Holly had actually slipped one hand down the front of her jeans, there could be no other reason for her doing that, except to obviously be touching herself in some way, though she was very subtle about it. Laying back on the bed, I once again closed my eyes and listened as she continued on with the story. "For a moment, I just stood there watching them. It was mesmerizing really, watching Suzy licking the woman we worked for's pussy, but rather than finding it vulgar or revolting, the longer I stood there watching the more aroused and excited I became." "Would you like me to lick yours?" Suzy asked a few minutes later. "I wouldn't mind doing that myself," Jocelyn added. "How about we all take turns lying down on the floor here, and then we can eventually switch places." With my eyes closed, I suddenly had this very clear, very distinct vision of the three of them naked, lying on the floor in a connected circle licking one another. And as Holly had just stated, rather than finding it nasty, dirty or revolting, I found myself becoming fairly aroused by the thought of it. "So what was it like?" I asked, hearing Holly's giggle once again though I kept my eyes firmly closed, not willing to look into her eyes and let her see the flush that had spread suddenly across my face, though if she was looking, she'd have seen it anyway, just not the curiously-lusty look I might have given her. "It was heavenly," she sighed. "Especially when Jocelyn finally did it. I mean, Suzy enjoyed doing it, but Jocelyn was damn good at it! And it was the very first time for me too," she added with another long sigh. "And I knew there and then, there was no going back." I opened my eyes once again at that one. Holly still had her hand down the front of her pants, and it was very obvious now what she was doing to herself. "You ever think about that last night we spent together?" She asked suddenly. I caught myself short, but there was no use denying it either. After a moments more pause, I admitted I had. "Several times." "Did it freak you out? Bother you?" "No, but you should know that. If it had, I would have told you," I told her. She smiled at me. "Wish then I knew what I know about now," she added. "I wish I'd gone down on you rather than just finger you to climax." I remembered the orgasm, several of them in fact. "You can cum like that?" I questioned again stupidly. Poor Holly just shook her head laughingly and smiled at me. "Even harder than what we experienced," she admitted to me. "I've never cum so hard before in my entire life!" "Holy cow!" I retorted, "Who'd have thought?" She giggled once again. "I did, several times. And several times, wondering what it would have felt like if you'd been there instead." "You did?" "Oh yeah, on more than one occasion too," she added with a little wink. "Oh and one more thing I need to tell you about," she said. "I'm no longer a virgin either!" "Holly! No shit?" "No shit Mandy, but this part might surprise you, it wasn't a guy who popped my cherry either, it was Jocelyn." "Jocelyn?" "Yeah, Jocelyn." "Ok, now how is that possible? And how is it if you didn't do it with a guy that you're not still a virgin?" "I see this is going to be a long night," Holly said slipping out of bed. "And if we're going to stay up all night, which it looks like we will be, then I'm at least going to get comfortable before I tell you the rest of it." Holly immediately pulled the tight fitting tee shirt she was wearing up and over her head, quickly unclasping her bra, and throwing both items into the nearby chair. She then stooped, chucking off her jeans while I continued to lie there watching her. She wasn't wearing any panties, and as she turned to once again face me and slip back into bed, I saw the tiny little tattoo just above the neatly trimmed line of her pussy hair. "Hold it!" I said flatly. "What the hells that? And what did you do to your pubic hair?" She grinned kneeling down on the bed next to me. "Well, to answer your first question, it's a tattoo, and to answer your second, it just feels better this way, for a number of reasons." "For real? You mean it's permanent and won't come off?" "Nope!" "Let me see!" I didn't really realize I was suddenly face to pussy, or nearly so with Holly's cunny mere inches away from my face. "It's a butterfly!" I stated as though she didn't already know that. "You are correct," she said sarcastically, which is about the time I did realize I was hovering so close to her, and inched back a ways. "Wow, you're brave," I stated. "What did your mother say?" "She doesn't even know I have one," Holly told me. "And it's none of her business now anyway." "So why'd you shave your pussy like that again?" I asked now actually looking at it, to which she laughed. "Lets just say it's a lot nicer having it a little neater for whenever someone might decide to start licking it," she said almost in a way of challenge. "Now then, you going to continue to lay there with your clothes on and make me uncomfortable? Or you going to finally get undressed and get back into bed?" I know she didn't mean for it to sound the way it might have, but the implication was there, and surprisingly, I think it had been all along. I wasn't one hundred percent sure of anything, nor was I expecting anything for that matter, after all, it had been a while, and we'd both gone down two separately total paths. I did slip out of the bed on my side at that point however and began to undress. "You still wear those silly looking outfits?" she asked, "Silly looking?" I shot back, "I thought you said they were cute!" "Back then maybe, yes. But that was another time, another place," she told me. Then it was my turn to surprise her. "Nope, now I just sleep naked!" # In seconds I was as naked as she was, flipping off the overhead light throwing the room into darkness. A moment or two after that, I had slipped back into bed beneath the sheets beside her. "Why'd you turn off the lights?" she asked. "In case mom or dad comes up to check on us," I lied. Truth was, they wouldn't do that. "If they come up and see the lights off beneath the door, then they won't even bother us," I said continuing the lie. "Oh, ok," Holly responded. The truth of the matter was, I felt a little embarrassed. Here Holly was, looking far more mature and grown up, a naughty little tattoo, much shorter hair, and a trimmed pussy. And here I was, still feeling like the same little girl I'd always been, even with big boobs. "So, tell me how you lost your cherry," I reminded her. "Ok, but if I do, then you have to let me tell it my way, and do it my way while I do," she said cryptically. "What do you mean by that?" I asked. Then I felt her hand suddenly appear between my legs as she began slowly caressing me, just as she'd once done so long ago. "That answer your question?" she asked. I didn't answer her back, I was still trying to find my voice, but I did spread my legs a little, which was answer enough as she began speaking again. "One night after we had closed the store, Jocelyn asked if I'd like to come over to her place and have a drink. So I did. We sat on the couch sipping our drinks for a while when she asked me if I'd like to go into her bedroom and fuck." Though startled by the use of the word, the touch of Holly's fingers gently pressing against my lips as she related the story to me, kept me from responding to that. "It was then I told her that I was a virgin, and had never been with anyone before. She seemed surprised by that, but then assured me if I was willing, that she would be lovingly gentle with me." It was then that I felt Holly's other hand seeking mine, lifting it, and placing it upon her smoothly shaved mound. "We got undressed, then I sat there watching her as she began to put on one of those strap-on dildo's we sold at the store." "Strap on what?" "You know, dildo's?" "Dildos?" "Yeah, fake cocks, women wear them to have sex with one another if they're lesbians, or in some cases, women use them on themselves to masturbate with when they can't find a decent man to do it for them." "You're kidding me!" I stammered in disbelief. "Oh Mandy, you really do have a lot to learn don't you?" she stated, giving my lips a little pinch before settling back into the bed and continuing. "Anyway, she's really careful with me, takes a lot of time preparing me. She put a lot of baby-oil on the toy, which helped a lot, then had me kneel down on the bed "doggy-style". I had heard that term before of course, but now it had a whole new meaning for me as I envisioned my very best friend kneeling on this woman's bed while she in turn had fastened some sort of fake prick and was about to shove it inside Holly's cunt. "I don't know Holly, sounds kind of wickedly nasty to me," I told her. "Oh yeah Mandy, it was, wonderfully wicked and nasty," she sighed remembering, and proceeded to give my hard little clit nub a nice stimulating twirl with her fingers. "Then she slowly eased it inside me, just a little at a time, and the next thing I knew, she was in, though she just stayed there for a while without moving until I got used to it." "Didn't it hurt?" I wondered. "A little, yes. But I think it didn't hurt nearly as much as it might have, if I hadn't been masturbating with all sorts of things before hand." "What?" Once again she laughed. "Not sure you'll even remember this or not, but I'll tell you anyway. You'd come over one afternoon after school, I'd stayed home because I simply hadn't felt like going remember?" "Vaguely," I told her. "Anyway, mom was out so you let yourself in and came upstairs. I was sitting at my vanity with my back towards you." "Yeah, I remember, and you were naked." "Yeah, I'd been masturbating, though at the time you didn't know that of course. When I finally heard you and realized you were in the room with me, I turned and lifted the hairbrush to my hair, remember?" I did. "But what you didn't know perhaps, I'd been sitting there using it on myself, to play with." "You mean you were pushing it inside you?" I asked. "Well, sort of, like I sometimes did. Never actually got it in all the way, it always seemed to hurt too much to do that, but I kept trying, and seemed to make a little more progress every time I did. Mostly, I just used the smooth handle to rub up and down my pussy, between my lips and against my clit. I got off that way a lot. Anyway, I think that's why it didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would when Jocelyn finally shoved that dildo all the way through my hymen." "Fuck!" I said surprising myself, which I think surprised the hell out of Holly as well. "Now THAT's the Mandy I remember," she giggled, then once again lovingly ran her fingers up and down between the now very wet split between my legs. # Everything she did, and everything I felt I did back to her. I was oblivious at that point towards everything else. Only the touch of her slick tender fingers as they probed and played with my pussy, strumming the tip of my clitty, flicking it back and forth with a tender finger tip as I repeated the same movements, copying them in kind as she did. Hearing her little mewl like moans thrilled me immeasurably, making me realize she was enjoying it as much as I was, that I was thrilling and exciting her every bit as much as she was exciting me. "Mandy?" "Yeah?" "Would you let me..." I didn't even let her finish saying it before answering. "Yes Holly, yes. Eat me, please, please, eat me!" I had of course no idea what to expect, or certainly what it might feel like. I felt Holly suddenly toss back the covers, revealing us, though there was no light to have done so. I felt her soft body slithering down mine, though she stopped for too brief a while to suckle my breasts, tenderly licking and kissing each until they were twin towers of fiery infernos igniting an ever greater heat down between my legs. Only then did she finally move further downwards against me. I soon after felt the press of her fingers as they continued to explore, though opening, spreading. Automatically, I spread my own legs even further, knowing how wickedly obscene I must have appeared had either of us been able to see it so openly. Even so, I couldn't have cared less. All I wanted now was to feel the touch of her mouth upon me, the tickle of her tongue as it lapped sweetly over and around my super-sensitive clitoris. When she began doing just that, I nearly came up off of the bed, so intense, so sweet was the sensation, that within moments, I found myself in the midst of a very unexpected, very intense, very mind-blowing orgasm. # It took me a long, long time to recover from that. But when I did, I knew without any doubt in my mind whatsoever what I was going to do now. I didn't even ask. With Holly still lying between my legs, ever so gently licking me still, kissing me, I reached down, indicating as I did that I wanted her to move upwards against me. She did that. Then we kissed, passionately, needfully for a very long time. When at last we broke for air, I flipped her over onto her back unexpectedly and began slithering down her body just as she had done to me. "Mandy, you don't have to do this," she said softly. "I'd didn't expect or mean for you too." "I know that, I want to." Sure, I was nervous as hell, scared to death I wouldn't know what I was doing and that she'd hate it or something. Or worse, that I would. But that didn't happen. When I first placed my mouth on her sweet succulent pussy, I merely kissed it, kissing her as though those lips were the lips on her mouth. Maybe it was a goofy, strange way to begin. But that's what I did, and she liked it. So I kissed her some more, and then began to lick her, tasting the sweetness of the nectar that greeted me there. Holly's sweet tasting little cunny was intoxicating, and I soon found myself lapping at her pink precious split like a cat at a bowl of milk. Almost immediately she began writhing and moaning beneath me, rotating her hips in perfect rhythm to the light tender flicking of my tongue upon the hardness of her sweet little love-button. And then just as I had, and would soon again in fact, she was thrashing beneath me, wildly, so much so that I briefly worried there for a moment that my parents would hear the cries of passion and ecstasy that escaped from her lips as she came. I held her as she held me for long moments afterwards, only the sound of our still excited breathing filling the night air. "Mandy?" "Yeah?" "I'm telling you the honest truth here when I say this." "Yeah?" "That was even better than the way Jocelyn used to do it." "It was?" "Yes baby, it really, really, was." # We did a "69" after that, which was fun and still pleasurable, though to be honest about it, I really couldn't concentrate. I came again however, much to Holly's delight, and then forced her to roll over onto her back where I pleasured her with my mouth again for what seemed like an eternity. I had no idea one person could have that many orgasm's at once, but she did. After which we slept in one another's arms until the hunger and need of food woke us, each of us famished having spent so much energy pleasuring one another the night before. # It was Monday, so my parents had already both gone to work leaving us with most of the morning and early afternoon to ourselves. I had work that evening at the local bar here in town where I served drinks and waited on tables, but we had until then to spend the day together, though Holly promised she'd drop by the bar shortly before closing. We'd even jumped into the shower together, washing one another when I got an idea. "Holly? Would you do something for me?" I asked. "Just ask," she said smiling. "Whatever you want." "Would you mind shaving me?" I asked. She giggled excitedly. "Sure! I'd be happy to. You want a shave and a nice trim? Or a full shave?" I thought about that for a moment, "Oh hell, lets go for it, take it all off!" "Sounds fun, and while we're at it, you might as well do me too!" As silly as it might seem, watching Holly while she sat me down and began sheering me, then taking the razor to me was extremely erotic. Though she was almost clinical while doing it, the touch of her hand, the stroke of the razor, the soft brushing of cloth as she cleaned me off, re-soaping me before running the razor once again over my newfound smoothness was exhilarating. Even when she held up the small hand mirror for me to see, I couldn't believe the difference in the way I looked, but even more than that, there was a sensuousness about it that struck me, as Holly knew that it would as we stood there gaping at my vulnerably exposed pussy, my lips full, pink and thickening with each passing second. "Kind of exciting isn't it?" She stated. "Seeing it like that for the first time. Haven't you ever actually looked at yourself up close like this?" "No, not really," I admitted feeling a little foolish as I said that. "Well then do so silly! Look! Look at it, look at how beautiful it is, all pinky slick, reddening, and getting all puffy like!" Then she ran the tip of her finger over the rapidly hardening little nubbin that she'd exposed with her pressed fingers. "Watch me touch it, play with it," she told me. I couldn't help but do so, though it was a fight to keep my eyes from closing with the exquisite sensations that she was bringing me. "Now, watch yourself cum while I'm doing this," she told me. "What?" "You heard me," she said seriously. Watch what your pussy does when you orgasm, look at it when you do, watch it, enjoy it, and learn from it." Minutes later I had a deeply satisfying climax, watching my pussy throb, actually pulsating while Holly continued tickling my clit until I could finally stand it no longer. "Now it's my turn," she said grinning as she put in a new razor blade. # "So which bar are you working at?" she asked me later than afternoon as I prepared to get ready for work. "The Daisy Mae," I said sheepishly. "Oh no! Don't tell me that place is still open," she said laughing. It was. "Old man Miller still make the waitresses wear those low cut peasant blouses with the tight-ass butt Levi short-shorts?" I held the blouse up to show her we did. "Except the old man doesn't run the place anymore, his son does." "Jerry? The high school basketball jock we went to school with?" she asked. "Yep, same one," I told her, though I failed to tell her we'd gone out a few times over the past couple of months. "Wasn't he sweet on you in school?" she pressed. "No, not really, well...sorta maybe a little bit," I finally admitted. "But he was seeing Darlene at the time remember?" Holly laughed. "Oh yeah, wasn't she the big-boobed blonde cheerleader?" "Yep, that was the one." "Whatever happened to her anyway?" Then it was my turn to laugh. "Matter of fact, she's now a hairdresser, and if I'm not mistaken, she's working at the same place your mother will be." "Oh that's funny," Holly guffawed. "I'm going to have to drop by and tell her hello!" With that, Holly placed two fingers on either side of her mouth in a "V" shape and stuck her tongue out between them wiggling it obscenely as she did. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" I told her. "Come here," she said suggestively. "I'll give you a nice little clitty-cum to get you by until after work." Holly Day I was tempted, really tempted. But I needed to go in a little earlier and talk to Jerry before she came in later. It was important to me that I do, as he needed to understand how close the two of us were, had always been, and always would be. Holly had changed enough to know, or that most would know by now, just what her true preferences were, and I didn't want there to be a scene if he didn't quite understand or be accepting of her. "I'd like to, but I can't," shying away before my resolve melted. "But trust me, after work as soon as we get home, I want you to lick every square inch of this bare little pussy of mine," I quipped. Holly was grinning broadly at hearing that. "I'm going to hold you to that!" She told me. "Now, get that sweet little ass of yours inside those shorts, this I gotta see!" # Jerry was a lot more understanding and accepting than I'd imagined he'd be. Which I was extremely grateful for, though I neglected to tell him of course that we'd been licking one another's pussies. Something I am sure he'd have been more than happy to watch on the one hand, but not too happy about in hearing on the other, when I hadn't so much as let him lay a hand on me beyond feeling up my bra covered boobs the few times we'd gone out together. And I had admittedly mixed emotions about that too. As fun and exciting as this had all been, and as much as I really did love and care about Holly, the fact was, I knew I wasn't a lesbian. I was attracted to men, Jerry in particular, and I had every intention about doing something about that shortly before Holly showed up. Now, here I was enjoying a newfound sexuality with a friend, a girl friend at that, and enjoying every minute of it though I knew full well that one day I hoped to get married and have children. I didn't even know or understand what the word "bi-sexual" was either, nor would that label be one I would necessarily consider myself being. It wasn't "women" in general I was sexually attracted to, just one in particular, Holly. And I knew that eventually I would have to come to terms with that, but for now, it was nice simply spending time with her, discovering myself, and enjoying my new-found sexual freedom. # I was standing behind the bar talking to Jerry when Holly arrived. For a few moments I didn't see her, which was probably due to the fact that my lips were mashed against Jerry's at that particular moment. "Ah hem," we both suddenly heard a moment later. "Am I interrupting anything? Or can I just watch?" "Wow, it's certainly been a while hasn't it?" Jerry said extending his hand in greeting. "How've you been Holly?" He asked. "Yes, it has been, and I've been fine, especially lately," she said giving me a curious look. I knew Holly and I were going to have a lot to talk about on the way home. "I'm off tomorrow," I reminded Jerry. "Yeah I know," he responded. "We still on for the weekend?" I merely nodded my head yes, and then slipped my hand into Holly's heading for the doorway. "Plans?" Holly asked with a crooked smile on her face. Then, "So why didn't you tell me you two were dating?" "We've just started dating," I explained as we reached the car. "Nothing serious, we've only gone out a few times." "That kiss looked pretty serious," she added. "Maybe, who knows, he's nothing like you remember back in school, he's changed." "Haven't we all?" Holly said cryptically. "Especially you." "Me?" "Hell yes, in the last twenty four hours you've blossomed into a whole other woman!" I had to laugh at that, she was right. "You thinking on doing the nasty with him?" she asked. Truth was, I had been. But I was nervous about that too. I knew Jerry certainly wasn't a virgin, which Darlene had seemed to feel was her duty in life to tell everyone about. And I hadn't told Jerry I still was one either. "Thought about it," I admitted. "But the thought of it scares me a little too." # Things were abnormally quiet between us as we slipped into bed. For the first time in our friendship, it felt awkward. "Listen, Mandy, I've known all along that you'd one day end of marrying some guy, settle down and have a bunch of kids." "One kid, maybe two," I interrupted glad she'd at least spoken. "Whatever, my point is, we're friends, perhaps very special friends considering the circumstances. And I know you like me, perhaps even love me in that same special way, but I've always known that you're not gay, and that a permanent relationship between us beyond this just wasn't in the cards." What she said was true. There was something special between us that I really didn't want to end. And even though I now had certain other feelings towards Jerry, I didn't want him to come between us as much as I hadn't wanted Holly to come between Jerry and I either. "So now what?" I said sadly, nervously. "Well, I guess that's up to all of us now isn't it?" She said simply. "We either learn to deal with it and accept things, or we don't. It's really that simple." Fact of the matter was, it was! "So, you going to fuck him or what?" she said with a teasing tone of voice that immediately made me relax. "I want to, but like I said, I'm afraid." "Afraid? Because you think it will hurt?" "Not so much that, no. More afraid because I don't want to disappoint him, or myself for that matter. And as silly as this may sound, I'd rather he not know I am a virgin. I don't want him thinking he as to do some big honor my virtue thing if I were to tell him I was before hand. I just want to make love with him without any of that other stuff getting in the way." "Well, I don't know what to tell you about that," she mused "Glad I didn't really have that problem when I lost mine." Her comment gave me the opening I needed as I'd been considering something else. "Holly?" "Yeah?" "Would you?" "Would I what?" she said turning over in bed to face me directly. Though by the look on her face, she knew exactly what it was I was about to ask her. "Would you be willing to take my virginity?" She lay there looking at me for several long moments. "Are you sure about this?" she asked. "Very sure. I'm more sure about this than I've ever been about anything." "Will you be able to live with the thought that it was another woman who deflowered you, and not some guy?" she questioned me seriously once again. "The only thing I've ever been sure of, is I wanted my first time to be with someone I truly cared about, and who truly cared about me. And I can't think of a better person, including Jerry, than you." I rolled over on top of her then, and began kissing her passionately. "Whoa sport. If you're really serious about this, then we're going to do it my way, and it won't be tonight, not like this anyway." "When then?" I asked anxiously. "Well, you said you were off tomorrow right?" "Right." "Then tomorrow, you leave things up to me. I'll make sure it's the kind of evening and night then that you've dreamed about." I laughed when she said that. "What's so funny?" "How'd you know what I've been dreaming about all these years?" I said teasing her back. She slapped my ass then, hard! "Because I know you Sleeping Beauty, I've always known you." "Speaking of which, how about you come here and give me another one of those enchanted kisses again then?" "How about I lick your pussy?" "That's what I meant," I said giggling. # In a way, I was that nervous bride on her wedding night. Holly had gotten up early, long before I had leaving me a simple note saying she had a lot of things to do, and that I was to simply try and relax and let her take care of things. The only thing I knew for sure was that I was to meet her at the one really nice restaurant in town around 7:00. She had made reservations, and when I arrived, the hostess on duty escorted me to our table with a very curious look. When I arrived, I could see why. Holly was wearing what amounted to a men's white dinner jacket, tie and all. Black slacks, shoes, with her short hair slicked back in a very mannish style. She even stood, taking the back of my seat for me as I prepared to sit down. "Thank you," I said demurely as the hostess continued staring at the two of us before finally announcing our waiter would be with us shortly. "You look terrific!" I said laughing. "So do you," she told me, and then kissed me full on the lips as several surprised customers seated around us watched. Holly ordered an expensive bottle of wine, which was comical as the steward confusedly presented it, uncorking the wine as Holly took a sip and approved of the taste before he poured me a glass and finished refilling her own. "This will be the talk of the town, and possibly the main subject at the hairdressers tomorrow," she warned me. "I don't care Holly," I said honestly meaning that. "This is my life, and I intend on living it the way I want to now." She smiled at that and began looking over the menu. "Just don't eat too much," she warned me with a wink. "We can always order room service afterwards." # Holly had booked one of the hotel's more expensive suites. I hadn't intended for her to do all this, but obviously she meant to make this night memorable for me, as if it already wasn't. We first sat in the enormous sunken tub that was in the same room as our bed, gently washing one another, caressing and playing around until we were prunes. "Relaxed?" she asked. "Relaxed AND excited, all at the same time!" I giggled feeling shy for the first time, knowing full well what would be happening tonight. We stepped out of the tub shortly after that as Holly dried me, then herself off before leading me towards the bed. "I promise, we're going to take things very slowly," she assured me. "I'm not worried about it," I told her, which I wasn't really. I knew she would be gentle, but we were indeed about to banish my virginity forever. Holly began by kissing me from head to toe and back again. She lavished every square inch of my body with soul penetrating kisses, especially my more than aroused breasts, before finally settling down between my legs and gently tickling my clit until I thought it was going to come off. I was certainly more than wet, but even then I felt Holly apply a liberal amount of some really slippery lubrication that she'd purchased especially for our purposes. "This will help a lot, even as wet as you already are," she said grinning down at me. It was then that she reached beneath the pillow where she had hidden the naughty wicked looking toy she now held in her hand. "Where the hell did you get that?" I asked staring at the life-sized phallus she then began waving at me so wickedly. "I brought this with me, among other things," she said. "We used to sell these in that boutique I told you about." "No wonder you guys were always so damn horny!" I told her. "I would be too if I had to be around this kind of stuff all day long!" "You might be right about that," Holly said in reflection. "We did tend to try anything new that came into the store before selling them. Jocelyn thought it would be a good idea that we should know what we were talking about should anyone ask us, or have any questions about the merchandise." Holly took her time, which I truly appreciated, and which truly aroused me even more than I already was. Touching the head of the life-sized, real flesh feeling prick to my pussy, she gently teased the inside of my opening, rubbing it up and then down my super-slick lips. Periodically, she would press it even more firmly just inside until I could feel the pressure of it trying to enter me. Always she would stop whenever the sensation started to become uncomfortable, and would either then tickle my clit with her tongue, or her fingers for several moments before continuing. I know she was taking an inordinate amount of time doing this, but I appreciated it. "Fuck I'm horny!" I finally told her, "You're driving me nuts!" "Good, now relax, lay back and let's see if we can't pop your cherry now shall we?" It really was time, and I wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything in my entire life. Once again she began to insert the hard stiff prick inside my virginal opening. I felt the slight discomfort as my hymen began to stretch though she pressed slowly at first, cautiously. "We're almost there baby," she soothed. "You ready?" I hissed, "yes" then, that I was. There was a slightly harder press then, a slightly stronger sensation of discomfort, a wince of pain, and suddenly I felt the entire length of the phallus slip deeply inside me. "Ohhhh Holly!" I wailed out in a mixture of surprise and delight as she penetrated me fully. I felt the rubber cock completely filling my passage, where she left it unmoving, though she now lowered herself, once again lightly licking and sucking my clit, then moving upwards against me, placing her lips against mine as we kissed in a gloriously long embrace, the sensation of prick so deeply embedded, now suddenly moving in and out with a slow dream-like sensation that sent shivers of delight and excitement coursing throughout every nerve ending in my entire body. After a time, she removed the toy, slipped back off the bed and retrieved something else from out of a near by overnight bag. Enthralled, I watched as she then slipped a set of straps around her waste, a second later easing the prick that had so recently deflowered me through a specially designed hole in front, and stood there before me, a woman with a hard-on! "Now we're truly going to fuck!" she announced wickedly. We did in fact do just that. I lost count of the number of orgasms we shared or gave one another. At one point I even dawned the strap-on dildo myself, fucking Holly from behind doggy style just as she'd once shared with me that Jocelyn had done with her, her first time. When the morning sun finally came up, we were still wrapped within one another's arms, satiated beyond reason, and committed to a bonding between us that would never be broken. # Holly stayed in town for a while. She was there for me, and with me in spirit at least, when Jerry and I finally made love for the first time. As I'd hoped, the evening was far more beautiful and romantic than it might have been otherwise had it been all about his taking my virginity. When Holly finally announced she was going back to California, I wasn't at all surprised. She had friends there, other friends besides myself that she needed to be with, in ways that I always couldn't be. And I understood that, just as she had. And she came back for my wedding, just as a few month's later I went for the first time to California for hers, though sadly of course, hers wasn't legal, though they went through with it anyway. And I liked her life-partner too. Janice was very much like Holly was in nature as well as looks, and we got along famously during the week I had spent there with them after the wedding. On the last night there before I was to leave and head back to my own life and husband, Janice knowingly gave us time alone without reservation, jealousy or fear. "How's Jerry?" she asked. "He's doing fine, though we're selling the bar and opening a much nicer place in town." She laughed, "No more peasant blouses and tight fitting shorts?" she asked. "Only at home now," I giggled back. "He still likes the way I look in my outfit," I told her. "Never fails to get a rise out of him." "I'll bet," she paused then, that half-serious expression she sometimes wore showing on her face. "He still ok about us?" she asked worriedly. On the day that Jerry proposed to me, I decided to tell him everything before I said yes. But it was a lot more than that too. Holly and I had of course talked long into the night, the night she had taken my virginity. I had told her then, making a promise, a vow that I swore I would always keep no matter what, as she then did for me. I had told Jerry about us, about our very special relationship, and how we had come to care about one another. I explained to him that though I certainly wasn't a lesbian, or even bi-sexual in nature, that Holly was someone I could and would be with again. He had to know this before I said yes. I wanted to give him the chance to know all the facts and think about it before giving me his ring, or in my accepting it. I honestly thought it could very well be the end of our relationship, and had prepared myself for it. But I told him pointedly, that Holly and I had sworn and vowed to one another that we'd at least see and be with one another at least once a year until and unless we decided otherwise. If he could accept that, and understand it, then I would indeed marry him. It was the same understanding that Holly had presented to Janice prior to their own marriage. "Yes, he's still ok with it," I told her. "Though he keeps hinting at the fact he'd enjoy seeing us together the next time you come out to visit me," I added. "I'll bet," Holly snickered. "And I bet that's not all he'd like to do or see either," she added. I laughed at that too, she was right of course. Jerry was a lot more open-minded than I'd ever considered him to be of course, obviously. But he was also like any other typical male in that regard too. "Who knows? It might be interesting to see what a guys dick really feels like," she told me suddenly. "Holly? You, with a man?" "Hell you never know kiddo, it could happen! Look at what happened to you!" And I smiled at that, a lot had indeed happened, and I owed her for much of that. # It's been several years now, Holly is still with Janice, as I am with Jerry. We have a little girl, who I named Holly after my dearest friend. And as we once vowed, we still see one another at least once a year and spend some very special time together whenever we do. Jerry's turned it into a sort of secret joke with our other friends and family whenever I go off to visit her. He like's telling everyone that I'm off on a Holly-Day. Oh yes, and he finally got his wish too.