EroticReverie

I remember the first time I made out with a girl. Both of us sitting in my bedroom, giggling at the idea of it.  Guys had tried to get us to do it before at parties, our boyfriends would tease us of how close we were to one another, that we were probably secret lovers. 

I remember her shrugging. “You’re like, the only girl I’d ever make out with.” she said as we laid on our back just looking up at the ceiling. 

“Yeah, me too. You’re the only girl I think id be comfortable with making out with” I told her. At least that’s what I had thought at the time. 

I remember her giggling, both of us giggling, and her turning on her side and looking over at me. 

she giggled. “Are you a good kisser?” she laughed. 

I turned my head. “I think so..” I said looking at her as she raised her eyebrow playfully. Both of us laughing. 

“Are YOU?” I laughed.

She nodded. “I think so.” she smiled at me and bit the corner of her lip. I wasn’t sure if she was fake flirting or really flirting. 

“Guess we’ll never know” I said laughing slightly and turned my head back towards the ceiling.

“Kiss me bitch” she said laughing, and I turned my head as she inched closer and flicked her finger at my boob, both of us laughing again.

“What?” I laughed grabbing my breast looking at her. 

“Be honest...kiss me...tell me if im a good kisser...” she said more seriously. “And ill tell you if you are” 

I laughed slightly but her face stayed serious, the face she always gave me when she meant business, the face I’d seen a million times through our friendship. 

“....fine” I said, watching her smile slightly.

“fine.” she cocked her eyebrow, and I turned on my side facing her. 

I was all giggles as I leaned in, her laughing slightly too.

“Stop it” she laughed as I kept backing out as our mouths got closer. 

“..kiss me” she said softly, and the soft breath of her voice had a yearning  that I understood. 

There were no more giggles, or laughs from either of us as I pushed my lips to her softly. I felt her exhale through her nose as our lips made the quietest kissing noise as they left each others mouths. Both of us going back in again, pressing our lips to one anothers, our mouths parted ever so slightly. She was the first to let the tip of her tongue push past my lips, mine responding to meet hers. As soon as the slightest bit of her tongue was in my mouth I pulled myself closer to her, pulling her into me, her arm sliding under my head and wrapping around me.

I slid my leg up and over her, my arm reaching around her to hold her as well. I wasn’t sure if it was still just a kissing contest at that point, but I knew for me anyways, it was more. 

Her lips were the softest I’d ever felt, and with my eyes closed and my mouth to hers, I realized how good she smelled for the first time, and as my leg moved over her, and my hand along her arm and the back of her shoulder, how incredibly soft she was. I wondered if I felt as soft in her hands. 

I remember growing more passionate as I felt her other hand slide onto my hip near my ass, her fingertips grabbing at my flesh, how delicate her fingers felt even as they pulled me into her more. 

I was the first to let out a moan, a small sound of approval, of passion as our mouths parted further, our tongues becoming more involved.

I remember the small “mmm” she made as she pulled back and looked me in the eyes before she told me that I was a great kisser.

“you are too” I said looking at her hoping we weren’t done, wondering if I was mistaking the situation , if I was more into it that she was. 

“Should we keep going?” she asked. 

I shrugged looking at her wanting to nod my head frantically and respond with a hell yes.

“I dont know” I answered.

“Do you want to?” she asked. 

I shrugged. “Do you?” I replied.

She smiled. “I asked you first” she teased. 

“Sorta” I said. 

“Just sorta?” she pouted her lower lip but then laughed slightly. “Guess I’m not that great of a kisser then.”

I looked at her. “Yes you are.”

She bit the corner of her lip. “Let’s makeout some more then.” she raised her eyebrow again with a little giggle and I giggled too. 

“Ok.” I said. 

I don’t even know how long we laid there for, our hands grazing over one anothers legs, arms , hips, backs, asses and torsos. Pulling one another closer over and over again as our mouths panted and moaned slightly. 

I remember how badly I wanted to touch her breasts, how badly I wanted her to touch mine. How badly, so fucking badly i wanted our mouths to slip off one anothers and start a downward exploration of each others bodies. 

but that didn’t happen, and I never admitted to her how badly I wanted her that night. How I’d felt myself get wet in my panties for her as I’d fantasized about having more of her.