Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.
Story Codes: f/f, First, Rom, Cons, Asphyxia
This story is not intended to inform or instruct anyone in the proper and safe methods of breath play. If you are looking for such information there are resources available on the internet, but I would strongly suggest you exercise caution and common sense. Consult a medical professional before practicing any form of erotic asphyxia and never play alone.
Gasping Girlfriends
By rache
When I was 14 my best friend was Jennifer. She was like my sister, like my twin sister, except we didn’t look alike at all. I’m Amerasian, with caramel skin, long black hair, almond eyes, and a small barely 5’2” body. When I was 14 I wasn’t even that tall, just 4’11” and I thought I was doomed to be a midget for the rest of my life. That and my boobs weren’t growing at all, just my nipples it seemed like. I had barely there mounds topped with dark puffy areolas and long coffee colored nipples. But my face was pretty, in sort of an exotic way, and I had a lot of admirers, even for being so young.
Jen, on the other hand, was the typical American girl next door. She was tall and fresh looking, with sun bleached hair the color of straw and wide blue eyes. Her face was open and always smiling, so that she seemed beautiful in a radiant sort of way. She was growing up quickly too, much more so than me, standing a good 4 inches taller with small A-cup breasts that I envied. She even had pubic hair, not a lot, but a fine wispy cloud of light brown over her sex. I was hairless as the day I was born down there and it made me a little self-conscious, although it shouldn’t have.
Jen and I made quite the pair back in the eighth grade and it was fun just being together. She taught me how to rollerblade and I taught her how to swim, and we spent all of our time playing around, looking for ways to get into trouble without really causing trouble, the way teenage girls do.
Of course this was about the time we began discovering sex and that was an adventure all it’s own as our small talk gradually migrated over time from silly things like stuffed animals and ponies, to boys and kissing. But for all our good looks and naturally outgoing personalities Jen and I were both much too shy and inexperienced to do anything. We would confess our latest crushes to each other and dare one another to say hi, or write a love note to the boy, but we never did anything. We just giggled and made excuses.
I’m addicted to my diary. Well, I call it a journal, and I’ve been keeping it faithfully everyday since I got my first one on my thirteenth birthday. It has always been the most personal part of me, where I could say anything, and I shared it with no one, not even Jen. She knew I had it though, and would sometimes pester me for a peek, but I always refused.
One night though, when Jen was sleeping over at my house the way she usually did on Fridays, I caught her peeking at it. I’d gone to the bathroom, leaving her alone in my bedroom, which wasn’t any big deal, of course. Jen sleeping at my house was as normal as me sleeping at hers, which I did every Saturday night, almost without exception. We never really got mad at each other, but we did get annoyed sometimes and catching her looking through my diary was one of those times.
“Hey!” I was just wearing little white panties and my pink Minnie Mouse t-shirt when I came back from the bathroom.
“Dear Journal, I am so tired of Mrs. Rockwell. She’s the worst teacher in the world and she’s ugly too! I wish she’d just…” Jenny was reading out loud, sitting cross-legged on my bed in her own baby blue panties and a yellow halter top that always slipped off one of her shoulders or the other. She just wore it for sleeping.
“Don’t read that!” I rushed over and practically jumped on the bed, crawling up to her and trying to snatch it away.
Jenny was laughing and twisting and trying to read more. “I wish she’d just move to Alaska with all the other penguins!” Jen was laughing so hard she almost couldn’t get the sentence out and I was wrestling with her, trying to get my book back.
“That’s my journal!” I told her and I was half sitting on her tummy, leaning forward as Jen held the book straight up over her head, grinning up at me and giggling, which just made it worse.
I started tickling her, under her arms cause she was really sensitive there and had left herself wide open. She gasped and her blue eyes were big and round and Jen twisted and bucked her hips a little, finally having no choice but to drop her elbows to her sides, trying to cover up. My finger nails were digging lightly into the tender warmth of her armpits and she was laughing hard, the kind of laughing when no sound comes out at all and she couldn’t draw a breath.
The journal fell from her hands as she tried fighting with me, rolling her body and trying to grab my wrists, but I was laughing too, forgetting about my journal and just enjoying my revenge. I tickled her the best I knew how and after almost 5 years of bestfriendship, that was pretty good. I squeezed my bare thighs against Jen’s hips, fighting to keep her body underneath me and I could heel her tummy pressing upward against my butt. Her small boobs were heaving with her chest as she fought to drink some air, but I wasn’t giving her the chance.
It was fun and exciting for some reason, much more so than any other time we’d played like this, and maybe it was because this time I wasn’t quitting. Usually when we got in our little tickle fights it was over after a minute or two, leaving both of us giggly and breathless, but this time Jen was really getting it and I wasn’t stopping. I felt warm all over from it, and my nipples itched and seemed to burn a little. It felt good having Jen under me too, putting a little pressure on my immature sex so that I wanted to push down a little, without really knowing why.
“I…I…can’t….breathe…” Jen was bouncing on the bed, almost thrashing and her hands were shoving at me, pushing at my shoulders and then blindly against my tiny tits, which was like a little shockwave suddenly as my nipples responded immediately to the accidental pressure. I gasped and pushed down with hips, sort of rocking my butt and feeling something super hot suddenly flare up in my tummy, or maybe lower even. It was like a rocket or something, and it made me crazy. The sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before and it seemed like the muscles between my thighs just collapsed or something.
It was so good it was almost painful and I had to close my eyes against it. I couldn’t make my fingers work and I stopped tickling Jen finally, after probably 4 or 5 minutes of breathless torture for her. She’s been getting just enough air to stay awake and her movements were weak and slow as I just dropped my body on top of hers, my hard burning nipples pressing through our clothes to find her heaving chest. My head was next to Jen’s, my face in the pillows and her mouth was next to my ear so that all I could hear was her hard breathing punctuated with occasional giggles as her body tried to recover.
Jen put her arms around me, just instinctively it seemed, since I was hugging her as I lay there on top of the girl. We were both hot and sweaty and out of breath, but for very different reasons.
“Are you okay, Rache?” Jen asked me softly and I nodded slowly. She was rubbing my back, her hands under my t-shirt since it had ridden up high around my ribs. “I thought I was gonna die!” She giggled. “Oh God.”
“Me too.” I whispered, but I didn’t know why, or even what had happened. I slowly realized that my vagina was wet, very wet and it seemed to throb down there, but not painfully, far from it. This was a good feeling and I liked it a lot, but it embarrassed me a little because I could sense that Jen was feeling it too.
“What happened to you?” She asked, “Did you pee yourself? God, you’re all wet!” And she was pushing me off of her, giggling as I moved reluctantly and somewhat red faced. I think I could have stayed on top of Jen just a little while longer, if she’d let me, it felt good like that.
My panties were stained through with wetness, the crotch soaked and I rolled over, laying on my back with my eyes closed.
“I don’t know what happened,” I told her slowly, opening my eyes and turning my head to look at her. I expected to see her staring at me, but she wasn’t, Jen was looking down between her own legs. “What?” I asked, sitting up a little on my elbows.
“I’m wet too.” She giggled without embarrassment and I followed her gaze down to her blue panties and it was plain that she’d gotten just as wet as I had. A dark stain covered the crotch and I stared as Jenny touched it with a tentative finger. “I’m so hot down there.” She said, mostly to herself I think. “When you were tickling me it was like I was burning up inside.”
“Me too.” I nodded and swallowed hard. “I felt like there was a rocket down there or something.” I laughed because it sounded sort of dumb, but jenny just nodded.
“Me too. Even when I couldn’t hardly breathe, it felt good.” She was rubbing herself harder, sliding a finger up and down her wet spot until we could see the outline of her slit and her finger was sliding along the crease.
I was just feeling mine, not really sure what we were doing or if we even should be doing it at all. Jenny was biting her bottom lip, concentrating as her finger moved back and forth and her breathing became shallow.
“Like this.” Jen said softly, looking at me. She reached over with her left hand, replacing my fingers with her own and I gave a little start as I felt her touching my sex through the wetness of my panties. She was rubbing both of us the same way, her hands mirroring each other and I spread my legs wider, moving slightly closer to her until our hips were touching.
“That feels good.” I breathed and I felt my body getting hot again, like it had before.
“Yeah.” Jen whispered and her voice had a slight hint of awe to it, as if she couldn’t believe what we were doing. “You touch me and I’ll touch you.” She suggested, giving me a small uncertain smile, like she was afraid I’d say no maybe.
“Okay.” I swallowed hard and nodded, moving my right hand over to feel my best friend’s sex. I tried to do what Jen was doing, just rubbing my fingers up and down her hidden crack slowly, putting a little pressure, enough to feel her folds parting slightly.
We were both smiling and panting slightly, moving our arms and hands at the same speed, unhurried and gentle. I felt my heart racing and my mouth was slightly dry. I had a little cramp or something in the pit of my stomach, the sort of thing you feel when you’re doing something you shouldn’t. But this didn’t seem like a bad thing really, it felt good. It was just that I remembered all the times my Dad had told me no one was ever supposed to touch me there. But Jen couldn’t count, not really, she was like my sister.
“Do you want to kiss me?” I asked Jenny suddenly, without even knowing I was going to ask, it just came out of me and surprised both of us.
“Do you want to?” She asked and we both giggled nervously. We’d never kissed anyone before, I mean really kissed, and I felt my hips moving, just a little as that throbbing between my thighs got stronger.
“I think so.” I whispered.
“Okay.” Jen nodded and licked her lips. Our fingers had stopped moving mostly and we just sort of pressed our hands against each other, feeling the heat rising from our juvenile pussies. “You kiss me first, then I’ll kiss you.”
“Yeah, okay.” I agreed and Jenny closed her eyes, waiting expectantly as I nervously pressed my soft lips to hers. We kissed with closed mouths for a long count of ten before I pulled away and we both opened our eyes, smiling and taking deep breaths.
“Wow, um, my turn.” Jen giggled and I nodded. This time I kept my eyes open, but Jen still closed hers as she kissed me even longer than before. We moved a little this time too, Jen’s fingers pushed harder against my slit and I responded, doing the same with hers.
I turned a little more and I think we discovered French kissing by happy accident as my lips parted slightly, pulling Jen’s lips open a fraction as well, like we were stuck together or something. I could suddenly feel her breath in my mouth, taste her even and I think we both decided that was kind of nice. Jen opened her mouth a little more, turning her head and I did the same until somehow our faces were turned almost 90 degrees to each other, our mouths wide open and yet our tongues just lay there while we shared a long humid breath between us.
We stopped kissing after that, and just looked at each other, our fingers working blindly between each others’ thighs. I was half turned towards her, both of us sitting up now, with my right leg behind Jen’s back, and my left leg over her shins. It was comfortable and the warmth of her body close to mine was nice.
“What are we doing?” I whispered with a shy smile, hardly daring to believe that we were sort of having sex. But what else could it be? I felt butterflies in my tummy and my hips were moving all by themselves, just like Jenny’s as she humped my hand slowly.
“I don’t know.” Jen licked her lips. “Do you wanna stop?”
“No.” I shook my head.
“Me neither.” She agreed and we both giggled a little.
“I sort of want to touch you more.” I said bravely, unable to help myself. I was rubbing her slit but part of me, most of me, wanted to see it, to touch her down there.
“Me too.” Jen smiled and her eyes were big. “You first.” She laughed.
“You first!” I laughed too. “I kissed you first, it’s your turn.”
Jen hesitated and then nodded. “Okay.” She pulled her hand away from my sex and I missed her touch immediately, but my attention was focused on her as Jen hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly. I moved my hand as well, and my legs too, kneeling there beside her as Jenny lay back on the bed, lifting her butt and finally removing her wet panties down her legs, holding them up with a little grin before tossing them on the floor.
I stared at her sex, thinking that it looked a lot different now than the many times I’d seen it before in the changing room at the swimming pool. Before it had just looked like a crack running between her smooth thighs, little more than an indentation with some light brown hair at the top. But now it was pink and I could see little lips peeking out, like glistening folds of flesh, and she had a small wrinkled knot of flesh right at the top of her slit. It looked swollen and darker than the rest of her and a slightly reddish bit, no bigger than the eraser on a pencil, was peeking out. I thought it was beautiful and after Jen sat up, leaning against the headboard of my bed and spreading her legs, we both just stared at it for a moment.
“Your turn.” Jen said, breathing heavily and smiling at me.
I nodded and I felt my tummy tighten as I moved to lie down like Jen had done, straightening my legs and grabbing the elastic waistband between my thumbs and fingers. My heart was beating fast and I took a deep breath, glancing at Jen as she waited patiently. I pulled my panties down slowly, lifting my hips and feeling the cool air across my suddenly exposed vulva. It made me shiver slightly and goosebumps broke out across my arms. I had my eyes closed until I kicked my panties off my feet carelessly and I spread my legs slightly, enjoying the sensation of being completely bare.
“Oh wow.” Jen said softly and I opened my eyes, looking down to see my pussy, aroused for the first time in my young life. It was darker than usual and my pussy lips were larger than Jen’s, almost plump and pushed out a little more. The edges were ruddy but the flesh became lighter, pinkish as they disappeared into my slit. My own little bump of flesh at the top was slightly bigger than Jenny’s too, dark brown and rounded like a sheath over the small pink clitoris that was peeking out.
“That’s so cool.” Jenny breathed and she lay back down next to me, turning on her side. “Can I touch it? You can touch mine if you want.”
I nodded and I was on my side as well, facing her with our one leg straight and the other bent at the knee, reflecting each other as our hands moved slowly to find each other’s sex. I gasped loudly as Jen’s fingers brushed over my pussy and then settled comfortable to cup my pussy. I did much the same for her, pressing my fingers across her slight and giggling at the sounds she made as I explored her slowly. We shifted our bodies so that my other arm was under neck, and her free hand was between us, lightly touching my tummy.
“Oh, that feels weird.” I laughed as Jenny’s fingers split my pussy lips slightly, dragging along my slit.
“Yeah.” Jen breathed. “Weird but good.”
We started kissing again, this time with our mouths open and it wasn’t long before Jen’s tongue entered my mouth tentatively, moving slowly at first like she was shy. It surprised me, but only a little and I moved my tongue to touch hers and that was very nice. It wasn’t long before our tongues were playing eagerly between us, first in my mouth and then in Jen’s. We breathed the same humid air and swallowed each other’s saliva happily. My body was flushed and hot inside and out and so was Jen’s, so that our thighs and tummies would stick together briefly as we moved.
“Does this hurt?” I asked Jen, finally pushing my middle finger inside her sex to the first knuckle. I could feel her tight and wet, her soft vagina squeezing my little finger like a hungry mouth wanting more.
“Noooo…” Jen sighed and her body was tensing and then relaxing with a rhythm all its own. “Keep…uhhh…doing it…”
She was rubbing my pussy without thinking about it, distracted by what my fingers were doing as I pushed my slender finger in and out of her wet sex slowly. I went a little deeper each time and Jen was moving her hips, lifting herself to get me in even further. I could feel the soft bumps and funny contours of her vagina around my finger and I twisted it a little, wiggling it around experimentally while I watched her face. She was panting and nodding and making small sounds of pleasure and then she shut her mouth and closed her eyes.
“Are you alright?” I asked, stopping my hand and feeling a small sense of fear that I’d hurt her. “What is it?”
Jennifer finally opened her mouth a minute later perhaps, expelling her air and sucking a few sharp breaths. “I was holding my breath.” She said, staring into my eyes. “I liked it before…when you were tickling me.”
“You did?” I sort of blinked at that. I’d liked it too, but I wasn’t exactly in the mood to tickle her right then.
“Yeah, um…do it again. Please?” She was sucking her lips and moving her hips, urging me to move my finger some more.
“Tickle you?” I asked, giggling just a little.
“Yeah or uh…” Jen was nodding. “Just cover my mouth, okay? My nose too. I wanna feel it again.”
It seemed strange, but exciting and my whole body seemed to get a shock of adrenaline as I understood what Jen wanted. I’d felt it too, that rush of controlling her, of being able to deny her air and it had made me so hot, both of us, that we’d wet our panties.
It took us a moment or two to figure out exactly what we were going to do, and I think we were both a little frightened, but the excitement was intense. I sat on her stomach again, like before, with Jen propped up slightly so she could reach around my waist and touch her pussy. I looked down at her, both of us smiling uncertainly, and asked her if she was sure.
“Yeah.” Jen nodded. “I want you to do it.”
“Okay.” I took a deep breath and put my left hand over Jen’s closed mouth, pushing her head down into the pillows a little and with my left hand I pinched her nose shut.
I could feel her hand moving, her arm rubbing across my hip as she played with her pussy and I wished there were some way I could have been doing that for her too, but it took both hands to cover her nose and mouth the way we wanted to. I felt my hairless pussy riding the softness of Jen’s tummy and it was better than before. This time I could really feel her against my sex and my vulva was sticky and clung to Jen’s body as we began to move.
I held her mouth tightly under my palm and my left hand on top of that, like you see on TV when doctors try to give CPR, except I wasn’t pumping Jen’s heart, I was plugging her nose and mouth and suffocating her. I watched her eyes as she fingered herself harder, her body beginning to shake and tremble beneath me. My own body was rushing with pleasure, the blood racing through my veins and I could feel those butterflies getting stronger, fluttering inside my tummy and deeper, down in my womb maybe, tickling me from the inside out.
Jen was beginning to struggle, her body jerking and her butt was bouncing on the bed. Her eyes were wide and she must have been rubbing herself like crazy because her arm was moving furiously. She brought her left hand up, pushing at my chest as I leaned over her, using my weight to keep her head still. Jen squeezed my left breast hard, her nails digging into my skin through the t-shirt I wore, and she made desperate loud moaning sounds in her throat, but I held her there until her body stopped moving and her fingers grew weak. Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes seemed larger than normal, her face red and the veins in her neck seemed swollen.
I was so close to what had happened before, I wanted to wait, to hold her just another minute like that, to give my body that sweet release that I didn’t fully understand yet, but I knew I couldn’t Jenny was almost passed out or maybe even dead, my mind suddenly thought, and I lifted my hands quickly, feeling a cool sense of relief as Jenny coughed and her lungs drew a great gasping breath.
Jenny took a long time to recover, five minutes easily and I spent it laying next to her, stroking her arm and shoulder and hoping she was okay. I thought maybe she was going to be mad at me because I’d held her without air for so long, at least 2 minutes, I thought, maybe more. But she wasn’t mad at all and she finally gave me a smile and raised her light brown eyebrows playfully.
“You gotta try that.” She whispered. “It was crazy! God…I never felt that good.” She was speaking slowly, still catching her breath.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I was asking, not really convinced yet.
“Yeah, I’m great.” She laughed weakly. “Feel my pussy.”
I hadn’t paid any attention to the rest of her. I’d been too concerned that Jenny was okay, but at her urging I moved my hand and eyes down to the girl’s sex and found her so wet it was ridiculous. It wasn’t pee either, it was something else, the same wetness we’d both had earlier. I could smell her too, strong and musky, almost like some sort of fruit or something, tangy and delicious. I wondered what it tasted like, but I was afraid to find out.
“I think it was that cumming thing.” Jenny giggled.
“You were cumming?” I asked, looking into her face. “I thought just guys did that.”
“No, silly, girls cum too. That’s what Shelly’s sister said.” Jen licked her lips. “I didn’t really believe her, but now I do.”
Shelly’s sister was 18 and knew everything there was to know about sex, if you asked her anyway. But we always thought she made a lot of stuff up too, like girls cumming. We knew boys did it, sprayed their gross stuff out to make babies, but they had to. Girls didn’t, so why would they? But now I was wondering too.
“Do you think I was cumming?” I asked, feeling sort of dumb, but too curious not to ask.
“I don’t know. Maybe. Let me do that thing to you, okay? You’ll cum for sure, I promise.” Jen was moving slowly, pushing me down in much the same position she’d been in. “Don’t be scared, okay? It’s fun.”
“Okay.” I nodded, but I was scared. I could hold my breath a long time, but what if Jenny did it too long? What if I went to sleep and never woke up or something? Death was too frightening to even think about, except in the most abstract way possible. But I wanted to try it, more than anything else in the world now that I knew girls could cum too. Jenny had cum, and maybe I had too before, but if this would really make me cum…
I took a deep breath and settled down under Jenny’s form as she sat on my tummy. I could feel her pussy, the matted damp hair tickling me, and her soft almost mushy vulva, all wet and so hot it felt like it was on fire. Her thighs were warm too, and very wet and she’d made a big wet spot on my bed too, which felt kind of cold under my butt.
“Ready?” Jen asked with a smile and I could see her bright blue eyes shining with excitement. I nodded and my body went a little stiff as she clamped a hand over my mouth and plugged my nose. It was a little uncomfortable at first, feeling my lips being sort of bruised against my teeth, but not too bad. I tried to concentrate on touching my pussy, rubbing that top part where my tiny clitoris was hiding felt really good.
I was okay for maybe 45 seconds or so, well, even better than okay cause it was pretty intense looking up at Jen and rubbing my pussy the way I was. But my lungs were starting to get warm and I got the first little hint that I wanted to take a breath. I tried to ignore it, concentrating on my fingers and Jen’s pretty face. I was moving a little and all the excitement was using up my air even faster than normal maybe, since my heart was beating fast.
I needed a breath and I tried to shake Jen’s hands loose, making soft sounds in my throat, but she was ignoring me. My clitoris was swelling I thought, getting longer and I could pinch it gently between my fingers which sent little spikes of pleasure along my spine. My hips jerked slightly and I felt Jen rocking her butt, grinding her humid pussy against my tummy. I wanted to breathe and I tried pushing with my lungs, but nothing could escape. I couldn’t stop rubbing my clit, my right hand was stuck down there, but my left was free and I was pushing at Jen, sliding my hand across her shoulders, down to find her breasts as I remembered how good it had felt when she’d touched me.
Jen’s body shuddered slightly as I found her right boob, squeezing it hard and jerking my head uselessly under her tight grip. Jen was pushing my head back into the pillows and I felt my lungs burning, heaving like they were a mile underwater, or underground maybe, compressed by a great dark weight. Jen was in control, she had me powerless and that realization, even more than the physical sensations of being suffocated, brought me to a heady plateau and threatened to push me off forever. I was a total slave right then, my body spasming uncontrollably, fighting for air instinctively. My eyes felt sore and my vision was getting narrow and fuzzy, the room shrinking into darkness until all I could see was Jen’s smiling face.
I was cumming, finally and completely as my heart threatened to burst, pushing useless empty blood through my veins. My lungs feeling like two sacks filled with burning sand, not even moving, just seeming to expand and contract without any effect. It was painful and wildly sensuous, filling my body with pleasure. Stars exploded behind my wet eyes and I clenched my thighs tightly around my hand as I cupped my throbbing pussy. My stomach was doing somersaults and deeper, way down inside, I felt like a million flowers were blooming all at once with firecrackers for petals.
And in the middle of all that impossibly desperate sensation, which seems utterly impossible to describe now, Jen let me go. The sudden reflex of drawing cool air, only to cough it up like too much water, sent my mind reeling. It was a thousand times better than it had been even a second before. The sudden freedom brought the real climax, the orgasm that would spoil all others for me the rest of my life. I was falling and bathed in fire and stuck through with pins and needles in every part of my body. I shook and shuddered and heaved great lungfulls of air as if I were feasting on it.
I was weak and my movements were small, but they used up every last bit of energy I possessed and I was only vaguely aware of Jen lying on top of me, kissing me softly, whispering.“I knew you’d like it, Rache.”