Perverts 'R' Us

Blame It on the Pain

By Danyealle ( F/F, oral, 1st time )

Blame it on the pain, blame it on the drugs, blame it on whatever you want to, but that still doesn't change the fact that it happened! Fucking Hell, how could I be so stupid! Drugs or no drugs, I should have known better!

Moira and I have known each other since the 1st grade. From that time forward, she and I were inseparable, joined at the hip. All through school, when you saw one of us it was a sure bet that the other wasn't far behind. In a lot of ways, we were like sisters. No, that isn't exactly right, we were closer than most sisters. We knew each other's most closely guarded secrets, we wore each others clothes, and we spent more time with each other than we ever did our families. Sure, we had our fights like everyone does from time to time, but even when we were mad at each other, we still were best friends.

Over the last few years, I've been dealing with chronic pain from a disease that is gradually getting worse, so they have been giving me pain killers that are getting stronger with each new prescription. This isn't a disease that is going to kill me, but will cause me more and more pain as times goes on. Naturally, Carol is right there, by my side, through all of it like the true friend she is. She is my recreational therapist, someone to whom I can confide anything, even as my resident comedian when I need that. Like most true friends, she's seen me at both my best and worst, although lately worst seems to be getting redefined on a regular basis.

As teenagers, we had many sleepovers together, so we had seen each other naked more than once. The other night she came in and sat with me as I soaked in the tub, trying to dull the ache in my joints. As I got out of the tub and was drying off, it happened.

I had a towel wrapped around me and was drying my hair with another when she reached out to brush something off my shoulder. Not knowing, and I still don't know, what possessed me to do it, I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me, kissing her softly on the lips. When our lips touched it was as if someone sent a powerful lightning bolt through the both of us. Gradually, the kiss deepened to something much more passionate and animalistic until we were both practically devouring each other's mouths. Up until this point, neither of us had shown any inclination that we were either interested in or wanted a lesbian relationship with anyone, but there we were, standing in my bathroom, kissing like it was the most natural thing in the world!

Who broke the kiss off, I don't remember, but we stood there looking at each other, panting heavily. It was Carol, though, that held her hand out to me and I took it in. Hand in hand we walked into my bedroom. Gently, ever so gently, she pushed me down on the bed on my back and slowly removed the towel from around me. Then, as if she had done this before, starting at my neck she slowly kissed her way down my body to my teacup-sized breasts, gently starting to lick and suck on them. Not roughly like men seem to do, but gently and tenderly, treating them like they were a tender piece of fruit that would bruise easily. Her tongue gently flicked against the hardened pink nipples, teasing them slightly. Taking my elongated nipples into her mouth, she gently and softly sucked on them, teasing the tips of them with her tongue, swirling it around and flicking it against them until I was writhing around on the bed and moaning loudly.

Releasing her hold on them, she slowly dragged her tongue down my stomach to the triangle of my legs and parted my thighs ever so gently. Wiggling down onto the floor she knelt between my now-spread thighs and dipped her head down into my crotch, flicking her tongue gently up and down my already dripping pussy. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched her flaxen blonde head move around as her tongue explored every inch of my sex, tickling and teasing it slightly.

Unable to help myself, I moaned loudly. My hips arched up off the bed, trying to feel more of that erotic touch. It was a bit of a startling contrast to see her ultra-white skin and flaxen blonde hair against my darkly olive skin. She had always been the blonde princess, beautiful with cornflower blue eyes and perfect features, whereas I was darkly exotic, my Italian heritage quite visible for all to see in my deep brown eyes and dark hair. Gently, ever so gently, she parted my lips with two fingers and let the tip of her tongue dance lightly around the nub of my clit, sending jolts throughout my body, making me shiver violently and moan softly, eyes shut.

Slowly, like she had done this all her life, her tongue brought me to the very brink of orgasm, then she would back off and let that magical appendage dip into my hole, tasting the juices that were there, as if they were the finest of wines. Over and over she did this until I was writhing around on the bed, moaning and whimpering loudly, sweating, hair plastered to my head.

Without me saying a word, she stood up and positioned herself over me in the classic 69 position. Like a thirsty man in the desert, my hungry mouth found her dripping pussy amid the blonde curls and I started to lick it. The flavor was nothing like I had ever tasted before - a tangy-but-sweet taste, not at all unpleasant. My tongue parted her lips and dipped into her hole, tasting the juices that were collecting there before it wandered up and found the little bud of her clit. Doing what I liked to have done, I sucked on it gently, letting my tongue swirl around it as I did. My fingers wandered up and gently parted her lips, easing inside, feeling her slick juices coat them. Twisting them around, I slid them in and out while my mouth worked hard on her clit, feeling her whole body shake and shiver, her moans vibrating on my clit bringing me close to the edge again.

Over me she was writhing and wiggling all over, but her mouth never left my clit, working on it until I was feeling the same kind of pleasure she was. When I knew she was getting close again, I fastened my lips tightly to her clit and sucked on it, my tongue flipping across the tip of it until, with a loud moan and gush of her sweet nectar, she flooded my face, quivering and shaking over me. Her mouth never left my clit until I exploded, my body tightening up and quivering madly.

Afterwards we held each other while we dozed, then got up and cleaned up. Neither of us has mentioned this since then, but from the looks she gives me, I can tell she wants it again. Will we? I don't know, but it's always a possibility.