Best Friends Forever: A Coming-of-Age Lesbian Romance Story of Innocence Lost and Love Found

When I was younger I had a best friend, Tina. I was always a little taken with her outgoing personality. Maybe it was the simple fact that she was practically an Amazon standing at 6'0" while I was pretty average for a 16-year-old at 5'6", but she tended to throw herself right into everything.

We were top of all of our classes except Gym, since I've never been very athletic and in fact somewhat overweight for pretty much all of my life. She still managed to excel there too but she never made me feel like I was left in the dust.

She was Hungarian and her parents made great food, better then MY mother's at least. I found myself eating at her house 3 or 4 nights a week. I really enjoyed her Porkolt, essentially a meat stew, which she made often. They were typical Old World parents.

They loved their children but they were strict and wouldn't take any backtalk. They also owned a large cabin in the country that Tina's father had built up from a small shack. We'd go up there almost every other week for a weekend getaway. Once Tina had her driver's licence she drove up more often and I'd go with her whenever I could.

We had a lot of fun at that cabin and the first time we were up there without her parents we really relished our freedom for the weekend. It was great to be able to just sit there and talk without being interrupted by people's general stupidity.

After dinner it was pitch black outside, which of course meant we'd stay in and watch movies. Tina surprised me when she found an unlabeled box at the bottom of the video stand. She removed it from the box and I could see the tape had no label, just a pink sticker with the number 4 on it. We were both curious about what it was and no one else was around.

"Let's put it in, Tina," I said. "It might be interesting."

"All right, Emily," she replied, bending over at the waist to put the tape in giving me a nice view of her round ass. "But if it's something disturbing, I'm blaming you."

"No way," I laughed. "You're the one that found it."

She took the VCR Remote and we sat down at either end of the couch. She pressed play. Within seconds the screen was showing a classic Tudor-style house that looked rather grainy, as if it was filmed in the 70s. The title came on screen.

"'The Postman Always Cums Twice'?" Tina read aloud. "What the hell does that mean?" Even for 16-year-olds we were pretty innocent. Neither of us had ever been with a guy at that point. We had crushes of course, usually on the same guys though so neither one of us did anything so we wouldn't hurt each other's feelings.

That innocence wouldn't last the night however.

The first scene started and there was a woman in a frilly pink housecoat sitting at a vanity mirror. She looked as if she had just come out of the shower and was putting some sort of body powder on. She opened her robe and the mirror gave a wonderful view of her body, from her voluptuous breasts down to her hair-covered crotch. She started caressing her breasts with one hand while the other traveled downwards towards her waiting patch of hair.

The camera zoomed in as she reached it and inserted a finger between her folds, caressing the little mound of flesh by the top. As she did it grew to the size of a cherry pit. She kept caressing it as she moaned and thrust her hips forwards. She shuddered and moaned loudly before she finished and smiled secretly, the same naughty smile I tended to get when I rubbed my own slit. I had never moaned as much as that woman and had never found my own little cherry pit. I just did it because it was exciting and relaxing at the same time.

A moment later there was a postman carrying a package up to the house. He rang the doorbell and the woman answered, still in her pink housecoat. He told her he had a package for her and she pulled him inside, grinning widely. She signed the clipboard and eagerly opened the box without giving him a chance to put the box down.

She reached in and felt around, the postman squirming slightly as if the box was part of him. Then the camera moved to see what she was doing. There was a hole in the side of the box through which he had apparently put his penis and she was pulling on it. We watched, mesmerized, as it seemed to stretch and grow in her hand. Finally she got tired of the box and took it from him, putting it on the floor next to them.

"Just what I wanted," the housewife said. "A nice, hard cock." We were both a little shocked as she got onto her knees and started sucking on it. I have to admit, I was a little turned on. We had already changed into our pyjamas and I raised my leg and rested my arm on it. If Tina was looking she'd have a great view of what I was about to do, but her attention was completely on the movie.

I rested my hand on my knee and ran my fingers up my leg under my nightdress to the source of my pleasure. I had noticed that the tingle came from the upper part of my slit, but I hadn't given it much thought, as it has still felt good. Now, however, I wanted to try what I had seen.

I ran my fingers over the outside of my little teenage cunt, parting the velvety folds and caressing the entire thing lightly, teasingly. I ran my index finger up and down my slit, coming closer to the button at the top with every pass. I was still a little nervous. What if it hurt? For that matter, what if it didn't? I threw caution to the wind as I was so turned on now from my own teasing that I didn't care anymore.

I found the button and rubbed it lightly, like the woman in the movie had done. I was rewarded for my efforts as all of the teasing I had done to myself over the years has culminated in a wonderful orgasm that sparked throughout my body. It was amazing! I hadn't known it was possible to feel like this! As my writhing slowed and stopped, I noticed Tina looking over at me.

"Emily?" Her breath was coming in shallow gasps and I saw her hand was on her breast over her pyjama top. She always wore men's PJs, as the frilly nightdresses I wore wouldn't even have covered her… assets completely. "What was that you were just doing?"

I was embarrassed. She had caught me red-handed. Well, Pink-handed I suppose. I figured that there was no point in hiding it, so I just told her.

"I was masturbating," I said. She just looked at me confused. I could tell that she was as turned on as I was and I tried to explain it better. "I was giving myself sexual pleasure." She looked down at my hand. I had just left it in my lap. Her face turned red.

"Can you show me how?" she asked. I felt a little awkward and more than a little excited at this. I got a naughty idea and wondered how far I could take this situation. I tended to be good at explaining things in school, but I figured a more hands-on approach was warranted.

"Sure," I said softly. "First you'll want to take off your PJs. You want to be able to feel what your doing." I felt a little naughty doing this, so I didn't add that I wanted to see everything that she did too.

I watched as she unbuttoned her shirt and her breasts strained at the fabric, waiting to burst out. Even at 16 her breasts were large. As her C-cups bounced into view I told her to stop. She paused, watching me. My mouth went dry at the sight of those massive globes of flesh.

"You should start by caressing your nipples," I instructed. She did, hesitantly at first, but with increasing vigour as she experienced pleasure she told me later that she had never felt before.

I found myself getting excited as I watched her pleasure herself at my command. Being in control was something I didn't get to do often in life, so I decided to take advantage of it, and of her. I started running my hand over my own breasts through the fabric, wanting to feel what she was feeling. I glanced at the crotch of her PJ bottoms and saw that they were damp. Good, I thought. It was time to go to the next level.

"OK," I said, my own voice thick with desire. "Now stand up and take your pants off." She complied, peeling the soft fabric from her long legs as provocatively as she could manage, the material sticking to her skin as she did. My eyes followed back up to where her shirt still just covered her nether regions.

"Now sit down and spread your legs." She complied and I had a great view of her dripping honey pot. Even her slit was larger then mine.

"Now lie back," I continued, "and run your fingers up your thighs gently and slowly until you reach your lower lips." I demonstrated the movement that felt like ecstasy in my own loins. She watched my movements carefully, then copied me and threw her head back with a moan as she reached her goal. I was getting wetter just watching her. Knowing she could feel what I was feeling in that moment made me feel so much closer to her then we had ever been before.

"Spread your lips and feel around. You'll notice that some parts feel better than others. You should concentrate on those." As I watched my best friend explore her virgin pussy I explored mine. The sensations kept building as I felt around and pretty easily found my clit again. I threw my own head back, licking my lips. I wanted to try something for myself, but I decided to wait until I could lay her down properly.

When I looked back up I saw that Tina's eyes were glued to my cunt and she had found her own cherry pit. I saw her hips start bucking slightly, slowly at first, then harder as she got closer to her peak. I watched her give in completely to the sensations and somehow that put me over the edge as well. We had both achieved our orgasm at the same time and that excited me to no end.

The video played on, left forgotten in the VCR as we made our way to the bedroom we usually shared. I looked down at the bed. It was a double, but it seemed so much smaller that night. We both disrobed completely and removed the covers from the bed, lying naked on just the fitted sheet.

Tina seemed nervous with anticipation at what was going to happen next. I didn't say a word as I turned towards her and planted a kiss on her mouth. I wanted to go slow at that moment, but I couldn't say even now if it was because I didn't want to scare her off or if I didn't want to scare myself.

We stayed there for some time, bathed in only the light of the moon, our tongues exploring each other's mouths for the first and only time in our long friendship. I knew this wasn't likely to happen again, so I wanted to take it as far as it could go. I drew my hands over her chest, feeling her nipples contract slightly.

I reached down over her body and rested my hand gently on her mound. She gasped, never having had anyone lay a finger on it before. I ran my fingers through her hair for a moment before reaching further and placing my middle finger on her clit.

She instantly pressed her slit up into my hands, gasping for air. I didn't let up as I massaged her clit and I felt her hand as she moved it from its resting place under my hip and moved it to my own slit, now sopping wet from the evening's activities. It was true, someone else's touch DID feel more intense then my own. I bucked a bit against her hand and got another naughty idea.

"Move down a bit," I said as I extricated myself from our erotic embrace. She did and I kissed my way down her body, turning mine around at the same time. It didn't take long before I found myself studying her nether regions up close and I couldn't resist. I stuck out my tongue and tasted her honey. It was sweet with a little tang, just what I was in the mood for at that moment.

I lowered my own pussy onto her mouth and squirmed as I could feel her tongue go to work, lapping up my juices as they flowed freely now. I lowered my head back to her and greedily licked up her honey.

It wasn't long before we both were shuddering under each other's hard work and we both came hard. Neither of us wanted the other to stop and we must have brought each other to orgasm this way at least twice more before we were too exhausted to continue.

We fell asleep in each other's arms that night. It was the only time we ever did it together and we never talked about it after, no matter how much I wanted to.


It's been years since that night. I'm married now and my husband excites me to no end, but sometimes when he goes down on me I still find myself picturing that night, the night I made my best friend into a woman.