Sunday morning peeked through the drapes of her dorm room. She had been having the most wonderful dream…

  Alexa and I had been friends since 8th grade when we met at lunch early in the year. We were drawn to each other, just some magnetism. Our eyes met and suddenly we smiled, like we were seeing an old friend. After that we were inseparable.

  We were going home after a swim meet the st one for our senior year of high school, the bus was quiet, it was te…probably about eleven. We were all tired. We had done well at the meet but finished over all in third. We were a small school so there was plenty of room for people to congregate, or not, only about 20 people on the team.

  The smell of chlorine from the pool hung in the air. Showers after the meet never seemed to take the smell away completely. The driver had put on some rexing music to cover the tire noise. The electric engine was silent as we rolled down the highway. We had been on the road for about an hour, with probably forty-five minutes to go.

  I rubbed my tight shoulders. Alexa noticed and offered, “Shall I rub them for you?”

  This wasn’t unusual, we had often helped each other out like this…tonight though…something different in her voice…I didn’t consciously notice it at the time but the dream is crystal clear. There was a breathiness, a tension in her voice that night.

  I smiled at my bestie, “Thanks, please…ugh they suck.”

  She kind of snuggled into the corner of the seat and the side of the bus. I turned, presenting my back, my hips between her thighs so she could reach me. Her thumbs hit just the right spots immediately, I sighed and melted a little. After a little I leaned back into her, her warmth welcoming on the cool bus. She continued to knead the muscles. Then as I rexed more and more into her, I felt her breath. It was deep, almost like she was sleeping. The heat of it along my neck and ear…made me shiver a little…mmmmm, she was so warm…

  It was about then, I noticed two little bumps pressing into me. Her nipples, they were hard little points. I didn’t really think about it, I knew I liked it…a lot. Suddenly, my thoughts about her shifted. In a fsh I knew something about us. We had been flirting, courting even…since that day in the lunchroom. She pulled my hair to the side and then I felt her nose…along my hair line behind my right ear. The warmth of her hand, never stopping their rexing pressure, the moistness and heat in her breath. I felt my own nipples start to harden…a faint itch started to grow in my vulva. I moved my hands to her thighs…

  I moaned, a low almost purring sound, as I pushed my back into her breasts…feeling them give a little…I ground a bit, wanting to feel her sexy nipples better.

  “Oh, Alexa, that’s so good”, I whispered. Not wanting to attract attention, wanting to sink further into our warm little universe. I arched my neck to the side, not really knowing what I was doing, just knowing I wanted more of her warm breath on my skin. The skin of her thighs felt hot, soft…so soft.

  I felt more than heard her whisper…right into my ear, her hot breath “Madison, you’re so pretty.” Her lips just grazed my ear, my neck. Her hands moved down, across my stomach, pulling me tighter into her. I smiled, the itch in my pussy had grown into a spreading warmth. I changed how I was stroking her thighs moving my fingertips to graze the inside of them, going higher… I was lost in the moment. Nothing existed for us but that shared warmth, that little pce our revealed passion had created. I squirmed into her, sending my fingers higher, up slightly behind me. I felt the material of her shorts as my questing fingers found the softness near the tops of her inner thighs…she shifted…opening her legs wider, inviting me further…

  Her lips and tongue began to taste my neck and ears. Her hands lightly rubbing by stomach. As my hands traveled higher, finding the bottom of her sorts, easing inside…I found the edge of her little silky panties. Her hands moved up finding my little breasts. The women in my family were all little, slender gymnast or ballerina shaped. My mom called us ‘fun-sized’. Alexa, was also small but where I was a pale, red head with blue eyes, she was a tanned blond with deep green eyes…I spent so much time staring into those gold and brown flecked forests…

  Her thumbs ran lightly over my nipples…the sensation sending slivers of delight into by brain and pussy. Her lips, likewise, were sending those tingles, making the small hairs on my body rise. My passion was growing, my hands stopped stroking her dry hot thighs. My hands stopped…behind me. I shifted my hips forward a little…I wanted some room…I wanted to touch her. I turned and we shifted so our lips might touch. As they grazed against each other, lightly wetly sliding…working to…something we had never considered, my fingers ran across the stretched tendons of her inner thighs…finding at st the slightly damp panties stretched tightly across her lips…stroking the fabric and the treasure beneath.

  Our lips met, tongues seeking instinctively, she gasped at my first touch of her pussy. Our kiss deepened, she pinched my nipples harder, sending stronger currents of pleasure. She began to suck and kiss my neck and ear. I continued stroking her…more firmly…wanting to feel her, I toyed at the inner leg of her panties. I heard a faint sigh…opened my eyes as my left index finger slid inside her panties. We had been lost in our own world, forgotten about Jocelyn Park…she was across the aisle from us. The lights from the highway providing brief fshes of each other, Alexa was lost in passion, loving my neck and moving her hands under my shirt to feel my cute little titties. I barely need a bra now and at sixteen, I only wore them to help hide my nipples. On the way back from a meet, at night, I didn’t bother with it.

  Jocelyn gave me a little smile, in my haze of passion…I noticed she had her hand in her shorts…she was watching us and rubbing her own little wet pussy. It turned me on even more. I kept my left hand behind me, my fingers pying with wonderful, sexy, slick lips. My right I pulled out and brought my fingers to my lips. I looked Jocelyn in the eyes and licked my fingers, sucked them clean. I don’t know where all of this came from, I hadn’t dated, I had masturbated sure…a lot even, but my sexuality was a flower just barely opened as the sun rose. Unsure of the world as it began to feel the warmth of a new day.

  Something in Jocelyns’ eyes, heavy lidded with passion, made me want to turn her on more.

  I turned my head back and pulled Alexa’s mouth to my own, hungry for the sensation of her lips and tongue…as we kissed our first kiss, her hand drifted into my shorts. Seeking the same prize, I had already found. Alexa pulled back a little watching me as, for the first time, someone other than me touched my softness, felt my wet heat. It was like a warm wave washed across my skin. My lips were so sensitive, wetness unnoticed until now pooled at my entrance. I let out a sigh and spread my knees as far as our little universe would allow. Wantonly offering my fresh little pussy to my best friend’s fingers.

  Alexa whispered against my ear, breaking the kiss, the heel of her hand against my clit, her fingers exploring my heat, “Ask your mom if you can come to my house tonight?”

  Surprisingly there was a note of tension, of fear in her voice. As if I was going to turn her down. It was so sweet it made my heart swell with love for her, she didn’t know…I hadn’t either, had I? But I knew then, I had known a few minutes before her question as we snuggled and touched in our warm universe. A dam had burst within me, a tension I didn’t know I had was released. I had loved her and wanted her for years, I didn’t want boys. I only wanted a pretty girl. I was gay.

  I smiled, happier than I could remember, she wanted me too! This was more than a little experimentation on the bus, she wanted more. Who knew how much either of us wanted but we both knew in that moment that everything had changed, and that tonight was the start of an amazing new adventure. I nodded and pressed my fingers into her wet heat. I pulled her mouth to my neck and boldly met Jocelyn’s eyes. She was rapt, focused on us, watching as my hips started pushing against Alexa’s hand. Alexa had tasted delicious; her smell was intoxicating. I wanted to know it with my mouth and lips and tongue.

  I smiled, performing for Jocelyn. I licked my lips grinding Alexa’s hand. Our eyes were locked…Jocelyn, such a pretty girl, pale skin, bck hair, cupid bow mouth, lips parted as she pleasured herself, and slightly tilted eyes gifted her from her parentage. I began to imagine seeing her eyes…looking up at me…from between my thighs…

  My performance made Jocylyn more aroused, she was not pushing herself though. It seemed she was slowing down, wallowing in the pleasure her fingers brought. For me, it made me think about where we were, I didn’t want to have my first orgasm with a girl, another person, Alexa, here… I followed Jocelyn’s lead, still performing for her, seducing her in a way I suppose. I rexed into Alexa’s warmth, drawing out our pleasure. Imagining what it would be like when we got to her bed.

  I pulled my hands free, kissing Alexa again. I whispered, smiling, “I need to get my phone, but this feels too good.” Alexa smiled, pulling her hands from under my shirt and giving me an eager little push… “Get your phone!” she urged, the spell we had breaking a little as responsibility intruded. Mom was pretty cool; she was the principal though and I didn’t want her to give up time rexing to come get me if she didn’t need to.

  I grabbed my phone eagerly, “Hey Mom! Can I stay over at Alexa’s?”

  She replied faster than I thought she would, “I was just getting ready to come pick you up, I don’t mind as long as her parents don’t”

  YAY! I kind of expected she would be cool with it; Alexa and I had been having sleep overs at least once a month since eighth…That made me wonder {overthinking retionships…useful or not? The jury is still out on that one…analyzing things had helped in so many ways but sometimes I let my head get in the way of just letting myself feel…but…meh Ill tease this tangle out another time}

  I turned to Alexa, my eyes caught a glimpse of Jocelyn…she gave me a quick smile and a wink…

  “She said yes, but only if your parents are OK with it?” I asked my voice coming up at the end of the sentence to make it a question.

  She smiled…we both knew her dads would be fine with it. Ron was suuuuper sweet, and though people were scared of Andy (he looked VERY intimidating) he was actually just a big old muscley teddy bear. Alexa was adopted by them when she was only two years old. Her parents were killed by the stupid Russians when they shot missiles into apartment buildings during the war. Ron was really smart (they both were to be honest), he was a computer engineer and Andy ran his own custom-made furniture business. They met when they were stationed in Japan, Ron was a Marine and Andy was in the Air Force.

  Alexa grabbed her phone, “Hey papa! Can Madison stay over?”