Independence Day with Hannah SeXStoRY

Having a same-sex experience is not out of the ordinary. Most people experiment a little in school or at camp and the like, it’s how far you go and how many times you “test the waters” that sets one person apart from another. I don’t consider myself a lesbian (or even bi-sexual for that matter) but that has not stopped me from having some very special and wonderful sexual encounters with other girls. This is a story about the first such encounter I had years ago at the home of a close friend. It all started on the fourth of July. Hannah’s folks invited me over for their Independence Day cookout. I was new to the south at the time so this was my first crawfish boil, and I had a blast! The food was so good and I had a “natural talent” for peeling crawfish according to Hannah. We ate more than I thought possible and her Dad even let us sneak a few beers. This was far from our first taste of alcohol, but being able to drink them openly made us both feel so grown up. After gorging ourselves and watching the fireworks, we decided to go inside to clean up and watch some T.V. before bed. That’s when I made one of the worst mistakes of my young life. I went to the bathroom before washing my hands. Anyone who has ever been to a crawfish boil knows what this means, for the rest of you I will explain. The spices that the crawfish are boiled in and served with are not super-hot when you eat them but be careful not to get them in your eyes or other “sensitive” areas because they will burn, allot. I had no idea. Seconds after wiping myself I was on fire down there. Hannah laughed and told me to get in the shower and wash good with soap and cool water but even after that, my little lady part felt like she had been burnt half off. Hannah said she had done that once or twice by accident and that you just had to treat it like sunburn. She gave me some lotion and told me to wear something loose for the night and I would be fine by morning. I opted for one of her long night shirts and went nude on bottom. Even with the lotion I still felt like it was burning me so Hannah suggested I “let her air out some”. We had seen each other naked before but sitting on a bed next to her with my legs spread and my nudity showing was a new one. Every few minutes, I would apply more lotion and gently massage my swollen lips. Hannah was trying not to stair, but I caught her looking a few times. Finally she just blurted out “Do you ever play with yourself?” “What do you mean?” I asked back, knowing full well what she meant, I just needed a second to think. “You’ve been rubbing lotion on yourself like that for like thirty minutes now and you look like you have experience with it. So I was wondering how often you do that.” As she asked, she turned around on the bed so she was now facing me. “I guess maybe sometimes in the shower” I said back. I was lying of course, I masturbated almost every day. “Do it” she said as she leaned forward with a sly grim. “Stop it, you’re making this weird” I snapped my knees together as I spoke to break her gaze from my vagina. “Come on, I’ll let you see me if you want. It could be fun.” She almost sang that last part of her sentence, mocking me, almost daring me to take her up on her offer. “You first” is all I could say. Hannah stood up on her knees and took off her tank top. Her nipples were hard like little pencil erasers. She then sat back on her but and kicked her legs out in front of her. She slid her shorts off in one quick motion, put her hands behind her to support her weight and then opened her legs to show me her moist vagina while singing “Ta-Da!” This was a far cry from watching each other change clothing. I was now seeing every inch on my best friend’s naked body for the first time. We just sat there, silently comparing our bodies. All of our similarities and differences open to view. We were both shaved for the summer, leaving just a small tuft of brown pubic hair on each of us. Her vaginal lips were much slimmer and less pronounced than mine, but her clitoris was larger. Almost without realizing it, I opened my legs back up to show her my body again. I slowly brought my hand back down and started running my finger along the length of my cleft. As I slowly worked my fingers up and down over my now wet crotch she did the same. As I became more comfortable with the situation, I got more into my movements. My pace quickened, and I started making light cooing sounds. Hannah rolled over to my side of the bed and leaned against the headboard next to me. “Try it like this” she said as she placed her thumb and pointer finger on the sides of her clit. She made small, fast circle motions while pinching and tugging on the hood of her clitoris. I tried to mimic her move but it was too intense for me. “This is how I get it done” I said as I went back to my full hand, up and down motion. I took my shirt off so I could fondle my breasts as I brought myself closer and closer to orgasm. Hannah’s breathing grew heavy as she brought her other hand up and slid a finger into herself. The light slapping sound her hands made against her body were so sexy. I bit my bottom lip, the muscles in my legs tightened and my toes pointed straight out as I climaxed. I went to grad the bed next to me during my seizer but grabbed her leg by mistake. It was as if the pleasure I felt traveled down my arm and infected her. As soon as I touched her, she convulsed with her own powerful orgasm. We sat next to each other, giggling and masturbating for most of the night. Watching her get off was very sexy and once one of us started to orgasm, the other would get off on it. We eventually fell asl**p naked and spent in each other’s arms. After that night, Hannah and I were closer than ever. We shared all of our secrets, talked about sex, and confided in each other in ways that few people ever get to experience. We shared many such nights together and eventually even touched and kissed each other. Our friendship was one of the most special bonds in my life. The only other person I have ever told about mine and Hannah’s special friendship is my husband. He loves to hear about how we girls use to play together. May be some day, if it happens again, he can play too.