My verbal flow was suddenly halted as I felt a hand gently clasp my chin and turn my head to the left. I was abruptly silenced as Holly leant forward and planted a long, lingering, wet kiss squarely on my lips.
I was in heaven as I felt her warm tongue touch mine and her fingers run through my light brown, curly hair, even as the air in my lungs ran out and I found myself fighting for breath. When we finally parted, she was breathing just as heavily as me, and in her eyes I could see reflected all the desire that I had carried for her for so long. "You don't have to dream any more," she breathed softly, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
We carried on kissing, and she unfastened the clip on my hair, allowing it to fall around my shoulders. I'd never really liked my hair, it was a mass of curls that resembled a fright wig on a bad day, but as Holly ran her fingers gently through it I felt sexier and more desirable than I ever had before. At the same time I brushed my fingers lightly over her chest, cupping her left breast.
God, it was just as firm and supple as I'd always imagined it would be. Holly withdrew from me, slowly teasing my bottom lip with her upper one, and then licked both of hers approvingly. "Mmmm," she murmured huskily, her arms draped over my shoulders. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I whispered, a part of me still afraid that she would back out.
"I'd never forgive myself if I didn't," she replied. Leaning forward, she began to kiss my neck and throat, clutching my head. The touch of her lips on my skin felt utterly incredible. She was wearing more than I was, but that wasn't going to stop me from making her feel as good as I did at that moment.
I reached out and started to rub her stomach through her sweater, then lowered my attention to the jeans fabric pressed tightly around her crotch. I established a soft but insistent rhythm that I gradually started to increase, running my fingers over the material and then cupping her pussy in my hand.
Holly was soon paying close attention to what I was doing; she looked down, her eyes locked on my hand, and spread her legs a little further apart. I realised that she was actually starting to grind her hips against me, wanting to take me into herself. As her head lolled forward a faint whimper emerged from her mouth; it was music to my ears. I was sitting here slowly masturbating the woman of my dreams. I would have carried on all the way to the finish if she had allowed me, but she didn't.
She gently grasped my hand and indicated for me to stop.
I quickly found out why. "You know what you told me this morning?" she asked me, trembling slightly. I nodded; she looked downwards for a moment. "Well… here's your chance." She slid off the couch and, kicking her shoes off, moved over to stand in front of a nearby armchair. Once she had turned to face me, she kept eye contact with me as her hands moved carefully down to the zipper on her jeans. I listened intently as she unzipped her fly, my tongue massaging my bottom lip; I must have looked so perverted at that moment, but I couldn't help myself.
Holding her jeans up, she sat down in the chair and raised her legs to give me a good, long look as she slipped them off. I swallowed heavily at the sight of her perfectly tanned and toned limbs, thrust into the air, and realised that this was the view her boyfriends had gotten. No wonder she had to beat people off with a stick. But tonight at least, the view was mine. And of course the best part of that view was those white panties, clinging tightly between her thighs.
Holly obviously thought so too, because when she lowered her legs back down she kept them spread invitingly apart, beckoning me forwards. Urging me to turn my far-fetched fantasy into a wonderful reality.
For an instant I wondered whether we had gone too far, whether I knew what I was doing, but then a voice inside me told me to stop dithering and just get on with it. In fact, the more I watched Holly the more I was driven on to make good on what I had confessed to her that day. I wanted to give her the best damn tongue-fucking she'd ever had, or ever would have. She deserved nothing less. Dropping to my knees, I shuffled up to Holly until I was perched right in front of the armchair, her outstretched legs almost resting on my shoulders.
My eyes were immediately drawn to her crotch, but it would have been too obvious to go for that right away. So I spread my hands over the top of her thighs and began to gingerly massage them; simultaneously I lowered my head and kissed the insides of her knees. She moaned softly, and I could tell I was on the right track. Slowly, methodically, I began to work my way up her legs, alternately kissing and licking her inner thighs while kneading the flesh on the other side.
It was a long process, but all the time Holly was getting steadily more excited and her grip on my head grew tighter and tighter, urging me on. My chest was balanced over the fabric of the chair seat, and all of a sudden I felt Holly's fingers darting towards the buttons on my blouse, eager to get at my tits.
I grabbed her arms gently and stopped her; for now at least, this was all about her, not me. Slightly annoyed, she squeezed my nipples through my bra, which made me gasp. I exhaled sharply, then looked up at her to see a naughty smile on her face. "You're going to pay for that," I warned her sternly, before dissolving into giggles.
Well, she was certainly going to get what was coming to her, that's for sure. I could smell her pussy by now, and when I reached out to gently touch the material of her panties, they were soaking wet to the touch.
With my index finger I described small semi-circular motions over her crotch, trying to trace the outline of her vagina; when I looked up once more, Holly was no longer smiling, and her face was flushed crimson as her breathing became slower and heavier. Once I was good and ready, I leaned forward and extended my tongue, wanting to add my own saliva to what was already there and make her feel like she was sitting in a pool of her own pussy juice.
I could taste her faintly as her underwear got even more sodden than it was before. The mass of fluid that seeped through the garment soon turned it transparent, and finally I could see exactly what I was aiming at.
I gave it a couple of tender, explorative kisses. Leaning back again, I hooked my fingers through the waistband of her panties and carefully slid them off her hips. There was a loud sucking sound as they detached from between her legs, which was testament to just how wet she and I had made them. Once they reached her ankles, I slipped them off and held them up to my face right in front of her.
She watched as I inhaled her scent deeply, savouring the smell that filled my nostrils. It's not like I have a panty fetish or anything, but at that moment the thought of it was just too hot for me to resist. I could already see Holly's fingers moving towards her clit, desperate to stimulate herself after what she had seen. I quickly restrained her before she got there.
"Oh please, Laura," she whispered imploringly to me. "Please." It was something I never thought I would experience, even in my wildest flights of fancy; me, holding the most beautiful girl I'd ever known on a piece of string, working her up into such a lather that she was begging me for relief. Her, begging me! It didn't seem real, but it was, and so was the task ahead of me.
Not that it felt like a chore, but I really didn't know what I was doing. I mean, how had her other lovers done it to her in the past?
Should I ask for some tips? That might just spoil the mood. My best bet was to do what I enjoyed having done to me - but then, I'd never had a woman going down on me before either, and my experience in general was rather limited in this area. Just do what you feel, I decided. I couldn't get inside Holly's head, but if she was anywhere near as turned on right now as I was, then hopefully she could forgive a bit of imperfect technique; and if her pussy was any indication, she was very turned on indeed.
Her labia were swollen around a pink, fleshy mound of supple tissue that was already dripping wet; I followed the contours of her vagina, up past the nub of her clitoris, to the tiny patch of pubic hair that trailed away into bare skin. God, it was as beautiful as the rest of her.
The smell and the warmth of her genitals flooded my face as I extended my tongue and licked up the length of her pussy, softly. It was a single stroke, as delicate as I could possibly make it, and I felt Holly's calves clench against my shoulder blades as I did it. I was on the right track. I waited ten seconds - I actually counted them, as she stared down at me with a look of impatience - and then went in again, only this time the lick was slightly more prolonged, more lingering, and I caught her juices on the tip of my tongue.
I held them there until my neck was craned upwards, my eyes staring straight into hers, and then swallowed ostentatiously. Her face lit up as I gulped the strong, warm liquid down my throat, letting her know how delicious she tasted.
It was no act. All the nerve endings in my body were suddenly on fire, blood rushed to my head… I felt giddy. For a few seconds I shut my eyes and plunged my hand underneath my skirt, feeling myself through my panties. I was building up a little reservoir of my own down there; but, it would have to wait. I returned my focus to where it needed to be, and began to explore Holly for the third time.
I really did explore this time round, pressing my tongue against the folds of her vagina - no, allowing them to press against me - and lapping at the moist flesh that squirmed underneath my touch.
I inched my way upwards until I was resting over her red, engorged clit, straining out of its hood. I gave it one gentle lick and Holly almost bolted out of the chair, a gasp erupting from her wide open mouth.
"Oh, God!!!" she screeched, gripping the arms of the chair as she wrapped her legs tighter around my body, drawing me closer in. OK, so I didn't want to overdo that. I didn't want to waste any more time teasing her either, though. Instead, when I went down for what she thought would be another tantalising lick, I ran my lips as well as my tongue over her pussy, stretching the muscles in my jaw to try and encompass as much of her as I could.
With my mouth clamped over her private parts like a suction cup, I settled down and began to eat. I tried just about everything I could think of; I stuck my tongue as far up her vaginal passage as I could, I took the loose skin on her clitoral hood into my mouth and sucked it out over and over again, I delved so deep and hard that my nose was pushed into her passage.
I inhaled again - always inhale, I told myself flippantly. I don't know how much of what I did was me trying to imitate something I'd seen in porn, but it seemed to work. Holly settled down into a pattern of soft, subdued moans which made me tingle inside, punctuated by an occasional sharper cry when I switched to something different.
She held my head firmly in place, running her fingers through my hair, and that sensation was doing good things to me as well. Deciding on a different approach, I squeezed my right hand underneath her heaving torso; a large, sticky patch had collected on the fabric below her, and I could feel the fluid slipping over my palm as I reached through and began to slowly rub the sensitive skin on her perineum.
She responded, propping herself up slightly to give me more room to work with. I traced little circles with my index finger, nothing too intense, and when I thought I could risk it I moved further back and began to rub around her asshole. That was all I did, all I felt comfortable doing for now, but the moment she sensed the stimulation in that area she quivered noticeably, and her breathing picked up. Well, that gave me some ideas for the future… Most of my attention was centred on her pussy, however.
I smothered it in deep, wet kisses, making love to it as if it was Holly's mouth that I was feeling inside mine. As I did so I made absolutely sure that I kept eye contact with her, letting her know that I was there to do whatever she wished, that I wanted to satisfy her in every way possible, and that I wasn't going to stop eating her until she came right there in front of me. It almost got to the point where I didn't want to come up for air, so intent was I on giving her pleasure.
Holly took hold of my left hand, which was caressing her thigh, and clasped my fingers tightly in hers as she returned my gaze. Oh God, how I wished I could have frozen that moment forever. But it didn't take long for the whole experience to overwhelm her. I heard her gasps quicken in pace, saw her chest begin to rapidly rise and fall out of the corner of my eye.
I zeroed in on her clit, and she pinned her thighs tightly around the side of my head; the sweat pouring off her flushed skin mingled with the beads of perspiration on my brow, and with my face half-covered in her fluids already I wondered for a second whether I would drown in all of it. Even with my ears squeezed against my face, though, I listened intently to the sounds of her orgasm. "Mmmm… oh, shit… oh my God… mmm&hellip.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes… oh yeeesssss!!!!" The crescendo suddenly cut out as she flung her head back against the chair in a silent scream, her entire body convulsing uncontrollably. Her legs shook against my shoulders, and I held them in place, not wanting to let go until it was over.
It was only after a few seconds that she righted her head, then with her eyes screwed up let out a piercing yell that almost sounded painful, but which I knew was the sign of a really, really good climax.
I felt her vaginal walls shudder and contract against my tongue, eking a final residue of her own cum that I slurped up to add to the mass of fluid already inside my mouth.
I was still performing mopping-up duties as she slowly came down off her ecstatic high, her breathing fast and ragged. She slumped back against the chair. I got up, rather unsteadily as I had been on my knees for so long, and squeezed myself in beside her, my legs draped over hers.
She leant on my shoulder for a moment, recovering her composure. The feeling of her warm, panting mouth resting on me turned me on even more than her orgasm had done, but this wasn't the time to start things up again.
"God…" Holly eventually gasped, looking at me with a dazed smile on her face. "Laura, are you sure you've never done that before?" "Never," I said quietly. "Then how… where did you learn to do it so well?" I tapped the side of my head. "In here." My eyes roved down across her body, taking it all in once more. "I had plenty of practice there." Holly absorbed what I was saying for a second, then pulled my head down to hers and kissed me.
A jolt of alarm ran through me as our lips made contact; I had her cum smeared all over my face, and inside my mouth, and wondered for a moment whether she would be turned off by it. From the way her tongue explored mine, however, she was far from disturbed at the feeling of tasting herself. "You are so beautiful," she whispered to me as we broke away, her hands caressing my cheeks. As she continued to stare at me, they wandered down the length of my body until all of a sudden they were resting on my, uh, other pair of cheeks.
She began to rub me there, her fingers teasing at the hem of my skirt, and I could feel the excitement starting to rise in my pelvis. "You, um…" Oh God, it felt amazing down there… "You don't have to do this if you don't…" "Yes I do," she said abruptly. "Yes, I do.
Stand up and take of your clothes. Please." I swallowed deeply, and slid off the chair with slowness verging on reluctance. I wanted her to see me and touch me more than anything else in the world, but I still couldn't shake off the stupid fear that she would be disappointed in me, in my body. I mean, I didn't spend my summer vacations getting tanned, as she obviously did, and as for the state of my stomach and legs… well, I didn't want to go there.
I began to methodically undo the buttons on my blouse one by one, looking down at my work with a little too much detachment, and only when I was halfway down did I see, out of the corner of my eye, the eagerness and anticipation on Holly's face. Wow, she's really into this, I thought to myself. She really wants to look at me… so I'd better take things more slowly.
Carefully, trying to tease her and probably failing miserably, I finished unbuttoning myself and stood there, letting her admire me. Her eyes followed my movements as I gently slipped the fabric off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, a little more exposed, a little more vulnerable.
There I was, my pallid, trembling flesh erupting in goose pimples out of a mixture of sudden cold and fear; I was almost as white as the bra I was wearing. But Holly really didn't care, and I shouldn't have either. With a remarkable lack of ceremony she flung off the sweater she had kept on the whole time, then undid her bra and tossed it casually onto the floor. I barely had time to admire the roundest, most perfectly formed pair of breasts I'd ever seen before she slipped off the chair, knelt down in front of me and reached nimbly for the zipper on my skirt.
My breathing quickened as that came off too, dropping in a heap at my feet, and all I had on was my underwear. Holly placed her fingers against my heels and began to rub upwards, tracing circles on my shins with her thumbs, rhythmically stroking the back of my legs and squeezing portions of flesh between her fingers.
She briefly surveyed my stomach and then pressed her lips forward into it, smothering the area round my belly button with kisses.
At the same time she began caressing my hips, her thumbs ever so lightly brushing against the waistband of my panties. I squirmed underneath her touch, my mind racing with the electrifying thought of what she might do to me.
Looking down, all I could see was her blonde hair moving from side to side and the faintest glimpse of her mouth gliding over my skin, her tongue leaving glistening trails of saliva across the surface.
The kisses got lower and lower, until she innocuously bent her head down level to my crotch and planted one right on my clit. I exhaled sharply; she looked up at me. "Take your bra off," she ordered in a low whisper. I quickly obeyed, driven by nothing more than a burning desire to be naked in front of her. Maybe there was a hint of hesitation as I eased the straps off my shoulders, but a moment later it was down on the floor with most of my other clothes and I was topless. Holly's eyes zeroed in on my nipples, her tongue touching her upper teeth in anticipation, and stayed there as she gently slipped my panties off, running them down to my ankles and helping me step out of them.
I felt a slight draft between my legs and realised that for the first time, I was completely exposed to her, flab and all. Holly stood up to face me and gave me another lingering kiss. "Sit down," she said in a much calmer tone, trying to get me relaxed. Feeling her hand momentarily clasp my shoulder as I turned to sit on the couch didn't help in that regard. I sat back with my legs slightly apart and my arms draped protectively over my lap, alive with the possibilities of what we could do together but still afraid that I would be a disappointment to her somehow.
How dumb it is that when you have a dream come true there's still a part of you that wants it to remain a dream. Holly sat beside me and drew herself up to me, her legs pulled up to her chest. She leant towards my neck and I felt her breath waft over me; shaking, I tilted my head back and shut my eyes as she kissed me just below my ear, her tongue lapping casually at my earlobe.
She massaged my shoulders, then with the same circling motion she had used on my legs, worked her way down to my chest. For a few seconds she cupped my breasts, as though weighing them up; her fingers wandered inwards to the nipples, and she started to alternate between gentle caresses and sharper squeezes.
I moaned under my breath. "You like that, huh?" she asked teasingly. I nodded. "Well, I hope you enjoy this even more." She slid her mouth down to my left breast, a grin half-visible on her face as it pressed against my skin, and gently extended her tongue to lap at my nipple.
She was using a very similar technique to the one I had used on her pussy, and she knew it; with every lick she lingered a bit longer, applied more pressure, and got me more aroused. When she withdrew after wrapping the folds of her tongue around the nub, a thin strand of saliva stretched out from my breast to her mouth. Smiling, she leaned back towards me and smeared it over my bosom, adding to the moisture that was already gathered there. At my prompting, Holly settled her mouth over the nipple and this time she stayed there, sucking at it hungrily.
And she really stayed there. I had never had anyone lavish such attention and affection on my body as she did on my breasts in the next few minutes.
She was like a child suckling for milk. After a while I stopped caring about the sensations; just the sight of her poised securely over my chest, her eyes closed in concentration and her lips engulfing a little more flesh with each movement, was enough to turn me on. I wondered if she was ever going to let go. Her left hand was still circling my right breast, playing with the nipple, pinching it occasionally, rubbing the soft tissue together.
It was a wonderful feeling, but she had other ideas in mind. She lowered her palm onto my stomach, holding it there so she could sense it rising and falling beneath her, and then began to inch downwards. When I realised where she was going I felt a tingle of anticipation run through my pelvis, a tingle that increased in intensity as she started to finger me gently between my legs.
It was the lightest of touches… and it was all I could do to stop myself from coming right there and then. I groaned suddenly, with enough urgency to make her stop and look up at me to see if something was wrong.
"If you keep doing that," I muttered, her hand still busy working away at my pussy, "you're going to make me come. Right now. Do you want to watch that?
Is that… what you want to see?" I was challenging her, even daring her in a way. Of course she wanted to watch me come. It was just a question of when. Holly stopped what she was doing and looked me over for a moment, as if surveying the options in her mind. Then she smiled, and kissed my thigh.
"Nope. Not yet." She sat down fully on the couch beside me, her eyes cast downwards, and spoke awkwardly. "Would you, um… Geez, this is so tough for me to ask." "What is it?" This time she made eye contact with me. "Would you… masturbate for me? Please?" She looked embarrassed to be even asking me such a question, as though she'd offended me.
She hadn't, but I was certainly taken aback. "Um… well, yeah, I guess I could," I replied flatly, not exactly filling her with confidence. "Don't do it if you're not comfortable with it, though. Seriously. I don't want you to have to pretend you're feeling something you're not.
I want you to do it like you did when you were alone. when you were thinking of me." "Oh. I see." My head was spinning with the thought of this.
Was I ready to show her exactly how I felt about her in my most private moments, just how much she filled me with desire, even after all that we'd done already?
I was half-terrified at the idea, but in the pit of my stomach I felt a surge of excitement mixed in with the nerves.
When I looked at Holly again she had a sly expression on her face. "You never know… maybe I can give you a little inspiration," she said coyly. "You bet you will," I declared with a grin, and kissed her. "Where should we do it?" "Come with me." She stood up, took my hand and headed towards the bedroom.
I followed her willingly, taking in the rear view which was almost as good as the front. Oh, she was so beautiful from every angle. When we reached the bedroom she sat down on the end of my bed and gestured for me to sit beside her. "Have you ever used anything when you're doing it?" she asked briskly, as though comparing notes.
"Um… my fingers, mostly," I admitted shyly. "I was thinking of getting a toy or something eventually…" I doubt I would have done, to be honest.
Holly grinned. "Well, today's your lucky day!" She stood up, went over to the drawer and, after a few seconds' rummaging, produced a small purple tubular object with a button at the flat end. She handed it to me with a matter of fact look on her face, registering my surprise. "You're not the only one who needs to get herself off now and then, you know," she told me smoothly.
"I guess not," I laughed, twirling the vibrator in my fingers. "So, you want me to…" "I want you to lie down on the bed and get yourself off with that while I watch you," Holly instructed me bluntly. "And I want you to let me see what you think about whenever you masturbate." "OK." Trying not to dwell on the thought of it too long, and be overcome by nerves in the process, I drew my legs up and shuffled backwards onto the mattress until I was propped against the pillows; not in an ideal position, but I was just so desperate to get on with it.
Holly grabbed another pillow from her bed and slid it under my ass, giving her a better view at the action. She knelt on the edge of bed, a fascinated spectator. I wasn't sure I wanted to be a spectacle, though. Sure, we had both seen each other's exposed bodies by now, but being curled up naked beside Holly was hardly the same as lying there on show for her, my legs spread apart and my genitals pointed towards her face.
I started up the vibe, applied it gingerly to the area around my clit, and tried to relax, but it wasn't easy. In fact, I thought I was going to get nowhere until I felt Holly's hands stroking my calves, in an attempt to soothe the tension inside my body.
"You really have a talent for this, Laura," she said to me softly. "Opening your legs and pleasuring yourself down there. It's no wonder you do it so often." I heard her moan above the persistent buzz of the vibrator, and a thrill ran through my body as I realised how turned on she was by what I was doing. I rested my free hand on my breast, feeling my heartbeat increase. "How often do you do it, Laura?" she teased me brazenly. "How often do you lie there and think about me while you're fingering your pussy?
While you're making yourself come over and over again?" "All the time," I hissed back at her. "All the time." I quickly licked my fingers and plunged them inside my vagina, working them deep as I began to move the vibe around more forcefully on my clit. I clenched my teeth against my lower lip in a contorted grimace, knowing that I didn't look too attractive at that moment but determined to get the job done. My body was starting to respond too; I could sense the familiar tingling sensation building within my pelvis, only this time I knew it was going to be more intense than ever.
How could it be anything else, with this gorgeous girl kneeling in front of me urging me on? "I wonder what you want to do to me when you're masturbating over me," said Holly, sitting fully on the bed and spreading her thighs so I could get almost as good a look at her crotch as she could at mine.
"Do you just want to touch my skin… hold my breasts close to you… squeeze the nipples until I'm begging you to stop…" Every sentence was met with a loud groan from me as I watched her do what she was describing. I could see the excitement beginning to mount in her as she saw she was taking me closer to the edge.
"Or maybe what you wanted all along was to see my pussy up close, right in front of you." Holly used her fingers to spread her lips apart and expose the delicious pink flesh I'd sampled just minutes ago. "You didn't just want to taste it. You wanted to bury your face in it until you were covered in my cum… you dirty, deceitful little girl." I leant back, her words washing over me, and could already feel something powerful welling up from deep inside me.
But it was only when I heard the sound of her fingers slipping inside her, the sticky sound of wet folds being pushed aside, that I was suddenly gripped by the most overwhelming climax I'd ever experienced. Waves of pleasure shot down to my feet through my legs as they reared off the bed, convulsing ferociously.
I gripped the sheets with my free hand, the other one still clutching the vibrator between my clenched thighs, and flung my mouth open in an attempt to dispel the dizziness in my mind and the burning in my body. It was certainly enjoyable, but it was almost too intense for me to cope with. Frantic cries of ecstasy erupted from me as I flailed around helplessly on the bed, losing control of myself completely. After several more muscular spasms I reached my orgasmic peak and then gradually subsided.
My breathing returned to normal as I lay curled up on my side, stars flaring over my closed eyes; and the best thing was knowing, even with them shut, that Holly would be there above me when I opened them again.
She was smiling proudly when I set sight on her. "Wow… Laura, you know how to do things right, don't you?" She lay down beside me, her arm draped across my neck and shoulders.
I was still shuddering at regular intervals. "Oh my God," I breathed softly, since I couldn't talk with any more force. "I never knew I could come like that. It felt… it felt like I wasn't even here. Like I was somewhere else." Holly reached down between my legs and induced a wince of pain from me the moment she strayed anywhere near my clit, which was still achingly sensitive.
Carefully she skirted round it and instead began to mop up the liquid that had pooled on my thighs and pussy. Holding up her dripping hand close to my face, she observed, "Well, you didn't mean to get that wet down there, did you?", and licked some of it off her thumb. "Mmm. Lovely." Then she pulled stray strands of my hair back.
"Now, open wide." I didn't even try to argue. I just opened my mouth and obediently sucked each outstretched finger totally dry, gazing up at her wide-eyed for approval in a childlike way. I'd tasted myself before but never in this quantity, and it was quite strong, almost metallic.
I was never going to refuse if she offered it to me like this, however. I licked my lips approvingly when I had finished, and she grinned at me. We lay side by side together and kissed, seemingly forever; we ran our hands tenderly over each others' bodies, safe in the knowledge that we had each other now and we weren't going to be separated any time soon.
Holly finally dragged her hands away from my torso long enough to clutch my face, and gave me a briefer kiss. "Thank you so much. It can't have been easy having a crush on me for so long and not being able to tell me how you felt.
And believe me Laura, I'm really, really glad that you did." "I would have had to tell you eventually," I rationalised. "But I never thought anything else would happen. I guess I misjudged you." "You certainly did," said Holly with a naughty smile, and hugged me. "I wonder how everyone's going to react when they find out, huh?" The thought hadn't even occurred to me; I was suddenly dismayed.
"Oh no. Oh God, Holly, I couldn't let anyone find out. I mean, imagine what they're going to say about us…" "I don't care," she replied calmly. "The clubs, the parties, the guys, all of it. I don't care. Maybe now some of them will have to start hanging out with me because they like me, not because they want to get into my pants.
And boy, I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they find out that little Laura, the quiet, shy girl in the corner, was the one who turned me into a lesbian." Now there was an idea that filled me with pride, verging on glee; and it ensured that I had a big smile on my face as I cuddled up to Holly's shoulder and fell into the most contented sleep I'd had in months.