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To: Frank, Rita

Hello Frank (and Rita),

As promised, here's a retelling of my one-time night spent with Rita. I hope you enjoy.

As I already told you, some weeks prior to the night in question, I had participated, alongside Rita, in a game of truth-or-dare, where I had confessed to the fact that I had never slept with another girl, but that if I had to choose someone, it would have been Rita, my best friend. So naturally, I had gotten all sorts of looks, but the most probing was Rita's. I remember how she stared at me a long while after my revelation. Still, nothing immediately happened of it.

I think it was three weeks later, maybe four, that I ended up going to her place. We had homework to do, it was the last year of High School. If I remember correctly, we were working on a exposé to be read in class, and we were boucing ideas off each other. I don't particularly remember the topic, but it was for French class. We took a break from work to watch some videos on her computer: I remember we watched some stuff from Weebl. In any event, I went to the bathroom; when I came back, Rita was lying on her bed, re-reading all that we had come up with. She had worn a short red skirt that day, and so she still had it on; the way she was positioned, I could see the panties she was wearing. I must admit I stared for a long time: eventually, Rita realized I was there and turned her head towards me, to see what I was doing. The sight of her, laid there on her bed, her head tilted towards me, sent shivers down my spine. Rita is a beautiful girl, and the memory of my admission of a few weeks past sprang back to memory. I ignored it - for that moment.

I sat on the edge of her bed and we chatted. My hand was absent-mindedly caressing her naked ankle; there wasn't anything to it because Rita and I always were pretty close; we had showered together before after gym class, so seeing each other naked was not really a big deal. We often gave each other massages, so we were already used to physical contact. I must admit, though, that since my admission a few weeks prior, I had been reluctant to come into contact with Rita: perhaps I was fearful of my own actions and inclinations towards her. But caressing her ankle, at that moment, did not have any implications whatsoever. We were just there, talking, as we always did.

But something in my heart was different, and I could start to feel it. Somehow, the proximity on that day was different: there was something in the air. And if I recall correctly, and sorry for being so specific, but I was almost at my period, so my hormones were pretty wild. I think Rita noticed because she moved around, getting some distance from me and sitting on her bed, to face me, her legs lifted up to her chin. Unfortunately, doing so exposed her panties to me, and I stared - and then images flooded into my mind, erotic images.

Now, if I may digress, I had seen lesbian erotica before. A girl in our school was an admitted lesbian, and although it was no big deal, one time I had gone over to her place for a party she took out some of the pornography she had, so I looked. Seeing the girls together back then had been a curiosity: but now, in my mind, at that moment, the faces of the girls were replaced by Rita's and mine. I could picture Rita's face buried in my crotch, and vice versa. It was pretty intense, and somewhat surreal. And curiosity was really creeping in at that time. But again, nothing happened - yet.

We got up and out of her room, and into the kitchen. Rita's mother was out partying with some friends so we had the home all to ourselves, up until late at night. It was a Friday. We prepared some nachos and decided to watch a movie: by that time, it was almost 10 in the evening, so there wasn't much on. We put a movie in the background and kept chatting away. Meanwhile, the images in my mind kept hounding me, but I attempted to ignore them. It's not that I wasn't curious or didn't want to act upon them, it was just that I had no idea how Rita would react. So I did nothing, somewhat stupidly I might add, to make these ideas known to Rita.

But Rita is wily, and manipulative, two qualities I adore in her. I don't exactly know how she figured it out, or if it was really dumb luck on her part, but the conversation veered more towards sex. So when eleven rolled around, Rita said we should put on an erotic movie. She said her mother subscribed to some erotic channel, and we could watch that. My mood being what it was, I didn't say no. We happened upon a movie where there were a lot of naked girls for a single guy. It was a blue movie, so we never got to see penis: but we did see a lot of boobs! Anyway, Rita kept on talking, but my eyes were constantly bringing me back to the movie. And then something happened: two of the girls got into a shower together, and started kissing and making out, and pretty soon were involved into highly suggestive behavior. Rita made me notice that I was biting my lower lip: I hadn't even realized it. She asked if that turned me on. I tried to deny it, but my mood was such that Rita saw right through my lie. She didn't laugh: she said it turned her on too, that it was okay.

That's when Rita first admitted to me that she was bisexual. SHOCKER! She said she'd had some experiences with that lesbian friend of ours, that she had enjoyed it, that she still liked boys but she could see the attraction in doing it with another girl: no penis to get in the way, I think she said, laughing. She asked me if I was okay with it, and I said I was, because it was true. I'm not bisexual myself, if you must know, but I do think that women are beautiful, and I think sex is different than love.

And this is where Rita completely blew me away: she asked if I felt like masturbating to the movie, alongside her. Good old Rita: always to the point! I froze, of course, so she didn't insist, but a few moments later - the girls were still going at it on the television - I said yes. It was an instinctual response, I think.

I think that's enough for now. I'll continue this in another e-email. And if Rita wants to comment, then by all means.

Love,
Danielle

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To: Danielle, Frank

Hello you two,

My, how horny I am right now. It's a good thing I have a penis near me because he's going to get lucky once I'm done with this reply.

So basically, here's what I was thinking the whole time: Danielle is my best friend, and the person I cared for the most at that time - now it's fifty-fifty with Jacques, I'd say, but he understands. When she came back from the bathroom, I felt her stare. I tilted my head to see and saw she was staring at my butt: I realized my panties must be showing. So my first instinct was to move around and hide them: I guess I didn't realize that the posture I took actually put an emphasis on them.

So we moved to the kitchen, got some food, and went to the living room with a movie. But I could tell Danielle's mind was elsewhere, and for a long time, I couldn't figure it out. But then, well, call it instinct, I remembered what she had said. So I decided to test it out. I put on the erotic movie: and then I saw her eyes, and I could tell she was horny, but I was the only one in the room. So I must have been making her horny. She had been horny ever since she had come back from the bathroom, so it wasn't just the movie.

Now I'm not shy about anything. And the notion of Danielle being turned on had the same effect on me, and I felt myself getting really wet. So I did the next logical step: we had practically done everything together before, so why not masturbate? I was a bit surprised that Danielle agreed, but she did.

And so, there we were, in the living room, wondering what to do next. I took the initiative and removed my skirt. I decided it would be best if I just stared at the movie instead of staring at Danielle, and also if I did not remove my panties but pleasured myself through them. I saw Danielle hesitant, so I asked her if she was okay: it took her a while, but she pulled her pants off, revealing a very nice and sexy pair of panties. We had seen each other naked, or in panties or swimsuit before, but the context was different: and with sex, context is everything, I always say.

I stared back at the movie, trying to give a modicum of privacy to Danielle, despite the fact that we were both in the same room, but I felt her stare against me. My hand was gently teasing me through the cloth: I looked towards Danielle and saw she was staring at what I was doing, practically not touching herself. I asked her if she wanted to watch me do it: of course, she didn't answer. I moved about, exposing my front to her, widening my legs, and started teasing myself gently. I felt her stare across my body, mostly on my crotch area: it felt so intense that it stimulated me very quickly. I stopped what I was doing, and without much forethought, I decided to pull off my panties...

...to be continued...

Rita

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To: Danielle, Rita

Tease! Both of you!

Wow! That is some story... can't wait to read more.

Just wanting to finalize everything with you both. We'll meet on the 27th around noon, at the Carrefour. I imagine Jacques and Rita have a vehicle, or how will you be coming to Sherbrooke? Let me know.

Thanks.

Frank

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To: Frank, Rita

Hiya,

Sounds great as planning. Remember, Frank, we have a date on the previous day: if you stand me up, I will kill you. Just kidding. Not. Yes I am...

So Rita pulled off her panties (this is a fun to tell a story!) That gave me a jolt. I don't specifically know why, but it did.

I completely lost my interest in the movie: the show beside me was much more entertaining - and live. And I have to agree with Rita: context is everything. I had seen Rita naked, but seeing her tease herself, in front of me, with that specific purpose in mind, well, it was something unexpected, unique and thrilling. I barely touched myself; I was mostly watching her fingers sliding against the edges of her pussy, getting it moist; I can't exactly recall my exact thoughts, but I felt so agitated. I wanted to touch her - but I didn't dare move from my position.

She slid a finger into herself, and it was like she was sliding it into me. She pulled it out just as fast; she looked up at me for the first time since she had started playing with herself and smiled. That gorgeous, loving smile; Rita knows the one I'm talking about. The one that says: I love you, I care deeply for you, and I won't let anything hurt you. That, as much as anything, made me shiver.

Then, Rita asked me to tease myself and I realized that I had been watching her. It seemed natural, so I slid my fingers inside my panties and started playing with myself. She resumed work on herself; our eyes locked, and neither of us could look away. I don't think either one of us climaxed, or at least I didn't, but eventually, we both burst out laughing, stimulated and relaxed at the same time.

Rita looked at me and popped a simple question: do you want to make out?

Before I knew it, we were all over each other, arms wrapped around the other's body, our lips connecting, our tongues interweaved, and it was awesome. I felt our connection so strongly, stronger than I had ever felt a connection to anyone before, to be honest. She was my closest friend (and still is). Our making out turned out to be more of a grapple, as we rolled off the couch, kissing and biting each other's neck, ears and cheeks. I landed on top of her, our legs crossed together; I felt the warmth of her pussy against mine through my panties. It was more than I could handle... so I pulled them off, and pressed my own pussy against hers.

God! Frank! I can't even explain how it felt - how warm and wet and close and intimate it made me feel. We stopped moving for a long while, and simply enjoyed the sensation. That is, until Rita started grinding against me...

Rita, you pick up the next part. I have, uh... something I need to do.

eheh.

Love you both.

Danielle

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To: Frank, Danielle

Naughty little tease, Sweets! Don't do that to our beloved Frank.

Frank, I just have one question: are you masturbating to our story? I hope you are. It's all true, we're not making it up. We wouldn't kid about something like that.

How to explain how it feels to be rubbing your pussy against another girl's...? There's simply nothing like it. I like a good hard penis, inside of me, but there's something utterly bewildering with tribbing - that's how it's called by the way, but you probably already knew that.

Truth be told, with all the stimulation I had set upon myself, I was pretty much ready to explode, but somehow it was insufficient to push me over the edge. I felt the climax nearing, and I kept rubbing, and I could see in Danielle's eyes that she was getting as stimulated as I was. I guess external stimulation was not enough to put us over the top. At some point, we just stopped what we were doing: we were panting, out-of-breath, but mostly ready to move on.

The rest of our clothing came off fairly quickly, and we got back to simply making out. The feel of a naked woman's chest against your own - well, I guess that's something you must know, Frank - is amazing. And Danielle's breasts, well... anyway, we got pretty engrossed in what we were doing, fondling each other all over.

I think we both wanted to explode at that point...

I'll let Danielle finish you off

And everything's good for the 27th! Can't wait to see you both.

Rita

P.S. I had Jacques read our story. He says it's the best damn erotica he ever saw, and he'd be interested in having a replay of that when we meet - no promises, I told him, but I wouldn't be against it. What do you think, Frank?

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To: Frank, Rita

Final part: The Climax (eheh)

We both took a step back at that point, if I remember correctly. It was clear that we either went forward with what we were doing or we needed to stop right there.

As if that was going to happen!

It was Rita who took the initiative. She pushed me back up on the couch, spread my legs part and started kissing my thighs. She planted a kiss on my pussy: I shivered all over. She actually if I wanted her to eat me out: I think I almost screamed yes. So she went to work on me. Now, I'll be honest; I don't usually get turned on by oral sex, I don't, but that time, that event, it was all I could do not to scream at the top of my lungs. I must have come three or four times in a row, and Rita just kept licking, and licking, and licking... Eventually, I was just too weak to hold myself up, so I collapsed onto the couch and almost slid off it. It was surreal. My first reflex was to kiss Rita, and we kissed, passionately, for maybe two or three minutes. The taste of my pussy on her lips, on her tongue, it was just so strange.

I tried to return the favor, but let's be honest, I wasn't very good at it. I just couldn't stimulate her enough with my tongue and lips; Rita guide my fingers into her, two of them, and showed me how to play with her. She came hard, squirting all over my hand as she did. Seeing her like that, it was so intense. It's something you never forget, when you manage to provide that level of pleasure to someone; and the gratitude that comes with it, well... it was just another level.

I haven't had sex with any other girl, ever, and as I said, I'm not bisexual, but Rita's different. She's my best friend, and the connection we had that night, I think, made our bond that much stronger. I often fantasize about having my way with her. I've even fantasized of a threesome with you and her (maybe a foursome with Jacques as well, to include him in the mix, so he doesn't feel left out). Not sure I'd act upon it, mind you, but fantasies are nice.

We slept together, naked, that night, in her bed. That's actually when I first started sleeping in the nude.

Thank you for asking us to share this story, Frank. It allowed me to relive it, and remember the fun and exhiliration we had. I'm feeling the same kind of anticipation for the party. If I don't have sex with at least one of you two, I'm going to be very disappointed! Better pick a number.

I love you both. I'm leaving tomorrow for my parents' home, so I'll see you when I get back.

Danielle