What Friends Are For by Jodi Sylph Page B

I need to
take off my clothes now?”
    Janet shook her head. “No, not yet. You don’t want to just
rush into things. Things are better slower. It’ll put you in the mood.”
    “Okay, so what am I supposed to do?”
    Janet reached over and took the wine glass from her, and sat
their drinks on the table next to the bottle. She slid over next to Megan,
their knees touching. Janet also wore shorts, her long legs a bit less tanned
next to Megan’s. As a blond, she was paler than her friend, and damn, those
legs were sexy.  
    She put a hand on Megan’s leg, fingers touching her inner
thigh. Her skin felt warm and smooth, and she smiled as goosebumps broke out
across her friend’s flesh. Megan shivered a bit, as Janet slid her hand up her
leg slowly, letting her fingertips lightly brush their way over the skin.
    “What are you doing?” Megan asked, voice barely louder than
a whisper. She blocked Janet’s hand as it slowly slid upward, almost reaching
her shorts.
    “This is practice,” Janet said, “I want you to be
comfortable with being touched.
    “I don’t think this is very proper,” Megan said, “We
shouldn’t do this.”
    Janet brought a hand up to Megan’s chin and turned her face
until she looked her in the eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing.
Nobody’s going to know. I’m not going to tell anyone about this, and neither
are you, what happens here will stay here. Tonight, you can do anything you
want, and you’ll never be judged. You can practice anything you want, and I’m
going to help you through it.”
    Megan’s eyes were wide. “I’m a little scared, I think.”
    “Don’t be afraid, we’ve known each other most of our lives.
And this is just practice. It doesn’t mean anything.”
    “I guess it’s okay then, isn’t it?”
    Janet nodded. “Just remember, I’m your best friend. I’d
never do anything to hurt you. I only want to make you happy.”
    Megan took a deep breath and sighed. Slowly she moved her
hand away, unrestricting Janet’s access to her thigh. Janet rubbed her leg
lightly against Megan’s, relishing the feel of skin on skin. It was so
different than touching Trevor. His skin was rough, hairy, muscular, all man.
But Megan’s… she felt like silk.
    Janet felt the first hint of heat beginning to build between
her legs. “You are very pretty, Megan,” she said, mildly shocking herself at
the sound of her own voice. She didn’t mean to sound so lustful!  She slid a
finger into the leg of the shorts, letting it dwell where Megan’s leg met her
torso. “I want tonight to be special for you.”
    Megan leaned back into the couch, responding to Janet’s
touch. “Have you done this before?”
    Janet shook her head. “Never… not with a woman, that is. I’ve
never even thought about it… until now.”
    “Then maybe we shouldn’t… Ahhh…” She gasped as Janet’s
finger slid across her pussy folds. She wasn’t wearing panties!
    Janet brought her other hand to Megan’s side, sliding it
just under her tank top. “This is practice, remember? It’s all okay.”
    Megan’s eyes fluttered. “It’s all okay,” she sighed, arching
her back a little.
    Janet leaned forward, brushing her lips against Megan’s,
just slightly, feeling her warm breath. They both hesitated, afraid to take the
next move. What if they kissed? Was this really just practice, or was there
more here? She loved Megan, as a friend. What would this mean for their
friendship?
    But it was Megan that made the next move, bringing her mouth
forward, slowly, tentatively, her tongue tasting Janet’s lips. Janet’s tongue
met Megan’s, and then slid into her mouth. Oh my God , she thought, I’m
really doing this! I’m kissing her! I’m kissing a girl! And what was Megan
thinking?
    Their mouths devoured each other hungrily, their tongues
exploring in newfound passion. Janet parted Megan’s pussy lips with her
fingers, bringing another gasp to her lips and she pulled from the