Heartbroken by My Gay Crush, Seduced by My Best Friend: Raw First Lesbian Fuck

Parents’ boat weekends left the house mine. Empty. Quiet. Denis due in two hours. My pussy throbbed from last night’s club toilet fuck. Raw, urgent, his cock slamming me against the stall wall. I bolted upstairs. Door slammed. Hand straight to my mound. Fingers grinding clit hard. Juices soaking thighs. Not enough. Grabbed the back brush from bathroom. Thick wooden handle. Lubed it with spit. Shoved it deep. In and out. Gasping. Walls clenching. Phone buzzed on nightstand—ignored. Doorbell pierced the air. Fuck. Pulled out, dripping. Yanked on skirt, top. Mirror: flushed cheeks, hard nipples poking. Opened door. His eyes down. Sad. Invited him in. Surprise planned: hard striptease, then bedroom surrender. Couch. ‘What to watch?’ Silence. Hand on his thigh. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Sorry, Lise. Too drunk last night. Can’t do this. I’m gay.’ Boom. Heart cracked. Imagined girlfriend, AIDS—worst. Hugged. Cried. He stroked my hair. Cheek. Neck. Soft. Tender. ‘We can be friends.’ Nod. Head on his lap. Looked up. Eyes glued to my tits. ‘Sure you’re homo?’ Laugh. ‘Touch them. Friendly.’ Hand slipped under blouse. Bra pushed aside. Left tit out. Palmed it. Froze there. Kissed my cheek. ‘Thanks.’ Heart raced anyway. Took what I could. Night fell. 7 PM. He left. Tears flowed. Dialed Alie. Brunette goddess. 5’7″, 130 lbs, hazel eyes, killer smile. Boys drooled. She buzzed at 8:15. Perfume hit first—sweet vanilla, intoxicating up close. Spilled everything: toilets, solo brush fuck, tit caress. Bedroom. Cross-legged on bed. Her stare intense. ‘Bad luck. Stick to friendship. Make him forget dick.’ Giggles. Hysteria. Fell off bed. Back twinged. She laid me flat. ‘Top off.’ Already seen me naked in gym showers. Prone in panties, skirt hiked. Hands on shoulders. Down to hips. Moan escaped. Softer than boys. Ribs. Brushing tit sides. ‘Continue?’ ‘Fuck yes.’ Flipped. Arms back, eyes shut. Fingers circled navel. Thumbs grazed pubes. Hips bucked. Another moan. Her breath hot. Lips ghosted tits. Passive? No. Hands on her head. Down she went. Nips sucked. Bitten. Weird rush. Left hand kneading right tit. Mouth devouring left. Right hand snaked under skirt. Panties barrier. Rubbed slit. Humped her palm. Mouths crashed. Tongues tangled. Wet. Stripped skirt. Naked. Her too. Side by side. Fingers in cunts. One. Two. Pumping. She pulled out. ‘Suck your juice.’ Salty. Sweet. ‘Mine?’ ‘Yeah.’ Switched. 69. Face in her pussy. Musky. Licked clit. Tongue fucked hole. She devoured mine. Orgasms ripped. Shower. Sticky bodies rinsed. Called home: sleepover. Fucked till dawn. Fingers. Tongues. Scissoring. Exhausted bliss.