Fun With a Friend, Part 1

by SlyHex

"Smile Girls!" Mrs. Thomas said cheerily. I smiled for the camera just in time for the flash to go off. I fluttered my eyes as they recovered from the light.

"I think I blinked." I said with a laugh. My friends laughed with me, and the three of them rushed forwards to look at the photo. They all bent down to stare at the camera, and laughed wildly. Looking at them now, all happy and smiling, I realized just how much I was going to miss them. Today was my last day at Cotswold school. Well, technically it was everyone's last day, because we were breaking up for summer, but after six or seven weeks, everyone else would be coming back for another year, but I had to move to a different school across the country in only five weeks because my dad had been promoted, and he had to work further away.

"Yeah Brenna, you were right. You did blink!" Sophie, my best friend joked. "Come and look." I pushed the thought of me leaving to the back of my mind, and I smiled as I hopped over to them. I looked at the photo. It was quite hard to make out because the light from the sun was reflecting off the screen, but it was clear that my eyes were shut. From left to right in the photo it was Aimee, Sophie, me and then Emily. They were my three best friends, and I had know them all for years. We were all good looking, despite it being nine o'clock in the morning, and despite the fact that we were all wearing our compulsory school uniform. It was a maroon jumper, with a white shirt under it. Although none of us were wearing the jumper, because it was the last day of school for the year, and it was tradition to get your shirt signed by your friends and teachers.

Sophie had insisted on standing next to me when the photo was taken, and no tried to tell her otherwise. Sophie and I were born in the same week, and our mothers actually met each other in the hospital. It was it was quite a shock when they returned home, only to find out they lived down the street from each other. Me and Sophie had been practically raised together because of this. We were over each others houses just about every night, and slept over every weekend. All of my friends were good looking, but Sophie was incredible. Her blonde hair always flowed with effortless beauty. Her eyes sparkled blue. And probably her best feature, her breasts, were a D cup despite being only thirteen. She was definitely the most popular of the four of us, and I was definitely the most shy, which she often made fun of me for, but I never took it to heart.

"We'll have to take it again." Said Mrs. Thomas, a teacher who we'd asked to take the photo for us.

"Yeah, and don't blink this time, Bren'." Aimee said, nudging me with her hip. We all rushed off to stand on the steps of the school again. Instead of standing in a row, this time I stood in the middle, and Emily stood behind us, on a taller step.

"So we can all fit in." She said when she caught me looking at her. Emily placed her hands on my shoulders, and Aimee and Sophie each put a hand around my back, and rested them on each side of my waist. It felt good to have them all this close to me. I noticed that Mrs. Thomas had a grin on her face, and she was looking at each of the girls and nodding.

"NOW!" She yelled with a roar of laughter. Suddenly, I felt three pairs of lips across my face. I felt a pleasurable tingle along my back as I felt the heat of the girls kisses. The flash of the camera went off, and the girls were laughing wildly before I could even figure out what had happened.

"We got you!" Sophie cried. "You didn't see it coming, did you?"

"No." I admitted with a grin, wiping the wetness from my cheeks. The girls and Mrs. Thomas, all stood laughing and patting each other on the back. That light contact from the girls was very nice, and I felt a familiar feeling arise between my legs. I turned to Emily. "So that's why you stood behind." I said, gently poking her in the belly, trying to ignore my arousal.

"Yeah. I needed a better angle." She said with a smile.

"Come and have a look at this. It's brilliant!" Mrs. Thomas cried. The four of us rushed over and we all bent in to look at the small screen. The photo had been timed perfectly, with the three girls lips each pressing against my face. The only word I could think of to describe my face was ecstasy. My eyes had rolled back into my head and my mouth was open and gasping. The girls laughed when they saw it.

"God, you really enjoyed that, didn't you Bren'?" Sophie joked. I felt my face go red with embarrassment.

"Yeah, I had no idea you liked us that much!" Aimee giggled as well. They continued to joke about the photo for a while, which made me nervous. I hoped none of them suspected how I really felt. For almost a year now, there had been an inkling at the back of my mind that I might be a lesbian. I had never really admitted it to myself, but the signs were there. I had never really had a boyfriend, for one thing. And also, I often found myself staring at my friends, Sophie in particular. None of them knew. Well, I suspected that Sophie might have pieced it together, but she never said anything about it if she knew.

After about five minutes, the school bell sounded, and we each went our separate ways to go to lessons. The next few hours were spent signing shirts and having photos taken with people from my school. I was sad that the time couldn't be spent with my friends, but part of me knew I had to get used to it, as I was moving soon. I knew I would still see and talk to them a lot, but it wouldn't be the same. Sophie wouldn't be able to stay over my house every weekend, and I wouldn't be able to sit with them during lunch and just talk and joke about things. By the time lessons had ended, I had found myself quite upset.

I met up with my friends in the school library later that day. I walked in and scanned the room for them, and found them sat at a table near the back of the room. Each of the girls shirts had gained a load of new signatures. Far more than mine had, anyway. They seemed to be deep in conversation about something.

"I think we should." I heard Sophie say as I got closer. She rose and looked out of the window. "See, you can see the gate from here and no one's there." She sat back in her seat again.

"What are you talking about?" I asked with curiosity, as I sat next to Sophie. I tried to hide my bad mood, but I felt that Sophie suspected something.

"We were thinking about leaving early." Aimee told me. "But we might get caught."

"Yeah, and it would be bad to get in trouble on the last day." Emily said. "I don't think we should risk it." I thought about the situation for a moment. Once I realized that Sophie would probably end up staying at my house, my mind was made up.

"It's the last day, and we aren't even doing work anymore. No one will miss us if we leave." I pointed out. "I think we should go."

"Yay!" Sophie cried. She leapt from her seat next to me and gave me a hug, which I returned with a grin. She was clearly thinking about coming over my house as well. The hug instantly got rid of my bad mood, and she knew it. I saw Aimee and Emily think about it for a moment. They shared a glance, and it was clear that they had admitted defeat.

"Ugh, fine." Aimee said standing and grabbing her bag. The rest of us stood, and we all walked out of the building and stood at the top of the school driveway. As people walked past, a few of them said hi to us and stopped to sign our shirts. We weren't insanely popular at school, but everyone at least knew us and liked us. I often just stood at the back of my group of friends at times like this. I had always been shy, but it had gotten worse since I started to suspect my lesbianism. I felt I couldn't be myself around these people. I thought they'd judge me.

Sophie got the most attention, being the best looking. I was often jealous of her and the way she looked, the attention she got, not just from guys, but girls too.

One of the girls in the group that stopped to talk to us, Jessica, asked me to sign her shirt. Jessica was a tall, sporty type. A friend of Aimee's, who was also sporty. I found myself getting quite nervous. I agreed to sign her shirt, and she handed me a pen. The only open spot left on her shirt was just under her collar, between her boobs. I leant in, and when my hand felt the warmth of her skin my stomach dropped. My arm rested on her breast, and I could feel the softness of it through her shirt. I wrote my name as fast as possible, and gave her a weak grin as I handed her pen back to her. The group of people soon left us, and it was just me and my friends again. I soon calmed down, and returned to normal.

"So, I take it I'm coming over your house?" Sophie asked me after another minute or two.

"Of course." She smiled at me. "You're staying the night, actually." I told her. She chuckled. It wasn't planned that she would stay the night, but it was just routine by this stage.

"Really? Do I get a say?" She asked. I laughed at her.

"Nope." She rolled her eyes, and her smile widened. "But even if you did, you'd stay over anyway. You'd miss me too much otherwise." I said, giving her a nudge with my waist. The light contact again sent tingles through my body, and I scolded myself inside my head. I often allowed myself to touch the girls in this way. It exited me, but I hoped I hadn't come off too obviously flirtatious.

"Yeah, there's that. It's also that there's loads of free food at your house!" We laughed together. I saw that we we're getting looks from Aimee and Emily, who were staring at us like we were mad, which just fuelled my laughter more. Me and Sophie had always had that kind of relationship. We could be jokingly flirting one minute and making fun of each other the next. The flirting meant nothing to her of course, but I enjoyed it. Maybe a bit too much.

We waited until the bell had sounded for lessons before we made our escape from school. We thought it would be easier to get away while everyone was moving around. We looked around for teachers, before jogging down the school driveway, giggling all the way. We got onto the street and rounded the corner with a sigh. We were all panting, except for Aimee, who had shown off her fitness by darting off ahead of us.

"Well, we made it. We didn't get caught." Aimee said, lightly catching her breath.

"Yeah, you were right Brenna." Emily added, bending over to rest her hands on her knees, while breathing heavily. I gave them a cheeky look.

"I'm always right." I reminded them. I was expecting the girls to laugh at that, but not nearly as much as they did.

"Yeah, right!" Emily said light-heartedly. "Remember when you said that Jamie john fancied me, so I asked him out and made a fool of myself?"

"Yeah, it was pretty funny." I told her, jumping out of the way as she charged at me with an angry grin. Aimee and Sophie laughed at the comment, and Emily gently slapped my arm, before herself starting to laugh.

The rest of the walk home was spent like this, making jokes at each others expense. But none of us got mad at each other. The journey home included a walk through a lightly forested area with a stream running though it, which was always fun, because the only bridge across had collapsed years ago. Me and Sophie crossed as we always did, hand in hand and crying with laughter the whole way. Aimee however just jumped across, being the tallest and most sporty of the four of us, and then stood on the far side laughing at us, and our pitiful attempts to cross. Emily often walked a but further upstream, to where it wasn't as deep, and used stones to get across without getting wet. Eventually, we were all across, and as always, it was me and Sophie who had wet shoes.

We carried on walking, and after five minutes, Emily left us to go towards her house, and Aimee did the same soon after. So it was just me and Sophie, which was how I liked it.

We often used this time to talk about things we talked to no one else about. School work, teachers, classmates, music, films. But never boys. Sophie had learned a long time ago that I wasn't interested in boys, and although we had never had a conversation about it, she had learnt not to bring it up, which I was incredibly grateful for. As far as I was aware, she didn't think I was a lesbian, she just thought I hadn't started thinking about boys yet, which I was fine to let her carry on thinking.

We got to my house. I tried to pull the handle, but it was locked. No one was home. I opened the door with my key and let us in. Sophie rushed into the kitchen and opened the fridge, before I could even shut the door.

"Not waiting to be offered, then?" I asked her.

"You know me." She said with a chuckle. I locked the door behind me, as my mother always told me to do, and sat in the kitchen.

"Tea?" Sophie offered, moving towards the kettle. She had gotten me into the drink a few years ago, and now I couldn't go a day without it. I smiled at her.

"You know me." I said, mimicking her. She put the kettle on to boil with a smile, and while she was waiting, she moved out into the hall. She kicked her damp shoes off as I had done, and dropped her bag on the floor. We talked for a few minutes while the kettle boiled. When it pinged, we both stood up to go and make it.

"It's my house." I pointed out, indicating that I should serve her tea, not the other way around.

"Which is why I should do it." She said, moving past me. "And besides, I'm here just as much as you are, anyway." I nodded, and sat down again. She dragged her hand through my hair as she walked past, and laughed as I protested and tried to fix it. After a while, I realized that it was very quiet in the room. I glanced over at her. I saw her holding to thin pieces of paper in each hand. "What are these?" She asked. I moved over to look.

"Oh, train tickets." I told her. "My parents are going to look for places to live this weekend." She put the tickets down.

"Oh, don't remind me that you're leaving. I don't wan to think about it." She made the tea in silence from then on. Once it was made, we took it up to my bedroom in the attic. The walls were littered with pictures of me, my parents and friends, each lit up by the sky-lights like a spotlight on a stage. Naturally, you couldn't look at a wall without seeing a picture of me and Sophie together. Sophie put the tea down, and laid down on my bed above the quilt. She buried the side of her face in my pillow. "I'm gonna miss you so much, you know?" She wasn't crying or anything, but her voice was very uneasy, very quiet.

"Yeah." I said, in a tone just as solemn as hers. "I'm gonna miss you more, though." It was true. Sophie was losing a friend. I was losing my best friend, the only person I felt I could be myself around, a person I thought for a second I might have feelings for. I laid down next to her on the bed. She rolled over to face me. It was only a single bed, so our bodies were close, but she didn't seem to mind. I however, felt myself getting exited.

She didn't seem to notice, but I was very aware of close our faces were. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my face. In that moment, I suddenly wanted nothing more than to hold her in my arms and kiss her, but I restrained myself. Without thinking, and without breaking eye contact, I started to move my foot up and down her leg. Slowly at first. She sighed and made a humming sound, and she shut her eyes, cuddling into my bed. After a while, the strokes started getting faster and faster. She started doing the same to me. Moving her foot slowly up and down my leg, but also getting faster. Eventually, we were both kicking madly at each other and giggling like idiots.

Eventually the foot war died down, but thankfully, the good mood stayed. We laughed and joked for the next few hours. We laughed hysterically when we realized we had forgotten about the tea, and we went downstairs to make another lot.

My parents came home at about three o'clock, and didn't act surprised at all by Sophie's presence. They'd have thought it was weird if she wasn't there. My parents soon left again though to go and find a house for us, making me promise not to throw any wild parties while they were gone, the idea of which brought a laugh out of everyone. Me and Sophie stayed in the living room then, watching TV. We eventually got bored and decided to watch a film. It was clear which one we would watch.

Sophie picked up my box set of The Lord Of The Rings, and put the first disk in. She cuddled up next to me on the large sofa while we fast-forwarded through the trailers at the start. Just before she pressed play, she jumped up to open the closet and pull out a blanket. I laughed hysterically at her when it brought out another two unintended blankets, which landed on her an caused her to fall to the floor.

"God, you're an idiot." I said jokingly. She smiled at me from her spot on the floor.

"I know." She said as she jumped to her feet. "But life's not fun if you don't do something stupid every now and again." The blankets were left on the floor, and we moved to sit there rather than on the sofa. We didn't stop talking as we watched. We'd seen into so many times we knew all the lines anyway. Ten minutes into the film, Sophie's phone went off in her pocket. She took it out, looked at it, and chuckled to herself.

"What, what is it?" I asked, leaning in eagerly to see what was on her phone.

"Look what Emily just sent me." She said. She held up her phone, and on the screen was a picture of me, Sophie Aimee and Emily, standing outside of our school. The three girls were leaning in and kissing me, and my face made it look like I was cumming from it.

"Oh God." I murmured. "It looks even worse when you're not in the sun and you can actually see the screen." Sophie laughed.

"I know." She paused. "My God, it really does look like you're enjoying it." She laughed again. I paused, and proving that she was the only one I could be myself around, I told the truth,

"I did enjoy it." She looked at me, still smiling. "You're good kissers. It made me tingle." She thought I was exaggerating, and opened her mouth and gasped.

"You should not have told me that!" She cried. She leapt over to me and started kissing my face all over. My cheeks, my forehead, my nose, my neck. She didn't stop. She was laughing the whole time.

"Ha, get off!" I cried with a smile, trying to hide how much I was enjoying it. Her hands moved down to my sides, and she started tickling me as well. I let out a burst of laughter when her hands made contact. I managed to throw her off me, and ran up the stairs as fast as I could, with my stomach hurting from laughter. I was only up about six stairs before I heard her begin the ascent as well.

We reached my room in the attic, and we were still giggling. I jumped onto my bed, and she followed me. I was laying on my back, and she was straddling me, with a leg on either side of my waist.

"Stop-p- Please!" I said with literal tears of laughter in my eyes.

"NEVEEEER!" She cried with a grin, and began kissing my face again. She had my hands pinned above my shoulders. I was defenceless. She seemed unaware of the fire that was now burning between my legs. I was filled with a lust I had never felt before. While she carried on the onslaught of kisses, I couldn't help but grind my hips up against her body, which filled me with pleasure. She thought I was trying to throw her off, and pushed her own hips down into mine, turning me on even more.

She carried on laughing. She was enjoying this too, I noticed. How much, I wondered?

And then, I turned my head in a sharp motion, and our lips met.

It was only for a second, but we both felt the power behind it. It was like an electric shock. The laughter stopped. She pulled her head away, but did not move to get off me. We stayed like that for a long time. I stared into those deep blue eyes, that I had lost myself in many times before.

Eventually, without a single word needing to be spoken, Sophie leant in and kissed me on the lips again. And I felt an incredible heat flow through me. It felt amazing. Her lips were warm, and tasted faintly of strawberries. I felt a warm, cosy, feeling inside me as I felt her smile into the kiss. I returned the smile, but our lips did not pull apart. Our bodies stayed pinned together. I could feel her pleasure flow through me as if we were one. For an age our lips danced with each other. At some point, she released her hands from mine, and they moved down to caress my body, moving up and down my sides. I did the same, and moved hands along the outside of her school shirt.

I was still lying flat, and I gasped when I felt her hand along the flat of my bare stomach. She giggled at my response, and carried on kissing me. I felt her hand creep up along my belly. Her hand was cold, but the feel of her there was amazing. My shirt rose with her hand, and she stopped just below my breasts, which caused a lush agony, as I wanted her to go on.

Without warning, she sat up right. I was completely in the moment, and kissed the air for a second after she had gone. I opened my eyes, which had been closed for so long they had to adjust to the light. From what I could see, Sophie looked like an angel sitting on top of me, as the light curved around her. So beautiful.

"Are you sure you want to?" She asked. I could tell from her voice that she certainly did, and she was only asking for my benefit. I sat upright, with her still on my lap.

"Sophie," I looked deep into her eyes. "this is happening." I kissed her again. My voice was strangely commanding. Never before had I been so certain of how much I wanted something.

"Thank God." She sighed into the kiss. We kissed for a few more moments. I felt a fire burning between my legs every time our lips met. I could feel the pleasure building and moaned into her mouth. I felt her hands grasp the bottom of my shirt, and I knew what she was planning.

"Are you ready?" She asked. I could only nod. The need was so intense between my legs now that it had taken my breath away. I felt my shirt rise up and above my breasts, which were contained in a thin white bra. I rose my arms, and Sophie tenderly pulled the shirt over my head.

I thought I would feel self-conscious like that. So bare, so exposed. But I didn't. It felt right. After a few more kisses, I felt Sophie's hand on my back, and I knew what was coming. She didn't ask this time. I felt the clasp of my bra pop open, and the straps fell from my shoulders. My breasts fell free, and Sophie wasted no time in feeling them.

The feeling of pleasure was indescribable. I fell to rest on my back again. I shut my eyes and just let the pleasure take me. Her hands were tender and gentle. She pinched my nipples every now and again, and she giggled at the pleasure-filled squeaks they brought from me. I felt my orgasm building. And I wanted nothing more than for Sophie to give it to me. She must have noticed me panting, because her grasping sped up. I wasn't sure if I could cum just from my breasts, but she was making it happen.

I felt her move down my body. A loud moan escaped my mouth when I felt her soft lips on my belly. My I felt my hips grinding with pleasure as I got close to my orgasm. I felt her take a nipple in my mouth and couldn't help but cry out with pleasure.

She bit down gently on my nipple, and I screamed with pleasure. I knew what was coming.

"Oh Fuck Sophie!" I cried. The orgasm hit me full force. My body rocked as the waves of pleasures surged through me. "Oh My God!" I cried again. Each second filled with pure ecstasy. It lasted for the longest time, Wave after wave of pleasure.

When it finally died down, and my grinding hips came to rest on the bed again, I felt her lips on mine once more. She laid next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. She never removed her hand from my nipple, and carried on pinching it, and giggling at my squeals of joy.

After what felt like hours of lying there panting, but was probably only minutes, I found the strength to speak.

"Sophie?" I asked. I didn't open my eyes. I couldn't, I was to tired.

"Yes?" She asked, not moving either, not wanting to ruin the perfectness of the moment.

"I think I love you." I said without shame. It was a long time coming, but I had finally told her. I'd never even admitted it to myself before now, but it was the truth. She giggled, and moved up to rest on one arm. Her lips met mine, and she held them there for a long moment. She finally spoke when she pulled away.

"I think I love you too, Brenna." Her head rested on my shoulder again.

We didn't speak from then on. She just let me drift into a pleasure-filled slumber.