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Debbie was a friend, nothing more. Despite the hormonal rollercoaster that is adolescence, we’d been friends for three years by the time we turned 18 and had never so much as kissed. She was cute, but I felt something more akin to a brotherly protectiveness over her.

One night, though, she set out to change that. Our friend’s parents were away, and we’d spent the night smoking cheap hash and listening to terrible nu-metal. We flirted as much as we at all times did, but nothing to suggest what was to come.

Gripped with a stoned urge to steal garden ornaments from a neighbour, Debbie and our friends disappeared into the night. I took the opportunity to bag the most comfortable sleeping spot – our friends parents bed – tossing a sleeping bag onto it and drifting off into a haze.

I awoke from my shallow, hash-induced sleep to discover Debbie looking at me, a mischievous sparkle in her brown eyes. Had she at all times been this pretty? She’d climbed onto the bed with me, and pulled her body tight against mine under the single duvet.

“Do you think it’s possible to do things … just as friends?”

I knew she had a thing for me and I didn’t want to complicate a friendship I valued. I also still didn’t think I saw her in that way, although the way her breasts were pushing into my arm was starting to make me wonder.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” I said – truthfully. “I really care about you.”

She considered my response for precisely three seconds then, in what felt like one seamless motion, lifted her left leg over my body and pushed herself up so that she was straddling me, her hands on my chest. She started to rock her hips, rubbing her panties over my boxers. I could feel her pussy lips against the shaft of my cock, hardening with each push.

“How about now?”

Resistance was futile – she had me. She leaned down to kiss me and I reciprocated, our lips finding each other in the semi-darkness. There was electricity as our tongues met, and I pushed her back onto the bed, keeping my place between her thighs. I started to kiss her neck and heard her moan, as her hands slid my t-shirt off, her nails lightly scratching the skin of my back.

Debbie – cute but quirky, the girl next door – had disappeared. I saw her for the gorgeous, confident, sexy woman she’d become. I held her eye as I slowly ran my hand up the back of her top and unhooked her bra, her perfect breasts — so much fuller than I’d ever realised, springing free.

I couldn’t control myself, and started to run my tongue in figures of eight across her nipples. She started to pant, obviously wanting more, so I stopped on her right breast, slowly ran my tongue around her areola, and then took her nipple in my mouth. I moved onto her left breast, bringing my left hand to continue paying attention to the right – as she gasped – “That. Feels. So. Good!”, my tongue alternating between circular motions and gently sucking.

I pushed myself up onto my knees so I could run my hands over her body. How had I never noticed how hot she was? I noted her olive skin, her toned stomach with a lizard belly piercing – I’ll need to watch out for that, I wondered – and her blue panties, now visibly wet. Wanting to tease her some more, I started to stroke her through them as she wriggled to take them off.

Debbie was naked now, and she playfully pushed me onto my side so she could reach out and started to stroke me through my boxers, trying in vain to pull them down as I focussed on her pleasure first.

“No fair!” She said, reaching up to kiss me and then pulling my waistband so that my rock-hard cock sprang free. Putting one knee each side of her waist, I straddled her and leaned forward, resting my erection on her breasts as she took in the novelty of its tightly cut head.

Neither of us was experienced enough to really know what we were doing, but this being the early 00s I had read a *lot* of sex advice columns in my female friends’ magazines and figured this was as good a time as any to try them out.

I begin kissing her breasts again, firmly, slowly moving my head down her body. My fingertips stroke her skin, gliding over her waist, down to her legs. I pass my lips and tongue down her torso while my fingers stroke her inner thigh. As I reach her pussy, gently kissing her lips, she opens her legs.

I begin by gently moving my tongue up her pussy lips from bottom to top, gently stroking her labia with one finger as I focus my tongue on her clit. Gentle, slow licking at first. As I hear her breathing speed up and her legs open further, I begin to run my tongue over clit in circles. She’s so wet, and panting so hard.

I couldn’t believe how natural it all felt; so instinctive. I knew exactly when to slide my finger inside her, finding her g-spot as I closed my lips around her clit and started to suck it.

“Don’t … stop…” she can barely speak. My mouth is full of her juices, it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever tasted. She starts to buck against me; I reach up with my spare hand and gently begin to stroke her nipple. It sends her over the edge – i feel her orgasm and she pushes my head away, convulsing and gasping, completely out of control.

I bring my head parallel to hers, my whole mouth wet with her. She’s in shock

“I’ve never… that was my first…” she gasps. “Thank you.”

I was so turned on and so satisfied with making her come I forget about my own pleasure, and we both drift off to sleep. We booked up a few times after that but agreed we were better as friends, which we are to this day. But we’ll at all times have that first time.

NSFW: yes

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