I was extremely overweight most of my life. Wether by fault of my own insecurities or the attitudes of others I didn't have a lot of friends. Julie was my best friend. We first met in 2nd grade. After high school my weight and all the other problems that it caused finally got to me and I decided to do something about it. By the end of my senior year I had lost almost 100 lbs. To celebrate the summer she took me shopping for my first ever bikini. We got back to her parents house and I tried it on. She quickly pointed out all the little hairs poking out the sides of my bottom. Was never a problem before given the style of my previous suits. She offered to "trim" me up a little. I said I could take care of it myself when I got home. It was forgotten for the moment and we then began to raid her dad's liquor cabinet.
After several shots of Tequila and her continued persistance I finally agreed to let her shave me. I remember how embarassed I felt at first, laying on the floor, legs spread wide with her sitting between them. She began using scissors to trim back the hair. Occassionally her fingers would hit a sensitive spot but I really didn't think much of it. She was just doing what she had to. Eventually she pulled out the razor. As she was rubbing the shaving cream on me her fingers again would touch me in my more sensitive areas. Then she began to use the razor while using her other hand to manipulate the areas she was shaving, quite often rubbing my clit or slightly penetrating me. She would pause from time to time to apply baby oil to the area she just shaved telling me how it would reduce the irritation. I was drunk, didn't know about it and didn't care. Just lay there and let her do whatever. This "teasing" went on for almost an hour as she would shave one small area at a time and then the baby oil. The frequency that she made contact with my clit or penetrated me also was increasing. By now I was extremely aroused but not knowing for sure that she was doing these things intentionally I tried not to let it show. A few more minutes went by and by now I was dripping wet. 'How could she not notice how her touching me was effecting me?' that's when, through the alcohol haze I realized her touches had to be intentional. Wather they were or not, by this point I didn't care. The next time her fingers entered me I wrapped my legs tightly around her waist and thrust myself against her hand pulling her fingers deep inside me. My hands immediatly pulled my t shirt up and began fondling my breasts as I yelled "I can't take it anymore. " All I heard her say was, "It's about time you gave in. " and with that she leaned forward.
The instant her lips and tongue came in contact with me I was screaming from the most intense orgasm (should say orgasms ) I had ever had. Her parents were due home any minute, so that night we had a two girl sleepover at my house where I was finally able to make her feel the way she made me feel earlier. We didn't have a collection of toys to play with but did everything we could think of with our bodys, hands and tongues. It was during that time that she confessed to me that she had been bi since 8th grade but was afraid to tell me since she knew I was totally straight. But not anymore. Since that time I have only been with her. Unfortunatly she recently moved away to go to college. But spring break is next week.
After several shots of Tequila and her continued persistance I finally agreed to let her shave me. I remember how embarassed I felt at first, laying on the floor, legs spread wide with her sitting between them. She began using scissors to trim back the hair. Occassionally her fingers would hit a sensitive spot but I really didn't think much of it. She was just doing what she had to. Eventually she pulled out the razor. As she was rubbing the shaving cream on me her fingers again would touch me in my more sensitive areas. Then she began to use the razor while using her other hand to manipulate the areas she was shaving, quite often rubbing my clit or slightly penetrating me. She would pause from time to time to apply baby oil to the area she just shaved telling me how it would reduce the irritation. I was drunk, didn't know about it and didn't care. Just lay there and let her do whatever. This "teasing" went on for almost an hour as she would shave one small area at a time and then the baby oil. The frequency that she made contact with my clit or penetrated me also was increasing. By now I was extremely aroused but not knowing for sure that she was doing these things intentionally I tried not to let it show. A few more minutes went by and by now I was dripping wet. 'How could she not notice how her touching me was effecting me?' that's when, through the alcohol haze I realized her touches had to be intentional. Wather they were or not, by this point I didn't care. The next time her fingers entered me I wrapped my legs tightly around her waist and thrust myself against her hand pulling her fingers deep inside me. My hands immediatly pulled my t shirt up and began fondling my breasts as I yelled "I can't take it anymore. " All I heard her say was, "It's about time you gave in. " and with that she leaned forward.
The instant her lips and tongue came in contact with me I was screaming from the most intense orgasm (should say orgasms ) I had ever had. Her parents were due home any minute, so that night we had a two girl sleepover at my house where I was finally able to make her feel the way she made me feel earlier. We didn't have a collection of toys to play with but did everything we could think of with our bodys, hands and tongues. It was during that time that she confessed to me that she had been bi since 8th grade but was afraid to tell me since she knew I was totally straight. But not anymore. Since that time I have only been with her. Unfortunatly she recently moved away to go to college. But spring break is next week.
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