Walking In on My Girlfriend
“Hello Mrs. C,” I said to my friend’s mother as I was walking up the driveway.
Mrs C. waved back. She was busy talking on her phone, but paused just long enough to tell me Samantha, or Sam to me and her friends, was upstairs in her room.
I walked into the house without announcing myself, hoping to surprise my girlfriend, and headed up to her bedroom.
I don’t know if Mr. or Mrs. C knew Sam, and I were a couple. Would they even think that two girls in high school could be a couple? Who knows? But we were. At least in my mind, not that we had made any declaration or anything.
No, it was mostly being friends in public, and a little more in private. I still want to take things slow, and I thought Sam was okay with that as well. We had done some kissing and light petting, but nothing more at this point.
So when I walked to her bedroom and peeked through the open door, the sight I saw surprised me.
I was good and didn’t gasp or anything, not wanting to let my presence to be known. But I was in shock as I watched Sam and another girl kissing.
And not just kissing, she was groping her ass, pulling her in tighter as the other girl had her hands on Sam’s tits, albeit over her shirt, but they were both quickly moving from over the shirt touching to no shirt worn.
When the shirt came off, that’s when Sam saw me out of the corner of her eye. She stopped and turned to me, unsure of what to say.
Sam had half her shirt off and continued to take it off. I saw her white bra for the first time in a non-innocent way. Her friend was looking at me, and at her. She bit her lower lip.
“I can explain…” Sam tried to say. “I… I…”
Her friend looked at me, not knowing the situation. “Is she joining us? She looks like she could be fun.” She was talking to Sam, and then to me. “Do you want to join in? I’d love to play with you too?”
“Play with me too?”
“Yeah,” she said, smiling. “You know, sex… just us girls. Three girls can be a lot of fun.”
“Uh, I don’t think she would… or could…” Sam said, trying to speak for me.
“And why not?”
“I just didn’t think you were ready,” she told me.
“Well… maybe I am…”
I couldn’t deny how turned on I got when we made out. And watching the two of them definitely got me excited, but she was also right. I’m not sure I’m ready to jump in, just yet.
“She hasn’t had any experience in things like this,” Sam said, trying to defend me.
“That’s okay. Everyone is like that at some point, and everyone is ready to jump in at some point. Maybe she’d like to watch. Would you like to watch?”
Part of me said I should run away. Part of me wanted to watch. That part was winning right now, but could I? I was a nice girl who didn't do things like this, I told myself, no matter how much I wanted to.
As I thought about it, the girl took her top off. Her breasts were smaller than Sam’s and she wore no bra. But they were cute and perky. Not that I had a lot of experience in judging them.
I watched as she stripped off her shorts next, leaving only her cute cotton panties. I could tell she was shaved…you know, down below. Seeing her, I wish I were too. But why? I wasn’t getting naked. I wasn't having sex. I was just watching, right?
“Come on,” she said, taking me by the hand and leading me into the bedroom. “Join us… or just watch. I’m good with both.”
She went back to Sam and kissed her some more.
“Charlotte, I don’t think she’s…”
“No, no. I’m good. I want to watch.” I did, even if I felt a little jealous, or was it envy. I wanted to be with my girlfriend, naked and unafraid.
Charlotte stripped Sam the rest of the way until she was naked. She worked on kissing her while Sam kept looking over at me. Was she afraid I was mad at her for being with someone else. I mean, I kind of was, but I was also kind of turned on.
Charlotte noticed. “You’re right, something's off…” she said, looking at her and then at me. “I think if you want to watch us, you should be naked as well.”
Charlotte walked over to me. “What do you say? Watching while naked is a lot more fun, trust me. I bet it will be quite a thrill for you. And if I'm wrong, you can always spank me,” she said, turning her pale little ass toward me in a teasing manner.
Something about Charlotte was both sexy and disarming. Like, she could convince anyone to do anything. And seeing her there, so naked and so confident… how could I not do what she asked. After all, I’d get a firsthand lesson on what I might want to do with Sam later when it was just the two of us. It was what I knew I wanted to do, had wanted to do, but was always too afraid to try.
“Here, let me help,” Charlotte said, helping me out of my t-shirt.
I let her take it off me, and then she undid my bra. It was a simple clasp from the front, but I felt her hands linger just a little on my breasts, and it caused my heart to skip a beat… that flesh on flesh which I had dreamed of had happened, and was over too soon.
She undid the snaps on my jeans and worked them down my legs. They were tight, and she had to pull, and I could have stopped her, but I didn’t. Not even when she was on her knees in front of me. Looking down at her, as she looked up at me, I wanted to pull her in tight. Let her taste me like I've never been tasted before in my life... I so longed for it, but I was too chicken to do anything.
I looked over at Sam, who was watching me. Smiling at me. She seemed to enjoy looking at my naked body as well. I felt timid knowing I was being watched, but emboldened as well.
“Care to take off those panties, or do you want me to do it as well?” Charlotte asked.
“You,” I said, barely above a whisper.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”
“You can,” I said a little louder, but not too loud.
“What?”
“You can take my panties,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear.
Charlotte looked back at Sam as she slid my panties down, and I stepped out of them. She turned and looked at my bush, smiling the whole time like she had just opened some present, which in many ways, she did.
"Ready to watch some fun? Come on, get close. I won’t mind. And if you want to join in, you always can," she said with a sly wink.
She stood up and took Sam to her bed. She laid her down on the bed and then worked a trail of kisses from Sam’s belly button all the way up her chest and to her lips.
Their bodies lay on top of one another. I watched as their breasts smashed together as they drew each other closer, deeper into their kisses. I watched their tongues darting back and forth, and wondered if Sam and I looked like that when we kissed.
Sam spread her legs so easily, exposing herself to everyone. I watched as she wrapped her legs around Charlotte, working to draw her in closer to her.
Charlotte then started kissing down Sam’s neck. I knew how much Sam liked that and saw her mouth open as she felt Charlotte’s lips upon her nape. Sam’s hand reached out, and I grabbed it, holding it tight.
I watched as Charlotte left a trail of kisses down to one breast, then across to the other. I watched her suck on Sam’s nipples, bringing them into her mouth.
I had felt Sam’s hard nipples in my hand, even if it was through her shirt. Now I saw her naked breasts, topped with those perfect nipples.
Charlotte looked over at me and winked. She then went back to kissing down Sam’s chest. She went over and past her belly button. She was now resting between her legs.
As I leaned in for a closer look, I saw the Sam had just a cute little landing strip there. Something to lead the way down to her pleasure zone.
Charlotte paused and looked at me, giving little kisses to Sam’s pussy lips. I watched as her fingers spread those lips, showing off a perfect pink pussy.
Sam was wet with anticipation. Ready for sex of any kind. Charlotte was watching me as she leaned in and stuck her tongue out, licking those perfect pussy lips, pushing her tongue and fingers inside.
I was so wet, I couldn’t help myself. My hands found their way between my legs, and I was pressing them against my pussy. I wanted to touch myself. To really touch myself, but I was still too nervous.
It’s one thing to have sex with someone and for them to touch you, but for you to touch yourself, with them right there? That’s just too much, right?
Charlotte kept watching me. She reached out and took one of my hands and placed it on Sam’s breast closest to me. I was now touching her warm skin in my hand. The thing I had dreamt of for so many days and nights was there.
While Charlotte only put my hand there, it started to massage and play with her tits all on its own… on my own. But I wanted more. I wanted to know what it tasted like.
I moved in closer and bent down. With two fingers slowly pushing inside my own pussy, I opened my mouth and sucked on Sam’s nipple.
I nearly came as I felt her nakedness in my mouth. Sam actually did. I’m sure it was more Charlotte than me, but I wanted to think I was part of it.
Listening to her moan and gasp for air as she orgasmed, I jolted back, but Sam looked at me. Her eyes pleaded for me to continue. It was something I had never done before, and now I never wanted to stop.
So I leaned in again, and with one hand I felt one breast, and with my mouth I sucked on the other.
She was orgasming stronger now, and I moved up and kissed her. Her mouth screamed into mine as she came with me, and I got to be part of it.
As she came, I kept fingering myself as we kissed. It was so passionate. Way more passionate than I was used to, and I had my own little orgasm.
I didn’t even notice that Charlotte had stopped licking Sam’s pussy, and was now watching Sam and me make out... Or that Charlotte had put her hand on my ass as we did, slowly massaging my ass.
As I finished fingering myself, I broke my kiss with Sam. Our orgasms had both faded.
“Want to know what your friend tastes like?” Charlotte asked me as she leaned in and kissed me.
I felt her push her tongue into my mouth, and with it, I could taste Sam. I had always been too afraid to even taste myself, but this, this was different, and good. Yes, it was dirty, but a good type of dirty, I told myself.
As I broke the passionate kiss with someone I had only just met, I smiled shyly.
“Sam, do you want to taste your friend?”
Without waiting for an answer, Charlotte then took my fingers… my dirty fingers, and led them to Sam’s mouth, and I just let her figure out what to do.
Sam would know what I was doing, and I was helpless to stop her.
I was embarrassed and blushed as Sam not only tasted my fingers, but started to lick and suck on them.
“I told you she would be a good little participant,” Charlotte said to Sam.
Sam just smiled.
“But I think it would be better for you two to taste each other… directly.”
And with that, Charlotte showed me how to climb on top of Sam into a 69 position.
As Sam and I found out what we tasted like, Charlotte would play with one or both of us, fingering our pussies, stroking our hair, or some other effect.
I had never been fingered before, well, not by anyone but myself… but I liked it. A lot. The afternoon we learned a lot of new things about one another as well as ourselves.
Charlotte and Sam taught me a lot that day, and Sam and I explored a lot more on our own over the coming days and weeks.
We invited Charlotte to visit us sometimes as we played. A third wasn’t a crowd. Not for the three of us. And I was surprised when Charlotte asked if I wanted to come to her place, just the two of us.
I wasn’t sure about that, but after checking with Sam, she encouraged me to try. We weren’t in a relationship per se… for us, it was just sex, and it was sex all the time. And that time with Charlotte definitely opened my eyes to a lot of new things, and made me a better lover... or at least a kinkier lover. That is for sure.
