Chapter 1: Fun With My Friend Sam

Almost six years ago I was in bed with my little four pound Yorkie who for whatever reason became fascinated with what was between my legs so out of curiosity I let her investigate. As it turned out, she had quite the talented tongue and she was even able to make me cum. Like many things I’ve done on the spur of the moment, I chalked it up to being just an experiment, a ONE-time experience which I would NEVER ever do again. Thanks to the internet I’ve seen a few clips of girls having sex with dogs and even horses but for me the very thought of having sex with an animal has always been somewhat repulsive to me. It’s always seemed to be the sort of perversion only abused girls in poor quality foreign porn movies did. The idea that I would ever even TOUCH a dog’s dick, let alone suck one or be fucked by one, wasn’t even something I fantasized about which tells you how much it repulsed me.

Samantha (knows more as Sam) was one of those friends I include in my short list of close friends. We’d grown up together and while I’d watched her masturbate during some of our slumber parties, it was no different than any of my other friends since we all eventually did it. We never actually touched one another even though it became fairly public knowledge that Sam was an avowed lesbian. So far as I knew she’d never even had sex with a guy even though she was the same age as me - twenty one. Sam was beautiful and she still teased and flirted with guys but it was more out of cruel sport so far as she was concerned. She had an incredible figure and enjoyed showing it off, even if she had no interest in guys beyond that. Although I’m legally bi, my primary preference is guys. As such I’ve never made a show out of being attracted to girls and so Samantha and I remained good friends but in a totally platonic manner.

It was the middle of my summer break and the newness of being home and away from the stress of school was wearing off. My best friend Beth had been trying to get me to go with her to one of her sex parties like the ones I’d attended in previous summers but for some reason they just didn’t appeal to me at the moment. Even though I was horny as hell the idea of having meaningless sex with some nameless stranger just so he could get off in the hope that I would as well just wasn’t working for me. In any case I was getting plenty of what i needed from my dad, not to mention the occasional fuck from my uncle and cousin, but it incest really isn’t the same as getting laid by a guy outside the family. Yeah, I loved fucking them but I also craved the thrill of a new conquest and the accompanying new cock.

It just happened that I was masturbating on my bed when Sam called me. OK, so the odds of that weren’t all THAT low. Of course I didn’t tell her what I was doing and kept playing with myself as we talked. What can I say? God I was so horny I couldn’t stand it! We were just gossiping about who was doing what with who and so on but as I toyed with my wet clit I found myself thinking about Sam and wondering what she looked like as we talked. Then I wondered if she was doing the same thing as me - playing with herself as well and just not telling me. Was she thinking about sex with me? After all, SHE was the avowed lesbian and I knew she was attracted to me. As we talked I found myself thinking more about how her pussy smelled, how it would taste, how her mouth would feel between my legs. It wasn’t long before I felt my orgasm rising and a soft moan escaped I came.

“Ummmmm Kelly ... Ground Control to Kelly?” I heard Sam calling to me over the phone, “Are you still there? Wait ... What the hell ARE you doing girl?”

The urgency in her voice shocked me out of my trance. Shaking my head to clear it, I realized that I really had no idea what she’d just said and so I wondered how long I’d been phased out while my orgasm was at its peak.

“Sorry Sam,” I said laughing a little, “What did you say?”

Sam laughed over the phone, “Ohhhhhhhhh, I get it now ... Why didn’t you tell me you were getting yourself off? Go girl!”

“Sammmm!” I exclaimed over the phone, pretending to be embarrassed.

Sam just laughed even harder. “Hell, if you’re THAT horny girl you definitely need to get it out.” She paused for a second and then asked, “Hey, you want to spend the night at my place? We can relive some of our old pajama party nights ... if you know what I mean.”

I grinned to myself as I knew EXACTLY what she meant! What the heck? Masturbating with Sam had to be better than doing it alone and who knows, maybe we might do something else. As horny as I still was, the idea of sex with Sam was getting me even hornier. We agreed to a time and after we hung up I masturbated for over an hour afterwards, dreaming of sex with Sam and how it would be our first time together. Little did I know at the time what I was getting myself into!

My mom was working a double shift and as usual, my dad was working late so I just left them a note on the kitchen table telling them where I was. I arrived at Sam’s house at about 8:00 that night and she greeted me at the door. Sam’s parents had money - a LOT more than even mine. She had decided not to go to college and instead was working for her Dad. Rather than move out into her own apartment, she still lived at home but had moved into a basement apartment in their huge house so she had some privacy (as did her parents). It had a small kitchenette and bathroom plus a living area and bedroom so it was perfect for the single girl. As I entered I was unexpectedly greeted by someone else - a big golden retriever.

“Down Sandy!” Sam ordered as the dog tried jumping up on us. It didn’t bother me as I could tell he just wanted attention from the way his tail was wagging fiercely as he nuzzled up against us. “Sorry, forgot to warn you about him. My parental units said I had to keep him down here.”

Sam hugged Sandy around the neck and he rolled over on his back. She rubbed his belly which he obviously loved. I couldn’t help but notice his cock, or at least what I could see beneath all the hair. My little Yorkie’s a girl so when I rubbed her belly I didn’t have to worry about where my hand was wandering - not so with Sandy!

Sam asked me if I wanted a beer or wine which I politely declined. I HATE beer and only drink wine on special occasions. It’s not a moral issue or anything, I just don’t really enjoy the taste. Fortunately she had my favorite - Diet Coke. We sat at the table and picked up our conversation where we’d left off on the phone - minus the references to masturbation.

“Hey, do you like porn Kelly?” Sam asked. The question was like totally out of the blue and for a second I hesitated, not sure how to respond.

“Uhhhhh, well not especially,” I finally managed to get out, “It always seems so ... just so fake to me.”

“Yeah, I agree,” Sam replied, “But the girl-girl stuff is way better I think.” She looked at me with a nasty grin on her face and said, “Wanna watch some with me?”

At this point what could I say so I shrugged and went along with her. My dad enjoyed watching lesbian sex and so I’d had seen quite a bit of it as a result at home but it had never held any special fascination for me. About the only part about it I liked was it never failed to get him hard and horny and usually that meant fun for me! I followed her to the bedroom where she had as small twin bed but a massive large screen TV. She opened a cabinet and I saw it was full of various DVDs, most of which were labeled such that I knew her collection was largely dominated by lesbian porn. I also noted that there were quite a few that seemed to refer to animal sex as well but I just ignored those, figuring everyone has their fetishes and Sam was no different.