Chapter 3

May 17, 2017 (Wednesday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

Mom took the past two days off, but not from work; no texts. Apparently, Dad can be attentive to her, yet with that attention not resulting in sex. Hmm.

Rhee’s birthday was good. The other members of our little clique – Aliyah (“Liya”) and Graciela (“Gracey”), who term themselves the “brown” half of our foursome – were there, and we spent much of the evening being loud. While Gracey is on the team (she’s our starting right fullback), Liya is not; she plays no sports. She’s a riot, with an absolutely wicked sense of humor. Rhee really liked the bracelet I gave her. I had it engraved with “RD and BW BFF” above “I love you.” I am looking forward to the end of school in nine days. That means sleepovers with more than just Rhee, who will be spending the night here this Friday. I have decided that I will tell her about the other present I want to give her. Just thinking about it gives me butterflies. I think it will not have negative consequences, but I cannot be sure. I am nervous.

May 20, 2017 (Saturday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

The relationship between Rhee and me changed a bit last night, to say the least. When we were younger, we partook of the usual childhood curiosities about bodies – I felt her developing breasts a couple times when my chest was still plank-like. I remember her breasts being “cool” and soft, yet firm. We also hugged each other in bed and would find after a night’s sleep one of us wrapped around the other. However, there were never any overtly sexual interactions, though I admit to considering such on multiple occasions in the past year or so.

Last night, Rhee and I wished my parents good night a bit after 10 pm, both of us hugging both of my parents (as per usual), and climbed the stairs to my room. We performed the typical pre-bed ablutions, stripped to our skin, and got in bed (me lying on my left side facing Rhee on her right), the bedside light still on. We chatted about inconsequential stuff for a bit, while I girded my loins, so to speak, to tell her about the other present I wished to give her for her birthday.

“Rhee, I’ve been thinking about something for quite a while. I want to give you another birthday present, but I’m concerned that you’d not want it.”

Rhee obviously caught on that I was truly nervous, so made no crack, instead responding, “Beth, I love you and cannot imagine not wanting or accepting a present from you. I assume that because you didn’t give it to me on Monday, it’s not a typical present.”

“Uh, yes, it’s not a typical present,” after which I hesitated, stammering.

“Just tell me.”

I inhaled deeply, looked down, and said, “Rhee, I’d like to try to give you an orgasm.”

I heard Rhee’s breath catch, but she did not say anything, so I looked into her eyes. I wasn’t sure what I was seeing in her dark eyes, but I had never seen it there, before. She continued to stare into me, her mind obviously awhirl, and I started to get a sick feeling in my stomach.

Then she exhaled, “Ohhh;” lunged toward me; rolled me onto my back; and planted her mouth on mine! A short while into the kiss, she opened her lips a bit and extended her tongue to my lips. I mimicked her actions, our arms wound around each other, and we kissed like long-lost lovers until we both needed air.

“Oh, Beth, I’d love to have sex with you, to make love with you. I’ve wanted that for a while but was too afraid I’d ruin our friendship.”

“Me, too!”

I rolled Rhee onto her back and attacked her lips with mine, and we began learning more about kissing. After a while, I moved my right hand to her left breast, which I fondled and squeezed while our tongues did battle. I broke the kiss and climbed on top of her, sat up straddling her hips, and put my hands on her breasts. I pinched both large nipples and Rhee let out a breathy “ahhh.” My mouth followed my hands, sucking on one of her nipples while one of my hands played with the other breast. I kissed between her breasts and then spread kisses up to her neck and to her left earlobe, which I nipped with my teeth. Rhee’s arms again wrapped around me, and she panted in my ear. I continued to string kisses ... from her ear, across her eyes to her other ear, back to her mouth, her chin, down her neck, and back to her breasts.

Rhee reached down my back and grabbed both of my ass cheeks, squeezing, rubbing. Despite the incredible feeling, I slowly scooched down her body, planting kisses all over her flat stomach, onto her sides, and down to her navel. I stuck my tongue into her innie and licked all around it. I continued kissing her body down to her trimmed-short patch of black hair above her pussy. At that point, I could smell her, and I inhaled deeply. As I was then between her spread legs, I moved down a short way and licked her slit from bottom to top.

“Ohhhh, YES,” Rhee moaned, and her hands moved to the back of my head. I split her pussy open with my tongue and licked upward again; she was very wet and tasted nice. I looked inside her, noticing the lack of a hymen, so inserted my right index finger into Rhee’s pussy and probed my tongue into the top of her slit, finding her clit.

Rhee squeaked, then moaned quite loudly (it is a good thing my parents’ room is in a very different part of the house!) and pulled my face farther into her crotch. I gently added my middle finger to my index finger in her pussy and began slowly sawing them in and out, while I flicked my tongue over her inflamed clit. As minutes passed, I got more and more practiced at what I was doing to Rhee, learning what she liked. [My only previous experience with a pussy was with mine, and I’d never gotten my mouth on it.]

After some time, Rhee began grunting, then held my head tightly to her pussy. I reached my left hand up and found her right breast and pinched that nipple while continuing to lick her clit. With that, she started giving out short squeals and humping her pussy up into my face. I could barely keep my tongue bathing her clit and my fingers moving in her pussy as her pelvis jerked up and down. It was only a couple more tens of seconds before she tipped over into orgasm, continuing her grunting squeals with only her head, shoulders, and heels maintaining contact with the bed.

A short time after her orgasm started, I ceased my fingers’ sawing, moved my tongue to her labia, and just gently licked them. Her butt slowly regained contact with the bed and her head lolled to her right, but she continued to whimper-moan for another minute or so, then seemed to cease all activity short of breathing, very deep breathing.

I felt spectacular, triumphant. I had made my best friend have a great orgasm. I did not expect it to be so good, or for it to occur so quickly. I can never get myself off anywhere near that quickly, though I cannot get my tongue on my clit. I had expected the process to take longer and for the result to be a minor orgasm, if I could even manage that much, what with my previous complete lack of experience. I was ecstatic!

After a few minutes, Rhee opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, “That sure is better when someone else does it. I love you. Thank you, so much, for the best birthday present ever!”

I felt that my head would split in twain, I was grinning so widely.

Rhee moved a hand in a vaguely come-here gesture and then reinforced that gesture.

“Come up here.”

I crawled up, lying back on my left side, my head right in front of hers, my eyes staring into hers, my arm hooked around her hip, with my hand rubbing her lower back and ass. Rhee leaned her head forward and gently kissed me, but with her eyes boring into mine, her left hand fondling my right breast.

“That ... was ... incredible,” she said after ending the kiss. “I’ve never ... orgasmed so quickly, and never as powerfully. Thank you.”