My Best Friend, Claire: My First Lesbian Experience

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My Best Friend, Claire: My First Lesbian Experience
Helen and Claire are best buddies, sharing everything in their lives, even an ex-husband. But why is Claire getting so much fun from her ex-husband when Helen found him very disappointing in bed? Why is he suddenly an expert at cunnilingus when Helen could barely find an orgasm with him ? When she asks her BFF for advice, the outgoing and horny Claire gives her so much more. She shows her exactly how to get the very best from a woman’s body, using every trick at her disposal.

Warning: This ebook contains very explicit sex including First Time Lesbian Sex, Lesbian Seduction, Sex with a Friend, and more. Only mature adults who won’t find graphic sexual content offensive should read this story.

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“Um… taking my clothes off? We’re… like…”
“Best friends? The sort of buddies who would do anything and everything to help each other?”
“Yeah, sure. But this is… it’s so…”
“Intimate?” When I nodded she laughed. “Nah. Show me your bits, woman. I’ve shown you mine.” She drained her glass and reached for the bottle again. After she’d refilled her glass she wiggled the bottle.
“Drink up. You need a refill.”
“Claire, I really don’t think we—”
“Nonsense. Take them off, or I’ll hog tie you and take them off for you.” She drank from her glass, set it down and reached for the button on my jeans.
“Ohhh…” I groaned fearfully. She smiled determinedly as she unzipped me, as if she was my mother and she was going to get me into my pajamas, no matter how much I protested. Resigned, I lifted my butt from the sofa and she pulled off the jeans, folding them before laying them aside. A moment later, she was sliding my panties down. I kept telling myself this wasn’t sexual. She wasn’t trying to seduce me. I still had my top half covered.
No, this would be more like an examination by a nurse, although a slightly drunken nurse. I jammed my face into my glass as Claire knelt between my legs. My cheeks burned at the knowledge she was gazing at my intimate girly parts. My best friend, the person I’d had coffee and cakes with, was looking right at my pussy.
“Okay, so…” she began as if we were choosing a new car. I tensed as her fingers touched the sensitive skin close to my lips. “When you masturbate, where do you touch first?”
“Um…” I reached down, preferring to show her, rather than use words like ‘lips’ and ‘clit.’ I stroked the tip of my finger from the bottom of my lips up to the small dimple at the top.
“So you’d stroke yourself and get yourself wet that way?”
“Uh-huh.”
“So why didn’t you get Charlie to do the same thing? If it turns you on and gets you wet, why not have him copy what you do?”
“Um… because I kind of assumed he knew what he was doing. He went down there and got busy. I didn’t question him.”

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