A First Time for Everything

I write as a form of therapy. This writing gets things out of my head so that I can go through the day without them.

Before you ask for it, yes, other characters will join soon. Right now it's new and the girls are just discovering their relationship. Be patient.

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The morning sun shone through the small windows of the converted garage bedroom. The atmosphere of the room hinted at the previous night's activities, the light scent of lavender mixed with the sweat and the tang of the young girls' pussies. Laura woke, stretching like a cat, blue eyes opened through tousled blond hair taking in the image before her. Kerri's head poked out of the other end of the bedding, dark hair cast in waves over a pillow. The girls stirred from the position they fell asleep in, legs tangled together, a testimony to the tender transcendence of the previous night.

Ray knocked on the door "Girls? Time for breakfast. Out of bed or I'm dragging you out," he mock-threatened in his naturally playful tone. Laura's body tensed to his words. She lifted the covers and looked down at her and Kerri's bodies, both nude, both covered in last night's sweat and dried juices smeared across their thighs. Kerri, waking slowly, looked up herself, "Shit."

Kerri's dad wouldn't have a problem with their newfound affections. His wife, Lacy, had, on occasion, spoken to them of her own sapphic experiences. Little did Laura know, Ray would have actually enjoyed the images of the two together, having recognized the lovely, sexual women they had become. What man wouldn't?

The knock returned, "Kerri, Laura, come on now. It's gonna get cold." The door eased open and Ray's head poked in, privately hoping to catch a glimpse, his eyes quickly scanning the room. He found the bed with a head at each end, one blonde, one black.

"What's this? The bed with two heads? Ha ha, bed heads..." Ray laughed at his privately entertaining dad joke.

Laura flushed at the idea of being naked in front of Ray, who had been like a father to her over the years of her friendship with Kerri. She quickly pulled the comforter closer around her chest with a squeak.

"Uumgh, morning dad..." Kerri groaned. Bold as brass, Kerri teased her dad by propping up on an elbow revealing some of her deep cleavage at the edge of the duvet. She knew how Ray sometimes looked at them, particularly Laura and as expected his eyes couldn't help but take in the bare shoulders of each girl. "Don't just barge into my room."

Ray chuckled softly taking in the scene without realizing the rest of the story hidden by the thankful bedspread. "Just hurry up. I have errands to run and your mom and I don't want you to sleep the day away." He closed the door, smiling at the giggling that drifted through as it clicked shut.

"Oh my god, that was close!" Laura whispered quickly as Kerri laughed. "He almost caught us!"

"So... he wouldn't have a problem with us. Mom's bi remember?"

"Yeah, but are we ready for everyone to know they were right about us after all?"

"Hmm... good point. Okay, we'll keep it quiet for now," Kerri agreed with Laura, unusual for her to agree to the more cautious route.

Laura sat up revealing her small breasts with perpetually hard nipples; Kerri licked her lips remembering her mouth on them. "No!" Laura, recognizing Kerri's desire, shook a finger. "We have to get up and get dressed now."

Kerri crawled across the bed, her with a supple litheness to her soft curves. "Ok, yeah, but just one thing before..." Her lips lightly brushed against Laura's. "I'm really glad we did that," she confessed, her lips then pressing harder into a lover's kiss between the two women.

Laura briefly returned the kiss, tongues bandying about, greeting each other again after a night of rest. "God, yes," she gasped when Kerri's lips released her as she jumped up to find clothes for the day.

For the next few minutes, clothes flew and quick pieces of conversation slid through the room. Kerri chose to forego a bra grabbing a tight green tank top that smoothed around her breasts and jean shorts that hugged her hips like Laura's hands had a few hours ago. Laura was a little more relaxed with a pair of khaki shorts and a loose white tee. They repeatedly glanced at each other, sharing looks of their secret that was so new and recent before them.

"Ready?" Kerri asked, her voice casual as she smoothed her hair.

Laura nodded, her heart still racing. "Yeah. Let's go."

The scent of coffee and bacon filled the air as they opened the door and stepped to the kitchen. Ray was cleaning up from his preparations for breakfast, flipping the last of the pancakes from the griddle to a plate. The sounds of placing dishes and the clinking of utensils filled the room, a comforting backdrop to the morning.

"Took you long enough," Ray said without turning around, his tone teasing. "Thought you two might've gotten lost in there."

Kerri rolled her eyes, her steps confident as she approached the table. "We were just... catching up," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo. Laura followed, her cheeks still warm as she took a seat beside Kerri. The table was set with plates of eggs, crispy bacon, and a pot of steaming coffee. The smell made her stomach growl, but her appetite was overshadowed by the thrill of their shared secret.

Ray turned, bringing the plate of pancakes to the table as his eyes met Laura's. She could feel him quickly taking in her figure and felt a blend of feelings, like a cozy warmth but mixed with a slight unease. She moved her glance to the table and distracted herself by dishing bacon, and pancakes on to her plate. As she poured syrup and Kerri mixed her coffee they conversed easily, Ray's good natured voice easing any uncomfortable feeling from the room. Though Laura couldn't help but wonder how much his glimpses took in or how often they occur.

Kerri's leg brushed Laura's under the table, reminding her of their legs gliding together last night. Laura stuttered mid sentence and her heart skipped a beat as the thoughts of the night caused a reaction in her body. She looked to Kerri who seemed to be completely unaware as she talked with Ray about the day's events. That is, until Laura felt Kerri's foot very intentionally stroke her calf. The current from Kerri's skin causing the excitement of their secret to course through Laura's legs straight to her moistening slit.

Laura's mind drifted back to the events of last night, while the laughter and chatter of conversation continued around her. She could still feel Kerri's lips softly against hers, her fingertips still felt the smooth warmth of skin. The thought that it had been both of their first times with anyone, let alone another woman made Laura's heart leap. She had been so nervous the night before but realized that with Kerri's confidence she had found a gentle partner.

As the meal wound down, Ray stood, his movements efficiently clearing the dishes. "Thanks for breakfast, Ray," Laura said, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her chest.

"Anytime, kid," he replied, his tone warm. "You two behave today, alright? I don't want to come home to a disaster."

Kerri smirked, and her eyes rolled with annoyance, "We'll try not to burn the place down."

Ray chuckled, his gaze softening as he looked at them. "Good. Now, mom and I've got some errands to run. Be back later."

As he left the room, Laura and Kerri shared a glance, their eyes speaking volumes. The silence between them was electric. Kerri's heart raced as she imagined the possibilities, the excitement of their growing connection bubbling just beneath the surface.

"So," she began, Kerri's voice laced with curiosity, "what else do you want to try?"

Laura's heart skipped a beat again. She hadn't expected the question, but it sent a thrill through her. They had only just started this new thing and Kerri was already pushing further, eager to explore. "What do you mean?" she asked, though she knew exactly what Kerri was getting at.

Kerri propped her elbows on the table, hands under her chin, looking at Laura with intensity. "You know, fantasies. Things we haven't done yet. I want to know what you're into, what you've always wanted to try."

The flush returned to rise through Laura's cheeks. Her and Kerri had been best friends for years, but their friendship had become something deeper, more intimate, over the last few weeks. All this had been leading to a climax last night. Or, rather, climaxes. Yet, there was still so much they didn't know about each other's desires. "I don't know," she said, her voice hesitant. "What about you?"

Kerri's smile grew bolder, and she leaned closer, her breath warm against Laura's ear. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

Laura laughed, a nervous giggle, but she felt a spark of excitement. "Okay, fine. But you go first."

Kerri's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Alright. I've always wanted to try sex in public. You know, being in the open, completely at the mercy of circumstances. The idea of being caught, or close to getting caught... it's a turn-on." She paused, her gaze searching Laura's face for a reaction.

Laura's breath caught. The image of Kerri open and vulnerable sent a jolt of desire through her. "Wow," she whispered. "I didn't know that."

"Your turn," Kerri prompted, her voice teasing.

Laura bit her lip, her mind racing. She'd never shared her fantasies with anyone before, but with Kerri, it felt safe, exciting. "I've kind of always wondered about bondage," she admitted, her voice low. "Like, being tied up. Being helpless and exposed gets me. Something with that kind of power dynamic."

Kerri's eyes widened, and she let out a soft laugh. "Really? That's hot. I can totally see you under some dominant roleplay."

Laura felt her cheeks heat up, but she smiled. "What about you? What role would you play?"

"Oh, I'd be the Dom," Kerri said without hesitation. "The one who gets to punish you for misbehaving."

Laura's heart raced at the image. "I'd definitely take your punishment," she murmured, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Kerri's smile turned seductive. "I'd make sure it was worth it."

Their eyes locked, and they fell silent, each aware of the electrifying moment between them. Laura felt her body stirring again and her nipples hardened against her light T-shirt. Her mind raced with the possibilities. The idea of being with Kerri in such a forbidden, exposed way sent a shiver down her spine. "That's... intense," she said, her voice trembling.

"But you like it," Kerri said, her tone confident. "I can tell."

"Alright, babe, let's get real," Kerri purred, her voice low and laced with a seductive edge. "We're dancing around this. Where in public would you actually want to get down and dirty? No holding back."

Kerri had always been bold, but to Laura this seemed different, more intriguing and more intimate. She considered as she raised her eyebrow in amusement; and stalled with a sip of her coffee, savoring the slight bitterness and the warmth sliding down her throat.

A sudden clink as she sat the mug down deliberately. "Ok, you want specifics now? Fine. Let's start with the pool table. You know, the one at Shawn's? I've always thought it'd be perfect for..."

"Ooh, I like that," Kerri interrupted, her grin widening as she leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "The felt would be so soft against your skin, imagine the possibilities. You, bent over the edge, my hands gripping your ass as I..."

Laura's cheeks flushed pink again and her nipples retained their hardness. In dismay she grabbed at a pen and notepad from the counter. "Alright, Miss Creative, let's make a list. Pool table... what else?"

Kerri raised her hand to start ticking off fingers, excitement lighting up her eyes and animating her voice more and more with each suggestion. "The kitchen counter. Right in the middle of the room here, where anyone could walk in and catch us. Or the washing machine, you know, while it's running. The vibrations would be insane, and you'd be..."

Laura burst into a soft, breathy laugh, her pen pausing mid-air. "The washing machine? Really? You're full of surprises, aren't you? But I have to admit, the thought of you pressing me against it, the hum of the machine adding to the rhythm of..."

"Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it," Kerri teased, her voice laced with a challenge. "And what about the shower? Or with the Jacuzzi tub. Steam everywhere, water running down your body, my hands sliding over your wet skin..."

"Stop, stop," Laura said, holding up a hand, though her laughter betrayed her amusement. "I'm writing as fast as I can. Shower, Jacuzzi tub... anything else?"

Kerri's grin turned wicked as she leaned back in her chair, her eyes glinting with mischief. "What about the top of a fire truck? You know, like, as it's driving. Wind blowing through your hair, sirens blaring in the background, and me..."

Laura's pen paused again, and she looked up, her blue eyes locking with Kerri's brown ones. "A fire truck? You've got to be kidding me. That's... absurd. And insanely hot. I'll write it down."

Longer and longer the list, one page after the next, some locations more sensible, or more ridiculous than others. Her parent's master bedroom, in an elevator, going through a car wash, even on the Video Dance game in the arcade. Kerri's idea flowed one after another as Laura wrote each down with neat and precise handwriting, an antithesis to the wildness of ideas being discussed.

Propositions began to slow; Laura held the notepad in her lap, her fingers tracing the edges of the paper as she met Kerri's gaze. The room felt smaller, packed full with their spoken desires and the promise of future adventures.

"So... what now?" Laura asked, her voice soft, almost hesitant. The playful banter had given way to something deeper, something that lingered just beneath the surface, a current of longing that neither of them could ignore.

Kerri's grin faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of raw intensity. "Now? Now we figure out which one we're going to tick off first. Unless... you're scared."

Laura's eyes narrowed playfully, but there was a spark in them, a challenge that mirrored Kerri's own. "Scared? Me? Please. I'm just making sure you're up for it. Some of these ideas are... ambitious." She was particularly eyeing the idea of doing it at the Carmike theater where Kerri worked under the mirrors behind the ticket counter, unsure how they could get away with that one.

Kerri's gaze didn't waver, her embrace of the more foolish options and desire to share them with Laura clear in her voice, "Ambitious, huh? Well, I've never been one to back down from a challenge. Especially when it involves you."

Laura's lips curved into a slow, seductive smile. "Good. Because I wouldn't want you to." She paused, her eyes flicking down to the list before meeting Kerri's once more. "So... where do we start?"

The question hung in the air, unanswered, as the two women sat in silence, the weight of reality now pressing down on them. Kerri's hand reached out, her fingers brushing Laura's as she leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "How about we start with the kitchen counter? Right here. Right now."

Laura gulped, her heart pounding in her chest as the tension in the room suddenly stretched taut like a rubber band ready to snap, waiting for a response. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she simply nodded, her eyes locked on Kerri's, the unspoken agreement easing the pressure and filling the room with a lightness and sudden provocation.

The moment stretched on, endless and euphoric, as the two women sat frozen, caught in the thrall of their own desire. The list lay forgotten on the table, while the real adventure waited as they stared into the space between them.

And then, as if by mutual consent, they both stood, their chairs scraping against the floor, the sound jarring in the suddenly charged silence. Kerri's hand reached out, her fingers curling around Laura's wrist, pulling her closer. The distance between them vanished in an instant, their bodies pressing together, the heat of their desire igniting like a flame.

Kerri's other hand slid up Laura's side, lifting her t shirt, her touch forceful yet tender that sent shivers down her spine. Laura gasped softly as Kerri's lips brushed against her ear, her breath warm and inviting. "The counter, remember?" Kerri murmured, her voice a husky whisper that sent a jolt of anticipation through Laura.

Without another word, Kerri led Laura firmly toward the kitchen counter, their movements clumsy and disjointed with the distraction of the enthusiastic embrace. Laura's back met the cold granite, the chill a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Kerri's body. Kerri pressed against her, their chests rising and falling in unison, the scent of Kerri's skin, a mix of sweat and lavender, filling Laura's senses.

"Dad just left, I hope he didn't forget anything," Kerri teased, her lips brushing Laura's jawline, her hands roaming down to grip her hips.

Laura's fingers tangled in Kerri's hair, pulling her closer. "Oh well, then he'll see you take me," she whispered, her voice slightly fearful but excited. "Right here. Right now."

Kerri's lips crashed down on hers, the kiss hungry and desperate, their tongues tangling in a dance. Laura moaned into the kiss, her body arching against Kerri's, the granite pressing into her back a constant reminder of where they were, of the forbidden location of this act.

Kerri's hands moved lower, sliding under Laura's shirt, her fingers tracing the curve of her waist before moving upward to cup her breasts. Laura gasped as Kerri's thumbs brushed her nipples, still hard and aching for attention. "So delightful," Kerri murmured against her lips, her voice a low growl that sent a spike of desire straight to Laura's rapidly moistening pussy.

Laura's hands moved to Kerri's shirt, her fingers fumbling with the hem as she tried to pull it off. Kerri stepped back just enough to let her, the fabric sliding tightly over her tits to reveal her ivory skin, her breasts full and inviting. Laura's gaze dropped to Kerri's cleavage, her mouth watering at the sight.

"Touch me," Kerri commanded, her voice firm yet laced with desire.

Laura didn't need to be told twice. Her hands reached out, cupping and lifting Kerri's breasts, fingers pinching the tight peaks. Kerri groaned, her head falling back as she savored the sensation. "Fuck, Laura, you have no idea... " she trailed off, her eyes closing as she leaned into Laura's touch.

Laura's lips curved into a smug smile as she leaned forward, her mouth capturing one of Kerri's nipples. She sucked gently at first, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, before increasing the pressure, tugging and pulling until Kerri was squirming against her. "You taste so good," Laura murmured, her voice muffled against Kerri's skin.

"Don't stop," Kerri pleaded, her hands gripping Laura's hips tightly. "Please, don't stop."

Laura switched her attention to the other breast, laving it with the same care and attention, her hands roaming over Kerri's chest, mapping every curve and dip. Kerri's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling.

"I want more," Laura whispered, her lips rising to brush Kerri's ear. "I want all of you."

Kerri's eyes flew open, her gaze locking with Laura's. "Then take it," she said, her voice hoarse with desire. "Take everything."

Laura spun the two around and Kerri's sharp intake of breath at the cold countertop on her bare back transformed to a squeal as Laura's hands grabbed her thick thighs and lifted her quickly up onto the end of the counter. Laura's hands moved higher, sliding up over Kerri's shorts, her fingers coming to trace and undo the hard brass button to her shorts. Laura hooked into Kerri's jean shorts, pulling them down over Kerri's knees and off.