In which childhood friends turn into first girlfriends and one of has a particular fetish.

It was in the summer before we started freshman year of high school. My best friend Grace and I had been inseparable since first grade when she shared her extra juice box with me on the first day of school. We would spend our Seattle summers with our pinkie fingers linked walking down to the corner store to get popsicles. At night we had a standing sleepover date that would alternate between her house one week and mine the next. At night we’d giggle under the covers of our sleeping bags and tell each other made up stories that sometimes made me laugh so hard I cried. Grace was a few months older than me and had shoulder length blond hair that she would tuck behind her ears. Her large blue eyes were framed by long dark eyelashes and she had a distinctively coy mouth that would curl into a half smile when she thought of doing something mischievous. I thought she was the most beautiful girl in school and I felt so lucky to be her friend. I tried not to notice, but over the summer Grace’s breasts had come into what I guessed was a C and her long legs looked so elegant and strong in the summer sun. I, on the other hand, was a bit small for my age, but that was to be expected given my mixed-Japanese American background. I had long, black hair to my mid-back and large brown eyes. Freckles were scattered across my fair skin on my nose bridge and shoulders from our days spent by the pool. My breasts were also beginning to come in, but from what I judged by looking at my mom, they were sure to top out at a B and were only soft buds at the moment. I was, however, blessed with a small waist that highlighted my wide hips and round ass. Grace would often look at my butt at the pool and sigh in what I thought was feigned jealousy.

Something strange started to happen about a month before the end of summer break though. Grace was acting unusual and I caught her looking at me when we changed clothes at the pool or when we were getting ready for bed during our sleepovers. I felt self-conscious about my small breasts..Maybe she’s thinking I’m too much of a baby to be her friend. She also would look at my ass and I thought…Surely she’s not jealous, she’s got an amazing figure. I thought there would be so many boys in our grade who would be nuts for her when we got back to school after seeing her breasts. I would sometimes think about what it might be like to have breasts like hers…or even touch her breasts…what would that feel like? I tried to block it out of my thoughts. It was hard to do though because she kept touching me in small and unfamiliar ways. When we went to the pool Grace would insist that I undo my swim top and lay face down down so she could put sunscreen on me. “Come on, this is how the women do it in the movies. You look so glamorous like that.” She’d rub the lotion on my back and legs, but every so often I felt her fingers graze against the sides of my breasts or just inside the fabric of my swim bottoms. One time, she kissed my ear quickly before she tied up my swim top and hopped off into the pool. Each time she did something like that it made me feel a bit hot and flustered. I wanted her to touch me more, but that sounded weird in my head. My stomach did a little flip when we’d hold hands and she’d rub little circles on the back of my hand with her thumb.

One night when we were over at her house we zipped our sleeping bags together as usual and commenced our usual giggles and gossip. Suddenly, Grace got really quiet. In a shuddered voice she said, “Yumi, so…you know we’re best friends right?”
“Yeah, like the bestest friends in the world!” I laughed.
“But like…what if we were more than friends?” Under the flashlight I could feel her blue eyes looking at me questioningly. I grew silent…What does she mean? We’ve talked about boys before, she couldn’t be — “Yumi, I like girls. But, not like any girls… I like YOU.”
“What do you mean, me?” I feigned stupidity. I knew what she was saying, but I was buying time. Was all this weird behavior from Grace because she had a crush on me? How did I feel about this?
“Like… Yumi, I love you. I’ve loved you for years now, I just want you to feel the same way! I can’t hold it in anymore.” Grace wriggled closer to me, I could feel her face near mine. Her lips brushed mine.
“I do. I love you too Grace.” I had finally said it. She knew my secret. This was the one thing I hadn’t told her in all our years of friendship. She kissed me. She pushed her mouth onto mine so quickly I didn’t have time to realize. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her body against mine. I felt her breasts against my small buds, only separated by our oversized sleeping t-shirts. Grace’s hands slipped into my panties and massaged at my ass. Her tongue entered my mouth and found mine. She sucked at my tongue and slowly pulled off. I felt so overwhelmed and couldn’t help but giggle.

“Do you feel better now?” I laughed.
“Haha, yeah I do. I was so worried, I didn’t know what you’d say. Mmm…” she kissed me again, “so, are you my girlfriend now?”
“I guess so.”
“I want to do something. I’ve been waiting for a long time…just trust me ok?”

Grace unzipped the sleeping bag so we could move around more. She pushed up my t-shirt and ran her fingers over me, surveying her prize. She had won my heart and I was so love drunk, she could do whatever she wanted to me. She touched my puffy nipples, examining my form. She felt my small waist and my smooth skin. When she got to my panties, she touched the large wet patch between my legs that had been brought on by the heavy petting and did her signature half smile. She rubbed over my wet panties for a bit while I suppressed my moans. God, I wanted her to touch me so badly. I squirmed and kicked my feet a little. I had touched myself alone before, but this was so different. My best friend – my girlfriend between my legs. Her blond hair tucked behind her ears and her smile on her lips, she was so beautiful and she wanted me. She pulled off my panties and when I thought she would touch my pussy, she told me to flip over. “Yumi, I want you to lay on your stomach. I want to see that gorgeous ass of yours.”

I did as she told me. Grace massaged my ass, rubbing it and spreading my cheeks – I was brought out of the moment, “Hey, um, this is kinda embarrassing…”
“Shhh” She kissed me, “Trust me, you’re mine now remember.”
I laid my head back down and tried to relax. This is what girlfriends do right? Trust each other. I trust Grace. I love Grace. I felt her spread my cheeks again, her thumbs creeping closer to my asshole. “Yumi, I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.” Grace’s thumb gently rubbed my asshole, I felt her lean forward and kiss it. Something about her lips sweetly kissing my dirtiest spot felt so hot. My pussy ached for attention, but I wanted to see where this was going. Grace kissed my asshole a couple more times then extended her tongue and licked me. Her tongue circled the outside of my hole and then pushed into its center. She probed my asshole with her tongue, flicking and pushing deeper as I relaxed. By now my eyes were closed and I didn’t make an effort to quiet my moans. Her hot tongue felt so good on my ass, I had no idea I would enjoy something so dirty. I reached back to pull my cheeks apart, wanting more. I wanted Grace’s tongue deep inside me. I felt like a little whore for the first time and I liked it. Though my pussy continued to leak down my thighs and into the sleeping bag, I had long forgotten about wanting Grace to touch me there. Every time I thought she was nearly through, Grace’s tongue pushed deeper inside my asshole, bringing me closer to orgasm. Finally I reached my breaking point. I reached back pulling her face into my ass relishing in the feeling of her tongue inside me, experiencing my first orgasm with her. Grace kissed my asshole one last time and lapped at my pussy juices coating my inner thighs, then crawled up to me. She laid her hand on my ass, her finger still playing coyly with my hole.

She kissed me deeply, “You were amazing Yumi.” With half lidded eyes, I replied,”Me? I didn’t do anything, you did all the work haha.”
“Well, maybe tonight. But I have a lot of ‘work’ on my mind I want you to do. You’re mine now. It’ll be fun, trust me.”