Robyn and Heather were best friends in High School. They listened to the same music, traded clothes with each other, and took as many classes together as possible. They had both come from smaller towns, and when their respective families moved to the city and enrolled them at the Gambles Oaks Academy, they instantly connected and became inseparable allies.
Heather was one of the star athletes of the academy. WIth her long legs, and trim body, she was a fast runner, a strong swimmer, a high jumper. She seemed to excel at all sports, and her easy-going humble personality made her well-liked, although never one of the "popular" girls.
Robyn was the shy girl, publicly. She didn't go out for sports, but rather did music instead. Her afternoons were filled with voice and piano lessons, while Heather went to sports. Still, Robyn was the leader of the two. If she wore Converse tennis shoes, so did Heather. If she liked David Bowie when no one else in school had even heard of him, so did Heather. If Robyn boasted that she slept in the nude, Heather claimed that she did, too.
Neither had a boyfriend, and neither had much experience beyond "second base" but somehow Robyn had assumed the role of the experienced mentor. She talked with Heather as if the gossip she'd overheard and the articles she'd read were coming from her own wellspring of personal experience. Sometimes the girls most insecure are the ones who try to claim this position. When Robyn and Heather were hanging out at home, she not only bragged about a new purchase from Victoria's Secret, but modeled it for Heather. She spun around in her thong, as if she'd invented thongs. "You really have to get one," she said. "They're so sexy."
Heather agreed. She'd get one right away.
Physically. the girls were similar--from a distance they looked a lot like sisters. Heather was the taller one, by several inches. She was 5'11" and lean, with broad swimmer's shoulders, and small breasts. It was a body built perfectly for athletics, but not as appreciated by the guys her age. She had straight, dark brown hair. Robyn was also tall, about 5'8", but her body was softer, with more curves. Her breasts filled in a C cup while Heather's left room even in an A cup. She never rubbed it in, but she was never restrained about changing in front of Heather, or watching movies in their bra and panties or showing off her latest piece of lingerie. Her hair was lighter born, almost reddish, that curled naturally on rainy days.
Heather's parents were older, the classic stoic farm type, while Robyn's parents were classic liberal types--not former hippies, but the kind of parents who gave Robyn sex ed books at an early age, who listened to public radio, who voted liberal who read harpers, who composted their produce for the garden. When Robyn's family had gone on vacation to Mexico, they let her order margaritas at meals. So of course Robyn was now an expert in cocktails. When her parents went out of town one weekend, they let her and Heather have the house alone. "I guess you girls are old enough to look after yourselves," said her parents. "You'll be off to college in a year, and you better start learning to be adults."
"We can be adults," they promised.
"Ok," said her parents. "One rule: No boys."
"No boys," the girls agreed.
As soon as the parents were gone, the girls wasted no time heading to the kitchen and mixing margaritas. They laid out in the back yard while the sun was still warm. Robyn of course brought out the tanning lotion and stripped off her top. "Let's go European," she said. (She had never, actually, been to Europe.) But Heather agreed and both girls tanned topless for a while. When they got good and sweaty and buzzed from the margaritas, they went inside. Still topless, Robyn walked straight to the bathroom, she turned around and nodded for Heather to follow. "Let's jump in," said Robyn. "We can squeeze." Robyn turned on the water and stepped in.
Heather felt she had no option but to follow Robyn's lead. It wasn't a big deal--she'd been on swim team, and showering in or out of suits was practically part of the daily swim season. But she had never been in a small, private shower with a girl. Never so close physically, or emotionally as she had with Robyn. There was not much room with both of them in the small shower and as they passed each other to take turns under the spray, the nipples of one girl would graze the back of the other. Elbows and knees bumped. After they rinsed, Robyn casually wiggled out of her bikini bottom, wrung it out under the spray, and squeezed past heather, naked, to hang her suit on the curtain rod to dry. So Heather slipped out of her bikini bottoms.
Robyn lathered herself with soap, then lathered Heather's back. They rinsed and toweled off. Stepping back into the master bedroom, it was now dark outside. Robyn suggested a movie and both girls climbed into bed, still nude. Afterwards, they lay in bed and gossiped. Talk soon turned to sex. Talk of sex was more about what they hadn't done than what they had. Robyn claimed she had tried oral sex and that her last boyfriend had performed it on her. She bragged about how incredible it felt. Heather admitted that she'd never felt the sensation before, but wanted to. "I can show you," Robyn offered, point blank.
Heather thought about it. She was uncomfortable, but curious. She didn't think she was a lesbian. She didn't think Robyn was a lesbian. She didn't think just feeling it once would make her a lesbian--and she REALLY wanted to feel. Ever since she'd discovered the joy of masturbation, she'd fantasized about feeling kisses between her legs. She trusted Robyn. She was already naked in bed, and they were best friends, so, she figured, if she was going to have a first, who better to share that with than Robyn?
Robyn moved down in the bed. Heather parted her legs. Robyn began to slowly, delicately touching Heather. She let her finger trace the lines of her lips. Heather quivered. She was becoming wet. Robyn moved her face closer, breathing warm air on Heather's moist skin. Heather shivered again. What Robyn wasn't saying was that this was a first for her, and she was nervous. But she moved as if she was experienced. She leaned forward, toungue extended, and tasted her first taste of female nectar. Heather moaned.
Soon, Robyn was caressing and exploring Heather's pussy with her tongue. Heather was reeling on the bed, moaning in response. Heather reached for Robyn, and her hand moved between Robyn's legs, and she began to caress her friend, trying to give some of the pleasure she was experiencing.
Both girls each experienced their first orgasms from another girl. Then they curled up and slept together and made breakfast. The entire weekend was one of exploration. They suntanned and showered and kissed each other in the shower and even tasted each other. Heather even surprised Robyn by going down on her in the shower. As Robyn stood, Heather had her prop a leg up on the shower soap shelf. She knelt before Robyn and licked her, and inserted a finger into her. She tongued and fingered Robyn to a shuttering orgasm. Naturally physically coordinated, she had caught up fast, and was now a skillful, aggressive lover.
All shyness had dissipated and the girls explored each other's bodies and their own, discovering unknown pleasures and sensations. It was unclear who was now more experienced, and who was following the lead. When Robyn's parent's returned, they found the house in perfect shape, the girls giddy, tanned, and beaming. "Did you have a nice weekend?" they asked.
The girls glanced at each other and tried to suppress their giggles. "We acted just like adults," said Robyn. Heather poked her in the ribs.
"I'm glad you girls had an adult weekend," said her mom. "It's good for you."
The girls nearly lost it, but maintained a straight face. If Robyn's parents had any idea how "adult" their weekend was.
"No boys, right?" asked her father, sternly.
"No boys," they promised.
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