Sarah and Rachel

Rachel, my girlfriend, was always jealous of my best friend Sarah. Rachel knew that Sarah usually dated other girls, but also that Sarah wasn't strictly gay. Definitely bisexual, Sarah had had several boyfriends in high school and college. 

I met Sarah in grad school. She lived in an apartment by herself and her fat cat. I started coming over to study for tests and get help on papers. She was a really great writer. She always had the heat turned way up, because she was from California, and found living north far too cold. She also loved to drink whiskey, particularly Bushmills. Related to both the heat and the Bushmills, she usually wore just a tank top and boy's boxer shorts in her apartment. 

Rachel was in another state then (I'd moved away for grad school and she was finishing undergrad.) Sarah had broken up from some long-term relationship. So we were both alone at nights. It was inevitable that the late nights, whiskey, and skimpy clothing would eventually lead to us having sex. 

We both knew I was cheating, but it didn't feel wrong. We were great friends and the sex felt a natural extension of that friendship. It was definitely physical, and the only emotional level was just the enjoyment of being together. There was no jealously or possession. Sarah knew Rachel would move out to be with me. And she knew when that happened, I'd be back with Rachel. 

When Rachel did move out, she sensed something between Sarah and I. She seemed jealous, because Sarah was tall (Rachel was short), Sarah had large breasts (Rachel was A cup), Sarah was a beautiful writer who could connect to me as an artist (Rachel felt like an outsider).  But for all the reasons Rachel was jealous of Sarah, she was also attracted to her. She could see why Sarah and I had become such good friends. She even confessed to me one night that she thought Sarah was pretty sexy and that she'd had some fantasies about her. This of course turned me on, and we had amazing sex that evening, perhaps both thinking of Sarah. 

Hearing Rachel talk about being with another woman was a huge turn-on for me, and when she was specifically talking about Sarah, it was even hotter. It became a form of foreplay for us, talking about what Sarah would do to her. 

I knew, and perhaps Rachel knew, and maybe even Sarah knew, that our relationship could only go one of two ways. Rachel had guessed that Sarah and I had already been intimate. She could have broken up with me, or stayed with me, but insisted that I stay clear of Sarah. Sarah could have become the home wrecker. Or, she could embrace it. 

Sarah must have known this, too, because she invited both of us over for dinner to her apartment. She cooked us a great meal and poured wine. She and Rachel talked easily and seemed to laugh a lot. After dinner we all sat in her tiny apartment living room and drank more and listened to records. Then we watched the movie Frida, which probably was carefully selected, because not only was Frida one of Rachel's favorite painters, but also a bisexual. the film featured a couple sexy girl-girl scenes. 

After the movie, we were all pretty drunk. Sarah started some silly game, where we answered questions about things we've never done, where you drew a card and then had to answer truthfully if you've done it or not. If you haven't, you said, for example, "I've never made love in a car" or you had to tell the story of when you did. A fantastic game when drunk and sexual sparks are flying. 

Every card seemed to draw really sexy stories. And it wasn't long before Rachel drew a card that said "last thing you've fantasized about while masturbating." She blushed. She admitted that she'd never had a woman lick her between her legs, but that it was her number-one fantasy while masturbating. 

"You never have," asked Sarah, softly, almost sympathetically. She looked at Rachel with earnest eyes and said quietly and simply, "would you like to?"

Rachel just nodded. I think she was probably too scared inside to find words. I knew she wanted it and was pretending to be cool about it.  Sarah didn't rush, she just moved closer to Rachel and touched her hair, and then whispered something to her in her ear. Rachel lay back on the carpet, and Sarah, still not rushing, traced her hand over Rachel's clothes, and then slowly undressed her, without word, just calm and relaxed. When rachel was naked and on her back, eyes closed, Sarah moved down between her legs.  Her face was only a few inches from Rachel's trimmed hair. She could feel the warmth of Sarah near her and her breathing. Sarah asked, "Are you ready?" And Rachel nodded. Sarah gently lowered her mouth to Rachel, and with her tongue, made one smooth long lick up Rachel's folds, giving Rachel the very first experience of another woman. Sarah licked again and rolled her tongue over Rachel's clit, which had become swollen. Rachel sighed, her eyes closed and her mouth smiling. She was loving it.