Chapter 2

I’m a fucking slut, I can’t control myself. That’s what I kept telling myself to punish me. It’s always been hard for me to make new friends, Claire was super nice to me and right when she takes me to introduce me to a cool guy, I get wasted and fuck him right in front of her. I really am a bitch, I should just become a hooker, at least my money problems would be solved.
The guy, poor thing, called me and texted me all week trying to chat but I’m so embarrassed I can’t even talk to him. Claire said she’d talk to him to find out what he thinks, but that he was a nice guy and I shouldn’t be thinking anything bad. I didn’t want to see either of them anytime soon but I’d promised Claire I’d stop by her place to help her shave, I’m an esthetician and I was gonna help before she accidentally ripped off two pounds of pussy with the wax.
Fuck it, I mustered up some courage, grabbed my stuff and headed over to Claire’s on a Friday night, “What’s up, slut!” I said, slapping her on the pussy.

“How’s the bush?” I finished the joke. She greeted me politely like always, but I knew she was judging me inside, she had this fake smile on her face.

“You slut!” she yelled at me laughing. I love my friend.
We chatted a bit, had some drinks and I heated up the wax. In the bedroom she was walking around shamelessly in just a tank top, flip-flops and no panties. I took a good look. “Does she know I like girls too?” I thought to myself. Claire didn’t seem to mind me checking out her body but she asked:

“What are you looking at, slut?” she asked, trying to be as offensive as she could.

“I’m looking at the work this jungle’s gonna give me,” I replied laughing, hiding the real reason.

She really hadn’t shaved in a while.
I stayed there chatting with her, told her to get on all fours so I could get every hair, and watched the woman curse every swear word in the book with each pull. Claire’s a wimp, I have clients who don’t even sigh when I pull the wax.

“If you’re shaving it all like this, it’s ‘cause you’re having a party, who’s the lucky guy?” I asked curiously. “So, I’m going over to his place tomorrow with the excuse to talk about you!” she said with the face of someone plotting a crime. I fell back at that moment not believing she’d actually do it, I was really speechless.

“Crazy!” I exclaimed to her.

She didn’t give a damn and we kept laughing, I remembered I hadn’t finished the job, and I wrapped up with a moisturizer and emollient to keep everything hydrated and no itching the next day. We kept chatting right there on the bed. She didn’t bother putting on panties. I didn’t mind, it was normal. The conversation shifted but Claire always came back to the same topic from last week, it seemed like she wanted to say something but didn’t have the guts.

“Claire, my friend, seriously now, what do you wanna say and you’re beating around the bush about?” I asked friendly, giving her space to open up.
She squirmed to answer, she was red, seemed nervous.

“So, I was thinking, what if I’d gone in there in the middle, do you think we would’ve hooked up too?” she asked all at once like she was relieving a heavy load.

“Look, friend, I think yeah, I hook up with girls easy, I’d totally hook up with you!” I answered straight up and realized I’d said something stupid ‘cause she went completely cold and silent. I didn’t know what to say and I sat there with a desperate smile on my face looking at her. An eternity later she spoke:

“I’ve never hooked up with a girl or really wanted to, but I kept thinking about it all week…” she said hesitantly.
”Uh… Friend, that’s normal. No big deal. You’re not gonna drive a truck just ‘cause you thought about it…” I tried to joke about the situation but she was still tense.

“What’s up? Spit it out, damn it!” I asked impatiently, I felt like she was uncomfortable with me, but she’d just been on all fours all spread out and that thought didn’t make sense. She was looking at me speechless, blank expression, her lower lip tucked behind her teeth that were biting it…

“Claire, I’m gonna ask once, okay? Do you wanna hook up with me? Is that it?” I asked solemnly.

“Uh-huh,” she made an approval sound with her eyes down and added “But I don’t know if I can actually do everything, you know?” she added embarrassed.
I gave a smile and cleared the stuff off the bed that was between us while she watched me, I sat next to her and ran my hand through her hair and looked into her eyes.

“What’s up?” she asked nervous. Then I kissed her. Her kiss was sweet, I gathered my hair while we did and we lay down cuddled up together. Her kiss was hot and nice, Claire had a small soft mouth. She sometimes opened her eyes to look at me while kissing and when I asked if everything was okay she’d nod yes. Weird to say but there was no lust in her, it was strange, she was passive to my touches without much excitement. “Wanna fuck, Claire?” I asked that to confirm my doubts.

“No, but I wanna try two things…” she answered, pulling up my shirt and taking off my bra. I wasn’t getting it. I gave in, to see where this was going. She went straight down to my tits and started massaging them. Her touch wasn’t for pleasure, it was something clinical, it felt good but she didn’t seem that turned on. Without asking she went down and sucked on my tits.

“Okay, that’s good! Keep going and don’t stop!” I ordered.

She spent some time on my tits, I love when they suck on them right, girls do it better than guys and she took a good while at it.
When she finished with them she sat up on the bed with an embarrassed look and I asked: “Tired already, you hetero?”

I wasn’t getting it but I was liking it! I laughed as I said it.

That experiment she seemed to be doing was weird but for me it was turning into a fetish, I was sure she was just experimenting to see, I thought it was crazy but I kept going, I confess it was getting me horny. Claire had her hands on her face covering it now sitting next to me.

“Blahblahblah?” That’s what I heard from her attempt to say something behind her hands, I yanked her hands off her face.

“What did you say?” I asked giving her an ultimatum.

“Can I eat you out a little?” she asked smiling embarrassed.
I ripped off my jeans right then, so she’d take that as a yes.

“If I can’t do it you won’t get mad, okay?” she said scared as she got into position. That gave me a heat I don’t know when I’d felt anything like it in my life, I spread my legs and she went down, I felt her breath on my crack, she chickened out twice to start.

“Eat it, damn it!” I ordered desperate. She ran her hands caressing my pubes and I tensed up inside.
I watched what she was doing. She sniffed me twice, ran her fingers all over the area, took her wet fingers to her mouth, it was like she’d never seen a pussy and just discovered one. Her tongue came shy followed by kisses that barely registered.

“They say girls eat pussy better than guys, is that true?” she asked seeming like she wanted to quit the task.

“Fuck, girl after I eat you out you’ll know, eat me for God’s sake, if you don’t eat me I’m gonna sit on your face.” I answered mad, intimidating her. She laughed at me and obeyed.
She had the kind of sucking I like best, I call it cow tongue, when the person sticks out their tongue wide and licks hard. She didn’t give a shit about the rules, tried to get as much of my pussy in her mouth as possible and sucked while flicking with her tongue. “Naughty little hetero!” I thought. Her fingers massaged my insides right at the spot, her hand squeezed my ass and she ran her nail around my asshole giving me shivers every time. I didn’t care much if she was enjoying doing it or what her feelings were, but I was loving it. I writhed and moaned I got close to cumming but it wasn’t enough for me.
She sat next to me and put two fingers inside me with a third pressing my asshole without sticking it in, and with her other hand she started touching me what would be for all eternity the best fingering ever done on the planet. She fingered me gently, hitting my G-spot just right and her other hand was precise in the horizontal movements mixing with hard squeezes and light taps. Her look was wild, teeth clenched and her lips pursed like she was punishing me with it. I couldn’t take another second of that and I came, my spasms were so big I almost swallowed her hand with my pussy.

“Get out of here I wanna die,” I said laughing…

She’d finished her experiment on me and confessed her curiosity, the second part couldn’t be done right then ‘cause she’d just shaved and was a little irritated and I didn’t want lotion taste in my mouth. But I ate her out another time… I’ll tell you later.