I originally became friends with Abigail through my Pilates studio. She was tall, brunette, bubbly, and extremely friendly. One day after class I stayed late to ask the Pilates instructor a few questions. She overheard that I was new to the studio, and introduced herself. We both lived right in the neighborhood, so grabbed a quick coffee around the corner after class. 

She told me she had a boyfriend, she was a wedding planner, and she spent a month every summer as a counselor at a Christian camp. She was a bit younger then me, and her joyous, bubbly demeanor totally gave me Christian camp counselor vibes. Not the type of girl I am usually friends with, but It’s hard to make friends as an adult so I was excited. We exchanged numbers and said we wanted to hang out soon.  

I remember going home afterwards and happily telling my boyfriend that I made a new friend at Pilates. Of course, his first question was: “Is she hot?” I hadn’t actually considered it. With women I kind of have “friendship mode” and “flirty mode”. Her wholesome demeanor combined with having a boyfriend meant I hadn’t really considered her looks. But when I thought about it, honestly she was a smoke show. About 5’ 9”, long dark brown hair, pale skin, a gorgeous face, gracefully comportment, and big genuine smile. The celebrity comparison that comes to mind for her is instantly Liv Tyler in 1996 Stealing Beauty.

Over the next couple of months our friendship grew closer, but was still limited to either a coffee or cocktail after Pilates every one or two weeks. She opened up to me about issues she was having with her boyfriend. I opened up to her about how my boyfriend and I were navigating bringing other women into the relationship. She was clearly intrigued, and asked a lot of questions. She said she had never been with a girl and was curious, but would be too shy to ever bring something like that up with her boyfriend. Anyways, she said, she didn’t know if she could handle seeing him with another woman either.

However, after at one of our little catch-ups she wanted to get mimosas after our 11AM Pilates on a Saturday. Usually after a morning class we only ever got a coffee. I thought maybe she was just feeling a bit feisty today. At brunch though, she seemed troubled. I asked what was wrong. She told me her and her boyfriend had broken up. She started tearing up. I reached out and took her hand, telling her I was so sorry to hear that. The rest of brunch we got more tipsy together then we usually and opened up talking about so many things we never had before. Our past breakups, sex lives, sexual bucket lists, job struggles, really everything.

Interestingly, one of her ‘bucket list’ items was experiencing what its like to sleep with a woman. She said one of the few silver linings of her breakup might be that she gets to explore a few things that she thought she’d never get to, because she always thought she was going to get married to her boyfriend. Now, on one hand, we were just two friends at brunch having girl-talk. On the other hand, she knows I like girls, and she was choosing to share this particular tid-bit about a newfound sense of sexual adventurousness with me.

The following week, I saw her a couple more times at the studio. We caught up a little after class, but didn’t had the time to hang out like we usually do either time, however I could feel that the energy between us had a shifted a little. When we saw each other, we locked eyes in a way we hadn’t before. When we hugged goodbye, it was just a tiny bit tighter. And I was definitely checking out her body more closely during some of the moves we did in class…

That weekend, I was planning to go out to some bars with a few girlfriends. I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to invite Abigail. Get her out of the house a little, introduce her to some new girl friends, and maybe get hit on by a few cute guys. Everything a girl who just broke up with her boyfriend could want. By the sounds of it, Abigails friend group usually enjoyed game nights, picnics, and dinners over going out the bars. Nothing wrong with those either, but who doesn’t love a fun night out?

We bar hop around the neighborhood a bit. As the night goes on, she keeps acting like she has something to tell me, but whenever I ask she says “oh, nothing!” and changes the subject. She’s being slightly more touchy, but I can’t tell if its just in my head or not.

She chickens out again, saying she doesn’t want to say anything that would “mess up our friendship.” I laugh and tell her that she’ll never meet anyone more open minded then me, and that there’s nothing she could say that would make our friendship awkward. At this point, I was pretty excited and could obviously guess what she was getting at. 

She waivers back and forth. With some prodding, I finally get her to say what she has on her mind. Very nervously, she tells me “I want to sleep with a woman, but because I’ve never done it I’m not 100% sure if I actually would like it or not. I’m intrigued about having a threesome with you and your boyfriend, but I’m not sure how much I’d end up wanting to do with you versus your boyfriend. I wouldn’t want to be a disappointment or risk messing up anything in your relationship.” She was so nervous and absolutely rambling while telling me that. Her poor innocent soul.

I put my hand on her shoulder gently to stop her from talking. I smiled, trying to put her at ease. I told her that first, my boyfriend and I would both absolutely love that. Secondly, I told her I can be a bit of a voyeur, that even if all I did was watch her and him fuck, I’d love that just as much as being involved.

Her eyes widened. “really?!.... why?!” I told her that was a lot to explain right now… but that if she wanted we could take it slow, only do what she was comfortable with, and nothing she did or didn’t do would ever make anything awkward or cause issues in our friendship or in my relationship. She was pretty mind blown. And then, suddenly eager: “Okay, let’s go now!”

…Now? I ask. “Why not!?” She exclaimed. I told her maybe we should go to a quieter bar alone, invite my boyfriend and give them a chance to chat and go back to my place from there. She liked that plan. While she was saying bye to all the other girls we were out with that night and closing the bar tab, I stepped outside and called my boyfriend. Needless to say, he was excited and wasted no time logging out of whatever game he was playing, getting dressed, and getting out the door. 

We go to a quiet bar. Abigail and I get there first, get drinks, and pick a quiet a table in the corner. My boyfriend, Ben, walks in and joins us. One of my favorite things about him was that he was always sociable, never awkward, very irreverent, and extremely confident while never cocky. He sits down and instantly says “So this is Abigail. Sophie has thought you were cute from the day she met you.” Causing me to instantly blush. She dives in and confidently retorts: “I thought the same. Honestly, hearing about how open and honest and sexy both of ya’lls relationship is was part of what lead to Cody and I breaking up. I just started to realize how different we’ve become these last few years. He’s just still in a very traditional mindset and I’ve grown so far beyond that.” 

Wow. Wasn’t expecting all of that. So honest and emotional, yet also so sexy. Not only does she want to fuck us, but thoughts of fucking us potentially contributed to her making life-altering decisions. Sexy. I lean and kiss her right there. Lightly, but with meaning. Not sloppy, not showy, just a beautiful, feminine, five-second kiss that says “I heard you. Thank you for sharing.” But sexier.

I pull away, still staring at her eyes. My boyfriend says “Alright ladies, down these drinks?” We giggle, and do as we’re told. Thankfully this bar is only about a five minute walk from our apartment. We frolic over. Giggly and flirty. So far me and her are a little more flirty with each other and my boyfriend is sort of a keen observer. Not that he minded.

When we got back to our place, first we went to the couch. Abigail and I sat next to each other while Ben opened a bottle of wine and poured us both glasses. I looked over at her body. The way her gorgeous brown hair, slightly messy, fell down around her bare shoulders. Her face, soft and delicate. When her eyes met mine I saw a mix of anticipation, hesitancy, and playfulness at once. Our kiss at the bar was one thing, but now we were here together in my apartment. It was real.

My gaze traveled from her big brown eyes, to her full and inviting lips. I moved my hand forward to touch her soft, porcelain, face. I drew us closer together and began to kiss her. I felt the warmth and softness of her lips against mine. She was nervous about her first time with a woman, but I felt her nerves begin to dissipate and a burgeoning passion begin to take its place.

We didn’t need another glass of a wine. We scooter closer. Became increasingly intertwined, lost in our kiss. Our hands beginning to wander around each others bodies: through each others hair, down each others back’s. I ran my hand firmly from her knee to her upper thigh. I glanced over, and Ben was standing across the kitchen watching, admiring. No one felt any need to rush.

I find the bottom of Abigail’s shirt and slowly lift it over her head. Her gorgeous breasts were visible through a thin, sheer lace bra. I reached around to unhook her bra, revealing gorgeous b-cup tits that sat high on her chest, and curved to meet at beautiful, pink little nipples. They were beautiful. I let my head drop down and kiss all over one of her breasts, eventually taking one of her cute little nipples in my mouth. I heard a moan escape her lips.

I continued to suck her nipple then switched to the other, still caressing the first in my hand. I broke away and looked at her. “Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked. She nodded enthusiastically. I let myself melt down off the couch onto the floor between her legs. I snaked my hands up from the bottom of her legs towards her upper thighs, but this time under her skirt. I ran them up over her hips, feeling her slender waist. I hooked my fingers onto her underwear and pulled them off from under her skirt.

I looked back up at her before taking my first taste. I slowly ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit up towards her clit, tasting her sweet juices. She was soaking wet. Her moans encouraged me to continue. Knowing it was her first time with a woman was motivating me to show her that women do it better. I was absolutely lost between the folds of her pussy lips.

Ben clearly couldn’t take it any longer. He came over to her side of the couch, removed both his pants and boxers and started stroking himself while watching us. Abigail looked up at his hard cock. She parted her lips gently, looking up him with her big innocent eyes. I watched as he moved closer to her and she took the head of his cock between her lips. He let out a long groan, feeling amazing I am sure, after all this build-up.

She swiveled a bit and wrapped one hand around his shaft as she started to work the head in her mouth. I dove back in between her legs, not wanting to neglect my duties. I wanted nothing more then to make her cum while she had my boyfriend’s cock in her mouth. He said “you two are so fucking hot together.” Followed by, “Fuck Abigail, you are good.”

As much as I was enjoying my experience with Abigail, there is nothing I love more than to please a man. And I felt like I was bringing my boyfriend home a sexy little present for him to enjoy. A new plaything to excite his cock. I fucking adored him and felt like he deserved to constantly be pleasured by new sexy women. I loved periodically looking up and seeing Abigail taking him deeper and deeper. Whatever inexperience she had with women she was definitely making up for in her blowjob abilities.

This only encouraged me more. I honed in on her clitoris, and I slipped two fingers into her slippery little hole, sliding them in and out. Her moans deepened and she started to tremble a bit. The sucking noises slowed, but continued. Her moans were so sexy knowing that they were somewhat muffled by the cock she was desperately trying to please while her orgasm built. Eventually, she couldn’t hang on anymore, she broke away and threw her head back in pleasure. Ben reached town and teased her nipples as she came all over my tongue, shaking.

No one had even touched me yet but I was so fucking satisfied. There’s nothing more sensual then making a woman cum, and knowing it was her first time turned me on so much.  I could have ended the night happy. But of course, why do that if there’s still so much more to explore?

Ben suggested moving to the bed. I always got entirely lost in the passion and heat of the moment, I always appreciated how during threesomes he’d guide the situation and steer our next moves. In the bedroom, he said, “Abigail I think its time for you to give pleasuring a woman a try…” She smiled and said, ‘I’d love to.” I undressed completely, went to the back the bed, and laid on my back with my legs spread, inviting her in between.

She got on all fours her head positioned above my throbbing pussy. Ben went to the bedside table to get a condom and rolled it on. She started to hesitantly explore my pussy with both her tongue and fingers. Rubbing her thumb up and down the whole thing, following with her tongue. Letting her tongue explore the folds, make its way into my entrance, and back up. Finding my clit. Calibrating her actions to my various moans and responses. So far there was no strategy, just pure exploration. I was more then happy for her to just take her time.

Suddenly I felt her tensing up. I looked up, and saw Ben behind her, slowly pumping his cock into her. His face was one of pure pleasure. I could tell he was trying to decide between savoring the moment and fucking the shit out of her. I loved knowing Abigail was enjoying taking my hot boyfriend’s lovely cock. She was being such a good girl pleasuring us both. I told her so.

As he started to pick the pace a little bit and get into a rhythm, she returned her attention to my pussy. I could tell she was copying my techniques. She slid two fingers into me while working my clit with her tongue. Fast learner.

“Ooooh fuck Abigail. You’re doing so good, especially while taking a cock.” I encouraged.

Ben spanked her. Told her she better make me cum. She loved that. She sexual chemistry between the three of us was electric. Having my clit licked and sucked on while I also had my own personal porn right in front of me was heaven. Instead of looking down at her I decided to look up and watch Ben’s toned torso flex with each stroke. Feeling her head being slightly pushed into me every time he shoved his cock back into her pussy. 

I didn’t need anything from him. I just wanted to watch him have his way with Abigail all night long. As I watched him fuck her I was fantasizing about all the ways I wanted to watch him use her slender body. All the ways I wanted him to corrupt this innocent Christian camp counselor.

For now, I was happy watching her get railed from behind. All these thoughts sent me over the edge. Abigail was lucky I cum so easily and I was turned on from the scene in front of me, because I just started cumming extremely fast. Letting pleasure absolutely wash over me. After, I told her what a fantastic job she did. Then I said I wanted to just watch for a bit.

I scooted down so I was laying parallel to her. I played with her tits, and gave her little kisses. I touched myself a bit, not trying to make myself cum but just enjoying the sensation as I watched her with Ben. I told Ben how much I loved watching him with her.

He took my encouragement and started fucking her a lot harder, saying “babe, her pussy feels so fucking good, even with a condom.” Abigail was loving it. I told her she looked so pretty with a cock inside of her. She smiled. She was moaning louder and louder. She was clearly close to cumming again. I took a bit of a teasing tone of voice. “You’re going to let another girl’s boyfriend make you cum? Dirty girl.” “you like taking someone’s boyfriend’s cock, don’t you?”

The dirty talk sent her over the edge for a second time as she started to lose composure and start cumming with Ben’s cock deep inside of her. I am sure her pussy walls were clamping down around his cock, because he seemed to be lost in pleasure himself. Once her orgasm subsided, he said: “I need to cum in Abigail’s mouth.” She literally didn’t waste a moment and turned around, got on her knees on the bed, and pulled Ben's condom off. I got on my knees next to her, looking up at her, planning little kisses and continuing to play with her boobs.

She got to work on his cock, with more enthusiasm then last time. She had a hand wrapped around his shaft while she bobbed her head up and down quickly. Every so often she’d glance up at Ben, and he’d moan. I whispered “Make him cum hard like a good little slut, okay?” and “I can tell how much he loves having his cock in your mouth. 

He wrapped his hand around the back of her head, and started to help her out, pumping his cock in and out. His breaths got quicker. I knew the signs, and I knew he was about to let our new friend take a load of cum down her throat. He started moan and then quickly said “uuuughh I’m going to cum.” He didn’t ask if she wanted to swallow, he just held her head in place as he shot his load down Abigail’s throat. She looked up at him sexily as she swallowed every drop. 

She broke away and I started making out with her, tasting the remnants of his cum in her mouth. Next, we both took turns cleaning up his cock together, which was so sexy.

This was just our first time with Abigail. But we saw her many times after. Our future meetings were more kinky and she really let her wild side loose. Pay attention, because soon I’ll post part two about what we continued to discover about Abigail’s sexy submissive side.