Reposting this because I messed up the formatting! This is a true story from about five years ago and I almost think about it every day. If there is interest, I can post a part 2.

TLDR; Lesbian friend teaches me how to properly eat pussy.

From the very first day we met, I knew we’d have an interesting relationship. We originally met in a 7:30 am, four-hour long statistic class at the local community college. No one wanted to be there. But when she sat next to me, ignoring the other empty seats scattered around the classroom, I felt butterflies.

“Why did she sit next to me?” I immediately thought to myself.

See, as a guy on the slightly chubbier side, I’m a little more used to woman sitting away from me. Now don’t get me wrong, I take care of myself, I make sure I always smell decent and look good. I was power lifting a lot during this time, so I had very broad shoulders. But I’m not turning any heads on the street. So, when this drop-dead gorgeous Latina, who makes our other male classmates heads turn sits down next to me…it’s a big deal. She had olive skin, about 5’5, with perky C cup breasts, and an amazing ass. Oh man I will never forget how juicy her ass was. She always had her hair in a messy bun and wore crop tops with a jacket almost daily. Being the hopeless romantic I am, I tried not to put too much thought into it and minded my own business. As the classes went by, we made small talk here and there, but it wasn’t till before the first exam when we really got to know each other.

“Hey, how you feeling about the exam coming up? She asked me. “Uhhh, I’m feeling ok, I guess. I definitely need to study this weekend.” I responded. “Oh my god same here, I have so much to brush up on,” she replied. We both sort of stared at each other for a second, without saying anything. Although, I could feel the both of us begging each other to continue the small talk. “Hey, are you busy right now?”
“Uhhh no, my next class isn’t for over an hour. What’s up?” I responded. “I was thinking of walking over to get boba right now. Do you wana join?” “Yeah, that sounds cool. I actually have my car if ya wana take mine?” I responded, eagerly.

Over milk tea we talked about our majors, our interests, and our current music obsession. Everything was going kind of perfect, and it all felt hard to believe. I offered her a ride home, and our conversation continued. After that day, you bet your ass I looked forward to each class from then on. That entire weekend we messaged each other practically all day long. Half of the conversation was focused on the upcoming exam, while the other half was realizing how much we had in common, with the occasional flirty text thrown in between. I was on cloud nine. Until the next text message.

“Hey, I have something important I kinda gotta tell ya,” The text read. “Ok, what's up?” “I’m a lesbian.”

As I felt my heart drop onto the floor and unravel itself in front of me, I had two immediate thoughts. I fucking hate my life and how the fuck do I respond to this? “I thought you were American?” I texted back. “LOL that is the best response I’ve ever had from someone I told I was a Lesbian to,” she responded. She messaged again, “Look, I just felt it was important to let you know because I don’t want you to feel let on. You’re a cool dude and I’d love to still have you as a friend,” she expressed to me. As heartbroken as I was in that moment, I was beginning to enjoy her company and wanted to respect her feelings. So, I let her know it wouldn’t change anything, and we continued getting to know each other. The next weekend my dad was going to be out of town, so I’d have the house to myself. I figured the best way to celebrate us passing the exam was to drink and smoke the night away. She agreed, packed a bag, and decided to stay the weekend. We both got into comfortable clothing to begin our night of relaxation. I had on a pair of basketball shorts and a long sleeve, while she rocked a crop top and sweatpants. As the night progressed, a few bottles of wine were finished, and several episodes of Friends was watched. On the last episode we watched, she kept on commenting on Jennifer Aniston’s visible nipples throughout the episode. I thought it was funny, until I learned she was her celebrity crush. Thats when the teasing began.

“Jennifer Aniston? I mean I totally get it, but you’re stuck in the 90’s,” I said jokingly. “I don’t know what it is about her, I just get all tingly down there and excited,” she responded. “Tingly down there?” I mocked her. “Are you a child?” I chuckled. “You get what I mean!” she said as she laughed. “Tell me you wouldn’t fuck her!” she yelled at me. “I mean I totally would” “Exactly. So, there's nothing wrong with admitting she gets me horny!” she said, chuckling through her words.

We both laughed and continued watching the episode, but I couldn’t help but notice something. As she sat on the other side of the couch, I could see under a small pillow on her lap that she had her left hand down near her crotch. At first, I thought I was just way too cross-faded from the wine and joints, but after checking again, I was right. She was slowly using her hand to do what I can only describe as “massaging” her private area. She was biting her lip. She giggled. At this point I really don’t know what to do, because I’m so conflicted. The male side of me was channeling its inner primal being and told me to make a move. The intelligent side of me was saying you’ve both had too much to drink, and to ignore it. I faced the TV and tried to distract myself when I noticed she was getting up and asking me where the restroom was.

“Down the hall to the right, middle room,” I said. As she walked by, I couldn’t help but notice her nipples were poking through her crop top. In the few seconds I had to cherish my view, she walked by me and began heading towards the restroom. Thats when I realized it. She’s not wearing any panties either. In any other instance, showing butt crack is a social sin. But in this specific case, it was very eye-opening and welcomed. The entire time she was gone, I had a million thoughts racing in my head. Did that really just happen? Did she just touch her self? Did she want me to see? Before I could gather a solid conclusion, she was back.

“Hey, can we go and chill in your room? I kind of want to lay down,” she said. “Yeah, for sure, let’s do it,” I replied.

My heart was pounding fast, and my mind was scrambled. “You guys are just friends, its nothing,” I continuously told myself. I felt like I was dreaming but I also didn’t want it to end. As I walked into my room, she was laying on her stomach while on her phone.

“So, you were telling about that girl you’ve been talking to. When are you gonna ask her out?” she asked me. “I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like we really like each other but at other times she can seem so distant. It's weird.” I responded. “From what I’m hearing, you just need to be a lot more straight up with what you want. Stop tiptoeing around the idea of going out with her. I mean, thats what you want right? Or are you just trying to hook up?” She asked. “I like her a lot, but I also wouldn’t mind hooking up with her either I guess,” I said. “Well, I can tell you right now she’s probably not going to ask you if you’re tryna fuck. You might have to be the one to initiate that,” she said. “You know…she kind of did mention the last guy she was with couldn’t make her cum. Apparently, he never even when down on her,” I said. “She told you that and you still haven’t had sex with her! She gave you an opening!” “I know! I just didn’t want to be too upfront. Also…It has been a while and I’m not too confident in giving head right now,” I responded. “Well todays your lucky day because I happen to love eating pussy and am quite the expert if I may say so myself. Watch what I’m doing with my tongue,” she said.

She let her tongue out as wide and flat as she could and began to pretend she was licking a vagina. She used her hands and fingers to spread the imaginary lips and began sucking on the imaginary clit. I was laughing the whole time.

“I’m being serious dude! I really want you to get with her!” she said. “I know but I can’t take you seriously, can you use a fruit instead or something?” I said. We both ran to the kitchen in search of a fruit. I prayed we’d find a peach. “I think I only have bananas,” I said. “Yeah I don’t think I need to show you how to suck a dick. Besides, I don’t really do that anymore,” she said non-nonchalantly. “Anymore?” I asked, now extremely curious. “Oh I wasn’t always a lesbian. I’ve had like three boyfriends,” she responded. “So…you’re bisexual?” I asked, almost confused now. “Not necessarily…look, after last boyfriend, I swore off men forever. That was years ago,” she said. “So you probably couldn’t even show me how to suck a dick with that fake banana then. Maybe you had bad head game and thats why you moved onto men,” I said jokingly. “Oh hell no, I was the throat goat! It transferred over to women when I switched. I guess I’m just naturally talented!” She said confidently. “I doubt it. Honestly, I probably give better head than you do,” I said.

As she was responding she stopped and just stared at me with a slight grin. At this point I can feel my cock throbbing and my heart pounding. We stared at each other for seconds, but it felt like minutes.

“I’ll tell you what. I bet you you’d cum immediately if I even touched you compared to if you touched me. Thats a promise,” She said. “Whoever cums first has to do the next chapter of math homework?” I asked. “You’re on!” she said. She laughed and ran into the room while I excitedly followed. After hopping on the bed she got on her back and scooted herself, so her head rested on my pillow. “Look, this is not a normal thing for me, ok? I wouldn’t usually do this, but oh my lord Jenifer Aniston gets me hot!” She said chuckling. I crawled towards her on the bed and slowly pulled her sweats down her thighs. I was right, she was wearing no panties and had a neatly trimmed bush. “Lets see what you got!” She said to me.

I began to kiss around her thighs and made my way to her pussy. She had a thin trail of wetness from her pussy down to her ass. With each kiss she seemed to giggle more and more while inching herself closer to me. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and slowly began licking her vagina lips and walls. The giggling stopped and the moaning began. As I moved my head up and down I could feel her body in rhythm with me, mirroring my every movement. She was moaning more and more, and I licked faster and faster. The moaning stopped.

“Slow down idiot. If I’m moaning it doesn't mean hurry up. Fuck it was good.” “Thorry”, I said with my tongue still out. I then dragged my tongue down and started poking it as deep as I could in and out of her pussy hole. “Oh fuck!” she moaned loudly. I continued this over and over while dragging my tongue back up every other lick. “Suck on my clit I’m getting close,” she screamed. I began licking up, down, and around her clit. I could feel her pushing her body against my mouth. She stuck her hands under her crop top and started playing with her nipples. I could see the bottom of her perky breasts as she moved her hand, intoxicating my entire body with desire. I felt my hard cock pushing desperately into the mattress. I had never been so turned on in my life. She moaned louder and faster. I remembered what she said and didn’t change anything about what I was doing.

“Suck on my clit with your lips too! Like you’re sucking juice from a fruit!” she begged. What she said clicked, and I immediately knew what she meant. I used my lips to tightly suction her clit in my mouth, while using my tongue to move it up and down. “Don’t fucking stop! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” She screamed. As I continued sucking her clit like a fruit, I could feel the beard hair on my chin completely wet from her pussy. As she squeezed her breast tightly, she used her other hand to grab onto the bedsheets and pull. “I’m fucking cumming,” she screamed.

I continued what I was doing and her moans were practically screams. She tossed her waist up and down and my mouth followed every movement. She grabbed my hair and tugged, letting me know she couldn’t take anymore. I finally let her go and she turned over to her side, while her legs lightly shook. She stayed on her side for a minute or two, while he pressed her face into the bed.

“Are you ok?” I jokingly asked. I could see her head nodding up and down while she was still face down. Then, she mumbled something. “Huh? Couldn’t hear you” I said. She got up, turned her body towards me and smiled. “Your turn” she said.