My Close Friend, a Female, Fondled Me
I'm a tall, attractive 25-year-old Chinese woman with a charming face and long hair.
My best friend is a beautiful, thin, tall blond girl I met on my first day at university. We're both good-looking, similar in our interests, and enjoy spending time together shopping, eating out, or watching movies while discussing boyfriends. We've shared a bed as friends but never had a romantic moment between us, not even a simple peck on the cheek, until recently.
A week ago, something unusual happened but I didn't understand the significance at the time. We were at my place, playing video games in my room. I went to the bathroom and returned to find my friend holding my underwear in the drawer where I keep all my lingerie. She was amused, and we both laughed about it. I ended up wearing the same pair later; it wasn't a big deal. We're best friends.
A few days later, we slept in the same bed. After a long, deep conversation about relationships, she kissed me. I was taken aback and turned away, not responding. We didn't speak for three days, and then I felt sad and emotional. My best friend had always been my confidante. One night, feeling guilty about ignoring her, I called and apologized. She came over and we talked for a long time, but I didn't say anything about her kiss. I was glad the tension between us had eased after the discussion. Later that night, she lingered in my room, and we shared an intimate hug. It felt peculiar, similar to the electric current running through me, but I didn't understand it entirely.
Recently, we took a walk in a park near where her aunt lives; the weather was lovely, and there weren't any people around. Since the winter in England is harsh, we both wore coats, jeans, and boots. I had a large, fluffy white coat while she had a black one. Both of us had gloves and sunglasses for protection from the elements, making us look stunning.
We strolled through the park, holding hands while the sun shone down. It was pretty chilly, but we weren't cold. Birds chirped in the background, and it was a serene setting. We discussed how some men could be foolish and how as women, we found ourselves hopeless in romantic pursuits. My friend did most of the talking, and I mostly listened, offering words of encouragement.
We arrived at a vantage point where we could see the whole park and the sun shining above. The landscape was lovely and romantic. The silence was brooding, interrupted only by the chirping of some birds. My friend took my hand and guided me towards a tree. The sun no longer blazed on us, allowing us to look at each other. We shared a smile; it was a familiar feeling yet odd at the same time.
She leaned in and unexpectedly kissed me. I was too stunned to respond. She grinned at me, and I returned her smile. She pushed me again, brining her lips against mine and we shared a passionate embrace. I'd never kissed another woman before. She was tender, and the kiss was delicate and sensual. We made out for a while, lost in the moment.
She let go of me, smiled, and hugged me. I removed my glasses, difficult with the gloves on, and she followed suit. Afterwards, she reached up to my face and tenderly touched my neck. Our faces were inches apart, and we shared another passionate kiss, this time more intense and playful. She moved her tongue and explored my mouth. My body responded, and I felt aroused and heated, like something was about to happen.
She caresses my chest while I'm clad in numerous layers of clothing. Her hand then descends towards my jeans, the same ones from the first recording. She swiftly unfastens the button and unzips them with no hesitation. Her frigid hand then slips into my underwear, touching me intimately between my legs. I blush with shame as she discovers my dampness. I instinctively push her hand away with my elbow.
She pulls away from me, meeting my gaze for a moment. Our breaths are labored and we produce a significant amount of steam in the chilly atmosphere. I'm a bit apprehensive, but she appears calm and self-assured. After a brief stare, she removes one of my mittens, takes my hand, and places it under her shirt...and her bra. Her breast is comfortably hot. I can't comprehend how she didn't scream. Then she clutches my neck with one hand, shoves her tongue into my mouth, and starts working me again with the other hand.
This time, we're both more at ease. The situation feels distinct. I cup her breast tenderly, while she persists with her fingering. My arousal heightens. The energy emanating from her may seem masculine, dominant, and authoritative. Her skinny fingers glide across my underwear, using only two fingers to stroke my lips. She periodically varies her pace, exerting greater pressure, occasionally tracing my lips in circular motions. She ceases, darts her tongue again into my mouth, before swiftly starting up again. Her rhythm pulsates faster. To reach my peak, I finally surrender, and climax.
I emit a moan as I contract my legs. I'm exceedingly damp, feeling like a young girl in comparison to my previous experiences. She stops, smiles at me, and plays with my hair, exposing my neck. Despite feeling awkward, my friend remains at ease, evidently having done this numerous times prior. Guiding my head onto her shoulder, she positions my hands against the tree's trunk, one by one. I'm now facing the tree, my hands pressing against it, my head on her shoulder, gazing at the sky. She stands directly behind me.
She resumes kissing my neck, pressing on it, near my chin; lifting my face securely to prevent me from looking down. Her other hand resumes its role down below. This time, she slips beneath my panties, touching my bare vulva. Thankfully, I had shaved a couple of days prior. She transforms from the sweet, amicable friend I widely know into a powerful, dominant force. I'm rendered powerless and motionless, unable to move my head. She bites my neck, and explores my asian genitals with her fingers. She parts my lips with her middle finger, massaging them with her index and ring finger in a continual, directed motion. I'm growing wet and I can't stop myself from letting out audible sounds. She can hear me and enjoys total control.
Suddenly, she inserts her middle finger inside one of my lips, penetrating my vagina. Disoriented, I open my mouth, inhaling air, and simultaneously grabs three of her fingers, stroking her extremities. As her dominance escalates and her assault continues, I weaken, becoming more subdued. I drag my head against her chest, craning my neck downwards. This posture relaxes me further, making it simpler for her to address my genitalia. She orchestrates a rapid, unrelenting cycle of fingering. I instinctively start licking her fingers, like a docile canine. Finally, she caresses my clitoris with her thumb, while continuing to work her fingers within me. I'm entirely subject to her dominion, surrendering all "defences." I loosen my thighs and spread my legs. Her hand is a kind of owner over my vagina. She explores it further, moving her fingers deep within me. I utter more cries of pleasure and breathe more heavily. Immersed in bliss, I realize that I'm on the verge of climaxing once again. She continues without stopping, until...I achieve my climax for a third time. I'm a slippery mess.
Before she released me, she forced me to lick her fingers clean, one at a time, until her hand was completely spotless. After that, we both straightened our clothing. I needed a tissue due to how soaked I was. She was generally alright. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and we left the area together. Neither of us spoke. I'm still struggling to understand what just occurred and how it impacts my sexual identity.
This paraphrased text was written by ChatGPT.
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