What Friends Are For

PART 1

Proposition

“I want you to sleep with my boyfriend.”

Janet stared at Megan in disbelief, her mouth open. “Excuse
me?” She looked around the coffee bar, but no one else seemed to have heard. The
radio played something from the nineties, but suddenly she couldn’t hear it.

“He wants to have sex,” Megan replied, “And I’ve never done
it. I’m scared. I thought if maybe you had sex with him instead, I could keep
him happy.”

“There’s nothing to be scared of,” said Janet, “You don’t even
have to do anything, just lie there and let him do you.”

“It’s not like that,” Megan ran a hand distractedly through
her long brown hair, “I want to be good at it. You’ve been with your boyfriend
Trevor for six months, and sleeping with him longer than that. You know what
you’re doing, right?”

Janet shrugged and took a drink of her mocha while she
considered her friend’s request. “Sure,” she said hesitantly, “but I don’t
understand what you’re asking of me.”

“I want to learn,” Megan said, “But I’m afraid. I thought
maybe if you were there with me, if I watched him have sex with you, then maybe
I’d be more comfortable with it. Eventually. I thought I could maybe just
watch?”

“Oh my God,” Janet replied, “You’re still a virgin, aren’t
you?”

Megan pouted. “Please Janet, do this for me? You’re my best
friend. I’ve thought this through, and there’s no one else that I’d ever do
this with. You’re the only person that I trust. I know Mark won’t mind. It’s
every guy’s fantasy, right?”

“But what about you? Will you mind?”

“You’ve been my best friend for fifteen years. Please say
yes.” Megan grabbed her friend’s hand across the table and looked imploringly
into her blue eyes.

“So let me get this straight, you just want to watch Mark
have sex with me?”

Megan nodded. “And then maybe afterwards I’ll try. Maybe.”

“He’s okay with this?”

Megan nodded. We’ve discussed it already.”

“And what did he say?”

“He said that if it’s what I want, then he’ll do it.”

Janet took another sip of her drink and considered. Of
course he would do it. Mark was fairly attractive; Megan had done quite well
with her choice in men. Of course, Megan was also quite beautiful, and always
had plenty of admirers. The fact that she was a virgin nearly blew Janet’s
mind, especially now that they were both in college.

The biggest factor was her own boyfriend, Trevor. He would
never go for it, and if he found out… well, he’d dump her in a heartbeat. He’d
told her that he’d never cheat on her, and if she ever wanted to see others,
then they’d need to go their separate ways.

“There’s a big condition here,” Janet said, “You can never
tell Trevor, he can’t find out. Ever.”

“Oh thank you Janet,” Megan said, “Thank you so much. You
don’t know how much this means to me.”

Janet nodded, and brushed a strand of blond hair out of her
eyes. What was she getting in to? “So when do you want to do this?”

“Tomorrow? Please?”

“Wow, that’s fast.”

“I know, but he’s been talking about having sex and I keep
putting him off. I’m not even quite comfortable with being touched yet. I don’t
want to keep denying him. What if he loses interest in me?”

“If he loses interest, then he’s not worth it. Your first
time is supposed to be special anyway.”

“Oh it will be,” Megan said encouragingly.

“So can I ask you what you’re scared of?”

Megan nodded. “I’ve never seen one before. His… you know.”

“His cock,” Janet supplied helpfully.

“Yes,” Megan said, “I’ve seen it bulging in his pants when
we kiss. He’s asked me if I want to see it or touch it, but I’ve always told
him no.”

“Why not?” asked Janet, “You could take it slow. Take
advantage of him offering. There’s nothing to be afraid of by just looking at
one, or touching it.”

“I just feel so stupid,” she said, “I just don’t want to be
alone. What if he wants me to… touch it or… put it in my mouth?”

Janet laughed out loud. “You mean a blowjob? I blow Trevor
all the time.”

Megan stared at her in open shock. “Really? What’s it like?”

“Kind of like sucking on a finger,” she said, “But much
bigger. And sometimes a little salty.”

“I don’t know if I want to do that,” Megan said, “It sounds
a little gross. I can’t imagine putting his thing in my mouth.”

“I’ll show you how, and you can try it. So how far have you
let him go?”

“We kiss sometimes,” Megan said, blushing, “He put his hands
on my boobs once, but I pushed them away.”

“Why?”

“It wasn’t proper,” Megan said, “He kept squeezing them. I
felt weird.”

Janet shook her head. “Oh girl, you really do need help.
There’s nothing wrong with letting him feel your tits. He’s going to want to do
more than that. Has he even seen you naked?”

“No!” Megan said in horror, “Absolutely not!”

“Why not?”

“Because! It’s embarrassing!”

“Megan, you’re beautiful! You do aerobics three times a
week. You’re in great shape. What are you ashamed of?”

“Being naked,” she said, “I’ve never taken my clothes off in
front of anyone before. What if he doesn’t like what he sees?”

“Well that’s got to change, or you’ll never have any fun,”
Janet said, “And he’s going to love your body. Why don’t you spend the night at
my house, and we’ll practice? We can go over a few things before we have any
real pressure. You can practice being naked in front of me.”

“Okay, I guess.”

“And I don’t mean in your panties, I mean full bare ass
nude.”

Megan’s face turned bright red and she bit her lower lip. Janet
couldn’t help but laugh again and gave her friend’s hand a warm squeeze.
“You’ll be fine. There’s absolutely nothing to be afraid of.”

Megan seemed to relax a little and smiled, if a bit
nervously. “I hear it hurts,” she said, “Is it true? How bad? You know, when he
pops my cherry?”

“It hurts a bit,” Janet said, “But it’s worth it. Once it’s
over with, you’ll enjoy it a lot more. I promise.”

Megan sighed. “Okay. I’ll try. I’m just happy that you’ll be
there with me.” She squeezed Janet’s hand back.

PART 2

Practice

The sun set over the valley, creating a beautiful sky of
orange, reds, and yellows as the girls arrived at Janet’s small apartment. The
June night felt sweltering, even with the light breeze that teased their hair
as they entered Janet’s place, giggling like schoolgirls. Megan entered first,
giving Janet a moment to observe her friend.

Megan wore shorts that were nearly obscene in public, old
denim things with frayed edges that showed a bit of ass when she walked. Her
pink tank top revealed her soft, lightly tanned shoulders that only accentuated
a flawless neckline cloaked by her shoulder-length long brown hair. She didn’t
wear a bra because she didn’t need to. Her breasts were small and perky things
that didn’t need any support, not like Janet’s own boobs. She always wore a
bra; her large chest demanded it.

Megan made her way to the sofa while Janet slipped into the
kitchen, pouring each of them a glass of wine. She carried the drinks in one
hand, the bottle in the other, and joined Megan. She could hardly believe that
Megan was a virgin. Those large brown eyes must’ve driven a million men crazy.

Janet handed Megan her wine and sat the bottle down on the
side table. “The wine will help you relax,” she said.

“I don’t think I can,” Megan replied. She took a long sip.
“I have so many questions.”

“I don’t want to bother with questions. I thought we’d
practice.”

“Practice?”

Janet nodded. “That way you’ll be more comfortable tomorrow
night. Maybe you won’t need to watch.”

Megan’s hands fidgeted with the wine glass. “Do I need to
take off my clothes now?”

Janet shook her head. “No, not yet. You don’t want to just
rush into things. Things are better slower. It’ll put you in the mood.”

“Okay, so what am I supposed to do?”

Janet reached over and took the wine glass from her, and sat
their drinks on the table next to the bottle. She slid over next to Megan,
their knees touching. Janet also wore shorts, her long legs a bit less tanned
next to Megan’s. As a blond, she was paler than her friend, and damn, those
legs were sexy.  

She put a hand on Megan’s leg, fingers touching her inner
thigh. Her skin felt warm and smooth, and she smiled as goosebumps broke out
across her friend’s flesh. Megan shivered a bit, as Janet slid her hand up her
leg slowly, letting her fingertips lightly brush their way over the skin.

“What are you doing?” Megan asked, voice barely louder than
a whisper. She blocked Janet’s hand as it slowly slid upward, almost reaching
her shorts.

“This is practice,” Janet said, “I want you to be
comfortable with being touched.

“I don’t think this is very proper,” Megan said, “We
shouldn’t do this.”

Janet brought a hand up to Megan’s chin and turned her face
until she looked her in the eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing.
Nobody’s going to know. I’m not going to tell anyone about this, and neither
are you, what happens here will stay here. Tonight, you can do anything you
want, and you’ll never be judged. You can practice anything you want, and I’m
going to help you through it.”

Megan’s eyes were wide. “I’m a little scared, I think.”

“Don’t be afraid, we’ve known each other most of our lives.
And this is just practice. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I guess it’s okay then, isn’t it?”

Janet nodded. “Just remember, I’m your best friend. I’d
never do anything to hurt you. I only want to make you happy.”

Megan took a deep breath and sighed. Slowly she moved her
hand away, unrestricting Janet’s access to her thigh. Janet rubbed her leg
lightly against Megan’s, relishing the feel of skin on skin. It was so
different than touching Trevor. His skin was rough, hairy, muscular, all man.
But Megan’s… she felt like silk.

Janet felt the first hint of heat beginning to build between
her legs. “You are very pretty, Megan,” she said, mildly shocking herself at
the sound of her own voice. She didn’t mean to sound so lustful!  She slid a
finger into the leg of the shorts, letting it dwell where Megan’s leg met her
torso. “I want tonight to be special for you.”

Megan leaned back into the couch, responding to Janet’s
touch. “Have you done this before?”

Janet shook her head. “Never… not with a woman, that is. I’ve
never even thought about it… until now.”

“Then maybe we shouldn’t… Ahhh…” She gasped as Janet’s
finger slid across her pussy folds. She wasn’t wearing panties!

Janet brought her other hand to Megan’s side, sliding it
just under her tank top. “This is practice, remember? It’s all okay.”

Megan’s eyes fluttered. “It’s all okay,” she sighed, arching
her back a little.

Janet leaned forward, brushing her lips against Megan’s,
just slightly, feeling her warm breath. They both hesitated, afraid to take the
next move. What if they kissed? Was this really just practice, or was there
more here? She loved Megan, as a friend. What would this mean for their
friendship?

But it was Megan that made the next move, bringing her mouth
forward, slowly, tentatively, her tongue tasting Janet’s lips. Janet’s tongue
met Megan’s, and then slid into her mouth.
Oh my God
, she thought,
I’m
really doing this! I’m kissing her! I’m kissing a girl! And what was Megan
thinking?

Their mouths devoured each other hungrily, their tongues
exploring in newfound passion. Janet parted Megan’s pussy lips with her
fingers, bringing another gasp to her lips and she pulled from the kiss, her
hands pushing Janet’s hands away. “I’m not ready yet,” she breathed, “It’s too
fast. Maybe you shouldn’t touch me there.”