I could not stop staring at her ass. Every day a new pair of pants, the little fashionista that she was. My eyes would dart to her plump butt and imagine it on my face. I always wondered if she felt any tension between us, noticed the way I watched her tie her pretty curls up, or how I faltered when she bit her lip.
We’d been friends since high school and decided to go to the same college. Her room was just down the hall, but she’d often sleep in my bed. She’d tell me about the dates she had recently and I’d offer advice. She’d tell me how she was questioning her sexuality and I’d stiffen, trying to say as neutral of an answer as possible. It was a common topic of conversation.
One night in my dorm, she rolled over in bed and looked me in the eyes. “How do you know if you’re turned on?”
I gulped. What could she mean by that? Was it a genuine question or a tease?
She spoke again, “like you’ve had sex. I never have. I’m not sure if I really know what being turned on feels like. Is it different from being horny?”
“Do you mean physically or mentally?”
“I guess both,” she clarified.
“Okay. Mentally I just…” I paused. I’d never thought about explaining this before. Where to even start? “I guess it’s just a strong desire. If I’m horny, it’s more casual. I’m kind of always horny honestly. But I can be horny and want sex without specifically being turned on. I see a hot guy or girl and I could be like ‘damn’, but I’m not wet, you know?”
“Is it just being wet?”
“If I’m turned on, there’s a heat in my body. It’s the only thing on my mind. It’s more intense. My vagina feels… heavy. Pulsates even. My breathing is heavier. All I want is that person’s body against mine”
“What turns you on?” she asked, sitting up.
I sat up too, “my neck is really sensitive, and my ears. I like having them kissed or sucked a little bit. I know you’ve made out with guys before, you were never turned on from that?”
“I honestly don’t know.”
I shook my head, “If you don’t know, you probably weren’t then.”
She scooted a little closer, pulling her hair to one side of her face, “can you show me?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Try to turn me on. I want to know what it feels like, or if it’s possible for me. Maybe I’m asexual.”
I hesitated. Was this truly an experiment for her to learn how it feels or did she want more from me? I didn’t take too much time to think about it before leaning into her neck. I started at the bottom and kissed tenderly, then traced up to her ear, nibbling lightly on her neck before biting her ear lobe, then breathing softly into her ear.
I stopped, “do you feel anything?”
“I don’t know. Keep going.”
There was no hesitation this time. I got on top of her, straddling her in between my legs. I grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her in, finally getting a taste of those soft lips. Our mouths danced and I felt that heavy heat rise up in me.
“I know I’m turned on right now because I’m fighting the urge to rock my hips against yours,” I said as I reached a hand to the back of her head and grabbed a small handful of hair. I gently tugged her back to expose her neck once more, sucking and biting while holding in my own desire, “do you feel anything about now?”
“I think so. I’m honestly still not sure though. Can you touch my boobs?”
I was getting wetter from all the touching, but still wasn’t sure how far this would even go. I didn’t care. I reached up and grabbed her breasts. Her bra had already been thrown on the floor long before this conversation. I began massaging gently, and leaned in to kiss her again. I reached under her shirt to trace my nails along her stomach.
At this point, I was going mad with lust. I took her shirt off over her head, chucking it to the side. Her soft titties felt perfect in my hands. I put her nipples in my mouth, moaning into her chest. With the work my tongue was doing, I hoped she was going as crazy as I was.
I moved one hand lower, reaching the top of her jean shorts. “May I?”
“Yes please,” she said breathlessly. I unbuttoned her pants and moved my hand lower, tracing the top of her panty line. She was gasping from my touch.
“Do you like that?”
“I do.”
I moved my thumb over top of her clit and she let out a quiet moan. I worked her clit slowly, moving my thumb in small circles while moving back and forth, sucking each of her nipples. Eventually, I slid two fingers into her wet pussy and softly fucked her.
“What can you tell me now about being turned on?” I asked.
Her lips parted, but nothing came out. She gasped and said, “I think you figured out a way to turn me on, oh my god.”
“Have you ever been eaten out before?”
“No,” she said quietly. I took the rest of her clothes off and traced my tongue down her body, stopping to suck here and there. I kissed her clit, then put my fingers back inside her, and sucked until she was practically screaming. The feeling of her pussy tightening around my fingers as she came was gratification of my efforts. I pulled my fingers out and sucked her wetness off them. My own pussy was pulsing with desire, but I was happy to finally treat my friend the way I’d always wanted.
She looked up at me and said, “I guess I can be turned on.”