The Holiday Party

"I agree," I said, my eyes lifting to meet hers now after memorizing the appearance of her pussy and burning it into my memory forever. "How about me? Do I appeal to you?"

"Of course. Can't you tell? I mean, it's not a condition of our friendship that you indulge that part of me." I just smiled softly, not really knowing what to say, so she continued. "You were always pretty, you know. But I don't think you realize how beautiful you've become through the hard work. And I'm comfortable around you. Being close friends makes it hotter for me, not weirder. I adore you. I'd cherish you. Love you. I would fuck you, Brit," she added, slowing to emphasize that last point.

"You don't make this easy for me, do you?"I said. Fighting my arousal was futile.

"That's quite a secret you've held on to. But I've noticed changes in how you look at me over the past month," she said. "I also don't think you will ever really want to be in some kind of a long-term relationship with a woman, nor would I really. Maybe we can fool around a bit and not risk our friendship." Now she smiled big and took another step forward, definitely invading my personal space as I sat on the couch. She reached her hand out, so I gave her mine. She pulled it to her right breast. I cupped it and squeezed gently, not really sure what she wanted me to do with it. "First time touching a woman like this?"

"You know it is," I said. Elena filled my hand nicely with little to spare. She had darker complexion than me, but she still was fairer than most Latinas. Her nipples were dark brown and erect as my finger brushed one of them. Her breasts were firm and natural, a welcome break from the fake jugs I saw on so many women in the gym, but it was also good to have more than an A-cup that I might encounter on someone so petite and fit. I reached up and touched both breasts.

"And now touch me here," she said, lowering my hand towards her crotch.

"Oh wow," I said as she moved my hand. When my finger touched the top of her crack, I panicked a little and pulled back.

"Too fast?" she joked.

"It's a bit overwhelming," I confessed. "So, when you and Katya, you know, how did you..." I wasn't sure how to ask, but I was very curious. "Was there penetration, who did who?" I laughed. "Can I ask this? It's not that I want to do it, I am just curious."

Elena chuckled at my innocence. "You want to do it, or you wouldn't ask, but I'll let that slide for now. Yes, there was definitely penetration."

"Show me. What did you use?"

Now it was Elena's turn to be a little embarrassed. "Really? Okay, if you say so." She disappeared for a minute, then came back with a blue dildo and what looked like a small bottle of lube. But it wasn't a normal dildo, it was in an "L" shape with two ends, which I'd never seen before. "I cleaned it off after, just so you know, so don't get squeamish." She took the smaller end with the bulb into her mouth to wet it, then brought it to her pussy. Her crack opened to the pressure, and the dildo slid into place. The long end stuck up on its own and looked just like a very blue erect penis of average size

"I'll be damned," I said. "You don't have to use straps or anything?"

She shook her head no. "It takes some getting used to and some conditioning, but I can hold it in good. The end in me feels great, too. Don't ever tell her I said this, okay, it's private. Katya likes me to power-fuck her hard, and it's fun to dominate such a strong girl. I love it. It's what I needed after that emotional roller coaster in New York." I wasn't sure what else to ask, so she continued. "I've fucked more men with this than women to be honest."

"Huh?"

"They love it, almost all of them. It's so easy to persuade them, and so much fun to turn the tables. With women it's more about licking and kissing. Well, at least with me." Elena sat on the couch next to me, then grinned. "So, we're playing show and tell, right? It's your turn. I want to see your boobs."

"I'm afraid not," I said. "Two glasses of wine aren't enough, sorry. I'm keeping my virtue today."

"But I'm so forlorn. Give me a pick-me-up," she teased, her hand reaching over and brushing the hair off my shoulder, then lingering there. I really wanted to indulge her. Seeing her beautiful body on the couch with the dildo sticking up from between her bare legs was a gigantic turn on for me. It was impossible not to think about how that dildo would feel in my pussy.

I was wearing a casual dress that came up just above the knees and wasn't too tight. Up top I had a little cleavage showing, but the the dress was still suitable for a work day. My shoes were off, and I didn't have any stockings. It was warm for November. "Elena, I'll take you up on your offer now," I said. I think she knew what I meant, but I got the blank stare anyway. "May I kiss you?"

"Yes," she replied.

I wasn't nervous at all, which made no sense. I was always nervous kissing a guy for the first time. Instead of just leaning over for it, I stood and straddled her on the couch, leaving that dildo concealed by my dress in front of me. I was surprised at how comfortable the position was as I smiled softly and brushed some hair out of her face before leaning down to meet her lips. I'd pecked her lips before while saying goodbye or whatever, but we'd never kissed deeply. Now she seemed so welcoming, so naughty and tempting. I sniffed down by her neck first. "New scent?" I asked. She nodded. Elena always wore the same perfume until now. This new one was better, but still subtle.

I was in control on top, so I started with a normal kiss, our lips pressed together for half a second longer than a peck. I enjoyed the squishy sounds of our lips as I gave her two more. I held the next one for a few seconds, enjoying her soft lips. She opened her mouth slightly to encourage me, her fresh breath on my face as she invited me to deepen the kiss. I teased her upper lip with my tongue, then slid it inside her mouth as I pressed against her.

Elena massaged my tongue with hers before probing into mine to explore. Everything began to blur together after that. I couldn't do much with my hands in this position, but Elena was free to work. She rubbed my back gently and played in my hair as we just enjoyed the kissing. This lasted for a very long time. I certainly never kissed a guy anywhere near this long, and we weren't close to being done. My pussy continued its response, my damp panties leaving no doubt as to how I felt about my first real kiss with a girl.

Elena's hands gradually found their way down to my butt. She massaged the buttocks gently at first, then began pulling me into her more and more. I became aware of that dildo sticking out of her pussy in front of me. She scooted down on the couch and pulled me harder until my pussy was rubbing against it as she gyrated her hips and tugged at my butt, giving me a very pleasurable dry hump. It felt great, so I didn't stop her.

They say you do your best thinking when you let your mind go free, like in the shower, or perhaps when making out with a girl for the first time. I don't know why, but my busy brain suddenly connected some dots regarding Elena's background. The revelation was so upsetting I had to stop and address it immediately. I backed out of the kiss and just stared at her with an open mouth for a second.

"What?" she asked, knowing something was wrong.

I pulled Elena's right hand from my back to my mouth and kissed it, then slid my hand down until it stopped at the tattoo on her forearm. Our office worked closely with a non-profit that dealt with this stuff before. "I don't know why I never noticed before, but it just hit me. Elena, I know what this is." She seemed surprised. I waited a few more seconds, and I noticed the tear welling up in her right eye. "Tell me," I said.

She shook her head, and the first tear slid down her face. I didn't want there to be more, but I had to know the truth. "I never talk about that with anyone," she said.

"I love you. If not me, who can you tell? You're my best friend," I said. She nodded. But she just evaded my gaze, stalling. "Come on."

"It's going to kill what's going on here between us today. This is heavy stuff if you want in."

"I want in your world," I said.

After a long pause, she began. "I was 11 when my family sold me. I was already being raped and abused anyway at home. I was 13 when my real father found me on the streets in France and ended up getting me out and adopting me."

"Holy shit," I said. Elena's tattoo was forced on her and marked her as someone's property. It was sickening. She was the victim of human sexual trafficking at an age when I was still watching cartoons. "Elena, are you okay now? I don't really know how to ask the question right."

She smiled. "Yes, I'm fine. It's amazing how much difference great parents make, I just found mine later in life. I have a clean bill of health, mentally too, I think," she added with a nervous chuckle. "I'm not crazy, and I don't have any STDs. I was never addicted to drugs, which really helped."

I already noticed the apparently fake Spanish accent was fading while she told me this. The next question was easy. "Where are you really from?"

"Born in Slovakia, then Ukraine before taken west against my will," she said. "I use the name I was born with, it just used to start with an 'A', which is a more European version." Her accent was evolving now for sure into what was presumably eastern European. Then she said a few sentences in a foreign language.

"What was that?" I asked.

"That was Slovak, my dear. I said you have beautiful eyes with love in them, and I want to tell you my darkest secrets. If you prefer Russian, I can give you that, too."

"Or flawless Spanish. Now you're just showing off," I teased. "It all makes sense. I can see your genetic Slavic features now that I know to look. I can't believe you duped me with the Panamanian thing. That was smart picking a smaller country instead of, like, Mexico." She nodded. "Why do you keep the marks if you went to the trouble of inventing a new back-story?"

She looked at her arm. "I hate it and am proud of it at the same time. I'm a survivor. It keeps me humble. I can't really say for sure. Don't you have any dark secrets?"

"I did give a blow job when I was 12," I said. "I am pretty sure he was over eighteen, and it was not cool of him."

"How did that go? Did you take his load?" she asked. The mood was lightening again with the focus back on me.

"Yes, actually, with no spillage and very positive customer feedback. It wasn't that bad. It's funny because it was another five or so years before my first kiss." This was a true story, except that if I was being totally honest, I had put the guy up to it. I was curious.

I leaned in again and gave her two of the softest kisses I could manage, then I attacked her. I was aggressive with my tongue while my head moved side to side to get at her from different angles. I drove my hips forward into her, smashing that dildo between her belly and my pussy as I dry humped her. The other end of the dildo moved around inside her pussy, making it hotter for her too I hoped. There was an urgency and intensity in my kissing that wasn't there before. I felt so lucky to have her here with me. How many obstacles had she overcome in life to bring her to this point?

I pulled back after a few minutes. I was breathing hard, and my brow was wet with sweat. "I'm horrible," I confessed. "It's such a tragic story, but I am so hot for you now I can't stand it. It's like I'm in a sexy spy movie. Plus you confiding in me and trusting me makes me feel so close to you," I said.

"I don't mind. I love your reaction. The only thing I'm upset about is that you're wearing panties," she teased.

I took the hint, standing to pull off my panties under the dress. "I'm leaving the dress on. I'm shy," I said. I straddled her again, and it was a whole new game. I felt my bush against her legs. I was quite wet, and I knew Elena could feel the dampness. The fabric of the dress was loose and would allow easy copulation if desired, but it concealed my genitals from her view. It was a little unfair, since Elena was completely naked with a dildo sticking out of her. We kissed some more, and now that dildo was bumping against my clit directly as I moved my hips around. After a few minutes of that, an orgasm wasn't far away.

"Put it in," she said, breaking off the kiss. "I know you want me; I can feel how wet you are."

I paused for a moment, long enough for her to suspect something was holding me back. "I do for sure, but that's a pretty big step." I lifted my hips a little bit higher and forward, then reached under my dress from behind to find the head of the dildo. I thought it would be an awkward position for actual sex, but the dildo lined up with my pussy remarkably well. The tip struck just below the pursed end then settled into the opening. "I don't know..."

"Can I watch it go in? I'm very visually turned on like a dude."

"I suppose that's fair," I laughed, her enthusiasm contagious. I slid the tip up my lips to the clit for safer storage while I pondered this. Elena lifted the hem of the dress and looked at my bare pussy. "Wow, you're so beautiful down there, Brit."

"I don't know about all that. I feel so unfashionable with this bush next to you," I confessed.

"No way. I love the blonde hair and those big lips." She moved beneath me, causing the dildo to slide back down my crack in preparation for entry.

But I paused, and after a second she finally looked back up into my eyes. "Elena," I started. "You have your secret, and I have one, too. Except mine is small, incredibly silly, and I feel a bit foolish." I could tell she had no idea. "I'm still a virgin."

A couple seconds went by with her just staring, then a small laugh, then a bigger one and a smile. "Oh my God, are you serious?" I moved back a bit and squatted behind the dildo like I was before. "That guy you dated for a few months?" I shook my head no. "Gave a BJ when you were 12, but still a virgin at 23?" I nodded yes. "Have you played around before by yourself with one of these toys, or are you actually going to have to pop something here?"

"I'm pretty sure there will be some popping, yes."

"Well it's time it came off. You're the only virgin I've heard of with pierced nipples. Hence my surprise. You've been pretty crafty with your word choice to avoid my suspicion before, by the way."

"I've been as deceitful as possible without outright lying," I confessed. "The nipple rings are recent. My reward for the first 35 pounds you helped me shed."

"You'll need some lube," she said. The bottle was on the table next to the couch. She lifted my dress again and smeared the gel all over the shaft. "This is the perfect toy for you. It's smallish and goes in smooth. Take your time. Slide down and take it at your own pace." I doubt it even occurred to Elena that I might not be ready to lose my virginity.

I looked at her lovely face. I really didn't think I should go through with this, but I had never wanted to have sex more. I was working it out in my mind how to explain. She waited patiently. "I'm very horny for you," I began, "but do you think we can save this last part for later? I mean, I'm sharing the night with that girl from the gym." I wanted to say "skank," but that wasn't fair since the skank and I wanted the same thing. "I'm even sharing the penis with her on the same day, and we haven't had time to really explore each others bodies yet. I feel like the consolation prize."

"You're not. Nobody means to me what you do. You're right about exploring though," she said, reaching up to cup my breasts outside my dress. "But I still think we should fuck."

I looked into her eyes and saw so much love there. But there was lust too, for me, and sadness for her loss. She deserved to have me if that was what she wanted. And if I could do this for her and make her day bright after what she'd been through, I owed her that. I knew I would enjoy it anyway. "Put your hands here, on my waist," I said.

Elena gripped my hips. "Nice hip to waist ratio. You have such a wonderful hourglass figure now."

"My trainer is awesome," I said. I lifted my hips again and reached under to guide the dildo, now slippery with lube. "I love you, and I trust you completely. I just think this night is wrong, and I think we should wait. But if you want this now, I'm yours." I made a slight adjustment. "There. It's at the hole. Pull me down, lift your hips, take me if you want. It should slip right in there even though it's my first time. Trust me, my body is ready."

My complete submission put her in charge, and I had no idea what she would do. She looked into my eyes for a while and pondered it, then she lifted the dress again to look while she reached in to grab the dildo. She pulled it forward just enough to rest it on my pubic bone. "Stay like that," she said. Her hand reached between my legs, and she gently eased a finger into my pussy. One finger was easy for me; I did this while masturbating sometimes. Her finger was smaller, and lubed. I moaned and smiled. "Very tight," she said. I nodded, then Elena pulled out and moved her finger slightly to the rear and rubbed my anus.

My dreamy eyes opened completely. "Oh hell no, I don't think so," I said.

"Oh hell yes we are. Half of your virginity is safe, but your virtue is still mine."

"No. No way. Seriously?" I'd never even considered anal before. I'd never put anything in my butt. No guy had put anything in my butt. I'd never felt a desire to have someone fuck my butt. But Elena's finger was gone, and now the dildo pressed against my butthole. I knew I couldn't deny her. I had to do something after playing the reluctant virgin card, and I had zero emotional attachment to my anal virginity, if such a thing existed.

"Push out while it goes in. Take it easy. You can do it. This dildo is on the small side. It's more about relaxation than you having to stretch to take it," she coached.

I reached around to help hold the dildo and guide it. Her aim was off slightly to the front, making it at risk to go into my pussy. I settled my weight on the pole, and it just pushed my anus around and didn't go in. I tried a couple more times, and the tip finally began to open me. But the alignment with my body wasn't as good in this position as a vaginal entry would have been. "Do you think I can squat on it?" I asked. Instead of being on my knees straddling her, I went to my feet and tried to squat. I had to grip the back of the couch for support, but it was actually fairly comfortable.

"Sit on it, gorgeous." She took control of the dildo and held it steady.

She found my pussylips again as I lowered. "Wrong hole," I teased as she fixed her aim.

Now it was easier for sure. The penis was aligned perfectly, and all I had to do was let go of some body weight I was holding back. Once I relaxed enough, the dildo surprised me when it suddenly entered. A sharp pain, and then I slid down rapidly until my ass had engulfed my entire half of her strapless dildo. "It's in. Ugggh. Fuck, that hurts," I whined.

"Good job, all the way down on the first try," she said. "Don't pull it out, get used to it now."

"Once the head was in, the rest was easy," I said. I rested my butt on her thighs to try to get used to the fullness before moving. The pain was localized near the front where the tight muscles guarded the entrance. They were protesting the unnatural act with involuntary, painful spasms. "God I hate you right now. You are such a bitch." I joked.

"I know, I am. Totally worth it," she replied. I breathed and focused on relaxing, and gradually the pain went away, for the most part. "Ride my cock, baby. Let's see what you got. Don't let it out all the way yet or it kind of stings going back in."