"I want to become orgasmic."

Usually I’m quick off the mark but this time she had stumped me.

"What the hell does that mean? ‘Become orgasmic.’ How on earth did you come up with that?"

We were sitting in a café inside one of the local bookshops in town. It was rare that we managed to have a day off work together so we took advantage of them whenever we could. Cara loved browsing round the bookshops, and I could usually be found checking out the latest fashions. For a few months now, I had secretly wanted to be more to Cara than the other girl sleeping in the other room. I wanted to be her mate, in her bed. But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, and my trepidations were warranted. None of Cara’s relationships lasted very long, and those she had were few and far between.

"It’s a book I spotted in a bookshop the other day. In fact, I think it was this one." She smiled wryly. "Becoming Orgasmic," she went on, "is a sexual and personal growth programme for women."

Cara’s pretty features screwed up into an expression of enthusiasm. She looked at me with brown eyes widened with a passion of a different kind to the one that I wished I saw, and her rosy lips had parted slightly. Damn, she was so beautiful, so alive.

I, on the other hand, had my fair share of attention but never considered myself in the same league. I had shoulder length red hair and green eyes. Below them a spatter of freckles emphasised my cheekbones. I stood a couple of inches shorter than Cara at 5ft 6. My figure was trim and well in proportion to my height. I could never understand why she always needed to revamp her life with these special programmes. She was already fabulous.

I shook my head. "You’ve lost me Cara. What the hell would an orgasmic programme involve?" I stumbled slightly with the ‘O’ word. I dreaded to think what people would be thinking if they overheard our conversation.

She was silent for a few minutes with that intent look she sometimes gets. For the first time, I realized how much it bothered me that Cara had so few lovers. It seemed more often than not she was alone, and I believed that her poor view of herself affected Cara’s ability to find someone she felt would love her.

"Well this book, Becoming Orgasmic tells of a number of sexual exercises you can do. I need a partner to practice with. That’s what I don’t have. A partner."

Ah. So that was it. She suggested that I fill that spot, that I practice helping her become orgasmic.

"Why me? Why choose me to be your partner?" My heart beat faster and I could feel my panties becoming damp at the thought of us together. I looked at her eager face and although I was excited at the prospect of helping her with this, I couldn’t help but think that it would have a detrimental effect on our friendship.

"Wouldn’t it be better for you to wait until you found a boyfriend?"

She didn’t say a word, just gave me that famous look she had. I caved. "Okay. How about showing me the book and perhaps we can go from there."

I stared into my coffee as she ran off to find the book. It was easier to concentrate on the swirling white froth of milk than it was to consider what I was getting myself into. I hoped that she wouldn’t be able to find it. There was a part of me that didn’t want to go any further with this idea but there was also that selfish bit that did. It was that fraction of desire that was playing havoc with my emotions, wetting my lips. My clit throbbed as the rest of me fought for a semblance of control.

Cara returned and triumphantly slammed the book on the table in front of me. It had an attractive white cover with reddish-purplish butterflies below the title, which seemed apt considering what was flitting around in my stomach. The word ORGASMIC was printed in red, bringing my mind back to my irritated clit. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

I had a look at the back of the book and casually flipped through the chapters. After a few minutes of silence I looked at Cara and tried not to blush.

"Okay. I’m intrigued. How do you want to play this?"

Cara rushed off to purchase the book with a silly grin on her face.

We took the bus home. Cara grabbed my hand, already damp with perspiration. I snatched it away, and frantically rubbed it on my thigh to remove the beads of sweat.

I mouthed ‘Sorry’ as her eyes filled up with tears. "I’m sorry." I said again. "I didn’t mean to be rude. I don’t know what’s up with me." I did know, I suppose, but couldn’t bring myself to talk about it.

Cara stood, readjusted her bag so it sat on her hip, and said that she would see me at home. With that, she got off the bus two stops early. I watched her go and thought that she was holding herself together much better than I was. I felt a quivering wreck with feelings for her that grew stronger; all my doubts recklessly pounding away trying to convince the rest of me that I was about to do the wrong thing.

I returned home sooner than Cara and was busy making myself a cup of tea when she entered the kitchen. She immediately switched the kettle off and held up the bottle of wine she had bought.

"I think you need something stronger than tea right now." She busied herself getting glasses and retrieved the bottle opener from a drawer. "I noticed you’re all wobbly. Not like yourself." She winked at me.

She still hadn’t answered my question that I had asked earlier that day. I was still interested as to why she chose me to be her orgasmic partner.

"Well you are absolutely perfect. You like women so you know better than most what to do. You’re more likely to be sensitive and gentle, and we know each other. Simple."
I wasn’t sure.

"Surely knowing each other makes things trickier, more complicated?"

Cara stopped pouring the wine to look at me. "So that’s why you’re all nervy. Okay, I should have realised. It doesn’t have to be complicated at all. We’ll just see how it goes. If it looks like things are going funny then we can stop, can’t we?"

She came over and put her arms round me. "Look, I don’t want anything to ruin our friendship either but this is what friends are all about, isn’t it? Helping one another. Everything will be fine, trust me."

I smiled and Cara passed me a glass of wine. We made a toast: to becoming orgasmic.

It didn’t take me long to loosen up after a few glasses of wine. I did feel though that this whole situation was contrived. It had no romantic or spontaneous feeling to it. It wasn’t how I wanted it to be. I wanted to court Cara, to wine and dine her, to make her feel special. I couldn’t see how I could do that in this forced scenario.

Cara turned the lighting down low and had music playing softly in the background. I sat in the corner of the room clad in my dressing gown. We had both decided to change into something more comfortable. Noting my empty glass, Cara poured me another drink and refilled her own. She knelt down in front of me.

"So," I said, softly. "What do you have in mind?"
I lifted her chin up towards me with one finger. I felt more like myself and wanted everything to be as good as it could be.

"Well, I’ve only read snippets from the book, but it’s a start." Cara stumbled over her words, licking her lips nervously. I couldn’t believe this. Only a few hours ago, Cara had been confidant but now she had started to display signs of nervousness whilst I had regained my sense of composure.

"There are a lot of things that don’t apply to us in the book, so I’ve chosen something that we could do together that doesn’t involve anything too heavy."

I shrugged. "Sounds good to me." I brought my lips close to hers. She hesitated as if not sure of my intentions but I quashed her doubts and ran my tongue along her bottom lip. In immediate response she thrust her own through my parted lips and kissed me deeply. My mouth was firm on hers and I could sense her struggle to draw breath. The passion I felt was overwhelming. Eventually I stood up and led her upstairs to my bedroom.

We both removed our clothes and lay down on the bed facing one another. She whispered to me that we should just touch one another but not the most obvious parts of our bodies. That was the exercise. Tentatively she reached out and touched my arms and shoulders with her fingertips.

With gentle fingers I ran my fingers over her skin. It was soft and smooth. We explored each other’s bodies taking care to exclude nipples, breasts and pussies in our exploration. Eventually Cara propped her head on one hand and closed her eyes. I could see her breathing grow deeper and regular and I thought at one point she had fallen asleep.

I whispered, "Cara?"

She opened her eyes and turned her head to me. "I’m not asleep, though I feel so relaxed. I love what you’re doing to me. It feels amazing. How can I describe it-?" She paused for a second before continuing, "Like the first time I ever masturbated. It feels so good."

I ran my fingers over her hair, delighting in the sleek shiny texture and the scent that I disturbed with the warmth of my touch. Eventually she lay back onto the bed and placed her arms down by her sides. Now I had access to all parts of the front of her beautiful body and I lost no time discovering wonders of a new indulgence for me.

I followed the path of my fingers with my lips, kissing and caressing every inch. My tongue traced tiny circles savouring the saltiness of her skin as I travelled downwards towards her pussy. I moved my body closer to her so that my belly pressed into her hip. I wanted to be close, to melt into her heat. She must have felt the same as she entwined her legs with mine. Our interlocked limbs drew the lower parts of our bodies nearer. I pressed my pubic mound into hers and we ground together.

She moaned as my lips again found hers, my tongue probing within her mouth. Our kiss grew stronger and deepened with each passing second. We were touching still but no longer with our fingers.  

"Oh my god, Bev." she murmured.

"Sssh." I placed one finger on her parted lips. "Don’t say anything. Just enjoy." I moved on top of her and raised myself up onto my hands so my hair fell over her face. I placed one knee in between her thighs and gently prised them further apart.

Her nipples were erect and I captured one into my mouth, sucking hard so it stiffened further. I moved onto the next, tracing a circle round the bottom of each, and then running over the peak with the tip with my tongue. Cara arched her back. Her movement forced her breasts further into my mouth. They felt soft against my chin as I suckled like a baby. My own hung down so that her stomach quivered as they brushed back and forth across her body. I gasped as my nipples became rigid and engorged with blood.

I could smell the scent of her arousal as I neared my goal. Her pussy lips glistened with her juices as my lips and tongue passed through the perfectly formed ringlets of pubic hair. I passed by her clitoris to pay attention to the sensitive spot just below it. I rubbed gently at that spot with the flat of my tongue, listening to Cara’s vocal responses to my caresses. Every now and again I would flick gently at her bud, teasing her to an orgasmic frenzy as she writhed on the bed. As I sensed her climax approaching I moved down to the entrance of her vagina, sweeping up and down with long strokes, before going back to the small area below her clitoris. I delighted in the taste of her juices, warm and sweet and lapped up as much as I could.

Before too long I was rewarded as Cara’s body bucked as waves of pleasure ran through her whole body. I continued to suck and lick as her climax eventually ebbed away.
"Wow," she breathed. "That was something else."

I clambered back on top of her and covered her face with small kisses. I stayed that way until her breathing slowed. She placed her hands on my waist and rolled me over until she was lying on top. She brushed the hair back from my eyes and whispered, "Well, I don’t think we’ll need that book after all."

I looked at her with surprise. "Why on earth not?"

"Oh, I’m glad I bought it because if I hadn’t I don’t think I would have ever found you, and I know now what has been missing from my life. It’s been sitting in front of me all this time and I didn’t even realise it was there."

She laughed, and as she brought her lips back down on mine, I couldn’t help but think that was the sweetest thing I had ever heard.

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