Becoming a Slut (part 4 of series)

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Part 4 of my series Good girl becomes hot woman

Oh fuck, so good. My stomach tensing, legs shaking, taking my breath away. Fuck I was coming, coming so hard. My left hand pinching the nipple on my right breast, biting down on my bottom lip. Faster now, head rolling. “Huh, huh, huh. Oh fuck, oh fuck, aaahhhh.” I dropped the little pink vibrator which I had been using on my clitoris. I slammed my thighs shut tight around my hand which was still clamped tightly over my pussy. Another tiny orgasm followed, just like an aftershock from the earthquake that was my original explosion.

Bev had been right, it was the best thing that I had ever bought. I told her it was a waste of money as I’d never use it, she told me that once I did, I would never stop.

The following weekend I had arranged to go to Chester, shopping with Bev. Although it was a Saturday, we weren’t going out. Bev was going on a ‘hen do’ to Magaluf in a few months time and had asked me if I wanted to go and share a room with her. I said I would love to go but it would mean I’d have to stay in every weekend until then to pay for the trip and buy some new clothes. So that was the plan, a day out shopping then a girl’s night in and Bev was going to sleep over. She was going to have my room and I was going to sleep in Shane’s single bed. She arrived at my house nice and early, just as I was saying bye to Shane as he got into his dad’s car. Shane had taken an instant shine to Bev. He greeted her with a hug and she walked over to the car with him, chatting before he left.

“Was that Gary?” She asked. “I tell you what kid. I’d do him.”

“You keep your mucky paws off him.” I said, but I actually meant it. I couldn’t believe that I was still jealous even though I had split from Gary almost 8 years previously.

As we chatted over a coffee before we left, Bev joked about how I would still fuck Gary given the chance, I told her it would never happen.

Then I just blurted out. “I did it.”

“You fucked him?” She asked. Shocked.

“No” I could feel myself blushing. “I did it yesterday. I used my vibrator.”

Bev fell about laughing.

“You’ve had it for over 3 weeks, and yesterday was the first time you’ve used it?” She asked.

I told her that it was the first time because I hadn’t been sure about it.

Bev, still laughing and opening the overnight bag that she had brought with her, said “I use mine almost every day. I’ve even brought one with me in case I feel the need tonight.”

She produced a purple rabbit, the type that she had tried to convince me to buy. She pressed a couple of buttons and the ears started to vibrate and the thick shaft began to gyrate up and down and around and around.

“This one is fucking fantastic.”

I was still blushing, bright pink, but smiling now too.

“So how was it?” She asked.

I broke into a giggle.

“You loved it didn’t you? Admit it. How many times did you come?”

I finally admitted that it had been amazing and that I would be using it regularly from now on.

“So who were you thinking about? Was it Gary?”

I said that I hadn’t been thinking about anyone, but if I had then it definitely wouldn’t be Gary. Bev said that I was talking shit, and that she always thought about someone or istanbul travesti other. I finally admitted that I had been thinking about Ray.

“Well, I started thinking about him, then it sort if changed half way through.”

“Ahh that happens with me all the time, great isn’t it?” Bev said. “So who did it change to?”

I laughed, “Well you remember those two blokes that we took back to yours?”

“Fuck me, I hadn’t even given them a second thought.” She said “can’t even remember their names to be honest with you.”

“Mine was Gaz” I said.

“Whatever. So you were fantasising about Gaz then?”

“No.”

Bev looked confused.

“The bloke you were with was nicer. His clothes fitted him really well, and when I heard the noises coming from your bedroom it did turn me on, he just sort of appeared in my mind just before I came”

Bev was laughing, “You dirty bitch, thinking about me fucking.”

We were both laughing.

Bev opened her eyes wide. “I’ve just realised. You weren’t jilling yourself off thinking about some bloke. You were thinking about me!”

She was pretending to look shocked but was clearly joking. “My god, Shaz you big lezzer, you love me. Do you want to touch my lady bits?”

I was so embarrassed but she did have me laughing hysterically. She continued to mock me for the next half an hour until Mandy arrived to join us for our shopping trip.

The first thing Bev did was to ask Mandy if she knew that her little sister was a lesbian. Mandy looked at me and I just shook my head. She knew Bev well enough to not take it any further. We had a good day shopping, and then we had a meal and a couple of drinks, then got the train home. We had a couple of glasses of wine at my house.

Mandy was the sensible one as Bev and me got quite drunk pretty quickly. She said that she was going to get off home and leave us drunks to it. Despite Bev saying that we hadn’t even had a fashion show to model the clothes that we had bought that day, Mandy insisted that she was going home to model for her husband instead.

We got talking about the trip and I was really excited. Coming from a family of 8 children, I had never had a holiday as my parents could never afford it. Bev said it would be fantastic but I had better get my slutty head on because she had no intention of having any dry nights while she was there.

Another couple of drinks and Bev insisted that we should try on our new clothes, to ensure, in her words, that we could have our pick of the blokes in Magaluf.

I went upstairs to change leaving Bev to do so in the living room. I picked out black dress which fell about mid thigh, and when I looked in the mirror I thought it looked quite nice. I went back down and Bev had already changed into a little blue sparkly dress which just about covered her knickers. Wow, fair play, she looked stunning.

“Whoa! Look at you girl.” Bev said as I walked into the room. “Ain’t no guy gonna be able to keep their hands off you.”

I laughed as she walked over to me and lowering her voice to try to sound like a man,

She said “Hey baby, heaven must be missing an angel tonight. Do you wanna come back to my room and make some sweet music?”

I was laughing as she put her arms istanbul travestileri around me and started to dance. I danced with her and told her that if any man really tried a corny line like that then he definitely wouldn’t be taking me back to his room.

“Oh baby you are a sweet thing.” She continued with the same deep voice.

I was laughing as she ran her hands up and down my back as we danced.

I was still laughing as she started kissing my neck. She grabbed my bum and pulled me onto her, rubbing her pubis hard against me. Still talking in her deep voice.

“Feel how hard you make me baby.”

I laughed as she grabbed my hand and placed it onto the front of her knickers, underneath her dress.

“Stroke my big cock baby, it’s all for you!”

She was moving my hand up and down the front of her knickers. I was still laughing.

The deep voice again, “oh yeah baby, you know what daddy likes.”

She was kissing my neck. One hand on the back of my head and the other stroking my bottom now. I had stopped laughing. Although she had removed her hand, I was still stroking her. She felt so hot down there, so wet. She pulled my face towards her and we kissed. Still stroking her through her knickers, I could feel her slit now. I rubbed my finger along it, still kissing. Then her hand moved around to the front, inside my knickers, stroking my clit, fuck this is too nice.

“Oh Shaz you’re fucking soaking, you want this as much as I do”

I pulled her hand away. “No Bev, please.”

I pushed her away and ran up the stairs to the bathroom. I heard her following me so I quickly locked the door. Fuck! My heart was beating out of my chest. What the fuck had just happened? I heard Bev knocking at the door.

“Come on Shaz. I’m sorry, that shouldn’t have happened. I just got carried away messing about.”

I didn’t reply. She continued to apologise and said that nothing had really happened and it was just messing around and too much wine.

“Just give me five minutes please Bev, I’m okay, just need a minute.”

She told me that she just wasn’t used to the wine and apologised again and said “My fault babe, please don’t let it spoil our friendship.”

I heard her go downstairs and began to compose myself. She was right, nothing had really happened. We were both just drunk and I really didn’t want to lose her as a friend. I washed my face a went downstairs.

As I entered the room Bev came over to hug me. She was crying.

“So sorry babe, I’m just a fucking drunken tit. Please don’t hate me.”

We hugged and cried. Then Bev began laughing. I didn’t know why but I just couldn’t help myself from laughing too. We stood there hugging and laughing hysterically.

Eventually she pulled away “wiw you pweees stiw be my fwend?” She asked, this time pouting and using a silly baby voice.

I laughed and hugged her again. She had broken the ice and the awkward atmosphere disappeared immediately.

I made us a cup of tea each as we decided that it was safer to stay well away from the wine. We chatted and joked for another hour until I decided that I needed to go to bed.

“OK babe.” She said, “I’ll wait down here for a few minutes, just in case you need to get anything out of your travesti istanbul bedside drawer.” She winked and blew me a kiss. I just shook my head and smiled as I began to climb the stairs.

“Oh Sharron.” I heard her call.

I popped my head back around the door. She had her back to me and was bending over slightly with her dress raised enough to show off her knickers. She looked over her shoulder and seductively said “I can’t blame you for fancying me, I am as hot as fuck!”

Cheeky butch had no shame!

I laughed to myself as I used the bathroom and had a quick wash before bed. I began to think about my vibe, it was in my bedside drawer. Had Bev seen it? What difference did it make if she had? She knew I owned one, She had recommended it to me. I would get it just in case I felt the need for it. Fuck me! Why be so embarrassed? Bev wasn’t my Mother, and she had even brought her own with her.

I walked into the bedroom and quickly opened my top drawer, it was there. I’d had a bad feeling that Bev may have moved it, but no, there it was. I picked it out of the drawer and headed across the landing to what was to be my bedroom for the night. As I entered the bedroom I heard Bev coming up the stairs,

“Sweet dreams babe. I’ll be thinking of you” she called.

“Whatever.” I replied as I shut the bedroom door.

I was writhing, sweating, kissing her, responding to her touch. Bev was on top of me, we were both naked, our hard nipples brushing against each other, tongues jousting. I pushed the hair from her face as I pulled her to me. Our legs were scissored together, I was grinding my pussy against her smooth sexy thigh and she was doing the same with me. I could feel her soaking wet pussy sliding along my thigh. Shane’s cheap single bed creaked in protest. Her hand was there now, pushing her palm hard onto my clit. A finger inside me, expertly knowing exactly how to touch me. I was bucking against her hand, she was licking my nipples, nibbling, sucking. She made her way down my stomach, oh god she was licking my pussy. Her hands on my breasts, squeezing my little boobs. Her tongue darted in and out of my pussy, oh my god, I was ready to burst. I arched my hips to meet her searching tongue. She sucked my clit into her mouth. Oh fuck! I bucked against her, my hands on the back of her head forcing her face into my pussy. I was coming. Coming hard!

“Ahhhh, oh fuck, oh fuuuck.”

I could feel myself soaking wet, feel my juices running down my bottom, soaking the bed. My pussy muscles contracting against the vibrator which was firmly pushed up inside me, pulsating against my g.spot.

Slowly I came down, covered in sweat and panting furiously. Fuck! What had just happened? I couldn’t believe that I had just masturbated thinking about Bev making love to me. Shit! Had she heard me? She must have. I’d heard her earlier on, I think that’s what had started me off. Oh fuck this had to stop. I wasn’t a lesbian, I needed a cock to put me back on the right road.

The following morning Bev came downstairs, she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. We were both really badly hung over.

“Strange night eh?” She said.

“That’s one way to put it.” I replied, obviously embarrassed.

“Forget about it kid, I will. And in future we’ll avoid the red wine.”

I laughed and hugged her again.

“Come on.” She said, “I think we’d better get the bed sheets changed before Shane gets back from his Dad’s”

She had heard me then, oh well, too late to worry about it now. Roll on Magaluf, it was going to be epic!

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