Learning I'm Submissive

I met up with Kevin for a movie, we went back to my house and snuck in trying not to wake my parents so we could have a quickie. Once in my room, we quickly got into a heated embrace. We started fucking doggy style and Kevin, being Kevin, decided to start fucking my ass without warning. I moaned, not even realizing I had said the wrong name, "Yes, Kelly, pound my ass, go deeper."

Kevin immediately stopped and was pissed. "What the fuck are you talking about, why did you say Kelly?"

I didn't have a good answer and made the situation worse when I answered. "Oh, it's just because I was thinking about me and Kelly shopping is all."

"That's messed up. What, is our sex not good enough for you to keep your mind off shopping?" He asked, angrily.

"No, baby, come on just forget about it, let's keep fucking," I pleaded, still quite horny.

"I'm out of here," he said in a huff.

That night, I got myself off, my mind automatically replaying my submission to Kelly and not my quickie with Kevin.

The next day, I told Kelly about what had happened (I tell her everything) and she mocked me. "Just another sign you want to be my little slut."

"It doesn't mean that at all," I protested, although I wasn't sure why I accidentally said her name.

"Plus, he is just jealous that you want my big toy cock over his tiny cock," she smiled.

"He doesn't know about your big cock," I pointed out.

"But you do," she smiled meaningfully.

"You know the sex between Kevin me is good," I countered, always satisfied by him in the past.

"And you know our sex is great," she said with a smirk.

"I'm not a lesbian!" I protested again.

She countered, moving directly in front of me and whispering, "You will be."

My pussy gushed at her tone as I stammered, "W-w-will not."

"Denial is cute on you," she smiled, before winking at me and heading off to class.

A couple days later, she was writing her senior paper while I was studying for a chemistry test when I got pulled deeper into my submission to Kelly.

She was at my computer desk with writer's block and getting very frustrated when she said, "I think I need a break."

I looked up, "Snacks?"

"For you," she nodded, rolling the chair away from the desk.

I instantly knew what she was insinuating. She wanted me under my desk licking her while she worked. I said, "You're not serious?"

"You said you wanted a snack?" She shrugged, pulling off her yoga pants.

"I meant real food," I countered.

"This is very nourishing," she countered back, pulling her panties off.

I didn't move, even though again my mouth was watering, a condition that was frustrating.

"Now, my pet," she ordered, sliding forward in her chair.

"I'm not your pet," I protested weakly.

She opened her legs to showcase her shaved pussy and asked knowingly, "You haven't stopped thinking about servicing me have you, Liz?"

My face went red. Deciding to counter my embarrassment at the fact that she was right, I sarcastically responded crudely, "Yes, Kelly, all I think about is eating your box."

Ignoring my sarcasm, she nodded, "I know, Liz. You're still in denial, but I know you better than you know yourself, and you crave this."

"Crave what?" I questioned, frustrated by just how well she knew me.

"Submission to me," she shrugged, her finger going to her pussy.

"That's silly," I pointed out. "I just like sex."

"Exactly," she nodded, "now come get your snack."

"Fine!" I said dramatically, as if I was just doing it because she was nagging me. I crawled under the desk, my desk, and she rolled the chair back towards me putting me between her legs.

Deciding to tease her, I kissed and licked her thighs for a little while until she said annoyed, "Don't you have a job to do?"

"Sorry" I apologized absurdly and I began licking her pussy lips.

"That's better my lesbian slut, keep licking just like that," she moaned, which oddly made me happy to know she was enjoying it. I kept licking and darting my tongue in between her folds until she demanded, "Finger fuck me while you lick me with your slutty tongue"

Once again I quickly obeyed and inserted 2 fingers inside her wetness.

"You like this don't you Liz, pleasing your best friend?" Kelly questioned.

I had to admit it was very hot and sexy to be eating her pussy under the desk and I admitted, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" She questioned.

"Yes, I like it," I admitted, between licks.

"You like what, liz?" She asked, her tone annoyed at my short answers

"I like pleasing your pussy," I added.

"Is it getting you horny?" She asked.

"Yes," I again admitted, my panties wet.

"Good girl, finger me faster to get your reward, slut," she demanded, as her moans increased.

I sped up, remembering what my reward was the last time, getting fucked with that nice big black strap-on. She finally started quivering and then let loose on my face. I licked completely throughout her orgasm, not wanting to miss any of her addicting cum.

"Good girl, did you like your reward?" she asked, a minute later as she rolled the chair back.

"What, I didn't cum?" I asked, puzzled, thinking of the strap-on.

"Oh, I wasn't planning on getting you off, you have Kevin for that. Go bounce on him"

"Than what was my reward?" I asked again, incredulously.

"You got my cum like I know you have been thinking about since the other night," she shrugged, standing up and reaching for her panties.

Although that was true, I couldn't admit it, so I texted Kevin:

Need your cock now!

I waited fifteen minutes for a response while trying to study, but he didn't answer.

"No response from small dick?" She asked.

"His dick is fine," I said, even as I envisioned her bigger strap-on.

"You'd take mine over his any day," she challenged.

"I'd sure take it now," I countered, still horny from pleasuring her.

"I only fuck people who know their place," she smiled, turning around in the chair to face me.

"Know their place?" I questioned, even though I had a hunch where she was going with this.

"Yes, the hierarchy of sexual submission," she said.

"I assume you're on the top," I smiled, trying to keep it playful.

"Both figuratively and literally," she smiled, standing up and walking towards me on the bed.

Rolling from my tummy onto my side I asked, "But what if I want to be on top?"

She pushed me onto my back, quickly pulled her panties off, straddle my face and clarified, "There can only be one top."

She lowered her cunt back onto my face, and I instinctively did as expected...I pleasured her.

"That's it, my slut," she moaned. "You're such a good pussy pleaser."

The strange compliment turned me on even more.

After a few minutes of licking, she began bouncing on my face. The act was naughty and awkward, yet it again only enhanced my eagerness as she used me for her own personal pleasure. Suddenly she collapsed her cunt on me and began rubbing back and forth, literally grinding on my face. Seconds later, my face, already very wet from her cunt, was drenched as she came a second time.

I continued licking throughout her orgasm, frustratingly becoming addicted to her pussy juices.

When she finally got off me, she said, "You lucky girl...two treats in one evening."

My eyes went wide, as I questioned" "You're not going to return the favour?"

"I'm not a dyke, you are," she shrugged returning to the computer chair.

"You fucking bitch," I snapped, annoyed as hell.

She stood up and asked, "You really want to come?"

My body was literally trembling with need. She went to my wall of Barbies; I know, I was eighteen and still had Barbies, but most were collectible and still in their boxes, and grabbed my only open Ken doll.

I stammered, "W-w-what are you doing?"

"Letting you get fucked by a real man," she smiled, joining me on the bed.

"You can't be serious," I questioned.

"Spread those legs, slut," she ordered, roughly pulling my legs apart.

"It's a doll," I said, pointing out the obvious.

"And your newest fuck toy," she smiled, as she immediately slipped it in my very wet cunt.

"Fuuuuuuck," I screamed, both out of shock at what she had just shoved in my cunt and at the pleasure of how good it surprisingly felt.

"Shit, you easily took Ken's head," she laughed, as she began pumping the Ken doll in and out of me.

"You put his head in?" I moaned, shocked that she had chosen that end.

"His head is like the mushroom top of a cock," she shrugged, continuing to pump half of a Barbie toy in and out of my burning cunt.

"Oh God," I moaned a few seconds later, my long denied orgasm building quickly.

"Oh God, fuck me faster," I demanded.

"With what?" She questioned, her tone hinting at how clearly amused she was.

"Fuck my cunt with my Ken doll," I demanded desperately, the desire to come overriding any sort of humility.

"You mean your new Ken fuck toy?" She corrected.

"Yes, my Ken fuck-toy," I mindlessly agreed, my orgasm already near eruption.

"Come, my little lez slut," she demanded, slamming the Ken doll in me and suddenly flicking my clit with her finger.

"Oh God, oh God, oh, oh, oh, fucking fuuuuuuuck," I incoherently babbled and screamed as the double pleasure created a powerful orgasm that coursed through me.

As my orgasm continued to bring me pleasure, she pulled the doll out and said, "You really are one insatiable slut."

"Takes one to know one," I quipped, trying to regain my breath.

"Touché," she winked, tossed the Ken doll on the bed and quipped, "in case you need another orgasm."

The next hour, we actually did school work, and once she left for home, after reminding me I was her pussy slut, I grabbed the still sticky Ken doll and fucked myself to another orgasm.

It was a week later, a week where Kelly constantly called me her pussy pleaser, pet, slave, lesbo slut, and her new favorite nickname, Lizzie Lezzie and yet she never once allowed me to please her again. The teasing, mixed with the constant hunger I had to taste her again, got me constantly horny and with Kevin still aloof since the accidental Kelly utterance, my Ken doll had indeed become my new best friend.

Then one Friday night, a night Kevin and I had been planning for a couple weeks, he picked me up and instead of going for a fancy dinner like we were supposed to for our six month anniversary, he broke up with me.

He gave me some bullshit about how it had to happen anyways since we would be going off to different colleges soon. I told him he was making a huge mistake and broke down. I called Kelly and asked her to pick me up at the 7-11 that was across the street from where Kevin had so eloquently dumped me.

As I left his car, I said, "You'll regret this you dumb fuck." I slammed the door and then, cold spite taking over, I opened the door again and added, "Plus, you have the smallest dick I have ever seen."

"Bitch," he snapped back, as I slammed the door a second time.

I smiled as I got in one last shot, thinking that Kelly's strap-on and my Ken doll both satisfied me more than his tiny cock anyways. I waited ten minutes, and as soon as Kelly pulled up I broke down and cried as she hugged me. The ride home was a blur of mixed emotions. I thought I loved him and I thought he loved me; yet now I didn't understand what love was.

When we got to her place we changed into pajamas and I laid on her lap on the couch as we watched our favourite movie: Grease.

Kelly, who was always a good friend, regardless of the sexual tension power trip that had transpired the past few weeks, said all the stuff a good friend should:

"Fuck Kevin." (Which made me laugh since that was what probably led to the break-up)
"Who needs a boy." (Which was ironic considering my greatest sexual pleasure lately was with Kelly)
"I never liked him." (Which was obvious...she tolerated him, just like he tolerated her)
"He made a mistake letting you go." (This is exactly what I had said to him)

She said all that and much more while wiping the tears from my eyes and gently caressing my hair. I fell asleep resting on her lap so she snuck away and got a pillow and blanket and covered me up.

I awoke the next morning to discover this, and that she was passed out on the floor next to the couch.

She woke up a few minutes later and gave me a big hug. I was happy to have a friend like her. She declared, "Today is no clothing day."

"What?" I asked.

"Well, my parents are still in Europe or Africa or wherever," she said.

"You're geography skills are alarming," I joked, standing up to stretch.

"Get undressed," Kelly ordered, as she stripped in her living room.

"Yes, drill sergeant," I quipped, saluting her.

"Oh, I can be a drill sergeant, all right," she smiled, the innuendo obvious.

Once we were both naked, she suggested, "You need a shower."

"Are you saying I stink?" I joked.

"No," she smiled, "I'm saying you look like a fucking circus freak from all your crying last night."

I laughed and headed to the shower. I wasn't in there two minutes, when I heard Kelly come into the bathroom. A second later she was in the shower with me.

I went to make a joke about how this is how porn movies start when she leaned in and kissed me. We had kissed each other before to tease our boyfriends, but this was different. Yes, I had eaten her pussy on a few occasions, but that was sex. This was different. It was tender, intimate and all consuming. I melted into her lips and into her as our hands explored each other's bodies. Kissing her felt so much more natural than anything I had ever done...Kevin was a distant memory...the one I really loved was right in front of me.

She washed my body; I washed hers.

Out of the shower, Kelly acted normal as we sat on the couch...utterly naked. I was confused. My feelings for Kelly had changed. Sure, I loved her and adored her...but now that had shifted from friend to...well...that is what I couldn't figure out. The kiss opened a door I didn't know existed. I was a wild girl who loved sex so eating her out was just sex. But now I wanted it to be more than just sex.

As we watched Grease 2...a greatly undervalued movie, if you ask me, she caught me taking quick glimpses of her legs, her breasts and her body.

Twenty minutes into the movie which I wasn't really watching, she asked, "Liz, is something distracting you?"

I feigned, "oh no, I'm just still upset." I could feel my cheeks turning red as I looked back at the television.

"It seemed to me you were starting at my boobs," she pointed out.

God, she was good. "I was not! I was just staring off into space is all," I lied.

As she joked about how it was ludicrous they couldn't tell who was the 'Cool Rider', I returned to staring at her...I couldn't help it. A locked part of me had been unlocked and it was consuming my very being.

She smiled, "Are you staring into space again?"

"What?" I asked, distracted, thinking of sucking on her big DD tits.

"Do you want to score tonight?" She quipped, mocking the song currently playing on the screen.

Without even thinking, I leaned forward and kissed her. We kissed for an eternity, before she broke the kiss and offered, "Go ahead."

"What?" I asked, completely smitten with my best friend.

"Play with my tits," she offered, somehow reading my mind again...she really did know me better than I knew myself.

I leaned forward and cupped her massive breasts. "May I suck them?" I asked, a moment later.

"I insist," she smiled.

I kissed them, licked them, and nibbled them, in awe of how big they were.

"That's it Lizzie Lezzie, worship my tits," she moaned.

"They're so big," I whispered, continuing to swirl my tongue around her nipple.

"You have nice tits too," she complimented.

"They're so small compared to yours," I retorted.

"They're perfect," she smiled, pulling me back up for another kiss.

Our breasts were pressed together as our tongues explored each other's mouths.

Breaking the kiss, she said, "I only do this on special occasions."

"Do what?" I asked, gazing into her green eyes.

"This," she smiled, pushing me onto the couch and burying her face in my cunt.

"Oh, God," I moaned instantly. For someone who didn't eat cunt, she was making me feel amazing. Kevin just roamed around aimlessly the rare time he went down on me, but Kelly explored every inch of my pussy.

"You like this, my pet?" she asked, as her tongue parted my pussy lips.

"I love it," I moaned.

"Tell me what you are," she said, as she moved up to my swollen clit.

"Your pet," I answered, without reservation.

She slid her finger inside my pussy and as she pleasured my clit, she found my elusive (I hadn't even been sure it really existed) g-spot. Instantly, my legs stiffened, my body erupted and I flooded my best friend's face as I screamed, "Fuuuuck, yes, I lovvve you."

She continued licking me until I pushed her away and whined, "Too sensitive."

She sat up and said, "I may do that on more than special occasions."

"You look extra hot with pussy juice all over your face," I countered.

"I think it is time for you to have a similar look," she retorted, straddling my face on the couch, as I sat back.

I didn't hesitate, licking her pussy eagerly.

I replicated the pleasing she had given to me.

"Stop teasing me, slut," she moaned, not liking to be teased.

"As you wish," I replied, sliding two fingers in her cunt and searching for her g-spot. It took some work, especially in my awkward position, but when I did she erupted.

"Oh fuck, yes you cunt licking, slutttttttt," she screamed, grabbing my head and coming all over my face.

I lapped up her juice as if it was wine, savoring every last drop.

As she sat back down beside me, she smiled, "You look good covered in cunt juice, too."

"It's the newest accessory," I smiled.

She laughed and said, "I love you, too, Liz."

I smiled, a warmth pouring through me, "Ditto."

"Did you just 'Ghost' me?' she asked with a smile.

"No," I teased, "I was Patrick Swayze-ing you."

She leaned in and kissed me again. When she broke it, she smiled, "So, revenge on Kevin."

"I'm listening," I smiled, although I no longer gave a fuck, literally and figuratively about the small dicked wonder.

"He has a lot of cute friends," she smiled, her devious sexy mind hard at work.

"Yes, yes he does," I nodded, before adding, "although I'd rather just keep fucking you."

"Oh, that you will, my pet," she smiled, before adding, "but that doesn't mean we can't have other fun too."

"Like what?" I smiled, reading her mind, "A Kevin's friends' gangbang?"

"That is exactly what I am thinking," she smiled, before adding, "although I was thinking orgy."

THE END