I wore a tight black punjabi dress feeling that i am a heroine. I went there but there were no one in there but only the director and the cameraman. I...asked the director what to do. He said that it was a heroine scene towards a mirror and to praise the beauty of the hero. I understood the scene and got onto the set. I sat opposite to the mirror and started admiring the hero. Suddenly the director said that the scene will be continued with the undressing of clothes and bathing of the heroine. I. .. Until I had sex for the first time." I blurted it out, not sure how else to say it.Sally was quiet. Whether taking this in or simply waiting for me to continue I wasn't sure. "When?" After I arrived at college."She glanced at me. I could feel the pain of her remembering our break up. Just like I was. "Ral, I'm..." Don't apologize. You don't have to. I understand."She nodded and continued focusing on driving. "Where should we go?"I had a couple of ideas on that, but Renée, Erin, Chloe and. I shook my head and sat in my chair to take another hit. As the smoke filled my lungs, I heard the first few notes and closed my eyes.It was a song I knew and loved. It reminded me of her.I listened to it often. The beat was contagious and I loved dancing to it when I was alone. Listening to it almost always ended in the same way, me on my back with my fingers deep inside my aching cunny. With every rub and every throb I wished it was her.Feeling her hands on my legs I opened my eyes. “Hi,” she. I was breastfed as a child, so Im not new to the concept. Plus, Im a lesbian, so seeing another womans breasts is not exactly unusual for me. And, given the intense crush I still had on my friend, being exposed to her boobs was a fantasy come true. Oof course not, I stuttered, hoping she did not notice how red my cheeks had gotten. I watched in giddy anticipation as she unbuttoned her blouse. Moments later, one of her breasts popped out. It was bigger than I recalled, but that was normal given.