He put his hand out and introduced himself for the first time (Out of respect I will not name him). I used my male name and then we made our way upsta...rs to the lounge. I offered him a beer or glass of wine and he opted for the beer while I poured myself a glass of red wine. I offered to sit outside as it was a beautiful evening and of course my nerves were getting the better of me and I really needed a ciggie. We sat and I asked him if he minded if I smoked and he said not at all and he. But nonetheless, she jumped me. I was sober enough to say ‘look, I can’t do this’, and gently pushed her away. So she jumped me again. Me, being the loyal idiot that I was, pushed her away again – ‘Your boyfriend is my best friend, I can’t do this’. What I wasn’t expecting was her to give it a third go. At which point my only thoughts were ‘fresh pussy’, and I gave in to the temptation of it. To say we kissed is not really a fair description. She launched herself at me, pressing her lips. She got really close to me and whispered something to me.“I don't know, I just looked at her for a couple minutes and then my pussy got wet,” Samantha whispered in my ear.Then I had a stunned look on my face, I mean could she be a closet lesbian? I was a lesbian, but I never had anyone come out to me though. I guess when I came out to Jason it wasn't as awkward, maybe we already knew it at the back of our minds.“Do you mean slightly wet, or completely soaked?” I asked.“Completely soaked,”. Unbuttoning the jeans shorts and sliding gently down the zipper, she parted the opening wide enough to see the pale pink thong panties that she was wearing underneath. She slid her hand down, under the hem of her panties and towards her pussy. The outline of her hand could be made through the jeans shorts front, as she waved her fingers around, touching and caressing across her own pussy lips and even sending a finger or two inside for a brief moment.She pulled her hand free, and up towards her.