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" &amp;quot;What was going through my mind as my friend Sarah* slid her hand from my breasts, down my stomach and under the band of my knickers? The unkempt state of my pubic hair? Sarah didn&amp;#039;t notice, and as her fingers found my clitoris, neither did I.\u00A0 This wasn&amp;#039;t how I expected a few after-work drinks on a Thursday night to end. Tipsy and in bed, perhaps. With Sarah, absolutely not.\u00A0 Getting off the train, I fancied a drink so texted around, and when no one was free I thought of Sarah. We&amp;#039;d been friends in school, but despite bumping into each other a few times since and promising to &amp;#039;catch up&amp;#039;, it hadn&amp;#039;t happened. I dropped her a text and an hour later, we were at my local. I told her about my new job as a blog writer and that I was recently out of a sexless relationship. We were getting on so well at 11pm, two bottles of wine in, that we took another to my house. Once we&amp;#039;d finished drinking and talking about the camping trips we&amp;#039;d gone on as kids, it was 1AM. I said she should stay over in my bed - just like we used to. I lent her a T-shirt and we climbed under the sheets. We drifted off, but I soon woke up as Sarah had rolled on to my long hair. I leant over to lift her off, but as I did, she stirred. &amp;quot;Sorry,&amp;quot; I whispered, hovering over her. I slid back down on my pillow, but Sarah rolled over to face me and started to talk. Then, she kissed me. Her lips were soft and delicate. I can&amp;#039;t life, it felt great: as her tongue slipped in and out of my mouth, I could feel myself getting wetter than I had in years. Even so, I couldn&amp;#039;t shake off the weirdness of\u00A0who\u00A0I was kissing. Sarah had never come out as gay, but I&amp;#039;d often wondered if she might be. And now her hands were sliding up and down my body, rubbing my breasts - over my T-shirt, then under. I don&amp;#039;t let men touch me like that; I&amp;#039;m self-conscious about my small boobs - but I felt comfortable with Sarah. Still kissing, she ran her hands all over my body, and seemed to know where to touch, as touch she&amp;#039;d done it before. Whether she had, I didn&amp;#039;t know. I followed her lead. I&amp;#039;d kicced a girl in college, but never gone this far. Then, her hands moved inside my knickers. Her fingers rested on my clitoris - and she began to rub. I hadn&amp;#039;t had sex in a year - I&amp;#039;d almost forgotten how great it felt to be touched. I didn&amp;#039;t take long to come.\u00A0 She changed her focus, kissing my body - heading south. By the time she reached my thighs I thought the slightest pressure on my clitoris would make me come again. But she had me under her control, teasing me and building up the tesnion. Finally, she pushed me over the edge.. After I climaxed again, I realised it was 2AM. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ve got to be up in four hours,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Go to sleep,&amp;quot; Sarah replied. &amp;quot;Return the favour in the morning.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I will,&amp;quot; I said - and meant it. But the next morning I woke up late for work and my promise vanished. We dressed and I called a taxi. I didn&amp;#039;t text Sarah and she didn&amp;#039;t text me . It&amp;#039;s been eight months and we still haven&amp;#039;t spoken. I&amp;#039;m now back together with an old boyfriend. It hurts to know I&amp;#039;ve lost Sarah, but I don&amp;#039;t refret what happened. It was an amazing experience - I&amp;#039;m just one emergency drinking buddy down.   "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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