By helping Clover

The sun beat against the blinds to Sam’s bedroom. Sam shifted back and forth, trying to escape the muted rays. She wasn’t very successful. After a bit of tossing and then turning, she opened her eyes to greet the hopefully lazy Sunday morning. Her ceiling started back at her in all its dimly lit glory. She gazed unblinkingly at it for a while before mustering up the will to shake the covers off and sit up with her legs draped over the edge of the bed. A cascade of frizzy, orange-red hair fell down behind her.

She had gone to bed after her session. It had done wonders for her mental state, shaving away the awful anxiety that always plagued her in one form or another. She was able to sleep soundly, peacefully and undisturbed.

Now that she was awake, she was able to assess her previous day’s excursions with an unclouded mind. And in doing so, she couldn’t help but cringe at the melodramatic way in which she handled things. Really, Sam, how could you be such a drama queen? This was just what adults did. If one person likes another, they flirt. That was all Clover was doing. Her response was so wholly disproportionate she struggled to reason why she had acted like that.

Sam got off her bed and picked out a matching blouse and jeans combo. With clothes in hand, she went to the bathroom and put them off to the side. She wanted to look her best today, to reflect her improved inner state. She stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water. Fifteen minutes later she was dressed in a smart forest green outfit, with glossy hair and a radiant smile, all tailor-made to knock socks off.

She picked up her phone and looked at the latest text. It was from Clover.

“Hey, gurl. Texting one last time for the night. Wanted to say I’m so sorry about all this. I just wanted to show you how much you meant to me. Please call or text me back. Let me know we’re still good.”

This was silly.

There was a very, very simple solution.

She grabbed her purse and walked out to her car. She left the convertible hood down, letting the breeze catch her hair as she drove. The roads were empty on a Sunday morning, so it was easy breezy driving. Not that she didn’t pay attention, but she could spend some processing power on what she was going to say when she got to Clover’s.

She was still thinking about it as she walked up to her friend’s building.

*Buzz*

She waited. Eventually the door unlocked and she hurried up the stairs, retracing her previous path. With a brief rap on the inner door and an “It’s Sam”, the deed was done. No turning back now.

She heard some steps. Then a moment later, the door opened and Clover, a bit disheveled but otherwise looking beautiful as ever, stood before her.

Sam rushed in and wrapped her hands around Clover in a bear hug.

“I’m so sorry. I was being so selfish. Can you forgive me?”

“Buh?” Clover sucked in a gulp of air. “Forgive you?”

“Yes, please forgive me. I was being incredibly, amazingly selfish for not even giving this a chance. How could I call myself your friend, your best friend forever, if I didn’t at least try.” Sam trembled against Clover. “You really do want this right?”

“More than anything.”

“Then I do too.” Sam let her friend go. She grinned sheepishly. “Though I’ll be the first to admit I don’t really have much experience with this kind of thing.”

Clover looked her over. She closed the door behind Sam and then retreated to her couch, motioning for Sam to join her. Sam obliged. The two sat side by side, neither willing to make the first move.

The blonde eventually got up and moved towards her computer which was sitting on the kitchen counter. She pressed a few buttons and some pop music began to play from a pair of nearby speakers. It was an artist Sam hadn’t heard of, preferring classical music herself, but it was catchy enough that she could move to the rhythm.

Clover rejoined her, putting her hand on Sam’s.

“I think I moved a bit too fast. I’m going to take it a bit slower if that’s okay with you.”

Sam nodded and gave an “mhm”.

Clover put her other hand around Sam’s back, drawing her in close, so that they touched shoulder to shoulder. She was so warm. Sam felt herself heating up.

The blonde spun her around to face her. She leaned in so that their faces were close. It was getting so hard to think of anything but her friends shining blue eyes, like sparkling sapphires. Her perfectly smooth skin. Her perfectly white teeth. Her perfectly ruby red lips. There was something especially human about this, more so than anything Sam had experienced before.

Her friend closed the distance, touching her lips to Sam’s own. They tasted of cherry, a flavor Sam was fond of in candy, which was a sort of distracting thought. She didn’t know how to respond, so she let Clover take the lead. The blonde kind of acted like a fish, sucking and pushing in equal turns at Sam’s lips. It was all a bit silly to Sam.

And then Clover stuck her tongue out, penetrating into her mouth. It brushed up against the roof of her mouth and then her own tongue. It felt like she was eating some sort of gummy candy (the candy thought again) but couldn’t swallow. She tried her best to replicate the motion, moving her tongue around and generally wiggling it against Clover’s. This went on for a bit until Clover retreated and the two took their breathers.

“Oh god, Sam. You taste so good.” Clover moaned before diving back in. Damn. This was what she was afraid of. Sam just wasn’t able to mirror her friend’s desire. How could she burn like Clover did at the mere relatively tactile-less interaction of their mouths? It didn’t even sound sexy when she put it like that.

Maybe. Maybe it was just a problem of not letting go. She was still holding on to her selfish desires. It didn’t matter what she wanted. She was here to make her friend feel good, to satisfy her friend’s sexual needs. And was her friend really going to be happy with a stiff board, with someone who couldn’t moan and pant in response to her friend’s advances?

She needed to get into it. To really want her friend as much as her friend wanted her. So what if she didn’t want Clover in that way? She wanted what Clover wanted, and Clover wanted her friend Sam to want Sam’s friend Clover. So in a way, she did want Clover. By the transitive property and all that. She just had to accept that.

After another breather between kisses, she took the floor and reached in to kiss Clover first. The blonde looked surprised for a moment before she closed her eyes and accepted Sam’s advance. Sam was an excellent student, a quick learner by all accounts. It was with ease then that she produced Clover’s own moves back at her, French-kissing her friend with gusto.

“Sam.” A muffled declaration from Clover. The red head took that as encouragement and pressed more roughly. This felt more real, more passionate.

Ah.

She figured it out.

She wasn’t a lesbian at all.

She was just a Clover-sexual. It was Clover that attracted her. The mind, the body, the desires and wants that comprised her friend and that were so important to Sam. That was sexy. She could feel herself getting wet at having finally realized what she’d been missing out on.

“Clover. I need you.” She was finally able to say that and mean it too.

“Oh Sam, I need you too. Is it alright if we take this a step further?” Sam nodded. Clover took the opportunity to move her hand slowly, ever so slowly, to rest on Sam's boobs. It felt dampened through the material of her blouse, but even then it set her heart racing. She leaned into it, pressing her chest against her friend’s palm. Clover started moving it in a circular motion, almost massaging Sam’s chest. And then, she grabbed her right breast, kneading her fingers into Sam’s flesh.

“Your boobs are so big, I can’t even hold it all.” She gave it a valiant effort, but boob-flesh spilled out. “Gawd you’re so fucking hot, Sam.” Was she? She didn’t feel like she was. But, no, that was old Sam talking. If Clover thought she was, then she must be. “I want to see you naked. Can you do a strip-tease for me? I’ve always dreamed of you doing one for me.”

“You’ll have to let go of my boob first.” Sam nodded at the still-attached hand. Clover looked down and laughed, letting go a moment later.

Sam stood up and walked to the center of the room. The current song that was playing had the singer saying something about snakes and them not doing something. She hadn’t heard this one either, but the beat was deep and thrumming under her skin.

She had never strip-teased before, never having anyone to do it for or the desire to do so. But there was a first time for everything. She started moving to the beat, swaying gently at first and then with a bit more panache.

“Ooh yeah gurl, shake it.” Clover catcalled her. Sam blushed. She shook her butt back and forth to Clover’s approval. She moved her hands down her blouse to the top button. “Show some skin!” She unbuttoned the top one, and then the next. “Yeah baby, that’s what I’m talking about.” Sam unbuttoned the next and then the last button was off. The top of her breasts and bra were showing through the now open window of her blouse.

“Take off your blouse!”

Sam hooked her hands under the top sides of her blouse. She stretched it out and slowly shimmied it down in tune with the music. Before she knew it, her upper half was clad in only a silk jade bra.

“Bend over and shake them for me.”

Still to the rhythm of the song, she bounced her body back and forth, jiggling her breasts up and down. Like pendulums, they swayed in time.

“Is this good?” Sam wanted to know if this was what her friend had in mind. While waiting for an answer, she kept on jiggling them.

“Yeah,” Clover murmured, wiping up the drool that had escaped her mouth. “Keep on doing that.”

Sam bit her lip. It was so hot seeing her friend enjoying her body. One of her hands snaked its way down beneath her jeans, down beneath her panties. She began to rub at her most sensitive place. Her other hand found its way under the front of her bra. She pushed it down, revealing more of her boobs. Specifically, her areolas. Clover gasped. Sam took that as all the encouragement she needed to go further. She pushed her boobs completely out, showcasing her very hard nipples.

“Do you like them?”

Clover didn’t answer. Instead she got up from the couch and closed the distance between them. She practically assaulted Sam, mauling her boobs. Clover stuck her head between them and started motorboating them. Her tongue which had previously only touched Sam’s mouth now molested her breasts, leaving trails of saliva across her skin. Clover’s tongue twirled its way around her friend’s nipples, and then she was sucking them entirely.

“This is taking it slow?” Sam asked. Clover didn’t deign to answer with a nipple in her mouth. Clover sucked and nibbled and made love to her boobs. Sam stroked herself harder. She rubbed herself, slicking her fingers on her juices.

“Unn.” She couldn’t help but vocalize. “Unnn. Unnnnn.” She stroked harder and harder. It felt so good feeding Clover her tits. Seeing that wanton hunger in her friend’s eyes. “Unnnnnn. I’m coming. I’m cooooommmming.”

She felt herself gush girl-cum past her fingers, drowning her panties. Clover detached herself and looked down at Sam’s crotch.

“Did you just cum from me sucking on your nipples?”

Sam nodded.

“Hot.” Clover gave her approval. “Now return the favor.” She sat back down on the couch and pulled her pants down. Sam’s eyes were drawn to Clover’s pantyless pussy. It was glistening with lubrication. Trails of girl-juice leaked down her thighs. “Down, gurl.”

Sam got on her knees, lining her head up with Clover’s crotch. She licked her lips. And then she licked Clover’s lips. Her tongue lapped at her friend’s pussy. It circled Clover’s clit, teasing it lightly at first and then with gusto. Clover seemed to appreciate that if her moans were any indication. She then tendered to her labia, rubbing inside her friend. She lapped up as much of her friend’s girl-juice as she could. It didn’t taste of much, but the act of taking in her friend into herself was divine.

“I’m coming, Sam.” The blonde gave her fair warning. Sam was fair lost however, licking away in a daze. So she was unprepared when the dam gates broke. Her face was bathed in Clover’s love. She reeled back. So this was what she had been working for. This… this completeness. It felt moister than what she expected, but still, here it was.

“Sam.” She looked up at the person calling her name. “Sam. I love you so much. Tell me you love me back. I want to hear you say it.”

“I love you Clover.”

She meant it. Sam didn’t precisely know all of what went into that utterance, but she meant it.