Cindy and I have been friends since the eighth grade. I first saw her sitting alone during lunch, and it looked like she was crying. I approached and immediately felt drawn to her. I didn't even ask and just sat down next to her. She was sobbing, so I put my arm around her. Without looking, she turned and buried her face in my neck. She cried even harder, and I gave her whatever time she needed before saying anything. Several minutes passed, and she finally looked at me with a slightly surprised look.
"Hey, I'm Rachel," I said.
She wiped tears from her eyes and managed to tell me her name. "Cindy" is all she said. "Why are you here?" she asked.
I looked her in the eyes and said, "Well, I am in desperate need of a BFF who is in a worse situation than me, and I think I found her." There was a moment of silence, then we both started laughing. We laughed too long and loud but then looked at each other again. "Seriously though, I felt drawn to you. I want to help if I can," I said.
She smiled, and it lit up her face. "I wish you could. My parents are getting a divorce," she said. Then her eyes started to well up again.
I gave her a sheepish grin and said, "Yeah, mine got divorced last year." That moment sealed our friendship forever.
Cindy and I were inseparable. We went everywhere and did everything together. We were both living with our mothers. Her mother was cruel with her verbal abuse. My mother preferred a backhand across the face or the metal handle of a flyswatter on my ass as her preferred form of communication. Needless to say, I spent almost all of my free time at Cindy's house, which was ok with my mom. Cindy's mom was also ok with that since it meant she didn't have to spend much time with her daughter. Yeah, we had a couple of stand-up mothers.
I started staying a night or two a week at her house, and after a few years had gone by, that ended up being more like three to four nights, even during school. We both started taking an interest in boys, although thinking back, my interest was probably more intense than it should have been. Luckily, we never liked the same boy, so there was no competition. We enjoyed going over every detail of each other's dates.
I was the first to have a sexual experience. It was a Friday night, and I happened to be staying at Cindy's on Saturday. She begged me for every detail. The boy's name was Rob, and he was a sweet guy. We had been texting for over a month before going out, and that night was our third date. As with the first two dates, he picked me up, and we went to a cafe for something to eat and then to the movies. There isn't much else to do in our city.
The movie was a horror flick, but for me, it was pretty lame. Rob was more interested in kissing me, which was fine with me. We had been making out for a while when I felt his hand on my thigh. I didn't even resist when he slid it up until he was touching my crotch. He started rubbing me through my jean shorts, and within a few minutes, I was wet. I wondered if he could feel it. I was no stranger to masturbation, but I had not yet had anyone else pleasure me.
Cindy also masturbated, but didn't get into it as much as me. I admit that I enjoy doing it frequently. I already had B-cup breasts and a curvy figure, whereas Cindy was still A-cup but did also have curves. When I get aroused, my nipples get hard. It can be embarrassing sometimes. They are not huge, but when I'm excited, they stand out a lot.
Cindy was all ears as I told her about my date. "Rob slid a finger into my shorts and under my panties," I told her. "He started pressing against my clit and rubbing very hard. I had to put my hand down my shorts to guide his finger to my pussy lips, then he was able to slide one inside me. I doubt he had ever fingered a girl before because I had to show him what to do."