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Lesbian erotic fiction by akiss2desire
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Her wavy hair was done up perfectly, as though she had agonized over every strand in the mirror ...I knew it was that way because it was that way for me. I had arrived overdressed compared to her ...because she had taken me literally and had dressed up for me in the most provocative ensemble she could come up with. Her light blue cowl neck tunic draping low, and a skin tight yellow V neck T underneath that traced the outline of her beautiful breasts much like on the day when we participated in the charity car wash and her body was the drawing card for the day. She was barefoot when she greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and a welcome that hinted at what was to come with us very soon. While she was the natural beauty of the two of us, I had predictably gone bold with the color in my makeup and style ...I always feel like my lips are more kissable with a brighter red and had gone with a darkened, sultry look for my eyes ...I felt these things I did exemplified that we were NOT at work ..this was different. I had worn a black baby doll mini dress with long sleeves and a scooped neckline, and a carefully chosen heart bead necklace that dipped into my cleavage.
But after dinner those clothes didn't last. Conversation was a kind of forced natural ...no work talk ...compliments to the chinese chefs who made it easy for me to pick up and deliver for the night. A lead in of “a bit spicy,” welcomed the , “I think a lot of things will be spicy tonight.” Oh does it have to be that way in conversation ...so predictable but, yet, unavoidable. Small talk...seemingly wayyy too much small talk when both of us were squirming for what was next.
“So what now ? “ she asked.
“Are you saying its my choice ?”
“mmmhmmm” she nodded yes.
“hmmmm..the cozy living room couch, or the mystery of your bedroom ? Is that really my my choice tonight....I can't deny...um"
I was about to go longwinded about why we didn't need to rush and why I didn't want her to do anything she didn't want to do, when she agressively grabbed my hand in hers and said convincingly "I want to go to bed and screw (aw how sexy she sounded when she said "screw...it poured out of her mouth slowly.....delightful) ...."Lets get out of these fucking clothes and do what we came here to do."
It was not the last time that night she could simply state the obvious and assure me with both words, actions, and her passion that she was wayyy beyond the "virginal" aspect from her standpoint. She had clearly rationed that we were taking our close friendship to the sexual level, and perhaps sensing my apprehension to just lustily claim the spoils of my successful lesbian seduction of a (previously) straight girl, she was out to demonstrate to me that not only was she in this willingly and wantingly, but even to further heighten my overwhelming amazment at her unforseen urgency to make love, here on the brink she was so anxious and had seemingly even calcultated (correctly) that I would be turned on to know that she was not just there to be "my girl," but in essence, wanted to convey that she wanted to be "my dirty girl." There you have it ...that's where we started ...where we jumped forward, thanks to her, that she wanted to be my lesbian dirty girl. I was wowed beyond jaw dropping astonishment, but squeezed her hand as I got up out of my chair, and confidently said ," take me to your bedroom then Marcia."
In the darkened bedroom, I guess we both decided there was little light but that would be enough, trying to go slowly when it was in neither of our hearts for the moment, we began to loosen our clothes and standing before each other, helped each other towards fully exposing ourselves in the glow. Though it was dark, I could clearly make out her curves, and her eyes drinking in the sight of me nude, and as I was to her, an object now of lesbian sexuality. I remembered this new feeling from my first time, and the realization that our bodies and skin were to be one and warm together. We embraced gently and tingly at first....then in full body contact, I, the taller of us, bending down slightly watched her crane her neck upward at me and fall into me lightly, as I swooped into a peck on the lips softly that turned into more of a hug than a kiss, with me quickly going down to suckle her neck and feel her warm, nude body close to mine.
Her eyes in the soft light were trusting and smiling at me ... I had wanted to start in a kind of way that we left off ...with her upon my lap. So I was first to break the embrace and sit upon her bed and beckon “Come here and sit like we did before ...except this will be a bit more comfortable.”
And I pulled her onto my lap, and for a moment it was gawky but I held her up and took her firmly in my arms.
The first kiss was a bit awkward, not that she was fighting it, but I believe she was ready for a more passionate kiss than the slight one I began with. In fact, in every moment where I guessed that I should hold back a little and proceed with caution, she proved to me that I misjudged her. Her inexperience was hardly a hindrance to passion she longed to give and receive. At first Marcia's lips pressed against mine softly, and I felt her shaking just a bit as I embraced her. I looked at her boobs and realized her nipples were hard, as were mine. All through me the excitement rushed and I told her to relax and to hold me in between our ever growing in intensity kisses. I wanted to make out with her all night because her lips were so soft and her skin felt so warm and inviting next to mine ..on top of mine .....but just making out was not going to be enough for either of us for very long.
We changed position with me pulling her down upon the bed at first with her on top of me. Her tongue kept slipping from in between my lips, to this wonderful encircling of the roof of my mouth and deeply her tongue probed ...I had never been kissed by a woman so deeply as the other day by her, and she was only kissing me deeper tonight. I moaned when she entered me so forcefully, and our movements became more in synch. She coped with her nervousness by seizing control of our mouths and tongues entwined, and I was soooo willing to let go with her. Again, I emphasize, my "dirty girl."
"You know what I am going to do here in a minute," I whispered, and she nodded her head no in a sort of fake "no”.... and we reversed position and I climbed on top of her and splashed my wet pussy down upon her thigh. I lifted my own thigh against her mons and felt her drenched as I was, and I whispered , "I'm going to lick you ...suck you...with everything I've got ....and I'm never gonna stop." Her eyes widened at those words, and with that I began to move my mouth down her neck to her shoulders, lingering in the softness of her skin there, down to her breast and sucking in her erect nipple getting even stiffer as I softly and then more firmly inhaled it and sucked a bit harder , coaxing the first of her many moans that night. "let it go baby,...I am yours." "It feels so good" she said in a half erotic and half giggling tone. I couldn't wait to get to her pussy with my fingers, and my own clit was throbbing in anticipation of all that was to come.
As my finger parted her wet lips and entered her, I felt her clinch up a bit before realizing how gentle and slow I intended to be. Then my lips and tongue hungrily cascaded downward while I gently fingered her, arriving between her thighs, where I licked and kissed and moaned into her. I rolled my boob upon her thigh and let her feel my stiff nipples upon them, sharing with her a favorite sensation of something I have particularly enjoyed done to me, and finally, I parted her lips with my thumb and forefinger and began to lick her slowly, lightly grazing her clit at first, before eliciting her moans, gasps, and cries of disengaged incoherent passionate encouragement of the talents of my tongue. My own pussy ached as I plunged deeper and more determined into hers. plunging my tongue or licking her up and down in the crevice and up to her clit again. She shuddered quite violently and the “OH!” that came out of her when I increased the tempo in a technique I like to use where I am slow , slow, and then rapid for about 15 seconds sounded surprised as much as the pleasure she felt and also made ME feel . She didn't come at that moment but it was so incredible to feel her react and I stopped and smiled up at her and her eyes half shut and in ecstasy slowly smiled back, then her hands on the back of my head told me she wanted me to not stop,and gently guided me back to where I didn't want to go away from anyway.
I knew she was close, and was ready to orchestrate the first of her orgasms. After another minute or so of licking softly / then rapidly / then softly again ...she cried a rythmic "I am so, I am so...oh my ...so close... close...oh god...oh oh ,” and then squealing, “don't stop," and pushed my head deep into her. I kissed her passionately and sucked in her clit, twirling my tongue and entering her with two fingers to coax her explosion.
My mouth could not get enough of her that night and I got her off again and again and again ...her whimpering a few times that we had to stop or she couldn't take anymore or when she told me there weren't anymore in her, I took it as a challenge and went right back at it. This is me as a lover of women. Every time it has been a long time since I went down on a woman, once I start, I do not want to stop and almost can't. Yes, there are times when my tongue gets tired and I just raise up, use my fingers a bit more, rest my head upon her hips until I regain the strength to continue. When the orgasms hit and then subside, I slow down to almost nothing, or kiss upon thighs, or one time with her I gently plopped my right breast down upon her pussy and let her feel my softness and stiff nipple. reach down to enter myself sometimes but I don't intensely masturbate...just keeping it interested and moving the wetness around and making room for more. But finally, after a 6th orf 7th of her orgasms, I answered her plea to "come up here and kiss me on the mouth," and we snuggled together with me at her side, hand upon her breast, after kissing her deeply, laying my head upon her shoulder and letting the quiet amazement set in.
“Are you finally ready for me?” she asked, and I knew she meant that she wanted to reciprocate what I had done with her. “I am not good at laying back and letting someone “do” me ...I have to know that you really want to.”
“I can't go another minute without knowing what you taste like. I have to know what its like when you come. “
“Then...(deep breath) I'm ready.”
I rolled on my back and she simultaneously mounted me on top ..her smaller frame upon my larger one ...easily I supported her weight and pulled her more directly on top of me before meeting her mouth with a wide open tongue penetrating powerful demonstration of the incredible lust, if not feeling something akin to love for her that energizing moment.
We were kissing such a deep kiss and our legs were entertwined when she began rythmically humping me and I was humping her back. It was wonderful to be kissed and held this way ..it was like she had been doing it all her life. We broke our kiss and my legs gripped her tighter , wrapping around the cheeks of her butt and pulling her closer to me that way. We are nose to nose, looking into each others eyes. I had been so incredibley horny when I was bringing her offr for that hour that my pussy was quite literally soaked and on fire. My juice was running freely and as she bumped the perfect spot again and again, my right leg began to quiver while the muscles tensed ...and precursor to some of my most powerful orgasms and usually a sign that the 2nd, third and fourth orgasms will so easily follow and tumble into one another. I wanted not only to feel her mouth on my breasts and all over and down to my pussy, but I mostly wanted her to WANT to do it to me. I knew that I had shaken her sexual world with my mouth and the way I used it on her with my fingers and tongue ...but what would really tip her into a different sexual realm and cross her from the whatever she has imagined, and the knowing of true lesbian desire, would be when she would feel me respond to what she was capable of. Our bodies in the writhing with our legs entwined and the deep kisses were so tightly wound and rocking and rolling together in unison. She was showing me how much I mean to her, not only sexually I knew, but also in the deep friendship we had conveyed for so long as co-workers. We were reaching a new plateu each minute and I wanted more than her to hump fuck me to coming ....not because I wouldn't have loved to have come that way with her or anyone else I cared for anytime, but because I knew deep down that she had had her mind on going down on me for days, and it was time to answer her questions and doubts about what that would be like.
“Can you go down on me tonight ...I know you might not be ready.”
"fuck you," she mocked in a half laugh. Ok ..I knew I was ready, but it was the thing you say when its someones first time ..but she had long ago proven she was ready for EVERYTHING lesbian love had to offer. And I have to say she made me feel at every turn in the night that it wasn't just the sexual and orgasmic aspect ...that it was about making love with ME ...and I felt the same way about her. We were soooooo in the bubble together.
She answered by snapping her head downward towards my breast, squeezing it very very firmley, dragging her nails upwards until her fingertips encircled my nipple and then replaced her fingers with her lips and inhaled my nipple...biting tenderly ..sucking and swirling her tongue while her hand went right down to my crotch like she couldnt wait another second to feel my wetness and mingled in the moisture for a few seconds before entering me like an expert immediately with two fingers ...it was almost impossible to believe she had never done this before, except for that I knew when I had my first sexual experience with a woman when I was 18, that I proceeded in giving her pleasure with no doubt or hesitation at any point...hungering and devouring each new unexplored sensation.
When she sucked upon my right nipple I loved holding her first by her arms and then running my fingertips upon her back scraping and gripping her tightly when the technique she used for that moment would cause me to convulse. My hips kept pushing against her fingers ...the only guidance I gave was in whispering to her “not so deep,” while gently disengaging her fingers which were penetrating me a bit more than I usually feel right with. I wanted her to more dance upon my lips and my clit and in the tangles of my pubic hair and upon my thighs rather than get the finger fucking she felt I must need based on my writhing beneath her. My larger hands could almost encircle her biceps and I enjoyed a feeling of control even though she so totally had me like putty in the palm of her hand and within the creativity of her tongue and lips sucking and nibbling my nipples and making love to my large breasts, made to feel even larger in her smallish hands.
She was moaning into my breasts, clearly enjoying her new mission to excite me so wonderfully ..I wanted to playfully DEMAND that she eat me now, but I was afraid she wouldnt understand I was playing, so I gave it a few more minutes and tried to squirm against her and underneath her allow her to realize how ready I was for what was next.
“Gonna suck it now ok ?”
“Gonna do what baby ?”
“Gonna go down on you now,” she stated while still sucking on my fully erect nipple.
“Gonna make me come with your mouth ?”
“Gonna try “
“You know how much I feel for you right now?”
“You know what I feel for you right now? God baby its so deep,” and she looked up again with those so trusting, beautiful eyes ...I caressed her hair, reached down and grabbed her breast in the palm of my hand and rolled her around in my fingertips again, feeling her surrender, I gave her my blessing... “Marcia ...please make love to me with your mouth now.”
I have to tell you that the beautiful noises we both made the next half hour make me wish we had the episode taped somehow. The thing I will never forget was the way that when she sucked me into her mouth so perfectly, or licked me with her tongue that when I would moan or cry out or exclaim something like “oh baby” or something dirtier while it was happening, that she would answer me ...like a duet ..like a harmony ..with a moan or delightful noise of some sort from her own subconscious of being in that we were completely acting on instinct,and doing it the first time in making love together, so naturally and so wonderfully that the surreality of it all was astounding.
Something I have to say about her tongue. Wow ...it was either lengthier ...but thats not the case...but the WAY SHE USED IT was lengthier and got deeper into my crevice and flattened against more of a surface of my clit and labia in unison each time she extended it and she knew and thus provided a different sensation than I had felt with any other lover, male or female before. She had sense that what she would do with her tongue was to get it farther out from her lips and use it as a tool. Well...see, I think I would be the one to have concentrated on this as a method at least once in my life, but alas, it never occurred to me what this might do. At first I was a bit humored by the sight of it sticking so far out ...almost as an insect needing to be fed. But I loved her concentrated her intentions were on my pleasure, and the way she used that tongue on me had my eyes rolling back and my panting increasing and my quivering right leg gave way to one powerful explosion of orgasmic bliss after another after another in that half hour of pure, deep, fulfilling to the core passion between us.
She took to another technique of just taking her tongue and sticking it out upon my sex and shaking her head back and forth so fast, making contact upon my clit and all that is around it, licking and slapping me there and wildly provoking a surge of wetness in one of my orgasms that was unprecedented in an initial lovemaking experience.
Her tongue and fingers were bringing me ultimate pleasure but it was her willingness and wanton desire that was gripping my very soul like so many tentacles in the moments of the peaks of my pleasure. I certainly have shown, in every act of lovemaking in my entire life, a devotion to my partners pleasure in every way ...and it was just nice to feel that so reciprocated from someone who had every reason to hold back, and yet was letting all of her passions flow with me and for me and giving herself completely to me just as I longed to and fulfilled the desire to give myself to her.
Wave after wave after wave of of my gratification inundated her ...I've seen vids of women who squirt, and I am not one of those, and wonder how much of those vids are staged and camera tricked, but I am definitely someone who after a level of satisfaction is reached, uncontrollably gush copious amounts of fluid emanating from deep within me and the hot, wet, thin wetness that soaked my thighs and her neck and chin I knew were a surreal and unexpected part of the experience. "We should have grabbed a towel," I said ...or rather whimpered at one point knowing that she was realizing the gushing as much as I and I being of so many damn words sometimes needed to comment, and reassurance that she wasn't grossed out. She wasn't I knew then and further explored with her later ...and she told me that moment "it's ok...no problem," those words muffled by what she continued to do with such intensity as to inspire rapture after rapture from my loins. But the wetness ..well ...it was part of me ...and it is what it is ..and when it was over I told her that it never happened like that with a woman the first time we did it and that she should know that should explain how stunning making love with Marcia had been.
Laying in the wetness getting colder there on the bed with us so warmly holding each other for so long after our experience ...we both knowing and then verbalizing how much things had changed. We whispered and cooed to each other in caress and embrace, full enveloped in each others affection and the wonderment of the dawning or our love.
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