Don't Be Afraid ... I'm Just Your Friendly Neighborhood Lesbian Seductress

Well, after a very long drought I have someone to cuddle with.///No thats just a different way of saying I found someone to fuck..who loves to fuck me...who I can see fucking for a long time.    She doesn't know about this blog.  She is so wonderfully beautiful and fun.  She is a bit  (decade) younger than me but we have chemistry.  As I have noted on a blog post here from long ago, I am gravitating towards being some kind of lesbian seductress.  I wrote Sonia an erotic email about our first time.  It was very personal but as I was writing of it I was thinking of this blog and how I haven't posted erotica in some time.  I hadn't had the inspiration ...until Sonia.  I can't put my letter  word for word in here, in fact some of it was apologies for the way I blindsided her with my lesbian seduction.  But what I did was take the letter and expand it and added some of the dialogue.  

 I might not keep this post on here for long ..but would love to know what you think of my new lady and the love we made.  Constructive criticism on my writing is always appreciated at 

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And now we have made love ...and isn't it burned in your mind how it was ...every taste and smell and touch...our first kiss and our last thunderous orgasm.  Now our lives are changed.  It was good, no doubt, but it was also love.  And it was also really...really...REALLY good sex LOL.   Too bad we don't have a video of it ?   Well let us relive it this way so maybe you know how it was from my minds eye. I SO want to know how you feel...let me share with you how it was for me.

I had considered thoughtfully and agonized over the possibilities of acting upon my desire to make love with you, overcoming my fear of rejection, and aware of the gravity of the changes one way or another that will occur when I close in on what is hard to deny is my selfish desire to bed you and exploit the trust we have built in every other way besides sex to begin a mutually satisfying experience.   I knew for days before, and all day Saturday obsessed every moment of   our night that as much as a lifetime of experiences that ould begin for us tonight.  If you reject me, I calculate, we can perhaps salvage the friendship without too much awkwardness ...but that's not a certainty.  But my mind is made up and I reason that its going to happen ..it HAS to happen.  I've wanted you for so long.

I am playing a small game of Russian roulette with our platonic relationship as you have no idea I am going for it...attempting to seduce you.... irregardless of your lack of any lesbian experience and that we haven't really flirted yet. Long talks at lawn parties and boogieing on a dance floor after 5 Margartas doesn't a sexual relationship make.    But tonight I sit on this couch waiting for your knock on the door, knowing that the bedroom is just a few steps away, and tonight I want the sheets of that bed to be soaked with a new chapter of this longing I have had for you that could never go away without me showing you how I feel.

Although I have no way of knowing if you suspected at all that I am a lesbian so attracted to you that its become an obsession, I wonder if you realize what a load of pure  BS it is when I invited you over to cook only items that caught our eye on Pinterest .  Yes, it will be fun to hang out in the kitchen and show our creative side and dream of being TV show cooks, but when tonight is done, you will realize that the colorful fruit kabobs, the artichoke penne, and the glitter cupcakes that will be leftover for our families after this night together is done ...those things are but a mere ruse to get you close to me in range for flirtation and expression of infatuation at the appropriate time.  Now those foods in the kitchen may be part of my great diversion, but the multiple glasses of yellow tail that I won't quit refilling ought to be my dead giveaway.   As if answering the door in a low cut white shimmer baby doll dress with an off the shoulder ruffle that further accentuated my tits, prompting you to ask "did I get the memo...are we going to a club?" when I opened the door for you.   I got a shiver when I saw you checking me out with dropped jaw ...what a compliment.   And you darling.  You turned my eyes in your cool new totally hip (you are so much younger than me) purple glasses, your enticingly blown out brown hair over your shoulders,  and your white and pink slit sleeve maxi with your hoop earings that you always make look great, and glossy lips as voluptuous as your dismantlingly wide valley of your cleavage. I do love the way your lips look, and now I love the way they taste.  And, Oh yes...to say I have been attracted to you sexually for a long time before acting upon the urge is one thing, but also understand that your perky grapefruit size boobs and the clothes you wear to show them off have been making me wet since I met you ...since I began to like your personality as well as your beauty ...as long as I have masturbated thinking about a night like Saturday night coming to reality. 

We cook  for more than an hour til it bores me, drink not only the refreshing Yellowtail, but also a couple of shots of my concoction of orange pineapple juice mixed with cranberry and Smirnoff (the second one VERY strong for both of us)  til we become stumbly, and sit down at the table to savor each bite of deliciousness we have created.

But at that table in the soft light under the dining room chandelier,  my eyes begin to express my true hunger to devour you. I am 100 miles ahead of you sexually on this night...you don't have an idea what's coming.  And, yes, wrestling with second thoughts because I know it might screw up the best girl friendship I have.  But I am throbbing ...not just at my pussy but pulsating all over, and agonizing over the truth that I don't really have a plan other than I really want to make a pass at you and see if you will let me fuck you.  I consider saying just that ...but I can't get the words out and just hope you notice me staring at your boobs and hoping maybe something will click.  Will I kiss you, grab you, tell you ...at this point I don't know.

Thank you helping me...prayers answered !  "I can tell there is something on your mind ..what is is?" ...and I don't refute the accusation other than to say "We might talk about it later." Quizzically you raise your eyebrow and I look downward, "Oh nothing bad...only good...maybe really good but that depends on (I was going to say you but chickened out) alot of things." Maybe you started to know something then.    Our eyes meet during small talk at the small eat in kitchen table, and a  few times and I wonder if you are getting the less subtle every second message I am sending you.

To the couch we go with a fresh pour in our glasses in hand to plop down and engage in good ol fashioned girl talk..or whatever.   I feel like I have an evil plan in place because I know I am about to make my move somehow.  This can't go on without me at least trying to tell you how I feel.   So, I fake interest in office gossip from your work, share each others health scares, hide my anxiousness to touch you...kiss you..make love to you.

 As our night unfolds I am anxious to get started ...less time in the living room means more time on the bed.   I realize I want to see you react and respond to my overtures to you ...when you've been wondering what I'm doing touching your thigh or twirling my hair as we talked and you are too polite to ask what I might be up to ...or too willing to go along as long as its my idea and not yours.  I think that you are at that moment when you start to ask yourself am I coming on to you, and also ask yourself what your reaction would be if indeed I am.

Oh so typical...I drink and slither closer to you.  My hand goes once again to your thigh and I am becoming obvious.  "What are you doing?" I pull back my hand, for now, "ohhh im just tipsy."   But...Oh, to see the look in your eyes when you realize I'm not just being playful ...I'm not into the giggling girls rhetoric...tonight I want to fuck you. 

You were finishing the story about your college professors crush on you, and talking as if nothing is happening but I feel the heat building..and you feel the heat... between us and a closeness developing ...the sexual tension becoming a true character in our story, and though at some point I realize I could kiss you to gauge your reaction, my history is that I seduce in a more cerebral way.

So if you are thinking I am starting to Lez it up at you, I understand the response of talking about sex with a guy.  Seems a natural defense mechanism. You get me laughing about the boyfriend of yours wish you could have back because his dick was so small he made up for it with copious cunnilingus, and I absolutely think its no coincidence that our conversation is about the inadqcuacies of some men and the satisfaction of a good licking.   I love laughing with you and start to believe in myself ..in my seduction...and dream of clutching you.  I know we are almost here, like the familiar sign on the highway that your hometown is 5 miles down the road after you've been driving a LONG time.  But maybe a better explanation is the feeling you get when the roller coaster is done climbing up before that first downward drop of exhilaration. You prod me to tell the story of the lover I wish I could have back for just a night, and I say "oh mine is about alot of oral sex as well,' and prepare to drop the bomb.  Kind of sadly I am about to tell you ...surprise you...about her.  Yes I will always love her.  "Terry and I were together for less than 10 times, but each time we grew a little, went a little farther, enjoyed even more when we swore the last time was the best time ever...we kept getting to higher levels of the best ever....and ummm...well anyway, SHE still emails me to tell her nobody will ever be as good as me to her in bed."


And....that was me telling you I  am gay.

After a pause and a shift from me on the couch to face you and grasp your thigh to reassure you,  And Sonia, I needed you to be cool at least even if you did reject me,which I thought was very possible, and you sighed and said "is everyone bisexual these days ?"   "I certainly don't think so ...or I might have had a few more girlfriends over the years."
"It's just that ...I just went through this with someone a couple of months ago....do I give off a vibe or something ?" 

"You were with a girl?"

"It wasn't  like that...I didn't ...I wouldn't (that has me concerned for a second)...I wouldn't but she wanted me to join her husband and her...thats not for me...I just wonder if I'm giving off the gay vibe.....I mean...Im flattered....ummm...I'd say I am curious?"

"No ...you are just beautiful, sexy, and have a great personality....you know how I feel about you...I haven't been able to think about anything else but ...ummm...THIS moment for a long time.....what happened a couple of months ago?" 

"Were you with a girl?" again I asked.

You explained, "I'm just talking and hanging out at my house and Victoria ...you don't know her ...comes over  crying and upset and I'm just telling her its ok and the next thing she is climbing on top of me and trying to shove her (you stopped mid sentence before saying something you might not have wanted to)...I mean gosh, out of nowhere."   "Did anything happen?"  "No I kinda...I kinda pushed her off of me ..I was startled ...I didn't know what to do ...and really haven't seen her since ...very awkward,"  ....

Wondering if I should take offense "well I don't mean to be like..."  

"NO ...no....no this is different....alot different."


"You mean tonight is different...or I am different ..or what?"

"I don't know what I am saying," was your glorious attempt to backpedal before you admit that you want me too.

"Maybe its just the wine or thats an excuse...but I've been wishing you might come on to me tonight for about the last half hour or so."

"I think I've been .....you know...for about half an hour ...or maybe since you walked through the door,"

I laugh sincerely and inquire, " so what have I got Victoria hasn't got?"

With a naughty smile, "great tits."

I squeeze them to be funny.  "Dont go anywhere ....Im going to the bathroom," and on the way I am gliding.  Seduction COMPLETE!, questions answered ...you haven't done it before, but you've thought about it, now you want to and best yet, you want to do it with ME and not someone else you could have with.  YOU LIKE ME :) And I just need to BREATHE.

And in the mirror I freshen up and can't wipe the giddy smile off my face in the mirror.  I almost skip back to the living room, telling myself to calm down and enjoy every moment to come.

"You didn't run out screaming?" and you laugh.  And I sit and we look at each other and we just  are melting in the atmosphere.

And then we have our kiss.  Shaking and trembling you accept me turned towards you with my hand upon your shoulder...then around your neck....our introduction to each others mouths.  My tongue says "Hello there," and you greet me with yours.  Sliding into your mouth past the softest lips, the heat of our passion sparks into the fire of our love.


I love the moment when the kisses I am giving you become the kisses you are giving me, that after the recoil after another recoil, no words are needed and trust with us will get us through.  You show me your nerves...don't worry baby...I can break through it with the closeness or our skin and our souls. 
...when your tongue answers mine and a reality sets in for us both that its going to happen ...that something is ..and you don't know at all, and perhaps I know almost as little about the details ..but something big is going to happen.  Wonder if you realize how into you I am and how my pleasure consists of your pleasure and reaction.

I enjoy the point where each one of your giggles and attempt to  deflect subsides a little more each time just as the rain tapers off little by little

And as you let me lead you to the bed, where I turn on an overhead light just long enough to find a lighter to light two Yankee candles (Apple Pumpkin and Autumn Wreath), and what had started with resistance I find now amusing as you are helping me get in bed and on top of you (am I just like her ?) ...pulling me onto you and into you...pulling me IN to you... for another deep kiss.
I crave the look in your eyes when I top you and thrust my thigh into you ...a first soft moan and quick inhale of oxygen with your mouth agape.

The soft, new feel of the softness and wonderful size of your boobs when I gently massage them and cup them, lifting them to your clear to me delight. I LOVE that thrilled to the core of my being moment when I get to gaze in amazement at the vision of your breasts revealed when I pull down your bra  when we remove your top.  I know that as our eyes meet again you see a new look of hunger come upon me and my appreciation for your sexiness and the obviousness of my continuially building arousal is transparent.  

And your arousal I've been working is becoming electric, shooting sparks when your arm goes around my neck and pulls me closer, and you get into my hair and look at me with a combination of trust and begging.

When you UNDERSTAND what I need without me telling you, and submit to me by laying back against the pillow and gently caress my back with your fingertips while I kiss and suck your chest, your neck, your shoulder, and arrive to swallow as much of your breast and nipple as possible before my teeth ripen the sensation to cause your body to convulse at the sharp tingle.

I cherish the sound of your voice as I'd never heard it before gasping "Oh God Brenda," as my tongue goes to work to tend to your nipples need and my hands administer to that soft and sensitive, pliable skin, clutching your breasts with my fingertips while my palms balance and hug their weight.  "I have no idea what I'm doing...what's going on." you say as a statement, not a question. "Just keep letting me (kiss) ...you're letting me (kiss) ....don't step letting me (swallowing of your nipple in total commitment of your pleasure and feeling your response of complete permission ..as well as expectations every growing and every exceeded.  "don't stop letting me love you baby." 

The more I feel your pleasure building and your face glowing and beaming at me shyly but undeniably immersed, the more I am gratified by the falling falling falling feeling I think we both share.

My tongue on your tits and above to the  neck and back down again, with no rushing,  revealing that I have a clear agenda to collect your gasps, soft moans, and squirms as affirmation of our bodies in agreement, where we cycle a kiss, a connection, a gift of response, and back around we go to every nerve ending that returns a command to me to keep going.

While my triangle fills with blood to swell and throb and wetness oozes, it is your pussy that becomes the elephant in the room, where I knowingly brush it, cup you, or pry your legs apart with mine in all this, but never do my hands declare that the focus has shifted to it, though we both know that your pussy has the need for me, which only increases my need to go there and show my love with my lips, tongue, fingers and desire.   It builds to where I await a demand from you, which never comes, but the intensity of your squirming and the soufullness of your deep kisses let me know I'll soon be where I need to be.

But I want just a little for me.  Your gentle grasps of my bountiful breasts excite me and further pursuade my arousal.  I want to open my blouse and sit up and undo the front clasp to let them bounce out in front of you, pick up your hands and welcome you fully to my softness and have you really feel how good it feels to know me this intimately.  Your thumb and finger pinching and sqeezing my nipples to poke out and your fingernails on my skin when you lift the weight of each one inflames my body senses, but not as much as the look in your eyes cries out to me that its time.  

Our trust is engaged as the rest of our clothes end up on the floor without much ceremony, and there are so many unforgettable moments...my tongue sliding into your cavernous sanctuary of your mouth with every deep kiss ...breaking softer each time as we learned what each other likes. Pulling my lower lip into you and eyeing my reaction ...which was expressively favorable. And as I slink downward to place my wetness upon your soft, thick thigh, I tell you "you're making me feel so good," just as my fingertips touch the wettest lips and enter the soft, soaked, elastic opening with my two fingers causing your high pitch sigh and moan that quickly registers even higher as I add my thumb to your clit.  My head buries into your neck and our hair so entwines ...and simultaneously im thrusting against you, fingering inside you, and twirling your clit to an orgasm that I know will be like none you've ever known.  The spongy, warm, softness or our breasts swaying and crashing into each other as the bed rocks and the tensions of our thighs and the digging into each others skin with our nails signals the start of the simultaneous thunderous mutual orgasm with its loud breaths and moans, rolls and quakes, peaks, valleys, and subsidement.   Into the soft side of your body I slump, unable for a moment to do anything but recover but slowly fingering and keeping your pussy interested for more, while being unable to get close enough to you as you lay flat and depleted on the snuggly mattress next to me. 

Far from finished, I reverse myself to lie upside down to her and grab on to her thighs and pull myself down to the musky, wonderfully beautiful, softly hairy, glistening wet in the soft candle light.   Almost as a silly aside, I say to you "Do you mind if I lick your warm wet place my love?" and you reply, "You want my permission," ...laughing, "may I have your permission to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop?" Thighs sliding apart and your knees bend to open yourself to me, "You've had my permission all night."

All this is good...feels good ...feels right ...feels natural ...but not lost on me is the honor of being your first female lover.  I treat this first taste with utmost respect and reverance.  I know you are simultaneously SO ready for this, and yet, not ...unable to think straight and decide or think logically about anything but the "don't stop" mantra in our minds.

After a gentle first baby kiss on your lips where the evidence of our sloppy wet begginings are revealed in taste and slipperyness, I wrap my mouth around your lips and are rewarded with the moan from above and the tremble from your thighs to your ass and  pussy as I start to lick in and out and around and soon arive at your full ripened clit.  Your fingers and  nails in my hair are equsisite. 

There is a moment, I've determined, where comparisons between your lover and those who have come before her are inevitable.  The comparisons at this point are clear that I love your response to me more than anything I ever felt.  Simultaneously submissive, but also, physically powerful. Thighs clinching and hips grinding and pumping while we together skillfully stay together locked with my lips and tongue around and on your clit and my two fingers in you, curling for a spot or extending for depth, rhythmically answering your wordless requests for the how, when and how much of all that is going on in this small circle of planet earth where the whole universe for us resides.  

Nothing feels more right than me lowering my head below to suck lick and finger you to pleasure ...sometimes squeezing a thigh or slipping underneath with my hand to give your buttock a squeeze, sometimes reaching behind me to grasp at a breast ...always using the instruments in my reperitoire to the advantage of maximizing your pleasure.  With my hips up and I am on my knees, your fingers touch me, reluctant to insert a finger quite yet, toying with both me and your emotions having never entered  a woman.  And my goal with my mouth is to never let you have enough of a breath to have a thought about anything other than your own pleasure.  And in the moment when I hear your moans increasing in volume and your breath further out of control, the walls of your vagina clamping down on my two fingers fucking you, the bucking more wildly against my cheeks, I know we are nearing a few tongue flicks in just the right place to send you over again.  And as you arch into me and squeal and tense and shake out of control, you gush and I have your liquid on my cheeks and my neck and on my fingers and my right forearm....and taking you down slowly....landing the plane...I tickle and slump...still far from finished but for the moment we both must rest. 

I flip myself around and you ask if you can ask questions.  Still breathing hard I reveal the number of women I've been with, the basic sham of my marriage, and the length of time I've been attracted to you.  "This is an awful lot to take in in one day," and I assure you "we are completely together in all of this ...the sex, the affection..the delights of our little secret." With my fingertips I toy with your, side, stomach, neck, breasts, and im the soft pubic hairs, and am just about ready to begin again when you go first and we exchange bathroom breaks.   When you come back before I get set to streak, I warn you to "wait for me ...I'm not finished." 

Back and on the bed after some soft making out,, we end up in a unique position where  you are on your back and I am sitting up next to you, my leg draped across your stomach, massaging your breasts, and you can lift up to me and kiss me, then kiss down to my breasts while I slide my hand down back to your wetness.  The reactions you give me are just the best I have ever experienced...when I get there its almost like you've never been touched before.  You are so so so ALIVE.   Even though you have gone to the bathroom and wiped yourself minutes ago, you are freshly dripping and swollen and every touch and twirl my fingers do on you causes a reaction, a lunge, a squrim, a moan or gasp...and you have learned how much I love giving you pleasure ...but as I finger you again, and you begin to boil towards another earth shatterer, you lift up to kiss me and then suck on my nipple.   Oh My Gawd Sonia ...You have such an amazing way of sucking my nipples so so so good.   Yes, there is  a direct line between there and my clit, and you instinctively know this, but its also that in doing this, you are pressed as close to me as two bodies can be pressed ...so that now ...instead of feeling your pleasure just as your hips rock against my fingers and palm, but now I can see your eyes react, your body convulse, and your body show sexual excitement by longing for closer contact...almost like a cat rubs its side and back around you at feeding time, you pushed your body into me with warm and loving intimacy, exploring the skin to skin warmth and feelings. enjoying the softness of my breast against your shoulder and your skin as I found the perfect circles and strokes to drive your next orgasm, happening this time as your jaw dropped and you demanded my eye contact before the panting and moaning began now with familiarity.

You rise upwards at the moment of truth and shake under me...I feel more sexually powerful than ever, proud of my expertise, overwhelmed at your response, already dreaming of pleasure beyond this night.

After you came in that strange but effective position, I began to feel that my mouth was not getting enough ...not nearly enough of what it wanted.   Now three orgasms in for you, the one for me, not that we are counting, but I was realizing the way your body was responding that there was so much more to give.  Yet, you chose this moment to rise up from laying down and kiss me, pushing our tops together, and pushing me back against the headboard.  You shook loose whatever qualms you had for fingering me as you burst into me through my soaking lips and slid your palm to cup my pussy and massage my clit....waking me up and exilhirated that you had begun to attack my need with gusto.  That first time when a woman feels anothers wetness just for her is something that releases an ultimate rush of addrenaline, and I loved holding you in my arms, your hair against my chest, sharing that and feeling your feelings in addition to the perfect sensations your newfound lesbian lovemaking skills were evoking in my nether region.   I crawled a couple of inches back up against the headboard and with the space that created I saw the look in your eyees, directly at my pussy, and you lowered your head ..and I rose up on my knees to meet you...and in one fantastic kiss you found out how good it is to go down on a girl. 

I watched you...every move, every lick, every kiss....every savoring moment I drank up in my heart and soul in watching this glorious delightful moment.  I was almost coming before your tongue hit my clit, but you flattened your tongue and just went for it ....lapping at me ...and having never come in that position before, I started to shake and cry outloud in amazement as to how good you made my pussy feel in such a short time.  Feeling dizzy, I threw my head back and bucked my hips against you worried that it might be too much, but you rode with me til my powerful orgasm dissapated and I was able to slink down into the bed again.

Loving with you, cuddling with you, kissing your cheek and neck and feeling you hold me as tight as I held you, my pussy still throbbing for more but giving it a rest, we stroked each other as I held you into my breast and steadfastly against my skin.   Oh babe, your tongue and fingers are great, but nothing compares to the cuddling  ..almost as worthwhile as the coming. You are learning how skin kisses skin as much as mouths....something unique to what we women do...something I contend is never the case with men.   

Your comfort level with me is ever evident.  And then against my breast with your mouth you suck...then bite...then bite HARD.  I shudder...yes it hurt....but I get it.  I take the hint that you want my teeth a little more involved on you.  Got it...check..    "ung...you ok?" you mutter form below me and I tell you "its good."  I also think you are sending me a signal that we aren't necessarily done.  My nipple was throbbing and stiff between your lips, and you looked so beautiful with your lips surrounding me there.  "can you keep doing that please," I said, as I squirmed, and so you provided suction on me some more.  Funny how higher pitches or intensities of the expression "mmmmm" from me can be read by a lover as wonderful as you to know where the threshold is for how hard to bite.  You do it just right ...perfect, and with my perfectly pleasured nipple feeding your soft mouth, you reached down to start to finger me again, knowing exactly the right moment to join with me there.  . 

"Like that ?"
"Like that ..yes."
For minutes you stroked me softly, gently teasing...not in the imminient come mode, just nice...soft...lovingly.  Soft sucking of my right nipple....softly stroking my clit and my slippery lips, mouth never giving up on the ecstasy created on my breast.

 But your mouth disengages..."can I ask you something ?"
"umnhhh yea" I said controlling my breathing as your finger started getting better.
"When can we do this again ?"
I maybe was never more delighted to hear something in my whole life...assurance that you wanted this ..wanted ME again.  But since I wasn't really expecting to hear that from you, I hesitated ...almost playing coy.

"I don't know...soon...soon as we can get away like this."    I remember the baby doll look in your eyes with your hair all out of whack half in front of your face....a pleading look. ..the same one I see whenever you need me as a friend...and how wonderful it felt to know that look as a lover.
"but you want to right ?"  I get it ..suspecting this is a one night stand ...don't blame you.  You so needed to hear me tell you how much I was already falling in love with you.  Kind of unfair to ask someone for committment when you are giving the best finger and thumb rub and nipple sucking I have ever felt.

Just then....you realllllly hit the spot.  "of course I want this again...want YOU again.  ...There is so much I want to do with you...so much we can do.   So yes..(pant ..gasp...slosh) I want more...and I mean that without regard to the way you are about to make me come again."

"Again?"  and your hand froze...as if ...you  didn't realize where I was headed.

    In my mind I am thinking . “Please fuck me. Quit screwing around and please, fuck me!”....  But ...I can handle this.  It's natural...we have just gone from friendship to fucking to ..fucking REAL GOOD in 30 minutes...it's alot to take in.  I placed my hand over your still hand in my bush against my wet lips, clasping  my fingers through yours.  "Baby...it's ok...I adore you and have for so long. I have wanted you secretly forever. Our friendship....nothing changes....got that?" And I burned that thought with my eyes into yours.

You say nothing ..your shoulders shurg...I could feel in your sigh a different level of resignation ...and I smiled inwardly as your started stroking my pussy gently ...starting the engine back up after our pause.  

Then you surprised me...patting my pussy....then increasing intensity until you were gently spanking me.  Well, lady, nobody ever did that to me...I had done it to myself but that is no substitute.  You slap, slap again, and then slide a finger past my engorged clit and into my slippery lips....and repeat.  Your beautiful sexy voice "you like that?"

"ungh huh" as I pray that this is the start of you taking me over.  I had never needed to come so much.

I am groping your hanging breast and starting to undulate against you as your fingers masterfully, perfectly touch and tickle me to the building, inevitable explosion. You have caused me to need....and perhaps as well, the time it is been since I had been with anyone, but mostly, the beauty of you and my incredible fortune to be naked with you and being made love to so eagerly in your virgin lesbian experience. 

My hands engulf your soft cheeks so I can pull you closer to my mouth to kiss you.  Wet and deep and passionately, I love you with my lips and tongue and the softness of your kiss is yet another of the "best ever" moments that are happening like a fireworks show that has yet to come to it's finale.   "Your lips are so soft...and your eyes...you have the most beautiful lashes ...you are so pretty,"  I say and you kiss me with more affection, your fingers flick me against my inner wall, and you say the words that have echoed in my mind ever since.  "You like my lips?"  And you kiss me and enter my mouth with your thin, sensously moving tongue.  I mutter response, and I feel a tension as you say "want my lips here?" and you jab into me quite deeply as if we didn't know what you meant.

Knowing you haven't done it, I want to say something like "It's ok ...don't have to ...fingers are working fine," which they were, but...I could tell you had already thought it through enough to know you wanted to taste me.  So I chose to excitely accept...and perhaps I rushed a little bit when I through myself back on the bed on my back and scooted up to the pillows to await this glorious treat.  I am oozing so much I wonder if we should get a towel...thats how wet you make me.  I flash to a thought of if that will put you off ...praying I am not unpleasing to you in any way for what you are about to do. 

Just as fast as I had gotten, shall we say, into position, you gravitate to the bottom of the bed.  My eyes fixate on your flowing,  creamy breasts, a satisfying and erotic sight. I can't say enough how much I love your tits.    You look up at me almost as though the gravity of the moment hasn't occured to you....as you just listen to how our bodies are talking without the minds getting in the way.   You kiss my right thigh and drag your nails along my side as you scoot closer to me.  My hand instinctually goes first to my breasts to squeeze them both and pinch my nipples, and then down towards your hair to mingle and await you.  I was tempted to pull you into me.  You touched me and then circled your fingertip around my opening ...my legs spread to welcome you.   You kiss me ...a soft sweet kiss which tingles and zings me.  Your tongue tests and tastes and for a few minutes you bring me quickly to a boil with the slowness and deliberate and methodical tonguing you are giving me.  For a moment I wonder if you are having second thoughts as you pull away and look away from my pleasure and into my thigh, where you kiss me gently and knead the muscle gratifyingly.  My mind, prematurely jumping to the conclusion that you are overwhelmed and might not want to continue, starts to imagine the myriad of things that could happen that would lead to me coming...because I am NEEDING to come and completely on fire ...in fact I settle in about a split second that I just going to mount you and fuck your thigh again...(that was sure good before)....but in another expression of your adorable innocence that I've known in many ways and now am experiencing in bed with you, you look at me with the most equisite bewilderment smiling and say "Brenda....I just keep thinking of flowers. "  You giggle, " I'm doing this and I just keep haivng the most beautiful visions of flowers and gardens...its just so stupid."   You always say whatever you feel and am relieved at how comfortable you are.  "I have NO idea what to say to that, " and you softly say almost semi conciously "yeaaaah," cutely smiling and then your tongue goes straight to my clit as if to say you aren't playing around anymore.

You keep looking up at me and it makes me feel sexy...I alternate between looking into your eyes, and with another flick of your increasingly educated tongue I can't look and throw my head back and close my eyes.  I'm building and can't help the tugging on your head into me and the gyrations of my hips into your mouth.    I felt the need to warn you about my gushing when it's like this, right before your furiously fast and holding on to me explosion I gasp "its going to be a lot of hot liquid baby."  You moan into my cunt ...I arrive saying "Guuu  shing ...oh gawd...gu   shing" and my powerful throbs bathe your soft cheeks while a myriad of thoughts run through my mind.  I'm thinking that for whatever your first impressions of lesbian sex, the way I come might be an eye opener for someone maybe not committed yet.  I am a convulsing, shaking, gushing, babbling, moaning, foolish feeling, primitive orgasmer.  You well know how out of control I was in this.   This is different than the earlier pinning on the backboard ...we are more relaxed...You are clearly immersed.   I am considering your pride...the pride anyone feels naturally when for the first time you  compose a woman's ultimate culmination of pleasure.  I thought about how amaaaaazingly good you were naturally with your tongue and fingers each time ...never failing to pleasure me in any given moment, and improving with each suck and lick and entrance into my pussy as well as my soul. 

And, although spent, ..I thought about how fast I could get my mouth back on your pussy, and my tongue inside your pussy, and again create the waves of pleasure you just gave me. 

For 10 minutes we laid together, my right arm around your shoulders and your soft skin soothing my stroking fingertips ...nuzzling...spooning...warming...as close as we can get to each other....in silence. The two of us blabbermouths in silence and the moment.  Lost in the candles flicker against the wall ...dreaming...dreary...satisfied ...but feeling not finished.

My stroking of your arm became a caress of your breast, and squeezing a bit harder and pinching your nipple, you elicit a sound of delight.

Because you are too close to the edge of the bed, I roll out of our embrace and start to nudge..then pull you to the center of the bed "C'mon"
"What?"
"C'mon"
"NO! " and you seem very honest about that protest.  "No way...you can't...you don't....I can't," you stutter but I am able to place you on your back and roll over on you halfway and start to kiss your neck.  I get the moan I was going for when I involve your earlobe, and as I roll my tongue back down to your neck you roll your head to the side to give me more to suck and lick.  My hand begins to palm massage and lift your breast and your nipple responds with excitement.  I start to grind a bit on your thigh.
"You CAN'T  be serious!"

"I am SO serious," I say as I suck hard enough on your neck to be dangerously close to leaving an unintended mark ...but you love it and squirm and sigh a huge sigh and say "AREN'T you FINISHED ..I mean..er...aren't we finished here....?"

My answer to you is a deep, long, lingering kiss and a nice niibble and pulling upon your lower lip.

Your arms around me ever more tightly and you kiss me back deeper and our eyes meet and you sweetly tell me, "YOU ARE RELENTLESS...."

"Insatiable," I replied
"and I like it," she said in a tone that almost favored Katy Perry.
I knew what I wanted..." Baby, I need to ..I want to I should say...ahem...I want to show you what is the most amazing thing to me.  I feel close enough to you...you just have no idea how good it feels."

"Uh should I be scared," you said with mischevious innocence.

"Probably," I playfully responded and grinded hard into her thigh. "Trust me?"

You didn't respond and looked like you didn't want to answer yes at first.
"Trust me?" as I grinded harder into you and saw your eyes respond before your beautiful mouth softly said "I trust you ...I've trusted you all night."

"This might get awkward," I said in dismount and rising upward, "...but its worth it....just trust me."

"What are you going to do," you said with just a mild tinge of fear mixed with your anticipation.  I didn;t answer but lifted your leg and got on my knees above you and splayed your legs...reached down to test your wetness that I already knew was flowing.

"I understand," was the last english I heard from your for a lenghty period of time.

 I stretched my leg and scooched into place to place us together in electrifying reality.  It was incredible instantaneously.  Within thirty seconds we were both moaning our own vocalities of intense pleasure.  I led by bumping and sloshing us ..first finding a spot for me or then for you or then for both of us and trying to keep that connection.  Your hands gripped forearms me so tightly is it got better, and then we played with each others breasts and exchanged our "this is unbelievable" looks with each other.  Our pussy's kissed and pushed against each other and at one point your facial expression was one that could double for misery and your noises were of agony, almost as if something were dying in the room. 

It felt so good but I need what I need.   I didn't warn you but just pulled off of you and began my decent. "What..w...oh..oh my you are not to be believed."

I hungrily dove in towards you again to furiously bring you off again with my twirling tongue, but wait ....you had taught me something earlier.   You wouldn't have slapped my pussy if it wasnt something you wanted yourself.  I opened my palm and patted you...then slapped you, urged on by your "yes ..yes." 
Fingering you, licking you, groping for your bouncing breasts, hearing your emotions and passion, enjoying the guidance of your hands in my hair pulling me into you, riding your thrusts, feeling your legs tense, and synchron icities of our minds and bodies completely in the bubble together as one in both exctacy and soothing comfort as the barrier that exists before your eruption fractures in a quaking, shuddering, oneness we shared that night and for as many nights as the love between us will allow.  

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The Lesbian Seduction of My Office Co-Worker (Best of AKD)

Here is a best of to run while I work on a fewthings for you. When someone writes me I tend to ask "what was your favorite?"   This is one that keeps coming up ...so for those who haven't read it before, a bit of my vulnerability exposed, a story I poured my heart into, and one that shows I had graduated from the shy bi curious mom I had once been.   

The Lesbian Seduction of My Office Co-Worker
By akiss2desire
copyright 2010 all rights reserved

I called her on the intercom when I realized we were going to be closing the office together, working late as the only ones there again ...unpaid overtime for the company. "Hey Marcia ...just stop by my office before you leave tonight ok ?

After everyone had left but us, at about 5:20, when I had been done with my work for 15 minutes, but just waiting for her to come by as I had asked, she tapped on the door and walked in with those astounding blueish eyes that looked at me as a mentor, always waiting for me to take the lead on a project or with the next direction for her...how I love that way she looks at me so vulnerable and trusting and ...well...young. At 23, stunningly beautiful thick black hair, her light blue polo shirt and khaki pants in now way showing off what I knew was beautiful beneath, with her 5'6 skinny girl stature offset by hips that were larger than the rest of her frame ..and the same could be said about her breasts, large round cantaloupes that defied gravity somedays in her business attire.

However, I had seen more of those beautiful breasts when Marcia and I were washing cars for charity one Saturday morning. Braless with a clinging black tshirt that day, her nipples stiffened by the wetness as if to announce that she was available and between boyfriends, and she knew how good it looked, for she was putting it out there to get the compliment I gave her. "Every guy that comes by here today thinks you are the hottest girl in the state," I flirted..and there is no doubt that day she wanted the guys to notice...and they did ..and I did. She is not a lesbian.

But then again, neither am I ...as far as anyone I work with knows.

But I had decided Monday that "this was the week" I was going to make a pass at her, and early that Tuesday morning I had decided that "this was the day," it was going to happen, and I felt like I looked my best for the guys too in a strapped sundress lowcut with my far less than perfect boobs half showing. You know, my boobs since high school get me noticed and I am never afraid to orchestrate whatever that show is ..somedays a little showing, other days as much as I can in the workplace ....don't care what anyone says about me or about them. Not perfect and of course sagging as I approach my mid-30's. But they've always been big ...and full ...I even if I am someone who doesn't often allow myself to think good things about myself, I at least will say that I can make cleavage look good for the guys ...but on this day, it wasn't for the guys at all. I pulled the dress down and pushed my boobs up and through while I waited for her to come in.

And I was scared and nervous because I just have barely done this ...but I can't say never ...and in fact, since the last time I really "went for it," I found the lesbian love of my lifetime ...or at least for a few months before the heartbreak ....I felt empowered to give it another try ...but this time, with a co-worker ..with someone who could bounce it back and hurt me ...I was taking a HUGE chance. But I had reasoned that Marcia was worth it, and so many signs she had given me made me or things she had confided to me made believe at least two things. One: That she was sexually aware and fairly free, by saying things like "hey I'll try anything once, and twice if it feels good," and the like, and Two: That she and I were close enough to take the chance I was about to take, by telling me, among other things, that I was her best friend, and that there was "nothing" she wouldn't do for me if I asked. I was about to ask her to do something ..but not for me, but rather WITH me. What was about to happen was very very big....either a big dissapointment ....or a big step forward for both of us...stepping forward to the bedroom I hoped.

Boldy and confidently I was ready to make a serious advance
"Is something wrong?" She asked with genuine concern. "Did I do anything wrong ?"

"No... ..first ...sit down," and she did across the desk from me in the fairly cramped and cluttered office, " and ...just hang on a second...do you have a few mminutes?"
"I don't have a life," she laughed.
"Here, " I said while opening my desk and reaching in for the turquoise bracelet I had bought her the weekend before.
"I was in that shop again and this time I didn't just THINK that was perfect for you...I couldnt resist getting it for you."
"You shouldn't have ...it is wonderful," she was sincerely flattered. It was a perfect bracelet for her and when she put it on, "I can't take this ...this wasn't cheap I know where you got it,"
"But I wanted you to have it ."
"Wow ... you know me all too well Brenda ...I love it. THANK you....I'll do something nice for you sometime."
"You're good to me all the time, if it werent for you I'd be here to midnight tonight" I laughed, and we both did in acknowledging we were working pretty hard as a team lately.
"Marcia ..I love to hear you laugh...its great."
"What on earth can I do to repay you for this?"
"Welllll...thats the thing....I need to talk to you about something ...and you can repay me by not killing me if you don't like what I am about to talk to you about.....or ....at the very least, if you could keep a secret."
"Oh no, you're quitting...you got another job?"
"No no no...not that ...I'm not going anywhere....I love working here...and the biggest reason is cause I get to work with you everyday."
"Just don't leave."

And I steeled myself ...because the small talk was over ....the "ahhhhh" of the awkward what comes next moment had arrived, and I was about to drop the big lesbian bomb on her. And I knew she didn't know it was coming. And I didn't know what would happen ...but I couldnt go another day without saying it.

"Well...I need to talk to you...or rather...I want to talk with you..and I'm just nervous cause I know ..or I THINK what I am going to say is going to shock you...I think."
"Well I think you know you can talk to me about anything ...I thought we already are completely honest with each other?"
"Well Marcia? This has been going on for a month ..or maybe it's been going on since we started working together a year ago...and I haven't been able to find the words. "
"Marcia....(her eyes locked mine and she looked SO beautiful ...and I knew there was no turning back)I'm looking for an excuse to ask you on a date."
"ohhhh", and after a slight nervous laugh and a long pause she continued"you mean a hanging out date or a date date?
I sighed as deep of a sigh of relief as I have ever sighed because of the fact that I had finally said it. "alot of that depends on you...but I AM talkiing about the the kind with a kiss good night or even more is what I was talking about....and let me explain?"

At that point it looked like a possible rejection. She started shaking her head back and forth as if to say no and looking at the ground snapped nervously, even with a tinge of anger "I never been on a lesbian date....much less with a married ..."

"Yeah ...I gathered that, I interrupted, " ....and I'm sorry but I also know the lesbian inside me that almost nobody knows about isn't usually this direct and bold ...but I think we'd be ok...no pressure ... no big deal .... you know, just take it as a compliment that I'd like to ....ummmm...be more than friends...and obviously, I needed to trust you....I mean, hell, I could get fired or you could break up my marriage cause my husband doesnt know just how much of a lesbian (yes I said it) I have become ...see ...nobody knows ...so Marcia ..I am trusting you like nobody else in believing you won't tell anyone that I'm trying to jump your bones (I laughed) and...let me say one more thing while I'm making an ass of myself.

"You aren't!" she injected

My persuasion intensified. "....let me explain that I thought about this a million times and I just didn't want to go out with you somewhere, try to seduce you ...all that bullshit you know...try to kiss you or get you drunk and fucking grab your tits," I smiled and laughed a bit and fortunately, she smiled and giggled too... "its just not me or the way I thought I should do this...so...I just wanted you to know upfront what my intentions are ...that I LOVE being friends with you and ...I have kinda wanted more for a long time now....just haven't been able to find the way to tell you...so there is no good way to tell you that I like you ...alot ...love you in some ways ....and I cant pretend anymore that I don't have feelings for you that go wayyyy beyond ...." My mind searched for the words in this moment of amped up emotion...." I just cant hide the way I feel about you or the desire to be with you for ....not just for me ...for BOTH of us...I mean ...I just can't pretend its not about ...something more than friends ... ANYMORE. I...Marcia ...(I raised my voice and leaned towards her.)...I'm crazy about you and I've been trying to tell you that forever."

So there it was ...I had passionately, intimately, even apolgetically pleaded my case and confessed my desire for her at the end of our workday ...knowing that whether she turned me down or accepted my advance, that the next day we worked together would be MUCH different ..risking so much because there was so much to gain. Her beauty, her way, her incredibly georgeous and piercing blue eyes and every freckle on her face was beckoning me to take whatever chance there was to take to know the tenderness of a kiss with her, to know the taste of the skin of her neck, the weight of her breast and the sight, sound and eruption of sexual pleasure I would stop at nothing to give her ..if only she would let me into her heart. I had divulged my lesbianism, yearning for her, and shown more vulnerability with her than probably with anyone else I had known going back to at least high school. Now came the wait. A few seconds that felt like a lifetime ....not knowing if there would be acceptance and reciprocation, apologetic denial of my overture, or in the worst cas if I had completely misjudged her, a bitter and uncomfortable end to our friendship. But I knew I had given it my best and set it up so that there was nobody else in the office that night, so that if it were the answer I desired, I wouldnt have to wait for her first kiss, for it could happen tonight ...and maybe more. And if there were tears, or anger, we were isolated.

"Well I won't tell a soul...you know you can trust me ...but ...I honestly had no idea whatsoever that you were bisexual."

"Well....I might not be bisexual...I didn't say bisexual you might have noticed....but I am realizing I am not straight....never have been that ...but ...thats a long story...maybe I will write a book or tell everyone in a blog." I felt coy about that remark.

After a contemplative moment of hesitation, with her eyes looking towards the ground, her voice quivered a little but there came the moment of her admission," ummm...I have had a few fantasies ok...I mean for a long time but I never did anything about them ...but IF I were to ever do anything about it ...and thats a BIG IF ...you'd be someone I'd be thinking about ummm...you'd be someone I think I'd ..." She just stopped and bit her lip fairly hard , fidgeted and raised her eyes up from the ground, but still didn't look me in the eye ...looking past me when she said, "I think we could maybe see what happens."

"And if nothing happens beyond a few laughs, then thats no big deal. We are still gonna be friends ...no matter what."
"I know that," she snapped.
"And if something does happen ...oh you know...I think you'll like it,"
"I think I know that too."
I went sarcastic to break the tension, " you know...get your toenails painted ...listen to Melissa Etheridge music...learn to play field hockey." And she smiled and laughed.
"C'mere." I reached over the desk to grab her hand and a squeezed it fairly tightly. "I'd never do anything to hurt you. Please don't be afraid of me ....I'm the same me you know...just now you know I love women."
"So there is alot you haven't told me..."
"Go out with me ...I'll tell you anything you want to know."

She looked down and shook her head.

"A lesbian date with a married woman almost ten years older than me?"

"Is the age a problem ...I mean...I understand it if is?"

"no gawd no ....age is NOT a problem," she replied, "but not knowing what the hell to do is a problem...being really confused is a problem," and so I grabbed her hand again and squezed and waited for her to look into my eyes again, and I noticed a welling of a tear, "you just gave me so much to think about."

"Why don't you leave all the thinking to me." It was the right thing to say and I knew it ..and almost did a victory dance ...cause that moment I knew I had her ...and I realized that moment I was going home with our first kiss if not more. Same as I knew she trusted me in work projects on a day to day basis, she melted and gave herself to me at that moment. I rose up from my chair and walked to her side of the desk to collect on what I had dreamed about for so long. As I walked I told her of my intention, " Marcia ...I can't wait to feel your lips on mine." And as I arrived at her side of the desk she rose to meet me in stance and I put my arms around her and looked into her trusting eyes, and lowered into her , and met with the softest lips that I kissed ever so gently at first ...and feeling no resistance at first, and giving in and overwhelming acceptance in her mouth opening wider and our embrace tightening, I probed and then jabbed my tongue into the velvety warmth of her welcoming mouth and kissed her deeply and passionately while she and I both went limp, overpowered by emotion and lust, in each others arms.

"Oh god Brenda," she said when we broke free of each others lips, but gripped ever more firm in our embrace, "that was ssoooooo good."

"I've wanted you for so long Marcia," I panted, and began to stroke her back and shoulders and run my fingers through her thick hair while we gazed into each others eyes. Her eyes were half closed ...bewildered ...surrendering. I will never forget the look in her eyes that wonderful moment.

Again we kissed, more passionately than before, and while standing, I turned to sit into the chair that she had been sitting in and pulled her smaller body into me all while never breaking our lips apart. She sat upon me and after a moment when we both had to trust that the office chair would hold us both, she sqatted over me and began to lead our kisses and push her body closer into mine in this new, very very comfortable position.

"What are we doing," she slightly moaned, and I answered, "I don't want to stop."

Now ...I have to say something here. I have a fair amount of experience in various sexual positions with both men and women, and am aware of the power sharing that goes on and how intimate that aspect of love making is. I have read and written lesbian erotica all my life, watched movies and vids and immersed myself into the L Word, and I understand, though do not always practice, the dom / sub or also the dyke / fem dynamic. In my lovemaking experiences ...it is just never about dyke fem with me and whomever...its just us making love. But ...I have to say that in this moment, with her kissing ME so deeply, squatting over me, me sliding down in the office chair and her rising above me to kiss me deeper, I never freakin felt more in control of a woman in all my experiences. She had gone in minutes from being this close to rejecting me to intensifying our intimacy and letting all of her sexual arousal center upon showing me a willingness to do anything to please me, or at least, please us. Its hard to describe this feeling limited to words, but while she held me more tightly and kissed me more deeply, giving and receiving more tongue, and deeper, with every breathtaking french kiss, she was also surrendering to me and letting me know that she was now mine and any doubts or hesitations were quickly gone. So in this position as she and I kissed, I slide further under her and rose my hips in rythm as my swelling and throbbing for her grew by the second. Its in this moment that I have to say that if I never felt like I was a dyke or a dom, for the moment anyway, I felt it and honestly, felt it so strong that the thought flashed through my mind of wishing I had something there for her to ride. My earliest lesbian fantasies had occassionally contained a strap on fantasy, but I'd say for about 5 years or so, that thought was gone and I just had decided I felt I no longer wanted that ...which was especially solidified with my last gf and all of our passionate tribbing. But in this position under her and the way she was kissing me, and I was kissing her, I pushed my hips into her and she "umphs" sweetly into my mouth in our kiss, and I responded with a moan of my own and push up into her again ...louder and more intently into my mouth her next grunt ...and if she it is like this it feels so good and I don't care what the label is, I am there with her and for her.

Our kiss breaks and our eyes lock onto one another and in between pants I am able to say the only thing I can utter, "You don't know what you are doing to me." And she responds, "You don't know what you have done to me." My blood is rushing through my veins like never before, and my mouth wants to devour her and my pussy wants to grind her but I resign and admit in almost a whimper, " we can't do this here." Such a look a dissapointment on her face, which I am sure matched my own, "I don't want to stop....Brenda we CANT stop."


I pouted and frowned and moaned and felt all the sexual pent up frustration and tried to fight the urge to lay her down on the floor of the office right there ...nobody would likely see ...but it was possible enough that I wouldnt take that chance and knew she wouldn't want to either, no matter what her adorable, surrendering eyes were saying.

"This is happening so fast...I just wanted to tell you ....I didn't know this was going to get like this."

"I can't believe what you are doing to me," she replied. "I have never been this wet in my life."

"I know baby ..me too ...I wanted this for so long ...I've been wet for you many nights. In my fantasies I have already made love to you a million times."

"You have ? I mean...wow..thats just so unreal." I knew it had been so much so fast....catching our breath and knowng what could come next.

"So are we going to have a date ?"


"hmmmmm definitely....but I don't want to wait ...but i know we can't do this here....can't you come home with me for a little while ?"

"You want that ? now? so soon ?"

"Ive never wanted anything more."

I put my arms around her neck and looked into her eyes. I had sure wanted to make love to her for the longest time, and summoned the courage on this day to risk my very job and ask out my co-worker on a lesbian date. In the million thoughts I thought in a split second were included the possibility that if I did not act now, I may never have another chance. She could decide she is "not that way," as my high school best friend so painfully put it in turning me down. I had to be sensitive about the fact that if this was happening wayyy too fast for me, the one who instigated all this, imagine how blindingly fast it was happening for her. I even contemplated the possibility that if I didn't make love to her this instant, that she might think it was ME who was rejecting her and pull away. How fast this thunderstorm had turned into a tornado ...I was torn between damage control, and letting go of myself with not control and reckless abandon.

I gave her a quick peck on the lips and first ran my fingers through her hair. "What are we going to do?" I asked, and she whispered an ever so lusty whisper, "what are we going to do."

I reached down and grasped her hand and guided it to between my legs and put it upon my warm, wet mons that she could feel swollen and moist through the fabric. She absolutely froze for a second ....so when she didn't push her palm into my softness, I pushed her hand firmly into the heat of my desire for her. I felt her go limp against me and her wrist began a motion that caused me to gasp. No woman needs teaching of touch ...just courage and encouragmenet to do it. "baby," I whispered, "That's gonna be there for us when we have our date. It's not going away ....You made me want to make love to you more than anyone ever ..bar none. And this, " I said as I reached towards her warmth between her legs and gently but firmly massaged my message into the damp fabric of her excitement, "this is what we both feel right now and will the next time...but baby... But it can't be this way, so I am sorry ...SORRY that I didn't plan for more time with you if this had happened. I could have guessed you were so passionate ...I didn't believe you'd be so ready to be this passionate with me. I mean, if you think I surprised YOU today ...you surprised ME ten times more in the way that you kissed me. So ... PLEASE give me another chance...just you and me...(kiss) this weekend (soft kiss) ...just you and me (kiss) ...any way you want ." And I kissed her more deeply and passionately and with more determination to express my affection than I have kissed any woman or ever will. She had to know my heart in that kiss, or I feared, I might lose her. When her tongue started kissing me harder and her wrist action rotated her palm against my pussy in such a way as to begin to build an orgasm , my frustration in the situation let out an combination of moan and grunt that opened her eyes, and widely peering into mine for a clue for what was to come, I picked her hand off my crotch and sighed a very deep sigh and told her all I could say to sum it up, " girl....you don't know ...you just have NO idea what you have done to me today."

And so ..it was soooo hard gathering ourselves in between the looks we gave each other, the hand squeezes, the longing looks, the numerous hugs in the next ten minutes, and a tender, emotional, passionate kiss before we left my office and headed for the door.


In the several days before our "date", I have to confess that work was awkward when we were in the same room or working on our project together. Frankly, all that I FEARED about having a relationship with a co-worker came to fruition, including a moment when we staunchly disagreed about something and I sensed that if SHE didn't get her way, the underlying message was that the tryst between us might be in danger. I quickly gave her her way. At the start of the next day and the day after, you could cut the tension in the room with a knife between us ...but each night we emailed each other the fondest things and the mutual looking forward to our night together.


She reminded me about 100 times that she didn't know what she was doing because she had never done this, she wondered if I was going to "teach her," to which I replied that she would need no teaching based on what we experienced in my office, and when she asked me to flat out tell her exactly what we were going to be doing together, I responded with an email.

Babe,

You seem to want me lay out a roadmap of what we are going to be doing Friday night. I am sure that your fantasies of what is to be and mine will have some similarity, and some vairance. I know you are nervous ...and I soooo wish we could have consummated our love the other night at the office so that all of this wonder and doubt would be resolved. Even though we didnt come to orgasm together, I want to tell you that the other night is one of the most wonderful sexual experiences of my life. Having said that, there are some things you just want to be reassured about ..and I am glad to share some of that so that we both will feel more comfortable.

The first thing to know is that nothing is going to happen that you don't want to happen. We are big girls and if it weren't to feel right, than that would be that and we could go back to being good friends and nothing more. But leaving it at that is not what I sensed from you when I made my shameless pass at you. Nobody ever kissed me back like that. Nobody ever made me want to penetrate her soul like you did. So ...I will be honest ..if I had my way, tomorrow night we'd skip dinner and go straight to the bedroom. Is that crass of me to say ? I just can't wait to pick up where we left off. When I was asking you out, I meant that ..let me buy you dinner and Mohito ...let me relax you and get to know you more intimately and THEN make love to you. But it seems that we started something the other night that we can't stop ..at least thats what I think. SO ...if you want to know what tomorrow night is going to be like ...how about I show up with a pizza and some wine coolers and we take it from there. If you will let me, I want to show you pleasure that you have only imagined. I want to give you my whole self ..my lips, my tongue, my fingers and all that I have to give you ...and all I want back from you is appreciation. Will you be nervous, YES and I respect that but know that even though I have done this before and you haven't, I will be nervous ..NOT because it is with you...being with you is the most natural thing I can think of right now...but because I want to live up to your expectations and give you everything I can. Rome wasn't built in a day my love ...so know that even though there are a MILLION ways I want to make love to you, there are only a few that we will have time for :) so let that be our night. Let me drink in your beauty in every way and show you what I have been feeling for you for so long. Tomorrow night we will be one.

Love

B


End part One


Part II

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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My First Lesbian Sexual Experience

This was hard to write ..it took a long time and the more I wrote, I remember telling a friend I just didnt seem to be able to get to the "good part."  It was a very emotional story for me to get out. 

Sharing it with the newer readers of my blog :)

The Moment Of Lesbian Inevitability Finally Realized.
My First Time Story
By Brenda
All Rights Reserved

On a snowy January day when school was out...SHE CALLED. It is important to know that Donna had NEVER called me. I was sleeping in..the phone rang..I debated should I pick it up or keep sleeping.

"Hi Brenda, this is Donna"... The shiver down my body. Did I wake you up?

Just a little

So I don't know if you can do it or not...but I have a favor to ask...I sprained the hell out of my ankle and I can hardly get around the apartment, much less up and down the stairs. I'm on crutches and its icy..and I'm worried about how much MORE damage I can do to myself if I fall face down three flights of stairs...
so..could you ..sometime today...could you come walk the dog? I mean..I'd pay you.

For goodness sakes we;re friends...you dont have to pay me!

Well..I know...ok..but ...I tell you what..I rented a couple of movies and if you dont have plans we could have a snow day together you know, just ...hanging out...watching a video...if you want...I'd love it.

Why this was significant...she's not saying that me and Cheryl or Julie, or Becky or JoJo ...she was inviting me...just me...and I knew right then that it was almost certainly a "thing" and not just a friendly visit...I knew right then this was a date...I knew right then I wanted her and I to really kiss...perhaps more..and I knew that moment that it was probably going to happen TODAY.


AND I was exhilarated.
AND I was scared. I knew what I wanted...but I also knew I didnt have a true idea WHAT was going to happen. Fear and anticipation ...such a mixture of emotions.



Hey...when you get here..don't knock..its open ok ?


We agreed it would take me 45 mins to an hour to get ready. I could have been there in 20 minutes really...but I was showering and dressing for a date.







So..it was come over and walk the dog....that was the pretense..but instinticively I knew that after all the buildup..., something was maybe going to happen. I didn't think neccesarily that that meant sex..but I was pretty sure that ..at least... some answers were about to come my way about what was ...well I hope what was going to be "us." I also knew that there was a chance that nothing at all about the night we held hands and snuggled might be said...or that she might want to talk to me to put the brakes on the crush on her I had revealed. I would come armed with my letter if it might come in handy. As it was though...I showered, perfumed and dressed as I would for a date. I would look my best..my sexiest... for the first time in my life I was shaving my legs, trimming my bush, putting on makeup and adjusting a bra and blouse to show my boobs for a girl. I chose my best "screw me" bra, the soft red front hook underwire with lacy embroidery,...the bra that Thomas, the 32 year old married man I had shamefully given myself to on two afternoons had called "the most seductive thing he had ever seen," and added over that an oversize red design squareneck that let my pushed up cleavage pour out of, along with my favoritedenim skirt. I didn't go all "Saturday Night" with the eyemakup and touch of lipgloss...but it sure wasn't a snowy monday morning look as well. At least I kept the low heel shoes fairly casual because of the ice ...I needed something easy to walk in. I was doing all of this for her. I looked in the mirror before walking over and gave myself a talk...."this is it Brenda." I thought of a million things I might say ..but as I left my apartment and began the short few hundred yards walk to her place, as I got closer, my mind was overloaded ..I was just in a fog and my blood was rushing and my heart was palpitating.





That the very fact that she called meant that she was at least considering something that this was a call to see if I was really interested .. but... there was no way to prove our feelings were mutual without going out on quite a limb...making a bona fide pass or saying something obvious. On that walk I sooooo wished she would be the one...but I told myself that I was not leaving without letting her know how I feel. But it was the way she said that morning about 8:30 on the phone call ,"lets just hang out and see what happens, " that i began to dare to dream that for the first time we would be alone ..and perhaps i would get the answer to a longstanding question I had with her...which was..wonder what it would be like if we could just be alone together. We had never truly been THIS alone before. And HOW LONG had I wanted THIS.



Even though she said to come in, I knocked, and entered at the "come IN," command. The dog greeted me, and there was Donna with her ankle wrapped and elevated on the couch ...crutches beside her and still in comfortable sweatpants and braless grey tshirt ...her hair in a ponytail and a cup of coffee at her side ...I was overdressed. Completely. And by the looks of her ankle and crutches...I felt like that hot and heavy makeout session I had mapped out was at this point going to be off the table. I had really let my hopes get too high, and needed a dose of reality. She wasnt on crutches, fending off pain when we held hands that night in the kitchen. SO...I let my wants be doused for a moment...but it was just a moment. She saw to that.


I took her dog on a pretty long walk. The cold wind was blowing on my face that morning and I was probably about as confused about a relationship as I have ever believed I could be. But as I walked her dog, a sweet knee high collie who wasnt taking any direction for me in where our path would lead, I replayed what had happened before I attached the chain and listened to her instructions about the hows and ways to take her pup around the apartment complex. My hand was on the doorknob and I was rezipping my coat when she emphasized to me "THANK YOU for doing this Brenda....you've always been such a good friend to me and....(fairly long pause) I have ALWAYS been more attracted to you then any guy or girl I have ever known. I think we have something special between us, don't you ?"

And I thought..."did she just say attracted??? did she mean that the way I thought she meant it?" And when I looked at her I knew she did. HOW does one act at this defining moment. Well...I am the most awkward person in the world. "You are soooo the coolest" I said...and she said " You are Brenda, and I have never seen you look as beautiful as you do right now....so hurry back!" I just did not know what to say ...I leaned in and we hugged a tight hug that ended with me totally holding her up to make sure she didn't lose balance on her bad ankle. "I'll hurry."





I had no idea about what was going to happen..But I sure did know that I had put myself in this very sexual situation ...with an attractive, fun to be with woman .. Think about Christmas ...no...Christmas Eve ..when you are 5 and you believe in Santa ..and you just know you've been good enough to get that bike ...and many other wonderful things he is sure to have left ...the ANTICIPATION ...My Gawd...the anticipation as I walked in the brisk air had me in a good shiver that had nothing to do with the 25 degree temperature.







It took me a long time to write about the sex of what happened that first time with a woman because ...it was about AL L L LL LLL LL LLLLLLLL LLLL these other things. I couldn't write about it from the "I wonder if I am bisexual" angle that I have seen in many first time stories...because I had been damn sure of my bisexuality since I understood what women did to each other. I couldn't write this "oh innocent me getting seduced by the older woman" story, because I had been trying to get myself into a sexual situation to let SOMETHING happen for a long time by the time it actually did. In fact...it is rather comical looking back, at all the drama in my mind for that length of time I knew her. The wants and the fantasies and the flirts and the overtures I felt were strong enough to be recognized if she wanted me too, but weak enough to back out of if she was offended by me sending sexual signals her way. I am so much older now ...when I look back, I think I am amazed by how many thoughts could go through my teenage mind at once, or in a day, or in a nightime wet fantasy.




Of that first sexual encounter with her I will say that I had probably made love to her, oh maybe a conservatively estimated one million times in my minds fantasy ...so as it unfolded...the surprise was that there were so many surprises. And, as someone who had experienced a great deal of sex with guys before that day, you can say all you want that there can't be comparisons ...but ...I let myself go there enough to realize that the biggest difference in making love with a woman was that there were soooooo many surprises. I have read other women always talk about how soft the kiss, the skin, the feeling of long silky hair or the texture of nails dragged across sensitive skin as all being so alarmingly DIFFERENT in a first time experience ..and yes, those were all present. But also ... how god forsaken wonderful it was to have her soft tongue deep inside my mouth and how incredibly stimulating it was to enter her mouth with my tongue the same and have her suck on it so softly. How differently she held me than I had ever been held and how RIGHT that felt in those moments with her arms around my neck and her gentle falling into me as opposed to the "getting on top of me" I had known before. How good her lips felt upon my neck ...her teeth gently scraping to my sensations delight. So many surprisingly "better than you ever dreamed" moments.



As I first felt her nipple stiffen to welcome my fingertips touch ...a moment I certainly had dreamed of nearly nightly since I was 12, the accompanying seething sensual intake of her breath, high pitched "ah" and the shudder of her body all in that split second of her pleasure resonated in my heart, raised goosebumps upon my body, and solifidied the deepest root of my sexuality, that I sooooo get off on getting my lover off, and thus, her nipple stiffening to my touch in combination with everything else wonderfully overloaded my every sense and froze me. But yet again...the surprise as that same nipple stiffened and puckered now to its maximum attention as it slipped across my lips and against my waiting tongue. The "even more?" exhiliration sent another lustful jolt through me ... ..and I remember the surprise of the "no duh" moment of my belaboring the question of how I would position myself to lick her thigh .....and oh how delectable that was ...even though it was by that moment torturous to be so close to where I wanted my lips, mouth and tongue to begin the devouring I had waited so very long for....but how time and time again in this encounter, time itself sometimes became the largest dilema of all ..time in HOW MUCH TIME to spend in these deep french kisses when I could feel her hips rocking and I knew how badly her pussy wanted attention. ...prolonging the moment when I would pay respects to where she would know my strongest desire while an imaginary time clock measured every act of giving pleasure. I gently sucked upon the right side of her neck and rolled my tongue into her shoulder blade while my fingertips gently raked down her back. And when my hands lifted her breast and then another ...feeling that soft weight, the supple give of the skin and tissue and the knowing that we both were trembling together in a moment ...not just a moment...a momentous day of mutual desire...and the loudest quiet ever known. TIME was ever ticking on the "how longs" of our act ...when gently sucking her nipples became an engulfing inhaling and squeezing which caused her hips to writhe beneath me...HOW MUCH TIME before I have to leave this wonderful feeling we both are sharing because there is more and more important work (work???? PLEASURE !) to be done elsewhere ?" Those questions of time have never been more prevelant in between the sheets as they were that day with her.

And in speaking of the most wonderful of surprises, perhaps the two most enormous shudders of pure pleasure I will ever know happened in her bed that afternoon. Two moments I would not ever trade for anything ...defining moments that I had no idea in the fantasies leading up to what we did, versus the reality of doing it, would affect me, not only in the exact moments of occurence, but also 12 years later as I write this when I can surely remember these moments as though they happened five minutes ago.

With me making nothing short of mad passionate love to her ample right breast, her grip upon the back of my head and pulling me into her loosened .....like, she just let go and I KNEW what she meant with no words needed to be spoken ...we were surely even reading each others mind so that when I say she let go , it was as if SHE did it AND I beckoned it at the same time ....and SO...the question of time I spoke of earlier was decided...it was TIME to feel her down there. Her fingertips dug into my shoulder and led her hand downward past my elbow and wrist until she had taken my hand, in the act of molding and remolding her breast while I sucked, and led me down ...down and down to where the softness of her pubic hair began. Placinng my hand there...a gentle squeeze for reassurance ...and I wonder if when she did, she realized that she was not only saying "I am ready" or "I need this," but realizing how much I so very much needed to touch her there too.


"Mmmmmmmm, I moaned and smiled vibrating against her nipple I was still sucking .....and my hand took the rest of the plunge towards her mound and lips. Oh that moment. I have no real idea what it is like for anyone else who has had sex ..cmon...people have had sex since there were people. But ..dicks were dicks, and they were always hard well before they were needed to be, and what I knew about vaginas was that my vagina behaved and felt as mine did, and gosh I knew by this age everything about it, up down and sideways. But HERS....yes like mine and yes different and not like mine ...something I knew from my many fantasies...but oh how I never dreamed how this would make me feel....stroking my fingers and then sinking them past her swollen lips and inside her...she was sopping, dripping, soaking wet. And oh my gawd...that feeling it gave me...of lust, of passion, and mostly I have to admit how my every nerve felt the immense satisfaction at that moment of the knowing that her twice as wet as I had ever felt myself pussy was in this extreme condition of arousal because of ME...because of US ..because of THIS MOMENT we were both in. And, yes, I was aware of how wet I was and knew without touching it was wetter than I too had ever been and what at some point she would know about from touching me....but for this moment...again, a moment I would not trade for any other in my life, feeling her with my fingertips so wet...sliding in her...feeling her walls and it was not just warm but in fact quite hot to the touch at that moment....the most awesome sexual moment of my life to that point and would be forever if it weren't for what happened soon after.

So ..how did this start ? Yeah...the phone call...the "I have ALWAYS been more attracted to you" statement before I walked the dog ..the long months of friendship and fantasy and ...as I said ...this is about allll those things. But how did we get to the bed, is a part of this story I must tell?


Well, when I got back from walking the dog, she had almost finished toasting some bagels for breakfast, had poured out two very large glasses of Sunny D, had changed the stereo from the morning blab radio which was on when I arrived, to some artsy fartsy guitar instrumental music, which I loved ..and set a certain quiet but flowing atmosphere. We made this and that small talk about bagels, calories, and the dog. I sat on the couch away from where she was set up with her blanket and pillow and we talked and ate and gazed into one anothers eyes until the gaze needed to be broken. I had the knowing that something was probably going to happen, or at least I was going to get some answers about much ...and soon we were feeding the dog scraps and laughing at his leaps for this or that morsel ...and in the first semi-uncomfortable silence she spoke softly, "girl..we gotta talk ya know?" And I thought, here it comes, just let me down easy.

"ummmmm ..I am just going to come right out and say it...and nothing we say gets repeated anywhere..just between us ok ?" (ok I nodded) " You umm...are ....are you a lesbian ...or bisexual?" she asked

"is it that obvious I am at least one of those," I laughed. After a few moments I added, "lets put it this way ...I am sure I have always known that I have wanted more ...you know..MORE ...but its not just about the sex ..and ummmm...I don't know how to say this ..but ..I never had feelings for a particular girl ...i mean...not til now...not til lately....like you know, such a strong crush where I am writing notes and tearing them up and wanting to say more than I think I can say."

"You can say anything to me Brenda."

"Well what if I am having some pretty strong feelings for you....I've been afraid to tell you in case you tell my friends, or even my mom ...but I have a stronger feeling you might feel the same way."

"girl..you know I do"

"no I don't know"

"I do"

"oh" was all I could say ...and was that to be it ? Feeling the fear inside me turn to warmth ...I looked at her "what are we talking about ?"

"I think we talking about becoming lovers...but I never did that ..and I dont really know if I know what to do," she said quizically with a nervous giggle.

In my strongest burst of confidence I said "I never did it either ...but I am pretty damn sure I know what to do ....and I'm pretty sure you might like what I have in mind ?"

I reached over and touched her leg and began stroking her calf above her uninjured ankle more as a nervous but affectionate show of togetherness ....and we sat in silence for about a minute like this..me looking down at her leg ..feeling all those nerves bundle up, bundle out, relax and then bundle back up again as every single emotion I ever felt zig zagged through my mind and we were both lost for words. In that minute, in fantasy, I made love to her and her to me in every conceivable way ...so many thoughts and feelings rushing through. And when I could speak, I uttered almost apologetically, "just so you know," I broke the silence...."this is about alot more than just sex for me...whatever happens ok?"

"Me too" she earnestly replied. .....and added "ummm ..would you c'mere and help me up if you can ok ?"



I arose to walk towards her and debated mentally a million ways we might have a first kiss which I wanted so desperately at that moment. This would be the first opportuntiy..I could just lean down for this kiss I felt I couldnt wait another minute for. ...but more important was that happiness ...whatever...it was GOING to happen. And you can laugh if you will, but I felt more like a virgin that morning than I ever did before I did anything with a guy. And to me, it felt so deeply real and more natural then anything I had ever felt was coming. In a businesslike fashion I helped her up and off the couch and she motioned for her crutches and said "hey...I gotta go take a shower ...can you sit here and watch tv or ...wait a sec...let me get something...stay here." She crutched her way back towards her bedroom and my mind raced wondering what was going on. She came back with book...a rather thick book that turned out to be an erotic anthology of short sexy stories. She had her finger in it marking a story and handed to me saying," read this one by ____________," (for the life of me I wish I knew this story because I would like to own it today)..."It is so erotic ...I've read it a dozen times ...worn out a few sets of batteries," she laughed. And that was a good ice breaker. "ohhhh ..Im gonna miss you," I said knowing she was going away from me at a critical moment....but I also knew a woman wants to feel clean if she is going to do anything ya know...she didn't have to do that for me, but I would do no good to say that, and I knew it. "Now read that ..and don't start anything without me." "I wouldn't," I said, but the best feeling was again, knowing that today, there would be something started for certain we both knew by now. Neither knew how, we both knew it would....finally fear and worry and doubt and pent up and quelled desire had become INEVITABILITY.

I read the sincere, passionate, sexually explicit story which got me wet and yes, I touched myself a time or two while waiting for what seemed like forever ....I finished the story and waited, and thought and waited, and fantasized, and waited, and finally got up..went back in towards the back of her apartment where she was still in the bathroom and finishing her eye makeup with a towel around her and her damp hair tied up. I tingled from head to toe and looked in towards the bedroom, saw the unmade bed and knew I would be there with her shortly. I came up behind her and our eyes met in the reflection of the mirror. "I missed you," I said.


"What did you think of the short story?"


"Well those women ...knew what they were doing but...umm...maybe we can do better ? ya think ?"

And it was comfortable to put my arms around her and my body engulfed her damp and nude except for the towell loveliness. "I can't wait any longer to kiss you Donna," I said as I moved in close to her and our lips met for the first time ...softly ..gently...timidly for certain in the bathroom....a kiss that had more tenderness than every kiss I ever had or dreamed of wrapped into it, but virtually none of the pure lust and passioniate kisses we would soon share. Still...so nice was the moment I wanted it to never end ...slipping our tongues together and into each others warmth that first time ...from "what to do" to knowing what comes so naturally. Our kiss broke and our hug began and her caress upon my shoulders felt divine. I looked in her eyes and said "hurry up in here..I'm going to wait for you in there."

"I thought we were gonna watch a movie," she said.

"Whatever you want to do, but, " I paused, "that was the best kiss I ever had in my life! ....If you want to watch a movie...I want to pretend we are in the back row and not really watching the movie." I laughed. She laughed. "Im gonna wait for you in here." I said and had developed the plan already.

Yes....ME...instigating our first lesbian tongue tangle ...miraculous scary nervousness as I moved in BUT...at least I KNEW she would respond ...and NOW ..virtually commanding her to the bed...wait ? Wasnt I the just turned 18 high school senior ? Wasn't she the older, wiser, role model, big sister type grad student ? I had to laugh to myself about how it had come about that it was ME that seemed in control .....but soon I realized control and sexual power is always best when shared ....THAT was a rare and hardley ever occurence in my experience with men....power sharing between us was to come as natural and comfortable as our friendship had always been.

As she finished what she was doing in the bathroom.....I rather quickly and boldy stripped to my bra and panties and got into the bed...and pulled the covers up. "Are you in my bed girl ?" came the objection from the bathroom ?

"Yes I am in your bed..and I'm waiting for you!...hurry up!"


"are you comfortable?"


"Very"


"are you in your birthday suit>?"

"you'll know when you get in here with me" I boldy flirted.

After a few minutes she came into the bedroom , now in a light green and flowered robe and complained " I was going to put on something very sexy for you....ya know...since you dressed up for me."

"not dressed up anymore," I giggled from the bed while mentally undressing her and anticipating her every touch and tingle.

I WAS WANTING THIS SOOOO MUCH BUT GAWD I WAS SOOOOOOOO NERVOUS....dont know why...but even THAT felt like the natural normal thing given the circumstances.


How MANY times this day had I said to myself "this is it !" well...I was saying again ...but feeling it stronger than ever. I knew when I made the choice to go to the bedroom and get in the bed that there would be no turning back for me....and I was commiting her as well to at least something.

She strode over and sat on the bed next to me facing away and said "we gotta talk." I was ready for whatever and wherever this was going. My daring move was stripping and getting into bed, and when I did that, I knew she probably wasn't going to dive in a make love with me...she wasnt that kind of person I sensed.

"Just exactly how long has this been going on Brenda?" she asked


"What...me being bisexual...or me wanting to be bisexual with YOU?"

"well ..both ..but..." I knew she was asking in a round about way if I had wanted to do this since she was my student teacher way back when. That began a talk with both of us...which, in the course of the next 30 minutes or so, we confesesed our lifelong lesbian fantasies, told about the movie scenes we'd seeen and the books we had read with lesbian characters. It was nice because, surely our encounter was inevitable, but less urgent / rushed and...I think the calming cool down of a sincere talk about what we were feeling and about to feel was soothing and very natural for both of us.



I told her I KINDA thought about her sexually in class, but had really become different in the way I felt as I grew older and knew my feelings were different when we began hanging out together with the group of us as girlfriends. I told her I knew I was bisexual from the age of 12, and she said it was more recent for her ...but didn't start realizing I had affections for her until after she had had a crush on a girl in college that had turned her affections aside, and then she said she noticed some of the same puppy dog eyes upon her from me that she was giving to the woman she wanted to be with. We admitted very BIG things to each other, for instance, we confided to each other that we had masturbated while thinking of the other.



"How would you feel if I told you that when I'm friggin my riggin I never think about guys...and um...like for six months...I have only been imagining you ALOT...maybe not every time but ..alot more than anyone ?"

"I can't believe it..me too.....see...we've already done it with each other we just didn't know it!" and we laughed

We talked about the awkwardness of buying a vibrator at Spencers and the "do you need batteries with that?" moment at the counter.

We trashed men's sexual proficiency.

...and if the thought came through my mind "are you a lesbian ?" The answer was easily "who cares."

We admitted we knew there was a turning point and how it was just a matter of time and how to from that point on.

And, truly capable of a thousand thoughts between each sentence of conversation, my mind raced..."kiss me kiss me kiss me, should I kiss her, how should I kiss her, kiss me, make love to me, kiss me, kiss me now etc...WHEN ARE WE GOING TO DO IT" my mind was commanding.

As we talked she had shifted to face me and I had shifted onto my side ...she touched my shoulder once and let a finger slide under the strap ...She knew she had the liberty to do much more whenever she felt it right. She admitted she asked me over with ulterior motive on this day, and I laughed and said "I believe with me in your bed and waiting for you to kiss me, that has become abundantely clear." For a moment the silence, and then, "I am so glad you are here," .... her hand lifting my bangs and then caressing my cheek. "You are so beautiful and I have waited for this for so long." My chest turns rather pink when I am horny, and I am sure my face and everything else blushed a crimson red that moment..but it felt soooo good to be told that. She let the robe slip down...her back now nude and she turned towards me and I glimpsed her lovely breasts. She stood up long enough for the robe to fall to the floor and got in to face me. Her hand upon my cheek, my hands wandering towards her shoulders ..we embraced at the moment our lips met ..and this kiss was instantly different, more sexual, and was going to last much much longer than our first brief makeout session in the bathroom nearly an hour ago.


Oh...and about that kiss...you know how I always talk about the million thoughts through my mind ??? My mind went completely void of any thought of anything but mouth, tongue, warm, wonderful and bliss.

Side to side we made out...I worried aloud about her ankle and she assured me it was ok.

The stark realiziation of the moment. This was sex with a woman. This was finally happening. I guided her hands from my hips and back towards my breasts and she undid the front clasps to free me. I cant tell you how many times we exchanged different ways of telling each other..whispering softly mostly ...how beautiful we felt each other was. More fervent our kisses and caresses. More gradually we felt each other in exchange of the power between us, where we fell easily into where I felt I needed this to go with me making love to her body, she more or less submitted to my need to give her pleasure, and our sexual path was slowly carved out by each different touch, caress, and soft tickle between us. Her body felt SO good and when our breasts were together, my feelings were so much deeper and stronger than the sexual urges continuing to grow.

And so, as I mentioned earlier, the large and small surprises continued as down her body I traversed with my lips, tongue, hands, fingers, and passion. Feeling her that wet and feeling her respond to my finger was immensely erotic. But, knowing I wanted to go down on her made me purposely hold back a bit for I knew, and she later comfirmed, she was about to explode with orgasm from the first touch of my fingers dancing upon her clit and inside her saturated vagina.



And that was the second moment for which I would never trade anything that could be given. That moment before I kissed her there...the knowing she wanted me there, the first time of it and the ultimate expectations of unfamiliar yet so desired act of total love I had for her at that moment. So good was the first warm, wet touch of my tongue to her, my thumb and forefinger instinctively spreading her lips and flicking her clit softly ..then more forecefully. In my first time naivety I said something producing our most awkward moment...but It seemed the right thing to say at the time. As I began to lick, suck and then to finger as well, her responses in her squeezing, her breathing, her moans and other noises excited me and gave me confidence, HOWEVER, I still realized I HAD NEVER DONE THIS and so I stopped licking when she stopped responding for what may have been TWO SECONDS and said "Don't worry babe...I am not going to stop until you come." This of course, coming from the knowledge of when I had been brought to almost the brink by quite a few clumsy dates. Well, when I said that, she almost screamed, "Oh gawd no, you are doing FINE," and in the desperation of her voice knew that she was about to come. I found a way to lick her quickly that she obviously liked, and up and down over her clit with just the right pressure, held her buttocks and rode with her while her convulsions began combined with her shrieks and exclamations of joy for both of us to relish in.

And I stayed with her down there as she came again and again and again and again. I never wanted to stop and when she would come she would say "please" which was a soft plea to stop, or "i need you up here now" but that also would not get me to stop. I just slowed down long enough for her to catch her breath and then found yet another way to rise her up again towards a pulsating for both of us release.

I knew that first time that I could feel a womans orgasm through my mouth as my very own. Nothing will ever compare.



"Know what ?" she whispered to me as I lay on my back with her nestled in my right arm snuggled against me, head upon my shoulder with her soft hair and the dreamy slow motion softness of our bodies together as our breathing returned to normal and our brains allowed us to think again.

"What."

"I .....can't......wait...." she began while her fingertip traced up my sides and underneath my breast......"to lick you......." her finger encircled my breast and nipple and then began to descend towards where I throbbed, ached, and patiently needed her attention, ...and as she brushed across my mound, plunging into my wetness and as my legs spread to further invite her, "....to lick you....." her fingers inside me now and her body shifting upward to look me in the eyes, where she no doubt saw the immense flood of pleasure she was giving me down there and quickly, flashed in the hunger of my eyes, " to lick you...right ...there...>" my clit now attended to unlike anything I'd ever felt with her thumb and index finger as her lips went down to my right nipple....the wonderful strain of both my covered by her warm lips nipple and the unattended one as well powerfully announcing to me as an inner, maddening, leap to attention FOR attention, and to her, in between her lips ...the erotic bodywide quiver eminating from my nipples, my breasts, with nerve ending directly connected to the walls of my vagina and my clit being manipulated by her fingers that KNEW me from the first moment of touch. Her tongue and lips and mouth KNEW me against my nipple. I shuddered, and quivered, and arched, and trembled in letting myself...allowing myself this pleasure. She was fingering me into my panties ..the only article of clothing left between the both of us in the creamy soft sheets of her bed....she raised up and as she disengaged her fingers from me down there, my pussy wanted to follow her hand as if to say "where ya goin ?" but she lifted me up and I responded and we helped the panties down my thighs and over my legs and she dropped them on the floor.

My eyes half squinting in the curtained morning daylight of her room. I opened them for a clue as to what might be coming next and ...with both hands she began to massage and knead and my boobs. Her gaze upon them..then a glance towards my eyes responding with how good she was making me fell all over with her touch...admiring me there...yes...such pride in my boobs, but I know I shouldnt have that vanity. Her breasts and nipples had turned me on soooo much a few minutes before, and I was enjoying belieiving she enjoyed the touch of mine as much. However, unlike with any sexual partner before (that would be 100% boys and men in case thats been forgotten), my breasts were knowingly out there in a different way than ever before. Her eyes were looking directly into my mind, and I felt that look of admiration, or adoration, or whatever positive...I don't like those bradadocious adjectives, but it was clear to me that my toplessness and these touches between us ..with her fingers and eyes upon me while my own fingertips lightly brushed the soft underside of her forearm, was a wonderful sharing of the emotion and tenderness of all that was blossoming between us that morning.

I am a moaner ok ? She massages me and I moan, she shifts to provide two hands on that breast instead of the one on each and I moan louder...I dont want to sound silly..but the sounds are just coming out of me.
Half the excitment comes from the things she is doing to me and half comes from the anticipation..and ..it must be the neverending scientist in me, but the inevitable comparisons ...not only to the guys I have had sex with, thats the obvious, but also, the comparison to the ways I have just made love to her, and the comparisons to what I have fantasized about and what is playing in reality.
There are moments ...my gawd how good it feels whenever she does something that brings her breasts into ANY contact whatsoever with my skin. Her nipples stiff against my sensitive sides or my belly ...breast to breast is every bit as amazing as I always read about and dreamed of. The entirety of her soft skin against me is of course such a wonderful, delightful, brand new sensation as expected...but when that skin contact is her breasts...I feel as though I should purr or something for how good it feels to know her this way. I moan softly when it feels good ..I gasp or moan more emphatically when her lips engulf my nipples or her fingers find a new way to delight, or return to something that minutes before brought out my demonstrative ways. I am truly delirious ...a sensation that is not unlike being drunk....being so willingly led in her giving to me. I am able to punch through the submission to grope a breast or reach for her mound in whatever moment of position that that allows, but she is no doubt holding the baton of power for these moments and I have given over to her completely.

I also need to express this sensation that was never so intense with a man as it was with her and in my lesbian encounters ever since. It is that I KNOW deep inside as she makes me quiver and tingle and convulse and come..I KNOW how much I am into this..and into her....it is sooooo deep and sooo much. But ...I am ever so analytic and aware of every sign she gives me or might about how she is feeling about me. It builds and builds and is crystal clear as we continue that she is TOTALLY into giving me pleasure with her fingers, mouth, lips and tongue ...she is soooooo in this bubble with me and alert and aware of the oneness of us in this moment....yes it does feel like falling in love ....and together we are placing brick upon brick in the foundation of our growing and deepening togetherness. Until I felt it with her, I had no idea how one of the most powerful things ...100 times more powerful than the orgasmic release of sexual sensations that change, multiply and surprise second to second in our kisses, licks and touches, it is what her EYES tell me, her responses tell me, her obvious mutual desire that fuels my emotions and deepens my sensations as we go along. Its like, when her teeth dug into my nipple and my nails dug into her back, muscles contracting, audible moan and a answer to her unasked question, "YES IT FEELS GOOD WHEN YOU SUCK ME LIKE THAT," and so she rolls her tongue, nibbles me, holds me tighter against her and makes sure every possible millimeter of our skin meshes together in this moment...it is her response when weighed against mine that trumps the sexual delights. Her being totally into this with me is the truest pleasure of them all.

I can remember as it was a moment ago when she rolled down to eat me the first time. She had a beautiful silver and turquoise necklace that accompanied her tongue in softly tracing down and down towards where I craved her. I am literally almost coming from just the anticipation. I lose myself and I remember repeating "its so good its so good its so good" before her tongue ever touched me there.

She has a certain touch on my thigh ....combination of massage and erotic tenderness. It sends me. She spreads my lips and when her tongue enters me...she fucks me in and out ...I try to stay still but my hips are shaking instantly and involuntarily. Just as I had done to her before, her finger replaces her tongue and then she adds another almost simultanously as she begins to softly lick my stiff clit. She sucks on it, twirls her tongue and tightens a grib around my buttocks, pulling me foward where I was already pushiing, hands against the back of her hair and then lowering to massage a shoulder. I come so fast after she starts....I remember thinking right before my first orgasm exploded that I wondered if it really WAS her first time doing this. It was so so so technically superior ...and the powerful combination of shudders, quivers, trembles, tingles, thrusts, moans and most deeply, EMOTIONS, spilled out of my pussy, out of my vocal chords, and out of my soul each time she got me there with her warm wet mouth and tongue, sucking me, licking me, spreading me and massaging me, finger touching me, finger fucking me, controlling me, loving me.



At some point in the 30 or so minutes that felt like hours ...I become orgasmed out and in synch with me she is exhausted. I want to rest, pee, and get my mouth on her pussy again. In fact, as she was delivering such pleasure to me, an equal thought to "gawd how good this is," was, "I cant wait til this is over so I can get her off some more." I was instantly and forever addicted to the way it felt to go down on a woman....and I wanted more ...I wanted everything that day ..and I wanted everything forever....for love at any age, and especially at 18 is confusing. I was certainly in love that afternoon...in fact...that month that we were "together."

We both peed, made small talk and observed on the clock that we still had time before I would have to go home ....by my way of thinking that was to be an afternoon of sex sex and some more sex. If she had other ideas...and she did, when she came back into the bedroom and starting looking through her drawers for clothes for the day, I about tackled her. NO....don't take that pussy away from me now. It was clear that I felt I had years of the wanting this so badly to be let out. She talked about my "stamina" as I licked her and sucked her ...feeling I could not get enough of her flower and the responses to the pleasure I created for her. I opened her with a third finger .."okay ?" "oh yes," she replied.

We laid together ..she on her back, me against her side and breast..."do you want me to do something ?" I knew she was asking if I was requesting reciprocation ... "no I just want to lay like this forever if that might be possible."


She said things to me in bed that afternoon I can't ever forget..in ways that made me feel like I will never feel again. Stroking my shoulder and describing how my eyes sparkled to her, and telling me she "adored," me ...like...every time she "adored" something about me...."I adore your nipples," or, "I adore the way you touch my thighs," I would tingle. Adore just wasnt a word I ever used or heard much, and every time she said it, and said it about ME, my ADORATION for her grew.

ANd oh...her vibrator was in view the whole day ...I kept waiting, wondering IF or WHEN it would come into play ...and though the answer was, "not today,"
its presence in the room was like a third, if that can be understood....like it was crying out to be used...but Donna and I controlled that, and neither one of us cared for anything but each other that day.



We cared not for food ..."we have to do something about lunch," and I was oh so the master of the obvious, "I only want to eat you," and down again I went ..."dont start this again...ok ...dont...you cant...." but my fingers spreading her lips and my tongue once again upon her soaked lips and mound, and once again her legs would spread and her sigh of resignation would be my invitation to continue with what I felt I was quickly becoming if not the expert at what I was doing with my lips, my mouth, fingers, palms and tongue, I was at least proving I was a proficient learner, and she told me as much many times. Over the next days and weeks, my mind would wander to the things I wanted with her...everything imaginable sexually ...but this morning that was becoming a later and later afternoon, my mind seemingly looped the desire to lick and suck and finger her endlessly.

As I became adept at eating her, I also became adept at realizing when she was ready for a small break because, with my hips towards her shoulders, never having the real guts to sit upon her and make this a true sixty nine position, something we didnt do til our last time together, but as her libido slowed down, her talent with her fingers upon me and inside me drove me closer and closer to coming. I couldnt get there...or she couldn't get me there...and if I got close and then would't go over ...I would lick her all the more furiously. However...it was getting late...and I wanted to come so bad just one more time. I was aching to let go, and although I wanted her to make love to me with the passion she did before, it was out of the question in the state of sexual exhaustion we were in. I rolled my body up upon hers and kissed her deeply ...madly and passionately ...she tasting herself upon my lips and responding with a look in her eyes undescribable , but said without words that it was more than acceptable and fully desirable in the moment of "us."

Upon her thigh I began to hump her and it was so good ...my pussy and the way it felt ..but what drove me to the earth shattering orgasm rubbing against her that way, was not just the feelings against my clit...but the way she pushed her thigh into me....the the absolute surprised desperation I saw in her eyes, and as my moans and noises intensified, so did her vocal responses, and so did her tight grip around me ...holding me tight, kissing me, squeezing me, groping my breast or pulling me into her by my buttocks as I screwed my pussy against her thigh, the deepest tongue kisses and the nails digging into my back, while my fingerse dug into the mattress... and when I came this way, the exclamation point upon our first experience gave us the finale we could both live with, for if we hadnt found something like that, I wonder how long and what more we would have done to continue this experience neither of us wanted to let go of.

An out of body experience in her apartment and in her bed.....to the deep kiss at the door and tears welling up. A million "i don't know what to say" moments and expressions of gratitude, pleasant surprise, better than I thoughts, and "I have been waiting so long for this to happen for us."

I walked home and in cliche fashion I must tell you the best way to describe it is that my feet did not touch the ground. Numb...affected...and yes, in love strongly, I went home and holed up in my room, no conversation with any friends, saying as little as I could get away with when mom came home cause I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts, feelings, and rememberances of the day, and fantasies of the days to come with Donna.

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