I certainly knew Alice. I also knew I wasn’t at all sure I’d be comfortable sharing with her. She was a cheery girl of about 23, solid without being fat, with short red hair and freckles. I went and talked to her about it, and all the arrangements sounded fine. There was one issue bothering me, but I hesitated to mention it. Finally, nervously, I said, “Erm, there’s just one thing – aren’t you gay?”
I was sure she was going to be offended, but she grinned. “Oh yeah, totally. Don’t worry though Tina, I’m just offering you a place of your own, not trying to pull you. No offence, but you’re not my type.” I laughed and thanked her, feeling a complete fool. That evening Alice helped me with my case back to her place in Kensal Rise. It was a terrace house, with a shared lounge and kitchen downstairs, shared bathroom upstairs and two bedrooms. Mine was a decent size, and besides the single bed and the other usual fittings there was a writing desk, a comfy armchair, a good quality TV that the previous occupant had left, and a Yale lock on the door. I immediately felt I’d be very comfortable there. Alice and I shared a glass of wine in the lounge to mark my arrival, then she left me to settle in. I sat on the bed and reflected with amazement that on Monday morning I’d been a married woman, by Friday night I was the separated flatmate of a young lesbian.
I didn’t see much of Alice at the weekend, but on the Monday we travelled to and from work together. That evening I was just settling down in my room to watch TV over a bowl of soup when she tapped on my door and asked if I’d like to join her downstairs. Being the new girl I had felt a bit nervous about just barging in, but I was happy to accept her invitation. Alice and I quickly became good mates. It turned out we had quite similar tastes in TV, especially soaps and comedy, and we regularly spent the evening together watching, or listening to music as we talked about everything and nothing. I usually made myself scarce when she had a girlfriend round – rarely the same one twice – unless I was invited in to join them (in the lounge I hasten to add, not Alice’s bedroom!). We both took a half-day off work one day and sneaked back to my old home – Tim’s home – to pack my remaining belongings into the mini van we’d hired for the purpose. They made my room back at my new home a bit cluttered, but it was worth it.
The Sunday after that, Alice tapped on my door just before noon. “Hi Tine, I normally go and meet up with a few friends down at the pub on a Sunday for lunch. D’you fancy coming along?”
“Thanks Alice,” I said, “but you young things don’t want an old bag like me there.”
She grinned at that. “You’re as old as you feel. Honestly, you’ll like the girls, and they’ll like you. Some of them are ancient – as old as 27, even! Seriously, they’re a friendly bunch - come on Tine, it’s a laugh.”
A thought occurred to me. “Er, Alice, are the girls…”
She smiled and shook her head, in half-amusement and half-irritation. “Yes Tina, we’re all gay. And what we do is, we have this big lesbian orgy right there in the middle of the pub floor every week, gives the lads something to watch over their pints till the football comes on the telly.”
I laughed at my own stupidity, to try and cover my embarrassment. “Sorry I’m such an arsehole. Yeah, I’d love to come, thank you.”
I did have a really good time. I accompanied Alice regularly after that - there were usually somewhere between five and eight of us there, and we talked, laughed, lunched on typical pub grub, and listened to the regular live set of classic ’70s blues and soul from a local duo. Within a couple of weeks I was just accepted as one of the gang – nobody could have cared less that I was straight, and I enjoyed the catty gossip among the girls about their friends, enemies, romances, and the evils of men in general, as much as they did. The other regulars all knew the noisy birds in the corner were a bunch of dykes, but weren’t in the least bit bothered, greeting us with jovial cordiality.
There was one girl who seemed to particularly take a shine to me. Her name was Laurel and she was 25, tall and slim with long, chestnut coloured hair, and a pretty face with big brown eyes, high cheekbones and lips which seemed to form a natural pout. She had a soft voice with the slightest trace of a Scots accent – she was from Stirling – and made a point of bringing me into conversations if I seemed to have drifted out of them. At first she always arrived with another woman called Jenny, a few years older than her, but after a few weeks Jenny stopped appearing. Alice told me they’d split up, and left it at that.
After Jenny faded away, Laurel and I usually found ourselves sitting next to each other, and increasingly we seemed to be talking more just with each other than as part of the main group. One day I realise that they’d gone quiet, and looked up to see the other five all staring at Laurel and me; then as one they burst out laughing. I felt unaccountably embarrassed, and said, “What?!”, while Laurel smiled into her beer glass.
Laurel worked in the sports department of the local council. I told her that I had resolved to start going back to the gym, but hadn’t found the enthusiasm yet. She said, “You should come with me. I go at least one night a week, and on Saturdays. In the summer I play tennis too. I used to be quite good as a kid, and it’s a much more interesting way to keep fit than pounding a treadmill. Do you play?”
I told her, “I used to, years ago, but I wasn’t very good even then. I think it’d kill me now.”
She chuckled at that. “We should have a game sometime. Not a real game, just a gentle knock-up. Honestly, it is good fun, and I’m not exactly Amelie Mauresmo.”
I agreed to meet Laurel at the gym one evening. It was only a few minutes walk from the house, so I changed into my sports togs there and made my way over. I have to admit, my breath was taken away by Laurel when I first saw her in the fitness room. She was wearing a bright yellow spandex leotard which hugged her figure, and black footless tights, and looked like a glamour model advertising sportswear. The leotard emphasised a bust larger than I’d realised before. She seemed delighted with my reaction to her. I knew all the equipment in the gym, but Laurel helped me get used to it again, then did her own regular routine. I didn’t even try to keep pace with her, the girl was super-fit. Afterwards I dragged myself back to the house for a shower and an early night to bed. After that, the gym on Tuesdays and Saturdays with Laurel became another regular thing in my life. After one session I lay happily in bed reflecting on how well I seemed to be re-inventing myself. I had a new circle of friends, two particularly good friends in Alice and Laurel, I was starting to get fit, and I felt happier and less uptight than I had in ages.
A couple of weeks after Laurel and I started our gym sessions, she called me in the office one morning. “Hi, I’ve got the day off work and I’m in town doing a bit of shopping. I wondered if you’d fancy meeting up for lunch?” I thought that sounded lovely, so I agreed a long lunch break with my colleagues and we arranged to meet at the Pizza Hut close to my office. I virtuously ordered a salad, then Laurel showed me the purchases she’d already made. She seemed unusually giggly and a bit nervous. I placed a hand on hers to try and calm her down, and asked her if anything was wrong.
She sat staring intently at the half-slice of pizza she was pushing around her plate with her fork. “Well, no, not wrong really, but…” She raised her eyes to me and bit her lip before going on. “The thing is, I…well, I wondered if you’d like to have dinner with me one night?”
I sat back, momentarily stunned. I didn’t want to misunderstand what was happening here, and said, “Hang on – are you asking me for a date?” Looking uncomfortable, she shrugged shyly. I placed my hand on hers again. “Laurel, I’m really flattered, and you know how much I like you, but I thought you knew – I’m not a lesbian.”
She raised her head to look at me properly. “Neither am I.” She saw bewilderment in my face, and continued quickly. “No, seriously, I’m not. I’ve had boyfriends and girlfriends. Okay, I admit my last few relationships have all been with women, but it’s the person I’m attracted to, not the gender. If I like someone it’s simply irrelevant to me what sex they happen to be. And I really like you, Tina. You’re funny, intelligent, lovely looking – anyone would like you.” She seemed to be becoming more embarrassed with every word, her normally pink cheeks turning crimson.
I felt totally confused. I really liked Laurel too. I just didn’t think I liked her in that way, but I really didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She turned her hand over on the table, her fingers interlacing with mine, and spoke again. “Okay, look, let’s not call it a date; let’s call it two people who are good friends and maybe a wee bit lonely, going out for an evening in each other’s company. After all, we’re eating a meal together now, that’s all I’m really suggesting, and we’re having a good time. Aren’t we?”
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I tried to re-assure her with a smile, and said, “Yeah, ‘course we are. And yes, I’d really like to have dinner with you.” We talked about the arrangements for a few minutes, then I returned to work and Laurel went off to spend more money. That afternoon I e-mailed Alice and asked if she’d meet me in the tea room. When she arrived, I said simply, “Laurel’s asked me out.”
Whatever I expected Alice to say, it certainly wasn’t “Good, about time.”
I stared at her open-mouthed. “What do you mean ‘about time’? Alice, I…” I glanced around us nervously and lowered my voice. “You know I’m not…into girls.”
She looked me in the eye, and said, rather loudly for my comfort, “How do you know? No, don’t give me that look, I mean it, have you ever been with a girl?”
I hissed back, “Of course I haven’t. And I know because, well, I like sex with men.”
Alice wasn’t to be discouraged though. “The only thing a man’s got that a woman hasn’t is a cock; and we can buy them, bigger, longer and harder than…Tine, you’re giving me that look again! Seriously, a woman can do anything a man can do, plus we’re softer, we’re more sensitive, we understand other women better, we smell better…and we’re made the same way as each other, so we know better what feels good.”
I hadn’t felt as uncomfortable with a conversation since that first night I found out Tim was having his affair, and I profoundly wished I hadn’t started it. Alice just kept right on though. “Think about this Tina: and really think about it, don’t just answer now, off the cuff. Knowing everything you do about Laurel, be totally honest, if she was exactly the same but a bloke, instead of happening to be the same sex as you, would you even hesitate about going out with her, now you’re single again? You’re both my friends, and I’d like to see you both happy. I think her asking you out could be the best thing that’s happened to you in a long time.”
I already knew the answer to the question. If a young man who had Laurel’s looks, her personality, her intelligence, her dry, quirky humour, her warmth towards me, if such a man had asked me out, not only would I have agreed in a moment, I’d be making damn sure I had a packet of condoms in my handbag as well, just in case. The realisation really scared me. Licking my lips nervously, I said, “But…Alice, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve seen you with girls – several girls. I’m not ready to be hurt again.”
She grinned at that. “Not all dykes are like me. I’m not into commitment, I like variety. Laurel isn’t like that. She told me once all she wants is to find true love, but if anything she’s been more unlucky than you. She came down to London with a university lecturer she was involved with, but she dumped Laurel almost as soon as they got here. Then Jenny – you remember she used to come to the pub on Sundays when you started coming? Well, Laurel and her were together for a few months, and Laurel was just starting to think it might be the real deal, when she walked in one day to find Jenny with her head buried in some other girl’s twat. To be honest, I never really thought Jenny and Laurel were right together, Jenny was too controlling. But you and Laurel, every time I see you together it looks like a relationship waiting to happen. The only one of our Sunday crowd who hasn’t already cottoned onto that is you.”
My mind reeling, I stood and thanked Alice. I started to return to my office, then a thought occurred to me. I turned back to her. “Alice, I don’t know if Laurel asking me out is a good thing or not, not yet. But I do know one thing – the real best thing that’s happened to me in a long time is you becoming my friend.” For the second time in a few hours I made a lesbian blush, but this one gave me a big grin and told me to piss off!
For the next few hours I couldn’t concentrate on my work, or anything else but how I really felt about Laurel asking me out, and about her declaration of attraction to me. That evening, when I wandered into our lounge to be with Alice, she looked a little surprised to see me. Hesitantly, she said, “Tine, you’re not pissed off with me are you, over what I said? Only you hardly said a word to me all the way home from work today.”
Now it was my turn to feel embarrassed. I crossed quickly to Alice and brushed a hand across her hair. “Oh I’m sorry Al, no, of course I’m not pissed off with you. I was just a bit pre-occupied.” I was about to offer to make her a fresh cup of coffee, but at that moment my mobile phone buzzed.
It was Laurel, sounding even more nervous than at lunchtime. “Hi Tina, sorry to bother you, I just wanted to check we’re still on for tomorrow night, that you haven’t changed your mind.”
I sat opposite Alice, and locked my eyes on hers as I replied to Laurel. “No Laurel, I haven’t changed my mind about tomorrow night. Only…I think we should call it a first date.” Laurel sounded delighted at my comment. As I disconnected Alice leapt out of her chair, threw herself down next to me on the couch and, for the first time, we had a big sisterly hug. It felt lovely.
I was so nervous at work the next day, and finished early to get home to prepare. Alice helped me choose my outfit – a pale blue dress that emphasised my curves and my cleavage, and flat shoes for comfort – and she showed an unsuspected talent for hairstyling. I wore my hair up, with little ringlets hanging down in front of my ears. As I left Alice gave me a kiss on the cheek and another hug, and said, “Just relax and have a good time, okay?”
Laurel and I were going to a local Indian restaurant, and had agreed to meet there. She looked absolutely stunning, in a figure-hugging black trouser-suit, with a low-cut black silk blouse. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail with black silk ribbon. She’s naturally about three inches taller than me, but with the court shoes she was wearing her height advantage was doubled. We gave each other friendly pecks on the cheek, and she placed a hand in the small of my back to guide me into the restaurant, murmuring how lovely I looked. We were both a bit reserved until we’d eaten, but over liqueur coffees Laurel asked, “So tell me, what was it that changed your mind about this being a date?”
I smiled. “I had a chat with Alice – she talks a lot of sense, I think she’d make a good psychologist. And what you said was true, as well: if you like someone enough, it really doesn’t matter whether they happen to be male or female. I love spending time with you. I mean, I’m not saying that I’ve definitely decided to…erm…”
I couldn’t think of the right words to say what I meant, but Laurel understood. She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “I know. Let’s just take things slowly, and see what happens. At the very worst, I’ve got a really good friend in you, and I wouldn’t want to do anything that would mess that up.”
As Laurel started to walk me home, she slipped her arm around my shoulders. It felt nice, and entirely natural, and I rested my arm in turn around her waist. When we reached my home we stood with our arms around each other’s waists, gazing into each other’s eyes. Laurel said softly, “May I kiss you goodnight?”
I nodded. “Mmm, that’d be nice.” I closed my eyes as she lowered her head and her soft lips met mine. It was just a nice, affectionate kiss with closed mouths – but my pussy gave a lurch that caught me completely by surprise.
I asked Laurel if she’d like to come in for coffee, but she smiled and shook her head. “Not this time. I’ll see you tomorrow at the gym. Take care, sweetness.” Then she turned and left. I didn’t go inside until the click of her heels along the pavement had faded away. I wasn’t entirely surprised to find Alice waiting up with a cup of cocoa for me, and we sat up for two hours talking excitedly and giggling like schoolgirls.
The following day was Saturday, and I bounced out of bed, eager to get to the gym and see Laurel again. She was waiting slightly nervously for me in the fitness room. Nobody else was around, and I walked straight over to her and kissed her on the cheek, telling her how much I’d enjoyed our date. She smiled happily. “Well, if you’d like to do it again, you could come round to my place this evening if you like. I’ll cook us dinner then walk you home,” she added quickly, obviously worried that I might get the wrong idea from her invitation. “That’s if you want to. There’s no pressure, tell me if you think I’m going too fast.”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t think having another dinner together is going too fast. I’d love to see your place.” All through our gym session I could barely take my eyes off her. Every time we touched, just brushing each other’s arms or whatever, my skin tingled excitingly. I rushed home from the gym and spent the rest of the day readying myself for the evening. As I soaked in the bath, I thought long and hard again about what I really felt for Laurel; and how my feelings seemed to have changed in the last few hours.
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I decided to go for a more casual look than the previous evening, wearing my hair down, with black jeans, a plaid lumberjack shirt and trainers. After much debate with myself, I chose thong panties and a half-cup bra that pushed my boobs up and left my nipples exposed. They were clearly visible pressing against the material of my shirt.
When Alice saw me she gave a long, low wolf whistle and waggled her eyebrows suggestively. I sat down in front of her and said, “Alice, I…I think I might want to sleep with Laurel tonight. I don’t know what to do.”
She looked momentarily taken aback, then gave me a wicked grin and said, “Just go for it girl.”
I shook my head, laughing quietly. “No, I mean…I don’t know how to…oh God Alice, you must know what I mean, how do lesbians make love? I mean obviously I’ve got an idea, but, well…” I trailed off, feeling embarassed and pathetic.
She looked at me for a moment as if I’d gone made, then burst out laughing. She stopped though when she saw a look of pain on my face. “Oh Tina, I’m sorry. Are you seriously asking me to tell you how to have sex with another woman? Did you ask someone how to do it the first time you screwed a feller?”
I shrugged helplessly. “That seemed pretty obvious.”
Alice nodded, serious now. “And so’s this. Just do what you feel you want to, I promise you it’ll come naturally and you’ll be fine. Think about what you like men doing to you – apart from the obvious, I mean.” She could see how worried I still was, and squatted on the floor in front of me, taking my hands in hers and kissing my palms. “Look babe, Laurel knows you haven’t done this before, and she’ll be gentle with you, I know she will. Try not to be scared, just relax and enjoy it, and everything will be great.” She sat on the couch next to me for the next half hour, cuddling me, stroking my hair and reassuring me. Then she saw me off at the door with a worried smile.
When I reached Laurel’s place she greeted me with a huge beam. As her eyes passed up and down me my stomach knotted nervously and my pussy tingled again. I would never have believed just a few days earlier that another woman could have such an effect on me. She looked as lovely as ever: this time she was in a dress, a simple black one, buttoned to the waist, knee-length and sleeveless and a modest V neckline. Her hair hung loose down her back. She had a studio flat above a row of shops, and what she had done with it was amazing. It was an oriental look, with silk prints of Japanese figures, cranes and so on on the wall, and paper screens decorated with Chinese lettering separating the bed from the lounge area. I told Laurel I thought it was quite beautiful.
Appropriately, she’d made us a beef teriyaki with stir-fried vegetables, which was really delicious. We didn’t chat much, just ate in easy silence, smiling at each other and sipping a gorgeous red wine. Afterwards I sat on a couch patterned with jasmine flowers with Laurel opposite me in a matching armchair while we listened to a CD of jazz music, the lights turned low. I’ve never really heard much jazz, and this was wonderfully mellow, original recordings from the 1920s and ’30s featuring artists with names like Bix Beiderbecke, Kid Ory and Ma Rainey. I closed my eyes and drank in the sweet melodies. Then I felt my shoe laces being untied, and a moment later Laurel’s warm hands closed over one of my feet, massaging it gently but firmly. I couldn’t help groaning with pleasure and in a quiet voice, she asked, “Do you like that?” I could only moan again in confirmation. The feelings her hands were creating in me were quite incredible, and were racing straight up my legs and into my pussy.
After a few minutes she stopped massaging me and stood, taking my hand in hers. She smiled down at me and whispered, “Would you like to dance?” I stood and we held each other close, both barefoot, shuffling around the tiny space, our bodies pressed against each other, completely ignoring the changing rhythms of the music.
As we danced, I whispered to Laurel, “Why are you interested in me? I’m just a dowdy old frump, and I’m so much older than you.”
She shook her head emphatically. Then she said, “Age is just a number. Anyway, I’ve always gone for more mature women. And you’re not dowdy or frumpy, you are so, so beautiful.” She kissed me lightly on the lips, then continued, “Do you know why Jenny left me?”
Slightly embarrassed, I said, “Well, Alice said you caught her with another woman.”
She nodded, then spoke again. “That was only part of it. That day, when I walked in on her with the other girl, she knew what time I’d be home. She wanted me to catch them, to save her the hassle of having to tell me we were over. The reason she did it – well, part of the reason – was that she accused me of wanting you, said I’d fallen in love with you and I was cheating on her in my mind. The absolute truth is, she was right.” She kissed me again, and for a moment her tongue flickered against my lips.
Just as my body began to meld into Laurel’s, she pulled way and said, “Well, I suppose I’d better walk you home.”
Perplexed by the sudden change of gear, I stuttered, “But I thought…”
She stopped me, placing a finger on my lips. “Not yet. I’m terrified of freaking you out, and driving you away. I want you to be absolutely sure before we make love for the first time.”
Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as I pulled her to me. Wrapping her in my arms I said, softly but determinedly, “Laurel, I am sure. Absolutely. I love you, and I want to express my love for you.”
Before she could react I kissed her, our most passionate kiss yet, pressing my tongue past her lips and circling it around hers. Her eyes closed and she pushed against me with a moan, the fingers of one hand trailing through my hair while her other arm pulled me even tighter to her. After a while she broke away, gasping for breath, and clung to me, whispering, “Oh God darling, I want you so much.”
Without breaking our clinch we shuffled in the direction of the bed. I suddenly felt incredibly nervous over what was about to happen. As if she understood that, Laurel lay me on the bed then broke our contact, walking quickly round to the other side. For probably a full minute we lay about a foot apart, just smiling at each other in silence. Then I felt her toes stroking my foot, and she leant in, placed a hand behind my head, and kissed me, with infinite tenderness. Her arm slipped down to my back and she gently pulled me to her. I began to reach out to hold her too, but my hand fell short, cupping around her breast, outside her dress – it just felt the natural thing to do. The intensity of our kiss began to increase, and Laurel’s thigh pressed between mine, rubbing against my jeans. I could feel my thong dampening, and beginning to stick to my pussy.
Acting of their own volition, it seemed, my fingers undid a button of Laurel’s dress and my hand slipped inside. I eased it under the silky material of her bra and, for the first time in my life, I held another woman’s breast. She moaned into my mouth and pushed against me. The boob I was holding was a little smaller than mine, but considerably firmer. I squeezed it timidly, and felt her nipple press against my palm. Laurel quickly unbuttoned my shirt and began to pull it off my shoulders. We sat up, rather awkwardly, our lips still locked together, so that she could remove my shirt entirely, leaving in it only the arm whose hand I was reluctant to remove from her chest. She whispered “Wow!” against my mouth when she saw my half-cup bra.
We fell back into our lying position, and Laurel immediately detached her mouth from mine and, easing the cup fully down with her fingers, sucked one of my breasts between her lips. As her warm mouth closed over my tit, and her tongue began to caress my nipple, I felt my eyes pricking with tears. I couldn’t have explained why: what she was doing just felt so incredibly right, as if I’d been waiting my whole life for it and only just found out. Struggling to breathe, let alone talk, I murmured, “Laurel, I want to get undressed.”
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She released my boob, held my face between her hands and kissed my nose, then whispered, “Good idea, honey.”
For some reason I felt ridiculously shy in front of this woman who was about to become my lover, and turned my back to her to quickly slip off my clothes. I had to peel off my thong – I couldn’t believe how wet I already was, and she hadn’t even touched me there yet. When I turned back to Laurel, she had slipped under the duvet, but had rolled it down to her waist. I just stared at her, thinking she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her body was quite pale, her neck long and graceful like a swan’s; her breasts stood up proudly – when I lay on my back mine spread out across my chest. My nipples are round, like little berries, but Laurel’s were long and slim, a dark pink colour. Her slim waist began to taper out into full hips where the duvet covered her. I realised she was taking in my body too, and slipped under the duvet to join her.
I felt momentarily awkward, but Laurel wrapped me in her arms and pulled me to her, and for the first time I felt a woman’s breasts nestling against my own, her soft belly pressing against mine. It was an incredible experience, and I got an attack of the shivers. Laurel held me tightly, pressed her cheek to mine and stroked my hair, whispering, “Shh, shh, it’s okay honey.” Cupping my face in her hands again, she looked into my eyes, and asked, “Do you just want to cuddle up for now, and get used to it? We don’t have to do anything else, really.”
I shook my head determinedly. “No, I’m sorry, I…I really want us to make love tonight, Laurel.”
She smiled, a lovely sight, and kissed my cheek, whispering, “Oh Tina, I am so in love with you.” We kissed deeply and I began to relax into her embrace. Again Laurel pressed her thigh gently between my legs, this time meeting my bare pussy. My hips started twitching back and forth, wetting her leg with my juice. A sudden surge of emotion overtook me and I bear-hugged her to me, pressing my face into hers as I threw all my passion into our kiss. Any reluctance I might ever have felt was a distant memory – at that moment I wanted that woman more than I’d ever wanted anything in my entire life.
Laurel giggled at my enthusiasm and eased me onto my back, laying half across me. Dragging her lips from mine, she attached them to my throat, then kissed her way back to my breasts. She kissed one then the other, over and over; each time she stroked the other one with her hand, her fingertips flicking against my nipples. Somewhere, a long way off, I could hear someone moaning wildly, and I knew it was me. I closed my eyes and my head arched back on the pillow, feeding my breast deeper into her mouth as the most amazing sensations coursed from my chest, down through my body and into my pussy. Her hand followed. I shivered as her fingers trailed across my sensitive belly, then I felt the heel of her hand resting on my neatly trimmed blonde pubic bush, as fingertips entered the top of my pussy. I jumped and squeaked as they brushed across my clit. Through a mouthful of breast, Laurel mumbled, “Oh angel, you’re so wet. Can I kiss you there?”
I’d lost all power of speech, and groaned assent, nodding my head desperately. My eyes still squeezed shut, I felt her kiss across my tummy, then her tongue connected with my clitty, her fingers simultaneously sliding smoothly into me and stroking my tender inner flesh. It felt as if all the breath had been driven from m body. Immediately the most incredible feelings began passing through me in waves. It felt as if my blood was boiling in my veins, and my entire being was concentrated in those few inches of myself between my thighs. Tim had done this for me a few times, with little enthusiasm, but as Laurel alternated her hands and her mouth between my clit and my inner pussy it was like experiencing the finest wine ever bottled after previously tasting only tap water.
My throat was becoming raw with my moaning, and I honestly thought I might die from the sheer ecstasy of what Laurel was doing to me. I felt my legs pulling my knees upwards, and I reached down and wrapped my hands behind them, trying to give Laurel as much room to pleasure me as possible. I could feel my climax building inside me, and when it came I screamed and sobbed, rolling from side to side, clawing at my own legs as it felt as though my internal organs were actually pumping themselves out of me and onto Laurel’s sweet tongue. She moaned too as I released, but continued stroking me with her tongue, nose and fingers, and within seconds my hips lurched again as I enjoyed one of the first double orgasms or my life.
Afterwards I felt faint, and at first my eyes seemed as if they wouldn’t focus. Laurel’s voice sounded somehow far away as she cuddled up to me, telling me how much she loved me and kissing my face. I stroked her soft, warm back, feeling the beautiful velvety texture of her skin. I had been with several men in my life, and with Tim hundreds of times; but I couldn’t remember ever feeling so totally aroused, or so mind-blowingly satisfied by sex as I felt that evening. I leaned up on one elbow, pushing Laurel back to the bed, and whispered, “Thank you…that was amazing.” I realised she was crying softly, and hugged her to me. “Oh sweetie, don’t, please. What is it, have I upset you?”
She shook her head, crying harder. “No, no, of course not, you’re wonderful. But I’ve been in love with you for weeks, and I’ve wanted you so much. I really didn’t believe it’d ever happen, and now it has I’m so scared I’m going to fuck it up, like I always fuck things up.”
I was desperate to reassure her, and tried to kiss her tears away. “Oh Laurel, my love, you’re not going to fuck anything up. You’ve given me the most incredible feelings I’ve ever had. I love you, and nothing’s going to come between us, for as long as you want me.”
She smiled up at me, and sniffled. “Tina, I can’t imagine not wanting you. I’ve been with a few girls, and a couple of guys, but I’ve never had feelings about any of them like I have about you. Really. Oh God, I’ve only known you a few weeks, that must sound such a fucking corny line.”
I kissed her cheeks, and said, seriously, “No, it doesn’t sound corny at all. I think I feel the same way. My mum used to say you could fall in love with the right person in a second, and I adore you.”
We just held each other for a long time. I think we were both rather emotionally drained by what had passed between us in the last hour or so, and we slept in each other’s arms. I awoke at some point in the night, to feel Laurel kissing my face, her arms around me, her hands softly kneading my buttocks. Seeing I’d woken, she pulled my hips towards her, and a blast of electricity shot through me as she began to grind her pubes against mine. I realised I hadn’t done anything for her yet, and slipped my hand between us, my fingers slipping straight into her pussy. She breathed, “Oh fuck!”, and her head fell against my shoulder for a moment. Then she ran her tongue around the contours of my ear, as she in turn sunk her fingers inside me.
For the next few minutes we lay gazing into each other’s eyes, panting as with one hand each of us caressed the other’s breasts, while with our other hands we fingered each other to heaven. It was the strangest feeling. The only vagina I’d ever played with before was my own, and I was doing all the things I knew I liked, drawing moans and gasps from Laurel, yet getting different sensations to the ones I was used to when I did those things, because it was her hand, not mine, that was reaming around inside my pussy. Her love-hole felt tighter than mine, and she was incredibly wet. She cried out as she came, and her hips pushed at my fingers. I withdrew from her and, my eyes still fixed on hers, slipped my fingers into my mouth, sucking her juices from them. That, and the steady rhythm with which she had begun to fuck me, sent me over the top, and I had another crashing orgasm, before Laurel fed her fingers not into her own mouth but into mine, and I tasted my own sex, the bitter-sweet flavour mingling with hers.
We hugged, kissed and whispered together for the rest of the night, then slept late into Sunday morning. Laurel made us both coffee, then we dressed for the pub, I pulling on the same clothes I had slipped out of a few hours earlier. Laurel wore a yellow vest top and a pleated white tennis skirt, showing her long, slim legs. As we were about to leave, I pulled her to me, her back to me, and buried my face in her neck. “Laurel, I’m sorry I didn’t go down on you last night. I wish I had.”
She turned and gave me a genuine smile, kissing my cheek. “Don’t worry about it, angel. I’d love you to do that for me sometime, but there’s no rush, and no pressure. It’s a big thing the first time; honestly, it took me a while to pluck up the courage. I’ve had a lovely night, and I’m looking forward to a lot more like it.”
While Laurel had been showering I’d phoned Alice and told her my news. She was over the moon about it, but promised not to say anything to the other girls. Laurel and I wanted to get properly used to each other before we came out as a couple, and Alice had agreed to meet me outside the pub, ten minutes after Laurel went in. Our ‘secret’ lasted about another 20 minutes though. As I returned to the table balancing a tray of drinks, having got my round in, Laurel was grinning in a slightly embarrassed way, and all the other girls were beaming at me. As I sat, one of our friends, Kit, leaned over to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said “Welcome to the club, girl.”
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I turned to Alison, who was grinning like the Cheshire cat, and asked her, “Did you say something?” I knew Laurel wouldn’t have done.
Alison shook her head, and Kit told me, “No-one needed to say anything Tine. It’s been obvious from the moment you two came in – you can hardly keep your hands off each other, let alone your eyes. We’ve all known it was going to happen for weeks, we’re just glad it has.”
Four hours later, a bit pissed and glowing with the warmth of our friends’ happiness for us, Laurel and I returned to her place, via mine to pick up a change of clothes – I doubted I’d make it home that night either! Laurel half-collapsed into a chair and I sat at her feet, resting my weight on one hand and rubbing my other hand up and down one of her smooth legs. I don’t know if it was the beer, or the friendship I’d been basking in, or just that I so wanted to make my lover happy, but I suddenly knew exactly what I wanted to do. Kneeling, I reached my hands under her skirt and began to pull at her thong panties. She had been almost drowsing, but she gave a little giggle and lifted her bum to help me get her pants off. I placed both my hands on her thighs, eased them apart and shuffled between them. She realised with shock what I was intending, and murmured, “Tina, baby, you don’t have to…oh Christ!”
My mouth was within inches of her slit, and I gently blew air up its length, making her squirm, as I gazed at it. It was much more beautiful than I had expected. My bush ends at the start of my vulva, but Laurel had a thin line of black hair either side of her opening, her pink lips glistening between it and the pearl of her clitoris clearly visible. I was glad that, like me, she trimmed her pussy hair short: I’m not sure how I would have coped with an Amazonian bush. As I moved in she thrust her knees wide apart, and whimpered in anticipation of what I was about to do. Acting on instinct, I grazed my teeth lightly across her clit. She almost screamed, and pushed hard at me. Pleased at her reaction, I stroked her clitty with my tongue as I pressed two fingers deep into her pussy, stroking her lips with my thumb.
Before long Laurel’s bum had slipped off the chair, her back supporting her on it as she thrust onto my probing fingers and tongue. I was amazed at how much I was enjoying what I was doing, and revelling in the effect I was having on my sweet Laurel. I longed to please her, but I had a deep desire to really taste her as well. I slipped my thumb onto her clit and licked my tongue down the length of her pussy then pushed it deep inside, savouring the full flavour of the taste I had only had traces of before. I waggled around inside Laurel as she vibrated on my face, then she gasped loudly, over and over again, her burning hot pussy walls tightening around my tongue. Following her earlier example I continued licking and stroking her, and I was sure she came again before landing on the floor in front of me with a thump, her legs splayed either side of me, her eyes glazed, and her body as limp as a rag doll’s. I hugged her to me with tears streaming down my face, feeling that my transition from betrayed wife to lady-lover was complete.
A few weeks later I met Tim again. Laurel had met Alice and me out of work as we had planned a night on the town, and we were all sitting in the pub in our glad rags when he suddenly appeared at our table. I assume he must have been waiting outside the office to see me. He stared at me, and murmured, “Hi Tina – you look great.” Thanks to Alice’s skills I was wearing my hair differently, and under Laurel’s influence I was dressing younger and more stylishly.
I greeted my estranged husband coolly – I really had no wish to see him. He glanced nervously at my friends, sitting either side of me, then pulled out a chair and invited himself to sit down. Trying to be civil, I said, “How are you? And how’s Gillian?” I managed to stop myself calling her the bitch-slut.
He gave me a weak smile, and said, “We’ve split up.” Rather cattily, I asked if she’d dumped him and, trying for dignified aloofness, he responded, “No, I told her it was over.”
Alice leaned into me and whispered, “He probably caught her with someone else’s cock in her mouth.” Laurel heard too, and the three of us cackled together like the witches from Macbeth.
Tim shot Alice a poisonous look, and snapped, “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Alice smirked and said nothing. Breathing a big, dramatic sigh, I said, “Look Tim, we’re here for a fun night out – what is it you want?”
Still looking daggers at Alice, and at Laurel, he said, “I want to talk to you – in private, if that’s allowed.”
I shook my head. “Laurel’s my girlfriend, and Alice is my best friend. Anything you want to say to me, you can say in front of them.”
The look on Tim’s face was a picture. He spluttered, “Your girlf…? Tina, you’re not gay – believe me, I work with enough of them, I should know. Look, I miss you. I want to ask you to forgive me for the stupid mistake I made, and I’m offering you the chance to come home with me.”
I couldn’t believe the arrogance of the man. I stared at him silently for several seconds. Alice touched my hand, sensing the storm that was brewing inside me. Finally I found my voice again. “Christ, you prick! Not only do you apparently know my mind better than I do, on the basis that you happen to work with a couple of dykes; but, out of the graciousness of your heart, you having split with that cocksucker, you’re inviting me to give up the new life I’ve made for myself and come and be your little wifey again, in the hope that you can keep your fucking fly zipped up this time!” I really should have tried to keep my voice down, but I was livid. Tim sank back in his chair, as if I’d slapped him, as I continued. “Well for your information, dickhead, Laurel and I love each other, I intend to spend the rest of my life with her – and she’s a hundred times better in bed than you ever were!”
The only sound in the stunned silence that followed was the students at the next table sniggering into their drinks. Then the spell was broken: Alice started chortling with laughter, and Laurel squeezed my hand under the table and grinned into her glass. Tim’s face was purple with rage. He looked as if he was about to speak; but then he glanced at Alice and Laurel again, slammed his half-drunk pint down on the table, and stalked out of the pub without a word. I slumped back in my seat, suddenly feeling exhausted as both my friends hugged me.
Three days after that encounter I received formal notice that Tim had started divorce proceedings. That same day Laurel asked me to marry her, and we’re planning a civil partnership ceremony as soon as I’m free. She’s moved into my room with me, and we’ve installed a double bed and re-decorated in her style. My life has been turned upside-down in the last few months; but I’ve never felt more settled than I do now, more certain of my future course, or of my love for my partner, and hers for me.
The End
Beyond Tempting
I woke suddenly sitting straight up in bed. My body was still humming from the sensations my mind produced during the long erotic dream I had just encountered. They had been coming quite frequently, not to mention myself included. God they were so hot. My body hadn’t felt so alive before the dreams. The strangest part of about my dreams was that I was dreaming about women. Not just any women, but my best friend and the women she grew up with. My are they an extrodinary group of women. My mind drifted back to the dreams.
It was a party. An all girls weekend away from husbands and kids. We had been drinking I could tell. Liquor bottles lined the counters and cups sat at the tables. The room was fairly dim and we had music playing. I remember stepping out into the balcony for some fresh air to clear my mind of the alcohol induced fog in my brain. I felt her slide up behind me. Her hands at my waist as she rests her chin on my shoulder. It was nothing unusual for us. We tend to get overly comfortable with one another when we’re drunk. We both enjoy the freedom to do so.
“God you look so damn sexy tonight” she said. I felt her begin to nuzzle at my neck. I love that. It’s always one of those things that sends a rush of liquid heat down my spine and straight to my clit.
“Now you’re just drunk and full of shit.” I say laughing and looking over into her eyes. “I’m wearing jogging and pants and a tshirt sweetie. Nothing sexy about that.”
“Oh but it is. Those pants hug that nice cute ass of yours so tightly and that tshirt doesn’t leave much for my imagination you know.“she said.
“Keep talking. I’m almost convinced” I joked. I began to giggle and suddenly I felt her hands drift up under my tshirt. My breath got lodged in my throat. I know she had to hear my heart pounding hard against my chest. I was practically panting. Then she did what I least expected. She jabbed me in the ribs repeatedly. “Oh you hooker!” I yelled as I whipped around. " Paybacks will be a bitch you know?” I asked as I wrestled to contain her wrists at my sides.
“Is that a threat? Cause I can assure you I’m no where near scared.” she said as she leaned in her nose almost touching mine. For a few seconds our breathing is in sync with one another. Breaths mingling as we just stay frozen millimeters apart.
“I can assure you kitten, that I don’t make threats to anyone. I will make you pay for that, but you’ll never know when or where it’s going to happen.“I said.
The balcony door slips open and T steps out. “You girls gonna stand there and stare at eachother all night or are you going to come back in party?” she says. I can see the wicked grin on her face as I momentarily take my eyes from yours.
“We’ll rejoin you in a few minutes, T, but we need to finish our discussion first okay?” I asked.
“Sure thang, but you don’t know what you’re missing in here!” she replied as she shut the doors.
“She doesn’t know what she’s about to miss out here.” you say as your hand slides up my throat just seconds before you devour my mouth with yours. God those lips are so silky and that tongue stirs the heat in my lower belly in no time. I moan deep in my throat receiving an echoed moan from her. Her hand tightens just a fraction more. She knows what this does to me. It gets me hot and I’m wet within seconds of it. I feel her body close in on me as she slides her thigh between mine. Slowly and gently rocking her hips in a circular motion creating such sweet friction on my throbbing clit. I’m sure by now she can feel the juices soaking through my pants as I ride her leg. She suddenly breaks away from our kiss but keeps her thigh in contact with mound.
“Fuck! I so wanna taste you, baby.” she says. I feel her mouth slide to my ear where she nibbles on my earlobe and sucks my earring into her mouth. I’m so ready to cum at this point. Listening to her talk dirty to me when she gets excited always brings me to the edge. I rock my hips further and thrust them slightly up making sure that she gets enough contact to stimulate her as well. I want nothing more that to look into those beautiful sexy eyes as she cums for me. I hear her sharp intake of breath and I know I’m one step closer to my goal. I reach down and slip my hand beneath the waist band of my pants and run my finger inside my slit. So easy to do since I went commando tonight. I find that I so drenched. I drag my finger back out after circling my clit a few times. I slowly bring it up to my lips and suck it into my mouth. Her eyes are glued to it at this point. I pull my finger out and grab her by the hair on her neck drawing her mouth to mine in a hungry passionate kiss. I hear her growl animalistic like and I know she’s enjoying my flavor. It’s more than I can take.
“Oh god baby! I’m so close. I’m gonna cum kitten. Oh god! Please cum with me baby. I wanna hear you cum with me!” I gasp. Suddenly my orgasm racks through my body. I grab her hips and thrust myself against her with all the force I can muster as my body twitches and shakes from the most extrodinary orgams I’ve ever experienced. It only takes a few seconds for my lust filled brain to register that she’s panting heavily. I open my eyes and continue assaulting her clit with my thighs. Mini tremors are still rocking through me. I want so much to hear her.
“Come on baby. Tell me what you need. I wanna make you feel good to kitten.” I said as I licked my way from the cleft in her chest up her throat. I gently bite down and then soothe it with my tongue.
“just keep touching me baby. Don’t stop touching me!” she growls. I reach down and grab her ass in both of my hands. I slide one around and push her shirt up slightly. Reaching for the button on her jeans. I slide the zipper down and work my finger inside. I gently circle her clit slowly with my finger through the material of her panties. I’m once again so turned on I’m about to go up in flames. “Oh yes. Yes just like that sweetie. Don’t stop! I’m almost there. Yes…so close baby so close!” Without being told I know just what she needs. I roughly bite down on neck just above her collar bone.
“Oh….ahhh….yes baby yes! Oh Im cumming!” I feel her body jerk and twitch against mine. I slowly pull my finger out and rebutton her jeans. I straighten her clothes while she recovers from her orgasm.
“You ready to go back in and party?” I asked her once we both had ourselves composed again.
“I thought we were.” she said with a sly smile and a wicked wink.
Suddenly we hear catcalls and whoops behind us. We turn around to notice the other girls standing there at the door with huge grins on their faces. T opens the door and gives us a mischievious look.“Ladies! I think you got some splaining to do!” she says and follows it up with a laugh as we bury our heads in eachothers shoulders.
“How bout we get us some more to drink first ladies.“says Win. I’m sure these two could really use a drink after all that panting and moaning they did.
“Oh my god! I’m so embarrassed!” I heard you say. I wrap my arms around you and I bust out laughing. You look up at me with one eye brow crooked up. “what do you find so funny you ass?” you ask.
“I told you paybacks can be a bitch!” I said. With that she turns and slaps me in my stomache hard.
That’s when my body jerked me from my dream. Now I lay her incredibly turned on and incredibly dissappointed in the fact that it was all a dream. It took me several years to discover that at 24 I was most definitely bisexual. I had thought I was as a teenager, but it was deeply rooted the moment I laid eyes on her. Slowly I lay back down on my pillows. I reach down and touch my bare pussy and gently coax my body into a wonderful orgasm to relieve some of the tension built back up in from reliving the dream. A smile crosses my face as I feel myself becoming drowsy from my post orgasmic bliss. Why you may ask? Because there’s a good chance once I close my eyes and slip off to sleep that I may drift back into horny dreams. You never know what may happen in the next!
The End
Bathroom Adventure
Sara looked around the crowded bar. She had snagged a seat on the end and had a good view of the rest of the room. She had recently moved to the city and started frequenting the bar as it was close to her job. Almost every night she stopped in to relax for a little while before going home to her empty apartment.
She was lonely and hoped that someday someone would approach her. But they never did. She was plain looking and the way she held herself made her seem unapproachable. So every night Sara went home, alone, and fantasized. She hadn’t had a lover in over two years. She had been engaged before that but caught her fiancée with a lover the night before their wedding. To make it worse, his lover had been the best man.
Sara had not noticed that every night there was a man in the bar that watched her. He even followed her home a few times and watched her building. He knew the color of her eyes, what her usual drink was and the kind of perfume she wore. At night he would fantasize about her, putting her in different situations and positions.
On Saturday night Sara sat at home and decided to go out. She hated going out alone but sitting home by her self was even worse. She put on a nice skirt and shirt and did her makeup. She was not stunning but she thought she looked ok. When she stepped outside her building she noticed a car parked across the street. The windows were tinted but it looked like there was someone inside. She shrugged to herself and thought maybe they were waiting for someone, but as she walked to her car she couldn’t help but think she had seen that car before though she couldn’t figure out where. As she drove to the bar, Sara forgot all about the car and never noticed that it followed her. She went inside and ordered her usual drink. As she sat at the end of the bar sipping her drink she watched everyone around her. She envied the couples who were dancing close and could imagine them after they left the bar having drunken, wild sex. It seemed to Sara that she was obsessed with sex. She thought about it all the time, she could picture others doing it and she would get depressed over her lack of sex. It looked like there were a lot more couples in the bar than there usually was, in fact it seemed like everyone there was part of a couple. She began to get depressed and had almost decided to leave when she saw him.
He was tall, taller than most of the men in the bar. He had long brown hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail. He looked like a European business man to Sara. He was slender, but looked as if he had muscles under his tailored suit. He was staring openly at her and look in his eyes made Sara feel as if she wasn’t wearing any clothes. She felt herself getting wet and her nipples hardening just from him looking at her.
His gaze never wavered and she began to blush. He found it erotic and was becoming uncomfortably hard. He could see her nipples pushing out through the thin fabric of her shirt. She looked so innocent and confused. He could feel the blood pulsing through his groin. He never took his eyes off her.
She could not make herself look away from him. She could feel hot liquid beginning to drip slowly down the inside of her leg. She had never been this aroused before and had never felt anything close to this even during the most amazing sex she ever had. Which she had to admit wasn’t really that great. The man who was watching her stood up and moved carefully across the room toward her. As he got near her, Sara’s pulse sped up. She sat up straighter and waited for him. Then he walked right past her. At first she was shocked and embarrassed, but then she realized that he had trailed his fingers along her arm as he went past. She looked after him and saw him entering the men’s room.
Before he was all the way in the man looked back at her. He was sure that she would be watching after she felt his touch. Her eyes were glazed and her skin was pink. He could only imagine what was going through her mind but he was well aware of what was going through his. She stood up as the door shut behind him and he knew she would follow him.
She reached the door and was almost afraid to open it. She knew he wanted her to go after him and she wanted anything he had to offer. She felt as if she would die if something didn’t happen soon. As she began to turn the knob she realized what she was about to do. She was actually going into a men’s room in a bar with a stranger who had been ogling her like she was naked. And at that point she didn’t care. She opened the door and quickly slid inside.
The lights were off and she couldn’t see anything. Sara felt an arm reach across her and heard the click of the lock. She opened her mouth to say something but didn’t know what, so she shut her mouth again. Her throat was dry and she doubted she would be able to say anything even if she knew what to say. Her eyes began adjusting to the darkness and she could make out the shape of the man in front of her. He moved closer to her and pressed his body against hers, pinning her against the door. Sara couldn’t breath. She heard him laugh quietly at her reaction.
He couldn’t help himself. Her reaction was amusing. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest and could sense her muscles tightening. Her breath hitched, and then stopped altogether, as he leaned down as if to kiss her. He bypassed her mouth and began to kiss her neck, first lightly and then harder, until he was biting her neck and leaving marks.
Sara had never enjoyed that before but she found herself moaning as she felt the teeth in her neck. She arched her back to get even closer to the man in front of her. He was already pressed against her and she could feel his erection against her stomach. He was much taller than she had thought at first. He was slowly moving from her neck down toward her chest. He wasn’t touching her yet but she wished he would. Suddenly he bit down on her nipple through her clothes. Her breath caught in her throat and she couldn’t think anymore. She began to run her hands over him pushing herself against him even more.
He finally unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it aside. Her bra followed. She was standing against the door with her chest bared and a stranger’s mouth on her. Suddenly he pushed her skirt up to her waist and pushed his hand down her panties. She was dripping wet and the heat was intense. He could smell her scent in the small room and a surge of blood pumped through his cock.
Sara could feel him pulsing against her. She pulled at his belt, impatient, trying to free him. As his cock sprung free she wrapped her hand around him and heard him sigh.
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Her hands were warm and tight around him. She began to stroke him slowly, but with a firm grip and he had to stop him self from cumming. Sara pushed him back, suprising him. She then dropped to her knees in front of him and he groaned as he felt her mouth on his steel hard on. Sara’s mouth was wet and hot and knew how to suck. He gripped her head and pumped his cock into her mouth, forcing her to take him deeper. He loved the feel of her lips wrapped around him. It was better than he imagined. He stopped her before she could finish him and pulled her up.
Sara didn’t want to stop blowing the stranger. She had never felt so alive or so horny in her life. As he forced himself down her throat she thought she might cum right there. Then he pulled her away. Sara felt herself being lifted and set gently on the counter. She suddenly had the vague thought about how dirty the counter probably was, but that made her even more excited. What she was doing was dirty and wrong so it seemed fitting. Her legs opened as he ran his hands up her thighs. He pushed them open a little farther and she could feel his breath on her pussy. He simply moved her panties to the side and lightly licked her. Sara’s head fell back and her breath quickened. Already she could feel the orgasm building in her stomach. He spread her lips and his tongue darted in and tasted her. She pushed her pussy closer to him and tried to grind his face. She felt like she was about to explode.
He thought he had never tasted anything so good in his life. He wanted to bury his face in her for the rest of his life. He licked and tasted her and wanted to suck all the juice out and then mine for more. He sucked on her clit and then bit it while he flicked it with his tongue. Suddenly her legs locked around his head and she shouted as she came. Dimly he thought that they were lucky that it was loud in the bar so no one would here them. The flood of liquid the erupted from her coated her face and almost caused him to cum all over the floor.
Sara’s head was spinning as the orgasm hit her. His mouth was amazing and she hoped he would never stop. When he stood up she was disappointed at first. He pulled her to her feet and turned her around, pushing her to lean on the sink. Then Sara called out again as he entered her. No one had ever filled her as much as he did. It was on the verge of being painful. He pushed all the way in and then slowly withdrew. She felt as if he was pulling her with him as he pulled out. Then, with just the tip of his cock inside her, he shoved back in and she cried out. Though it was painful, even more so with each violent thrust, she enjoyed every moment of it. The pain was blurring with the intense pleasure she was feeling, that was building up to another orgasm.
He could not control himself after he entered her. The heat enveloped him and he began thrusting as hard as he could, making sure to get as far in as possible before pulling out. Her cries with each stroke just egged him on even more. She was tight and very wet and fit around him perfectly. He knew it must hurt at least a little but didn’t care. As she tightened around him and screamed with her second orgasm he had to fight himself not to let go. He pulled out, with her pussy contacting around him as if milking him, to calm himself enough to continue. She pushed her hips back against him as he left her and rubbed against him. She was making whimpering sounds as she ground her hips into his groin. He had to bit his lip to distract himself. He didn’t want this to be over yet.
Sara felt empty as he pulled out of her and tried to get him back. She could feel his erection against her ass and wanted him back inside her. Her pussy ached and she could feel herself moaning and making helpless noises. His fingers pushed inside her and she groaned in contentment. His thumb circles her engorged clit and his long fingers slowly stroked at her g-spot, which she hadn’t even know really existed. Already she could feel the tightening in her belly from the building orgasm. As she got closer to coming she felt him roughly pinching her nipples with his other hand. The pain was exquisite. The orgasm hit her in waves and she would have fallen if it wasn’t for his arm around her.
As she went stiff as the orgasm hit her he lined his cock up with the puckered hole of her ass and pushed in. She was so wet, and had gotten him lubed up enough to slide right in. Her muscles were relaxed and there was very little resistance. He felt her stiffen as he slid in but soon she relaxed as one hand kept tweaking her nipples and the other stroked her pussy. He went slowly at first but began to build up rhythm and speed. She was bucking against him as he fucked her and moaning and whimpering.
Sara had never had anal sex before and she had no idea it would feel so good. Her legs were weak from the orgasms and she felt used in the best way and still wanted more. As he fucked her she couldn’t control herself. She felt wild and pushed back to meet him and force him deeper inside her. His movements became erratic and then he pushed himself deeper and harder into her a few last times before exploding. She could feel his cum inside her, as if it were liquid fire. His fingers kept playing with her clit until she came one last time, with him still inside him. She could feel him softening inside her. He pulled out with a wet sucking sound. She leaned her head against the counter and was glad it was there to support her since she wasn’t sure she could stand unaided.
He felt as if he was turned inside out. He had never cum that hard before. Sara was an amazing lover and he was already planning what he could do next time. She was limp and breathing heavy as she rested on the counter. Even in the dark, even after this tryst she was still the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He pulled his pants back up and fixed his shirt and smoothed back his hair. He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on her ass and then unlocked the door and left.
Sara felt him moving around behind and then felt his mouth on her ass. She realized he was leaving when she heard the door open. Sara began pulling her clothes back into place and switched on the light. Looking at herself in the mirror she decided she looked as if she had just had amazing sex. Which she had. She tried to fix her hair and splashed some cool water on her face. When she started to walk to the door she was afraid everyone would notice that she was walking funny. Her legs didn’t seem to work as well and she thought they might give out before she could make it to her car. She opened the door and peered out. There was nobody around and so she walked out, down the hall, and through the crowd of people in the main bar straight to the door. When she had made it to her car the thoughts started hitting her. She had just had sex in a bar bathroom with a complete stranger. Neither of them had said anything the whole time. And they had not been interrupted. Also she realized she had been screaming and was embarrassed that someone might have heard her. Sara started her car and drove home slowly. She couldn’t concentrate and didn’t want to get into an accident
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Napa Sexual Awakening
It has been a few years since I last submitted a story or since I actually had a story worth telling Lit readers. I hope you find the story which follows as exciting and satisfying as I did…
To review, my wife Stacy and I have an average sex life; mostly common sexual experiences and mundane sexual exploits throughout our 5 plus years together. Other then our Bora Bora vacation (First Lit Submission: Bora Bora Sexual Awakening) our sex life has more valleys than peaks.
My wife is a sexy woman, and if you haven’t read my previous story submission, she is 5'9" 130 pounds, 34B/C breasts, with very nice curves, brown hair and brown eyes. She is a real looker, turning heads when she enters any room, and way out of my league. I am a lucky man to of married such an attractive sexy woman with a very unique personality.
My wife Stacy was turning 30 last summer and I planned a getaway weekend for just her and me. A trip to Napa Valley to see one of the most beautiful areas of the country was our destination.
We left for Napa late Thursday afternoon, arriving at the B&B later evening. Enough time to get a late snack and arrange for bed. The drive from the airport reveled vineyards at every turn, rolling hills, and more natural beauty then almost anywhere I have ever seen.
Morning arrived and as we finished our amazing breakfast, a man in a black suit approached our table. He introduced himself as Tom our driver for the day. My wife was surprised by my planning and continued birthday giving. Tom escorted us to the beautiful 300 class limo waiting in front of the B&B. He drove off to start our day of wine tasting and vineyard tours.
The day was perfect; sun shining, warm weather, soft breeze. Being Friday, the vineyards were a little slower than normal, allowing for additional tasting in private rooms; we even got a personal tour by one vineyard owner. I could tell my wife was drinking more than she had planned. She wasn’t drunk but she was getting very flirtatious and not just with me. Servers behind the wine bars, other patrons, even Tom or driver was getting some flirting action. I love to see my wife use her beauty and sexual appeal to her advantage.
As night approached, I spoke with Tom as we waited in the limo for my wife to finish her purchases inside our last winery. I asked Tom if he knew of any clubs in the area; and of course he asked what kind. But I noticed a little tone to his voice. And looking back, I am sure my wife’s flirting had something to do with why Tom came to suggesting such a club. As Tom described the club, it sounded more like an “adult” wine bar; but he was a little vague with fine details. Maybe the wine distorted my decision making ability, but without a second thought, we headed to the club.
When we arrived I was surprised by the fact it was an old mansion in the country, on the outskirts of the town of Napa. It was a beautiful building, quite an interesting site. Tom dropped us off and went to park, waiting for our return. Once in the club we were greeted by a hostess, and let me tell you she was wearing a very skimpy tight red dress. She was a sexy young woman, early twenties, blond hair, perk breasts, firm ass. She really set the mood for this interesting place. She walked us to the bar area, where we sat at a table. Of course I watched her walk away just a little too long and I got the friendly slap on the knee.
We looked around the bar area and noticed the other people and they all seemed to be sitting a little close to each other, even tables with 3 or 4 people. With a closer look, some were even kissing and hands were wandering under the tables, although somewhat discreetly. A waitress approached our table, and again she was a very attractive younger woman. Not the level of the hostess but a very sexy short-black hair, petite woman. She sat down and handed us two menus, which at the time, other then her sitting with us, seem fairly normal. The first menu being the wine list; she consulted on a selection and we agreed with a bottle.
Now the second menu, which I thought was a food menu, turned out to be a big surprise. It was a list of “Services” offered by the club. Each “Service” was described in an interesting vague but understandable manner. Our waitress began to explain the club and how proceedings would unfold. I looked to my wife expecting her eyes to read “let’s get the hell out of here,” but to my surprise she looked intrigued, even asked a couple questions. As my wife and the waitress chatted I sat stunned, almost removed from my present surroundings.
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I was brought back to reality when the waitress stood up and left our table. I looked to my wife for some answers and all I got was a smile. And before I could find any words the hostess approached our table, asked my wife and I to follow, and I did only because my wife lead me by the hand. I followed them both up some stairs and down a candle lit hallway. We went inside one of the rooms which had more candles burning, soft music playing and not much else. The only furniture was two massage tables, not like I have seen before; these were much softer and grander. The hostess explained a few things to my wife and exited the room.
Stacy approached me, kissing me on the lips. She broke our kiss and told me to undress and lay on the table. As I removed my shirt, I watched my sexy wife slip her sundress to the floor exposing her perfect curves. She removed her thong bending over seductively as she did. Watching her made my dick grow semi hard. Once I was naked Stacy looked at my cock and joked how the hostess must have had that reaction on me. I smiled and followed her lead-laying face down on the massage table.
Moments later the door opened and I watched as two people walked in the room. I was a little stunned and nervous but ready for almost anything. One was a guy; he was dressed in white cloth pants and nothing else. He was toned and looked to be in his early 20’s, tall, black hair, an attractive man. The other was a woman; she was wearing a lacy sports-bra like top and tight black leggings. She was a clone of the hostess, a real sexy blond. Of course I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she approached me on the massage table. They introduced themselves as Kyle and Summer.
Almost instantly Summer began to massage my body; using lots of massage oil. I have had professional massages before, but never in such a place or naked, meaning no towel or sheet covering my body. Summer rubbed my neck, shoulders, and back. I flinched a little when she rubbed my ass and thighs; my dick grew harder from her touch. I looked over to my wife and Kyle was rubbing her ass just the same, although, Stacy seemed to moan from his touches and her legs seem to spread farther apart. Summer rubbed my legs and ended with my feet; asking me to turn over so she could massage the front.
A little nervous, having an erect dick for all to see, I did as I was told. Once flipped over I noticed Summer had stripped naked; and she was a sexy women. Her nipples stood erect atop her firm breasts. Her skin looked very soft and smooth. Her hands touched my legs again, working up to my thighs. I looked over to my wife, and I noticed Kyle was naked as well and rubbing my wife from her feet up to her thighs. I couldn’t help but glance at his cock, which although still soft, looked a little bigger then mine.
Summer rubbed up to my inner thighs; I watched her naked body as she rubbed closer to my cock. She moved so her back and firm ass was towards my face, her hands now working very close to my cock. Again I looked at my wife, this time she was looking at me and smiling. I am not sure if the smile was because Kyle was now rubbing her breasts or because of the entire situation. I watched as Kyle rubbed around each nipple, making each more erect. Summer grabbed my attention when her hands full of massage oil rubbed my hard cock. Up and down she stroked, her hands working my cock from head to balls. I noticed I wasn’t the only one watching Summer work my cock, so was my wife.
I moved my hand down and rubbed over Summer’s firm ass as she rubbed my cock up and down with both hands. I looked over to my wife to see Kyle had moved her hand onto his cock as he rubbed a few fingers over her bald pussy. Kyle was now hard, his cock in my wife’s hand, his fingers in her pussy and around her clit. She was moaning, eyes shut, as she stroked his cock and enjoyed his touches. My wife’s moans became louder and more frequent; she was really enjoying the moment.
I was getting closer to cumming; Summer was rubbing my cock hard and fast and moaning as she stroked the entire length. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer and didn’t even try. With a few last strokes I blasted my cum as I moaned loud from pleasure. Summer kept rubbing my cock slow and my balls soft. We both looked over to see my wife stroking Kyle harder and faster as he fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit.
She was getting close to cumming herself; Kyle was pushing all the right buttons as Summer and I watched. As he continued Summer kept me hard to semi hard by stroking and rubbing my cock and balls. She played and we watched as Kyle brought Stacy to a very loud and powerful orgasm. My wife exploded with a scream and a few jolts, cumming in a powerful motion. Kyle slowed his strokes and softened his touches until he rubbed his fingertips across her body.
They said thank you, dressed, and exited the room. My wife and I looked at each other and smiled, getting dressed in a sexual bliss we exited and returned to our table in the bar. Our bottle of wine sat chilling, opened and ready to drink. We finished it and paid our bill, exciting this unique club hand in hand. Tom waited with the limo, door open, and a large smile on his face. He drove off with out saying a word; just a little grin could be seen in the rear view mirror.
Stacy and I retreated to our room in the B&B, made passionate sex, really first class sex by our standards. With a kiss good night we both fell asleep with her in my arms.
The End