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Girlsex 101 – Azure’s Conversion

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Wow, I said to myself, you’ve come a long way, girl, in the past six months. I glanced over at the girl sleeping beside me in bed, at the long, shapely legs and the full, chocolate breasts that I had enjoyed so much over the past several hours. On the floor around the bed were scattered pieces of clothing – a pretty top here, a pair of shorts over there, and nearer the bed, a lacy bra and a pair of damp panties frantically stripped off and discarded in a lustful frenzy.

Yeah, it had been a fun night. And to think that just six months ago I had never even been with a woman, had never experienced the exquisite pleasures of girl-girl sex. That had certainly changed!

Those six months had been quite a journey, turning my life virtually upside down, changing my attitude and my outlook about so many things. But it started even further back, a little over a year ago, I was working in a clerical job in a large company downtown, droning through the day, bored to death with nothing better in sight. I’d been there for almost six years and I just hated it, but I also needed the money, so what else could I do? Then one day providence stepped in. There was a big merger and the company announced that my whole department was being eliminated. Within three months I was out of work, with only the paltry severance that was given to someone with my low job and service level.

To make matters worse, I split with the guy I’d been living with for two years, eliminating the safety net of his income. Everything in my life seemed to be changing, so I decided to take a completely different direction in finding a job. No more big companies for me, and no more nine-to-five drudgery. I had waited tables a bit during my two years of college and there was no reason I couldn’t do it again. Unfortunately, every restaurant I talked to wanted to start me as a hostess, and I just didn’t think I could make it without a good level of tips. And then I found “The Club”.

Okay, it wasn’t a fine restaurant. It wasn’t a restaurant at all. In fact, it was a “gentlemen’s club” – a strip club! Not exactly what my mom and dad would choose for me, but hey, they offered me steady work and the manager assured me that the tips were good, and that most of the dancers even helped by “influencing” the customers to be generous. Besides, it sounded like fun – an adventure!

I soon discovered two things that were very different from my old job. First, the “dress code” was not quite the same. While at the office we had to look casual but business-like, at The Club, the theme was definitely sexy. Jake, the manager, told me to wear either a miniskirt or short shorts and a “revealing” top. He said it fit the club’s “vibe” and besides, it would boost my tips. The other difference was my name. I knew that strippers used stage names, but I had no idea that the same rule applied to the waitresses. Jake said again that it fit the “theme” and that it was for my own protection: it seems that the patrons sometimes are as interested in the waitresses as they are the strippers. I was at a loss for a name, so Jake threw out a couple and in an instant I ceased being Angela and became “Azure”, to match the color of my eyes.

The job was pretty much fun, actually, and kind of exciting. I felt just a little naughty walking around in my revealing little outfits, using my new name, while on stage a string of very attractive girls were taking their clothes off, pushing their boobies out and spreading their legs for the guys at the tip rail. The Club was a “nude” club, and every girl was expected to have everything off by the end of her third song. Then the cycle would start again with a new girl. There were usualy two stages going so there was always something nice to look at. I considered myself straight, but I had to admit to thoughts and fantasies about other girls in the past. Since all the girls at the club were very, very pretty, seeing them up there naked was definitely “interesting”. And when I delivered drinks to the private lap dance area, well, that was even more interesting.

Jake was right – the tips were pretty darned good. I think the guys got used to tipping the dancers well all night, and that would carry over to tipping the waitresses just as well. Sometimes, of course, they wanted more than just drinks for their tip. Not sex or anything (not usually), but it seemed like everyone wanted to see the waitresses strip. Almost every night some guy would ask, either just to me or loud enough for the whole bar to hear, “Hey honey, when are you gonna get up on stage? I’d definitely pay to see that!”

I had certainly thought about it, and I was pretty sure I could do well. After years of childhood dance lessons, I knew I could handle the moves, and there’s no denying I’m attractive. I am a fairly petite girl, five foot four, slim, kind of small on top, but with a nice shape overall. I am more often described as pretty than cute, with a “classic angular beauty”. My fair skin and deep blue eyes contrast sharply with my dark, almost black hair, which cascades thickly down my back, almost down to what I’ve been told is my best physical asset – my “cute little butt”. Yeah, I could definitely make some money if I wanted to, and I certainly could use the extra cash. But I still didn’t have the nerve to get up there and take off all my clothes for a bunch of drunken, drooling men.

My attitude started to change, however, about six months into my stint as a waitress. That’s when the club hired a new dancer, one who took an obvious interest in me. Her name was Kristin, but on stage she was “Ashley”, so that’s how I always thought of her. In any case, she’s the one that finally got me to trade in my serving tray for some six-inch platform heels. I seemed to be some kind of special project for her, and she was intent on getting me into stripping. Every time someone would make a comment about me dancing, Ashley would chime right in: “Yeah girl, you oughta do it. You’d bank!” As a matter of fact, she’s the one who most often commented on my ‘cute little rear end”. She even gave me one of her dancing costumes and made me try it on in the dressing room, leading the other dancers in whistling and making googoo eyes at me once I did. I have to admit I was encouraged, though it took another month or so for me to actually take the big step. When I finally did, Ashley took me under her wing completely, showing me some moves, giving advice on how to hustle customers, even teaching me a few pole tricks when the club was closed. She was great.

Ashley has been dancing for several years, so she’s an old pro compared to me, though at 24 she’s actually several years younger than I am. She’s a “dishwater” blonde (actually she prefers “dirty blonde”, but that’s just her sense of humor – she loves the double entente) and like me wears her hair fairly simple and straight, though hers only falls about six inches below her shoulders. She’s cute, of course, and sexy (you don’t last long as a stripper if you aren’t!). Another petite girl, she is the exact same height as me and also slim, but definitely more voluptuous on top. Her 34Cs are twice the size of my wimpy little boobies. I envy them and love them at the same time.

Of course, it was obvious early on that Ashley was interested in me as more than just a waitress or a dancer. She’s a very friendly person anyway, very nice, but she would always go way out of her way with me, always smiling and sweet-talking me. When I’d bring drinks to her or her customer of the moment she’d always make him give me an extra big tip. And she never failed to tell me how good I looked.

But things really heated up once I finally took the plunge and switched from waitressing to dancing. Once she saw me strip, all the way to nude, her interest became more obvious. Since we worked the same shifts, we spent more time together in the dressing room, giving her even more opportunity to flirt with me. She still smiled at me a lot, but it seemed to me that her smile was growing into more of a leer, and she never missed a chance to touch me. It would be just a light pat on my arm or leg, a gentle stroke of my neck or across my lips – enough to really get my attention.

Finally, about two weeks after I started dancing, she got really bold, walking up to me one night as we were getting ready and putting it right out there: “I sure hope you’re into girls,” she said, “’cause I really want to do you.” The sultry heat of her whisper in my ear made me catch my breath, and I just looked at her for a second, my mouth open, not sure how to react. I’d had some guys approach me this way, but never a girl. Ashley smiled smugly, her right eyebrow rising in a “What do you think?” gesture. I stuttered out a response, “I… um… uh… I’m flattered, but… I don’t think so.” I said those words, but part of me inside was screaming “OH, YESSSSSS!”, wanting desperately to try what I’d been thinking about off and on for years, especially in my time at The Club.

Ashley was not the least bit discouraged by my rejection. She just smiled a little smirk, playfully tweaked my nose, and said “Give it time, sweetie. You don’t know what you’re missing,” Then she strolled away, making sure to wiggle her butt for me as she walked, clearly confident that she’s get me eventually. as she left, I could feel the evidence of our brief encounter – a small but undeniable hint of moisture between my legs.

Of course, she didn’t give up. Over the next couple weeks, Ashley kept up her campaign to get me, blatantly flirting with me every chance she got. If I was sitting with a customer, she’d come up and point out to him how pretty I was, sometimes even hinting that we had a thing going. I didn’t mind and I played along. It was fun and kind of exciting, and it usually got the guy even hornier than he already was, which meant I could easily talk him into a few lap dances. A couple times Ashley even suggested a two-girl dance, hinting at some girl-girl action, but nobody bit on that one.

The flirting went on for several weeks before finally coming to a head one Tuesday night. We were both working the early shift, scheduled to get off at ten. Ashley was being particularly bold, both in the dressing room and on the floor. While we were getting ready she told me how hot I looked. Then, standing right in front of me, she twisted her nipples and asked me if I thought they stuck out enough. She was clearly trying to gauge my reaction, but I just gave her a noncommittal “Yeah.”. Later, on the floor, each time she’d pass me she made a point of teasing me, touching me in the most intimate ways. She’d breathe a husky “Hi” in my ear while her hand would run up and down the back of my bare thigh or her finger would draw a line lightly down between my breasts. One time she actually goosed me as she went by. You can get away with these things in a strip bar, and of course the customers love it.

And then there were the words. All night, she’d whisper dirty things in my ear, telling my on her way to the stage that she was going to spread her kitty just for me, or how she got so wet watching me dance, or how she just knew I tasted great. And each time she’d rub herself against me, subtly, just enough to let me feel her soft warmth against my skin. I have to admit, after a couple hours of this, I was pretty horny.

It was toward the end of our shift when she finally got to me. The place was really dead, and the few customers that were there weren’t paying much attention to the dancers, but we still had to go on, two more dances each. Ashley was on stage just before me, with a single seriously-drunk guy the only person at the tip rail. I was sitting at the bar, sipping another drink, getting more and more tipsy, and could see that she was focusing all her attention at me. Her sultry eyes were locked on mine as she twirled and spread, exposing hers pink flesh for all to see, but really just for me. When she finally finished, she left stage quickly, passing by me on her way to the dressing room, making sure to place one last caress on my upper thigh as she went by. It drove a shiver up my spine.

I was up next, and I did a pretty uninspired set, going through the motions, happy to end the night and get off stage with a couple of bucks from the drunk guy. I didn’t bother to dress when I left stage. It was the end of the night and kind of warm and besides, sometimes I just like to leave my clothes off as I walk back to the dressing room. There’s something liberating and empowering about walking around totally naked in a public place, knowing everyone is looking at you, doing something your mother would never approve of.

Of course I was still naked when I pushed open the dressing room door and strode through. Suddenly, as it closed behind me, I heard a voice say “I think it’s time we did something about this,” and felt two hands on my shoulders. I was spun around and found myself face to face with Ashley, who engulfed me in a hot, passionate embrace. I was immediately aware that Ashley was just as naked as I was! Her mouth just devoured mine as her full breasts pressed lushly into my own, her erect nipples rubbing delightfully over mine as she squirmed her bare flesh against me. There were other dancers in the room and they whooped it up as Ashley molested me. Her hands gripped hard at my waist, pulling me into her, then moved all over me, caressing my back, my cheek, tracing a maddening trail down over my bare ass. I felt an electric surge from my chest down between my legs and I knew I was getting wet. Without even thinking I grabbed her hips and returned her kisses, whimpering with excitement as she continued to stimulate me. I heard more whoops from the onlookers and was a little embarrassed, but I really didn’t care. I’d kissed girls before, but never like this, never in the nude, and my overwhelming impression at that moment was “SOFT!!!” I never imagined how wonderful another girl would feel against me, like a sea of silky softness running over my whole body. Damn, I thought, no wonder the guys go apeshit over us.

At last Ashley broke the kiss, pulling back just an inch or so, her eyes staring wildly into my own as she looked for a response. Her nostrils flared and her breath was short and choppy, and it was obvious she was very aroused. In a husky whisper, between panting breaths she uttered a simple “Well?” I looked intently into her eyes for a second and then answered by grabbing her face and kissing her even more passionately than she had just kissed me. My hands trailed up and down her back and then one came around to cup her full, incredibly soft breast while the other moved behind, squeezing her left butt cheek, pulling her harder into me. She gave out a little cry, half surprise and half wanton lust, and raised her right leg up and around my hip. As she opened herself up, my fingers sensed the warmth between her cheeks and I could feel her fluids coating my upper thigh. It aroused me more than I thought possible. We continued to ravish each other there in the middle of the room, moaning shamelessly, making out, completely naked in front of the three other dancers, until we finally came up for air.

There was complete silence in the room, except for our labored breathing. The other girls just stared, somewhat shocked and, I’m sure, at least a little turned on, until finally, one of them blurted out “Whew! Somebody’s gettin’ some pussy tonight!” and the whole room erupted in laughter.

I think I blushed a little but we all knew she was right. I leaned in close to Ashley and confirmed it. “Yeah, you’re definitely getting some tonight!”, I said softly, quietly laughing as she broke into a huge, satisfied smile. She had finally gotten her girl.

The rest of my shift seemed to go on forever. I was so fucking horny and all I could think about was Ashley. I really didn’t feel like dealing with any customers, so I stayed in the dressing room until I heard the call “Azure, get ready,” over the PA, telling me that my last stage dance was coming up.

I grabbed a quick drink at the bar and downed most of it while the last song of the current girl’s set droned on. Then it finally ended and it was my time on stage again. As I stepped up, I noticed Ashley sitting at the bar. She had already danced her last set and could have gone home, but of course she was waiting for me. She sat there, watching me intently as I walked to the stage, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. Everyone else would enjoy a look, but she knew she had me for much more. I felt a little twinge between my legs and decided to direct all my energy toward her.

The irony was that it was one of the best, one of the hottest sets I ever did. Seeing Ashley there, I felt so turned on and I let it show, running my hands sensually all over myself and opening my legs wide for everyone, but mostly for her, taking it all in with that secret little smile. I wasn’t just dancing for money, pretending to feel sexy. This time I really was feeling sexy. In fact, I felt myself getting physically aroused, something that would never normally happen and something I would never want to happen in stage. A couple guys, sensing a good show, came down to the tip bar, and I know they got an eyeful of hot, wet pussy. I had to laugh at how many tips I got at the end of such a dead night. I’m sure I could have sold a few private dances, but I wasn’t about to put off what I was anticipating with Ashley. I wonder if any of those guys knew it was her that was making me wet.

Once my set was over, I was free to go. I put my flimsy costume back on and returned to the dressing room, where I found Ashley waiting again. And again she grabbed me and laid a hot, sloppy kiss on me, then pulled away to gasp, “Oh god, you are so fucking hot!” and pounced on me again. My arousal level immediately skyrocketed, but before we got too far someone admonished us to “Get a room, ladies,” and we cooled it down for the time being.

In fact, we got into street clothes, gathered our stuff as quickly as possible, and then stopped in the restroom, where we started going at it again, kissing like madwomen, hands and mouths feverishly busy, little whimpers of passion filling the room. Before I knew it, Ashley’s hand was down the back of my pants, tracing over my asscrack, reaching down till her fingertip just poked inside my slit. I let out a little cry and squeezed her tight as I felt her edge in a little more. “Mmmmm,” she whispered, “you are sooooooo wet. Mmmmm.” After a couple minutes of this, Ashley broke off and between gasping breaths, asked, “You live close?” When I told her I lived a half mile away, she quickly decided, “Your place!” then added “I’m gonna fuck you so good!” and we were off to our cars.

I could barely focus on driving as I navigated my way home. Every block or so I’d check my mirror to make sure Ashley was still behind me. I guess some irrational part of me thought she might suddenly disappear, that this was all just a cruel joke. I couldn’t believe I was finally going to do this.

Of course, it was no joke. We got to my place and did our best to keep our cool as we walked through the parking lot to my apartment door. I fumbled briefly with the key but finally got the door open and we scrambled inside. At that point, I was ready to pounce on her and move into high gear, but Ashley went slower, just rubbing herself against me, her hands cradling my head, fingers up into my hair, her mouth barely opening as she kissed my cheeks, my eyes, and then my lips. I was dying for more, but she didn’t give it, not yet. I just closed my eyes and surrendered to those wonderful feelings.

She took my upper lip gently into her mouth, an almost imperceptible draw, then ran her tongue over its surface, continuing to tease and stimulate me. At last her mouth opened over mine and her tongue moved inside. I felt an electric thrill through my body as her tongue played slickly with mine, rolling lightly over it, then extending its search to cover my lips and teeth. My own tongue moved forward and I moaned urgently into her mouth, losing my inhibitions quickly as my passion rose, my arms gripping her frantically, reveling in the feel of her soft body pressed against my own.

Her breasts pushed into mine as we embraced, and they felt so wonderful! Unable to resist, I moved my hand to her titties, feeling their delicious softness as I cupped one in each hand. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her eraser-tip nipples poked into my palms through her thin top as I grazed over them. I opened my eyes and found hers open too, staring at me, just inches away. “I love your tits!” I confessed in a whisper, and a smile shone in her eyes. “Show me,” she said.

Her response thrilled me, and I quickly pulled her top up and over her head, discarding it on the floor. Now her bare breasts were in my hands, so pink and soft, full and firm. I delighted in the silky-smooth feel of them as they filled my hands, rolling the erect nipples between my fingers as Ashley sighed. “Show me,” she insisted again, and I knew what she wanted. I leaned down just a bit, to bring my mouth near to one of her beauties, and heard a little “Mmmmm” in anticipation. I held her breast in both hands, then opened up and took the luscious morsel in, sucking contentedly as another soft “Mmmmm” escaped her lips.

I opened wider and took her further in, sucking as much of her boob into my mouth as I could. It felt so wonderful, so creamy soft, I just couldn’t get enough of it. I kept sucking, at the same time licking over the surface of her nipple, then moved to the other one and gave it an equal amount of love.

I pulled away now, letting her warm treats slip out of my mouth to admire their beauty. My god, they looked amazing, the pink nipples so hard and erect, and so wet from the sucking I’d just given them. I wanted more, but we needed a better place. “The bedroom,” I said urgently, “…hurry!” We kissed again, our mouths open wide, briefly ravishing each other, then moved to the other room, ripping our clothes off as we went.

By the time we reached the bed we were both completely naked. We flopped onto it, me first, on my back, and Ashley quickly following on top of me. It was then that I discovered one of the great things about making love with Ashley – since we are the same size, everything lines up perfectly. Kissing her like that, in the nude, both of our titties mashed exactly together, our nipples rubbing directly against one another. Hands could easily reach everything as we each thrust a soft thigh between the other’s legs. It was just total sensual stimulation, an all-over body experience.

We kissed like that for a while, our temperatures rising, our crotches moistening more by the second. Then Ashley moved up on me, her body sliding over mine until her chest was even with my head. She hovered over me, taunting me, her juicy melons hanging down from her chest, just above my face. She knew I liked her boobs and she teased me with them, rubbing them repeatedly over my nose and eyes, placing a taut nipple between my lips, then pulling away before I could take it in. I’d seen her do this to guys in the lap dance room, but now it was I with my face between her tits, I who was shivering there with excitement, dying to have those hard little points in my mouth. Finally she let me have one, raising herself up a little, her full breast poised above my face, then lowering slowly into my eager mouth. I sucked her savagely, like a starving pup that had finally gotten her mother’s teat.

Ashley cooed as I mouthed her, clearly enjoying the feeling, as well as the knowledge that she had “turned” me. Her reaction just excited me further, and I sucked greedily at her, while my hands moved down to explore the rich, soft curves of her backside, my fingers feeling the heat as they stretched into the humid crease of her ass.

I started to explore, my fingers moving deeper into her ass while I continued to suck at the luscious treat between my lips. I reached into her crack and found the hot ring of her asshole, making little circles at its center as Ashley uttered playful little sounds in response. She inched up a bit, still keeping her tit in my mouth, but giving me better access to her private parts. My finger moved further down and now I could feel the spongy flaps of her pussy. Excited as hell, I pushed in and felt the intense, wet heat gripping my finger as it entered a girl for the first time. I couldn’t believe I had my finger inside her. God, it felt so good! I pushed in farther, dipping my whole finger into her honey as we both moaned in ecstasy. And now I could feel her warm juices coating my thigh as she rubbed herself against my leg.

I stayed at it a while, playing with Ashley’s pussy, reveling in the eroticism of her slick flesh against my fingertips, feeling her jerk or shiver in response whenever I found a sensitive spot. It was an amazing experience, incredibly hot. I’d fingered myself, of course, plenty of times, but this was different. This was another girl’s body, another girl’s hole creaming over my fingers, and each time I did something right, I could experience her response immediately, could feel her hot breath and see the reaction on her face.

Finally, Ashley reached back and gently pulled my hand from between her legs. I was surprised, and my eyes queried hers, searching for a reason. She pulled my hand up to my open mouth and I took in my fingers, licking off the liberal dose of Ashley juice that coated them, actually tasting her for the first time. It was hot and I know she enjoyed seeing me do it. I loved it too. I smiled steamily at her and she returned a lusty smile of her own. Then she kissed me softly and said, “That felt great, sweetie, but it’s your turn. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

Now I understood. All that flirting at the club, all the touching, the promising looks, the dirty talk, all had been leading up to this event. I could tell from the look in her eyes that Ashley wanted to go down on me, and I wasn’t going to argue. I was so ready.

Ashley gave me one more deep tongue kiss and then started downward, nipping oh so lightly at my neck in ways that had me quivering and begging for more. She kept glancing up at me as she continued, over my shoulders to my heaving breasts. It was embarrassing to see my little nubs between her lips, so slight compared to her sumptuous mounds that I had recently suckled so gratefully. But she seemed to like them, looking up at me with joy in her eyes as she took one and then the other into her mouth, gripping the tips playfully in her teeth. And then she was off again, moving to the flat expanse of my belly, driving me crazy as her tongue made wet little paths over my skin, into the ticklish port of my navel.

By this time I was horny as hell, both from her actions and from the earlier fun I’d had playing in her pussy. My legs were wide apart now, with her lying between them, her breasts rubbing wonderfully against my inner thighs. As she moved down my abdomen, her tongue wandering tantalizingly over my hipbones and then in toward the center, I could hardly stand it. A low, involuntary groan escaped my lips, making Ashley look up with a very satisfied leer.

Ashley moved back a bit and just played with me for a few minutes, running her fingers up and down my slit while her gaze moved back and forth from the object of her affection to my own eyes, checking out my reactions. I could tell she was excited – her fingers trembled as they stroked me, matching my own trembling in my thighs and stomach. Finally, she looked up at me, licked her lips, and said in a breathy tone, “God, you have sweet little pussy!” And then she dove in.

Her tongue was amazing. Plenty of guys had gone down on me, and I always enjoyed oral sex, but now I discovered what it could really be like. Ashley was so patient. She moved slowly, oh god, so slowly, her tongue tip teasing in all my private little places, making me whimper uncontrollably as she licked me. I spread my legs wider and she delved right into my hole, her tongue moving up and down inside while she moaned her delight in eating me. I looked down and caught her eye, and while her face was buried in my crotch, there was no mistaking the look of joy that she gave me. It made me feel so good, so wanted, so desirable. I just relaxed and lay back, letting her have her way with me, enjoying the attention.

It was just wonderful. I was totally stimulated, feeling her tongue wash over my pussy, her hands roaming sensually over my body, the sight of her face down there, the click-click sound of her tongue as it moved through the wet folds of my cunt. My legs were so wide now, I was doing the splits, trying to get her farther into me, to expose more and more of my throbbing tissues to her wonderful licking. I was babbling, moaning incoherently, begging for more in a voice without words, but whose meaning was oh so clear. Then she put two fingers inside me and I just exploded, an electric charge starting between my legs and tingling out through my whole body. I cried out, practically sobbing as I rocked with an orgasm like none I’d ever had before.

She kept at me, her mouth taking me completely in, her fingers and tongue working everywhere, inside me and outside, over the surface of my needy flesh. I reached a plateau and just stayed there, vibrating internally, thrusting into Ashley’s face, going on for what seemed like forever, until finally she let up and I came down to earth.

Ashley slowly came back up, her tongue making excruciatingly light trails over my tummy while I still quivered in the aftermath of my orgasm. Then she was on top of me again, her face just inches from mine, the picture of smugness. I couldn’t help but chide her a bit. “You look like the cat that ate the canary,” I said. She got a funny look in her eye and answered, “I don’t think that was the canary I just ate. It was the kitty!” I started to react at her joke, but my laughter was smothered as her mouth covered mine once again.

I closed my eyes and savored the kissing, which was even more deep and passionate than what came before. My hands wandered all over her, affectionately cradling her face, then enjoying her breasts, then moving down her back to the warm, sweaty crease of her ass. We went on for several minutes, once again raising the heat factor in both of us, until I felt Her move briskly out of reach.

Before I knew it she was resting on my chest, supporting most of her weight on her knees, which were now on either side of me. The position forced her legs apart, and now she was splayed open right in front of my face. I felt self-conscious, but I just couldn’t take my eyes off her pussy. I was looking right up inside her. It was pink and wet and I swear it was steaming.

Suddenly the reality set in and I was having second thoughts. Did I really want to do this? This wasn’t fantasy anymore. That was another girl’s cunt I was looking at, the real thing, and now I noticed just how wet she was. I could see an obvious layer of cream coating every surface of the sensitive flesh inside, which was actually throbbing now as Ashley’s arousal grew. Did I really want to lick that?

I tore my gaze away from her amazing juice pit and looked up to find her staring down intently, her eyes wide at the sight of me there between her legs. Her flared nostrils and heavy breathing revealed her level of excitement with the situation. Then she smiled wickedly and her eyes grew even wider as she slowly inched forward on my chest. I watched, entranced, as her wet cunt moved closer and closer to my waiting mouth. It was finally going to happen.

She paused again just inches from my lips. I was breathing harder now, either from arousal or anticipation or maybe fear, I couldn’t tell – probably all three. She spread a little wider and the smell of her arousal filled by senses as I looked up to once again see that devilish grin on her face.

“Oh fuck,” she said, “I can feel your breath on my pussy. That’s so hot. Are you ready?” She seemed really hyper, all worked up, and before I could answer she asked again, “You ready for this?”

“Yeah,” I lied. I certainly wasn’t sure, but at that point it seemed inevitable, so I added, “Come on.”

Ashley’s smile got even bigger and she pushed her hips forward to close the final gap. Her eyes closed and she uttered a soft “Ahhhhh” as the heat of pressed her cunt firmly into my mouth. I immediately felt her fluids on my lips, and without even thinking, I started to lick into her. For the first time in my life, I was eating pussy.

I worked my tongue quickly around her hot hole, moving delicately over the inner lips, then plunging inside to feel her warm channel quivering around my tongue. The taste was intense but not bad – earthy and strong, like a sip of fine liqueur. Despite my earlier fears, I found the whole experience very exciting, and soon I was licking her like a pro.

Ashley bit her lip and emitted little groans of pleasure. In between those she uttered sweet nothings, calling me “honey” and “baby” as her hips moved slowly, deliberately back and forth, sliding her open cunt over my lips and tongue. Her juices were smeared over the lower half of my face and I could feel her trembling each time I licked her. She was clearly enjoying this and seeing that made it more exciting for me, too. I worked harder to please her, trying to remember the things I liked, searching to find the good spots that made her respond the best. It felt so good to make her do that.

I must have done something right, because Ashley started groaning franticly and her hips ground down harder as she really got into me eating her. Her head was back, facing up toward the ceiling, but her eyes were still closed as she focused intently on the feelings between her legs. At that point I was just as into it as she was. I reached out to take the soft globes of her ass in my hands and dug even deeper into her, lapping up all the juice she had to offer. By this time I was loving the taste of her and just wanted more. I couldn’t believe I’d waited so long to do this. I would have eaten her forever if she wanted it.

Now she looked back down at me, eyes wide, exciting herself with the sight of me doing her. Her hands were on my head now, a gesture of both affection and passion. I licked up to her clit and her eyes closed again, overcome by the electric jolt that soared through her body.

“Oh god,” she murmured. “I knew you’d be good. I just knew it… oh baby, you’re doing me so good! Ohhh, honey.”

I loved hearing her words, praising me for this newfound talent. They spurred me on and I became more confident, plunging my tongue deep into her hot cunt, then swirling it slowly over the hard nub of her clittie. That made her cry out and pull her legs together around my head. The softness of her thighs against my cheeks was just one more delight from this amazing experience. Trapped there between her legs, I was totally immersed in her, with all my senses stimulated. The silky feel of her skin, the moisture, the taste and smell of her open gash, the sound of her ecstatic cries, and the sight of her luscious, naked body quivering above me – all of it was new and exciting.

Still, I needed to change positions. Yes, it was wonderful being there, surrounded by her sensuality, but it was also restricting. I needed more freedom to move on her, to take charge and do the things I needed to do to make her feel good. I’d never done this before, but I was sure I could make her come, and I wanted to more than anything.

I pushed up gently on her hips and she awoke briefly from her reverie as I told her what I wanted. Then she climbed off my face and flopped onto the pillows, opening her legs immediately to let me get at her again. I crawled quickly between her legs and went to work on her. My god, I think I was more excited than she was. I never imagined how good it would be to eat pussy. I couldn’t get enough of her now, and I was licking her everywhere, delighting in the way her body responded to each swipe of my tongue.

I looked up at Ashley as I ate her out, and she looked just heavenly. The smooth expanse of her abdomen, undulating now in response to my tongue, led my eyes to the two creamy mounds of her breasts, each one topped with a pert, pink nipple pointing to the ceiling. And above them was her face, always pretty, but now absolutely beautiful as her passion lit it up. Her mouth lay slackly open and her tongue traced circles around her lips as she enjoyed the sensations of sex. Her legs were up, her feet flat on the bed, and her hands reached above her, grabbing the headboard for leverage as she thrust her crotch up into my eager mouth. All the while, she continued to call me “baby” and “sweetie”, which made everything even better.

It was hard to believe that I’d never done this before. It seemed so natural and wonderful. And I loved the feelings I got from doing it. There’s a slightly degrading aspect to eating someone out, kneeling or lying between her legs, licking her most private parts, just to please her. But it’s also empowering, knowing you’re the source of her pleasure, and seeing her writhe and lose control of herself because of what you’re doing to her. I liked both sides of that coin.

Spurned on by her response, I went at her with renewed enthusiasm, surprising myself with my skill. I licked her like a whore, not a scared novice. I think I surprised her, too, because, between her moans and groans, she kept staring down at me with this look of amazement. But then she would close her eyes again, drop her head back, and just enjoy it.

She was close. Her breath was shaky and her thighs trembled more with each pass of my tongue. Then her hands let go of their death grip on the headboard and came flat on the bed, pushing down hard, like she was trying to hold back the wave that was coming at her. The endearments were gone now, replaced by uncontrolled moans and an occasional “fuck!” or “eat me!”. I moved up slightly and let my tongue wash swiftly over her clittie, back and forth until she finally went over the top.

There was one long, intense groan and then she cried out as her orgasm hit. God, it was amazing, having my head there between her legs as she lost it on me. A grimace of pleasure filled her face as her head jerked back and the lower part of her body shimmied and shook. I kept my lips on her and felt a sudden surge of liquid pour into my mouth. I swallowed without thinking and then realized I’d just taken down Ashley’s cum. I’d never done that before, never for any of my male lovers, but it excited me, made me feel so giving, so totally subservient to her needs. She had more to give and I took that too, thrilled that I was making her come so hard.

I thought she might come again, but after several series of tremors she gently pushed my head away from her. She’d had enough, at least for the time being. As she came down, her breaths came in gasps, which slowly evolved into little laughs. The laughter was infectious, and soon we were both laughing out loud, not because there was anything funny, but because we were both amazed and ecstatic at what had just transpired. I moved up and started to make out with her again as we continued our laughter.

Needless to say, our night was not over. That was another lesson I learned about girl sex – it can go on forever, no wham-bam and lights out like with a lot of guys. We ended up making love until dawn, trying every position and every little trick we could think of to get each other off. I learned a lot from Ashley that night, not the least of which was that I really like sex with other women, and really liked giving oral. It was the start of a whole new, wonderful phase of my life, and I knew right then that I’d never look back.

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