Loading...My name is Lisa. Stupid way to start out a story, isn’t it? Oh well, this is hard for me. So bear with me. I come from a typical family, I have a typical job, I have had typical boyfriends, and whatever other uses of the word typical there are, they apply to me. Your average girl.
I’m 5’7, one hundred-low-thirty-something-pounds, and, because I know most of you are men, my ‘rack’ as you would call it is a modest 34B. They are small, but I have gotten over my teenage embarrassment and now I worry about other things, mostly. I have strawberry blond hair with brighter highlights, and it’s a little past my shoulders. I have large brown eyes, and with the right lipstick, full and luscious red lips. Without the lipstick is another story. I think I’m getting off track here.
I rent a small one bedroom condo from a friend of the family, I live alone, and I’m not currently seeing anyone. I got a degree from community college and then dropped out of a state university. I work in an office environment doing customer satisfaction surveys. Sounds stupid, but it pays well, and I like the people I work with.
Ok, I promise I’ll stop going on about myself soon. I’ll go on about Donna for a minute.
She is hard to explain. We knew each other in High School, became friends in college, and now see each other once a month or so. We’re good friends, without being best friends. I had a shortage of female friends at one point, and I grew very close to her, but then things got weird, and we drifted apart. I’ll tell you why in a minute, but recently we have been seeing more of each other. It’s a complicated relationship, which I can’t properly explain, because of a series of three situations.
First situation. In college, we went to a party together. We got dared to French kiss for a few minutes. We did. No big deal right? I had to convince myself of that afterwards. I am almost positive I am not a lesbian, I don’t find girls attractive in the way I find guys attractive, but on some level, I enjoyed the taboo aspect of bisexuality, if only through kissing.
Second situation. It was several months later, we got drunk at my apartment. We laughed and acted stupid, drunk girls falling all over each other, nothing THAT abnormal. We didn’t kiss, we talked a lot about sex, but it was all heterosexual experiences and fantasies. She told me she had been in a threesome before, and I told her about my more standard sexual experiences. We had a good time, no big deal. She fell asleep when we started watching a movie, and I put a blanket on her. I went to bed, but left the door open, in case she woke up and needed something in the night.
I woke up with her arm around me. My head hurt and I had to pee, so I got up quickly and hurried into the bathroom. As I got up, I adjusted my panties, and realized my shirt was open. Now, I truly don’t know what happened, but the shirt I sleep in is silk buttoned night shirt, and I always sleep with at least three or four of the buttons fastened. So my shirt was undone, and Donna had crawled in bed with me at some point. My head hurt and I just crawled back into bed, and went back to sleep. When I woke up a few hours later, Donna was up and about. I didn’t say anything about my shirt, but after she left, I thought a lot about it.
I didn’t just think about it, I began to obsess about it. I tried to remember anything, but it was completely blank from the time I went to bed and woke up, I didn’t remember her crawling in the bed, nothing. I called her a couple of days later, with a rehearsed joke about the situation. It was like “you must have been so drunk that when you climbed into the bed you started fondling anything that was warm” NOT those exact words, because what I said didn’t sound stupid, but I don’t remember exactly what I said, it was something along those lines. She replied “you probably wish I did!” and then I said yes, but I was joking, I swear under all that is holy I only meant it as a joke.
Third Situation. It was two weeks after that incident, I had convinced myself that it was all in my head, she hadn’t touched me when I was asleep, she was still a good friend and everything was all right. She called me wanting to go to a movie. I said sure, we got coffee before hand, and then went into the theatre. In the middle of the movie, I felt her hand move and touch mine, so I looked over at her. She leaned in and kissed me, and I was too shocked to do anything. I kind of kissed her back, and her hand went down to my leg and I jumped back. I got up and whispered that I had forgotten I had a family obligation the next day and I walked out. We didn’t talk for three weeks.
So that’s how our relationship turned weird. That was the background. What I wanted to write about was the night we spent together recently. You see, I couldn’t get this fantasy of her touching me when I was asleep out of my head. I have sexual fantasies, everyone does, but this was something new and scary. Before I knew it, after three weeks I broke down, called her, asked if she wanted to spend the night and get drunk again. I said work was going bad, and I just needed a night away. She agreed somewhat reluctantly.
She was going to come over at around nine. At seven I went to the supermarket and bought supplies, beer, wine, and some mixing supplies. When I got home, I took a long shower, shaving all the proper parts. I made sure to trim certain regions below the waist, so that I could feel sexy should anything happen. I got dressed in casual attire. Tight jeans, modest t-shirt. I tied my hair back in a ponytail, and straightened up my whole apartment. I was sitting around watching television when she called.
I walked down to the gate to let her in. She was dressed similar to me, jeans and a halter top, covered by a cute jacket. We hugged, and I led the way back to my apartment. I hung her coat up we went to the kitchen to peruse the selections. We decided on red wine, and I poured two glasses, and took the bottle back with us to the couch. After a few minutes of comfortable silence she dove right into the heart of the matter.
“Lisa, I know this is weird, and we should talk about it,” she said casually, “I keep getting mixed signals from you.” I wanted to deny it, and I knew my face was red.
“Oh, well, I don’t know. I’m not really sure about it,” I said nervously.
“Do you like girls at all?” Donna asked with a small smile.
“I think that’s what I’m not sure about,” I said, not looking at her.
“Okay, as long as I wasn’t totally wrong,” she said with that same smile. She then giggled, “You look so scared, relax! I’m not going to jump you or anything.” I laughed dutifully with her, although I was still scared.
The conversation went neutral for a while. We drank the bottle of red wine. I’m kind of rushing these parts, because we had another fun night, it only got interesting for you guys later, after another bottle of red wine. So after several hours of talking, watching television, and just spending time together, we decided to watch a movie. We put in Sixteen Candles, because it just doesn’t get old.
I got up and got the second bottle of red wine, and brought it back to the couch. Donna got up and retrieved a blanket from my bedroom. I sat down on the couch, red wine in hand and watched Donna sit back down. She sat up on the far side of the couch, spread the blanket over her legs, and then opened one side of it.
“Come on, bring the wine over and I’ll let you share the blanket,” she said.
I just grinned and crawled over. Almost as a joke, I leaned heavily against her. I was planning on moving, but she just tossed the blanket over me, and I handed her the bottle of wine. She had the corkscrew, opened it, and took a drink straight from the bottle. She handed it back, and not wanting to be rude, I put the bottle to my lips as well.
“This way is fun, I just hope you don’t mind my cooties,” I said jokingly and handed the bottle back.
In response, she took the bottle and licked the top of it. I stared at her in shock. She handed it back and raised her eyebrows at me.
I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do, or if she was just waiting for a reaction. I just took a drink, smiled, and handed it back to her.
I looked at the screen, and saw that the movie was playing, all that pre-movie preview/federal warning crap was done, so I turned up the movie. As we got comfortable, I realized how heavily I was leaning on her.
“Do you want me to move?” I asked.
“No, you’re fine, let me just move my arm,” she said quietly, and she lifted her left arm up and put in on the back of the couch. I leaned back down and to my surprise she put her arm down, and on top of mine. I was under the blanket, and the arm was over the blanket, so I didn’t panic. It felt really good, just that small physical touching. I sighed contentedly and leaned my head down against her shoulder. I guess it was cuddling? I don’t know, it wasn’t sexual. It was just really nice.
We watched the movie in relative silence. It was about midnight, and it had gotten colder. I suspect we were both feeling the wine, well, I know I was. It was about halfway through the movie, the wine sat on the table, the bottle mostly gone. I was getting uncomfortable in my position, so I sat up slightly, and instead of just leaning, I grabbed a thin couch pillow and put it on her lap. She made no protest, only smiled slightly, invitingly. I stretched out a little more, and lay my head in her lap. We adjusted the blanket and I sighed again in contentment. After a few minutes, she cleared her throat softly.
“My hand is cold,” she said, indicating the arm that was casually draped on top of the blanket, on top of me.
“Here, just put it in the blanket,” I said cheerfully. She slipped her hand under the blanket and I felt it touch my arm.
“Ow, that is cold!” I said quickly. Her hand was freezing, arm included. I took the hand in both of mine, and began rubbing it.
After a few minutes her hand had warmed up, and then I didn’t know what to do with it. I don’t think she did either, because she let it just limply stay in my hands. I decided it didn’t matter, and I just hugged her arm against me, her hand came down against the top of my stomach, just below my breasts. I held it there against me, and she seemed okay with that.
Another few minutes went by with both of us just watching the movie, when I felt her hand move slightly. It felt so soft, and so light, that I wasn’t sure if I was just imagining it at first. She was almost slightly scratching my stomach, not hard, just pulling her nails up and slightly against my shirt. It tickled slightly, but it felt good, and I didn’t think anything of it.
I was feeling tired, warm, and really good about being with her. I let my eyes close, and I brought one of my hands up to gently touch her forearm. I gently traced her forearm with my hand, the way she was gently touching my stomach.
“That feels nice,” I whispered to her, and then I moved my hand away. I lay still, letting my body focus on the contact.
Sufficiently encouraged, she became a little more daring. Her hand now brushed softly against my upper stomach obviously. After a few minutes of this, I felt her hand start reaching up a little. I felt her thumb lightly trace against the underside of my right breast. I almost made a sound, but I remained silent. I lay frozen, anticipating her touch, unsure of what to do or say.
She was extremely patient. Her hands would move across my stomach, and then through my bra, gently massaging the underside of my breast, then move back down to my stomach. I felt myself longing for her to move faster, touch harder, but I wouldn’t say anything to break the spell to save my life. Unfortunately, the movie ended, and I was forced to act. I opened my eyes, her hand moved away from my stomach, and out of the blanket.
“Do you want to watch another movie?” I asked, with my voice only a little higher than normal.
“If you want to,” she smiled at me, one hand indicating it was all up to me.
“I like to just close my eyes and listen, you’re the one who is still watching it, I want to play what you want to watch,” I said kind of helplessly.
“I’ll just flip around on television, just come back and lay down,” she said.
“Ok, stay right there,” I said quickly.
I walked quickly into my bedroom and half closed the door. I unbuttoned my jeans, and slipped out of them. I pulled off my t-shirt and unsnapped my bra. I tossed the clothes I had taken off into my closet and walked around the bed to get my nightshirt when I heard the door open.
“Lisa-” Donna said and stopped, staring at me.
I was facing her, standing only in my panties. I blushed crimson as she looked down my body, rather openly.
“I was just going to put my nightshirt on, my bra was bugging me,” I said, still incredibly embarrassed, as she continued to look at me.
“Oh okay, I thought you might be, I don’t know, I’ll go wait in the living room,” Donna said as she lifted her eyes back to my face, and gave me a small smile.
“I’ll be right out,” I said.
When she left, I quickly found the nightshirt and pulled it on. I started to button it up, and decided to be bold, so I left them all undone except for one. I looked down at my panties and felt mortified. There was a small wet area. I must have been more excited than I thought. I pulled out a replacement pair, slipped into them in a second, and then walked back out to the living room.
My legs were freezing, and I headed straight for the blanket, where Donna was waiting. I looked up to her face, and she was smiling at me.
“Come on, get it, you must be cold,” she said softly.
I climbed in quickly, and wrapped the blanket tight around myself. Donna adjusted the pillow on her lap, and I lay down gratefully. She had found something on television to watch, I couldn’t tell, because as soon as I was settled I closed my eyes again.
I felt one of her hands reach up to my face, and gently brush the hair away from my eyes. Her hand continued to softly stroke my hair, and I murmured something happily.
She turned down the volume on the television, to almost nothing. I could hear noises coming from it, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I turned to look up at her.
“You can watch whatever you want, if you don’t want me to fall asleep on you just kick me off, I won’t mind at all,” I said earnestly.
“You’re fine, don’t worry,” she said, and her hand brushed my hair again.
I smiled up at her and opened the blanket slightly again. Her hand came down to rest on my stomach, and I rolled towards the television, holding her hand tight against my stomach.
She turned up the volume slightly, so she could hear it, and I closed my eyes. I felt her hand begin the same slow motions as before. She started to gently caress the upper region of my stomach, over my nightshirt.
I felt a fluttering in my stomach, a nervous release of sorts. It was a level of excitement that was almost foreign to me. I kept my eyes closed, and I kept my breathing steady. Certain parts of my anatomy were responding a little too enthusiastically to her touch. I envisioned kissing her, and letting her hands roam over my body. It made the sensation entirely worse, or better, depending on your viewpoint.
She wasn’t rushing, but she was moving in one direction steadily. After a few minutes of over the shirt caressing, I felt her hand slip inside of my shirt. She still had not reached upwards, towards my now obviously excited chest, but continued a slow and delicate exploration of my stomach.
To feel her fingers and nails lightly running against my bare skin was so erotic. Her touch was a hundred times more intense than what I was used to. Her hand moved slightly south, and I felt her middle finger delicately trace my belly button. When her hand began to move up, I felt my breath stutter. I continued to breathe normally, and I hoped she hadn’t heard the slight pant.
As her hand moved up my stomach, she encountered the one button I had fastened. I wondered what she would do, and then she had done it. Without disturbing my shirt, her fingers and just slipped in one quick motion, and my shirt was now unbuttoned. Her hand moving up didn’t even slow down.
As she finally made it into my chest region, she avoided my breasts. Her finger traced gently between then, not lingering on either one, merely running those damn nails delicately across my skin. I kept my eyes tightly closed, and waited.
After a minute of exploration, her hand settled down. Her fingers came to rest on my upper ribs, and her thumb now extended onto my breast. Her thumb traced the underside of it, and then her other fingers came up to cup it. She didn’t squeeze, as my other experiences had entitled me to expect, but she merely held her fingers on the skin. After a frozen minute of anticipation, one finger reached across and gently traced its way inward.
I felt the finger gently brush my nipple, and I gasped. I kept my eyes closed, and bit my tongue to keep from doing it again. She kept her other fingers gently holding my breast, and began circling my nipple with one finger. Every time she would touch my nipple, her touch would be gentle and quick.
I was nearing the brink. As pathetic as that sounds, her touch felt so amazing that I felt like I could orgasm with that alone. I must have been breathing heavier than normal, because she moved her hand away from my breast for a second, returning it to my stomach. She left her hand in place on my stomach, and I sat as still as stone, wishing that she would continue.
After a few minutes had passed, my desire to climax had ebbed, and I felt in control enough to open my eyes and talk to her. I shifted slightly and turned my face upwards instead of towards the television. After another minute of steady breathing, I opened my eyes to look up into her face.
She was looking down at me smiling. I smiled back at her, a moment of panic crossing my mind. Should I admit how I felt? Should I pretend to have been asleep? What did she think of me? I felt trapped and scared, even though I had just felt so good. Fortunately, she didn’t give me a chance to dig myself in a hole, either way I responded.
She bent down, and brought her right hand behind my neck. She lifted my head slightly up and laid her lips upon mine. I was startled and excited, and I eagerly kissed her back. She pulled slightly away from me as soon I had started returning the kiss. She toyed with me, she brought her lips back down to mine, and kissed only my lower lip, sucking it into her mouth. She released it, and then kissed my upper lip. Her tongue gently dabbing against the lip. With her hand gripping my neck she tilted me face slightly away from her, and her lips bent down farther to kiss my neck.
I sat frozen, she had tapped into that fantasy of mine. Whenever I tried to return the kiss, she would pull back, and move to kissing a different area of my face. I limply let her hold my head up, and even when she kissed me on the mouth, I tried hard not to respond. Her tongue would caress my lips, and cause me to arch in pleasure, and then she would withdraw, and lean farther down, to suck on my earlobes, or just kiss my neck.
I was once again breathing heavily, it was the most intense make out session I have ever had, or probably will ever have. As quickly as it had begun, it was over, and she had pulled back, and was looking down at me.
“Lisa, is this what you want?” Donna whispered softly.
“Yes,” I whispered back, “Please don’t stop.” I couldn’t help it, anything that made me feel that good.
“What do you want me to do?” she whispered, as she leaned closer. Her hand moved back down to my shirt, and she slipped one hand inside. Her hand now immediately found my nipple, and for the first time, she pinched it, hard, and caused me to whimper in pleasure and pain.
“Please,” I whispered again, “Just keep touching me.”
She smiled down at me, and then lowered her lips to mine. Her hand continued to caress my nipple, hard enough for me to gasp into her mouth. Her tongue was mashing against mine, in our hardest kiss yet. It was almost animal in its intensity. Her hand was relentless against my nipples, she now switched to both of them, swirling lightly, pinching gently, then pinching hard, and pressing against my chest. After three minutes of this, I felt myself nearing orgasm again.
She pulled back a little, smiling down at me. I had my legs pressed so tightly together, I kept rubbing them back and forth. She slowed her hand down, and I opened my eyes to look into her face.
“Please, I’m so close…” I whimpered.
“I know, but this is all so one sided, if I help you now, would you be willing to help me later?” she asked casually.
“Yes, just help me now.”
She smiled down at me, and moved her mouth to kiss mine. Her hand went back to caressing my chest, and then she moved her mouth down to my ear. I felt her hot breath against my skin, and her tongue gently accenting the few words she said.
“This should be fun,” Donna said confidently.
With those words, her hand moved away from my chest, and went south. My legs were pressed together; she had to push through them, while I was barely aware of what was happening. Her hand found my swollen region, and her fingers slipped under my panties instantly. Her hand pressed against my lips immediately, and I had an immediate reaction. Her thumb found my clit instantly, and I began my orgasm right then. Her ring finger and pinky began gently pressing against my entrance, slipping inside to immediately return, while her index and pointer finger gently teased my lips, while also exposing my clit for her wonderful thumb. Oh the thumb.
My orgasm just continued, while her fingers worked. She manipulated me, playing me like a puppet on a string. When she jerked her fingers, I jerked, and I loved it. It seemed to go on forever, but it couldn’t have been very long. After a few minutes of this treatment, her fingers slowed, and I was able to start breathing again. I drew in a few shuddering breaths, and my head was dead weight on her lap. I felt the waves slowly ebbing away, but I was left with a huge euphoric after glow, something which was new.
I opened my eyes and she was still smiling down at me. I smiled weakly at her, and closed my eyes again. I concentrated on returning my breathing to normal, and I heard her chuckle.
“How was that?” she said softly.
I responded with an inarticulate groan/whimper/sigh.
“It seems like you enjoyed it.” She said.
“I did, very much so,” I said, and I blushed, the implications were starting to creep into my conscious. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
“Believe it. My fingers hold evidence.” Donna held up her fingers to me, they glistened in the light. I felt rather mortified.
I struggled to sit up. She helped me, and I leaned back against the couch shakily. I blinked blearily at the television, and saw two girls making out. It was one of those commercials for the wild girl videos, but it just seemed such perfect timing. My mouth opened in shock, and I looked over at Donna. She followed my glance to the television, and then turned back to me and grinned.
“How appropriate,” she said with a smirk.
We both started laughing, and sat watching the stupid commercial. I felt giddy with release, and with relief. I didn’t feel like I had instantly become a lesbian, I didn’t feel like Donna and I were in love, it was something else. I can’t explain it, but it was a feeling of freedom.
I looked over at her casually. I began wondering about my promise to return the favor. The feeling of freedom started to flee, replaced with a feeling of nervousness. What would she want me to do? And how bad would I be at it? I turned back to the television, and felt my face grow red again.
We sat in a comfortable silence and I absorbed the implications. I took a swig of the nearly empty bottle of red wine, and then stood shakily to my feet.
“Potty break, excuse me,” I said.
After using the bathroom, I stood in the small hallway between my bedroom and the living room. I had a moment of confusion, until something took a hold of me. It wasn’t that I was consumed with lust, it was that I was consumed with a desire. A desire to reciprocate, a desire to share. I was struck with the realization that I had just had one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and the secondary realization that I had been taking, and not giving. I may not be very knowledgeable about how to please another girl, but I was consumed with a desire to try. I stepped slowly into the living room, where Donna looked up at me, that small smile tugging on her lips.
“Would you like to lie down for a while, in my bedroom? You know, we could be comfortable,” my newfound urge to please didn’t suppress my embarrassment at my forwardness, and I once again blushed bright red.
“I would like that, let me use the bathroom first, tidy myself up, or I mean, get ready for bed,” she said, with a wink.
I stood back and let her pass, but she leaned forward as she neared me. She kissed me gently, not passionately, but supportively. I hugged her, and we held each other for a minute. She then passed me, and walked into the bathroom. I walked forward into the living room and looked at the area. I picked up the wine, and put it on the kitchen counter. I grabbed the blanket that had been covering us, and I tossed it on the bed. I turned off the television, and sat down on the couch.
As I sat, I looked down at my shirt. It was still unbuttoned, and I wondered what I should do. I took a deep breath, and pulled it off. I sat there on the couch, feeling slightly cold, looking down at my body. My panties held the evidence of my earlier excitement, and after another fortifying deep breath, I stood up and pulled those off as well.
I heard the bathroom door open, but Donna did not return to the living room. I saw a light go on in my bedroom, and I called out to her that I would be in there in a second. I turned off the lights in the living room, and made my way to the bedroom. I felt my heart start to race and I approached the door. Nudity in front of other females had never bothered me, but now I was especially aware of it.
I stepped into the archway of the doorway, and took in an impressive sight. Donna was lying on my bed, clad in only a pair of purple silk panties. My mouth opened in shock, and I think hers did as well. My eyes followed her long legs, up to her small sexy panties, and up to her bare chest. Her nipples were hard, and her breasts lay flat against her chest. It was an impressive sight, and I looked up at her face, to find her surveying me just as openly.
Her eyes unabashedly took in my naked body, from head to toe. I saw her smile slightly as she met my eyes, both of us very intrigued by what we saw. I felt more exposed than sexy, although I hoped she didn’t think that way. I walked quickly to the other side of the bed, and crawled on. She rolled over to face me, and I reached up to quickly turn off the light.
We both lay in the darkness for a minute. I felt the excitement starting to build again, and for one of the very few times in the night, I took the initiative. I gently moved closer to her, and I felt her hand reach out to grab mine. I leaned forward, and kissed her gently on the lips. It was delicate, and erotic.
Her tongue danced along mine, and I felt her hand move to my neck, so I mimicked her. As we kissed, my hand traced the curvature of her neck and her shoulders. I could have continued the gentle making out session forever, but she propped herself up and moved me slightly to my back. She moved her mouth slowly off of mine, and moved it down to my neck again. Her hand reached forward and began to lightly trace my nipples. I whimpered slightly and she softly giggled. Her hands began massaging my breasts, and I felt the bed creak. In the near darkness I could see she was sitting up and moving closer to me. I looked up, wondering what she was intending.
I soon became aware, as she presented her breast to my mouth. I was shocked, and drew back at first. Once I got over being startled, I moved forward, and cupped it with my hands first. I leaned forward and kissed it softly. I heard her murmur encouragement, so I grew bold and placed my mouth around it. Her nipple was already hard, and I began to gently suck.
I was so preoccupied with this new experience that when her hands left my chest I barely noticed. She moved her hands up to my hair, and began softly stroking my head. I sucked experimentally, wondering how hard, how fast, how much tongue, ect, until I realized I was thinking about it to much, and to just go with what felt right. I flicked my tongue gently against her hard peak, to be rewarded with a soft moan from her. I experimented with biting gently with my teeth, and I heard her inhale sharply.
She held my head against her breast with one hand, and with the other began stroking my back in encouragement. After a few minutes, I switched breasts and began to fondle the nipple I had just abandoned with my free hand. I felt her hand leave my back, and I opened my eyes.
I watched as her hand reached down, between her own legs. She spread her legs slightly, and I watched as she began to rub the outside of her panties with her hand. My eyes were locked to it, and I suddenly had the desire to try that for myself. I stopped fondling her other breast, and remembering how it felt, I slowly traced my way down her stomach, until I came to her hand. She must have opened her eyes and looked down, because her hand moved up and gently grabbed my wrist.
“Are you sure you want to?” she asked in a hoarse voice.
In answer, I slid my hands down her panties and touched another girl intimately for the first time. She placed her own hand on top of mine, through her panties, and began to guide me. I wasn’t repelled, and I wasn’t enraptured, it was almost like a science experiment for me. My hand was intrigued by the moist and warm flesh it encountered. I began to gently press against areas that I knew from experience that I liked to be touched. Gently pressing my middle finger against her slit, while my palm ground softly against her clit.
She pressed her hand against mine harder, and I reached down a little lower. I slowly inserted my pointer finger into her warm entrance, and was rewarded with another little moan. After a few moments she had to lean back down against the bed, and I took control.
I pressed another finger deep inside of her, and then began a slow teasing repetitive motion. Two fingers gently probed her, while my open palm still slowly pushed against her outer lips. I found a good angle, and slowly increased my speed. I was struck with the silliest realization, which made me smile. I was fingering another girl, and not finding it weird or gross. It was just stimulation of flesh, for pleasure, and in that light, it seemed so innocent and natural.
Once I had a rhythm established with that hand, I turned my concentration back to her breasts. Dropping my mouth down to her hard nipples, I began sucking harder. She cried out, and I continued savagely. The hand that was manipulating her lower region became noticeably wetter, and I looked at her face to see it contorted in pleasure and intensity.
She opened her eyes and looked up into my face. In the dark I could see her smile.
“I’m getting close,” she said, it came out hoarse and she panted between words.
“Is there anything more I can do?” I whispered into her ear. I leaned forward and kissed her, without slowing down my fingers that were driving her to the edge.
“Faster,” she whispered.
I tried to go faster, but I was at a bad angle for anything faster. I moved down for a better view, and I realized what the problem was. I had been working under her panties, but to go faster I would have to change my arm position, so I took a breath and withdrew my fingers.
Donna cried out in disappointment and confusion, but I worked quickly. I pushed her legs together and pulled off her panties in one swift motion. Once they were off I spread her legs wide, and had my first close up view of another woman. I brought my hand quickly back to her lower lips, and gently reinserted the two fingers. She leaned back and spread her legs wider, and I stared at her sex, fascinated and intrigued.
She was lying down, and I couldn’t see her face, but I judged her to be very close indeed, by the intensity of her breathing and how warm and wet her entrance was. I was struck with inspiration and courage, and I bent down, bringing my mouth to bear. I shifted positions without disrupting my finger rhythm, and leaned forward.
I wasn’t sure what I expected, but I extended my tongue to gently lick the top of her slit. I don’t think I was very good at it, but she seemed to be satisfied. She jerked her head up, and stared down at me. She reached down with her hands and spread her lips for me, giving me better access with both my mouth and fingers. I didn’t do anything fancy, merely lapped at her clit in an eager, if inexperienced way.
My fingers increased their speed, and her body jerked. My fingers grew stickier than ever, and she cried out several times. Knowing how long a female orgasm can last, I continued the pressure on her clit. I grew experimental, starting to gently suck it, and alternate with light flicks of my tongue. She shook for several minutes, a large wet spot accumulating on my bed sheets, further encouraging me. I don’t know how many minutes passed, but when her body seemed spent, I slowed my actions down. I kissed her sex, and then altered my position, my fingers still pushing, but now I could look into her face. After a minute, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I stopped moving my fingers, and then slowly withdrew them.
She looked as happy as I had felt a while earlier. She reached up to grab my shoulder and she brought me down to her. I was a little hesitant, but then I just smiled and kissed her gently on the lips. She seemed eager to transfer the taste, and so I let her tongue enter my mouth. She surprised me even more but then cleaning my fingers, her tongue dancing delicately across them all. I lay down, and she wrapped her arms around me.
We lay still together for half an hour, neither talking, neither of us sleeping. I lay there, enjoying the sensation of being held, and assimilating my new experiences. I don’t know what she was thinking, but I know she was content. After the time had passed, she moved slightly, and I opened my eyes. She leaned over me and whispered into my ear.
“I think I owe you one now,” she whispered.
“I don’t know if I can handle anymore,” I whispered back.
“Just lie there, I’ll do all the work,” she whispered into my ear, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
“I fantasized about that,” I whispered to her, “I imagined that you would touch me, and I would pretend to be asleep, and what you would do to me…” I trailed off, unsure of why I was telling her this.
“Shh, just lie back, I’ll take care of you. Just go to sleep,” she said softly.
“I-”
“Shh, just lie back. I want to do this for you. Just go to sleep.”
I lay back carefully. I closed my eyes and felt my body start to respond. My nipples grew hard, and my lower lips began to respond as well. I was already really excited, just from the prospect of her touching me. I took a deep breath as I felt her lips touch my skin.
She started from the neck. Not lingering, and not pressing against my skin. So gently. Her lips would drop so slightly, but they would burn against my skin. The warmth would send tingles through my body. She worked her way ever so slowly against my neck. She spent time on the hollow of my collar bone, then lifted my arm up, and slowly kissed along the length of it. She turned my palm, kissing the inside and the outside, her tongue gently pressing.
I lay motionless throughout. Feeling her touch, sensing her movements, never reacting. She moved from kissing my hand to kissing my stomach, her tongue gently circling my belly button, and then moving up, just as her hand had earlier. As her gently probing tongue reached my chest, I felt her left hand gently come to rest on my thigh, just above the knee. My leg almost jerked at the slight touch, and I felt my lower lips respond in anticipation.
Her mouth kissed the entire area of my chest before stopping to spend time on my nipples. Even then, she didn’t stop to suck, she just kissed, and brushed her lips against them. Everything considered, I think the most erotic thing was how long she spent doing this. In all my previous sexual experiences, I had achieved many orgasms, I was not dissatisfied, but I had never experienced the pleasure of such an exquisite prolonged encounter. I had no idea I could be that excited, for that long.
Her hand was moving steadily up my thigh, fingers merely teasing along. They would stoke close, but never far enough up to bring me relief. I tried to lie still, but my body was having too much stimulation, and at each little kiss, at each stroke of my thigh I would tremble, anticipation building so high.
When relief did come, it was just as exquisitely slow. Her fingers reached higher, and gently cupped my sex. I pushed my hips forward, but her hand drew back, and only when I lay still, did she return her hand. Her mouth moved up to kiss my lips, and I lay still as they gently kissed me. She moved on the bed, and I felt her lift one of my legs farther apart.
She kissed my thigh, her hands delicately stroking my pubic region, not stimulating my lips, but causing my body to tremble none the less. Her mouth moved forward and I held my breath. It started with the gentlest of kisses. She did not dive right in, she merely placed her mouth softly on my lips. I was on fire, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
She kissed my sex, and thankfully she did not move her mouth away. She brought her hands down again, and pulled against my lips, spreading them, opening my budding clitoris to her waiting mouth.
Her tongue was warm and wet, and it started dabbing gently against my clit. I thought I would climax immediately, but she refused to move faster. Her tongue was moving in a slow and steady manner, and I knew any action I took would only prolong my relief. Her fingers were gently manipulating farther down and were probing against my entrance while her mouth continued to work wonders.
After several minutes of this agonizing pleasure, she slowly inserted two fingers. I was totally ready for her, and she had no problems sliding them inside of me. She moved them to exactly the right spot, that ridge of so much joy. She knew what she was doing to me, and I imagined that she was relishing in it.
I must have whimpered or something, because she finally took pity on me. After the slow torture of building excitement, when she finally increased her pace it wasn’t what I expected. Once again, I thought I would orgasm immediately, but it kept building. Her tongue was now darting against my clit, and her fingers thrusting hard against my g-spot. I think I started moaning, but the details of that exact second are beyond description.
My orgasm was mind blowing. That’s a phrase that’s been used before, and will be used again, but until that moment I had never believed it. I have no idea if it lasted for one minute or one hour, I lay on the bed crying out, and I barely understood that when I was handed a pillow I was to cover my mouth because I was being too loud. I pressed the pillow against my face and felt my body shudder. I remember the waves subsiding, and I remember my breathing coming back to normal.
Donna moved up to lie next to me on the bed, and I lay panting into her shoulder. When I had fully recovered, I looked up to her, and she bent down to kiss me. We kissed for a minute, but I was so tired I fell back down almost immediately.
“Sleep well Lisa,” she whispered into my ear.
I fell asleep entangled with her. My arms holding her close, her arms wrapped around me. I wasn’t aware when she pulled the blanket up around us, or when the sun came through the bedroom window the next morning. I slept peacefully, entwined as I was, with new possibilities and a newfound joy.
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