Jul 23

Lesbian Sex At The Gym

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As I watched, her chest heaving, her arms pumping, I thought
of other times such as this. Working in a gym, one records
certain sights and sounds. This was one such memory. She was
like many other women who worked out. A lithe muscularity, a
suppleness of youth, the beauty of Athena, she was the total
package.

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Her raven black hair, splayed all over the bench, lent
itself to a fine gossamer spider’s web. Her equally black body
suit, clung to every curve of her voluptuous, well framed body.
Be there any doubt, she was all woman.

There comes a time in every job, this one especially, when
emotion and need overcome all logic and calculation. I felt such
need. It was all encompassing. The desire to possess was
overpowering, it took up every part of my being. To delve that
deeply into every nook and cranny of one’s self is, to say the
least, unsettling.

Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice her rise from the
bench and her movement towards me. As the attendant I, among
other things, dispensed towels. Somewhere in my brain I knew
this was the reason for her approach, but it never dawned into my
consciousness. For the fleetest of moments our eyes met. Her’s,
the most beautiful shade of blue and mine, the most apparent
shade of lust. As she retrieved her towel I saw, or maybe just
imagined, a recognition in her eyes of what was so plainly
displayed on my face. There was no approval, nor dissent in this
and I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.

I watched her walk towards the dressing room. The shape of
her legs, the swaying of her hips, the way her hair matted
against her back, drove me again to distraction. She paused at
the doorway and there, I was now certain, she did look at me.
Directly at me. It must have been me because at this time, I
noticed, we were all alone. No other patrons in the gym. For
all I cared, at this point, none in the world. She then
continued into the changing area.

I paused for no more than a moment. Locking the doors this
near to closing would go unnoticed, and I proceeded to the locker
room. I deliberately slowed my pace, not wanting to seem over
anxious but no matter what I did from here on in would bely my
outward appearances.

I saw her next near the lockers, with her back to me. My
sense of purpose wavered, my resolve faltered and then, again,
those eyes. They beckoned me forward. My body was on its own.
No control could be exerted to move me in any direction except
towards her. With a barely perceptible movement she bade me to
halt. My body instantly obeyed. What would happen next was
beyond my comprehension but anything she wanted would be
welcomed. Not only welcomed but desired.

At this point, I turned my thoughts inward, and I felt the
urges building deep inside me.

Returning my attention to her, I witnessed the slow removal
of her bodice. The straps, one at a time, lifted slowly off her
shoulders to be left hanging at her sides. Her purple tank top
was all that remained to cover her up from the waist. She raised
her arms deliberately above her head in a stretch, exposing the
bottom crescents of her ample, milk coloured breasts. As with
the raising, her arms were again lowered, deliberately. The tank
top returned to its normal position, slightly hitched up on one
side, seemingly hooked up on a hard, protruding nipple.

She turned slightly and slid her thumbs inside the suit.
She pulled down without bending and wriggled the suit past her
hips. Pausing momentarily, she readjusted her tights. Then she
continued the removal. Lifting one leg, then the other she
extricated herself from the suit’s binding and let it drop to the
floor beside her.

It was then I noticed my sweaty palms and shallow breaths.
The sound of my heart was excruciatingly loud in my ears,
drowning out any possible sound from without. My face felt flush
and my stomach fluttered, all with anticipation.

She again looked at me, then lowered her gaze. My eyes
followed. She reached for her waistband and inched it downward,
past her hips and over her well shaped buttocks. She turned even
more and sat down sideways on a bench to continue the removal of
her tights. She lifted her inside leg, knee slightly bent, and
rolled the tights down to the tip of her toes. Once off, she
turned her attention to the other leg and bending down, did the
same. Sitting up, she gave me a glimpse of her dark, luscious
pubic mound.

With this, I took a tentative step towards her, only to be
halted again by those piercing blue eyes. My desire was welling
up from deep inside and I could feel that familiar and expected
wetness on the inside of my legs.

Crossing her arms in front of her body, she grabbed the
bottom of her tank top and lifted. She hesitated as her arms
reached their zenith above her head. Her breasts, two perfectly
designed orbs, were lifted by this motion. Her dark brown
nipples extended, almost to the point of impossibility, outwards.
Their elongated oval shapes forming a “v” if joined together.
Her body glowed with perspiration from the workout and looked
ready for more.

She rose from the bench and moved to a stretching mat
nearby. As she reclined, she motioned me forward so I was
standing above her and at her feet. She held one leg flat and
the other bent with one knee above the other. She was braced up
on her elbows and her long tresses covered her breasts.
My legs felt as if they could no longer hold me up and I
quivered with each heartbeat. I stared longingly all over her
body. I wanted every part of her imprinted in me. Her feel,
taste, aroma, all of her.

My eyes locked onto the movement of her legs. She started
to bend her straight leg while at the same time moving them both
outwards. With my breath caught deep in my throat, I followed
her legs up. Past her knees, to the soft flesh of her inner
thighs, with my eyes coming to rest on the most perfect vision I
had ever seen. Her mound was covered with wispy black pubic
hair, allowing the redness of her lips to show through. As I
watched, her lips parted exposing the inner folds, swollen,
scarlet and very moist. One drop of her juice glistened at the
end of a pubic hair.

Crouching, I kept my eyes on that one drop. Her scent came
up to meet me and it drew me lower. My cheek brushed against her
thigh and she let out a soft, low moan. Instinctively her legs
spread wider, her clitoris fully in sight. The soft, sensitive
nub showing underneath its hood. My mouth opened slightly and I
let out a warm breath. Her body reacted. She reached down a
hand to touch the back of my head. Her hips arched and together
with her hand she moved my mouth closer to her. I resisted
little.

The sweetness of her scent only enhanced the anticipated
taste, which in itself was exquisite. I parted her lips further
with my tongue and thrust it in deeply. Her hand gripped my head
tightly and she came up to meet me, fully. With a deep influx of
breath and a deep guttural moan she seemed to relax. My tongue
moved from deep inside her and began to trace its way up to a
place from where she couldn’t resist me. The tip of my tongue
found that place. Her body convulsed. With each flick of my
tongue her hand pushed me closer. Her breath was coming in waves
and her moans kept time with my movements. On my bottom lip I
could feel her lips twitching and the contractions were becoming
stronger and closer together. I knew then she would not last
much longer. Then it happened. Her back arched hard, her thighs
squeezed tightly against my face and she let out a combination
moan and scream. Her hands kept me close to her.

After an eternity, the waves slowly subsided. She relaxed
her grip and her breathing slowly returned to normal. I could
feel a fresh wetness between my own thighs and knew I was going
to need the same release. Almost on queue, she raised my face,
bent down and kissed me. Our tongues met and I felt little
electric shocks proceeding to my nipples and down to my clit.
She gently rolled me onto my back. Kneeling above me, she pulled
my polo shirt from my shorts. Raising my back, I let her pull my
shirt over my head. She reached for the clasp in the front of my
bra and undid it. My bra popped open and in that instant, she
bent over and put one nipple in her warm mouth. The first moan
escaped from my throat. I kicked off my sneakers as she lowered
herself to my stomach, placing little butterfly kisses along the
way. She moved to my feet, grabbed the waist band of my shorts
and panties and in one motion, removed them.

I was so impatient, I lifted my ankles to her back and
pulled her down. The heat I felt was unbearable. I needed her
now. Almost unexpectedly her mouth was upon me. I reached down
and spread myself with my fingers so she could get right to my
clit. I bit my upper lip when she first touched it. That caused
me to tighten all my muscles. As she continued, I felt her first
insert one, then two fingers deep inside of me. She rubbed
gently inside and then faster and harder until she hit that
magical spot. The feel of her tongue on my clit and her fingers
on my g-spot was more than I could handle. With one final thrust
of her fingers, I exploded. All of my heat seemed to transfer
straight to my groin, my hole body tensed as if it was one muscle
and then the convulsions came. Wave after wave rushed over me.
Each a little gentler than the last, until I finally laid there
spent and unmoving. Just as quickly as it ended, she was beside
me and we embraced, softly kissing each other and breathing
headily of our sex.

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I awoke later, how long I don’t know. She was gone and I
was alone. The experience was fresh in my mind. I had gotten the
imprinting of her I had wanted, needed and now it was a memory.
We didn’t speak a single word but we had shared everything. It
was at that thought, I then realized, I would never know her
name.

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Jul 23

Lesbian Best Friends

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I’ve been married for quite a few years now. Like some other couples, my husband started to loose his sexual interest in me.

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He took on a second job, and I was often left alone in the evenings.  The times we were together, he always seemed to find an excuse not to have sex with me.  In the beginning I was very frustrated and tried just about everything to get him into our bed, but finally I grew accustomed to this lifestyle, and I learned to live with it.

At work I had a colleague who over the times became a good friend.  We talked a lot and she seemed to have the same problem, her husband being a successful businessman, being away from home very often.  We found that we shared the same interests and

decided to become members of the local tennis club.

In the summertime, we would go about twice a week to the club, and enjoy each other’s company, playing tennis and chatting in the bar.  Inn wintertime, the tennis courts are closed, so we decided to go to a fitness club to keep in shape.

At first we went to a sports store to buy some proper clothing.

We took an afternoon of and drove out to the shop.

I let my friend talk m e in to fit a black body suit.  It seemed to me I never would fit into it, but she insisted on me trying it on as she was going to fit the same model in white, we disappeared in the fitting rooms at the back of the store.

The suit was very high cut out over the hips and the back and front didn’t cover very much either.  As I still was trying to get into it, my friend suddenly pushed her head in and asked me to look her over.  I nervously quickly managed to pull the straps over my shoulders and I’m sure I blushed. She commented I looked very sexy and came in with me.  I am of a shy nature and I hesitated to turn around when she asked me so. It is kind of hard to see how it really fits you, she sad, if you don’t remove your underwear.  As I turned around, I saw her body for the first time from so up close and I couldn’t help myself gazing at her firm round breasts,tightly caught in the suit, showing virtually through the white cloth.  Her tall naked legs ended up to where the bodysuit merely covered her small shaven vagina.  We both kept silent for a moment, not trying to show our excitement.  With a little tremble in my voice I told her she looked magnificent and asked her to turn around.  When she did so she lifted both her arms to hold her long brown hair up, and I couldn’t resist to touch her to straighten the straps on her back. Doing so,it was like an electric shock, running from the tips of my fingers down to my already moist pussy when I caressed her soft skin. Do you think we should buy these? I sad, it doesn’t cover us much,isn’t it? She slowly turned to me and with a naughty grin on her face she replied : I even think it still covers too much ! Here let me help you, she sad.  Gently, she moved the straps of my bra down which I had kept on

You see, that already looks a lot better, she sad.  She slid her hands down and grabbed the sides of my shorts.  Gently she started pulling them up, sliding back and forth over the edges and I felt her fingertips slightly touch the sides of my vagina

I sensed the warmth of her glowing body against mine as we were loosing ourselves, surrendering to each other.  Suddenly the shopkeeper’s voice brought us back into reality asking us if we would like to try on some other models.  No that’s o. k; miss, my friend replied, I think we both decided to buy just these two, and she knotted her head into my direction.  We immediately took off to the gym

We arrived early in the afternoon and were welcomed by the manager’s wife.  Since this was our first visit, she showed us around and offered us a drink at the bar.  After a few glasses of wine we went to put on our new outfits.  I still was feeling very horny.  We entered a big room, in the center stood a long row of lockers, designed as a community dresser, were at the sides were a number of private cabins.  I went to open a cabin door, when my friend grabbed my arm and sad : come on, there is nobody else but us two in here, you’re not shy,? Are you?

I didn’t want to admit it, so I agreed.  She obviously made no problem out of it and quickly undressed completely, were I still, slowly took of my clothes, trying to hide my body as much I could.  She didn’t bother to put on her bodysuit, and ran around the room fixing her hair in front of a mirror.  After I dropped my bra and shorts I wanted to step quickly into mine, but somehow I stumbled and fell on the ground completely naked and embarrassed.  She came running towards me and tried to help me back on my feet

So there I was, naked and helpless, flat-out on my back.  My friend kneeled beside me, her voluptuous breasts hanging over my face, wiggling her soft round nipples just a few inches away from my mouth.

I don’t know if it was the wine that encouraged me, but suddenly I pushed her arm from under her and made her body drop on me.  She was so surprised, she screamed, but did nothing to avoid my lips touching her wet mouth.  Our lips started caressing and she gradually pushed her tongue into my mouth.

Just like mine, I could feel her dripping hot vaginal juices on my legs while I rubbed her cunt with my leg.  We moved our tits to press hard against each others, exciting us, feeling our trembling, hot bodies together.  Then we slowly got up.

As we stood facing each other, my friend placed her mouth deep into my neck and I sensed her hot horny breath.  She took my hand and led it down to her slimy hot pussy.  For a while she guided my hand up and down her cunt, then she selected one finger and made me enter her, forcing my finger in, deeper and deeper.  She slightly bend her knees and made me press on her hard round ass, while she moved it back and forth.  I felt my finger slide in and out inside her hot lustful vagina, while she moaned of pleasure and excitement.  Turning our bodies made our nipples touch.  I was so aroused and hot I on my turn took her hand and impatiently slid her fingers into my red hot vulva.  I pulled back on her hair, and once again we licked and kissed, running our tongues in each others mouths Our hips and asses began to push faster and harder, fingering our clits.

Breathing heavier,, continuously masturbating we climaxed, our juices running down our legs.

Totally exhausted and equally satisfied, we dropped on a bench

alongside the wall.  Smiling, sweetly kissing each other, caressing each others face, we suddenly were disturbed by a bunch of teens and their teacher, entering the room.

Surprised and embarrassed, we jumped up and grabbed to whatever clothing was in our reach.  The kids and their teacher though, paid no attention to us, and they all started undressing.  We put on our outfit and made our way to the fitness room.  We still weren’t satisfied.  After all, we had been without sex for so long, it seemed we’d had to catch up for all those years. My friend positioned herself opposite to me on her back and started exercising.  She opened her legs wide, lifting her knees.  The bodysuit crimped down her vagina, revealing just a little bit more of her delightful small, shaven pussy Every move, made the cloth press harder and deeper onto her small swollen clit

I stood over her, watching her excitement, intoxicating me,to the point I started pulling up the cloth of my suit as high as possible between my legs.  I could feel my tits wanting to pop out of my skin and my nipples became rock hard We both looked at each other and without speaking, made our way back to the dressing room, passing the kids in the hallway.  We jumped into our clothes and headed towards my house, were we spent all afternoon and night, naked, making love till dawn.

Although we do not consider ourselves as lesbians, we since then practically live together.  Our husbands do not seem to mind at all.  It even suits them fine this way we think, they regained some of their liberties back, coming and going as they please.  For most of the time now my friend stays over at my house, since her husband is mostly away at night to.  In the beginning we used to sleep together in the guest room, but ; my husband proposed himself, we’d take the master bedroom.

Oh yes, occasionally I let him fuck me, and I must say, on the rare occasions he feels like it I still enjoy his warm dick in my pussy.  My friends husband though rarely comes home.

I caught my husband often to peep in on us while we are together, he says it has always been one of his fantasies

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Jul 23

Us Lesbians Need to Stick Together

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We were sitting in her study. The wind was howling around the house, but it was warm. The fire threw shadows across her long, chestnut hair, as she sat on the large, comfortable settee. I was standing by the fire, allowing it to warm my back, and I could see that she had nothing on underneath her cream silk blouse. The short chocolate colored skirt had ridden up around her thighs, and the tops of stockings peeped tantalizingly from under the hem. As I grew warmer, I drank the cold white wine faster, and then went for a top up, from the bottle sat on the table next to her. She held out her glass, and I filled it, then filled mine. I don’t know what happened next, but somehow I find I’ve spilt the wine on her silk shirt. I can see the dark hard nipple, clearly visible through the wet blouse, and I can’t help myself, I bend down, and take it into my mouth, sucking the wine from her blouse and sucking too, the increasingly hard nipple. I expect her to brush me away in horror, but instead I feel her hand creeping up my thigh, sliding to the bottom of the zip of the leather jeans I’m wearing. The fingers are light and fluttery, driving me mad! I take my mouth away from her nipple, and look into her eyes. I see ‘yes’ written there, so I put down the wine and place my lips on hers, softly at first, then harder. All of a sudden we are locked in a passionate embrace. The silk rips easily as I pull it from her, the buttons flying in all directions, and her pic2flesh, golden in the firelight, awaits my eager tongue.

I lap at her skin, tasting the wine and tasting her, while she pulls at the zip of my jeans. I move slightly to assist her, then tug at the zip of her skirt. We stand up, and the jeans, skirt, and rags, which were her blouse, fall to the floor. Neither she nor I are wearing underwear, and as she pulls my T-shirt over my head, my nipples stand proud and waiting. Her fingers find my tits and stroke them softly. I thrust them closer to   her, and she squeezes them.. I moan, and I feel the heat building up. I push her to the floor, and the soft fur rug tickles my legs as I lay on top of her. My tits hang down and press against hers, the nipples rubbing together. She opens her legs, and I feel the heat from her cunt touching mine. With my mouth on hers, I slide my hand down between us. Her clit jumps at my touch, and it is SO hard. I rub it and she trembles. Taking my mouth from hers, I start to lick my way down her body. Her big tits fill up my mouth, then I move down, sucking, licking, till I bury my face in her hot cunt. I flick my tongue across her clit, then bury my face in her cunt, and her juices fill my mouth as she comes. I put my fingers in her moist hole, and suck her clit. She writhes and moans, and her muscles squeeze my fingers. I move one finger backwards until it presses against the tight hole of her arse. The juices flowing from her cunt run down, and my wet finger slides into her arse. I twist it slowly, and she goes wild! She thrusts her hips up to meet my face, and I take her, fucking her, sucking her, in a heated frenzy. I can feel my own juices running down my thighs, soaking the rug. I lift my face from her, then move round so that we are locked together, legs entwined, clit against clit. She sits up, and supports herself with one hand, squeezes my tits with the other. We rub our cunts together, and they are so wet and slippery. Then I can’t help myself. I come all over her cunt. She pulls away, and moves down between my legs. She starts to eat me, and I’m coming again, filling her mouth, and she sucks at my cunt, drinking it all. I seem to keep coming and coming, while she fucks both my holes with her fingers and tongue, until, spent, she pulls away, and we lay back on the rug, exhausted, and fall asleep.When we awake, she leads me to the shower. But that’s another story….

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Jul 23

Wendy the Baby Penis Clit Lesbian

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Wendy and I have been friends forever, having lived a few houses apart since we were 8. Our birthdays are only 3 days apart, so naturally co-parties seemed a natural to our parents, who have played bridge together every Wednesday for years.

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We’ve always gone to the same schools and known the same kids. Our families are close, so we go on vacations together a lot, too. And of course, we always spend Wednesday evenings together, wherever the bridge party isn’t. Anyway, being so close we seem to have matured together, as well: we seemed to start growing breasts around the same time, we both started our periods within the same month, stuff like that. It’s been really convenient for sharing clothes, since we’re close to the same size, too. Wendy’s boobs are a little longer than mine, but mine are rounder.

Probably the neatest thing is we’ve had each other to lean on for the emotional changes in becoming women. We consider ourselves to be women, starting high school and all, people maturing so much faster that they used to. Wendy, of course, is more strident than me. I call it strident. Like, when we were about nine, a lady down the street thought Wendy had taken something from her yard and spread a rumor. Of course Wendy hadn’t, and when she heard about the rumor, she marched right down there, knocked on the lady’s door, and told her what for! And only nine years old. I was so proud, since I could never have done that, especially to an adult and all.

Then there was the time she went on “a date” when she was 14 with Warren and he decided he should give her a hicky to prove to the other guys that he had been alone with her. She decided right then that she wasn’t going out with another boy till she was at least 20 since they were too immature, biting and all. I agreed, though never as firmly as Wendy, and we vowed to not date boys ‘till we turned twenty, ages from now.

Just a couple weeks ago, Wendy made another grand decision: bras are the invention of men and she isn’t going to wear one ever again. We were at her house after school today when she told me. She was changing her clothes, we’ve never been shy around each other that way, like sisters, and she took her blouse off and I was surprised she had no bra on, her boobs just, well, out there. She was so proud as she announced her decision to me, but I laughed till I almost cried when I saw the bandaids on her nipples. She said that was so the boys couldn’t tell she was bare underneath and make fun. I was rolling on the bed, I almost couldn’t breath, when she tried to take the bandaids off and was jumping all around ‘cause they were sticking so, pulling on her tender skin. Wendy is really pale and I think pale skin in more tender than darker skin like mine. I’m not like black or anything, but darker than Wendy. Anyway, her poor little boobs were all itchy from the bandaids for an hour. I said she should maybe wear a halter, or a tube, or maybe a tank-top under her blouse instead of using bandaids.

“That’s a great idea,” she said, rubbing the ends of her breasts . “Feel how raw my poor titties are,” she pouted, leaning toward me. I didn’t move, not sure what to do. We had touched each other when we were younger, like kids do, and spent time comparing our breast sizes as they grew, and examining how I had a little thicker pubic hair than Wendy’s as that came in, but not lately, not since we’d “grown up”.

She saw my hesitation. “Don’t worry, one touch won’t make you a lesbian or anything,” she joked. “And they won’t bite, like boys do.” She really hated hickies with a passion ever since that time with Warren. I carefully reached out a fingertip and touched the now pink skin near the end of her breast, sliding in a circle, ever smaller till I ran off the end of her nipple.

“Ooo, that feels different than when I do it,” she smiled. “I play with my nipples sometimes, to see how excited I can get, you know? But when you touch me, it’s a lot more exciting.” We had talked before about how sensitive our breasts were when touched, back when they where just getting going, but that had been a couple years ago probably. I thought it was neat how we could talk about everything together.

“You ought to go without a bra, Laura, at least sometimes. It feels really neat: free and loose. And, of course, sometimes your blouse will rub just right and feel sooo sexy. Of course, it can be distracting in the middle of class.” We laughed and then joked about getting excited in old Mr. Hickson’s history class.

“I don’t think I could get excited in his class even if my hands were on my boobs the whole time” I blurted out.

“You just don’t have the right technique, girl,” she said as she jumped to the bed. Then very secretly “I got some good advice from this book my mom has. I found it way up on the shelf in her closet, and it has pictures and lots of ideas. I tried several different ways till I found this one that feels sooo good. Then she continued more matter of factly, “I was looking for condoms cause mom keeps saying she won’t get pregnant again, but I hear them making it in there every once in a while. They wait till late when they think I’m asleep. Do you masterbate, I mean since we lost our virginity?”

Technically, neither of us were virgins anymore. But that’s another story, one we again went through together. I was glad to get the subject off of her parents, though, a picture I didn’t want in my head. But shifting to me was uncomfortable too.

“Sometimes,” I admitted. “It feels funny, a nice funny. But maybe you’re right. It probably depends on how you do it.”

“Well, I’ll show you the book tonight,” then she brought her hand up to my chin, “and maybe show you a thing or two,” she offered as she caressed my cheek.

pic”I bet you can, too.” I grabbed her hand in mine. “I bet you do it every night, don’t you?” I said smiling.

“Well, I only found the book last Friday.” And we both laughed.

The game was at my parents’ house, so we would have pizza at Wendy’s. I went home and tried not to think about tonight, or not let on to Mom that I was pre-occupied with it so she’d start asking what was on my mind. I loved her being concerned, but I was more grown than she new, and thought about things she would say “should wait till I was older”. I went down to Wendy’s just before dark, passing her folks coming to my house. They were holding hands like kids. The image of them in bed, her mom’s feet in the air, yelling oh baby! flooded my mind, and I was sure I blushed as we passed. They told me to hurry cause Wendy was waiting, they wouldn’t be too late, maybe 10:30 or 11:00 as usual.

Wendy let me in wearing her summer pajamas, pink shorties with a lacy thin top. Her boobs were apparent beneath the thin material. For some reason, I noticed them more after our talk this afternoon. Then she noticed me noticing, and struck a sway-back, push-em out pose, swaying her chest back and forth. “Like what you see, lady?”

“You tease. I just didn’t expect to see you in pajamas so early. Going to bed soon?”

She laughed her ‘I’m so sexy’ laugh. “We’ll see.”

We had pizza and sodas while watching some TV. Then Wendy left the room for a few minutes, I assumed in the bathroom, but she came back with her mom’s book she had mentioned this afternoon, “Loving Me, Loving You” it was called.

“I’ll clean up this stuff,” she said waving at the paper plates and napkins, “while you go get some pj’s on. Then I’ll show you the book.”

“I didn’t bring any pj’s,” I admitted. “I didn’t know I was spending the night. Can I borrow?” “Sure, you know where they are,” she said with a sweet smile. I really like Wendy. I ran up to her room and rummaged through her jama drawer, grabbing a pair of summer-light pajamas, shorties like Wendy’s, only yellow. I slipped out of my clothes, pausing to view myself in the mirror on the back of her door. I am thin, but athletic from the soccer we still play. My waist is longer than Wendy’s, but just as small, rounding to nice adolescent hips. I turned this way, then that, thinking I was probably sexy looking. Then trotted down stairs. I remembered what she had said about feeling loose and free without a bra and thought that was probably true, conscious now of my nipples rubbing inside the borrowed top.

We sat close together against the couch, as though we were watching a scary movie and each needed the comfort of the other. The book was all about a woman’s body and how to get yourself sexually excited. It was a woman alone at first, showing large color pictures just where everything was, and how it all worked, and how to stimulate your breasts, the most tender sensitive spots on a woman’s body, how to arouse yourself. Wendy pointed out the ways she had already tried. I was silent, feeling inexperienced, but definitely interested.

Later in the book it showed two women together, doing what the one had done for herself earlier, then going further. Wendy said this was where she had gotten her details about oral sex. Why did she need that kind of information, I wondered? I was entranced, though. I had heard of women together, but never imagined what I saw in these pages, in graphic color. The sensitive touching all over, the kissing, full on the lips, then with tongues, breasts being fondled, nipples being licked and kissed and sucked. I could feel my own body getting aroused, though it was new to me, in this way, beyond anything I had done in my own self-exploration. We turned the pages slowly, only murmuring at what we saw, though I could feel Wendy occasionally glancing toward me. She stopped for a long time on one page of photos, one woman spreading the other’s labia apart and putting her tongue into her, licking her clitoris as it got so big it looked like a baby penis, but more buried sort of, then pulling it with her lips, sucking it. There were other positions too, more than I can remember. I was almost overwhelmed by this new experience, intrigued, yet apprehensive. These women made it seem so loving, there looks were genuine and really seemed like they were lost in their senses, not like the stage bunnies in my dad’s Hustler in the garage. I surprised myself as I half imagined Wendy and myself in those pictures, holding each other, loving each other.

“I couldn’t show this to anyone else, you know,” Wendy looked at me with a warm, loving look. “I saw these women the first time and thought of you. Not old or anything like that” she smiled again, “and I am not proposing marriage or anything. But you know how close we are, how we can touch each other without worrying about it like most girls. I don’t know, I just thought of you.” I didn’t know what to say. I could see her emotions were very high, she was actually flushing, her cheeks and lips getting redder. I put my hand on her shoulder and admitted I was just thinking the same thing about her and I. Suddenly, she leaned toward me, and slowly, watching my eyes for permission, brought her lips close to mine. She looked at my lips, my mouth, my nose, then into my eyes again. She must have seen the submission I was feeling as she brought her lips to mine.

As we touched, I was surprised that I wasn’t nervous at all. I could tell Wendy felt the same, that for us this was ok, natural. I knew her lips would be soft. I mean, lips are always soft aren’t they? But this was really my first loving kiss, not a Mom or Dad kiss, not a congratulations girlfriend kiss. But a warm sensuous, loving sexy kiss. Wendy pulled away, and as we looked at each other, we smiled happily. As she leaned toward me again, I ran my tongue over my lips to moisten them, Wendy hesitated and smiled as I did it. Then we moved together, meeting lightly at first. She turned her torso slightly to face me as I leaned back on the foot of the couch.

We didn’t need to speak at all as we anticipated each others moves. Wendy steadied herself with one arm to the floor, her other hand rising to my cheek, while my hands reached out to circle her waist. When our lips came together again, they seemed to blend into one another, melting together as they spread open. My tongue was the first to emerge, I think surprising us both. I brushed past Wendy’s lips, then retreated, then meeting her eyes, returned further, sliding easily into her waiting mouth. I found her own tongue, gliding over it slowly, then around it. Our eyes met again as I pulled it out past her lips, Wendy chasing my tongue with hers. My eyes drifted closed as she spread her mouth over mine and I let her warmness dive deeply into me. I could sense our wetness blending as she searched excitedly over my soft wet inner skin. Then I playfully pulled her warm member in with a little sucking tug, nearly capturing her tongue. She sort of giggled, a funny sound without a tongue to help. We both couldn’t help but laugh at that.

After she calmed down, she looked at me more seriously. “It feels good kissing you. I wasn’t sure how it would be, kissing a girl and all, but I like it fine with you.” We both agreed it made us feel closer, more than friends. She described the sensation stirring in her breasts and vagina, a sort of tingling. I realized my hand was still at her side, my fingers idly skimming her ribs beneath her top. I raised my target slowly, finding the outer swell of her breast, circling below it towards her chest, the swelling increasing only slightly since gravity had little effect on her youngness. I rubbed the underside of her boob, slowly working up toward the tip, but before I got there she kind of shivered, sitting up straighter, but moving into my hand. Our eyes locked as I found her nipple, grasping it between my thumb and finger, massaging it gently. Her face came nearer, her lips drifted to my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my mouth. Her hand outside her nighty covered mine within, applying more pressure.

“I think we should take this book upstairs,” she whispered, her mouth still against mine. “See what’s in there for us.”

“Mmm,” I mumbled through her lips. “Before your folks come home.” She drew away and glanced at the clock. Not quite 8 p.m. “Lots of time,” she said, then hopped up quickly, reaching down for my hand. I grasped her fingers and rose myself, and we headed for the stairs, one of her hands grasping mine, the other clutching the book. Wendy trotted ahead of me up the stairs. I noticed her tight little buns, how firmly they bounced, the slight sway to her hips. I had noticed these things before, but not with the same feelings, wanting to touch her, hold her. As she reached the top of the stairs she turned, backing toward her room, and grasped the bottom edge of her shortie top, beaming at me, then in one quick motion pulled it over her head and off, her eyelids drooping to a dreamy, sexy look. “Come into my boudoir,” she said, trying her best French accent. I made a little purring, growing sound as I ran toward her.

“Aaa!” she squealed, turning to run into her room. I followed on her heels, then “Wait!” she commanded as I got close, turning towards me. “You have to strip for me. Do a sexy dance.” She was being very commanding all of a sudden. I turned my head slightly, a sly smile on my lips, then began rocking my hips back and forth, seductively sliding my hands over my own breasts, then working my top upwards, slowly uncovering myself , then my top was over my head. Wendy “Ooo’d” and “Aaah’d”, flopping back onto the bed. I turned my back to her and continued moving my hips, bending at the waist, pushing my butt toward her as my fingers caught the edge of my pj bottoms and slowly eased them downward, exposing the top of my crack, then my cheeks. I bent my knees, squatting to the floor, pulling the pjs to my ankles, then straightened my knees quickly, leaving my hands and pjs on the floor, my nude butt staring at her.

“Yes!” She shouted. “I thought you were the shy one.”

I turned to face her as I stepped out of the discarded pajamas, fully nude before her. I had been at least partially nude in Wendy’s presence lots of times before, but I couldn’t remember being totally nude with her, not with these feelings, these desires. “Maybe love is making me crazy,” I countered as I moved toward her. “Love is not shy. Now, where is that book.”

She giggled. “I don’t need it for step one,” she offered. “Now lie here while I see how hard those nipples will get.” They were getting harder already, I thought, as I obeyed her and slide onto the bed. First I lay length wise, as I would to sleep, but she pulled my legs around to the edge of the bed, my butt barely on the surface, legs dangling over the edge. As she moved between my legs, I pulled my feet up onto the edge of the bed, Wendy spreading my knees to give her more room. She leaned over me, her hands sliding down my legs, first to my tummy, then up my sides to coax my arms up over my head, then slowly ran her fingers down through my tender underarms. I shivered as her touch began to re-awaken the sensations I’d felt downstairs. She fixed her attention on my breasts, her fingers gently circling them from base to tip, sending lightning up my spine. My eyes closed, I bite my lower lip, her hands covered me now, rubbing, kneading my soft flesh. I lowered my chin so I could see as she bent further, her lips spreading over my right nipple, the entire end of my breast disappearing into her mouth. I threw my head back again as I arched my back to meet her. She rubbed and nibbled hungrily, my nipple hardening and growing under her caressing. She sucked the dark nubbin upward, then let it escape her mouth, only to retrieved it again, and again. She worked the other nipple with her finger and thumb until she attacked it with her lips and tongue. No one had ever felt my breasts like this, certainly not with this sexual intent, and it was driving me wild.

She continued to nibble at my nipples as her hands slowly traced a path down my sides, back and forth around my waist, to my hips, down my thighs and back up to my waist, then down over my tummy to where my legs joined my abdomen. Her fingers slide down the creases where my thighs spread out, sliding to my crotch. She gently pushed my legs apart further as her mouth and tongue left my breasts, moving down my ribs, pausing to explore my navel. I lifted my head to watch as she licked her way past my tan line to my pubic hair, then grabbed it in her lips playfully. I smiled at her weakly, lowering my arms so I could reach out to her, to brush her cheeks with my fingers. She smiled up at me as she continued down my muff, her tongue slipping out to moisten my hair, playing at the top of my slit. “Oh Wendy,” I moaned. “Keep going,” I begged.

“You smell like you just had a shower,” she commented as she worked lower. I could only nod. She worked her tongue between my labia, spreading the lips, sliding up and down between me. “Oh!” I moaned louder as she came to rest just above my vagina, searching for and finding my clitoris. She worked the tip of her tongue like a finger, or a penis I thought, flicking and rubbing my clit, my hips beginning to rock, my whole stomach and abdomen contracting involuntarily to pull my crotch up to her face. My hands tugged her head closer to me. Then she spread her tongue down through my slit and back up, then slowly worked at the entrance to my vagina. The tip of her tongue just slightly penetrated me, then retreated, then pushed into me further. I felt like my whole body was burning, my vagina was starting to contract, then she pushed her tongue into me deeply, her face pushing against me hard. Suddenly I felt her sliding a finger into me, her tongue moving back to my clit. My body shuddered as she massaged upwards on my vagina, finding the tender base of my clit, sucking the end. Now two fingers were sliding in and out of me, fully up to her knuckles, first rubbing the top, then the bottom, reaching into me, spreading me. I could feel my pussy squeezing her fingers tightly as she reached for my cervex, her lips pulling my clitoris into her mouth. My mind was reeling, my body churning against Wendy’s face and hands. My vagina was pinching her fingers now, my hips rocking. I couldn’t control myself as I forced her face into me, all the muscles between my stomach and my knees it seemed were contracting. I was in a daze for what seemed like several minutes, I don’t know. Slowly, my body began to relax. I realized I was very wet down there, and Wendy continued to lick at me, almost lapping at my pussy. I was helpless, collapsed on the bed, as she began to nibble my clitoris again. It was so sensitive, my hips twitched with each touch of her tongue. Finally, she raised her face to mine, her mouth and chin smeared with my juices. She lay her breasts against mine as she brought her lips to my lips, her tongue to my tongue. I tasted my vagina as Wendy had done, from her mouth. I pressed my face to hers, sucking her tongue, pulling her into me, holding her close to me. We lay there for several minutes, holding each other, before I regained my composure, before my body would relax. “Wendy,’ I said, “I can’t believe it. I…..I couldn’t think….your tongue and fingers….God I couldn’t move.” She kissed my nose.

“Pretty good huh? I can’t believe how tight you got. My fingers were trapped there for a while,” she whispered, her hand gently touching my cheek, then brushing a wisp of hair from my forehead. “Very strong muscles down there girl.”

“I had no idea what it would be like. You hit all the right spots, that’s for sure,” I smiled dreamily at her. “You really attacked my pussy, girl. It’s all over you face,” I said as my fingered wiped a moist spot from her chin.

“Yours too.” she laughed. Then we kissed again, softly, emotionally.

“I want to do it to you,” I said to Wendy as she started to raise off of me. I wasn’t sure I could do what she had done, I couldn’t believe I was even thinking about doing it, but I wanted to try. I wanted to please her as she had me.

“Let’s rinse off some first,” she said, running her tongue over her lips, moving toward the bathroom. I could feel my climax leaving me, my exhilaration waning. I hoped I could keep my courage up to be as sexual, as uninhibited, as Wendy had. I felt like I had just gone along, riding the wave of emotion and physical pleasure she had given me, not really making a decision to make love like that. Now I wanted to make the decision to do it. With Wendy.

When I heard the shower going, I slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Wendy was just stepping into the tub as I came in. I watched her firm butt tighten as she tested the stream of water. Then she danced into the water with a squeal. “Ooo! It’s cold!” Her firm breasts jiggled as she bounced and turned under the spray, the light glistening off her wet skin. I sat down on the toilet to pee, and I just watched as she rinsed her head and face, then raised her arms and turned again to rinse each underarm. She squeezed out some liquid soap and began lathering herself, starting at her shoulders, moving through her underarms, around her sides and over her boobs. She seemed to linger there several moments, rubbing them, massaging her nipples, then moved down her front to her tummy, then her abdomen. She got more soap as she raised one leg to the edge of the tub, spreading her crotch. Her soapy hands dove between her legs, the one in front lathering her muff and inner thighs, the other going behind to her cheeks. She ran her fingers between her cheeks, pausing at her asshole to cleanse it thoroughly. Suddenly I looked up to her face and saw she was watching me watching her, and I blushed.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked with a smile.

I wiped myself, then stood by the sliding door. “It feels kinda funny, but yes, I am,” I admitted. She was rinsing herself as I joined her in the tub, feeling the cold water splashing on me. “Ooo, it is cold.” She smoothed her hair back as she stepped out of the stream toward me. “You’ll get used to it quick. It’ll make your nipples hard though,” she said, looking down at her own, flicking one with a fingertip. I could see they were really extended, bigger than usual. I watched as her hand came up to my chin, meeting her eyes as she gently slide across my cheek, to my neck and pulled my face to hers. Her lips were cool as they met mine. My eyes closed as our bodies came together, my arms instinctively circling her waist, our breasts pressing together. I could feel her hard wet nipples against me. She pulled her head back to look at me, our eyes meeting, a smile on her lips. Then her tongue slide out to touch the end of my nose, making me giggle, then she flicked it at my lips, and I nipped at it in fun. She moved close to me again and pushed her tongue between my lips, and I welcomed her warmness as it slide between my lips, and I sucked it deep within, her lips spreading over mine. Wendy began rubbing her chest against me, our breasts mashing together, her nipples occasionally moving against mine. I could feel my excitement growing again. She pulled her face away. “You get finished while I look through the book for something exciting for you to do to my squeeky clean body,” then she gave me a quick kiss and slipped out of the shower. I jumped into the cold water and rinsed myself quickly. I had taken a shower before I came over, but spent time washing my crotch anyway. I wondered what Wendy would come up with for me to do. I was still in wonder at what we were doing tonight, and surprised how much I was enjoying it. The feelings of guilt I had expected had melted away, along with my vanity. I had allowed Wendy to touch me everywhere, my most private areas, exploring me with erotic abandon, and loved it. I was actually excited just thinking about doing the same to Wendy. I was a little apprehensive, maybe, but very willing. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack.

I dried myself as I walked back into the bedroom. Wendy was flipping through her mother’s book as I approached.

“Hmmm,” she murmured. “This looks really nasty, erotic. I’d feel really exposed in that position, I think.” I looked over her shoulder at a picture of two women on a bed, one with her back against the headboard. The other woman was laying on the bed in the opposite direction, pillows piled under her butt to raise it in the air, one leg stretched up the wall, the other bent at the hip back toward her head. She was sort of resting on her shoulders, her crotch spread upwards before the other woman’s face. The first woman was looking down on the other’s crotch, one arm around the other’s hips, her other hand at the woman’s vagina, spreading her labia so her tongue could enter her. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“Talk about full access, huh?” Wendy smiled at me. “That’s what I want you to do, till I scream in ecstasy. Will you?” She looked at me excitedly. I was amazed at her abandon. She would be not just nude, not just showing her pussy to me, but presenting it like a drinking fountain.

“Gosh”, I said. “I guess so. I haven’t ever played with someone else like this, you know. So I’ll be guessing some.”

“What I did to you felt good, right?” She responded, encouragingly. “Just massage my clit and vagina like I did. You’ll do fine. God, I’m half excited already just looking at this picture. Let me get some more pillows.” She was up like a shot, trotting to the hall linen closet. I watched her thin athletic body prancing through the house, getting excited myself. Then she was back with two more pillows. She piled them on her own pillow, then climbed onto the bed, feet toward the headboard, raising her rear-end into the air on top of the pile of pillows. As she slide closer to the headboard, raising herself higher she turned her head to me, and reached out to my hand, coaxing me onto the bed. “Come on”, she smiled. I crawled to her side on my hands and knees, then bent over her face, kissing her cheeks, her nose, her lips. My hand went to her breasts, massaging then firmly. She responded with moans of pleasure as I rubbed a nipple between my fingers. Then I kissed my way down her neck, to her chest, and attacked her breasts with my mouth. I wanted to be gentle, but she told me “harder, harder.” When her nipples were very hard, I moved to give her another long, deep kiss, forcing my tongue deeply into her mouth. I could tell she was getting excited now, pulling on my tongue with her lips, grabbing my boobs as I slide my right hand up to her crotch. I rubbed her muff firmly, then spread my fingers over her vagina and slide back and forth from her muff to her cheeks, feeling ever inch of her most private areas. Then I pulled my tongue out of her mouth and rose up, moving to the head of the bed. I positioned myself so I could lean over her crotch, between her spread legs. Her pussy was wide open to me, every feature exposed and turned up to me. I slowly fingered her pubic hair, sliding down to her labia, spreading them as I had watched her do to me. Her clitoris was there for me. I slowly ran my finger between her folds as my face closed on her clit. I could smell her first, a clean washed smell from the shower, along with her womanly fragrance. Then I tasted her, as my tongue reached out and landed, I felt a rush of feeling flood through me. I was fully engrossed in exploring Wendy, feeling her, tasting her.

I licked her clit, then her pussy, then nearly to her ass, then back again to her vagina. She was moaning now, her hand found my thigh and was gripping me. I nibbled her clit for a few moments, feeling it firm under my tongue, seeing it grow. Then I slowly pushed my warm soft tongue into her pussy, then back out, then in deeper, back and forth, deeper and deeper, until my mouth was pressed hard against her, my tongue exploring her as deeply as possible. She was wriggling under me now, her hips pulsing, moaning loudly. I slide my tongue out of her and straight back to her clit, wrapping my lips around it, pulling and sucking it, driving Wendy wild. My hand had gone between her cheeks to massage the tender skin between her holes, my forefinger coming to rest at her asshole, circling it, but she was dry. I pulled my face back to dribble some spit there, rubbing it into her ass with my finger, gently penetrating her. “Oh God!” she yelled. “Oh!” I slowly increased my pressure as I moistened her more, entering her ass fully, then retreating, then entering her again. Wendy’s hips began rocking, she was yelling at me to do it, do it. I again attacked her clit and vagina with my mouth and tongue. Then as she was pumping her hips quicker and quicker, I slid my thumb into her pussy and pressed it against my finger in her ass, sliding them both in and out of her holes. My lips pulled on her clit as she climaxed, my mouth against her.

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Her pussy was moist since I started but became wet in a hurry. Her hand on my thigh gripped me strongly as she winced and screamed in pleasure. I watched as her face twisted, hers eyes shut tight, her other hand squeezing her own breast. Her clit was firm between my lips, her juices covering my mouth and chin and cheeks, her pussy and her asshole pinching hard on my finger and thumb. I knew she was climaxing, that I had brought her to the point of oblivion I had felt. I stayed with her for what seemed like several minutes as she contracted on my thumb again and again. Finally I pulled my finger from her ass first, but continued to slowly rub her pussy and lick her clit until she began to relax. Then I pulled away from her and turned my body till I faced her, her eyes dreamily gazing at me, and I bought my mouth to hers, pushing my tongue covered with her juices deep into her mouth. I could tell she was responsive, but weak with erotic exhaustion. Somehow she had gone to the edge of feeling under my touch. I was so happy for her, and proud. I helped her off the pile of pillows to lie beside me, and we held each other. We lay there for quite some time, looking at each other, kissing occasionally, caressing each others faces, breasts, abdomens, thighs, muffs, but mostly just holding. We were both taken by surprise, I think, by our sex that night. Knowing we were close friends, knowing we wanted to experience our first sex together, but not dreaming how deeply we would arouse each other. How close we would feel now. I could see in Wendy’s eyes that she felt more for me than she had before, closer, a part of me. And I felt the same toward her.

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