The material had fallen back over me, and her fingers hastily tugged at it and I heard her curse under her breath and then the ripping of material as she tore the teddy open. Her assertiveness startled yet thrilled me.
I wrapped my legs around her back as she thrust her body towards mine. She pulled the teddy down off my shoulders frantically, as her mouth sought out my nipples, my breasts, my neck. I hung on, loving every second of it, screaming out for her not to stop as we ground into each other.
I became wild then, tearing at the flesh on her back, raking my nails down her torso and then up again. Sweat was pouring off her and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Vanessa make her move.
She was naked. Marcia was totally oblivious of her. I was so excited, knowing that in a few seconds I was going to have the pleasure of the two of them devouring my body. Vanessa came beside the couch and kneeled down to stroke cup Marcia’s breast through her bra from behind.
Marcia froze staring from me to her and back again.
“What’s going on?” she whispered.
“You like?” I asked mischievously.
“Oh, I like but I don’t understand how this all came about.”
“I have just found out about my own sexuality and I’m eager for everything.”
“Oh, yeah, finally,” she said, her tongue snaking into my mouth.
My hand stole down to her mound where I gave a gentle squeeze before peeling her panties down. A quick flick of her bra and she was naked. Carefully we manoeuvred her to lie back on the couch and the two of us took turns licking her pussy, our tongues intertwining as we enjoyed devouring her.
Vanessa climbed up and straddled her waist, her pussy sliding over her. I straddled her head and lowered my pussy over her face. Her tongue flickered around my clit and I hung on to Vanessa, grabbing her breasts and kissing her passionately. I was eager to experience everything and after a while I demanded that the two of them make love to me.
It was heaven having Marcia kiss and fondle me while Vanessa played with my clit, her fingers rubbing only like another woman knows. She went to pop the champagne, to toast a night to remember. The champagne cork burst from the bottle, spraying us with foamy bubbles. We licked each other clean before trying again to fill up the glasses.
“To the three of us,” I said.
“To many wonderful nights,” Vanessa said.
“And days,” I giggled.
“To girlfriends,” Marcia toasted.
We had the most wonderful of nights exploring each other and later Vanessa brought out her box of toys where we used her dildos and other accessories. Marcia eventually went home, the next day, happy and sated.
Vanessa and I spent the day in bed together planning what we’d do on our next date. Now that I’d discovered how great sex was, I was eager to learn more and with Vanessa being such an obliging teacher I knew we’d have plenty of good times ahead.
And Walter, well, he found himself someone who appreciated him for exactly who he was…a really nice guy. New Relationship
Being single has its advantages, you do what you want when you want, you don’t have to think about other people’s feelings and what their desires are. So it was with hesitation I began a new relationship.
I met Tammy at a Hen’s night. One I didn’t want to go to mind you. They’re usually full of drunk women acting silly. A close friend from work, Harriet, was getting married so I felt obliged to go and as soon as I laid eyes on Tammy, I knew how much I wanted her.
But did she want me.
Now with carnal longing came the fear of rejection. None of us likes it but being a lesbian makes it even more difficult as approaching another woman isn’t as easy as you may think. This fortunately was taken out of my hands as Tammy and I ended up being paired in a game where you had to be tied together in a race.
It was a silly game but gave us the opportunity to feel each other up. When neither of us complained, it was quickly assumed we were both interested, so afterwards, while we were having a few drinks and relaxing, I asked her if she’d like to catch up one day for dinner.
To my great relief she said yes and that’s how it all began.
We met at a restaurant of my choosing. It was quaint with dim lighting, a fire in the hearth and soft music being piped through. The food was always magnificent, the wine to my liking and the staff were respectful.