The following contains descriptions of adult lesbian sexual relations. The account is true, but any detail which could lead to identification has been changed.
Two years ago, I had my first proper lesbian experience. Proper, because back at boarding school I had fooled about with a friend, but that was as much to find out what we were missing out with boys as anything else. To all other intents and purposes, I'm your typical hetero, late 20s girl who hasn't found the right guy to marry and start a family. Since that night though, I've discovered that men (and my own fingers for that matter!) don't have the sole rights to getting a girl's rocks off.
Sarah is a bit unlike me. Outgoing, confident, sexy and charismatic. She's one of those people with that magnetic something that can't be quantified. I once meet someone who talked about auras. Well Sarah had one and it was mesmerising.
I didn't know her all that well when we met again at a girls night out in London. Having moved up from a provincial town, she knew one of my best friends and had joined our crowd recently. I can't remember what we were celebrating, but it turned out so be a great night out. Whilst getting pissed, we played the field and teased the guys silly. Cruel maybe but my boyfriend was tucked up at home (presumably) and what was on offer was hardly something to get excited about.
The night went so fast that I ended up missing the last train home. I wasn't worried as I knew my best friend would put me up, but when Sarah suggested I kip at hers, something made me say yes. Why, I still don't really know. I had no intentions towards her and had received none the other way, but there was something about the way she said that it would be easier for me to get home the next day as she was close to the train line. To be honest, I was drunk, and didn't care too much at that point.
Her flat was in a newly fashionable part of town. I phoned the Boyfriend who didn't answer and left a message. I was half wondering if he would actually offer to drive and pick me up. Then I started wondering what he might be doing. Probably asleep actually having watched the footy.
From the club, the group broke up and Sarah and I got a cab back to hers. We filled the time with chatting about the numerous guys who had been hitting on us. One Stag party had managed to get a few snogs out of us and as usual the guys had been a bit too keen to grope us. By the time we got back to her small flat, both of us were dying to go to the loo. We got out and as I followed her to the door, that was when it started, though I still didn't realise where my inner thoughts were taking me.
She was wearing a tight pair of leggings and crop top, which nicely showed her lack of bra. Her breasts were perfectly outlined by the cotton, a firm pair of 34Bs with tight hard nipples against the chill. Even better was her pert bum which insisted on swaying with that pride and confidence of hers. I couldn't resist telling her, and as I did, I wondered why I was saying so.
Sure I must have said the same thing to loads of friends but as a compliment or laugh, but this time I realised it was in the knowledge that I found her sexy.
'Looking to get a piece of it tonight Kate?'
She and me laughed at the implication as if it were harmless fun, but the twinkle in her eye as she looked back put a wonder in my mind. I was feeling that knotty twisted nervous stomach sensation, more familiar with being attracted to a guy. No, wake up Kate, your pissed, I said to myself. I always get horny when pissed and in any other place, I would be letting my boyfriend know I needed attention. But why? Sure I had even had a few thoughts of what it would be like with another girl when masturbating, but this was real life.
Sarah was having difficulty getting her key in the lock and the clouding of the mind through many beers and shorts wasn't helping. Meanwhile our bladders were kindly letting us know that relief would be nice. Finally the key turned and in we went. She was left to lock up as I found my way down the corridor.
'On you left', Sarah shouted, 'and hurry up else I'll be leaving an embarrassing patch on my legs', I remember her saying.
I went into the bathroom, found the light, lifted up my mini skirt, pulled down my G-string and let rip. I deliberately left the door open to see what she would do and good for her she came right round the corner without worrying whether I might want any privacy. The tension flowed out of me and I smiled and moaned at her. This was totally unlike me. I mean here I was making innuendo in front of a girl who I had no real expectations would be interested in other girls and whom I hardly knew. But I was drunk and it could be interpreted as fun and I couldn't care. Oh, I love being in that carefree confident happy state!
Sarah seemed to like it too. She leaned against the door framed eyeing me up.
'Well I might have a great bum Kate, but your legs are something else!' I blushed realising that from her angle in front of me, she could see not only my legs, but hips and pubic hair as well.
As I started to finish peeing, the knots in my stomach were becoming pangs of arousal. Sarah, hearing that her turn was close, matter of factly slid her leggings down and urged me to hurry up.
'I'm trying, just a few more seconds'.
I wasn't the only one with a G-String on that night but hers was more of a string than a G.
'If I was a bloke, I'd be able to shoot between your legs Kate'.
I opened them for her in response and said 'be my guest!'
Giggling had turned to outrageous laughing now as she yanked down her G and presented her pussy to me as if she had a penis.
I was entranced. Here before me was the most beautiful sight I'd seen in ages. Other than a thin strip of hair over her mound, was a shaved vagina only inches away from my face. From within, her vulva was trying to burst out; enticing anyone who dared to fall into the softest bed of lips in heaven.
'Wow, Sarah!!! You horny girl!'
I swear, if I had known she would have accepted it, I would have bent down and kissed those sweet lips there and then. But all of a sudden I came to, and it became two straight girls having fun than crossing the line to something sexual.
'Like it do you? I started shaving a while ago and never got used to growing it back. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist at heart and love showing it off!'
'Yeah, I've always thought going all the way makes one look like a bit like a kid but you've got such a great... you know...!'
'Pussy?'
'Yeah!' And we fell about laughing again.
I just about had enough control to wipe myself and decided to fall off the loo and let Sarah on. As I sat on the floor with my skirt around the waist, I felt helpless with my ankles held together by the G. I leant against the bath and Sarah simply straddled the loo, her front to the cistern and started to pee. It all seemed so normal as she looked down as my pussy. I twisted and relaxed to let my legs open to give her have a better view.
'I've trimmed it a bit more than this, but haven't been bothered to go much beyond the bikini line. Don't you get fed up with shaving and putting up with the itching?'
'I know what you mean, but it gives me a thrill. Sometimes I'll go without any panties and a short skirt. I get such a buzz knowing that men would go weak if only they knew what was on below!'
At that point there was a break in the conversation. How I wanted to go further, but we were playing it carefully. Hindsight could have saved me the worry. As it was, she finished up and pulled her G and leggings up. I was still on the floor and she gave me a hand up. I bent over and sorted myself out.
'You want to hit the sack or help me with the rest of a bottle of wine I opened earlier Kate?'
'The wine sounds great to me'.
She got a couple of glasses and we fell on the couch. Not a great deal on the TV, and we got into a conversation about the wine. A white Australian. That lead to George Clooney somehow, then a holiday in the Caribbean and on round and round until my boyfriend came into the conversation and that led to our sex lives.
She was sitting with her legs crossed on the couch, mine had been sideways. I decided to pull them up to, hitching the hem up around my bum and exposing my underwear again to her. We kept on talking and I swear I caught her glimpsing at my pussy when I picked up and replaced my glass on the side. This was getting difficult as I realised that the moisture from within which was building with my own excitement and soon any pretence would be up. I only hoped that the black cotton would hide it. I closed my thighs together and then thought what is the point, I can swear I can smell myself.
Sarah has these wonderful hazel eyes. Big and round and clear. Her lips pout, her tongue dances as she speaks. How I realised that I wanted to dance my tongue with hers, taste those perfect wet lips against mine and find out how her skin felt against mine.
'Do you like your head massaged?'
That was Sarah encapsulated. Her hypnotic eyes melt you into a trance and without warning, she comes up and jolts you awake. You are left without the power to think, only do as she has effectively commanded.
'Yes' was all I could manage.
'I used to work in a hair salon years ago', she told me, 'and it teaches you to give a great massage'. 'I wont hold it against you if you fall asleep by the way, just sit down in front of me on the floor and lean back.'
She zapped the TV, which had been put on mute and sat behind me on the sofa.
As her fingers delved through my hair, I felt as if she was penetrating my very soul.
'Relax and enjoy Kate, you're going to like this'.
She needn't have bothered. I was already. I momentarily thought of my boyfriend who had never been able to do what I was experiencing right now. My whole body started to fall into a deliriously comfortable slump. My crossed legs forgot about any pretence off keeping covered up. My pussy pushed against my underwear and nagged for attention, or rather ached for the very fingers which where driving my scalp into bliss.
'hmmm. This is sooo good. I can't describe what you are doing to be Sarah'.
'Actually, I think I can', she whispered back into my ear, her lips lightly brushed my skin.
I could feel her smile and I leaned back, dropping my head down into her lap. She moved her hands around my neck, encircling then reuniting her fingers at the top of my chest. She began to tickle in slow almost imperceptible circles. Slowly, so slowly she caressed the naked skin open to her, then back up over my face and through my hair. She didn't stopped for what felt like only a minute but it could easily have been 20.
'Tell you what Kate, I'll be right back'.
She went off and I decided to quickly go to the loo again. When I came back, there was a duvet on the carpet and a few lighted candles. This was romance and I wasn't even going to start to question what she might have in mind for me.
'Want your back done?'
'Need you really ask Sarah?', a large smile coming over me and in turn hers.
I thought maybe this is it? Maybe I will be kissing this vision tonight, here in this room. Or maybe I'm just imagining things. Whatever Kate, I said to myself, this is so good, just go with the flow.
Sarah suggested I take off my top. I've never been more thankful for cosy warm flats as I was that night. She sat on the side of the sofa with a warm glow to her as I watched her watching me. Facing straight at her, I slowly pulled my top off in one go. I felt the material drag against my hard nipples which were dying to be released from my wonderbra. As it went over my head, I tried to see through the material to look at her. I think I glimpsed her gazing longingly at me. Not quite content, I decided I would be going for it tonight and I pulled down my skirt leaving me in my underwear.
'Well if you are going to get comfy, you mind if I do too?' Sarah asked.
'Not at all'.
With that I lay down on my front, face resting on my hands. From behind me, I heard her undoing her hair and what I presumed was the removal of her leggings. She knelt down to my side and I closed my eyes. On the small of my back Sarah dropped some oil and then popped open the clasp of my bra. She brushed the straps towards the tops of my shoulders and I lifted slightly allowing her to remove it completely. I have a love hate relationship with my breasts. At 32A, they are never going to give me the feeling of a full cleavage into which a man (or woman) will gaze longingly into. But equally, at age 28, they are still as uplifted as ever. I often go without a bra and now as I lay down on my front, they neatly padded my chest.
Sarah moved closer to me. I felt her bare leg touch me in the waist. Her strong hands then worked their magic into my spine, up and down. Around my shoulder blades, into my neck, along the vertebrae to the seam of my G-String. Over and over and over again her fingertips were gentle, hard and rhythmic. Gradually the circles extended in wider diameters. She'd go part way down my upper arms and back up to tingle the inside of my under arm. Her fingers would stretch over the top of my shoulders and fall towards my upturned bum. Further and further I urged her silently when her hands would follow the seam and the top of my buttocks. Yes, she was moving towards my sides, taking in my waist, up the ribs and over again to the spine. Around again and a little bit higher.
By now, any pretence I had of playing innocent had been taken from me. Every time her hands swept around my cheeks, into the waist and up my side I couldn't help from emitting a low moans which contained words, though whether they made any sense I don't know.
'Oh Sarah... oh yes... I love this... don't stop... heaven...'
Maintaining hand contact, she turned to face my legs. Some more oil found its way on to the backs of my legs. Gently at first, she merely worked over my skin all the way to my feet. I heard her get up and sit at the other end to me. Taking each foot in turn, she hit erogenous zones I had no prior knowledge of. I knew that for some the big toe was sensitive, but I had no idea just how powerful it was on me. My low moans gave way to rather embarrassing groans as time and time again she sent shivering orgasmic waves straight to my centre. I didn't know how much of it I could take and actually apologised at one point for being so loud. When she told me that she would be a little disappointed if I wasn't, there was something in her voice that told me I was in the hands of someone experienced. But now I was only worried that if she kept this up, I'd be having a full orgasm in front of her.
Again she moved, this time to sit next to my knees. From here she ran her hands up and down the tops of my legs. In time, she began to stray to the outside, all the way from toes to tops of my hips. On the way down she started to go over my cheeks. Then she reversed, and as she came up, her hands found their way inside my thighs and over countless repetitions, she went deeper inside each time.
By now, my underwear was not just moist, full flooding was in progress. I didn't know whether to say anything, but in the daze I was in, I thought, why worry, just enjoy. I inched my legs open slightly at her fingers behest so that she could travel those last few inches. Oh, how as her tips slipped closer and closer to my wet pussy, I wanted her to cross the line of the seam and stroked my vulva. She got within perhaps a whisker. Finally she simply circled her hand round and round the cheeks of my bum, down to the tops of my thighs but never once venturing past or over the material of my G. If she didn't know I was soaking, she must have smelt my scent. Her touch was almost unbearably good.
Then she got up again, took a sip of wine and sat in front of my head on a pillow. Her legs parted, knees almost touching my shoulders. Could this get any better I wondered. If I had lifted my head, I would have been able to place my nose almost on her pussy and taken in her scent. Her hands returned to first my scalp and then on down to my neck and shoulders. This time she pushed down hard, placing the weight of her on me. In circular motions, she slid her hands down my spine, out to the sides and up the abdomen. To help her, I placed my arms around her legs giving her full access to my torso. Now when she ran her hands up, her fingers would creep under my chest and finally they started to touch my breasts. It was electric and my moans came something like a 'oh yes that's so good'.
She drew closer to me. I could feel the hair on the top of my head scrape her pussy. Down my spine she went, only now she didn't stop at the seam of my g-string and continued over my bum. Instead of a gentle caress, she took a full handful of each cheek before coming back up pushing her fingers as far under my hips, sliding up my waist, under the ribs and to my breasts. Her palms slid all the way up until she cupped my breasts and she held them.
My nipples were rock hard. Oh her palms were so good against me. All I good do was let out a sigh.
I think she was going to say something to break the ice. Something to confirm what was happening, that it wasn't too late to say that's enough. But I wasn't going to doing anything to break this off, and in the end, nor was Sarah.
Instead she pulled away and started to stroke my neck and shoulders, running her nails through my hair. I pulled my arms slightly around her legs, my hands holding her hips. My head pressed against her legs. I turned a touch so that my nose made contact with her thigh. Oh yes, this was it. I quietly smelt her skin, soaking up aroma.
Then she said in almost a whisper, 'Do you want to turn over Kate?'
I didn't need to give an answer other than twist around. I lay there. My arms now outstretched above me. My head in her crotch. I lifted my head to look down at myself. Not bad I thought. Slim and lithe, almost naked. >From the gaze on her face, looking at my pussy, I knew she had picked up on my soaked underwear. My desire was complete and I lifted a knee up and to one side, opening myself up to her entirely and firmly squeezed her bum. She looked down at me and smiled. No words were needed.
For five minutes or so, she repeated from her position straddled between my head to caress my shoulders and then onto my breasts. As her fingers drew across my nipples, I let go a full sexual moan of deep arousal.
'Oh Sarah yes. Oh God yes. Oh that is so good'. I drew my hands over to her front and mirrored her actions on her own breasts through the top she was still wearing. Her nipples stood out as hard as mine and as I took them in my fingers, she too started to sigh with pleasure. Her face filled with that deep warmth which comes when your entire body is bathed in ecstasy.
Sarah then slowly leaned over me, down she came until her face was hovering over my waist. My own face was gently being pressed into her tummy. I moved my hands over her bum and onto the tops of her thighs.
Her nose nudged my navel. I closed my eyes taking in every sensation. And then, she closed her lips and kissed me. Parting them against me, she eased out her tongue and probed into my belly button. I was now becoming so aroused, I was finding self control more and more difficult. Her long foreplay was taking me to the extreme limits of sensitivity. Any moment now I thought I would end up bursting into the most powerful orgasm I had had. I could no longer resist and as she slowly explored my waist, kissing, licking her way. I lifted my head and came face to lips with her pussy, covered in only the smallest of triangles. I was simply placed my nose against the outline of her slit to feel a moisture soaked patch of fabric, pungent with the scent of female sex. I realised that I wasn't the only wet one in the room. It made me delirious, swirling my head in waves as the aroma filled my being. Placing my own lips against hers, I sucked and kissed another girls pussy for the first time.
After a few seconds of allowing myself to enjoy the feeling, I felt her explore the sides of my own pussy. It wasn't difficult for either of us as our lips were so engorged with desire. With one hand, I slipped the fabric to the side and there in naked brilliance was her beautiful cunt. It was as if it was opened right up just for me, her wet lips leading straight to her small clit standing out. With my tongue I finally acted out a fantasy which I had had and first probed into her pussy, through her vulva to completely immerse my mouth in her. And then I ever so slowly drew down to her clit and gentle surrounded my lips over it and sucked. This was even better than chocolate I thought.
'Oh Sarah, I wanted to do that for so long'.
And then she surprised me. After a moment, she said, 'Kate. Why do you think I asked you back?'
I couldn't believe I had been so blind. She sat up, my mouth was agape. I got up to be on the same level as her. I looked into her eyes and smiled back at her.
'Sarah. I've never really been...'
She put a finger to my mouth. 'It's OK. I know'. I wanted to ask her so many questions, but instead she smiled that angelic like smile of comfort. She closed the space between us and I watched as her lips drew every nearer.
My throat dried, I felt us connect and we kissed. Her arms went around me and I felt like I was flying. It was beautiful.
Then I felt her tongue and within seconds, a slow embrace had turned into a passionate desire to draw ourselves into one. We locked limbs around each other's body, our tongues frantically searched and danced within. I found her top in the way and we pulled it off. Locked together, we kissed over and over again as we kept running our hands over each other, just to be sure this was real.
Drawing away, Sarah told me, 'I've wanted you ever since I first saw you at Kim's. I hope you don't mind!'
'No I don't Sarah. But now you've started this, please make sure you take me all the way'.
She stood up and slipped off her g-string. I watched her from the floor as she stood over me, placing her legs slightly apart. With one hand she took a breast and massaged her left nipple. With the other, she reached down and teased her pussy, circling the clit, all the while holding my eye contact, moaning with passion.
As she plunged a finger deep inside herself, I placed a hand on her leg. Rising onto my knees, I pressed my nose into her pussy, her finger still working within. With my hands clasping her bum, I started to tongue her hole for a while, before rising further until I stood face to face. There in the middle of her lounge, we joined together. There is something amazing about feeling your own breasts against another's.
Finally, she broke away. Running her hands down my front, she slipped a finger over my puss, and circled my clit through the g-string.
'Oh yes', was all I could say as the waves of pleasure hit me. 'Oh Sarah, fuck me. I want you to fuck my wet Cunt. Take me now'.
There was something animalistic about saying 'cunt'. A word I would never normally say, even at the height of sexual passion. But now with Sarah, it seemed to make sense, such was my desire for her.
She lifted her hands over the material and slid her fingers straight into me. 'Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! I want it. I want you'.
She pulled me back to her, and as she kissed me, she played with my clit, circling, rubbing, pressing fingering my sopping pussy. I could only just stand, my arms around her shoulders, frantically taking her tongue in my mouth and pushing against her hand in me.
'Oh yes Sarah'. I was almost crying with the pleasure. I pushed my face into her shoulder as she took me, now focusing on my clit and I went over the edge into orgasm.
'YEESSSS! YEESSSS! OH FUCK MY CUNT! YEEESSS!' As I came, that shudder of total ecstasy ripped right through my body. After shocks followed and as I came down from the high, Sarah lovingly held me in her arms.
We didn't get much sleep that night. We made love, held and kissed each other until exhaustion came over. The taste of her pussy was like a drug. I couldn't get enough of the sweet juice that came from her. For her part, she brought me to more orgasms than I ever remember. In between the highs, we held each other in deep caresses. In fact I don't think we actually lost touch with one another's skin for more than a few seconds in the whole night. Even when we went to the loo, we did it together and when we needed a drink of water, we ended up masturbating against the sink.
Since then, Sarah and I have shared many nights together and I've had a few with other girls. The boyfriend didn't last long; it wasn't going very far anyway. Although there will always be a man foremost in my life, I now know the intimacy that comes of making love with another girl... Thank you Sarah.
I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have reliving it in this detail. More than a few times, I've had to break to bring myself off and just now, my pussy is wet with excitement.
If it's been good for you too, I'd love you to tell me all...!
Kate