Turning A Straight Girl
It was finally the weekend, and I was so looking forward to relaxing and winding down after several days of stress at work. Carly, one of my oldest friends, was throwing a huge party at her house and practically demanded I make an appearance, threatening to fix me up with one of her coworkers if I didn't show up. After a bad breakup a few weeks before, I wasn't exactly motivated to date at the moment, so avoiding that was a priority for me. I looked in the mirror before heading out to make sure I looked my best. Despite my lack of any sexual interest, I had picked one of my sexiest outfits, a red lace, open shouldered, mid-thigh dress. My red heels rounded off the ensemble, along with my gold hoop earrings and, of course, my gorgeous smile. I winked at myself as I headed out the door and drove over to Carly's place.
I could hear the loud music pounding with excessive bass, even a mile out from her place, and parking was an absolute nightmare. It felt like I walked a mile to get to her house after finally finding a space.
Weaving through the crowd of people out front, I slipped through the front door to see a dance floor already jammed with guys and girls alike. A couple of guys close to the bar started with their irritating 'hey babe’ comments; I just shook my head and hoped they would take the hint. No such luck. Two of them moved towards me, as if getting ready to team up, which really freaked me out.
I was about to start getting aggressive when I felt a soft touch at the small of my back, and heard a melodic voice say, "Sorry boys, this one's taken," then, winking at me, she added, "Not that you had a shot anyway since we are both gay." I felt my face go bright red as she kissed me on the cheek and led me away from the creeps who almost ruined my night.
I took a moment to look at her and was already envious. She was gorgeous: tall and athletic, dark hair and eyes, full lips, olive skin and nice small breasts that were showing through her top. She motioned to one of the serving staff hired for the event and turned her head and asked me, "What's your poison?"
"Rum and coke," I chirped.
"Make that two, and mix them strong enough to make it worthwhile," she said in a sultry voice. Turning to face me, I noticed her low-cut blue shimmering dress before she said over the noise, "I'm Lauren."
"Christine," I replied, smiling and shaking her hand. "And thanks for the rescue, but just to be clear, I am straight."
Lauren bit her lip and giggled out loud, as if I had told some hilarious joke. "Well I am a lesbian, but I can respect that. I just want to say that you have no idea what you are missing."
The way her voice inflected at that part made it clear that she was just teasing. Or was she? Her body language and the vibe I was getting from her contradicted her words, but she seemed sincere enough.
"No worries," I replied as the server returned with our drinks.
"You can hang with me though, I am a pretty effective man repellent," Lauren giggled.
I smiled as she took my hand to lead me away from the bar. What was the harm in just talking to her at the party I was surprised at how quickly I was relaxing just being with her and, in fact, how quickly I downed a very strong drink. I started giggling a little bit as the alcohol started to take effect, remembering too late that I hadn't eaten anything since lunch. Sensing my buzzed state, I felt Lauren’s hand on my hip and her breath as she leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Your giggle is pretty damned cute, but it might attract the wrong attention."
I was suddenly aware of how close she was, her breasts brushed against mine and pressed against me more as she leaned into me.
Lauren's lips brushed my ear as she continued to whisper to me, her breath caressed my skin and her voice almost caressed my mind.
"I just want to say that you are absolutely stunning, I'm not trying to get in your panties, I just think you deserve to be told that you are beautiful and appreciated as a woman."
I felt my mouth go dry and a rush go through my body involuntarily, feeling the warmth of her breasts touching mine, the intimacy of her hand on my hip and her whispers. Images flashed before me of her kissing my lips and caressing my body. I gritted my teeth, pushing the images from my head and trying to break whatever spell had fallen on me. The problem was, however, that it felt good... too good in fact. Not having had anything even resembling intimate contact for weeks, seemed to be making me vulnerable. Lauren then pulled back to a “respectable” distance, clearly amused that she had managed to affect a straight girl that way.
"Um... tha... thank you" I stammered, my mind spinning. What was the matter with me? I appreciated her rescuing me from my would-be predators, but I had no intention of letting anything happen with her. Sure, she was gorgeous and charming, but I wasn't interested in her sexually. Or was I?
"So, you are at a wild party alone, I assume there isn't a man in your life?" Lauren asked, her eyes flashing with a teasing look. Seeing my drink was gone, she flagged down the server for another.
"Correct," I said, sipping the drink. "I got tired of being treated like shit and used like a plaything." I paused. "Well maybe that was a bit much, but still..."
"Oh don't be, feel free to share anything you feel... or want to talk about," Lauren said, smiling coyly. "Now... let's dance."
"Thanks for the offer, but ..." I started to answer, but Lauren cut me off.
"Oh Christine ... It isn't a request" she said. She took my hand firmly and pulled me on to the dance floor. Lauren started swaying her hips, hands up in the air, body moving exactly with the rhythm. I couldn't help but watch her slowly gyrating, breasts quivering, eyes closed, so lovely. I felt the strange urge to dance with her, like she was pulling me to her. It was a strange feeling, and I felt myself giving into it.
I stepped closer to Lauren, starting to mimic her motions, feeling the music take over my body and, in a few moments, my dancing moves were in response to hers, like we were experienced dancing partners. Lauren slipped her hands on my hips, holding them, guiding my motions, her eyes locked with mine, smiling at me.
"Oh, there you go. Let me guide you a bit. You look amazing in that dress. Don't stop," Lauren cooed, pulling me close enough for our bodies to touch. We stayed like that for a few moments and then I felt her leg between mine, as she started to grind on my hip gently. I started to object, until she put her fingers on my lips. I could feel the heat between Lauren's legs and her breasts pushing against mine as her hips moved. My face was flushed, heart racing and I realized I was grinding against her too. I felt a slight panic wash over me followed by an erotic excitement.
As I was about to pull away the music changed to something slow. Romantic slow. Lauren slipped her arms around me and pulled me against her. The frantic feeling I got from her was gone, so my fears subsided, replaced by a warm tactile sensation from her body against mine.
Lauren's lips were right at my ear as we danced cheek to cheek, breasts on breasts and hips on hips. I let out a sigh, the drinks had taken their toll and stripped away my inhibitions. Yes, I was slow dancing with another woman, a lesbian. Yes, our bodies were pressed together in a very intimate way, the skin from her cleavage touching mine. Yes, yes but so what? Who the hell cares? It's not like I am sleeping with her.
"Damn this feels good; is this is all good right? Nothing wrong with it, it’s just a dance," she cooed. I felt her lips brush my ear. Lauren was right, but it was also true that I was enjoying it, the whispers, her lips brushing my skin, her body against mine. I just nodded, unable to speak. Without warning, I felt her lips lower and brush my neck, which was just unfair because that is one of the most sensitive arousal spots on my body.
"Oh god" I gasped, almost moaning, afraid I had tipped my hand, so to speak.
Lauren just giggled as she pressed her lips to my neck, giving me a wet and sensual kiss that made me shiver. Not missing a beat she began kissing my neck in earnest, deliberately, as if making love to it. I was unable to stifle a moan as she did that and, after a few seconds, she whispered, "Let's get out of the limelight."
Within seconds, she led me away down a corridor where chairs were stacked, turning the corner to a more secluded spot. The light was dim, but as my eyes adjusted, I could clearly see a lusty smile. Oh, I was in such trouble. I could feel it.
Gently, Lauren slipped her hands on my shoulders, still smiling, inching me backwards, until I felt my back touch the wall, resuming a position just like our slow dance. Everything about her motion was slow, deliberate, and methodical but also exceedingly gentle. I felt her leg slip between mine again, her body pressing firmly against me, pinning me, as if preventing me from escaping. Her face moved slowly towards mine, building up the anticipation for what I was certain would be my very first kiss with another woman. Then, at the last second, Lauren diverted and resumed her position at my neck. I was more than a little rattled that she could read me that well.
Lauren's mouth found my neck just below my ear, causing my body to shudder and the breath to escape my lips in a deep sigh that I couldn't prevent. With each kiss, she seemed to be laying my soul bare, reading every signal from me. She wasn't rushing anything, all she did was kiss my neck. The rest of her body remained perfectly still. The scent of her hair was sexy, and I found myself breathing it in on purpose, surprising me. My head was spinning, I knew it was happening, I knew it was going to happen, and I wasn't stopping her. Instead, I was loving it.
"That's it, just enjoy it... the pleasure... let go" Lauren whispered, starting to gently gnaw at my neck, making me arch my back a bit.
"Oh yes that's it. You're giving in ... getting turned on ... and I can feel ... how wet you are. Just let your body do what it ... wants."
I felt Lauren shift her body slightly, her hips moving slowly, grinding on my hip like she had done briefly earlier, but more deliberate and insistent. The heat from her pussy was intense, I could feel her wetness too, it was dizzying to realize it was because of me. "Oh my ...
yes... yes..."
My gasps were only silenced because her lips covered mine in the most sensuous kiss I had ever felt in my entire life. I opened my mouth to her. Lauren's tongue found mine, sliding up alongside, dancing, swirling, and tasting as it went. I found my lips and tongue had a mind of their own, making love to hers as if born to it. My hips were moving back in rhythm to hers, grinding into her hip, pleasuring myself with her. Yes. I admit it. Fucking it. The word danced around in my mind, making me give in to the desires even more.
Lauren invited my tongue into her mouth in a teasing way, luring it inside and, once there, her sexy lips closed around it and began gently sucking on it. While I had experienced that with male partners before, this was deliciously different, not rough or overly aggressive, but felt like velvet caressing my tongue. Her leg began to grind against my pussy more insistingly now. And I felt myself pushing my pussy against her leg to increase the pressure. “Don’t stop” I mumbled into her mouth. And then I could feel it coming, from deep inside. My skin tingled as it got closer. I could feel my pussy juicing, soaking my panties as I came. I arched my back to welcome my orgasm, causing Lauren to fight a bit to keep our kiss intact, still sucking on my tongue, keeping my body firmly pressed against the wall.
Our kiss broke from the gyration of my body, so Lauren put her face against mine, her pussy still grinding against my hip. Suddenly I felt her body begin to shake as well, maybe in response to mine. Hearing her moans overwhelmed me, forcing the same from me. We rode out the waves of our orgasms together, locked in a sensual embrace, no longer strangers, but now lovers. Panting heavily my body sagged a bit against the wall, still held up by Lauren's, though I was impressed that she had the strength to stand. She nuzzled into my neck, kissing it and cuddling.
Lauren kissed my neck, slowly, deliberately higher, leading eventually to my lips. She looked into my eyes, as if trying to read my feelings, nuzzling my nose a moment, and then pressed her lips to mine. My lips responded to hers in kind, in somewhat circular motions, savoring every sensation and taste of her lips. One kiss led to another, then another, and soon we were making out in earnest, with one of her hands on my hip and the other rubbing my back. After what seemed like forever, Lauren broke the kiss, holding my face in her hands.
"Will you ... leave with me?" she asked, her eyes expressing a vulnerability I had never seen in an intimate partner before. I had been almost overwhelmed with her abundant confidence and assertive manner. Seeing this side of her was beyond endearing. I loved what I felt, regardless of what I called myself, I wanted more, even if I wasn't completely sure what that was.
"Yes... yes... please. I think I would like that" I managed to stammer, worried that it sounded like begging.
Lauren slipped her hand into mine, pulling me behind her gently, which felt the opposite of the sensation when she pulled me into the corridor. Everyone and everything else was a blur, I thought I heard Lauren say something but I couldn't be sure. She opened the passenger side door once we reached her car and, taking my hand, helped me into the seat. Since I felt a bit wobbly it was a smart move, but it had a sweet romantic feel to it, like I mattered, like I was important, which made my eyes water a bit.
The drive to her house -- I had been expecting an apartment -- was quiet, I felt her slip her hand into mine, so we held hands for the duration of the twenty minute or so drive. Lauren locked the door behind us as we walked inside and immediately dropped everything and pushed me back against the wall, kissing my neck.
"You seemed to love being pressed into the wall like this," Lauren whispered, kissing my neck and making me moan, which was probably a good enough answer for her in that moment. Biting my neck playfully, she added, "you are so gorgeous ... I want you ... want to ... taste you."
I felt her hands slide up my front and gently cup my breasts as she kissed down my neck an inch at a time. The buildup was excruciating, I had goosebumps, and my skin tingled as Lauren’s explored my body. When I felt her nuzzle between my breasts and kiss me there, I uttered a long and deep moan. Her caresses were soft and slow, perfect and delicious. Lauren showered deeply sensual wet kisses all over the parts of my body revealed by my dress. After a few minutes I felt her slide the straps of my dress off my shoulders and pushed the fabric down to expose my bra. My nipples were erect, poking through the thin fabric. Lauren found each nipple and began to tease them with her fingers. I felt as though I was falling as my erotic side began to take control. Then Lauren’s hands reached around to unfasten my bra and then gently pulled it off. The cool air made my exposed nipples harden and my body shivered in response to it.
Lauren wrapped her soft, full lips around my nipple and began sucking gently. All I could do in response was lean my head back and gasp.
"Oh fuck yes... yes... just like that!" I said in a shouted whisper, a little taken aback at how easily I was asking for her to make love to me.
Her technique was mind blowing, soft but firm, her tongue swirling around the nipple and areola in a way that sent shivers from one end of me to the other. Within a few minutes I could feel my second orgasm of the night begin to build. Lauren could sense my arousal and whispered “Not yet.” She straightened up slowly, her fingers gently caressing my nipple as she gave me another kiss.
"Come with me," she whispered with a smile, as she led me up the stairs to what I was certain was her bedroom. If I had any thoughts of backing out, this was the point of no return. But I knew that I passed that point back in the hallway.
Once inside, Lauren started kissing my neck again, my hands slipping around her waist. "Oh I love how you kiss my neck," I moaned, unable to keep from speaking.
"No one knows a woman's body like another woman. We know every secret spot and how to love it properly. Just ... enjoy," she said.
I felt her unzipping my dress, letting it fall away, her hands moving over every inch of exposed skin on my back. My skin was on fire from her caresses, and I moaned as I felt the sensations.
Without letting her lips leave my neck, Lauren wriggled out of her dress, her breasts visible in the dim light, small and lovely in a tight black lace bra, her pussy covered by a matching thong that looked equally sexy. "Your body looks amazing," I gasped.
Grinning, she backed up and slid her bra straps down an inch at a time, slowly, teasingly, deliberately. Peeling the lace downwards, Lauren gave me an unobstructed view of her breasts for the first time, making me unconsciously lick my lips. They were amazing, supple, olive toned, and capped with dark puffy nipples that made them look more gorgeous. In one quick motion, she unhooked her bra and let it fall away, pressing her lips to mine again as she removed my bra as well.
Lauren moaned deeply into my mouth as our breasts pressed together, the feeling overwhelming my senses and almost making me come on the spot. Every inch where they touched tingled, our hardened nipples rubbed, and the sensation was driving me wild. I had never experienced a more powerful ache for a lover before, and certainly never imagined it ever happening with a woman. I felt her gently lay me back on the bed, scooting me up until my head rested on a down pillow that smelled like jasmine.
Lauren began kissing down my body, starting at my neck, moving slowly downwards, past my breasts, to my tummy, and paused as she reached the spot between my legs, staring at my most intimate place. I parted my legs giving Lauren an unmistakable invitation to go down on me, almost begging her to. She slowly peeled my lace panties off and gasped as she gazed on my very wet, shaved pussy.
"Oh, you are so wet, so very sexy. Can I go down on you?" she groaned. Her eyes met mine, asking me if I was sure about it. Once I nodded, Lauren gently nuzzled between my legs; I jumped at the sensation of having a woman between my legs. And then I felt her lips press against my pussy, giving me the most sensual kiss I had ever felt.
Lauren's hands slipped to my hips as she slowly pushed her tongue inside me, making me moan and arch my back. "Oh ... oh ... my ... that feels ... so fucking ... good" I moaned, feeling her chuckle as her tongue began moving in and out of me. My hands caressed her hair as she increased the tempo, my hips moved and gyrated in response to her actions. I lost myself in the feelings, in the arousal, in the moment. I was completely hers and loving every second of the pleasure she was giving me. Nothing compared to how great it felt, and I knew then that I wanted this feeling again and again in the future. A woman was eating my pussy and I was enjoying it without any hesitation.
My mind was spinning out of control and my body was equally unfettered from any shred of inhibition. I just surrendered to the moment: it was all desire, all fire, all sweet lust. "Oh yes, Lauren, make me come" I said through gritted teeth, my hands forcing her face against me as much as I could, making her redouble her efforts.
Lauren moved her mouth up to my clit, kissing it and gently teasing it with her tongue, as she slid two fingers inside me, making me arch my back and groan with pleasure. My hips gyrated with her fingers, wanting more of her talented tongue and fingers. Within a few minutes, I could feel my orgasm returning. My erotic side had taken over and let me relax and enjoy the sensation of this orgasm as it built. Lauren was sucking my clit in and out of her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. Her fingers were buried deep inside my pussy; I could feel my pussy muscles begin to clench and my juices began to ooze onto my legs. I was gasping for breath; Lauren had worked into an incredibly high state of arousal.
And then she bit my clit.
Instantly, my orgasm slammed into me, wreaking havoc over every bit of my body and mind. I heard myself calling Lauren’s name over and over. Some part of my rational mind knew it was the first time I had ever uttered another woman's name during a climax, a lesbian. And I knew that I would never be the same after that. But at the moment all that mattered was my pleasure. I saw stars and felt like I lost consciousness for a moment, slumping back onto the bed panting wildly.
When the world came back into focus, I saw Lauren's face just above mine, smiling. She used her index finger to push a few stray hairs out of my face, kissing me gently.
"Are you okay? I swear you fainted or something."
Feeling so connected to her; I raised my hand to her cheek. "More than okay, seriously, that was the most amazing thing I ever felt ... I’ve never ever came that hard before."
Lauren kissed my hand and winked at me. "Best kept secret is that women know what feels good ... where it feels good ... and how it feels good."
I nodded, moving my mouth to her neck, feeling an irresistable urge to kiss her. I could feel our nipples brushing. "Oh that's good, just like that, see, you know the spots," she whispered. I started kissing and nibbling her neck. I ran my hand up her side, and felt the curve of her breast brush against it. Not even asking permission, I cupped her breast in my hand, the first time I ever felt the sensation
of touching another woman’s. I loved the softness and sensuality.
After a few moments, I felt her cup her own breast as she slipped her silky fingers around my head, lining my mouth up with her nipple and pushing me to it. Lauren groaned, more loudly than I had heard her do so far, prompting me to suck gently, swirling my tongue around, lost in the moment, wanting nothing more than to please her.
"That's it, oh don’t stop."
I felt a deep shiver ripple up my spine; hearing her aroused voice excited me so much. I could smell her scent. Somehow knowing
that I was the cause of her deep arousal excited me. All I wanted was to hear her moans of excitement. I moved to her other nipple as my hand tease the one I had just left. I loved the feeling of her nipple in my mouth, loving her reactions. I did not want to stop. As Lauren shuddered and moaned again, her legs parted a bit, not as any sort of signal to me, but more because of her squirming. I could smell the scent of her sex, making me shiver and breaking the connection with her breasts.
I twisted my body, causing Lauren to roll on to her back, I slipped my knees between her legs, pushing them apart even more. As I started slowly kissing down her stomach, she seemed to realize what was happening. She grabbed my face to halt my progress. "No, it's ok baby, you don't have to ... I don't expect ... a straight girl ... to want to..." she began, though the look in her eyes was almost pleading me to do the opposite.
“I want to go down on you” I said in a sexy voice, wondering where that voice came from.
Lauren shook her head, trying to hold me in place. I pulled back and smiled, as if taking her request to heart, and then dropped my head between her legs before she could react. I grabbed her hips and put my face just inches from her, fascinated by what I saw, and turned on by her scent. Nothing was going to stop me from tasting her pussy. Nothing would keep me from pleasing her.
I kissed her glistening labia, finding the taste a bit milder than my own but still appealing, and planted my lips on hers in what must have seemed like a lesbian French kiss to her pussy. Lauren arched her back, thrusting her hips and pushing me ever deeper against her. When I felt her fingers in my hair I knew there would be no more resistance, no matter how compassionate. I pushed my tongue deep inside her like a snake, swirling and thrusting, making her gasp and grind against my face harder. Thinking about how I liked to be eaten, I began licking up and down in a smooth motion, drinking her in, taking her juices inside me, making her yelp. I let my lips and tongue explore every inch of her except her clit, knowing how sensitive mine was and wanting to delay her orgasm as long as possible.
"Ohhh yes. Don't stop, you are doing... so... well..." she hissed, just making me lick her up and down more rapidly, desperate to keep tasting her but wanting it to last. Finally, when neither of us could take it anymore, my tongue went over her clit, making her jump, moaning loudly. I wrapped my lips around her spot and began sucking and swirling my tongue around it, making her shriek and almost scream. Lauren's hips started moving in a rhythm against my face, her hands forcing my head and grinding relentlessly.
All at once, Lauren leaned her head back and arched her body upwards, my lips still sucking on her clit.
"Oh fuck... fuck... yeah... make me come, Christine," she gasped, her body thrashing out of control, whimpering, pulling my hair almost painfully, riding the wave of pleasure out until she sank back down on the bed. Once she regained her composure, she pulled me up and settled my head on her shoulder, draping one leg over mine.
Stroking my hair, she giggled and said, "I’m not going to lie, that's where I wanted you all night, but straight girls almost never go down on another woman. But being your first... my that's sexy." Her lips met mine again, giving me a wet kiss that I moaned deeply into, wanting more of her, more of what we were feeling together.
"Oh I need to fuck you. I mean really fuck you," Lauren said, her voice deeply hungry. She rolled me slowly so I was face up, crouching like a tiger about to pounce on her prey. I nodded, not even completely sure what she intended. I felt her lift my leg, kissing along it slowly, smiling like she had some incredible secret to share with me. Lauren lifted her own leg, making me think she might straddle my hip like before, but instead she gradually lowered herself down on me, pussy to pussy, bodies joined. It was by far the most amazing sensation I have ever felt, the warmth, the wetness, the passion, the hunger, a world I never imagined actually existed.
Lauren shifted her position a couple of times, until her lips enveloped mine, molding us together in an erotic kiss that I knew was only possible with another woman. No man could give me this, just another woman, and I relished the feeling of her taking me. Her hips began moving, initiating an erotic lesbian dance with her body leading mine. I could hear Lauren's pussy grind into mine with wet squishing noises and a new scent that I didn't recognize, finally realizing it was us... our combined scent.
I gripped her as best I could, meeting every thrust of her hips, grinding not on her but into her, feeling so on fire that all I wanted was it never to stop. She was fucking me, and I was eagerly returning every movement of her body.
"Yes, yes fuck me, Lauren. Fuck me. Fuck me" I cried, nearly shouting. I just wanted her pussy to swallow mine whole and the rest of me with it. I felt her kiss me aggressively, I opened my lips wide and surrendered my mouth for her to possess, feeling her suck on my tongue.
Within a few moments, I felt an orgasm building and started panting.
"Mm yes that's it, give in, give in and come for me. Come as I fuck you, baby."
Hearing her encouragement triggered my body to surrender, and I felt the orgasm wash over me like a gigantic warm wave, I moaned, saying words I couldn't even remember later, flooding the space between us with more warm fluid from my body. Feeling that, Lauren came in response, adding her own rush of juices, the sensation of which just lengthened my orgasm all the more.
Neither of us stopping, our pace continued, grinding, sliding in our shared wetness, kissing and rubbing while gyrating against one another. Another set of smaller orgasms triggered for us both, we sought one more with some frustration, so overcome with fatigue that we just wrapped around one another, breathing heavily, feeling satisfied.
Lauren kissed my forehead, caressing my face and smiling. "You ok?" she asked, almost in a whisper.
"More than ok, that was amazing, I had no idea..." I replied.
"For a straight girl, you are an amazing lesbian lover," she said, almost laughing. "Of course, that begs the question if you are even straight at this point."
I laughed, aware of the irony, but not entirely sure of the answer. "Well, I know one thing, this was the most amazing and satisfying sex ever. Maybe not straight, is that a good enough answer?"
I turned to look at Lauren, and saw that her eyes were closed, clearly overcome with the intensity of our time together, forcing me to smile and giggle quietly. I snuggled into her, letting sleep take me, satisfied in the most amazing way possible. I looked forward to more time together, glad to explore this side of me that I never had before.
I could hear the loud music pounding with excessive bass, even a mile out from her place, and parking was an absolute nightmare. It felt like I walked a mile to get to her house after finally finding a space.
Weaving through the crowd of people out front, I slipped through the front door to see a dance floor already jammed with guys and girls alike. A couple of guys close to the bar started with their irritating 'hey babe’ comments; I just shook my head and hoped they would take the hint. No such luck. Two of them moved towards me, as if getting ready to team up, which really freaked me out.
I was about to start getting aggressive when I felt a soft touch at the small of my back, and heard a melodic voice say, "Sorry boys, this one's taken," then, winking at me, she added, "Not that you had a shot anyway since we are both gay." I felt my face go bright red as she kissed me on the cheek and led me away from the creeps who almost ruined my night.
I took a moment to look at her and was already envious. She was gorgeous: tall and athletic, dark hair and eyes, full lips, olive skin and nice small breasts that were showing through her top. She motioned to one of the serving staff hired for the event and turned her head and asked me, "What's your poison?"
"Rum and coke," I chirped.
"Make that two, and mix them strong enough to make it worthwhile," she said in a sultry voice. Turning to face me, I noticed her low-cut blue shimmering dress before she said over the noise, "I'm Lauren."
"Christine," I replied, smiling and shaking her hand. "And thanks for the rescue, but just to be clear, I am straight."
Lauren bit her lip and giggled out loud, as if I had told some hilarious joke. "Well I am a lesbian, but I can respect that. I just want to say that you have no idea what you are missing."
The way her voice inflected at that part made it clear that she was just teasing. Or was she? Her body language and the vibe I was getting from her contradicted her words, but she seemed sincere enough.
"No worries," I replied as the server returned with our drinks.
"You can hang with me though, I am a pretty effective man repellent," Lauren giggled.
I smiled as she took my hand to lead me away from the bar. What was the harm in just talking to her at the party I was surprised at how quickly I was relaxing just being with her and, in fact, how quickly I downed a very strong drink. I started giggling a little bit as the alcohol started to take effect, remembering too late that I hadn't eaten anything since lunch. Sensing my buzzed state, I felt Lauren’s hand on my hip and her breath as she leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Your giggle is pretty damned cute, but it might attract the wrong attention."
I was suddenly aware of how close she was, her breasts brushed against mine and pressed against me more as she leaned into me.
Lauren's lips brushed my ear as she continued to whisper to me, her breath caressed my skin and her voice almost caressed my mind.
"I just want to say that you are absolutely stunning, I'm not trying to get in your panties, I just think you deserve to be told that you are beautiful and appreciated as a woman."
I felt my mouth go dry and a rush go through my body involuntarily, feeling the warmth of her breasts touching mine, the intimacy of her hand on my hip and her whispers. Images flashed before me of her kissing my lips and caressing my body. I gritted my teeth, pushing the images from my head and trying to break whatever spell had fallen on me. The problem was, however, that it felt good... too good in fact. Not having had anything even resembling intimate contact for weeks, seemed to be making me vulnerable. Lauren then pulled back to a “respectable” distance, clearly amused that she had managed to affect a straight girl that way.
"Um... tha... thank you" I stammered, my mind spinning. What was the matter with me? I appreciated her rescuing me from my would-be predators, but I had no intention of letting anything happen with her. Sure, she was gorgeous and charming, but I wasn't interested in her sexually. Or was I?
"So, you are at a wild party alone, I assume there isn't a man in your life?" Lauren asked, her eyes flashing with a teasing look. Seeing my drink was gone, she flagged down the server for another.
"Correct," I said, sipping the drink. "I got tired of being treated like shit and used like a plaything." I paused. "Well maybe that was a bit much, but still..."
"Oh don't be, feel free to share anything you feel... or want to talk about," Lauren said, smiling coyly. "Now... let's dance."
"Thanks for the offer, but ..." I started to answer, but Lauren cut me off.
"Oh Christine ... It isn't a request" she said. She took my hand firmly and pulled me on to the dance floor. Lauren started swaying her hips, hands up in the air, body moving exactly with the rhythm. I couldn't help but watch her slowly gyrating, breasts quivering, eyes closed, so lovely. I felt the strange urge to dance with her, like she was pulling me to her. It was a strange feeling, and I felt myself giving into it.
I stepped closer to Lauren, starting to mimic her motions, feeling the music take over my body and, in a few moments, my dancing moves were in response to hers, like we were experienced dancing partners. Lauren slipped her hands on my hips, holding them, guiding my motions, her eyes locked with mine, smiling at me.
"Oh, there you go. Let me guide you a bit. You look amazing in that dress. Don't stop," Lauren cooed, pulling me close enough for our bodies to touch. We stayed like that for a few moments and then I felt her leg between mine, as she started to grind on my hip gently. I started to object, until she put her fingers on my lips. I could feel the heat between Lauren's legs and her breasts pushing against mine as her hips moved. My face was flushed, heart racing and I realized I was grinding against her too. I felt a slight panic wash over me followed by an erotic excitement.
As I was about to pull away the music changed to something slow. Romantic slow. Lauren slipped her arms around me and pulled me against her. The frantic feeling I got from her was gone, so my fears subsided, replaced by a warm tactile sensation from her body against mine.
Lauren's lips were right at my ear as we danced cheek to cheek, breasts on breasts and hips on hips. I let out a sigh, the drinks had taken their toll and stripped away my inhibitions. Yes, I was slow dancing with another woman, a lesbian. Yes, our bodies were pressed together in a very intimate way, the skin from her cleavage touching mine. Yes, yes but so what? Who the hell cares? It's not like I am sleeping with her.
"Damn this feels good; is this is all good right? Nothing wrong with it, it’s just a dance," she cooed. I felt her lips brush my ear. Lauren was right, but it was also true that I was enjoying it, the whispers, her lips brushing my skin, her body against mine. I just nodded, unable to speak. Without warning, I felt her lips lower and brush my neck, which was just unfair because that is one of the most sensitive arousal spots on my body.
"Oh god" I gasped, almost moaning, afraid I had tipped my hand, so to speak.
Lauren just giggled as she pressed her lips to my neck, giving me a wet and sensual kiss that made me shiver. Not missing a beat she began kissing my neck in earnest, deliberately, as if making love to it. I was unable to stifle a moan as she did that and, after a few seconds, she whispered, "Let's get out of the limelight."
Within seconds, she led me away down a corridor where chairs were stacked, turning the corner to a more secluded spot. The light was dim, but as my eyes adjusted, I could clearly see a lusty smile. Oh, I was in such trouble. I could feel it.
Gently, Lauren slipped her hands on my shoulders, still smiling, inching me backwards, until I felt my back touch the wall, resuming a position just like our slow dance. Everything about her motion was slow, deliberate, and methodical but also exceedingly gentle. I felt her leg slip between mine again, her body pressing firmly against me, pinning me, as if preventing me from escaping. Her face moved slowly towards mine, building up the anticipation for what I was certain would be my very first kiss with another woman. Then, at the last second, Lauren diverted and resumed her position at my neck. I was more than a little rattled that she could read me that well.
Lauren's mouth found my neck just below my ear, causing my body to shudder and the breath to escape my lips in a deep sigh that I couldn't prevent. With each kiss, she seemed to be laying my soul bare, reading every signal from me. She wasn't rushing anything, all she did was kiss my neck. The rest of her body remained perfectly still. The scent of her hair was sexy, and I found myself breathing it in on purpose, surprising me. My head was spinning, I knew it was happening, I knew it was going to happen, and I wasn't stopping her. Instead, I was loving it.
"That's it, just enjoy it... the pleasure... let go" Lauren whispered, starting to gently gnaw at my neck, making me arch my back a bit.
"Oh yes that's it. You're giving in ... getting turned on ... and I can feel ... how wet you are. Just let your body do what it ... wants."
I felt Lauren shift her body slightly, her hips moving slowly, grinding on my hip like she had done briefly earlier, but more deliberate and insistent. The heat from her pussy was intense, I could feel her wetness too, it was dizzying to realize it was because of me. "Oh my ...
yes... yes..."
My gasps were only silenced because her lips covered mine in the most sensuous kiss I had ever felt in my entire life. I opened my mouth to her. Lauren's tongue found mine, sliding up alongside, dancing, swirling, and tasting as it went. I found my lips and tongue had a mind of their own, making love to hers as if born to it. My hips were moving back in rhythm to hers, grinding into her hip, pleasuring myself with her. Yes. I admit it. Fucking it. The word danced around in my mind, making me give in to the desires even more.
Lauren invited my tongue into her mouth in a teasing way, luring it inside and, once there, her sexy lips closed around it and began gently sucking on it. While I had experienced that with male partners before, this was deliciously different, not rough or overly aggressive, but felt like velvet caressing my tongue. Her leg began to grind against my pussy more insistingly now. And I felt myself pushing my pussy against her leg to increase the pressure. “Don’t stop” I mumbled into her mouth. And then I could feel it coming, from deep inside. My skin tingled as it got closer. I could feel my pussy juicing, soaking my panties as I came. I arched my back to welcome my orgasm, causing Lauren to fight a bit to keep our kiss intact, still sucking on my tongue, keeping my body firmly pressed against the wall.
Our kiss broke from the gyration of my body, so Lauren put her face against mine, her pussy still grinding against my hip. Suddenly I felt her body begin to shake as well, maybe in response to mine. Hearing her moans overwhelmed me, forcing the same from me. We rode out the waves of our orgasms together, locked in a sensual embrace, no longer strangers, but now lovers. Panting heavily my body sagged a bit against the wall, still held up by Lauren's, though I was impressed that she had the strength to stand. She nuzzled into my neck, kissing it and cuddling.
Lauren kissed my neck, slowly, deliberately higher, leading eventually to my lips. She looked into my eyes, as if trying to read my feelings, nuzzling my nose a moment, and then pressed her lips to mine. My lips responded to hers in kind, in somewhat circular motions, savoring every sensation and taste of her lips. One kiss led to another, then another, and soon we were making out in earnest, with one of her hands on my hip and the other rubbing my back. After what seemed like forever, Lauren broke the kiss, holding my face in her hands.
"Will you ... leave with me?" she asked, her eyes expressing a vulnerability I had never seen in an intimate partner before. I had been almost overwhelmed with her abundant confidence and assertive manner. Seeing this side of her was beyond endearing. I loved what I felt, regardless of what I called myself, I wanted more, even if I wasn't completely sure what that was.
"Yes... yes... please. I think I would like that" I managed to stammer, worried that it sounded like begging.
Lauren slipped her hand into mine, pulling me behind her gently, which felt the opposite of the sensation when she pulled me into the corridor. Everyone and everything else was a blur, I thought I heard Lauren say something but I couldn't be sure. She opened the passenger side door once we reached her car and, taking my hand, helped me into the seat. Since I felt a bit wobbly it was a smart move, but it had a sweet romantic feel to it, like I mattered, like I was important, which made my eyes water a bit.
The drive to her house -- I had been expecting an apartment -- was quiet, I felt her slip her hand into mine, so we held hands for the duration of the twenty minute or so drive. Lauren locked the door behind us as we walked inside and immediately dropped everything and pushed me back against the wall, kissing my neck.
"You seemed to love being pressed into the wall like this," Lauren whispered, kissing my neck and making me moan, which was probably a good enough answer for her in that moment. Biting my neck playfully, she added, "you are so gorgeous ... I want you ... want to ... taste you."
I felt her hands slide up my front and gently cup my breasts as she kissed down my neck an inch at a time. The buildup was excruciating, I had goosebumps, and my skin tingled as Lauren’s explored my body. When I felt her nuzzle between my breasts and kiss me there, I uttered a long and deep moan. Her caresses were soft and slow, perfect and delicious. Lauren showered deeply sensual wet kisses all over the parts of my body revealed by my dress. After a few minutes I felt her slide the straps of my dress off my shoulders and pushed the fabric down to expose my bra. My nipples were erect, poking through the thin fabric. Lauren found each nipple and began to tease them with her fingers. I felt as though I was falling as my erotic side began to take control. Then Lauren’s hands reached around to unfasten my bra and then gently pulled it off. The cool air made my exposed nipples harden and my body shivered in response to it.
Lauren wrapped her soft, full lips around my nipple and began sucking gently. All I could do in response was lean my head back and gasp.
"Oh fuck yes... yes... just like that!" I said in a shouted whisper, a little taken aback at how easily I was asking for her to make love to me.
Her technique was mind blowing, soft but firm, her tongue swirling around the nipple and areola in a way that sent shivers from one end of me to the other. Within a few minutes I could feel my second orgasm of the night begin to build. Lauren could sense my arousal and whispered “Not yet.” She straightened up slowly, her fingers gently caressing my nipple as she gave me another kiss.
"Come with me," she whispered with a smile, as she led me up the stairs to what I was certain was her bedroom. If I had any thoughts of backing out, this was the point of no return. But I knew that I passed that point back in the hallway.
Once inside, Lauren started kissing my neck again, my hands slipping around her waist. "Oh I love how you kiss my neck," I moaned, unable to keep from speaking.
"No one knows a woman's body like another woman. We know every secret spot and how to love it properly. Just ... enjoy," she said.
I felt her unzipping my dress, letting it fall away, her hands moving over every inch of exposed skin on my back. My skin was on fire from her caresses, and I moaned as I felt the sensations.
Without letting her lips leave my neck, Lauren wriggled out of her dress, her breasts visible in the dim light, small and lovely in a tight black lace bra, her pussy covered by a matching thong that looked equally sexy. "Your body looks amazing," I gasped.
Grinning, she backed up and slid her bra straps down an inch at a time, slowly, teasingly, deliberately. Peeling the lace downwards, Lauren gave me an unobstructed view of her breasts for the first time, making me unconsciously lick my lips. They were amazing, supple, olive toned, and capped with dark puffy nipples that made them look more gorgeous. In one quick motion, she unhooked her bra and let it fall away, pressing her lips to mine again as she removed my bra as well.
Lauren moaned deeply into my mouth as our breasts pressed together, the feeling overwhelming my senses and almost making me come on the spot. Every inch where they touched tingled, our hardened nipples rubbed, and the sensation was driving me wild. I had never experienced a more powerful ache for a lover before, and certainly never imagined it ever happening with a woman. I felt her gently lay me back on the bed, scooting me up until my head rested on a down pillow that smelled like jasmine.
Lauren began kissing down my body, starting at my neck, moving slowly downwards, past my breasts, to my tummy, and paused as she reached the spot between my legs, staring at my most intimate place. I parted my legs giving Lauren an unmistakable invitation to go down on me, almost begging her to. She slowly peeled my lace panties off and gasped as she gazed on my very wet, shaved pussy.
"Oh, you are so wet, so very sexy. Can I go down on you?" she groaned. Her eyes met mine, asking me if I was sure about it. Once I nodded, Lauren gently nuzzled between my legs; I jumped at the sensation of having a woman between my legs. And then I felt her lips press against my pussy, giving me the most sensual kiss I had ever felt.
Lauren's hands slipped to my hips as she slowly pushed her tongue inside me, making me moan and arch my back. "Oh ... oh ... my ... that feels ... so fucking ... good" I moaned, feeling her chuckle as her tongue began moving in and out of me. My hands caressed her hair as she increased the tempo, my hips moved and gyrated in response to her actions. I lost myself in the feelings, in the arousal, in the moment. I was completely hers and loving every second of the pleasure she was giving me. Nothing compared to how great it felt, and I knew then that I wanted this feeling again and again in the future. A woman was eating my pussy and I was enjoying it without any hesitation.
My mind was spinning out of control and my body was equally unfettered from any shred of inhibition. I just surrendered to the moment: it was all desire, all fire, all sweet lust. "Oh yes, Lauren, make me come" I said through gritted teeth, my hands forcing her face against me as much as I could, making her redouble her efforts.
Lauren moved her mouth up to my clit, kissing it and gently teasing it with her tongue, as she slid two fingers inside me, making me arch my back and groan with pleasure. My hips gyrated with her fingers, wanting more of her talented tongue and fingers. Within a few minutes, I could feel my orgasm returning. My erotic side had taken over and let me relax and enjoy the sensation of this orgasm as it built. Lauren was sucking my clit in and out of her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. Her fingers were buried deep inside my pussy; I could feel my pussy muscles begin to clench and my juices began to ooze onto my legs. I was gasping for breath; Lauren had worked into an incredibly high state of arousal.
And then she bit my clit.
Instantly, my orgasm slammed into me, wreaking havoc over every bit of my body and mind. I heard myself calling Lauren’s name over and over. Some part of my rational mind knew it was the first time I had ever uttered another woman's name during a climax, a lesbian. And I knew that I would never be the same after that. But at the moment all that mattered was my pleasure. I saw stars and felt like I lost consciousness for a moment, slumping back onto the bed panting wildly.
When the world came back into focus, I saw Lauren's face just above mine, smiling. She used her index finger to push a few stray hairs out of my face, kissing me gently.
"Are you okay? I swear you fainted or something."
Feeling so connected to her; I raised my hand to her cheek. "More than okay, seriously, that was the most amazing thing I ever felt ... I’ve never ever came that hard before."
Lauren kissed my hand and winked at me. "Best kept secret is that women know what feels good ... where it feels good ... and how it feels good."
I nodded, moving my mouth to her neck, feeling an irresistable urge to kiss her. I could feel our nipples brushing. "Oh that's good, just like that, see, you know the spots," she whispered. I started kissing and nibbling her neck. I ran my hand up her side, and felt the curve of her breast brush against it. Not even asking permission, I cupped her breast in my hand, the first time I ever felt the sensation
of touching another woman’s. I loved the softness and sensuality.
After a few moments, I felt her cup her own breast as she slipped her silky fingers around my head, lining my mouth up with her nipple and pushing me to it. Lauren groaned, more loudly than I had heard her do so far, prompting me to suck gently, swirling my tongue around, lost in the moment, wanting nothing more than to please her.
"That's it, oh don’t stop."
I felt a deep shiver ripple up my spine; hearing her aroused voice excited me so much. I could smell her scent. Somehow knowing
that I was the cause of her deep arousal excited me. All I wanted was to hear her moans of excitement. I moved to her other nipple as my hand tease the one I had just left. I loved the feeling of her nipple in my mouth, loving her reactions. I did not want to stop. As Lauren shuddered and moaned again, her legs parted a bit, not as any sort of signal to me, but more because of her squirming. I could smell the scent of her sex, making me shiver and breaking the connection with her breasts.
I twisted my body, causing Lauren to roll on to her back, I slipped my knees between her legs, pushing them apart even more. As I started slowly kissing down her stomach, she seemed to realize what was happening. She grabbed my face to halt my progress. "No, it's ok baby, you don't have to ... I don't expect ... a straight girl ... to want to..." she began, though the look in her eyes was almost pleading me to do the opposite.
“I want to go down on you” I said in a sexy voice, wondering where that voice came from.
Lauren shook her head, trying to hold me in place. I pulled back and smiled, as if taking her request to heart, and then dropped my head between her legs before she could react. I grabbed her hips and put my face just inches from her, fascinated by what I saw, and turned on by her scent. Nothing was going to stop me from tasting her pussy. Nothing would keep me from pleasing her.
I kissed her glistening labia, finding the taste a bit milder than my own but still appealing, and planted my lips on hers in what must have seemed like a lesbian French kiss to her pussy. Lauren arched her back, thrusting her hips and pushing me ever deeper against her. When I felt her fingers in my hair I knew there would be no more resistance, no matter how compassionate. I pushed my tongue deep inside her like a snake, swirling and thrusting, making her gasp and grind against my face harder. Thinking about how I liked to be eaten, I began licking up and down in a smooth motion, drinking her in, taking her juices inside me, making her yelp. I let my lips and tongue explore every inch of her except her clit, knowing how sensitive mine was and wanting to delay her orgasm as long as possible.
"Ohhh yes. Don't stop, you are doing... so... well..." she hissed, just making me lick her up and down more rapidly, desperate to keep tasting her but wanting it to last. Finally, when neither of us could take it anymore, my tongue went over her clit, making her jump, moaning loudly. I wrapped my lips around her spot and began sucking and swirling my tongue around it, making her shriek and almost scream. Lauren's hips started moving in a rhythm against my face, her hands forcing my head and grinding relentlessly.
All at once, Lauren leaned her head back and arched her body upwards, my lips still sucking on her clit.
"Oh fuck... fuck... yeah... make me come, Christine," she gasped, her body thrashing out of control, whimpering, pulling my hair almost painfully, riding the wave of pleasure out until she sank back down on the bed. Once she regained her composure, she pulled me up and settled my head on her shoulder, draping one leg over mine.
Stroking my hair, she giggled and said, "I’m not going to lie, that's where I wanted you all night, but straight girls almost never go down on another woman. But being your first... my that's sexy." Her lips met mine again, giving me a wet kiss that I moaned deeply into, wanting more of her, more of what we were feeling together.
"Oh I need to fuck you. I mean really fuck you," Lauren said, her voice deeply hungry. She rolled me slowly so I was face up, crouching like a tiger about to pounce on her prey. I nodded, not even completely sure what she intended. I felt her lift my leg, kissing along it slowly, smiling like she had some incredible secret to share with me. Lauren lifted her own leg, making me think she might straddle my hip like before, but instead she gradually lowered herself down on me, pussy to pussy, bodies joined. It was by far the most amazing sensation I have ever felt, the warmth, the wetness, the passion, the hunger, a world I never imagined actually existed.
Lauren shifted her position a couple of times, until her lips enveloped mine, molding us together in an erotic kiss that I knew was only possible with another woman. No man could give me this, just another woman, and I relished the feeling of her taking me. Her hips began moving, initiating an erotic lesbian dance with her body leading mine. I could hear Lauren's pussy grind into mine with wet squishing noises and a new scent that I didn't recognize, finally realizing it was us... our combined scent.
I gripped her as best I could, meeting every thrust of her hips, grinding not on her but into her, feeling so on fire that all I wanted was it never to stop. She was fucking me, and I was eagerly returning every movement of her body.
"Yes, yes fuck me, Lauren. Fuck me. Fuck me" I cried, nearly shouting. I just wanted her pussy to swallow mine whole and the rest of me with it. I felt her kiss me aggressively, I opened my lips wide and surrendered my mouth for her to possess, feeling her suck on my tongue.
Within a few moments, I felt an orgasm building and started panting.
"Mm yes that's it, give in, give in and come for me. Come as I fuck you, baby."
Hearing her encouragement triggered my body to surrender, and I felt the orgasm wash over me like a gigantic warm wave, I moaned, saying words I couldn't even remember later, flooding the space between us with more warm fluid from my body. Feeling that, Lauren came in response, adding her own rush of juices, the sensation of which just lengthened my orgasm all the more.
Neither of us stopping, our pace continued, grinding, sliding in our shared wetness, kissing and rubbing while gyrating against one another. Another set of smaller orgasms triggered for us both, we sought one more with some frustration, so overcome with fatigue that we just wrapped around one another, breathing heavily, feeling satisfied.
Lauren kissed my forehead, caressing my face and smiling. "You ok?" she asked, almost in a whisper.
"More than ok, that was amazing, I had no idea..." I replied.
"For a straight girl, you are an amazing lesbian lover," she said, almost laughing. "Of course, that begs the question if you are even straight at this point."
I laughed, aware of the irony, but not entirely sure of the answer. "Well, I know one thing, this was the most amazing and satisfying sex ever. Maybe not straight, is that a good enough answer?"
I turned to look at Lauren, and saw that her eyes were closed, clearly overcome with the intensity of our time together, forcing me to smile and giggle quietly. I snuggled into her, letting sleep take me, satisfied in the most amazing way possible. I looked forward to more time together, glad to explore this side of me that I never had before.
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