Of course, she knew what I wanted, what my pussy wanted. I hummed encouragement, as her tongue explored. When she chuckled in her throat, I recalled my delight the first time I licked Pat's pussy that way. Her tongue continued to discover everywhere it could go. When was she going to concentrate on arousing me?
"Oooh!" It wanted to explore there too? It was sliding down below my pussy. It did, she did! With hardly a hesitation, it explored around my asshole, When it contracted, her tongue found its center. Yeah, of course, she had liked that when my tongue probed in hers, and mine hadn't been the first one - her assistant professor's. She hummed, apparently enjoying how she could make it contract again. Then I heard a soft, surprised "uhnn!" and her tongue swept back up to my pussy, and now really did what it had been wanting, waiting for.
No more exploring, her tongue was doing the right things on my clitoris. I moaned involuntarily, and she nodded slightly and clamped her lips around it and sucked and licked. Any, every girl knew what a pussy really wanted that way, if she had let someone lick her own. Mary had, and was doing it.
When my hips twitched, she grasped them firmly, and her tongue moved even more arousingly. I had teased her a little at first, but I wanted my orgasm now; I had been aroused so long already, since I started licking her pussy. Between moans, I insisted: "Yeah!" "Like that!"
When I completely lost control of my hips, she hung onto them, keeping her mouth where I wanted it to be, until it gave me my orgasm, a wracking long one. Gasping and moaning, I finally pushed her head back, my body still convulsing. She relented, but then I felt her tongue lapping up over my vagina, lapping below it, as I sighed with more moans, recovering from the intensity of a perfect orgasm.
Her tongue lapped up again, and she raised her head, licking around her lips, and exclaimed softly: "God, I just love it, doing it and tasting you!"
"Not more than I loved how you did," I managed to reply.
"Give me more!" she almost demanded softly, and her mouth was back on my pussy.
I gasped, too surprised to object. Before my second orgasm overcame me, I recognized from her remark that her primary thought had been about her own pleasure at licking and tasting a pussy.
She got to, and I excused her selfish thought with my pleasure that she had given me another such good orgasm.
This time, when she had licked up everything she could, she surprised me by licking over my asshole again, then chuckling. She looked at me with a grin, and then rose up and dove down over me, planting her open mouth on mine, her tongue seeking mine. For a couple of breaths, our stomachs pressed together, then she raised her head with a smile and said again:
"God, I just love, doing it and tasting you! It is just so good!"
"It sure is; I know that, how you mean, and how good it was for me."
"And what you did for me," Mary agreed, rolling off me.
We moved around on the bed with our heads on the pillow. I wondered what we could say after that exchange. From the start, her first suggestions that we do something together, I hadn't expected that having sex together was what she had in mind, and hadn't thought about that, myself, only after
Pat had suggested it. Then I was suddenly curious if that was what Mary had been hoping all along. With me? Well, she had been right, I just hadn't known that I was like that - with another girl? A lesbian? No, just bisexual, very bi, and enjoying it!
I rolled on my side and reached over and held one of Mary's breasts. She purred with a nod, then almost snickered and said:
"I didn't think about that, how nice it would be to hold another girl's breast, hm-hmm, better, sucking a nipple. Hmm! Oh, kind of stupid, very, I just wanted to find out what he enjoyed so much."
"You sure must have."
"I did! I do, but what's stupid is that I was just enjoying - at first - what he had done. Of course, I knew it was arousing - very - for me, but at first I was just thinking about how it had been for him. He couldn't know how it felt for me. But then, when I licked you there, and it twitched, your - uh - asshole, I suddenly realized that I knew exactly how it was feeling for you, like it felt, when you did that, and mine twitched. Suddenly I recognized that I knew exactly what I was doing for you. God, that made it so arousing, suddenly. Very stupid of me that I had just been thinking about how it had been for him."
I squeezed her breast and nodded with chuckle, replying:
"But then you really knew what you were doing for me."
"God, yes! And my pussy did too, wanting to feel what I knew you were. It went all wet again."
"Like mine did, when I was licking yours."
"Probably. I was wanting to use my hand, but I had to hang on to your hips."
"You sure did, thank you."
"My pleasure. I also hadn't thought anything about how nice it is to hold another girl's naked body."
I squeezed her breast again with nod and "um-hmm," and then played with her nipple. It hadn't been aroused in the palm of my hand, but it was immediately stiff, when my fingers touched it. Mary moaned softly and murmured: "It's going to be all wet again, if you keep that up."
I did, humming, and she chuckled in her throat, again, when I fondled her near nipple. I was wondering what would happen next - something good - when she murmured again:
"Do you used both hands?"
"When my fantasy is about being fucked."
"Oh? Aren't they always?"
"Not as often since Pat and I were together."
"Mmmm, I guess not."
"And, well, as she and I discussed, we probably - surely - do it more by ourselves than with guys. Hm-hmm! For sure, before the first time with one."
"Yeah, of course, me too," Mary agreed with a snicker.
When I reached over to fondle her other nipple again, she chuckled and remarked:
"You want it to be wet."
"If you do," I agreed.
Mary hummed and slid her hand down her stomach. I couldn't see what she did, but she snickered again, then murmured hesitantly:
"Uh, did you and Pat do it to each other, uh, with you fingers?"
"Yeah, we were both curious how it felt in another girl's, about the same, of course."
"Of course," she agreed.
"You want me to?" I asked.
"You want to?"
"Why not? Yeah, of course. I guess we both used one hand."
"Hm-hmm! I'll rub."
"Yeah, like that," I agreed and slid my hand down over hers, passed her fingers on her clitoris. When I curled mine in, touching the bottom of her pussy lips, she moaned and spread her thighs, and my middle finger slid up between her pussy lips and found the wet mouth of her vagina. She gave an encouraging moan and drew her knees up, letting her thighs flop open. One rested on my legs, and I took it between mine. I was curious again, wondering if her vagina could feel noticeably different from Pat's and mine.
When my finger slipped in, and Mary gave a long, deeper moan, I forgot that, however, just delighting at how it felt, my finger exploring a little, firmer here, softer there. She moaned again, and I felt her fingers begin to rub under the base of my palm. When her pussy tightened around my finger, I felt mine contract, reminding me of what she was feeling.
"God, yes! Fuck me! Two," she murmured insistently. Of course, I was doing this for her. A second finger slipped in her slippery vagina, and they began to fuck, my whole hand moving, letting hers rub more vigorously, as she moaned.
"Yeah, like that - Uhnn! - better than my own," she exclaimed softly. I knew what she meant, that I could thrust my fingers deeper than she could have, than I could have in my pussy. Mine plunged in hers as deep and hard as they could.
I opened my eyes, realizing that they had been closed since my hand had joined hers. Her other hand was holding her far nipple. I leaned over and found her near one with my mouth and sucked and nibbled, enjoying her gasp and moan in response. I heard my hand slapping on her wet pussy. Then her thigh between mine began to twitch, and she began to gasp between her moans. When her hips began to rock, I tried to match the thrust of my fingers with their upward movement.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, ..." she suddenly began to mutter, and her hips moved more violently, then she almost cried out: "God! Yes!"
Her body convulsed, and my hand was almost splashing against her pussy; her vagina contracting again and again around my fingers. Success! I had helped give her such a good orgasm! Did she want me to continue fucking her? She had wanted three orgasms, when I was licking her pussy.
She was whimpering, but her fingers were rubbing again, so my wet hand also continued to move, and her body spasmed. Then suddenly she rolled towards me, her other thigh dropping down on mine, holding my hand still, as she gasped and moaned. Enough, but her vagina was still clutching. Involuntarily, my fingertips moved in response, and she shuddered. I managed to hold them still to let her recover.
Mary sighed with moans, and I also did in empathy, suddenly aware that my pussy was wet, but not as wet as hers. After a few moans, however, her thigh rose off mine, and her fingers began to rub again, more gently than before. She nodded with a soft "um-hmm," so I wiggled my fingers, and she repeated her "um-hmm." She wanted another one.
Our hands gave it to her. After only many seconds, she was again moaning, then gasping, and her body convulsed again. Her thigh clamped down on mine again, and our fingers stilled, as her other hand embraced me, holding us together boobs to boobs. I extricated my wet hand and embraced her, and our thighs squeezed together.
I wondered that the quiet Mary I knew from the office could be like I now knew she was. Quite waters run deep. Was she also wondering the same about me? Which of us had really been first to want to sleep together? "Sleep," have sex with each other? It didn't matter; we both had wanted it. She had wanted to discover what is was like to lick another girl's pussy like that assistant professor had licked hers, and I had wanted to enjoy again what I had with Pat.
"I don't usually talk like that," Mary murmured, distracting my thoughts, adding:
"That word, but you sure did, Thank you!"
