The remainder of the evening passed rather uneventfully, as far as Ashleigh was concerned. They ate dinner, cleaned up the kitchen, then Ashleigh took her shower and changed into an outfit similar to Sharon's. Returning to the living room, Sharon welcomed her with a wolf whistle. Ashleigh settled herself into the chair opposite Sharon and they began to talk.
When Ashleigh mentioned the tennis invitation, Sharon immediately offered to teach her some basic tennis over the weekend. Sharon described last year's tournament in some detail, complete with funny stories about the players mis-hits including her own. By ten o'clock both women were beginning to tire. Sharon finally yawned and stretched languidly, suggesting it was time to go to bed.
Ashleigh realized her stomach was doing flip-flops as she followed Sharon down the hallway. In mere moments, she would be in bed with a woman for the first time. The thought suddenly made her stop in her tracks. She quickly recovered her composure, but her internal nervousness increased tenfold.
Once in the bedroom, Sharon asked her which side of the bed she preferred, since it was her bed after all. Ashleigh indicated her preference and they moved to their respective sides.
Comfortably settled under the covers, Sharon leaned over and kissed Ashleigh lightly on the mouth. Her left hand moved to Ashleigh's belly, lightly caressing her.
Ashleigh responded warmly to the kiss and a shiver ran though her when she felt the caress on her belly. Sharon continued the kiss, running her tongue around Ashleigh's mouth and nibbling on her lower lip.
Ashleigh's breathing increased and she began to whimper. Sharon continued caressing her belly, her fingertips coming dangerously close to Ashleigh's pubic hair and the sensitive clit lying just below. Sharon covered Ashleigh's thigh with her own, increasing the heat of their encounter. Ashleigh began moaning aloud, paralyzed by the fear of their encounter on one hand while at the same time silently begging Sharon to increase her ardor.
Sharon began quietly whispering to Ashleigh.
"Relax, sweetheart, let it happen. You like the way this feels, don't you? You just relax and let me do the work. I'll help you get there. Tell me what you want, sweetheart, anything you want."
As she continued whispering to Ashleigh, Sharon slid her hand lower. Her fingers slid over the protective lips of Ashleigh's clit and caressed the now swollen lips of her distended pussy.
Ashleigh spread her legs as wide as she could, giving Sharon complete access to her secret places. She began writhing beneath Sharon's touch, raising her hips to establish harder contact with Sharon's soft fingers. Sharon moved her hand upward, passing Ashleigh's clit without touching it directly. Ashleigh raised her hips again to try to force Sharon to touch her, but the hand continued it's upward climb.
Moments later, Sharon's fingertips were caressing Ashleigh's nipples - first one then the other. Ashleigh was beside herself. She was breathing heavily though her nose, her eyes were closed, her nipples stood straight up under Sharon's loving caresses.
Her muscles began to tense, as Sharon increased the pressure on her nipples. Sharon began moving her hand downward again and Ashleigh moaned aloud.
"Please, please, please." she whimpered.
Sharon moved her fingers downward, through the nest of pubic hair and invaded the protective covering of Ashleigh's clit. As her fingertips touched the hard button, Ashleigh's hips leapt from the bed. Sharon caressed Ashleigh's clit lightly, then applied more pressure to the second caress. Ashleigh held her breath, tensed every muscle of her body and concentrated on reaching her first orgasm.
After a few more caresses, Sharon dipped her finger into Ashleigh's dripping pussy and began to finger fuck her rapidly. Ashleigh burst over the edge of a monstrous orgasm, gasping and moaning, thrashing about on the bed.
In her release she reached for Sharon and held her close, pressing her hips hard against Sharon's hand and squeezing her thighs together. Several long moments later, she began to relax as the orgasm passed. Sharon kissed Ashleigh lightly on the mouth, her tongue running lightly over the other woman's lips. She kissed her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, and finally her mouth again.
"Sleep now, sweetheart," She whispered, "You've had your first lesson." Sharon disentangled herself and rolled over.
Ashleigh woke first the next morning. She slipped out of bed and quietly went to the kitchen. She started a pot of coffee and checked the refrigerator for ingredients for breakfast. She gathered orange juice, butter and bread for toast, and eggs on the counter then found her skillet. When the breakfast food was ready, she delivered a plate for Sharon to the bedroom, opening the door with her foot.
"Good morning, love" she said, "time to rise and shine."
She moved to Sharon's side of the bed and waited for Sharon to wipe the sleep from her eyes. In a few moments, Sharon realized what Ashleigh was holding and adjusted her position on the bed. Once she was settled, sitting up against a pillow, Ashleigh placed the tray table in front of her. In the same movement, Ashleigh turned and kissed Sharon warmly on the mouth. Sharon moaned and returned the kiss.
"Wow, what a way to wake up. The food looks delicious, almost as good as you taste, thank you."
"It's my turn to thank you." Replied Ashleigh. "I had a wonderful time last night. Now eat your breakfast while I shower, then I'll eat while you get ready. We do have to go to work today, you know."
As Ashleigh headed for the shower, Sharon dug in to the breakfast. After she had eaten and returned her tray table to the kitchen, Sharon began to lay out her clothes for work.
As the two women passed each other, they touched fondly and kissed lightly, affirming that they were each feeling good about their new relationship but aware of the pressures of the day ahead.
Finally ready to leave, they embraced each other at the door to the outside world. Sharon reminded Ashleigh of their agreement to get together over the weekend for tennis lessons. Ashleigh boldly added that she wanted lessons in love as well.
Ashleigh drifted through Thursday at work as though she were on a cloud. Nothing ruffled her feathers and everything seemed to go well. Suddenly, at about four in the afternoon, she remembered that Tom was taking her out to dinner tonight.
Tom arrived at her door at six. When she opened the door, he gallantly bowed and presented her with a dozen red roses. When he straightened up, all he could do was stare. Ashleigh was dressed in a simple nearly see though white blouse and a short, body hugging skirt. She didn't wear a bra and her nipples were plainly visible through the light material of the blouse.
"Oh Tom, they're gorgeous, thank you." She gushed.
She took the flowers from his hand and reached to kiss him warmly.
"Please come in and let me put these in some water before we go." She turned and led him into her apartment. He stood in the doorway for a moment watching her walk away from him, his temperature rising with each sexy step.
As she tended to the roses, he looked around appreciatively at her neat apartment. It was tastefully decorated but not overdone, much more feminine than his own house, and very comfortable. As a salesman, he was an excellent observer of his environment and was gratified to find he was very comfortable here in her world. Unlike some of his former girlfriends, Ashleigh seemed to really fit into his world, at least so far. This thought brought a huge smile to his face.
As she arranged the flowers in the vase, Tom stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her waist. He leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck, causing her to sigh and lean backward against him. He turned her to face him and she raised her arms to encircle his neck. They kissed deeply, mouths open, tongues dancing, then he lightly sucked on her lower lip. Ashleigh was in heaven, holding him tightly to her, pushing her hips forward onto his hardening cock.
When the kiss ended, they just smiled at each other without moving. Finally, Tom loosened his hold on her and suggested it was time they left for the restaurant because his reservations were at seven.
Dinner was at a very elegant restaurant complete with strolling musicians. Tom tipped the musicians to serenade Ashleigh with a lovely love song while they awaited their food. He ordered wine and they sipped while they ate. The food was delicious and the sexual tension was rising with each passing moment. By the end of the dinner, Ashleigh was a little tipsy but it only added to the magic of the moment.
