"We don't have to do this you know."
"We don't
have
to do anything. I want to do this. I want to do it with you." Saying those words - to Kat no less - felt nearly impossible. Pursuing a woman sexually was something I had never considered before, especially not my neighbor. Now, however, with her sitting on my bed, shirt pulled off and only a black, lace bra covering her otherwise naked torso, it felt so right. Watching Kat's body react as I ran my hands against her bare skin, her chest flushing red either from embarrassment or arousal. Regardless, her heavy breathing and gentle nibbling of her lower lip told me everything I needed to know; she wanted this. Any hesitance was for my sake, for fear of sending me down another spiral.
"I want to do it, too. I just... for your sake..."
She confirmed my suspicions, but I didn't let her finish. My lips quickly found her as I pulled her into a kiss. With my tongue in her mouth, she wouldn't be able to get out the final words of her sentence. The words that might snap me out of whatever this was and bring everything crashing down. This was much nicer anyway; her face so close to mine, the feeling of the warm air coming from her nose as she breathed. She smelled good, too. Like warm spices - cinnamon, maybe. I think it fit her well. A calming scent that reminded of you home, of comfort.
Comfort.
That was Kat to a tee.
While she kept her hands on my head, I let mine explore; I always did have a problem sitting still. I started at her butt, tracing the upper curve of her cheeks as I moved upwards, stopping once I found the clasp to her bra. It was easy enough to separate the metal hooks, causing the bra to slip from her chest and land between the two of us. Her reaction was minimal at first, with almost no recognition that I had done anything at all. When I gripped the two mounds of flesh in my hands, however, a sharp inhale escaped Kat's lips, followed by a slow, quiet moan as I began massaging.
Her breasts were smaller than mine, but not much. They were a nice size; a good handful but not enough to result in back pain. I couldn't help but momentarily break the kiss to get a good look at them. After all, this was the first time I had seen her without clothes on. This was the first time I had seen
any
woman without clothes on. In person, anyway; porn was different. That was an odd realization, to be honest.
Kat was the first woman I had seen naked.
It was difficult to express how that made me feel. Proud, maybe? Good, at the very least. I didn't get much time to think, however, as Kat quickly resumed the kissing.
I still wasn't positive that I liked women, but I liked
this
. I liked Kat
.
Maybe she was the exception to the rule. I'm sure Dr. Morse would disagree. Point out the repeating pattern of my attraction to women, how I was aroused by the porn she made me watch. But that was porn; it was supposed to turn you on. Besides, I was doing what she wanted me to do. She told me to pursue Kat. Or at least I think she did. At a minimum, it was implied. And in this moment, I'm glad I did. Everything felt so right; the way she was holding me, the way her lips felt against mine, the way her body tensed and shook as I teased her nipples. It felt good to make someone else feel this way.
I guess for Kat, though, this wasn't enough. The kissing had apparently grown stale as she was the one to now break the connection, pushing me down on the bed and straddling my body. It was a surprise to be sure, but not an unwelcome one. From this angle, I got a front-row seat to her panties - the same color and style as her bra. They weren't quite a thong - maybe more bikini style - but they left little to the imagination. Pulled tight, her puffy labia framed either side of the crotch which, in and of itself, didn't cover much, the sheer fabric giving a peak at her dark brown slit below. I could see it glistening, her entrance coated with her juices.
With my face only inches away, I could smell it, too. There was a slightly sharp aroma, but it was mostly musk - natural pheromones that were driving me crazy. It was similar to how a person smelled after the gym, but perhaps less harsh. Regardless, I wanted to dive in and taste another woman, I wanted to taste
Kat.
I had licked my fingers clean once or twice after masturbating, but I knew this would be different. Just from the look and smell of Kat's pussy, I knew it would taste divine. Like ice cream or candy; nothing like my own.
When she moved her panties to the side, it was almost too much to take. Without the barrier, I could fully appreciate Kat's perfect vulva. Her clit was relatively large and stood prominently above her opening. Below it, her labia majora were puffy and framed her vagina in a perfect diamond. Her labia minora were almost unidentifiable, their dark brown color the only thing allowing them to be distinguished from Kat's vibrant pink interior. And, as was apparent through her panties, she was absolutely drenched. Most of it was a translucent sheen between her labia, but a small trail of white cream was also leading down towards her sphincter.
"Still good?" she breathed, her voice getting caught in her throat slightly. It was clear she was desperate for my touch, for my tongue to dive into her slit, but she wasn't trying to rush into things. She was still worried about me, worried if
I
truly wanted this.
And I did. In that moment I wanted her more than anything else in the world. I wanted to latch onto her sex and never let go. I wanted to drink her sweet nectar. I wanted her to feel amazing, and
I
wanted to be the one who made it happen. She deserved this, even more so after having to deal with me for months on end. And - even if I didn't want to admit it - I
needed
this. I needed to finally accept who I was, and Kat was the woman I needed to do it with.
"Please." I swallowed the lump in my throat, locking my eyes with hers, deep brown and full of want. "I want this so bad; please just let me taste you."
Kat considered it, for a second, her head tilting to the side as she studied me. "Not yet," she answered, "Not like this."
I was ready to beg, to do anything she wanted me to, but Kat didn't give me a chance. She didn't wait for the go-ahead this time, instead just jumping in head first. I almost couldn't believe what was happening in front of me; somehow it seemed impossible. But, sure enough, I watched as she spread her slick lips and her urethra opened. It was as if time slowed as the stream started, the golden liquid first just trickling out before slowly rising in a shallow arc. My neck was coated first before she was able to adjust my aim, her stream now colliding with my cheeks and mouth.