"Well, you know about me and sex, about not touching, just - nothing. But the pictures, so many women, all touching, all happy; I felt something inside. Then she started on herself! She shouted, "Come on girls!" Or something. I couldn't look. I looked away; that's when I caught someone's eye. We both were, well, embarrassed. We both got the giggles.
"Later in the night they played videos. "Xena, Warrior Princess" and something else old, a police lady with big hair. I was at the bar between episodes and there was the girl I'd seen before. We had another laugh together, we got talking. Turns out, she was just like me in many ways. No sex. No thought of it. No brothers with cocks to see. She was Middle-eastern I think, so maybe, it wasn't discussed.
"We watch Xena and cheer the bad acting. We talk and talk and talk. About family, courses, life, clothes. Our bodies. We have another drink, then another. I don't know when, but we made a pact, to explore our bodies, and tell the other one what we found. Yeah, pretty mad, but it made sense at the time."
"Suddenly it's really late. No more buses home for me. Talaya shared a house not so far away, so we caught a taxi to her place. All I remember of the trip is her teaching me "I am Woman" while we waited outside for the cab. I am woman, hear me roar, in numbers too big to ignore!
"At her house we stumbled around and she took the cushions off the couch. She put them in her room and put the heater on. I sat on the cushions. She was sitting on the bed. We stared at each other. "This is it, isn't it," she said. We knew it was. The exploring.
"She put on this Middle-eastern music and started to dance. The music had long flowing lines, and that's how she moved. She swirled and spun, even shook her hips like a belly dancer. she wore a longish skirt , she could make it swing one way then the other with the music. She stretched her arms up, then slid them down her front and sides . She had long hair like me, and she rolled her head round to make it swing, like willow branches. When she turned off the main light her bed light put shadows and lights across her arms. It was the most beautiful, sensuous thing I've seen in my life.
"And the music! Haunting, longing music from far away countries. I found out later what was playing. It's called an oud, a bit like a guitar. The music and the dance was just right together."
Thien paused. Her foot tucked under my balls paused. She had a faraway look as she remembered. I had heard an oud played before, so I had an idea of what she was saying.
"She dance and dance. For how long, I don't know. Then in the middle of it she just moved her hands up in the dance and took off her top, over her head. She came down and undid her bra. I saw my first boobs for real, big and round, rolling free. Big dark nipples. She wore a gold chain that lay across her collarbone and it glinted as she turned. Her skin and her eyes, her graceful hands, they were magic. She danced like a goddess from ancient times. Her shoulders rocked, her boobs swung when she danced. Not like mine."
"Yours are wonderful," I interrupted. She blushed slightly. She's a bit self-conscious about them, I realized.
"I remember my nipples tingled when I saw hers. She put her hands out to me. I got up and danced to that music. We danced together, my little boobs facing her big ones. It just seemed natural to take my top off. Talaya just nodded with her eyes half-closed.
"My bra. Do I take it off? Part of me said, oh yes, part of me was horrified. Talaya's smile settled it. I took it off. She said, "Thank you. It's my decision to do this, but it's easier when you're with me." I couldn't say anything.
"She brushed her boobs, stroked them and lifted them. The gold chain danced on top. She held her nipples between her fingers. She stroked her chest and neck. She was so sexy. She rolled her hips around, forwards, back. Then she sat down and rolled her head slowly back. She was running her hands up her skirt by now. I could faintly smell her sweat, and another smell, arousal.
"I was in jeans, sitting opposite. Suddenly I wanted to be part of this. I stood up and took my jeans off. She slid her skirt off. We stared at each other, then slowly, together, slid our panties off. I'll never ever forget that, her dark bush and mine, her boobs rising and falling, her mouth open. Her scent, my scent. Then we sort of, did the same things. She opened her legs, I opened mine. She spread her pussy lips - they were bigger than mine. We found our clits - hers small for such a bigger pussy. And the little hood over it. She said it was so sexy to watch me as well as touch herself. It was for me too. All those years, now I knew, this was how it should be. It should be pleasure for me. We laughed, we said 'fuck' and 'cunt' and 'arse'.
"Then Talaya just started strumming her clit. Just like that. I had to get closer, so I knelt in front of her. And I started to stroke her legs, they were so smooth. She was sighing with pleasure. Then she lifted her legs up so I could see and smell her whole pussy. Her hairs came down her lips and curled gently around her anus. She took my hand and put it on her crack, down low. She was pushing it down, while her two fingers worked her clit. She was panting, and I was getting hot too. Her pussy lips had got bigger and thicker; I spread them and watched the inner lips getting pulled by her fingers on her clit. Her vagina was moving, opening, so wet. I couldn't take my eyes off it.
"Inside," she breathed. "Fuck me with your fingers." She was panting by now. I crawled my hands inside her thighs and slid one finger in. It went in so easy... I could feel the walls of her vagina, they seemed to widen inside, so I put two fingers in. Talaya was loving it, making whimpering noises.
" I put a finger on her anus, it seemed to be flexing, moving as well. I pushed and it went in. Her eyes opened wide, then squeezed shut as she came. She started to scream, then just froze with her mouth open. Then this huge gasp. Her juices came out, so clear like your precum, and she smelled different. she lay back on the bed, laughing and thanking me. That's why I thought you might like my finger too. You're a lot bigger than Talaya."
"I have to say I was pretty surprised, but yeah I liked it. In fact, it was incredible."
"So. That was last year, and you're my first boy. Good timing!" Thien spoke absently, as if to herself. She was reliving that night. It gave me a chance to really study her. (I know, I should have before now, but we'd been too caught up with... our activities.) She was slim all over, a slim figure, small face and hands, small mouth, skin a beautiful honey colour. Long jet-black hair. What was startling were her eyes: dark brown, they changed with her mood, dreamy then intense, naughty then tender.
