Welcome to Natalie's House.
The Natalie's House series will feature a wide variety of kink and fetish entries, so check the tags and descriptions before diving into each one. This one hints at some very mild incest that will be further explored in part two.
Check out Friday Night Delight for an early entry in this series but be warned it has some specific peeing/spitting kink that isn't to everyone's taste.
As with most things that I write this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about pandemics, std's, or the need for birth control.
Featuring:
Natalie: A single woman that I met online a few years ago. She and I have begun a lesbian relationship.
Noah: A twenty-one-year-old virgin. He's a college senior, and Natalie's nephew.
Isabella Emily: A wife, a writer, a pervert, a pleasure seeker, and your humble escort through this story.
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As usual my husband is home with the kids, having a Friday evening of video games and junk food. He knows I've gone out of town to visit a friend and won't be home until Sunday afternoon. He is aware that I'm sexually exploring with another female even though he doesn't know her name or any details about her.
He doesn't ask any prying questions in exchange for my letting him explore a bit as well. So far it's worked out great for us both. As individuals we're growing and having fun, and as a couple we're fucking as much as we did on our honeymoon. Maybe even more.
My friend's name is Natalie and she and I met nearly two years ago in a kink chat room. After months of chatting, and then voice chatting through Skype, we decided that we were ready to spend some time together in the real world. She's far more sexually experienced than I am and wanted a female friend with benefits where she could play sexually, without any romantic or relationship attachments springing up. I hadn't been with a female in a sexual way in several years and wanted someone to explore with.
Within forty-eight hours of meeting for lunch mid-way between her house and mine, we took the next step and spent an afternoon in a hotel room. I was shyly the recipient of pleasure that afternoon, sitting against the headboard and clutching pillows with my skirt bunched around my waist while she explored every inch between my legs with her fingers, lips, and tongue. She gave me so many intense orgasms that I could hardly walk out to my car on my own.
That Friday night I went to her house for our first overnighter, and it was a night of slow eroticism, with lots of candlelit cuddling, touching, licking, kissing, rubbing, caressing, sucking, soft moans, and loud screams as we took turns causing each other's bodies to be wracked by orgasmic tsunamis.
Finally, after so many years of trying to convince myself it had just been a college phase I admitted to myself that I crave the taste of aroused cunt as much as I lust after hard cock.
Ever since we've met as often as possible. Sometimes on weekends, sometimes during the day, and once for a delicious four-day weekend where we left our hotel room only twice for food. Sometimes I push my sexual boundaries as she urges me to try new things, and sometimes I ask to try things with her that I've always fantasized about.
Sometimes we don't try anything new, just staying in bed, repeating all the sexual things that we've come to love sharing with one another, losing track of our orgasms as we pant and moan in her king sized bed.
No matter what we do I always leave satisfied, with my clit tingling, my nipples pleasantly sore, and the taste of her delicious pussy lips lingering on my tongue.
I pulled into her driveway as the sun was setting. I felt a flush of lustful anticipation course through me. I grabbed my overnight bag from the backseat and approached the front porch, my heart thumping in anticipation. No matter how many times I knock on her door I still get butterflies.
However before I could knock the door opened, and Natalie was standing there, smiling at me with a look that was equal parts wholesome and seductive minx. I pulled open the storm door and stepped into her house, and felt her arms wrap around me as she pushed the front door shut and locked it.
Her lips found mine, and we kissed passionately, spending several long seconds pressed against each other in her foyer.
Her hands wander all over my body, staying outside of my clothes. But when her fingers began to lightly knead my pussy lips and clit through my yoga pants I knew that my first orgasm of the evening would take very little effort.
Finally she broke the kiss and pulled my bag from my shoulder. I could feel my wet arousal spread across my vagina, and I nearly moaned in anticipation.
"C'mon in." she said softly. "Let's sit for a few minutes."
"Sure." I smiled at her. "I need to unwind after that drive."
"Was it bad?" she asked.
"No, just rainy and frustrating." I replied, taking off my coat and hanging it on her coat tree. "It will do me good to sit quietly for a few minutes."
Sitting with her is one of my favorite things. We sit and talk, slowly working the conversation around to sex while undressing each other with our eyes and anticipating physical contact. By the time one of us reaches for the other we're usually both so horny that our first orgasms happen on the couch or the floor of the hallway before we even get to the bedroom.
She set my bag on her recliner and we snuggled up together on the couch, our fully clothed bodies pressed together.
"Remember when we talked the other morning?" she asked softly.
"You said you had a question to ask me?" I answer. "Ask away."
"Remember when you told me that one of your fantasies involved taking a young man's virginity and teaching him all about pleasure?" she asked.
"I do. It's something that I've fantasized about a lot over the years."
"Well I have a nephew. My older sisters son. His name is Noah and he goes to college near here. I'm the only family he's got within two hundred miles and over the past few years he and I have gotten kind of close." She said.
"Go on." I prompted her.
I had an idea where this conversation was going and a flush of heat spread through my chest.
"He was pretty sheltered while he was growing up. The only reason his parents let him move so far away from home for college was because I lived out here and could keep an eye on him. He and I have had dinner together almost weekly for the past three years. We've gotten to the point where we talk about everything. And I do mean everything."
She was using her fingertip to trace figure eights on my forearm, and I let a slight shiver of delight move through my body.
"Last week," she continued, "he turned twenty-one and I bought him a few drinks to celebrate."
"And.....?" I asked, erotic hope running through me.
"He's a virgin. He has almost no experience with girls and is pretty shy about sex." She answered. "He's a good looking kid and has a great sense of humor. He's not socially awkward or strange or weird or anything. He's been out on several dates but he's just never really gotten any of them further than making out."
She pointed to the mantle above her fireplace, and I saw the picture she was pointing at. It was her with a young man who was a bit taller than her. He was boyishly handsome, as if he'd grow into his looks and be a real head turner by the time he was thirty.
