"So we'll ask him." There was a loaded pause. "But we should make sure it's really, really great."
Lynne was puzzled. From her experience, all threesomes were great as far as guys were concerned. That is, all the girl-girl-guy ones. Most of the guys she'd tried it with really weren't into the two-guys thing so those usually didn't work all that well for her. The two who had been into it weren't so much into her, alas. But sex was sex.
Rebecca saw Lynne's confusion and explained, "We should practice, you and I. That way, when we do it with him, we'll be comfortable with each other." Again, she paused for effect. "Trust me; three-ways can get awkward."
Lynne agreed. Put that way, Rebecca's proposal sounded quite reasonable. And all this talk of Ted and sex had her turned almost all the way on. She had become so aroused that she'd never make it home without a trip to the lady's room to get herself off. (Yes, she did masturbate. Sometimes, finding someone else was just too much bother.) Though her breasts were not large, her nipples were prominent. Now they were betraying her. She tightened the towel around her as her vagina clenched involuntarily at the thought.
"Ok," she relented.
Rebecca looked excited too. "Great!" She took Lynne's hand and had her stand up. She began to walk away and Lynne followed obediently, clutching her towel. She wasn't shy and never had trouble being nude around the other women at the gym, especially going to or from the showers. She usually wasn't so obviously turned-on, though. The terry cloth rubbed against her erect nipples and the sensation was at once pleasant and irritating.
"Here," said Rebecca, opening the door to a small room. There were some cubbies along one wall, and a bench. A couple of workout mats stood rolled-up in one corner.
"What's this?"
"It's one of the private changing rooms. I always sign-up for one at the start of the term."
"You can't be shy!" Lynne wouldn't believe it.
"Not a bit." Rebecca actually loved strutting around the locker room in various stages of undress, though as far as she was concerned, many of the patrons looked much better in their clothes than while changing. "But a little privacy has its uses." She turned the door lock, ensuring their privacy.
"So you, um, fuck here?"
"What do you think the mats are for? Pilates?" She laughed softly and began to unroll one in front of the bench. By the time she'd added the second one atop the first, they made a decent-looking mattress.
Rebecca stood and reached for Lynne's towel. "Let me look at you," she said with a yank.
"Hey! No fair." Lynne acted more annoyed than she felt. She grabbed at Rebecca's towel but the smaller woman dodged her attempt. She continued studying Lynne with an appraising eye.
"Turn around," she ordered breathily. She admired her newest conquest's body. Lynne's long limbs and lovely bottom met with her full approval. "You are as pretty as I thought," she informed her guest.
Lynne blushed. She often heard that she was 'hot' but not usually that she was 'pretty.' She disliked her nose. It was wider than current fashion favored and had been broken once in the fall from a horse. Not that anybody else ever noticed that but to her, it stood out. She wished her hair were the nice, clear blonde of Rebecca's. Instead she was dishwater blonde and resorted to the occasional treatment to keep it lighter than its natural wont. Thus, she was thrilled to be called 'pretty.'
Rebecca reached up and brought Lynne's mouth down to her own. Their kiss lasted an age.
Lynne adored kissing but most guys weren't as into kissing as she was. Rebecca, by contrast, was, if anything, even more into it. She started with her mouth barely open, nibbling Lynne's fuller, pinker lips. When Lynne's mouth opened more, she probed gently with her tongue, running it across Lynne's pearly white teeth and just brushing her tongue.
Lynne followed Rebecca's lead for several minutes before asserting herself and exploring her bisexual lover's paler lips and then her mouth. After many minutes more, they opened their mouths fully and let their tongues explore as they would.
As they kissed, Lynne worked Rebecca's towel from around her. She reveled when Rebecca's soft breasts brushed her just below her own. Feeling another woman's hard nipples made her own stiffen even more. They were flushed to a gorgeous deep red, contrasting nicely with her pale skin.
When they finally broke their kiss, each woman looked at the other with wanton desire.
"Let me look at you," Lynne insisted of Rebecca.
Rebecca stepped back, entwined her arms over her head, and slowly began to turn, showing off all of her firm, athletic physique. This pose counteracted the ever-so-slight sag of her breasts and Lynne was transfixed by their loveliness. Unlike her own nipples, Rebecca's puffy nipples were so pale that had she been less aroused they'd hardly contrast with Rebecca's skin, which was even paler than Lynne's. When Rebecca ceased spinning, Lynne traced her finger lazily around each pale nipple.
"These are wonderful!" she exclaimed before she bent slightly to suckle them in turn.
Rebecca released a gratifying moan at Lynne's gentle, patient attention.
Though she had not sucked many women's breasts, she knew what she liked and treated Rebecca to an example. Rebecca had no complaints. Lynne reached around and alternated between gently stroking and squeezing Rebecca's firm ass cheeks.
A short while later, Rebecca pushed Lynne away from her. She loved the attention but her urge to control asserted itself. "Sit." She guided Lynne to the bench and then knelt down on the pads in front of her. Lynne instinctively opened her legs to offer herself to her equally-excited partner.
"I love your bush," commented Rebecca as she ran her fingers lightly through the golden brown tangle. Lynne kept it trimmed for her swimsuit but otherwise left it as God intended (not that she was a believer!) Rebecca traced her fingers down to Lynne's full outer lips. Even aroused as she was, her inner lips barely protruded beyond them. Rebecca licked her fingers and began to run them slowly up and down Lynne's slit. She eased her middle finger inside and gently explored the slick textures of her lover's cunt. When she withdrew, she was delighted to see the creamy secretions that bathed her finger.
She brought her hand just below her nose and inhaled slowly, savoring the scent that was at once new and familiar. Every woman was different but they were all the same too, she thought. Locking her amber-colored eyes on Lynne's blue ones, she ostentatiously wrapped her lips around the gooey finger and began to suck it clean.
When she had finished, she exclaimed, "Oh my God, girl. You are delicious!"
The compliment thrilled the taller blonde and made her more aware of her growing wetness. She was ready to be fucked.
Rebecca brought her mouth to Lynne's drooling pussy and began to gather those juices with languid strokes of her tongue.
Lynne shuddered, delighted by the sensations.
Rebecca kissed Lynne's ample outer lips all over before returning to suck softly on the inner ones, which were surprisingly dark for a woman so pale elsewhere. As she drew them open, the flaming pink within was revealed. In no hurry, Rebecca took her time to lick, kiss, and suckle each little bit of Lynne's pussy before she approached her ultimate goal.
Using her fingers, she carefully spread Lynne's lips, loving the feel of the golden brown pubic hair beneath her finger tips as she did so. She sighed admiringly when Lynne's clitoris showed itself. Swollen with her excitement, Lynne's clit was nicely prominent, barely covered by its little hood. Rebecca had seen many clits and this was among the larger of them. She thought it looked like a shiny pink almond. She opened her mouth above it and bathed it in her hot breath.
Lynne twitched at the unanticipated stimulation. She was anxious for release and reached for the blonde head between her thighs. Pulling Rebecca in tight, she commanded, "Eat me, dammit! Eat me!"
Rebecca gave a tentative lick and Lynne twitched again, more violently. She then settled in to find the right rhythm for Lynne. Starting slowly, she used the tip of her tongue, carefully keeping it soft, to probe all around the fat clit, using Lynne's breaths and moans as a guide to the best spot. She patiently tested many options before deciding which to go back too.
Then it was time to test speeds. She started with slow, gentle strokes, using the broad flat of her tongue, slowly increasing speed until she was flicking just the tip rapidly across the sensitive organ. Lynne's various vocalizations indicated that Rebecca had found the right approach.
