Gemma booked me in for her twenty-first birthday. I thought she wanted me to teach her to blow her boyfriend, Freddy.
By then Clover's Special Virginity Service had been doing a good trade for a year and a half, I'd taught dozens of girls - and boys - how to enjoy each other and had a fair few unexpected threesomes myself. There wasn't much I wanted to do that I hadn't already done. But it was pretty much heterosexual on my part until the evening that changed my skill set.
Gemma arrived alone, sweet and pretty in a white dress. She was small and blonde, with blue eyes, and she looked as if she ought to be picking flowers. her voice, though was unexpectedly deep and honeyed.
'Clover,' says she.' I need you to help me have an orgasm. I don't think I can. I never have.'
'Never?' I am horrified. Then I wonder... were you always a girl, Gemma?
In answer she whips her dress off and I see a white G-string and a pair of pert pretty tits. Always, she says sadly. 'But I am afraid I might be frigid. I thought a girl might understand, might show me what to do. Do you think you can?' Then she says, 'you only have to show me. I'm not expecting you to be gay.'
'You've never ever had an orgasm?' I think of all the masturbation I did before I hit eighteen.
She shakes her head and her tits wobble prettily as she gazes at me with beautiful blue eyes. A strange feeling comes over me. I look at her pert tits, with the rosy nipples. And the neat little V between her legs - all nicely shaved. I feel myself moistening. And I say, 'honey, you are just my specialty. You should get on the bed.'
She looked shocked. 'Oh no, I couldn't... I don't know about...'
I remembered my sessions with my cousin Georgie.
'Get on that bed, Gemma, or I may have to punish you...'
Her pupils dilated. Her tits erected. Okay... She lay. She sounded meek but her breathing was fast.
I slipped my clothes off, down to my G string, then I slipped hers off her. I wanted the full palette to work on.
She stared at my tits. 'Oh my God, Clover what are you going to do...?'
And then I said, 'I'm going to do whatever you tell me, honey. If you tell me, I'll do it. So you must be very specific That way I'll know what you like...'
'Anything?'
'Anything, honey. You're a total peach and I want to fuck you.'
She gasped. 'But I'm not gay'.
'Neither am I but we can still show each other what we might do if we were. Do you like the look of my tits?'
'Oh God yes.'
'Do you want to touch one?' I lower my tits to her face, and she slips her mouth around one nipple and suckles on it gently, then with a bit more force.
I moan and my clit heats instantly. You could fry eggs on it. 'Oh God, Gemma,' I said. I want to eat your pussy till you scream...'
And she looks at me from her sucking position and sets her teeth against my nipple for a second, pulling out me teat. then she says, 'Kiss me.'
I put my lips to hers, slipped my tongue into her mouth, laid my naked body on hers, and we started tonguing each other's mouths as if we were starving. I kissed her hungrily and lusciously. I realised I loved it - and so did she. I could feel her body starting to tremble. So was mine. She was soft and perfumed and beautiful and I wanted her pussy more than I wanted anything. We licked each other's tongues for a few minutes, I suppose, or maybe only half a minute, then we stopped. She was panting. I said 'Now what?'
Her voice was faint. 'My titties', she said.
'You want me to touch them...?'
Oh God, she said, I want you to suck on me and chew me and lick me and do everything to them..'.
And so I began. I know what to do with a pair of tits, I should do. So I started to chew and suckle on her titties.
She wriggled and gasped. 'Do that some more.'
So I did. Suck suck tweak tweak, gobble gobble lick lick. yum.