Fantasy Becomes Reality

When my most recent relationship started, we discussed our sexual histories, fantasies, and desires. At some point, threesomes came up, more specifically, the fact that I had experienced them, and he had not.

We made it our mission to find a girl to have a threesome with. This began our journey into the swinging community. We started going to one of the clubs in our city, made friends with a handful of fun and sexy couples, and started going to sex parties regularly. This allowed me to explore my bisexual side, and the more I explored, the more I wanted to experience it.

However, there was something I was still longing for. I wanted so badly to have an experience with a girl one-on-one. I craved the feeling of sharing a passionate night with a woman, to be able to caress her smooth skin, trace my hands across her curves, and feel her soft, supple lips against mine.

Unfortunately, I was incredibly intimidated by the idea, I had a hard enough time just trying to make friends with girls, let alone trying to seduce them.

So, when my friend invited me out to the local LGBTQ club for a drag show and a night of dancing, I jumped at the opportunity. I was having a blast, dancing and gazing at all the beautiful women, but I was still a bit too nervous to actually approach any of them.

Luckily, a girl approached me and asked me to dance; she was shorter, maybe 5'6", with long brunette hair, a pretty smile, a tan complexion, and deep brown eyes. I accepted her invitation to dance, and we chatted a bit. She mentioned she was bisexual too, and I could feel butterflies in my stomach; I was eager and excited.

I wondered what I should do next; I wanted to take this further but didn't want to fuck it up.

Luckily, I didn't have to figure that out, as she invited me back to her house for a drink.

Her place was only a few blocks away, it was a small, two-bedroom condo, modern and inviting. She lived by herself and used one of the bedrooms for her job as a masseuse.

She poured us each a glass of wine and turned on some low music. We talked for a while, but I could tell she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. Finally, she made the first move,

"Can I kiss you?" she asked.

I nodded in agreement as she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine, they were full and soft, and she was a very good kisser. I cupped the sides of her face with my hands, and the intensity of our kissing grew, our tongues moving expertly against each other. I felt her gentle hands against my sides as she traced them up and down my body; I moved one hand down her neck and began to massage her breasts.

The passion began to increase between us as we became enthralled with one another. It didn't take long for most of our clothes to be scattered across the floor. We remained in just our underwear, our bodies close together, skin touching, and our lips locked in a fervent embrace. Our hands caressed, explored, and teased each other as we lost ourselves in the moment.

I loved her petite figure; it brought out a more dominant side of me that I had never felt before. I leaned over her, capturing her lips with mine. My mouth trailed down her neck, I felt her body quiver with anticipation. My hands moved down to her lower waist as I slipped her panties down her legs. My tongue found its way to her most sensitive areas, eliciting a deep moan of pleasure.

Her moans encouraged me to keep going; I continued to lick and suck on her bud and then slipped two fingers inside of her warm and wet pussy. She shuddered and groaned as I increased the intensity of my motions, and soon she was screaming out in pleasure. I felt her body tremble and shake as she reached orgasm.

"That was really good," she said, her face flushed and hair a mess.

She leaned forward, her lips grazed my inner thighs as she moved up, carefully pulling down my panties, inch by inch, until they were completely removed.

She began much the same as I did; her touch was gentle but certain. She knew what she was doing, and I loved every second of it. She teased me initially, circling around but not going right for it. Finally, she placed her lips over my enlarged clit and began to suck, flicking it lightly with her tongue in a way I had never felt before. I was overcome with pleasure, and without even putting her fingers inside me, she pushed me over the edge into an intense orgasm, my pussy gushed with juices, and she happily licked them up. She came back up, and we both lay on the couch for a few moments, glowing with satisfaction.

She offered to let me stay over, but I politely declined, as I rarely stay the night at anyone's place. After getting dressed, we exchanged numbers, kissed goodbye, and I left her place feeling content.

This was exactly what I had been yearning for and fantasizing about for so long, and it had finally happened. I was excited to go home and tell my boyfriend all about it, and hoped that I would see her again.