Female to Female Dining
The silky softness of fine sheets against my bare skin enhances the erotic pleasure of my aloneness and wet fingertips help recall the sweet memories of carnal bliss. Those damp digits probe between puffy petals that swell and twitch and become wetter and more alive and electric with thoughts of times past that generate the syrupy flow that soaks the sheets and enlarges the spot beneath me.
I savor the sexy feminine sweetness that kindles the fire that burns just below my belly and heats my orgasm to molten moments of pleasure. They explode from me in shutters and shakes and a smile grows on my lips as I sigh and touch my stomach, feeling the rapture I've conjured from memories I have kept for years to bring out when I need to and enjoy again and again.
I first discovered the wonders of singular sex as my roommate lay next to me, her naked body warm and fascinating and inviting, and I found ways to enjoy her without disturbing her sleep. Every night I repeated the routine as she slept, and during the day I recalled them and smiled to myself at the private moments of personal pleasures. I yearned for her, but I was afraid of offending her.
I would masturbate as we stretched out next to one another and I tried to not wake her. The first time I brought myself as I lie next to her, I cried out as I came, holding my hand over my mouth. I had masturbated before, but not involving a person who was within arms reach of me, and not imagining a person I knew, especially not another woman.
The first night I spent next to her I brought myself to orgasm three times. Once after we first went to bed on that first night, when I was sure she was asleep, once at midnight, and once again at three in the morning when I woke up next to her warm naked body. She always slept nude, as if she knew it drove me crazy and was teasing me, and I watched her get undressed before we turned out the light that night. Her body was lean, and muscled, and sexy.
I had lived on my own for two weeks after I'd moved out of the dorm when she dropped by to visit. Could she possibly know she was driving me crazy by sitting there in a tiny skirt and showing her panties as we talked? As if she knew about my fantasies about her, she smiled coyly and bounced one foot, her left leg hooked over her right.
I considered telling her about my passions, about the pleasures I got from her each night, about the excitement her body gave me, but I worried it could cause a problem between us and I could lose those wonderful moments stretched out next to her.
The secret sexual moments weren't limited to her. I remembered those wonderful hardnesses that occasionally filled me with hot, thick, rods of delight that pushed repeatedly into my core and made me pull my legs up and open my thighs, biting my lip and closing my eyes tight to keep the joy within my head.
I loved those moments of penetration and lusty abandon, and I would duplicate them in my mind with a finger and the heal of my hand against my pebble-hard clit, rotating it over my electric bud until it explodes with desire. As I heated my clitoris I would insert a finger and thrust it in and out of me, recalling the feel of a man filling my insides with himself. It wasn't as if desiring Amanda had done away with my desire for men, but it did push them to the back of my mind.
I will also fantasize about the tongues that have touched me there and I'll pretend that one of them is hers. I will pull my labia apart and imagine they are being licked and sucked, wishing that it had been done, even once, by my exciting, beautiful roommate. I dreamed that one night she had rolled over and put her arms around my body and pulled me against her warm nakedness.
I imagine her kissing all over my naked body, then forcing my legs apart and feasting on my horny pussy. I think of her every night and I remember those days next to her when we were roommates and I wanted her constantly.
Her name is Amanda and she is perhaps the sexiest woman I have ever met. The first time I saw her it surprised me because I remember wanting her from the first minute. I had never had bisexual thoughts before, but once we became roommates I had them every day.
Now those thoughts are limited to my sex-alone time, and every night I masturbate to thoughts of her in my bed. I picture us doing everything we can think of, cuddled in a naked heap on my comforter, kissing and sucking like crazy for if hours at a time.
When I moved out of the dorm room, I had trouble sleeping without her. Amanda was in my thoughts constantly, like a ghost, appearing nude in my daydreams, warming my bed when she wasn't even there. If I closed my eyes, I saw her. Her sexy body teased me, haunted my sleeping and waking hours.
I finally decided it was absolutely necessary that I at least tell her about my compulsion, my obsession with her body. Even if it caused her to pull away from me, I could no longer escape the reality. Perhaps there was a chance she could have the same thoughts as I do. Maybe, I thought, she actually felt the same way. Perhaps she slept nude because she was attracted to me.
I stopped by her new apartment, and when she answered the bell we hugged. "Could we talk?" I said.
"Of course," she replied. "I have been wanting to talk with you for quite some time," she said with a hint of urgency. My heart jumped when I heard the weight of her words.
"Really?" I said.
"Desperately," she said. "I was... I need to confess that I was trying to seduce you," she said.