Note: This story is based on fact, but the circumstances are fictional. This is also a change in my writing style, its a bit more tantric ;) Hope you like it!
Her skin felt like satin underneath my fingers. My wandering hands followed the smooth lines and curves flowing seamlessly into each other were a mystery, new territory that begged to be explored. She and I may have the same physical structures, the same genetics that decided years ago whether or not we would be female or male, but still her body is full of surprises, it's still so different. Although I love and long for the male physique, there is something about the female form, about her body, the softness, the beauty that has drawn me...
I had known Lynn for nearly 4 years, as she was the girlfriend of Keith, a close friend of mine. We'd been casual friends for most of that time. We saw each other off and on, only really hanging out with each other on the few occasions when my husband and I would go to Salt Lake and would make the rounds of visiting with friends. I'd always thought she was lovely. She had beautiful eyes that drew you in and a ready smile. Her body was lean and strong, her movements languid and fluid almost with a feline air yet could be startlingly clumsy at times. She was so sweet, endearing, witty, funny, yet at times so clueless that you couldn't help but love her.
Her lips parted, the breath exhaling between them turned to a low moan. As she closed her eyes I kissed her. Gently, lingering at first investigating her sweetness, learning about her and what she liked. Her own tentative return was incredibly arousing as she began her own timid tasting of my lips. I knew that my full soft lips were a change from what she was used to but her groan and the movement of her body under me told me that it was not unpleasant. I ran my tongue along the joining of her lips, imploring them to release and relax. My tongue began its own exploration, deepening the kiss and drawing her in. Soon our tongues danced together seamlessly finding our rhythm. As she reciprocated our love making became more passionate, closing in on frenzy.
We could always speak quite frankly about sex, even though both of us had grown up in the sexually repressed society that living under the thumb of any big religion can bring. I was liberated and out there by college and she was studying to be a sexologist. The perspective she had was new and different, with such an understanding that it is fascinating to talk to her. Even though we didn't see each other for huge stretches of time it never seemed so long once we were together again.
I continued our kiss, loathe to release her saccharine lips, but longed to feel the rest of her. My hands lingered along her jaw before slithering lightly down her neck. The touch was not heavy, just enough to tantalize and tease the skin. I strayed along her décolletage till my tips reached the slope of her breast. The skin was unbelievably smooth and perfect. As my fingers traced the circumference or one breast I could feel the little goose bumps rising on her flesh and the quick inhale of her breath as my fingers lazily spiraled up to their apex where her rosy nipples crowned the peak, taunt and erect.
Within the last year Lynn and Keith were married and moved to Blanding Utah. It was a 6 hour drive from Vegas and SLC, but in beautiful hiking country, as it was so close to Arches National Park and Moab Utah. We had also rekindled our friendship and it was going stronger then ever thanks to the internet. The poor thing lived in a little town in the middle of nowhere and was surrounded by Mormons. Everyone her age was married with 4 kids or extremely religious, needless to say her liberal ideas were not exactly making her popular. She was online more and more, which led to our internet chats.
I ran my thumb along the sensitive buds, lightly brushing their erect tips, making her shiver all over. She pulled her mouth from mine and inhaled deeply, gasping as I rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger, not as gently as my first touch. Supporting myself on my elbow I reached my free hand up to run through her hair and pull her head back, bringing her neck into view and helpless against my lips and the gentle nipping of my teeth. I palmed her full breast as my mouth descended upon her delicate earlobes, gently nibbling and sucking while I kneaded her breast.
It started out simply enough. Random chats about our day and what we were thinking. Bonding over the stupid things our guys did. It was all innocent and carefree. There were some nights when our usual convos got a little more risqué. I knew that Lynn was a sexual creature, she's been very frank about her relationship with Keith, but then she let it slip that she had always been a little bi-curious. She'd never done anything with another girl, but she was intrigued by it. About that time I accidentally told her about the erotic stories I'd posted. She decided that since they were before her that she should read them all, much to my deep embarrassment. Shyly she began to ask me question about my experiences, getting bolder the more I answered.
I turned my ardent administrations to her other breast, using the same languid strokes before ascending upon the sensitive tip. My lips made their way to the small indent at the base of her neck and rested there, kissing it, feeling her pulse race. Her breasts were heaving under me as her breath quickened: I found it pleasurable. I gently tightened my hand in her hair, not pulling but adding tension. I finally brought my searching lips towards her breasts and my hands slipped down her slender waist, farther down her hips.
Not long after our discussion on dual female sensuality we decided it was time we had a girls' weekend. Keith was going to be going to be in Salt Lake visiting with family while Ty was going to be working in Overton, so she and I decided to make a long weekend of it and I headed out to Blanding. Nothing was planned beyond a little hiking and some serious watching of chick flicks. I thought she was just excited to have a friend to hang out with; I knew that was what I was looking forward to.
I continued my playful nibbling even as I reached her breast, bringing my lips upon her nipple and sucking gently before brushing my teeth along it. This surprised her, but she nearly passed out as my fingers brushed her most intimate of places. She was trimmed short so a few of the silken hairs were under finger pads. I swirled them gently back and forth closer to her moist slit. Her pelvis started gyrating, moving back and forth. I wasn't sure if she was urging me closer or trying to move out from under my determined touch. To ease her mind, my mouth became more insistent, biting down a little harder then necessary. She cried out, a little from pain, but more so from pleasure.
To be honest, we did just as we had planned. I arrived late and was welcomed by a drowsy Lynn. Her sandy hair was all mussed up and her lips curved into a sleepy smile. We had a lingering hug, in which I was keenly aware of her free breasts pushing at the thin material of her night shirt. She kissed my cheek and showed me the room where the air mattress was set up for me. We didn't immediately go to sleep; instead we sat on the couch chatting, her head resting on my shoulder and my head resting on hers. I dropped my hand on her knee, which slid of its own volition down to about mid thigh. She didn't seem to mind, she just cuddled up closer to me.
I played my fingers along her moist nether lips, not parting them just yet; instead I sought to make her more comfortable with my touch. I continued suckling her breasts, kneading with my hands and teasing with my tongue ring. Finally I felt she was ready and gently parted her labia. Her sound changed to a gentle mewling as my fingers ran from the base of her wet slit to her clit. Here I stopped and ran my finger around the tiny nub. The movements of her body became jerky as my tongue and fingers mimicked each other on two extremely sensitive parts of her body. My finger moved down to her opening. God, without even entering I could feel how tight she was.