I’m sure everyone has a fantasy or two that they never share with others and never even think of making a reality. I was one of those people. Until I met Mark.
We met online and after spending a long time getting to know each other, things progressed to a sexual level. He shared a lot of his deep, dark fantasies with me and obviously I did the same.
Like many other women I am sure, I have always wanted to be with another woman. Just to see if what all the lesbians say is true... that one woman can satisfy another better because, after all, women know what other women want.
Mark encouraged me to live out that fantasy, but of course, the question was... WHO with??? You can’t exactly just walk up to one of your girl friends and tell them you want to experiment with lesbian sex!!
I’ve known Desiree for close to 15 years. She’s my best friend’s daughter. She was a cute little 11-year old with pigtails when I first met her. Due to something very tragic that happened to her when she was 18, she became a lesbian.
When her mom passed away in 2013 she moved to the UK and we kind of lost touch for a bit (just the odd email every now and then). She returned to South Africa in January 2016 and we started talking again regularly. She lives quite far from me (about 1100km) so I didn’t see her right away when she got back.
In June she called me one day and asked if she could come and visit for a long weekend. I was thrilled that she was coming. When Mark heard about the visit he immediately thought about my fantasy and said that it was a perfect opportunity. I, however, had my doubts. I mean she is 16 years younger than me and I was her mom’s best friend!
I introduced the two of them a while back (online) and he said he will talk to her and try to establish what her feelings towards me were. Turns out, she’s always had a “crush” on me. He was ecstatic of course and told her about my fantasy which piqued her interest!
Ok, enough background. I literally counted the days until her visit but I have to add I was nervous as hell. After hours of chatting and catching up we decided to go to bed.
Naturally, she stayed with me in my room. Another 30 minutes of talking followed and then she made the first move. (She is the one with the experience after all.)
She rolled over to me and kissed me. Soft, sensual, lingering kisses that had me wet instantly. Her hand slipping under my pajama top, squeezing my tits, softly pinching my hard nipples. I let out a soft moan.