Jen

JEN

By Sloann Nichols

I was relieved after a scalding shower and lie back to relax on the shitty corporate apartment sofa with my Bordeaux. I'd just worked the shift from hell at the ER and couldn't wait for some downtime.

A small stereo on the bookshelf caught my eye. Remembering that I had found a new artist I couldn't get enough of the other day, I was eager to connect my Bluetooth and blast one of the slower songs on the album while I finished my second glass before heading to bed.

Second glass down, I was feeling a nice buzz and decided to have a third, promising myself it would be the last one. Finishing the final swig then closing my eyes and lying back again, I was transported out of the crappy apartment and taken to a tranquil place.

I've no idea how long I lay there like that, but I awoke with a jolt feeling someone's presence. Jumping out of my skin, I noticed Jen sitting on the armchair beside the sofa watching me intently. "Jesus, Jen! You scared the shit out of me!" I scolded. The music has stopped playing. I wondered how long I was out.

She let out a soft laugh and shook her head, an apologetic look on her face. "I'm really sorry, I just got caught up in the moment...Can I share something with you?" she asked hesitantly. "Um, sure," I responded, casually shrugging my shoulders to appear indifferent, though the anticipation was killing me. Her question surprised me since we'd never been that close. We barely knew each other, only having been roommates for two months working agency at the hospital down the street. What could she possibly have wanted to reveal to me?

"Well, I hope you don't think I'm strange for saying this," she started before pausing for an extended moment. Despite our differences, I couldn't help but notice her stunning looks. She really was a beautiful sight. Her sun-kissed skin and toned physique were complemented by flowing, dark blonde locks. Always dressed impeccably, a fan of trendy, skimpy tops - that day being no exception in a barely-there silky crop top that emphasized her perky chest. It was evident she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples visibly protruded through the thin fabric.

I was surprised when I found myself a little turned on, especially being ten years her senior. I tried not to let her catch me staring and waited for her to finish her thought. When she didn't, I realized I was still in a towel and my legs were spread widely. Looking up as I closed them, I noticed her gaze fixated on my open legs. Trying to hide my blush, I looked down. Surely, she saw under it. I must have been very relaxed when she woke me.

When I finally raised my eyes, with apprehension, she gazed at the floor and proceeded, "I just, um...wanted to let you know the reason behind my stares...and it's...well, like this...um...I find you irresistible." She continued her focus on the floor while I was taken aback but eager to ease her discomfort. "Hey, it's okay. Thank you so much. I find you incredibly sexy as well," I admitted. I couldn't believe those words came from me.

Following that exchange, silence engulfed us. Playing with the edges of my towel nervously, I lifted my eyes and I noticed her leaning back in her chair, revealing the bottom of her bare breasts and supple skin. I was taken aback again when blood rushed to my face and intimate area and couldn't help but notice she was wearing the tiniest denim shorts. Curious as to how she got them on, my eyes were drawn to her perfectly sexy thighs. It was obvious she wasn't wearing any underwear as she very deliberately uncrossed her legs to expose her once-hidden spot. Noticing that it was immaculately shaven and observing quite a bit of the tantalizingly pink details, I was immediately aroused as my nipples stood at attention, and warm juices flowed from my entrance.

As our eyes locked, the attraction intensified, and I confidently parted my legs to reveal myself to her. I had never even considered being with a woman before then and am not sure where my forwardness came from. She scrutinized me with intense curiosity before joining me on the couch. Seemingly seeking my consent, she offered a delicate kiss on my lips before pausing for my response. "I've been wanting to do that ever since we met - you're just so breathtaking," she confessed passionately.

Surprised now by how much I enjoyed it, I replied, "You're stunning yourself," feeling the wine take over, I continued "Are you a lesbian?". Regardless of her answer, it didn't change anything that was about to occur. "I'm bi," she disclosed and proceeded, "And I would love to taste you." Without hesitation, the eager affirmation escaped my lips: "I would love for you to taste me."

The anticipation was electric, and I could sense the warmth and dampness emerging between my thighs as she drew closer once more. Our kisses were gentle this time, our tongues gracefully exploring each other's mouths with longing. Untying the towel that covered my chest and teasing my nipples, she prompted me to remove her shirt by pulling it over her head, assisting me in the process as she leaned in for another passionate kiss. "I'm soaking wet," she whispered in my ear.

Aching for her touch, I guided her hand to the upper part of my inner thigh. My arousal intensified even more as she sensed my need and delicately stroked my entrance before moving to push a finger inside, then another. A moan of longing escaped my lips as she skillfully alternated between teasing and caressing my breasts. One hand tenderly pinched my nipple, then the other with increasing intensity. The other digits stroking my most intimate area, she commenced using her thumb, putting a small amount of pressure on my now throbbing clitoris.

As I began toying with her breasts, I noticed that her nipples were a soft pink that matched her vulva - a detail that somehow made me even more aroused. Without warning, she grasped my thighs and pulled me down quickly until I lay flat on the couch, gazing at the secret area between them with unmistakable desire before pressing her lips over me and sucking.

Her technique was exquisite - gently sucking before switching to licking - sending me blissfully into ecstasy. Her hands roamed over my body as she continued to pinch and caress my breasts. Moving rhythmically with her strokes, a climax washed over me, stronger and faster than any I'd experienced in a long while and haven't since.

Grinning at me, Jen stopped momentarily to ask if she could continue. "You are delicious," she breathed. Immersed in the sensation, I readily agreed, quickly reaching an even more intense orgasm than before. "Okay, now it's your turn," I ordered, pushing her to lie down on the sofa as we looked into each other's eyes intently. Overcome with the desire to kiss her full lips and reaching down to pull the back of her hair ever so slightly to lift her to me, we kissed eagerly. I didn't want it to ever end but I also wanted to sample every bit of her.

Easing her back down to the sofa, I began removing her tiny shorts, then making my way lower and lower, delivering small kisses and tiny nibbles. I was eager to get a taste of her enticing flavor and found it utterly delectable when I finally succeeded. Focusing on her responsive clitoris, and applying gentle pressure with my teeth, Jen moaned in delight. "Shell, you're amazing," she said between heavy breaths, her hips moving softly in time with my expert ministrations. It was as if I'd done it a thousand times before. As she got increasingly aroused, warm juices flowed from her, and I could sense that my own desire hadn't abated one bit.

As if she could read my mind, she told me she wanted to touch me again. "Please, come here so I can feel you," she pleaded, and I abided, turning myself so she could see and feel me, while I continued to lick and suck, my hands pinching and caressing the delicate areola on her perky, large breasts. No sooner did she begin stroking my clitoris, and I felt I might explode again. Almost as if on cue, her body vibrated with pleasure, I turned to peer at her face, keeping the rhythm with my fingertips on her clit and we gazed into each other's eyes, climaxing simultaneously.

I had never been intimate with a woman before, but the moment our encounter ended, I couldn't help but yearn for another experience like that, wondering if it would feel the same. It was also just what I needed and at the right time.