I am not a lesbian, but that is not a judgement statement, I happen to prefer sex with men, they are designed for the job. So how did I end up naked in another woman's bed, enjoying some of the best sex I have ever had?
I was very low at the time as my boyfriend and I had just split up. I am not a 'single' person as I do not like being on my own, and I hated going back to that empty flat, and the empty bed. One Friday afternoon I was really down, not looking forward to a weekend all on my own. A work colleague noticed this and she asked what was up, but I wasn't going to bore her with my problems, so I just made up some other story. She suggested we went out for drink after work to cheer me up and I must admit the idea appealed, so when we were finished we went down the road to a wine bar and sat down outside in the sun with our drinks.
Probably because I was so down, I was drinking more than she was, maybe a good two glasses to every one of hers, and the first bottle quickly turned into a second. After a bit I loosened up and told her about having split up and she was very supportive, as she said she had been through the same thing herself. We had never really talked much in the office but she was very friendly and it seemed we had several things in common so it was no surprise that we nattered on for some time.
It started to get dark and we realised how late it was and I made to go home, but I hadn't realised how much I had had to drink and was rather wobbly on my feet, probably having drunk a bottle and a half of wine to her half bottle.
'You can't go home like that,' she said, 'you better come home and stay over with me for tonight, we can get some coffee and something to eat'. She lived a short walk from the office so I went back to her flat, with her not quite supporting me, but with an arm round me for support.
When we got to her flat, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto her sofa while she brewed some coffee and rustled up some food. We sat together while we ate and went on chatting. When we finished we sat back and I leant against her shoulder, very relaxed by the wine.
We sprawled there, listening to the music and talking, and I was conscious of her perfume because of our closeness, a lovely delicate scent which I breathed in. She had put an arm around me and was holding me to stop me sliding away and I sank into the soft curves of her body,and was going to drift off to sleep right there but she roused me and said we should go to bed.
It was a one bed flat and in the bedroom was a double bed, strewn with discarded clothes as she had left it in the morning. I stripped to my undies with a little help from her to steady me and went to the bathroom to freshen up and splash some water over me. The combination of the food and coffee, moving around and having a wash had sobered me up a little bit. I fell onto the bed in my bra and pants but did not immediately go to sleep.
She moved around the room tidying a few bits away and then she took her nightie and went into the bathroom. After a while she re-emerged wearing the nightie that was of the 'baby doll' variety, being quite short and fairly transparent, and she had nothing on underneath. She came over to the bed and got in, apologising again that she only had the one bed, but as it was a double it should be enough for the two of us.
We lay there with the light still on, ready for sleep but not yet gone, and I was conscious of her presence close next to me, even though I was on my side with my back to her. Whether she sensed me thinking of her I don't know but as she drifted off she turned over and in doing so she threw her arm over me, probably more used to being in the bed on her own. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine and once again the heady smell of her perfume, now mixed with the scented soap from the bathroom, which enveloped me.
Her hand was resting on my breast, and I don't know why but I didn't want to move for fear of disturbing her, and then she might realise what she was touching, or maybe I just liked the feel of a hand on my boob. The more I thought about the hand the more I liked it and in my semi-drunk state I acted impulsively and put my hand on hers and pressed it against my boob. There was a slight pause, and maybe I had done the wrong thing, but then her hand curled and cupped my breast warmly and I relaxed.
We lay like that for a while with her holding my breast with my hand on hers and she started to make the slightest moves with her hand for the gentlest massage. I felt her move behind me and then the sudden release of pressure and I knew she had undone my bra. She pulled the strap off my shoulder and I helped by pulling it away and threw it on the floor. With my breasts exposed she lifted each in turn and ran her fingers over them ever so lightly, running her fingers all around each one, and up and down my cleavage and then circling around my nipples but never quite touching them.
The frustration was exciting me and I knew my nipples were growing hard with the expectation and I wanted to grab her hand again and squash it against my boobs, but I resisted until finally she trailed her fingernails ever so lightly across the areolas and flicked over the nipples. I hadn't realised how aroused I had become and I jumped slightly at this touch.