Lesbian Virgin

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.

One small part of my brain was still working and was saying this was all wrong, I shouldn't be so intimate with another woman. Whether it was the alcohol, or the pent-up desire, or some other suppressed desire deep inside me I don't know, but I rolled onto my back and pushed the duvet down so I lay there, exposed, wanting her to touch me.

I still knew it was wrong, so I kept my eyes closed; if I couldn't see it, it wasn't happening. Again that gossamer touch as she trailed her fingers all over my breasts, this time giving more attention to my nipples which I felt must be hard and erect. I pushed my chest out, wanting more, I wanted her to be rough, but she wouldn't, she just kept up the gentle stroking, building on my frustration. I sensed a movement and then felt a lovely warmth surrounding a nipple and I knew she was sucking on it, drawing it gently into her mouth, touching the erect nipple with her tongue. At the same time her hand gently massaged the other boob until she changed over, giving each the same treatment in turn.

That was good, very good. I could have laid there all night with her working on my breasts, masochistically enjoying the frustration of wanting more but not getting it. Then her hand moved off my breast and I knew something new was going to happen. She slid her hand slowly, lightly, down my body. As she passed my belly-button she tickled a finger inside it, then moved on to my lower belly. She stopped just as she got to the waistband of my pants, and ran her fingers ever so lightly over my tummy, from side to side.

Then up and down she trailed her fingers, getting ever nearer to my thighs and then back. She ran a finger along the crease between my thighs and my belly, tracing the edges of my pants. Unconsciously, automatically, I opened my legs to encourage her in, to give her more room. But frustratingly she continued to trail her fingertips all around my sex but never on it, and all the while her mouth and tongue never let up on my breasts.

The incessant teasing of my erogenous zones was driving me wild with frustration. My whole body was tingling with sensitivity, my breasts especially, but now further down was getting very sensitive with her constant stroking just outside my pants, and I just knew that my sex was opening up and beginning to get wet.

I pushed my pelvis up to get her to touch me with more pressure, anything to relieve the itch she had created, but she pulled away tantalisingly, and it was beginning to become unbearable. I wanted more, I had to have more, the waiting was too much. But hang on, this was a woman, was I really desperate for another woman to arouse me, possible even to satisfy me; it was wrong, surely?

My thoughts were interrupted as her hand, which had been wandering lightly all over my lower belly and thighs was now venturing further, and her fingers had slipped under the waistband of my pants, pushing down to the centre of my desire. Her fingers slid over the last inches of my belly and, Oh joy!, over my sex. She waited there, not invading me, but with her hand covering my slit, I could feel the warmth of it, and as she waited my mind was still racing; a woman I hardly knew was taking liberties with my body that I should reject, but in fact I wanted her to, I wanted more.

As long as I had kept my eyes closed I could tell myself it wasn't happening, that it was a dream brought about by my semi-intoxicated state, but it had gone too far for that now and I opened my eyes to see her sitting there beside me, looking down at my naked breasts, her hand inside my pants.

The small voice telling me this was wrong was banished. I needed it now and I didn't mind who was doing it, in fact if she stopped I would bring myself off right there in front of her. Having got to this point of no return I reached down and threw the duvet right off the bed and then took her hand out of my pants and pushed them down my legs and off. I lay back down again, naked now, and she looked down at me and then her eyes moved down to my breasts, heaving with my panting from pent-up desire, and then down further, taking in my belly, and to the space between my partly opened legs. I had a minor regret that I had not trimmed my bush as it sprouted unkempt from my crotch spreading over my lower belly, but then hiding within that bush were the puffy labia that were already opening, spreading.

Having feasted her eyes on my body she took the hem of her nightie in her hand and unhurriedly lifted it over her head. I am not a lesbian, I do not ogle other women's bodies, but I had to admit that she was really good. Her skin was almost milky but with just a hint of colour (though this might have been a flush brought on by the situation) and flawless, and she had nicely defined musculature, but it was still very feminine. She had a pair of boobs that I would die for, whereas mine were small-ish and soft hers were full and round and firm with light brown areolas and small squat nipples. Never before have I been tempted to feel a woman's breasts, but these cried out to be fondled, I wanted to feel their firmness and taste them in my mouth -- I think the heat of the situation was getting to me, and my desires were overriding my reservations. Below her breasts was a wide, flat stomach with a small navel, and below that I couldn't see because of the way she was sitting.

Her eyes strayed down my body again and she stared at my bush and the spreading lips and then turned back to look me in the eye as her hand went down to my sex. She lightly brushed against my pubic hair before resting her hand on my crack. I stared back at her with my eyes but my mind was in my crotch and my mouth fell open with a gasp as a finger ever so slowly but quite deliberately sank into my pussy and lodged there. Her fingertip played with the entrance to my vagina and as it did, it made soft squelchy noises with the wetness that I was producing.

With her wet finger she inched it up my crease, the juices ensuring there was almost no resistance to the movement. I waited for her finger to reach the top, finally to make contact with my over-sensitive clitoris, but she stopped short and slid her finger slowly down again toward my hole which must have been opening, ready to invite her in, but her finger just rested at the entrance, feeling the hole but not going in. With the wetness from my pussy she slid her fingers along my crease again with that gossamer touch that was beginning to drive me wild; I needed her to rub my clit, to push fingers inside me, anything but that slow torture she was giving me.

If you want to get the sensations just right, with the right pressure in the right place at the right moment, then masturbate. A man can not do that for you as he has different equipment and does not know how ours work, even a long time partner with sympathy and experience of your body can never get it exactly as you want it moment by moment, even though what they do is very pleasurable; very! But she was the best, she knew what, where, when and how because she was built the same as me and so knew how to stroke pussy, and she was driving me wild with frustration again as she kept the action going with her fingers without touching my clit or entering my vagina. I swear that if she did either I would orgasm almost instantly.

My eyes were clamped tight shut as I tried to cope with the sensations flooding my pussy. I felt her move on the bed and then a soft warmth enveloped my sex, and a tugging lightly on my labia and then the invasion of her soft, warm tongue as it pushed between my lips into my crack. That lifted my state of arousal another notch and I tried to push my pussy onto her face, but she moved with me and wasn't going to be rushed, and just kept up with her tongue, licking along the length of my slit.

Again I sensed movement on the bed and then I could smell the intoxicating aroma of that delicate perfume, mingled with the soap she had used to wash with earlier, but there was more, a new element to the perfume that I couldn't place until I realised what it was. I had to open my eyes. As my eyes opened, they took in the sight before me.

Not inches away from my face was her pussy. It was a perfect slit, just a fold in her body, totally hairless with perfectly smooth white skin which turned to pink around her labia, and at the top of that crease was a small round indentation. It was the heady smell of her sex that had mingled with her perfume and indicated a degree of arousal, which also accounted for the minute beads of moisture on her skin.

Now I have seen women's sex organs before, I have one of my own with which I am intimately acquainted, and I have seen others in changing rooms and in porn films, but never have I been so up close and personal with one, let alone one that is showing signs of arousal. Strangely I did not know what to do as I had never been in this situation before, so for a while I just lay there and stared at this vision right in front of me. Tentatively I reached out to touch it, running my finger around the line of the slit, feeling the smoothness of her and the softness around her labia. I got bolder and slid my finger gently along that crack and was surprised how soft it was, and that without any resistance my finger disappeared between those soft folds and slipped out of sight.

I could feel the heat of her aroused sex on my fingers and I must have touched a nerve as the action on my pussy stopped and she spread her legs for me so I could get inside her more easily. I ran my finger along the length of her slit exploring her for the sensitive areas. I could feel the entrance to her vagina as a tight hole, and I knew that with very little resistance I could slip my finger in.

But that would come later, as I continued my exploration upward, past her pee hole and slowly, savouring every moment, I slid easily along that soft hidden flesh until I reached that perfect indentation at the top. Just as my finger reached it I felt a little firm bud hidden deep in the folds of her sex, and I knew I had found her clitoris as her body twitched at my touch, further showing how aroused she was.

As she liked this, I continued with my fingers slipping back down to the hole to feel around that, and as I put gentle pressure on her hole I was rewarded by a flood of juice that had been dammed up inside her. I knew from my own masturbation what I liked so I treated her the same, starting with gentle pressure and slow strokes, using the copious wetness to slide my fingers along her soft flesh. As I did this I heard a soft mewing sound coming from her head that was still between my legs, and her tongueing on my pussy became slightly more urgent, and I could feel her hot breath on my open pussy as she panted with desire.

I was torn between the sensations in my pussy that were driving me wild and, surprisingly, wanting to explore her sex. I wasn't going to be long now, my whole body was tingling as she kept up the infuriating action on me, and nothing I tried to do to make her be more forceful was working, so I had no choice but to lie there and just take it, as she continued with the incessant teasing on my sex.

I stared at her pussy which was slightly redder now and her outer lips were peeling open so I could see inside. I could see a fold at the top where I had touched her clit and pushed my fingers up, gently lifting the fold, and the hood hiding her clitoris slid easily back revealing a little pink button of hard flesh. I just looked at it for a moment, totally enthralled at seeing her centre of pleasure so close, so revealed before my eyes, and as I watched it, it moved with a little jerky spasm. Without any conscious thought on my part I just put out my tongue and licked it.

The instant my tongue hit her clit her whole body jumped and her thighs clamped against my head. I held the hood back with my fingers and continued flicking the tip of my tongue on her exposed clit. She must have had an instantaneous orgasm as the action on my pussy stopped and she cried out and her body was jerking about, banging her sex against my face, forcing her clit against my tongue, so I just rubbed her bud with my tongue as she jerked and writhed around.

Eventually she put a hand down and pushed my head away from her clit as the sensations became too much for her, and the pleasure turned to ecstatic pain. I kept my tongue in the folds of her pussy and moved down to her vagina and was amazed at the amount of wetness there, as she was almost running with her secretions, and as my tongue found the entrance to her hole it was opening and closing, still pulsating in the dying throes of her orgasm, and I eagerly lapped up the sweet juice that flowed from her.

As I continued sucking the juice from her, she resumed the action on my pussy but with more vigour now. Her tongue hit my clit as I had done to hers and it made me jump as it seemed as though an electric shock had hit me. I knew that my release was imminent, as my clit couldn't take much more of that; the built-up tension needed release and a climax started to build up inside me. Her tongue licked greedily up and down my slit and on each upstroke flicked over my clit until I couldn't bear it any more.

She was keeping me on the edge as every time my orgasm approached she backed off and the feelings subsided. After she had done this two or three times I was almost crying and was hitting her with my fists with the frustration of it. But even she couldn't keep it at bay for ever and it hit me. My hips started to jerk and my whole body was shaking as the power of my climax took over.

The world had disappeared and my entire universe was centred on my pussy and my clit as powerful bolts shot through and I couldn't control myself. As soon as this started to happen she stopped being gentle and, opening her mouth, she sucked hard on my sex trying to suck it all into her mouth and strongly lashing my over-sensitive clit with her tongue, rubbing it hard. I wasn't in control of my body as the ecstasy of the orgasm shot through me and my body jerked and I cried out as the shaking turned to convulsions and my whole being was racked by a powerful orgasm. I had grabbed her hair and was rubbing her face hard against my sex in an extreme form of masturbation using her face as a dildo.

After what seemed forever I came back to, although I was still twitching slightly as she was still working gently on my pussy, and I could feel it pulsing in the dying throes of the fantastic climax. Normally I would be too sensitive to carry on, especially after such a strong orgasm as that, but she was being so gentle her tongue was more like a soothing balm as she ministered to my crease and I just lay there and let her continue for a while.