I woke around four in the morning, desperate for the loo. It took me a few moments to remember where I was; in bed with Saskia. I slipped from her sleeping embrace and, without turning on the light, went to the bathroom, picking my way through the piles of her clothes. As I sat there still half asleep, thinking about what we'd done last night, I heard movement from the bedroom.
Saskia seemed to be looking for something.
"You ok?" I called out.
She burst in, looking concerned.
"What's up, Saskia?" I said, worried for my new lover, yet embarrassed to be caught having a pee.
"I thought you'd gone!" she blurted.
"Why would I go?"
"It happened to me once before. I met a girl at a club, she came on to me and we ended up here. After we'd made love she waited half an hour and I woke to find her sneaking out. Turned out she was married, to a man, and I was just a bit of fun. When I woke to find you gone, I thought it had happened again."
"Saskia, trust me I'm not going anywhere, except back to bed with you. I just need to finish off here first!"
Moments later we were back in bed we snuggled together in a spoon position, me holding her this time. We lay still for a while, enjoying the closeness. I thought about why I was here.
Why was I here? I hadn't had any feelings like this before. I'd admired other women's figures and looks before, but in a 'checking out the competition' kind of way. With Saskia I had felt a connection as soon as I met her. This had taken me by surprise, so I had waited a while before contacting her, but, now I was here, that connection was proving very strong. Her concern made my mind up; I wanted to reassure her and, even more, I wanted her.
Propping myself up on one elbow, I began to kiss her shoulder, brushing her hair aside to kiss her neck. Her sleepy moan suggested it was enjoyable for her. Playfully I nibbled her ear. That woke her up and she started to turn over onto her back. I took advantage of her movement and began to stroke her breasts and tummy, while my lips met hers in a passionate kiss. Her body writhed beneath my caress and her legs parted invitingly.
My hand was now sweeping from her breasts to her thighs in long, slow movements, as we kissed. I was like the proverbial 'child in a sweet-shop', unsure whether to linger on her breasts, and her firm nipples, or to allow my hand to sweep down her tummy and what lay beyond there. Gradually my hand swept lower and lower, closer and closer to her pussy, which I had already noticed was shaven. I have to admit the thought of touching her there gave me mixed and confusing emotions. I wanted to do it to please my lover, but it wasn't something I had ever thought about doing before, so I was nervous. I also knew it would mean crossing a line from passive recipient to active giver, breaking a mental barrier.
As we continued kissing my hand came to rest, fingers pointing down, with my middle finger right on her lips. By pressing my index finger and ring finger down and together, then pressing my middle finger down, over and over, slowly and gently at first, then harder and faster Saskia was soon very wet and my finger was slipping between her lips easily. Her hips were pushing up in time with my fingers so I guess I was doing ok. My gentle pressing quickly became sticking one and then two fingers right into her pussy and basically finger-fucking her.
"Oh Miranda, that's so good, but ..." she paused.
"What's up?"
"Would you eat me?"
I replied instantly, "I'd like nothing more!" and meant it.
I swivelled round on my bum and lay on my side. I lifted her left leg and burrowed underneath it, my face closer to her glistening pussy than I had ever expected to find myself. I kissed her tenderly, then more passionately, my tongue flicking inside her, as I lapped her juices into my mouth as eagerly as a cat drinking a bowl of cream. With in a few minutes of licking and sucking, Saskia had joined in, rubbing her clit and she arched her back, pulled my head tightly into her crotch as I sucked her as she had a tremble-inducing orgasm.
I began to head to the bathroom but Saskia caught my hand and pulled me back onto the bed. She kissed me again, using her tongue to lick off her juices that coated my face. We hugged again and stayed that way until later that morning.
Saskia woke me with a cup of black coffee at half past ten.
"Sorry darling, but the milk has gone off."
I looked at her as she sat naked on the bed. I smiled.
"You look happy," she said.
"I am," I replied, "I've just met someone very special." I sipped my coffee. "There's just one thing worrying me."
"What's that?"
"What will my friends say if they find out? You know the minority sub-culture thing."
She frowned, and snapped, "It's the twenty-first century and you're old enough to date who you want. So you've slept with a lesbian. Big deal!"
She'd fallen for my trap. Smiling I put down my coffee and said, "Oh no they'll be fine about the whole lesbian thing. What will they say when I tell them you're a Goth!"
She put down her coffee and lunged at me. Unprepared she soon had the upper hand, spanking my bum a couple of times then tickling me until I said sorry.
We lay entwined on the bed, both panting breathlessly and smiling broadly.
