The closing remarks were just finishing. I glanced over to see my mother fidgeting. She grew increasingly uncomfortable, shifting around on her tatami mat. I leaned in against Lydia. She put her arm around my shoulders and rested her cheek against my head. The conference had been wonderful. I suspected my mother was about to explode. I mused that she must be thinking it was bad enough that she had two bisexual daughters, and now she had agreed to go to this gay awareness conference with us. Pari, my sister, winked at me. She knew what our mother must be thinking right now, too.
Everyone started clapping for the speaker. Lydia pressed her fingers against my chin and kissed me. Her mouth was warm and comforting-for a moment I reveled in the kiss, but then was horribly embarrassed that my girlfriend was kissing me in front of my mother. I pulled away abruptly and stole a peek at my mom, who was averting her eyes not-very-subtly. Lydia giggled. I got up and walked out of the building. Lydia caught up to me.
"What's wrong, Rohana?"
"You kissed me in front of my Mom."
"So? I love you, shouldn't I be able to show it?" She took my hand and playfully intertwined our fingers. I sighed. Lydia's mom was a lesbian, so it was easy for her. My mother was a divorced parent of two with a Catholic upbringing. I opened the passenger side door of my car for her, then got in the driver's seat. Sophie B. Hawkins crooned to us on our way to Lydia's house. I pulled my shitty little 1995 Honda Civic into her driveway. We got out and she slid her hand into the back pocket of my jeans. I reciprocated, sliding my hand into her back pocket. We opened the side slider door that led to Lydia's room. I loved that room. It was always filled with a slight scent of lavender and oozed the color purple. I lay down on her bed and kicked off my sandals. Lydia slid next to me, her body like a silken goddess, and began undoing my pants, then sliding them off gently. I had chosen my plain white cotton undies and matching bra today. She slid her hand up my shirt. I shivered from the contact. I looked into her turquoise eyes and she kissed me, slowly. It was a warm, soft feeling on my lips, followed by a velvety slipperiness from her tongue. She slipped off her pants and her shirt. I was enraptured by her form. Her slender figure was silhouetted by the sunlight streaming in from her window.
Kneeling by the bed, Lydia stroked my inner thighs ever-so-gently, causing me to squirm in anticipation. She lay three fingers between my legs teasingly. She then proceeded to scoot up and grab the edge of my panties with her teeth. She slowly pulled them off. Each inch was another shiver at the bottom of my spine. At this point I was so turned-on that I could barely think at all. Lydia spread my legs apart with her soft, smooth hands and knelt in between my legs. Suddenly I felt her soft, wet tongue sliding up my inner labia and onto my clit. I shivered. She made long, hard licks against my clit. The direct contact made me twist and squirm all over the bed trying to get away from her tongue. She ended up on the bed with me, holding my legs apart. I relaxed and she reverted to a swirling suction on my clit that was just heavenly. I felt her pointer finger slide into me, massaging all the right spots. She then had two fingers, then three, then gently, four. I was breathing heavy, my legs were tensed up, I could feel the pleasure welling up in between my legs. It was incredible.
Suddenly, she doubled her efforts and sent me into utter ecstasy.
"Holy shit!" I yelled, as I violently orgasmed. I grabbed her shoulder and held my breath as the undiluted pleasure rocked through me. Not quite through, Lydia continued massaging my clit with her tongue. Soon enough, I felt the sensation explode through my clit, orgasming so hard it made my head spin.
"Ahhhhhhhhgggggahhhhhhhhhhhh!" I groaned and pulled her on top of me. I attacked her lips with my mouth, pinning her underneath me. I reached down with my hand and removed her underwear. I lay down next to her and also removed her bra in one clumsy motion. I slid my hands down her body. Her skin was like butter to my touch, soft and supple. My fingers touched her wispy soft pubic hair. I reached down and began massaging her clit. I slid four fingers inside her at once. She arched her back and pulled me closer to her for a kiss. I repositioned us so that I was sitting in between her legs. I curled my hand into a fist and then slowly began pushing it into her. I could feel her vagina trying to accommodate my entire hand, small though it was. She screamed "Oh my goddess! Oh, fuck...yes." I smiled.
My fist was inside her now, I could feel her vagina pulsing around it. She moaned my name. Our bodies were hot and slippery with sweat against each other. I began twisting my hand around. She orgasmed approximately 3 seconds later. She held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut. I thought my hand might break.
I slid down between her legs and spread them gently with my hands. Beauty was everything about Lydia, even her genitals. They were currently swollen from me fisting her, pink and glistening from her own fluids. Her clit was engorged, almost 3 times its usual size. The whole package was framed by her wispy dark pubes, slightly wavy like her hair, shaved into a neat heart shape on her mound. I spread her outer labia with my thumbs and plunged my eager tongue into her. I felt her tense up a little, then writhe with pleasure. I wriggled my tongue around the edge of her slippery vagina. She tasted salty and warm and slightly acidic. I closed my eyes and breathed in the musky scent. I swirled my tongue around, resting on her swollen clit. I began licking it and sucking at it. She squirmed and writhed around, but I held her down. Her legs began shaking as she drew closer to orgasm. I reinforced my efforts.
