Nina

I think I'm going to look into HRT." I said as we both reached across the table.

Lisa's warm hands held mine. I felt her thumb reach into my palm. She pressed inward, her thumb tracing my palm, reading the lines, and testing me for tenderness, like a filet on a grill.

And me, of course, in this inescapable aroused condition, couldn't help myself, as I jumped into my secret fantasy world, filled with the image of me, submissive, willing, on my hands and knees, a spit-roast, skewers in my mouth and ass.

"Lisa, how often do you masturbate?"

"Whenever and wherever I can." She replied, with a sly grin and a shake of her head, blond bangs, cascading down over her blue eyes, dark lashes, inquiring mind.

"The first time I masturbated with someone else was with a friend in college." I said with an air of nonchalance, concealing my deep-seated insecurity, and fear of allowing anyone, even my closest friend, into my private fantasy world, the wannabe submissive slut, horny, cheating bisexual wife.

"Her name was Nina."

"I guess she was pansexual."

"She dated this guy named Jeff, one of my friends from home, and he introduced us."

"She was kind of plain and nerdy, like Jeff, but I was interested in her, like a cat with a bird, and I was surprised at how easily she could be manipulated by off hand suggestions."

"Sounds like a real winner." Lisa said with a smirk, jolting me back into reality.

"Me and Nina were sitting on a bench at the edge of the campus commons, waiting for class. It was the middle of the day, sunny and warm, students were milling around, eating, chatting; we were just two bubbles in the ocean "

"I told Nina that I liked her braids." It was my excuse to reach over, up and onto the back of her neck, and run my fingers through the one plait that fell down onto her shoulder, the loose ends touching the top of her small breasts, bare beneath her v-neck tank.

"I remember the way Nina just stared down at her hands, clasped in her lap, frozen, like a block of marble, waiting for the mason and sculptor's next artful blow."

"I'm not a cougar, Lisa." I said abruptly, anticipating Lisa's inevitable smirk.

"Nina was just so innocent, vulnerable, supple, inviting."

"She reminded me of myself, and I just couldn't resist the temptation to explore."

I took a serious look into Lisa's eyes, that said I was about to reveal something about myself, the reason I started our conversation, the fact that menopause was sending me to places I'd never imagined I could explore.

"Nina allowed me to place my other hand on her thigh. I traced the hem of her shorts with my index finger, as if I was interested in the fabric and waited for her response, which was almost obedient. She moved her leg toward me, and I noticed her clasped hands turn slightly away, resting on her hip."

"I could see the outline of her panties through the thin cotton and considered the trim of her sex, swelling slightly below the surface, Nina's soft split peach."

"Just like yours." Lisa said with a knowing laugh, that brought a smile to my face, and a rush of heat to my chest, the blush on my cheeks, showing the embarrassing twist of my nipples, as they hardened and peaked through my silk blouse.

I paused for a moment to reflect on my own reaction to Nina, the way my mouth watered, and my juice began to flow as my hand reached up under her shorts.

I remembered scanning the crowded commons, looking for uninvited guests. Then, I looked down at my manicured thumb, resting like a black comma on the white page of Nina's shorts.

My fingertips followed the wet stream up into her slit, four dark fingerlings, in unfamiliar water.

She remained frozen, but I caught a glimpse of her dark eyes, rolling back ever so slightly, as I opened the gate with my middle finger. The pressure of my palm landed on what I assumed was her clitoris, and Nina responded with a deep breath and slight shudder.

"That was the first time I masturbated with another woman." I said.

We got together another time, too." I confided to Lisa.

"I went to her dorm uninvited one day when I was absolutely consumed with lust. The door was ajar, so peered through the crack before knocking. She was sitting on the edge of her bed in her panties and bra."

"I walked in, sat down beside her, and waited for her to say something. I hadn't spoken to her since the afternoon at the commons and didn't know how she or we would react."

"For reasons I can't explain, Nina was irresistible to me. She was just so submissive; there was almost an incestual level of familiarity and obedience I sensed from her."

"In what I presumed to be the security of her dorm room, or maybe it was a consequence of our earlier experience, Nina's demeanor totally changed. She transformed from a frozen statue into a seasoned performer."

"I was taken totally by surprise as she spread her legs and began to masturbate beside me. She slid her left hand down into her thong panties and reached into the cup of her bra with the other.

"I watched as the bra strap fell off her shoulder. She expertly pulled her small breast from the cup, then pinched, pulled, and twisted her boyish pink nipple. I watched her hips writhing to the reach of her hands as they dipped into her plump and smooth vagina, wet, pink, and surprisingly loose enough for a three finger fuck."

I paused my confession and considered how my response to Nina's conversion changed as well. At the time, I seemed to transform from sculptor to mime and immediately began to mimic Nina's overt sensuality.

She took her fingers out from her pussy and traced her wetness along my face and mouth until I took her fingers between my lips and sucked the sweet nectar from her nails.

I felt almost light-headed from the intoxicating taste of another woman's brew.

Nina then leaned over me. She spread my legs and pulled my panties down and over my knees. She sucked on my painted pink toenails. Then she licked her way up between my legs. She used her tongue expertly. She reached my sex, spreading my lips and teasing my tender pink clit; it was tight, erect, begging to be touched.

She started running her tongue softly up and down, then slowly swirling around. She used her mouth and lips to suck up and down my tiny delicate shaft. While she ate me out, she was also playing with herself.

Her ritual was so patient, posed and slow, it felt as though we were floating, together, in a raft, on an ocean, landless, but each lap of her tongue was the swell that finally came, and I felt the unfamiliar irresistible urge to orgasm, and desperately held on until the climax rushed from between my legs like the tide.

I was absolutely soaked.

I could tell Nina was close to orgasming herself. I adjusted on my back in the center of her bed and invited her onto my face.

Nina straddled my head between her thighs. She rolled her groove along my lips and tongue, riding and sliding on my face like a rail.

The fragrance of Nina's sex filled the room. I felt her free hand reach back, slide over my stomach, and tease and work its way down into my hot, wet channel. I had never been both sore and sensitive like that before, and her roughness got me off even more.

I was trying my best to prolong this orgasm, but when I went to look up at Nina and all I could see was her beautiful perky clit being rolled between the fingers of her other hand and the hot sweat running down her tiny breasts and athletic body.

I knew then she would work me and perform new stunts on me like an expert. I experienced her ability to both play for and with me, then almost take a bow to the muffled sounds of my next orgasm as it began, first with a moan buried between her thighs.

"Nina, I want to cum", I begged with a muffled plea. I felt my control slip away as I tried to hold back the urge to cum.

"Cum all over my face." I yelled into her open cave.

"Ohhh my fucking God." She said.

Her moans increased as she bounced and pounded on my nose. I could feel my lips bruise and stretch over my teeth, which I shielded from the tender sweetness of her pussy.

"Oh thank fucking God" she groaned as she threw back her head, moaning out loud. Her orgasm exploded onto my face and filled her as she pulled back her pussy lips, allowing her cum to just squirt all over my face and chest.

I opened my mouth wider, hoping to catch and taste her stream of cum, and let go of myself totally, as I finished my orgasm beneath her. "Fuck me, Nina."