Greetings perverted friends and friendly perverts.
This short story was written to celebrate my fiftieth story contribution to Literotica.
All characters in this story are grown adults over the age of eighteen.
As with most things that I write, this series takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about pandemics, std's, or the need for birth control.
IsabellaEmily
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"Trust me." Julie told me for the tenth time. "You'll love it. I promise."
"Okay." I said. "But like we talked about I'm just here to check it out. I'm not sure I'm interested."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She said with a wink. "You're not here because you're unsure. You're here because you want to feel what a tongue feels like down there."
Before I could respond she knocked on the door and then grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to her. By the time the door opened we were standing shoulder to shoulder on the front steps of the small blue house.
Standing on the other side of the screen door was a woman who looked to be in her middle fifties.
Her dark hair was streaked with gray, and her eyes were big and blue behind her glasses. She was wearing a conservative knee length black skirt, plain black shoes, and a white collared shirt under a dark gray sweater.
She didn't look like a nun. She looked like most librarians I had seen.
"Sister Millicent, this is my friend Emma." Julie told her. "You asked if I had any friends who might enjoy this, so I invited her to meet you."
"And here she is!" said Sister Millicent, with a soft smile. "Come on in, both of you!"
We stepped through the front door, letting her close it behind us.
The house smelled pleasantly of baked bread and coffee. We were standing in the cozy front room, and Julie took her coat off and put it on the loveseat.
"It's nice to meet you, Emma." Sister Millicent told me, shaking my hand formally. "I'm glad you are here."
"It's nice to meet you too." I said. "Julie sort of insisted."
"Well Julie certainly knows what she wants doesn't she?" Sister Millicent said with a wink. "So ladies, how are we going to do this?"
"Do?" I asked softly, looking to Julie for guidance.
My presence was her idea, and I was here just to meet Sister Millicent and see what was what.
At least that's what I kept telling myself.
"Emma just wants to stay out here for now." Julie said. "She really wants to do more, but she's new to stuff like this and is pretty nervous. She might just listen this first time."
I felt myself flush, and I wondered if I looked as awkward as I felt.
"Is that right?" Sister Millicent asked. "Well, there's nothing wrong with that Emma. There's no need to be nervous, but you are welcome to sit and make yourself as comfortable as possible."
"Thank you." I said, feeling foolish.
Sister Millicent put her hand out and Julie took it.
"Are you ready Julie?" She asked.
"Oh yes." Julie said. "I've been so horny all day just thinking about this. I got wet just walking up your sidewalk."
"Well we better get started then." Sister Millicent said. "I've been looking forward to this all day as well."
Still holding her hand, Sister Millicent led Julie across the room to a small doorway. Through the doorway I could see a large bed with a pink bedspread and several pillows.
After they went through one of them pushed the door closed a bit, but it remained open about six inches.
Maybe they left it open for me to hear them. Or maybe they always left it open since there wasn't anyone else here.
I stood alone for a moment, and then took my jacket off and sat down, feeling awkward and unsure of myself.
Julie had lived around the corner from Sister Millicent for years. Last winter during our freshmen year of community college one of our instructors had suggested that Julie could benefit from some tutoring.
On the list of paid tutors was her neighbor, and Julie had gone to see her and ended up signing up to be tutored. After her grades came up, she kept seeing her, and had even signed up for a summer study course with her.
And then yesterday over coffee Julie confessed to me that a few weeks ago Sister Millicent had gone down on her.
"What?" I'd asked, unsure I'd heard right. "The nun?"
"I don't think she's a nun anymore." Julie giggled. "She moved here when she retired. Or quit. Or whatever."
"She did what to you?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this information.
"Not really to me." Julie said, sipping her latte. "For me."
"For you?" I asked.
"Oh yes." Julie said with a giggle. "It was absolutely amazing."
"She...she went...she did that...to you?" I asked incredulously.
"Sure." Julie said. "It was weird at first. I sort of thought she was kidding. But she told me she'd always loved doing that and really wanted to do it for me. And one thing led to another, and she did."
"You wanted her to?" I whispered.
"I'd never really considered it." Julie said. "But the more I sat there thinking about her offer the more I wondered if a woman really would know how to do it best. And the longer I wondered the more I sort of wanted to try it. So I let her."
"How was it?" I whispered, unable to help myself.
"Fucking amazing." She said leaning forward in our booth. "She took me into her bedroom and took my pants off and had me lay on the bed. At first, I felt really weird, but once she got started I forgot everything except how good it felt."
"Did she...did you...you know?" I asked, curious lust tight in my belly.
"Oh yes!" she said. "One of the best ones I've ever had. I felt like my head was going to explode. And she just kept going and going until I could hardly walk or talk."
"Did you...take turns?" I asked.
I knew I was asking something intrusive, but she'd brought it up.
"No." she said. "She told me she just likes to give."
"That's weird." I said. "But I might have been curious enough to let her try it once too."
"Twenty-three times." Julie said.
"Twenty-three times what?" I asked.
"I let her do it twenty-three times." Julie giggled. "I thought I'd just let her try it once, but I liked it so much I went back the next morning. And I keep going back. Twenty-three times now over the past couple of weeks."
"Holy shit." I said. "You're a pervert."
"So are you." She giggled. "You think about sex as much as I do."
"Yeah." I said. "I guess. But why are you telling me this? Do you like girls now?"
"Nope." She said. "I still like guys. But this is something too good not to share. She really knows how to do it and it's the best thing I've ever felt."
Now I was more than curious. I was hot. And wet.
"You like guys, but you let a nun make you orgasm?" I asked.