Pearl 4

After being married for nineteen years, Pearl decided she could reinvent herself, not because of her ex, but because she'd dived voluntarily into being happily in love. The result of her loyalty might as well have been a piano dropped on her head.

At forty-seven, it took her almost a year to understand that what happened to her wasn't her fault. She took advantage of the free therapy her job provided. It was a beast for her to think about what she wanted out of life. Her therapist kept repeating that Pearl was her own worst enemy - and that all the rules in her head weren't real.

Toward the end of her first year as a divorced woman, she sat with her therapist.

Her therapist leaned toward her, saying, "You've had a few months to think about what you want and need. What is it that you want most?"

Pearl blurted out, "I'd really love to be looked at like a sexual being and get fucked."

The therapist didn't conceal her shock. She then burst out laughing. "I'm not supposed to say this, but a good fucking might push you out of your shell, Pearl. No pun intended."

Pearl laughed. "Sorry about that. I don't know where that came from, Jane."

Jane smiled and said, "It came from the truth. There's no shame in feeling those things. You get to decide for yourself now. Your daughter is grown, and your ex is gone. What are you waiting for?"

...

A week later, Pearl admired herself in her floor-length mirror. Her best friend Monica stood behind her, sorting clothes across the bed. Monica had begged and insisted they go out and see how many eyes Pearl could attract.

"I can't believe I'm standing here in my underwear, letting you tell me what to wear, Monica." She looked at Monica in the reflection of the mirror.

Monica turned toward her and laughed. "If you were wearing someone else's underwear, I would agree."

Pearl shook her head, laughing away her friend's quick wit. She turned from side to side, looking at her curves.

Monica whistled. "Pearly, you are quite sexy. Not just for forty-seven. But honest-to-goodness fuckable. Your ex Gary is an idiot!"

"Thank you, Monica. I know you're a lesbian, but I also know you don't lie to spare someone's feelings."

"If you ever want to switch teams, Pearl, I will gladly wear you like earmuffs, girl." Monica laughed. Pearl was accustomed to her advances, both subtle and direct. Monica stepped up behind Pearl, put her right hand under her chin, and lifted it. Her fingers wrapped around Pearl's throat as she extended her neck. Her left hand snaked around and rested on Pearl's stomach.

Something about the way Monica's fingers tightened on her throat excited her. She felt a slight tingle travel to her nipples. For a fleeting second, she imagined Monica undoing her bra and rubbing her nipples. With a little bit of surprise, Pearl felt her nipples harden.

Pearl made the mistake of looking at Monica's face in the reflection. Monica's eyes were softer and squinting a little bit. Their eyes locked. Even though Pearl never looked at Monica that way, she felt herself getting wet. Monica was three years younger than Pearl. She was taller and more athletic. Monica constantly reminded Pearl that she had better skin and a sex appeal that was difficult to pin down.

Monica's right hand tightened a little more around Pearl's neck. Something shifted in her eyes as she watched Pearl. Monica had never crossed the line physically, despite her evident admiration of Pearl.

Pearl suddenly hoped that Monica would cross the line. Her pussy became much wetter. She wanted Monica's hands on her.

Monica held her grip on Pearl's neck and tilted her head slightly to the left. Monica pressed her mouth on the side of Pearl's neck and nibbled. Pearl shivered. Monica's left hand began to caress up and down across Pearl's stomach. Pearl shivered again, and gooseflesh appeared across the back of her arms.

Monica's left hand moved up, and in a second, she was throttling Pearl's neck with both hands. Their eyes locked.

Monica whispered, "I will only do this if you ask."

"Do what?" Pearl whispered back, a little more hoarsely than she expected.

"Make you cum. It will take the stress off when we go out and find a proper man to fuck you." Monica grinned briefly and then began to lick the side of Pearl's neck.

Pearl nodded.

Monica's hands released Pearl's neck and moved behind her to unfasten her bra. She didn't take her eyes off Pearl's face as her hands moved. She took each side of the bra off of Pearl's arms and let it drop to the floor. She moved her hands back in front and rubbed underneath Pearl's breasts. Pearl pushed back against Monica instinctively as her fingers moved up and around her nipples. Monica took her time to travel around every inch. After teasing for a minute, she lightly pinched both nipples.

"Ooh!" Pearl's lips parted, and she struggled to keep her eyes locked with Monica. Monica moved her right hand down slowly and teased the edge of Pearl's panties. Her fingers traced horizontally back and forth and then down the side of Pearl's right leg. She ran her fingers slightly back up to the other nipple and pinched again. Her fingers then slowly tickled their way down her stomach and moved slightly inside of her panties.

Pearl grunted softly. She desperately wanted those fingers to touch her clit. She stood slightly on her tiptoes as if to push Monica's fingers lower.

Monica laughed and continued to lightly caress slightly inside her panties. Her left hand continued to move across both nipples and rub.

"Oh my god, Monica. You're killing me."

Pearl panted.

"Shhh. I'm going to get you there. How long has it been for you?"

"Cumming? A couple of months."

Monica shook her head. "Geez! I cum two or three times a day. I know just what you need."

Monica's fingers closed the gap as they moved down. Her middle finger slid effortlessly across Pearl's clit and rubbed across it several times. She then moved it slightly inside of Pearl and felt the wetness.

Monica suddenly pulled her hands away.

Pearl groaned. "No!"

Monica moved to Pearl's side. She put one hand behind her and used the other to pull Pearl's panties down slowly. In a couple of seconds, they were at Pearl's feet. She shifted her feet and kicked them away.

Pearled watched Monica in the mirror as she pulled her blouse over her head. Followed by her bra, pants, and then underwear. Pearl watched her do so with intense curiosity.

Monica moved behind her and locked eyes with Pearl again.

"Put one hand on each side of the mirror. Hold it tight. Spread your legs with your feet as flat as you can. You're going to need some stability for this."

Pearl almost whimpered. "Are you going to make me cum?"

"Indeed. You're going to remember this one because a woman touches another woman differently than a man can."

Pearl nodded. She knew it would escape her mouth like a squeak if she attempted to speak.

Monica kneeled on the floor. Pearl lifted her hands up to grab each side of the mirror and nodded. "Please do it now. I can't take it."

Monica lightly rubbed the back of Pearl's legs as her hands moved up to her ass and lightly caressed. Her left hand moved across her stomach and then repeatedly up and down each leg. Her fingers moved closer and closer to Pearl's clit. Pearl's legs already quivered a little as her fingers worked their magic.

Monica's fingers finally lightly touched Pearl's clit. She shivered and pushed her hips forward involuntarily. Monica responded by placing her hand flat across the back of Pearl's legs, right below her ass. She lightly used her thumb to press between the folds and move lightly across. She then moved her thumb lightly inside of Pearl. Pearl's head snapped back.

"Watch yourself in the mirror, Pearl."

As Monica voiced the command, Pearl slowly opened her eyes and looked down at Monica's face. Until that moment, Pearl didn't understand how a woman could have a lust-filled expression.

Pearl raised her head and stared. It was an uncanny viewpoint observing anyone, much less another woman, kneeling in front of her and wanting her to cum. Tingles traveled up and down her body.

Monica's hand behind her pushed hard as two fingers entered Pearl slowly. It was an unexpected sensation of being penetrated. Monica began to move her fingers in and out of Pearl. She took her time, even as Pearl's hips quivered and pushed against her fingers. Monica wanted to give her an amazing orgasm.

Monica continued to slightly increase the pace of her fingers. She watched Pearl breathe harder and harder. Monica knew she could make her cum immediately or make it last. Because it had been so long for Pearl, she decided to give her the gift of quickness. As she started plunging much faster, she used her thumb to rub against her clit as the fingers entered.

It was quicker than even Monica expected. Pearl's right foot raised off the floor, her toes still touching to stabilize her. She wanted to be fucked deeply. As Monica's fingers pumped relentlessly in and out of her, Pearl looked down at Monica and at her fingers plunging inside her.

"Fuck Fuck! I'm going to cum."

The first spasm made Pearl almost buckle against Monica's fingers. Monica supported her with her right hand as much as she could, pressing even harder against the back of her legs and ass.

"Ohhhhh!" Pearl screamed as the second and third spasms washed over her. She gripped the mirror so tightly she thought she might break it.

Monica continued to pump, looking up at Pearl's face.

"Oh. Oh. Ohhhhh..."

After several more spasms, she bent over slightly, breathing raggedly. Monica continued to pump and then pushed your fingers all the way inside with her thumb directly across Pearl's clit. She used her thumb to press methodically back and forth. Monica grinned as she watched her friend experience a new kind of pleasure.

Another thirty seconds passed as Pearl's breathing slowed. Her legs were quivering, and she put her right foot back on the floor.

Monica stood up and moved behind Pearl. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and locked eyes with her in the mirror. Pearl surprised herself by turning her head sideways and whispering to Monica that she wanted to kiss her.

"Thank you. I never imagined."

Monica grinned slightly. "Bet you did imagine. But never expected it to happen."

Pearl nodded in agreement as their lips lightly brushed one another's. Monica then kissed her way down Pearl's neck.

"Will you lay down with me for a few minutes, Monica?" Pearl wanted to cuddle.

"Of course," she answered.

Pearl walked a couple of feet and flipped the light switch off. Monica reached out her hand and held Pearl's fingers as she let her to the bed. They ignored the clothes laid out to be tried on.

Monica climbed over the clothes and stretched out, holding her hands up for Pearl. Pearl stretched out, facing her as Monica wrapped one arm under her head and the other pulled Pearl's hips. Pearl sighed. Monica traced imaginary outlines across Pearl's smooth skin with her right hand.

They lay there for several minutes. Monica noticed that Pearl's fingers were tracing down her back and along the length of her thigh. Shifting her body slightly, Monica used her left hand to pull Pearl's mouth to her breasts. Pearl didn't hesitate. Her tongue darted out across Monica's right nipple, flicking it quickly.

Pearl giggled. "I never imagined I would feel close to a woman like this. You do have an amazing body."

"It's because you feel safe with me. No explanations are needed. Experience it for what it is." She felt Pearl nod her head as her tongue continued to flick her nipple. After a moment, Pearl's left hand traced down Monica's stomach and tentatively caressed between her thighs.

Monica shifted again so that she was mainly lying on her back. She spread her legs and sighed as fingers rubbed the inside of her thighs and legs.

"Am I doing okay? I feel like an amateur."

Monica laughed. "Don't worry about technique. Focus on feeling. It's your first time, and you are a natural."

Pearl spread the fingers of her left hand and began to rub her head up and down. After a few movements, her middle finger finally made contact with Monica's clit. She moved her finger like she liked to be touched. As her middle finger went slightly inside Monica's pussy, she felt a tingle travel across her body. The wetness felt velvety and incredible.

"Uhhh," Monica whispered. "Amazing."

Pearl wanted to keep it simple, so she continued to alternate between flicking Monica's clit and slightly inserting her middle finger. They lay like that for several minutes, both of them lost in their thoughts.

"Do it fast."

Pearl moved her hand slightly and began to rhythmically increase her speed as her fingers ran inside Monica's thighs. She hoped that Monica would have an orgasm at least as good as the one she had.

Monica's hand pressed against the back of Pearl's head, drawing her close. Her hips moved slightly up and down to meet Pearl's fingers. Pearl imagined that she might be doing it wrong and stopped.

"Oh my God. Two seconds away! Please finish me." Monica's breathing was uneven.

Pearl ignored her doubts and once again began quickly rubbing and inserting her finger. Monica responded by pushing her hips up slightly off the bed. All she wanted was to feel the fire of letting her beautiful friend Pearl make her cum.

It happened soon enough. Though it was not a cataclysmic orgasm, she felt it all through her body as the spasms started. Wave after wave assaulted her, and she gripped the back of Pearl's head hard. Pearl did not slow her hand. She was almost holding her breath, both turned on and fascinated by giving another woman one of the best feelings in the world.

Monica grunted three or four times as her orgasm continued. If she were capable of clear thinking, she would have been surprised that her orgasm kept going. Her hips bucked up, and Monica hoped Pearl would keep her fingers going.

Her orgasm continued to the point it was almost excruciating. "Uhh. Uhh. Uhh. Lord!"

Ten seconds later, her hips collapsed to the bed, and the aftershocks of her orgasm made her feel like she was underwater.

When Monica could coherently speak, she whispered, "Thank you. I didn't expect you to return the favor."

Pearl nodded her head. "Is it bad that I'm turned on again?"

Monica lightly laughed. "Not at all. There is no right and wrong about wanting to feel pleasure."

"I'm not a lesbian. But it feels so fucking good."

Monica couldn't help herself. She laughed for several seconds. "Stop thinking about the labels."

Pearl felt a surge of closeness to Monica. She turned her head, and Monica immediately kissed her, pulling her close. They kissed and touched each other.

"You mentioned still being turned on."

Pearl whispered in agreement.

"I've got something in mind. It's really dirty. I've wanted to do it to you for a long time. Are you interested?

"Fuck yes," Pearl answered.

"I think it will help you to understand why you might not miss having a dick inside you. That much I can promise."

"Oh really?"

Monica giggled. "Get up and get one of those dildos you hide in your bedside stand. The long one."

Tingles overwhelmed Pearl. She didn't know much about being lesbian. Still, she knew Monica's aggressive focus on her turned her on.

Pearl moved across the bed, knocking clothes to the floor. She slightly opened the bedside table and pulled out the longest dildo she had. Monica rolled off the bed and walked around to meet her.

"On your back, " Monica told her. "Lay here on the end of the bed with your legs over each corner."

Pearl threw herself on her back with enthusiasm. She didn't understand why Monica wanted her lying on the corner of the bed. Monica stood at the end and leaned over her, her fingers tracing her breasts and nipples, then down across her stomach and thighs. A couple of seconds later, Monica's fingers caught her by surprise as they lightly rubbed in between her thighs.

Monica lightly touched Pearl's clit.

"Oh! Nice." Pearl whispered, not knowing if Monica heard her. In the dim light, she heard the click and then the buzz of the vibrator as Monica turned it on.

Monica trailed the vibrator between her legs, tantalizing her. Pearl wanted it buried inside of her.

"I'm going to fuck you with this thing. You better get ready." Monica's voice sounded confident.

Monica reached between Pearl's legs and held her open slightly. She pushed the tip of the vibrator directly onto Pearl's clit to see how she would respond.

"Oh!" Pearl grunted. Monica continued to use the vibrator directly. She knew it was too much stimulation. Pearl's left hand reached toward Monica, who assumed that she was going to push the vibrator away. Instead, she motioned for her to do it harder.

"Put it in. Please, put it in!"

Monica leaned and flicked Pearl's right nipple with her tongue as she continued to move the tip of the vibrator across Pearl's clit.

"Please put it in!" Pearl's breathing changed pace.

"Okay. I'll do it slowly so you can get used to it." Monica had other ideas, one she would soon share with Pearl.

Pearl shifted her weight and spread her legs. Her feet did not touch the floor. It occurred to her that she would not be able to use her heels to brace herself. In the same thought, she realized she would not be able to move her hips a great deal and that Monica could use the vibrator to fuck her relentlessly.

As Pearl lay there, realizing her vulnerability, Monica held the tip slightly inside Pearl's pussy, making her wait for it. She spread her thumb and forefinger across Pearl, holding her open and teasing her with the tip of the vibrator.

Just as Pearl started to beg her to put it in, Monica pushed it all the way inside in one fluid motion. She heard Pearl gasp in surprise. Monica smiled, knowing she was about to teach Pearl that she could still get fucked without some of the inconveniences of needing a man to do it.

Monica began to pull the vibrator in and out. She used the fingers of her left hand to caress Pearl's clit. She was going to be a little rough but somehow knew that it was what Pearl wanted.

Within a few seconds, she got a good rhythm and watched her hand push the vibrator in and out with more speed. Her fingers moved faster on Pearl's clit. She knew the shock of it would delay Pearl's orgasm, as the novelty and sensations would overwhelm her.

To her surprise, she was wrong. Pearl grunted repeatedly each time the vibrator went all the way in. Pearl's legs attempted to move, and her hips had no other option than to press against each side of the bed. The perfect position for Monica to use the vibrator to fuck her.

Monica could not believe it when she felt Pearl's orgasm starting. The grunts became little shouts, followed by a scream. Monica did not relent with either hand. She was committed.

Pearl's legs went rigid as she lay there open and exposed, letting her friend fuck her. Monica was as turned on as she ever had been. For a second, she felt like a man might be buried inside.

Pearl's orgasm was hard and long. Monica buried the vibrator inside her without pulling it out. She continued to use her fingers to knead and caress Pearl's clit. As the orgasm lessened, she reduced the speed of her fingers.

Pearl mindlessly grunted. This continued for a full minute. Monica moved her hands and leaned over Pearl. She rubbed Pearl's nipples softly, letting her feel the sensation.

"I'm jealous, Pearl. You're so beautiful. I'll never forget this." Monica was turned on beyond belief but also felt a surprising wave of affection.

Pearl whispered, "I won't forget either."

Monica started to say something, but Pearl interrupted her. "But when I can feel my legs again, it's my turn to fuck you like that."