In the previous chapter, we discussed a few simple rules men should follow to capture my heart…and other body parts. Today we will forget the male sex and concentrate on the softer side. The loving side. The female side. Welcome to my bi world.
In my world, I can watch a couple pass by and turn to appreciate BOTH asses. I can scan any person from head to foot and have an unlimited number of features to admire.
So, if you are a female and you are wondering how to grab my attention, let me begin. Guys—you have to make a choice at this point. Either exit now or continue reading and maybe learn something. You are allowed to look, but not touch.
OK girls, I think we’re alone now. We have all day and all night to ourselves.
What’s that? You’ve never been with a girl before and you’re nervous? Relax. You’ve already passed the first test. As soon as I saw your tinted hair curled over your ears and down onto your shoulders, and your bluish gray eyes with those long lashes, I knew you were the one.
You wore just enough makeup to accent your lips and cheekbones. You walked past me slowly, looking sideways at me with your head tilted down like a shy child. Your ass cried out to me from inside your skintight jeans. You oozed passion.
My infatuation led me to your side. A conversation ensued as you looked into my eyes. I touched your arm and you looked down--first at my hand, then my nipples as they pressed against my shirt, and back to my eyes. You were captivated.
Now we sit alone in my apartment. We drink and we talk. I get wet whenever you turn and your black bra peeks out from under your blouse. You’re intelligent and funny. Yes, you are more comfortable than an hour ago, but it’s obvious I will make the first move.
The dreaded first move. It will either lead us to bliss or cause you to leave. It’s a chance worth taking. I want you.
You are Heather, a grad student at a local college. Twenty-three. My age, only more mature. You want to be an accountant and, eventually, a chief accounting officer in a corporation. Your eyes pull me inside.
You’ve dated guys before but never had one treat you right. You admit you don’t know what “right” entails, but you’ll know it when it happens. Lately, you’ve been attracted to female friends and strangers. Your breasts seem small under your blouse. I want to put my mouth over one and taste you.
You like my long straight hair and narrow eyes. You wish you were petite. I look at your hourglass figure and the way your hips curve down to your thighs. Your legs are pulled under you and the jeans are tight against your pussy.
I lean over to you. You don’t back away as our lips get closer. They touch and my tongue feels your warm skin. Our mouths open. We haven’t touched each other, yet. But, the fervor of our kiss confirms your desire.
Before I proceed, I pull away from your lips. You lick them slowly and look furtively at me. No words are spoken. I lean forward once more. We kiss again and I push against you with my mouth. You understand and fall backward on the couch.
Finally, my hands feel your body. They slide under you so I can pull up on your shoulders, pulling you harder against my mouth. I feel your legs as they stretch out on the couch next to me.
I fight the urge to rip open your blouse and pull off your bra, afraid that might frighten you. No. I need to be gentle with you. I need to assure you that you are doing the right thing--that your pleasure is more important than mine. I need to make you want to do this again, and again.
Our legs intertwine naturally. I feel you get tense as my thigh presses hard against your pussy. I can only imagine how wonderful that will feel when we’re naked.
And there’s little doubt now that we will be naked soon. Your arms are wrapped tightly around me. Your fingers get tangled in my hair as you draw my head closer. I can feel our breasts press together and our hips grind.
When I sense that your excitement is growing, I begin to kiss your face and neck. You lean your head back to give me more room. My mouth enters the open area at the top of your shirt and you hold your breath.
I open the top button. My lips can feel the softness of your breast. One more button and I can see both breasts lightly held in a thin, silky bra. I kiss my way down to the material.
Your hands stroke my hair as I open yet another button. Your breathing is heavy and uneven. I can see your breasts rise and fall erratically as I unbutton your blouse down to your jeans. A quick tug and the blouse is free from inside your jeans. The final button is opened.
I gradually pull your blouse open and take in the beauty of your smooth, flat stomach and silk covered breasts. I lean up and lay the blouse open across your shoulders. We kiss as my hands feel for your skin.
My hands slide under you and find your bra strap. Within seconds, your bra is unhooked and I move down your body. I place my hands below your breasts and unhurriedly push up, sliding the soft bra toward your neck.
Erect nipples come into view first, followed by the entirety of your full, firm breasts. I take them into my hands and knead them gently, feeling the soft skin squeeze against my palms.
You are looking at me with wonder in your eyes…and excitement…and anxiety. Are you afraid you won’t like it? Do you wonder what I expect of you?
Your eyes are closed now because my mouth has wrapped around the tip of your left breast and I suck on your nipple. My tongue glides back and forth across the nipple and my lips bite it.
I hear you moan. Your hand pulls my head down. I put as much of your breast in my mouth as I can, frantically licking and sucking you. Your legs wrap around mine as your desire grows. I can feel the ever-increasing wetness between my legs.
I pull away from you and begin to pull the blouse down your arms. You assist me and toss the shirt to the floor, followed by the bra. My fingers trace around your naked breasts, the moistness of my mouth still evident on one of them.
