I left Rebecca's apartment the next morning in a daze, my thoughts filled with what I had gotten Jennifer to do, and what Rebecca had gotten me to do. I kept thinking about what I saw Jennifer doing -- sitting in her car, not sure how to react, smelling her finger -- I kept thinking about this while I, ironically, sat in my car, not sure how to react, and smelled Rebecca's scent all over me. I still tasted her every time I swallowed or licked my lips. For a few minutes I just drove around slowly, not sure where I was going or what I was doing. I kept looking at myself in the rear-view mirror, tracing the soft lines of my face and my long brown hair and staring at my own shapely brown eyes, suddenly very aware of the fact that I was female, and that I had just had sex with another girl.
It wasn't just fooling around and experimenting like last time. I don't know what came over me. I was so into her, I kissed her so hard, I just slid right up and... ate her out! I had no trouble having an orgasm like the first time... I really, really enjoyed it... but what bothered me most is that I had an orgasm and then... still wanted to taste her. I still wanted to lick her, to have my mouth against her sex! I could still feel those soft, wet, intimate folds sliding against my face, from when I licked her deeply. I could still feel the walls of her vagina as they clenched around my tongue during her orgasm, and still hear her breathing heavily and gasping. The skin around my mouth was even still slightly sticky.
I shook my head to try to re-center my thoughts. Whenever I thought about Rebecca or Jennifer, I felt strangely light and my heart started to race. I was beginning to become really attracted to them. It felt exciting to walk so close to 'the line,' basically flirting with bisexuality, but... still... I was hesitant. I was afraid. I wasn't sure what I was afraid of -- maybe of losing control. Bisexuality was one thing... at least then I could have chosen who I wanted to be, could still have been gone back to being my normal old self... but I was afraid I might start enjoying it all a little too much if things kept going the way they had been.
Finally, I decided: next time Rebecca wanted me to have sex with her, I'd just offer to masturbate together instead. That would be fine with me... that would be something a girl just experimenting or having fun would do... not a big deal at all compared to passionately making out, grabbing each other, falling on the bed and... going down on each other... I shook my head again, trying not to think about how her soft breasts felt while pressed into my tummy, or how intimate and unique she tasted... or how slick she was against my tongue... or how warm her thighs had been against my cheeks...
Somehow, I had reached home while lost in my thoughts. I quickly locked my car door and rushed up to my apartment. I barely managed to close and lock my apartment door, before I slid my pants down to my ankles, sat roughly on the carpet with my back against the door, and started masturbating, as turned on as I had been the night before.
I was overwhelmed with everything that had happened. The lack of control, the passion of it all, was so erotic... I breathed in, smelling her all over me, tasting her on my lips. I re-imagined every sense memory I had of her, feeling her skin on me, the warmth of her body, that insistent wet little muscle inside me, licking me, sliding against me, flicking me, making me feel so good -- but, most of all, the thought of myself, face buried in a pussy, loving every second of it.
I felt a huge, natural, long, spontaneous orgasm coming -- that rare, best kind, when something erotic gets under my skin and basically compels me to masturbate. I was so excited. It had been a long time since I had had one of those. I was looking forward to it immensely, sinking my thoughts totally into my fantasy. I was almost there when a knock sounded on the door a foot above my head, making me jump in absolute terror and embarrassment. It was Jennifer of course, and, as soon as she's done licking me under my desk as I write this, I'll ask her, and write her story down... God, she's so good at it...
*****
I had been hanging around Kira's place for almost twenty minutes, trying to work up the nerve to knock, when I saw her come home. I hadn't even realized she wasn't home. I didn't wonder where she had been all night, though I should have. It took me another five or ten minutes to work up the courage. I remember telling myself, it's Sunday morning, come on, hurry up and do it, you don't have all day. It's the last day of the weekend. That was such a silly reason to finally do it, but it worked. I screwed myself up tall, walked right up, and knocked.
I heard a fumbling on the other side, but wasn't sure what it was.
"Kira?" I said through the door. "It's me, Jennifer."
I wasn't sure why I was there. Well, actually, I knew exactly why I was there... I just couldn't put into words. I had had two orgasms now, both from Kira's hand, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't believe I had gone my whole life without feeling an orgasm -- the anticipation, the body-filling pleasure, the release, the relaxation after. I had had all night and morning to think about it, ever since I excused myself from Kira's apartment and left, and, in the warm morning light, I found myself getting dressed, driving around, and somehow ending up in Kira's parking lot. I had slept, but it had been difficult, and I kept feeling echoes of that reverberating pleasure in my body whenever I laid down, like feeling ocean waves after a day at the beach.
Finally, the door opened. Kira looked completely flushed, and seemed a little off. Oddly, whatever was going on with her somehow made her even more attractive.
"Hey," she said, breathing slightly heavily. "How's it going... good morning, I guess?"
"Yep," I said awkwardly, looking around. I didn't really have a plan.
"You... need something?" Kira asked, slightly confused. Her flushed face and slight tired breathing really intrigued me.
"Have you... been exercising or something?" I asked, curious.
"Yeah," she responded, suddenly nodding. "Yeah... I was exercising, when you knocked."
"By the door?" I asked, confused, and thinking of the clatter I had heard. She looked away, trying to think of something to say.
"Oh my god," I said suddenly, figuring it out. "You weren't exercising, you were..."
"Yeah, yeah," she replied, cutting me off. She didn't seem that embarrassed or angry. It was more like she was... antsy. "Look, can we maybe talk later or something? I'm kind of... in a hurry."
She straightened up a bit, silently indicating that she wanted to close the door.
"See you... later I guess?" she said, starting to close the door, and probably thinking I was weird because I came over with seemingly no purpose.
"Wait!" I said abruptly, without realizing it.
