What Turned Me On Part 12B

What turned me on. Part 12 B

Picking up from the ending of Chapter 12A;

As we stood face to face, her hands clenched in mine, I could feel her pulse on my fingers. Mary pulled her hands from mine, and reached around me, pressing her body up against mine. We held each other tightly for the first time during this trip. It was such a warming, relief to have her holding me, needing me and wanting me, as I did her.

I knew right then and there; that life had changed for me. Not so much that I was some wild, flying out-of-the-closet lesbian, but because I was in love with someone who was my best friend, my sexual partner, and someone I needed in my life.

When we broke from our long hug, Mary looked at me and whispered, "I am sorry it took me so long to accept it and admit it, but I am truly in love with you Jill."

We stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, both of our eyes welling up with tears, our arms still loosely wrapped around each other's waist, when it truly hit me. I was falling in love, opening my heart, as she was doing for hers, and accepting the start of the next phase of our lives together.

I got so excited and scared at the same time that I didn't know if I was going to chirp out in happiness or throw up from fear. My whole body was shaking. My lips were trembling, as were hers. We both had just admitted something that I believed neither of us ever believed we'd say to another woman and here we were after a snap argument, in the florescent light of our hotel room, staring into each other's eyes.

So many questions were coming to mind, so many issues needed to be bridged, so many feelings needed to be digested yet so much anticipation was building.

I placed my hands on both sides of Mary's cheeks and pulled her face into mine Our lips pressed together and I could taste the saltiness of her tears along her lips. We both trembled as our mouths parted and our tongues touched. All the fears, all the concerns, all the anxiousness of being here, coupled with our argument and admittance, were all exploding deep within our minds and our souls. It was without a doubt, one of the most erotic, yet scariest moments of my life.

Mary and I made love that night, over and over again. This time it was hotter. It was sexier. It was closer. It was more romantic and it was the first time doing it after saying, "I love you." It was beyond exhilarating. I will tell you all about that night in part B. But until then just know, it was the best lesbian sex I had ever had, pre-and-post the I love you; including my little relationship with Jane.

I wouldn't have traded it for the world.

And I wouldn't have. I have had a host of romantic nights with men and even with my husband, but never with a woman. Never in this aspect. Never in this type of situation. Never in premonition of eating pussy and ravishing a woman I just admitted to, as she did to me, that we were in love.

My heart was pumping. I could feel the blood running through my veins. How my anger-fueled blow-out, led to this moment. How scared I was. How nerve-wracking this had become. How incredibly different this was from any similar situation I had before. How tantalizing it was to know that the person I stood kissing, was the person I wanted to have unbridled sex with. How uniquely different it was going to be moving forward knowing I was ready to come out. Ready to become who I had become in the content of this relationship. Knowing how fingers and toys and tongues were going to be the only thing entering my vagina. And I planned to do the same to hers. How ready I was to scream to the world, I am in love with a woman, yet how terrified that made me feel.

Before I could even digest more thoughts, Mary pulled from our kiss and grabbed both sides of the top of my dress, pulling down with enough force to pull the material away from my skin, ripping the left side of it as she was trying to get my tits out.

As she leaned back in trying to kiss me, while her hands were plunging under my bra, I was moaning through our kiss, "The zipper, got to unzip the zipper."

I felt her hands on my back fumbling with the zipper, which was now most likely torn and offset from the force she used to try and pull the front of the dress down. I was wiggling and trying to pull my arms through the sleeves, as I heard the material rip even more. Finally, it was loose enough for me to slip my arms out, as it fell dangling at my waistline. Mary pulled down both of my bra cups down, letting my tits pop free. Her right hand cupped and squeezed my left tit, pushing it up into my chest, as we kissed deeply. I hadn't been seduced this hard or this passionately in a long time, and I could feel the juices flowing throughout my whole body.

Mary pushed my face up and to the right with her hand as her mouth kissed along my jawbone, down my neck across my chest, and onto my left nipple. She sucked hard and with fury, as her warm wet mouth pleasured me. I was gasping for air, in the heat of this moment, because it was the first time she had seduced me this hard since we had been together. I don't know if she finally accepted who she was (at that moment anyway), or where we were heading, or because we both said I love you. But she was taking me and I was the prize she was going to get.

As Mary sucked on my nipples and played with my tits, I managed to slip out of my dress completely, kicking off my heels. Mary came back face-to-face with me, mouthing the words, "I want you." She guided me by the hand back to the bed and as I began to sit down, she pushed my torso back, knocking me flat. She stood over me at the edge of the bed and pulled her dress over her head and in one fluid motion, managed to slip out of it, reached behind her, unhooking and dripping her bra, revealing her sexy tits. She grabbed and cupped both of them while looking at me erotically, as she licked her lips.

I edged backward on the bed, getting my feet onto the mattress with my knees up. Mary rubbed all over my knees and down my thighs as far as she could reach, until she knelt on her knees at the foot of the bed. Mary pushed my legs open and slid my panties aside to the left, diving face-first into my pussy,

I felt her tongue go directly inside of me. I gasped in surprise and pleasure as she started trying to push her tongue in and out of me, swirling around my clit occasionally, then returning to my opening. My mouth was wide open, and my head was back as she continued pleasing me. My hand grabbed my tits, and roamed over my body, my fingers even went inside my mouth at times because I was beyond turn-on.

I was coming closer and closer to orgasm, with each swipe of her tongue, and was dying to cum all over her face. I looked down at her, seeing her eyes, over my stomach. Her mouth buried deep in my loins, licking, sucking, and pleasuring my pussy like she hadn't before. She jammed two fingers deep inside of me, my back arched and I yelled out in pleasure. Mary fingered me hard, while her mouth was covering my clit and I was begging her in a voice, I hadn't used in a long time to "Don't stop." "Don't Stop!"

I came hard and fast and as much as I needed a moment to catch my breath, Mary didn't stop, she just kept pumping my pussy full of her long feminine fingers. I was gasping and chirping, rocking back and forth, doing reverse crunches as my legs and hips were swaying back and forth on the mattress. I came hard a second time and was in heaven and she made me squeal.

"Mary, I want your pussy," Came flying out of my mouth as she fingered me hard.

Mary pulled her dripping wet face from my pussy, stood up, lowered her panties, and climbed right on top of me. Her body pressed up against me for mere seconds as we kissed, but then she continued upwards, climbing right over the top of me. Her pussy, rested right at my chin, as she lowered herself down onto my lips. Before I could even get my lips wet, or my tongue out her opening was on my face. She pressed down hard, as I started to lick, suck and swirl my mouth around her clit. I was looking up across her body and saw her eyes focused on my mouth which was pleasing her. Her juices flowing, her cunt, slightly acidy, tasting hot and erotic as it always does.

My pussy was still dripping, and reeling from my orgasms. My asshole was throbbing and pulsing, needing to be fucked hard. Mary had my arms pinned down, so the best I could do was grab both of her ass cheeks as her clit was in my mouth. I heard her moans getting louder and louder. Her whimpers of "Jill, Jill, Jill." Getting more frequent, more resounding. "Jill, Jill, and third JA' came out of her mouth before I felt her body shaking, convulsing, and thrusting as she was cumming on my face. My ass rose from the bed, because I knew exactly, what she was feeling, and her cumming made me even wetter than I already was.

"Oh Fuck!" She cried out as my tongue just kept going.

I edged her up slightly and slid my thumb inside her wet pussy from behind as my mouth continued covering, licking, and sucking on her clit. Mary was so turned on that she started lightly bouncing up and down on my thumb like it was a cock. Within seconds she exploded again. Her thighs locked up, her body quivered and she gasped loudly. I think the whole floor of that hotel knew we were having sex.

When she finally regained her balance and concentration, Mary climbed off of me and came down chest to chest with me, lying right between my legs. She licked around my lips and on my chin, to taste her pussy before kissing me deeply again.

Our kiss didn't break for minutes as our hands and fingers wandered over every bit of one another's bodies. She whispered "Thank you," through our kiss.

"Thank you for what?" I questioned.

"For telling me you love me," she replied.

We continued kissing, touching, and caressing for several minutes. We finally took a brief break so we could both pee, but came right back face-to-face, kissing and touching until we were both soaking wet again.

We laid side to side, our faces pressed deeply into each other with one of our legs lifted and proceeded to finger each other to another orgasm as the night progressed. At times through it, I did wish we had a dildo or a strap-on because I needed a hard dick in my pussy and my ass, but we managed.

We ordered food during one of our breaks. I think I surprised the room service delivery guy by answering the door in only a robe. I know he could see Mary on the bed under the blanket as I grabbed the trays from him. I bet he left our room with a hard-on, knowing two women were fucking in that room.

After our first few orgasms, the remainder of our night progressed like this. We ate, we fucked. We napped, we fucked. We'd cool down, let the sweat dissipate, we'd laugh, we'd giggle, we'd tease each other a bit, we'd touch, we get aroused again, we fucked. We'd get up to pee, cuddle back in, we'd fucked. When we weren't fucking, we were cuddling, we were talking and we enjoyed every moment of that night. At least I did.

We had done a 69 with her on top. Sometime later, we did one with me on top. We fingered each other in the ass, although I know I like it more than she does and had literally exchanged every bit of bodily fluids women can do with women.

In the wee hours of the morning, just as I was just dozing off, Mary cuddled in again and began rubbing my body. I knew she wanted more so I rolled over, kissed my way down her body, and ate her pussy again. This time she lightly squirted as she orgasmed, leaving a big wet spot on the bed. Just when I thought we had finally finished and had rolled over onto my side to doze off, Mary threw the covers off of the bed. She guided my left leg up towards my chest and started rubbing my pussy from behind. It didn't take long for me to get wet again and before I could even fathom her next move, I felt her slide two fingers deep in my pussy from behind. Followed immediately by a finger deep in my ass.

She started pumping and thrusting me harder than anyone ever had before. I was chirping aloud until my last bit of energy drained and my body stirred up one last orgasm which finally shot out from inside of me. I couldn't have gone another road, even if I wanted to. It was beyond amazing. Before the night was over, we both must have had at least 10 or 11 orgasms each.

We slept... maybe... four hours that night. But the most important part of the night, whatever time it was, when we finally fell asleep cuddled together, Mary whispered in my ear, "Thank you for this."

When I awoke the next morning with the sun blaring into my eyes, I was tired, drained, sore, achy, and my pussy hurt. I hate to say it that way. But my girl hurt. I don't think anytime before, or since, anyone has fucked me long enough to be sore. Oddly enough, there was no dick involved. We absolutely ravished each other that night and I was paying the price that morning. I'm not complaining, because it was amazing, but I felt like I had been hit by a Mac Truck right in my pussy.

I went to the lobby to get some coffee and when I got back to the room, Mary was awaking from her slumber. I had brought her a cup and I sat on the edge of the bed as she was coming to life. She arched, leaned, stretched, and moaned as if she was hung over. The light was bothering her eyes, but she managed to come to life drinking her coffee, her tits hanging from her chest, as she sat with the blanket covering her from the waist down. Her hair was a mess, whatever make-up was left, was smeared, missing, or out of place. Her eyes were swollen, and red and she looked like I felt.

As we were loading the car, both of us moaned and groaned putting our suitcase in the trunk of the car. Just after pulling out of the hotel parking lot and getting on the main road towards the highway, Mary embarrassingly asked me if I was sore.

I question her, "Sore where?"

"Your pussy?" She replied.

"Oh, yeah." I exclaimed, chuckling, "Very sore."

Our drive home was rather quiet with very little communication. We held hands for a while, but Mary eventually pulled her hand from mine and she dozed off for a while as I drove. I had a million thoughts running through my mind, as I'm absolutely sure she did too. And as much as I wanted to go home and start preparing myself to come out to friends first, then to my family that I was dating Mary and falling in love with her. The moment sent major concerns reeling through my head. I would have hoped that most of the people I called friends would have accepted it, whether they liked it or not, but some would have turned their back. My parents... Uhm, who knows? And my ex would have surely had a field day with it. I could hear his snide comments already. Lord knows he blamed me for our failed marriage. I could only imagine how much more demeaning he would have been, now blaming me that I was a lesbian and that's why we failed.

I knew and completely understood Mary's fears and concerns. They were probably 10 times worse than mine. And as boastful as it is to say to her in the middle of an emotional argument, that I wanted more. I wanted to be out, to tell her I loved her, as she did for me. But, when reality hit and we were outside of that room, outside of that moment, it was going to be different. I knew exactly what she felt like. And I was just as scared as she was. Especially if we didn't make it.

As the weeks went by, I heard less and less from Mary. The texts weren't as frequent, the dirty talk was rare, the erotic pictures ceased and the time spent together dwindled. And I blame both of us for that. But I knew she was never going to be able to accept us as a couple in a long-term relationship. I think she got to experience something beyond her wildest imagination. She did something she "was never supposed to do," and put her faith and trust in me, to keep it our own. And I also got to experience something I would have never imagined. I take comfort in knowing what we had was special. Sometimes it just works out that way. But it was a glorious short ride, one I'm sure neither of us will ever forget.

I was confused at times. Even angered. I kept thinking to myself how can two women have the friendship, the lust, the desire, and some incredible sexual experiences as we did, yet just end up walking away? I don't know how many of you who are reading this have had a same-sex experience or are bisexual. But I tell you what an amazing, unique, erotic, sensual feeling it is when you - as a woman - are eating another woman's pussy. And how it changes something in the brain. It just sends you on a trajectory, you never imagined and makes you rethink, things that have been embedded in you since your coming of age. I guess truth be told, I had better sex with men. That's nature. But when you find someone of the same sex, and have these passionate, hot, erotic moments of eating pussy and getting each other off. Spending the nights together, building the friendship and trust. Having erotic convos, with erotic pics, how can you just let it fade? Guess only those who experience it can answer those questions. I have yet to answer it myself. But I would recommend it. At least to have the experience.

Looking back now I can honestly say, I think we both hit the pinnacle of our relationship that weekend. It was the utmost we were ever going to be. The best time we were ever going to have. The hottest sex we would ever be engaged with (in the aspects of two women) and the best connection on that emotional and physical level we would ever achieve. Maybe we were both at that point in life where we needed each other and needed something different. Needed to be away from men. Needed that different kind of love, a different experience. Needed to have something wild and unexpected. Needed to be on the other side of the playing field, reaching out for a different way of life.

I compare it to training and preparing to climb a mountain. We both worked so hard, we were determined, we were engrossed and engaged to make it up there and celebrated it while on top of the world. But after climbing down that mountain, we went back to life, just basking in the warm thoughts, memories, and accomplishments we had achieved.

Truth be told, my time with Mary is one of the fonder memories of my sexual experiences. I enjoyed kissing her. I liked the giggly butterfly feeling I'd get when we were making out. Or as I started to undress her and ended up playing with her tits. Kissing my way down her body slowly as we both got more aroused. I absolutely loved eating her pussy. As odd as that may sound. I really liked it. I had always sucked dick with my boyfriends and for my husband, but there was something about sliding her panties off and looking at her perfectly shaved, wet pussy, knowing I was going to be licking it and sucking it that made those moments even more erotic, desirable and pleasurable. I guess you can say for a stent in my life I was pussy crazy and I'd absolutely agree.

I did love her. A surely different form of love than a man and woman, but love nonetheless. A different, erotic, exciting, taboo, and special kind of love. One that is not as widely accepted as it should be. And I believed she loved me. I do think - if it would have gone further - that she would have had more issues accepting it, than I would have. She surely would have had more issues showing it and problems letting every person in her life know she was dating a woman. And I could understand where she was at. As I said, we had climbed the mountain and now that we accomplished the mission, we had to return to our normal lives.

I thought about fighting hard to retain our relationship since she had been there for me on a chance meet, before my divorce even started. And that we both had taken that risk, as unusual and emotional as it was. We both experienced love between two women and had some amazing sex. But pushing her to uncomfortable levels of emotions and actions would have just made it worse. So, as she slowly slipped away, I slowly released my grip and just let her go.