by Skye Reed
"They're looking at you," Paige said, with a hint of curiosity, perhaps wondering if I really meant to hide.
"I know," I said, "and I'm doing my best to ignore them." Turning back to the table I confided, "I wanted to look so good tonight, you know? Because I really haven't done this in a while. I just, I forgot what a pack of wolves they can be."
"You really aren't interested in them, are you?" Paige asked, adding, "Despite how gorgeous you look. I kinda feel sorry for all those men over there."
I just smiled and started to giggle. "I feel so amazing in this dress! But I don't really know why I'm doing it. I guess I just wanted to be 100% woman again."
"Ms. Evers," Becca said before I interrupted her. "Please, girls, feel free to call me Jess."
"Okay," she continued after a pause, "You're more experienced in these sort of things..." I interrupted again.
"Honey," I said in mock offense, the drink beginning to dictate my sense of humor, "Are you calling me old? Now I insist you call me Jess!" I think I caught her of guard with my jest, and felt a little bad when I she stammered an apology.
"Oh my gosh, no! Not at all!," she blurted, "My god, you're beautiful! I mean, I'm sorry, I just was going to say, or ask I guess, um, Jess..." Paige put a cautious hand over hers and tried to catch her eye. "I was just going to ask, how long is appropriately long enough for us to stay here before we can maybe slip away?"
"You're reading my mind, sweetheart," I said, "I was thinking the exact same thing." They gave each other a slightly odd look, and somewhere in the back of my blurry mind I was beginning to put two and two together. It was a pretty conservative crowd here, and maybe these two were here without dates and weren't dancing because they were actually together. I gave it a little think and made a suggestion.
"Maybe if you two ease out onto the dance floor and make your way over to the bride, you could give your final congrats for the evening and quietly ease away. I mean, you know, not together, but you know, together." My turn to be embarrassed, and they both smiled at my insinuation. "I'm gonna get up and do the same with the bride's parents, and try to sneak myself out of here unscathed. Sound like a plan?"
They nodded and started laughing. As a way to cover my gaff I said, "Tell you what. If you can make it to the hotel bar in ten minutes I'll buy you a drink. Probably just a small one for me, though." I wasn't ready for the night to end quite yet, but I was ready to get away from all the eyes on me, since the longer I stayed the hungrier those eyes would get. We all agreed and stood up, smoothing our dresses. "And we're off!"
It took me longer than I expected to give my best to Linda, having been intercepted along the way twice by insistent if not harmless hounds, but I was eventually able to say the proper words and make a proper exit, somewhat to her surprise. But fifteen minutes later I was heading across the lobby for my rendezvous when I encountered the girls heading my way in the opposite direction.
"Change of plans," Paige said, confidently blocking my advance. "It super crowded in there, so we had a bottle of champagne sent up to our room, and we'd like you to tag along." In the brevity of the moment I simply agreed. What she'd said made perfect sense, and her plan was a reasonable one. It did, however, occur to me that these girls were probably not yet living a lifestyle that could afford room service champagne. So the only thing out of place in my mind was the tab.
"Okay," I said enthusiastically, "as long as it's my treat!" I don't think they understood the intended meaning, because they just laughed again and spun me around, each taking an arm and escorting me to the elevators.
There was a couple in the car with us on the way up who got on after us, punching a lower floor than the one the girls hit. We were against the back wall, and in my periphery I could see Paige and Becca take each others hand. When the couple got off and the doors closed, they instantly spun to each other and embraced in an incredibly passionate kiss. It didn't shock me as much as it caught me off guard, at least the intensity of it.
"Oh hey!" I said, "Hello! Now that's what I call a kiss!" Their lips parted, and I think they were taken aback by my reaction, uncertain. I just smiled back. "Don't stop on my account. Pretend I'm not here." I'm not sure what they thought about that either, so I just shut up and they just held hands until the door opened. I tried to make amends by way of conversation as we walked down the hall.
"So, that must a have been bit of a tortuous evening for you two then?" They looked back and smiled, but said nothing. "I'm sorry," I said, earnestly, and they stopped. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were a couple. I mean, I kind of figured there was something up, but I didn't really put it together and I'm pretty buzzed, and I feel kind of stupid." What I didn't say was that I also felt confused and more than a little turned on. Watching these two beautiful girls, young women I should say, share such a sensual and heartfelt kiss had me extremely turned on. But these were my daughter's friends! What was I thinking?? And here I am, slightly drunk, following them to their hotel room, and making an ass of myself in the process.
They led me inside and the two of them immediately hugged each other tightly, then looked over to me. "It's fine Ms. Ev-, Jess," Paige said, "really, it's just fine." I still felt silly, and my body language must have conveyed that.
"Would you like a hug, too?" Becca asked, and I nodded. They both came over and enveloped me in a wonderful wash of perfume, satin, and soft, feminine warmth. I felt my heart and my body melt, but my pulse immediately shot through the roof. I was about ready to just fall over when the knock on the door startled all of us. Paige went to the door and quickly took the bucket and glasses from the young man, handing him a tip produced from I don't know where.
"Oh hey," I said, "I thought we agreed that would be my treat."
Paige just looked at me for a second, then smiled. "Oh that's what you meant! It's ok, we charged it to the wedding party. They said we could go wild this weekend. So let's!"
She popped the cork and a nice little stream of foam spilled onto her hands. She shook them off, giggling, and filled the glasses, handing them out as she did. Becca raised her glass. "To going wild!" she said, and we all repeated the toast and emptied our flutes.
Becca put her glass down and said, "Now if you'll excuse me, there's something I've needed to do for some time now," and she reached behind her and unzipped her gown, stepping out of it as it fell to the floor while kicking off her heels, leaving her entirely naked in front of us. No bra, no panties, her straight blond hair resting just past the shoulders of her petite, athletic frame. Then she reached behind Paige and unzipped her dress as well, producing the same result. Paige was a bit taller, nearly as tall as me with similarly dark hair, and every bit as athletically built as her girlfriend, with more substantial c-cup breasts. And suddenly there I was, a woman of a certain age, fully clothed, slightly drunk, in the hotel room of two extremely attractive and extremely young, naked lesbians. And then it just happened, before I could even gauge the right or wrong of it. Both girls encircled me with their arms and Paige put her fingers to my chin, directing me towards her kiss.
In mere seconds their hands went to work on my dress, sending it to the floor, followed almost immediately by my bra, liberating my ample breasts. Becca lowered her lips to them, lighting my nipples on fire. I stood there, almost foolishly, with my arms pinned to my sides by their bodies as their hands traversed every part of me within reach. When they converged between my legs and slipped beneath my panties, my knees buckled, and they had to catch me from falling. Becca moved behind me to take my weight as Paige dropped to her knees and put her pretty face between my legs. With her partner propping me up, she slipped my panties aside and put her tongue to my pussy, exquisitely devouring me with just the right amount of attention to each eager part. I couldn't tell you the last time someone had gone down on me, but I can assure you it was nowhere near as amazing as this. This girl sure as hell knew how to please a woman, and I found myself wondering what else I was in store for, now that my bisexual floodgat
es, or were they lesbian, had been opened.
Becca eased me back to the edge of the bed and lay me down, kissing me deeply while her hands played across my breasts. Paige, still on her knees, removed the rest of my lingerie and stockings, caressing my thighs with her hands and mouth, teasing me a little before placing her lips again to my now aching pussy. Their feminine touch was amazing. It seemed so delicate and perfect; soft but still passionate and hungry, and without the sort of brutish urgency of a man. For the next several minutes I just lay there reveling in their indulgence of me, before Paige's miracle tongue brought me up slowly to a long and gradually expanding orgasm that grew and grew within me until it finally burst through body, making me shake and shiver beneath their obliging lips and hands. It was like they'd opened a door to a whole new world of pleasure and comfort, and as the ripples of my orgasm faded to soft echoes, I felt so warm and perfect that a little tear trickled down my cheek.
That overwhelming emotion, however, was soon replaced by overwhelming arousal as the two of them, having initially focused on pleasing me, now turned their attentions to pleasing themselves. Paige climbed up on top of me, pressing her whole body against mine and kissing me, giving me a taste of my own sex on her lips, something else I hadn't realized I'd missed until that moment. I reached up and gave her perfect little peaches a good squeeze, rolling her nipples between my fingers, and she responded by pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. It was just so fucking wanton I could barely stand it. Becca pressed her face in and stole Paige's kisses from me, and they both sat up over me, kissing and caressing each other. Becca's parted thighs were just next to my head, and I rolled slightly over to explore her, first with tentative caresses from my fingers, but then by shifting further over to her, with my mouth, kissing my way up her soft young skin to her pale pink slit, not knowing exactly what I would do when I reached it, but hoping some sort of instinct would take over.
Instead, Paige pressed Becca back onto her elbows, and descended to join me between her thighs. I'd just given my first tentative vaginal kiss when I felt her face next to mine, smiling as she watched my tongue ease forward for a taste.
"Why, Jess," she teased, "You naughty, naughty pussy licker, you!! Doesn't my baby girl taste divine? Get your mouth in there, honey, and have a good taste." I felt her hand on the back of my head as she pressed me onto Becca, and my mouth closed around the entirety of her cute little slit, my tongue slipping into her viscid opening. I'm not sure how genuine Becca's vocal encouragement was, but she sighed and purred as she rocked her hips to direct my attentions, up and down at first, then holding for me to focus on her tiny hooded clit, my tongue running little laps around it until it grew weak. Out of either impatience or envy Paige pulled me back and put her own tongue on her lover's now glistening pussy, and I watched as she hungrily and quickly brought her to orgasm, her thighs flexing against both of us as her body trembled. This was just too much fun, watching these beautiful girls suck and cum and devour each other, and I felt like it was only going to get better.
Paige sat up and positioned her open legs between Becca's, their pussies aligned so that they could grind onto each other. I crawled up a little further next to Becca to watch, and helped myself to the girlish rise of her tiny breasts, first caressing, then kissing, then sucking her rosy nipples into tiny hard pebbles. Seeing Paige grind onto Becca, it seemed as if this was how real lesbian fucking took place, rubbing cunt on cunt, oscillating their hips back can forth. Their moans had changed from playful and pleasant to deep and fervent, and their pretty faces held the furrowed looks of extremely intense pleasure. There was no other word for it: they were fucking the hell out of each other. And big strong Paige started making the most darling little high-pitched squeaks as she started to cum. So fucking cute and so fucking hot at the same time, and as I lay there next to them, I fingered myself as I enjoyed the show.
And so it went like this for at least another hour, maybe more. We'd maneuver ourselves into pleasant positions and finger and kiss and lick each other into various states of mutual ecstasy. I rubbed pussies with both of them, first on the bottom but then on top, and each time it was amazing, so intimate and primal. At one point I was on my knees between Paige's legs with my ass elevated, and felt the indescribable pleasure of Becca's tongue on my anus, first just licking it in broad, flat strokes, but then pressing it into me, literally tongue-fucking my ass while she rubbed my clit from underneath. Holy shit, that was amazing. I'd tried anal before without too much pleasurable success, but I'd never had a man worship my ass the way she did with such sensual abandon. Also, and to my amazement, it seems Becca's precious little pussy could accommodate all of Paige's fist, something that all but transported her beyond consciousness. I let them try it with me but couldn't quite manage it, although just by getting four fingers deep into me I could see how good it would feel to have my vagina stretched and relaxed and filled so completely.
So we lolled around and fucked, then rested, then fucked again into the wee hours of the morning. We got some more room service when we got hungry, and occasionally rinsed ourselves off in the shower, alone or in pairs. I found myself wanting it to last forever, even though I knew it was impossible. And I kept pushing from my mind how I was possibly going to tell Ariel about it, or if I even would. It was just so magical being with these to women.
In the morning, as I was slipping back into my dress before heading to my room, I thought back to that moment in the mirror when I first bought it, and wondered how much of a role it had played in how the evening had transpired, and how it would forever embody this turning point in my life, if that's what this would turn out to be. If nothing else, it opened up a whole new horizon of possibilities for me, and gave me a new appreciation of feminine sexuality.
Before I left them, I shared these thoughts, and that I was still probably awash in this new sea of change. They were very sweet and did their best to empathize, but being in a totally different stage of life I don't think they really could. I wondered aloud if the three of us would ever be able to repeat the experience, despite the travel it would require, or whether I'd be able to find someone else to share myself with where I lived. They both softly laughed when I said this, which made me feel silly and naïve.
"Trust me, Jess," Paige said, "It simply will not be a problem for a woman as beautiful as you to find another woman, or two, or three, of any age, to join you." I smiled and blushed, staring at my feet. These girls made me feel so young! "And I hate to tell you this," she continued, "but that pack of wolves you were dealing with last night? Well, you've pretty much just double the size of it. And I'm here to tell you, resisting those she wolves can be a bitch."
My First Taste
They say you never forget your first time. Although it's been nearly 20 years, I can still remember it well. It was January of 99 and I had just turned 18.
My parents went out of town to celebrate their anniversary for the weekend, and that meant one thing for me. Busting as many nuts as I could.
I called my girlfriend at the time to try and make plans. Let me tell you, she was a sex pot of horniness. Shoulder length dirty blond hair, 5ft 6in, 175lbs with 44DDs. Yeah she was a little chubby, but damn she could suck my cock like crazy. However, it wasn't meant to be. Her family sprung a last minute ski trip for the weekend.
Crap, now what was I to do. I had no plans, a list of chores my parents wanted done, and nuts so full, they felt as if they could explode any minute.
Well Friday evening after I got home and said goodbye to my parents, I decided to do the one thing I knew I needed to take care of first. Not more than 30 minutes passed by, I was sitting naked in my room rubbing one out. In my post orgasmic glow, I scooped up some of my cum off of my chest and brought it to my mouth. Didn't smell bad nor did it taste bad. Made me wonder why my girlfriend wouldn't let me shoot in her mouth.
As I sat there, idly playing with my cock and admiring my body. (I was 6ft, 220lbs of well fed football player physic. Not fat bu
t not chiseled either, just solid) I started to get an idea. In town was an adult book store I'd been very curious about visiting. Only problem is you had to be 18. I thought, well shit Hawkeye, here's my chance.
I took a shower and threw on some decent clothes. Really didn't know what to expect.
Into town I went. Drove by at least 6 times. Mostly looking for cars I recognized. Really didn't want the embarrassment of explaining to anyone, least of all my parents. I walked in to the dimly lit place to see walls plastered with toys of all shapes and sizes. Movies lined another wall. Each labeled according to the type you wanted.
"Can I help you?" asked the rough voiced middle aged man with a slight suspicious tone.
"Yeah, its my first time in here. Thought I'd check it out." I was hoping whatever false bravado I had would help mask my nerves.
"Gathered as much. Got any ID? Can't be having minors in here."
"Sure thing" I replied as I handed him my driver's license. As he looked it and me over, a sly smile came across his face.
