I really didn’t want to. The problem was I also really wanted to. Conflicted emotions ran over me. On one level, I was turned on. On another, I was scared. I suppose I was also pretty damned worried about how awkward things were going to get with all of us if we went through with it. I loved my roommates, and I didn’t want to spend even one second afraid to have a real conversation with them. I was also pretty damned nervous about the kissing itself. Hell, kissing boys was just kissing. Kissing girls was something else altogether. I stared at my friends and thoughts I’d never had seemed to take over. I noticed how beautiful Tamara’s lips were. I noticed that Faye had a lovely face. In the end, curiosity beat concern and I said, “Okay. Let’s play.”
Faye and Tamara started giggling and I said, “How do we decided who goes first? I mean, I haven’t played this game in a long time and I think we drew names out of a hat or something like that.”
Tamara shrugged and got a deck of cards from the kitchen junk drawer. She dealt one for each of us. I was the nine of spades. Then, she shuffled the three cards and dealt two out. Jack of diamonds. Nine of spades. Tamara and I were going to the closet. I felt a pretty strong moment of panic and then an equally strong level of excitement. I could feel my nipples actually getting hard. I hoped it wasn’t too evident. Tamara and I stared at each other for a second, and I realized she was just as nervous as me. Faye said, “Come on! Get to it.”
Tamara extended her hand and I took it. We both stood and, hand in hand, we walked for a moment until we both realized we didn’t know where we were walking. “Which closet?” I asked.
Faye said, “Stop stalling, you two.” Tamara rolled her eyes and pulled me along to the closet by the doorway which held our coats. She opened it up and we stepped inside. A moment later, we closed the door.
We stood there in the darkness for about ten or fifteen seconds before Tamara whispered, “If we don’t do this now, I’m not gonna have the guts to do it at all.” She’d echoed my thoughts completely, and since we still held hands, I pulled her to me. As her body pressed against mine, I leaned forward and kissed her. I ended up kissing her cheek at first, but she turned her head and her lips met mine. There was something shockingly good about it, and I felt the same nervous excitement I’d felt when I had my first kiss. I could tell Tamara felt it, too, because she breathed a sigh against my lips and then the kiss grew a hell of a lot more urgent.
Maybe urgent isn’t the right word. Maybe passionate fits better. Yet it did bring urgency because it stopped being playful and exploratory almost immediately. Her tongue snaked past my lips and slid slickly over mine and as that happened both of us began moving our hands. I moved low to the small of her back and then slid one hand down further to squeeze at her ass cheeks. Tamara did the same with one of her hands, gripping my ass, and moved the other hand up to my breast. Since we weren’t having the boys over, both of us were wearing next to nothing, stay at home clothes. I wore a tee shirt and draw-string pajama bottoms. She wore a tee shirt and sweat pants. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the feel of her hand on my breast, separated only by the thin cotton fabric, was wonderful.
I wasn’t wearing panties, either, and I sure as hell couldn’t feel any on her. She could have been wearing a really skimpy thong that I just couldn’t feel but why the hell would she do that in sweats. As I kissed her and felt my nipple grow hard against her squeezes, I obsessed about her panties and couldn’t handle it. I lifted up my hand and then slid it inside her sweats. She inhaled sharply when my hand closed over her bare ass and I discovered she, too, wore no panties. She recovered pretty damned quickly, though, and a second later her hand was under my shirt and her fingers worked miracles on my breasts.
Things just went crazy then. She backed away from the kiss and started yanking my tee shirt up. I made it harder because at the same time, I tried to yank her sweat pants off. We struggled like that for a moment before we both gave in, and when we disengaged, I grabbed my shirt and pulled it off. A second later, I kicked my pajama bottoms to the side and then she was on me again. I could feel her naked body against mine, and it was strange because it was utterly dark and I desperately wanted to see her. I ran my hands over her body, and it wasn’t long before we ended up half siting and half lying on the floor of the closet. She kissed me passionately as I let my hands roam over her body and when my fingers finally reached her pussy, I felt an absolute thrill. I teased along her slit and experimentally let a finger slide in a little bit. She was slick and ready for more and the best part about it was how she moaned against my kiss. I rubbed at her clit with my thumb and she moaned more loudly.
And then we both tumbled to the floor as bright light assaulted us. I heard Faye say, “Holy Shit!” We’d been leaning against the closet door, I guessed. I also guessed the seven minutes was up. I stared up at Faye and felt a pretty powerful attack of guilt and shame when I realized I still had a finger inside of Tamara.
Fortunately, Tamara took control. “If you want your turn, Faye,” she said, “then you’ll just have to get down here with us.” I felt a crazy thrill at her words and a curious sense of relief. It wasn’t relief from the shock or the shame. Those passed immediately. It was relief that we weren’t going to stop what we were doing. Faye stared in shock and rushed away from us into the back. I groaned. Tamara said. “We better go after her.” Defeated, I nodded and rose to my feet. Tamara did the same. We walked to the back, heading for the room Faye shared with Tamara because I’d lucked out and won the coin toss to have a room to myself. When we got there, I sighed heavily. I wasn’t looking forward to the drama.
And then the door opened. Faye stared at us and said, “Why’d you stop?” She was naked and I realized she’d rushed to the room to grab her dildo.
Tamara giggled and said, “Awesome!” She ran past Faye and since I didn’t know what else to do, I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed me back passionately. It was as exciting and thrilling as the first kiss in the closet but even more now because it was filled with arousal. It was also especially amazing because I could see her naked body and not just feel it. My hands moved down to squeeze at her ass, and then I felt my other roommate behind me, kissing at my neck. I moaned, excited to be the center of attention, and when Fay broke off the kiss and leaned down to kiss and lick at my nipples, I cried out, “Oh, God!” as pleasure sparked up and set my body on fire.
Tamara turned my head so she could kiss my mouth, and the position was awkward as hell. I didn’t mind. The awkwardness seemed to heighten that all of this was new, and I was still the object of attention with both of them, and that was hot. Faye surprised me and began moving down, kneeling and letting her tongue trail from my breasts over my abdomen as she did. My heart beat like crazy, and Tamara used the opportunity to move in front of me, leaning over Faye. She kissed me just as Faye’s tongue reached my clit.
I moaned loudly against my roommate’s kiss. Nobody had ever gone down on me, boy or girl, and the feel of that tongue working on me was beyond anything I ever could have imagined. Thrills ran through me, and she lapped at my clit and explored my slit with enthusiasm. Tamera pulled back just to watch, and I saw that she held a vibrator in her hand. She looked at Fay working between my legs, and then she looked at me with mischievous smile. She knelt next to her and I heard the vibrator start buzzing. She moved her hand under Faye, and even though I couldn’t see it, when Faye let out a long moan against my pussy, I knew that vibrator was sending waves of pleasure through her body. As for me, I was in Heaven. Faye’s tongue felt absolutely incredible, and it was pretty damned amazing to see Tamara bending down to torment Faye with the vibrator. Everything was just remarkable, and I had to put my hand on the door jamb just to stay upright.
I lost myself for a little while in the sensations, mostly trying to stay upright as Faye moaned against my pussy and sent wondrous pleasure through my body as she did. I felt my knees growing weak, and I was actually afraid I might collapse right there in the hallway at the door of their room. Th
ankfully, Faye abruptly stood up and kissed me. I threw my arms around her less from passion that for support and then I cried out against her kiss because suddenly my pussy stretched wide open to receive the dildo she still held in her hand. The penetration was breathtaking, and I moaned crazily as she began moving it rapidly, thrusting up into me and continuing to kiss me as the head of that silicon cock slid over my sensitive sweet spot time and time again. By now, I was letting out a long continuous moan around her tongue, pausing only when I had to breathe and then only pulling in a very shallow breath before moaning again.
I felt Tamara behind me, and she pressed her body against me, running one hand over my sides and kissing my neck as she did. God! It felt so damned amazing to be sandwiched between the two of them and to feel Faye’s breasts against mine and Tamara’s breasts against my back. Faye moved her hand faster and the fake dick plunged into me with more force. I careened toward climax and then heard the vibrator buzzing again. The idea that Tamara was getting herself off while she held me turned me on to no end.
But that wasn’t why the vibrator was on.
As Faye fucked me with the dildo, I felt Tamara put the tip of the vibrator up against the sensitive opening of my ass. My eyes opened wide and I stopped moaning because of sudden terror. I’d never had anal sex and never even let anyone put a finger in me there. I was going to tell Tamara to stop but the dildo hit my g spot in a particularly effective way, and I moaned involuntarily. A moment later, I felt my resistant little ring of muscle give way as Tamara plunged the buzzing vibrator into me.
Stuffed! Jesus Christ I was so damned stuffed! There was a burst of pain when my asshole finally gave way but it disappeared almost instantly, replaced instead by the impossibly full feeling and by the sudden explosions of vibratory sensation that ran through me. I cried out as both girls began moving, and I moved too, as much as I was able as I hung on to Faye’s shoulders. They were haphazard at first so that sometimes my pussy and my ass would be completely full and sometimes they’d both be withdrawing at the same time. They got into a rhythm pretty quickly, though, and soon my pussy would fill up wonderfully and then the dildo would move out as the vibrator pushed forward. It was all too much and I screamed as I came.
I’d never had an orgasm like it. My pussy clamped onto the dildo and every intense contraction seemed two or three times more powerful than usual. Simultaneously, my asshole clenched the vibrator inside of it, and it felt so damned strange and wonderful to have an entirely new kind of sensation while I was cumming. Of course, there was another new sensation as well. I’d never actually penetrated myself with a vibrator, preferring to use it on my clit. Now, vibrations coursed through me from the inside of my ass as the two girls fucked me furiously and pleasure washed over me again and again. It was wonderful and staggering and terrible and beautiful and more than I thought I could take. I was helpless to stop it, though because I couldn’t get anything out of my mouth other than a moan. They kept it up, fucking me roughly from front and back and the pleasure kept growing until I thought I’d really pass out.
Finally, though, when my body started to go limp, the girls took pity on me. They slowed down and before long they weren’t moving at all. My pussy was still filled with the dildo and still spasming around it. My ass was full as well, and the vibrations still ran through my body and extended the excruciating pleasure but at least there wasn’t the constant acceleration and unending and ever-increasing intensity. I held tightly to Faye and both of them got gentle with me, kissing me softly in front and back and using their free hands to gently stroke my body. Eventually, Tamara slipped the vibrator from my ass and I heard it fall to the floor. She used both hands to stroke my sides then and a moment later my pussy was empty and Faye’s hands joined in the gentle touches that helped me come down.
I was still devastated by the time we all disengaged. Tamara walked me to the bathroom and helped me into a soothing bubble bath while Faye cleaned up the sex toys. I felt pretty damned loved as Tamara ran a washcloth over my body and washed my hair for me. Faye left and returned a moment later with fresh clothes for us. About an hour later, we were all freshly cleaned and sitting on the couch drinking wine. I felt a little bit bad because I’d had what could only be described as an overpowering climax and neither of them had received satisfaction.
I shouldn’t have worried because it didn’t take very long for Faye to grab the cards and deal two out again. My two friends headed for the closet and I looked at the clock to make sure I’d join them after exactly seven minutes.
Bath Time with Dylan
When My Friend Seduced Me
A First Lesbian Sex Erotica Story
by Kitty Lee
All Rights Reserved Copyright 2014 by Mmmmore Productions
I wasn’t, by definition, a self-conscious person. Having one hair out of place or a set of eyes lingering on me for too long didn’t make me jump to conclusions about how subpar I was in comparison to my female peers. But, for whatever reason, as Dylan and I went for a jog together like we normally did about once a week, I was suddenly horribly aware of every bead of sweat that slid down my face. I couldn’t help but wonder if I looked like as disgusting of a pig as I felt.
Evidently, Dylan didn’t think I looked like a sweaty pig at all because, as we finished our run and arrived back at her house, she kissed me. The front door had barely closed behind her when she closed the space between us and planted her mouth right on top of mine. I was honestly so stunned that I didn’t kiss her back at first; in fact, I didn’t do anything at all. My hands stayed limply at my sides, and my lips remained frozen in their shocked little O. But then, to add to my uncharacteristic self-consciousness, my heart rate monitor suddenly started beeping.
That damn heart rate monitor had never gone crazy while I was working out or playing tennis or anything else of strenuous activity before. But, of course, it chose that particular moment to suddenly fly off the handle. I felt an immediate surge of embarrassment, accompanied by horribly flushed cheeks, but if Dylan noticed, she didn’t say anything. Instead, she simply continued with the kiss, and I have to admit that I was glad that she did. It was beyond any kiss I had ever had before; there was something so wonderful about it that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I had kissed my fair share of guys, of course, but kissing Dylan right there was another thing altogether. There was just something sweet and wonderful and amazing and different that kept me craving more.
I don’t know if there’s a good way to describe that difference or if there’s any way to make it clear, but the closest thing I can compare it to is the difference between eating some kind of cheap, packaged pastry and having a fine dessert in a four-star restaurant. That’s what it was: she was the sumptuous crème Brule, and the other kisses and partners of the past were just processed cake rolls. In short, it was an incredible and astounding kiss.
Her hands skimmed the length of my body as our tongues intertwined until I felt her palms pressing against my chest. She guided me backwards with gentle pushes, never breaking our kiss the entire time, and then she steered me through a door. I realized at once that we were in her master bathroom. She finally broke the kiss to close the door behind us, and I watched her lock it—a gesture I thought odd, since Hilary, her roommate, wasn’t home.
I reached down and pulled the damn beeping heart monitoring thing off of my wrist and tossed it onto the tile floor. Dylan turned around to face me, smiled delicately, and leaned in to kiss me again. Then she was pushing me backwards until we reached the tub. She turned the knobs, and once the water was started, clothes started flying off. It was amazing how quickly she undressed me, and I stared at her until I just finally started getting her undressed too, which was just wonderful.
We had such different bodies. Oh, we were both very attractive. I’m not the kind of girl who pretends she isn’t attractive. I knew I was hot; I had this lovely tanned skin and dark hair that billowed down to my ass. In a lot of ways, I was exactly the kind of a girl
that men want. Dylan, on the other hand, had pale, light skin and hair so blonde it was almost white, and her body shape was different than mine. She was tall and slender, while I was petite and curvy. But any man would be happy with either of us, and in that moment, I was happy with just her, and she sure as hell looked like she was happy with just me.
By the time we got undressed, the tub was filled about a quarter of the way. She took my hand and pulled me into it. I stepped in gingerly. I was actually about to sit down in the tub, but she pushed me backwards, so instead I was sitting on the corner. I was thankful it was one of those giant whirlpool-style tubs because there wasn’t any risk of my falling. I just kind of stared in wonder at her, to which she responded with a smile before grabbing one of my legs and lifting it up until it came to rest on the side of the tub as well.
My pussy was fully exposed now, and if that heart monitoring thing had been on my wrist still, it would have been beeping like crazy. Dylan smiled and then leaned down, and I felt her mouth land on my most personal of places. It was beyond incredible. No one had ever gone down on me before, no boy and obviously no girl, since she was my first woman-on-woman experience. The feeling of her tongue was incredible. It was like a soft, teasing caress that somehow was also intense and urgent. I can’t even explain it, but as her tongue worked over my slit and explored every single bit of my pussy, I felt myself growing closer and closer to orgasm already. But the best part about it was that it wasn’t like the purpose of everything she was doing was just for the orgasm; the purpose was to experience each other. And, right now, I was experiencing her mouth, and she was licking me to experience my pussy.
I felt her tongue move upwards, and she began sucking and licking on my clit. I felt her push her finger inside my yearning cavern as she did. I stared down and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, and she had such a look of ecstasy on her face that I was instantly twice as aroused as I already had been. I wondered if I ever got that look when I sucked on a guy’s cock, though I seriously doubted it. I looked down over her back and along the curves of her beautiful little ass. It was up the air, reminiscent of two little hills just waiting to be climbed. Her fingers kept working and her tongue kept working, and I felt myself really growing more and more desperate to experience everything I could with her.
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