by Ray Gordon
"Hi, you two," she beamed. Her white blouse fell open. I couldn't take my eyes off the cleavage of her firm breasts. Her erect nipples stood proud, pressing though the flimsy material as if inviting my tongue.
"I'll bet my mother told you where I was," I smiled, pondering her nipples. I wanted to lick and suck them. I wanted to suck an orgasm from her erect clitoris.
"Yes, I rang." She turned and looked at David. "We're going to Greece," she trilled, her wide eyes sparkling.
"So I've heard," he murmured. Self-pity must be a terrible affliction.
"David doesn't want me to go," I said. I felt smug.
"I didn't say that," he returned, obviously not wanting Sharon to think him a stick-in-the-mud. "Kirsty, I didn't say..."
"No, I'm sorry. You said that you didn't want me to go - with Sharon."
"Oh," Sharon breathed, the blue pools of her eyes reflecting disappointment as they darted between David and me.
"No, I didn't mean..." David began, toying nervously with his glass. "All I said was..."
"What he said was that he doesn't want me to go with you because he thinks you're a slut who'll go off with every man you can get your hands on."
"Kirsty!" he growled. "I didn't say..."
"That's what you said, David. Let's not argue about it. Sharon and I are going, so it's not worth discussing."
As Sharon sipped her drink, I gazed at her middle finger wrapped around her glass. I knew where that finger had been. My inner petals had lovingly hugged it as she'd driven it deep into the heat of my tight vagina. It had trespassed into David's penis hole, deep into his domain. Had she sucked my juices of lesbian love from her finger? When she'd got home, she might have masturbated in her bed. Her thoughts would have been with me, my swollen outer lips, the wet sheath of my girl sex.
I wanted to tell David that I'd given my vagina to Sharon. If he'd known that she'd pulled my wet panties down and slipped her finger deep into his penis hole... I smiled as he gazed at me. His face expressionless, he sipped his scotch. Marriage? The patter of tiny feet? What were his thoughts? I knew that he wanted to control me. If I were his wife, I'd belong to him. But I wasn't his wife and he had no say in my life. He didn't return my smile as I licked my lips provocatively. Perhaps he was thinking about masturbating while I was away. Was he thinking of my vagina? Sharon looked sullen. She'd been hurt by David's cruel words. I had to try to cheer her up.
"Fancy coming back for coffee?" I asked her. I could feel David squirming, seething in his fury.
"That would be nice," she replied. Her diamond-blue eyes caught mine. She knew what I had in mind. The long lashes of her eyes fluttered alluringly. "Shall we go now?" she asked eagerly.
"We'll finish our drinks," I replied. Desire welled between my thighs.
"I thought we might go out for a meal this evening," David finally voiced in his obvious displeasure.
"Maybe tomorrow," I said. He wanted to take me back to his flat and sperm me. "Sharon and I have plans to make."
"Well, in that case..." He knocked back his scotch and stood up. "When is this holiday?"
"End of next week. We leave on Friday."
"Presumably I'll hear from you before you go away?"
"Presumably."
As he left, I felt as if a heavy rain cloud had drifted away. The sun was shining, the air warm and comfortable. Sharon blossomed like a flower, her smile returning, her eyes sparkling. I again looked at her middle finger, my panties wetting as I recalled her massaging deep within the hot sheath of my vagina. What had happened in my bedroom was our secret, there was no guilt. I did wonder at my sexual identity, but it had seemed so right to be half-naked on my bed with Sharon. Perhaps we'd share a double bed in my uncle's villa. My clitoris stirred in expectation of Sharon's wet mouth. I needed to come.
"About last night," Sharon said. Her eyes lowered to her glass. Was she sad? Did she have regrets? "I don't want you to think that..."
"I don't think anything," I interrupted her. I thought a million thoughts.
"No, listen." Her eyes fluttered, catching mine briefly. "Kirsty... What I'm trying to say is that it was a one off." My heart sank as a wave of disappointment crashed over me. "I've never done anything like that before," she sighed. "I suppose it was... Well, what with you walking around the room in your panties, and then lying on the bed with your..."
"Don't say any more," I breathed. "Don't shatter my dream."
"Your dream?" she frowned.
"I've never done anything like that before, either. Apart from that Halloween night when you stayed, I've..."
"God, that was years ago."
"I've never forgotten it, Sharon."
"Kirsty, I'm not a lesbian."
"Do you think I am?"
"I don't know. Are you?"
"I don't know what I am. But I do know that the warmth and love I felt last night was..."
"Let's talk about something else," she murmured. Her guilt had won.
"There is nothing else."
Crazy thought it was, I felt devastated. My heart sinking, my stomach churning, I felt as if a long relationship was over. One brief encounter was all we'd had, and yet I felt as if my life was in ruins. I gazed at her pretty face framed by her blonde hair. She was beautiful, sensual. I knew that I couldn't give up. If we could at least enjoy mutual masturbation now and then, I'd have been happy. No, I wanted more than that. What did she really want? Although I'd blatantly offered her my body, she'd made the first move. She must have felt something.
"Are you ready?" I asked, finishing my drink.
"OK," she smiled. My heart lifted as her blue eyes locked to mine. "We've got plans to make. I don't think I'll take too many clothes. Just a few things to wear in the evenings and..."
"Come on," I interrupted her. "We'll talk about it when we get back."
Placing her empty glass on the table, she followed me to the door. Did she have sex on her mind? I wondered as we ambled along the street. Chatting and laughing about the holiday, she seemed happy enough. It was as if she'd forgotten the events of the previous night. Perhaps she was trying to block out the truth. I did wonder whether she was fighting a battle in her mind. Perhaps she wanted to have a sexual relationship with me but couldn't admit it. I pondered on walking around my bedroom in my bra and panties, but felt that subtlety was the better approach.
Entering the house, I noticed a note on the hall table. My mother had gone to see her sister. She'd be back around ten. Checking my watch, I concealed a grin as Sharon closed the front door. I had a good three hours to... Seduce Sharon? I was sure that, after the previous night, she'd be easy prey. Was that how I looked upon her? Prey? I was the predator. My juices seeped in their oozing, my clitoris roused at the prospect of her massaging fingers. I realized then that Sharon had become a conquest.
"Well," she breathed, following me into my room and flopping onto the bed. "Greece, here we come." I smiled at her as she moved up the bed and leaned against the headboard. I think it was a knowing smile. Did she know? My stomach fluttering as I gazed at the smooth skin of her naked thighs, I didn't know what to do. If she succumbed to her inner desires and we made love, I knew that we'd regularly indulge in lesbian sex. She'd already shown the deep intimacy of her affection for me. All I had to do now was take her gently across the threshold to ensure that she'd be mine whenever I wanted her. Dare I display my sex-bulged panties?
She didn't attempt to cover the alluring flesh of her naked thighs as her skirt rode up. Perhaps she was playing games, teasing me, stirring my inner desires. Glimpsing the triangular patch of her billowy red panties, I wondered. Had she honestly looked upon the previous night's intimate caressing as a one off? She'd hardly allow me to spy her panties beneath her short skirt had she felt genuine remorse for her act of lesbian love. I longed to know what thoughts were careering deep within the dark tunnels of her mind.
My thoughts turning to Greece, I knew that I couldn't spend two weeks with Sharon without loving her. He
r curvaceous bikini-clad body spread beneath the hot sun, I couldn't survive without caressing her gentle mounds and crevices. To save myself from sexual torment, perhaps David would be a better companion. I came to a decision. Sharon would only come to Greece with me if we had a strong sexual relationship. In my deep desiring, I wanted her with a longing that frightened me.
Becoming confused, I wondered why I wanted to touch her, to feel the wet warmth of her vagina hugging my pistoning finger. Was I muddling love with lust? My libido had always run high, my thirst for sexual satisfaction sometimes unquenchable. But only when alone with my candle lover, not with David. Perhaps it was the intrigue of the unknown, the forbidden. A lesbian relationship. Another girl's naked body to pleasure. I instinctively knew that the holiday was to change my life. Changes were taking place within me. I had to be rid of David before leaving. Sharon... Sharon had, indeed, become a conquest.
I wondered whether she knew of my thoughts as I gazed at the alluring swell of her panties. Was she aroused at the prospect of lesbian sex? Was she waiting for me to make the first move? Sitting on the end of the bed, I made no attempt to conceal my admiring look as my eyes locked to the small white stain adorning the crotch of her red panties. I wanted to push my mouth against the billowy material and suck hard. The aphrodisiacal fragrance and the tantalising taste would drive me wild.
"I'll see what flights there are," she said, her thighs parting as she stretched her long legs. "I've just had a thought. What if I can't get a flight? I mean, what if there are no flights to Athens on the day?"
"There are bound to be cancellations," I replied reassuringly. "If it's too late to book, then you'll just have to hang around the airport. Something will turn up."
"What about the ferry from Athens? I won't know where to go."
"Don't worry; I'll get all the details from my uncle."
Slipping her slender finger into her wet mouth, she appeared to be deep in thought. Had she taken Kevin's penis shaft between the succulent lips of her pretty mouth? She'd get a flight, I was confident as I again followed the smooth flesh of her naked thighs running up to her bulging panties. Her legs parting wider, I was sure that she was luring me, beckoning me to make a move. I realized that I might be very wrong, but decided to take that chance as I lay on my stomach between her feet and moved up the bed. Her shapely calves either side of my head, I tentatively ran my fingertip over the smooth skin of her warm inner thigh. Dangerously close to the swell of her panties as her gaze locked onto my finger, I looked up at her pretty face for a message.
Her eyes closing as my fingertip ran in circles close to the top of her thigh, I was sure that she wanted me to venture further, closer to her girl sex. The wet patch on her panties spreading over the tight material, I felt a quiver run through my contracting womb as I imagined her juices of arousal oozing between the inner petals of her vagina. I felt delirious with lesbian desire. Almost losing control, I pressed my fingertip into the cushiony material of her panties. Soft, warm, moist. My heart racing, my hand trembling, my desire burning, I knew that I couldn't hold back now.
Moving down the bed and resting her head on the pillow, she parted her legs wider. The narrow crotch of her panties unable to conceal the swell of her outer love lips, I ran my finger up her inner thigh and pulled the flimsy material to one side. My heart leaped as I focused on her blatantly exposed vulva. Her sex crack gaping, her inner butterfly wings unfurling, I gazed longingly at the opaque droplets of liquid clinging to her intricate sex folds. My mouth watered at the prospect of tasting another girl's juices of desire. I'd tasted my own from my fingers after massaging my pussy, but another girl's?
She lay in silence as I stroked the swell of her outer labia, tickled the sparse blonde curls sprouting from the sensitive flesh of her vaginal hillocks. Only her deep breathing disturbed the quietness of the bedroom as my fingertip ran over the spongy petals of her protruding inner lips. The silence was uncanny, the outside world fading into oblivion as we ventured further down the path to true lesbian love.
Pulling her panties further aside, I pushed my finger between the wet doors to her inner sanctuary. She quivered, her stomach rising and falling jerkily as my finger slowly entered the fiery sheath of her tight pussy. Her gasps came, involuntary rushings of breath as her body convulsed. Her juices of arousal flowed, trickling down my finger as I penetrated her tight sheath further. In the rising of her desire, she had at last yielded to me. Her beautiful body was mine for the taking.
Sliding my finger out of the welcoming sheath of her vagina, I watched her inner petals clinging lovingly to my girl-wet finger. Eyeing her juices of love glistening on my skin, my inquisitive tongue licking my lips, I pondered the taste of her arousal. Lubricious, warm, aphrodisiacal... Thrusting my finger into her love hole as her breathing quickened in her rising desire, I lowered my head. I was about to taste her, but her panties slipped back into position, partially concealing her pussy.
I wanted to pull her panties off, but daren't interrupt the gentle vaginal massaging for fear of her changing her mind and crossing her naked legs. She had yielded, come close to the point of no return, but I had to push her a little further. Finally slipping my juiced finger out of the drenched duct of her tightening pussy, I reached to the bedside table and grabbed my nail scissors. She was oblivious to my naughtiness as I began to cut through the veil of her panties. Her body trembling, her eyes closed as I worked the scissors across the crotch of her panties, she parted her thighs further.
Carefully removing the red material, exposing her sex slit, I ran my lips over the blonde pubes. Breathing in the aphrodisiacal scent of her femininity, I felt my own juices streaming from my vagina and soaking my tight panties. If only David could see me now, I mused in my rising sexual passion. If only he could witness the unveiling of Sharon's vulva, my wanton act of lesbian love. I didn't need the penetrating hardness of his manhood. I didn't want his grunting and sperming.
My tongue protruding between my lips, I lowered my head and locked my mouth to the wet flesh of Sharon's sex crevice in a passionate kiss. Tasting her, lapping up her creamy juices of girl lust, I pressed my lips hard against hers. Parting the swollen hillocks of her vagina with my fingers and thumbs, I fully exposed her pink inner folds, unveiled the hood of her ripening clitoris. Again and again I swept my tongue up her yawning valley of sex as she quivered and writhed on the bed. At last, she was mine.
"God," she murmured in her sexual delirium. Her clitoris swelled, emerging from beneath its protective hood as my tongue repeatedly encircled the rubicund flesh around the fusion of her inner lips. Stretching her open further, I sucked on the sensitive nub of her clitoris as it fully emerged from its hide. She gasped, whimpered and trembled uncontrollably. The aroma of her excited me; the taste of her juices enchanted me.
"Don't stop," she whispered shakily as I continued to tongue and suck her swollen clitoris. Her body becoming rigid, her breathing fast and shallow, she was nearing her orgasm. Pressing my sex-juiced lips harder against the firmness of her pubic bone, I drove my finger between the soft petals of her inner lips and thrust it deep into her tight shaft of desire. Her pussy juices flooding my hand as I pistoned her love sheath and sucked and licked her clitoris, she finally reached her sexual heaven.
"Kirsty!" she sang as her orgasm erupted within her pulsating clitoris. "God, Kirsty!" Sustaining her pleasure, bringing out the shockwaves of her climax, I felt my own juices of lust coursing from my burning pussy hole, my clitoris swelling in its yearning for relief. "Kirsty!" she again wailed, my pistoning finger squelching the juices of orgasm decanting from her inner fountain of love. "Oh, God! Kirsty!"
I knew what she wanted, I knew how to tease the ripples of sex from her pulsating clitoris, expertly massage the hot inner flesh of her drenched pussy sheath. Concentrating my massaging on her G-spot, working my fingertip around the sensitive opening of her urethra, I sucked and licked her throbbing clitoris until she convulsed in her agonising pleasure. Trying to p
ush my head away as her climax began to subside, she sang out in her euphoria, unable to halt her multiple orgasm from repeatedly peaking beneath my snaking tongue.
"Please!" she whimpered, her hands pushing on my forehead. "God, no more!" Sucking the last ripples of sex from her inflated clitoris, I slowed my pistoning finger to a gentle massaging rhythm. Gently drifting down through billowy clouds of sexual ecstasy, she lay quivering on the bed. She was done in her coming, satisfied in her yearning. My finger withdrawing from the burning heat of her love sheath, I moved down her juice-flooded valley of love and sucked out her orgasmic juices. Drinking from the open hole of her vagina, I swallowed her girl-nectar, draining her fiery sex cavern as she twitched and gasped uncontrollably.
Lifting my head, I gazed at the engorged folds of her pussy, the pink flesh surrounding the entrance to her love duct. She was beautiful, sensual, sexual in her femininity. I knew then that I wanted the exquisite intimacy of a girl's vulva, not the hard masculinity of a man's penis. Graceful, dainty, Sharon's curvaceous body held my fascination. I never wanted her to leave me.
The front door closing, I leaped off the bed and grabbed the remnants of Sharon's panties as my mother called out. Sharon clambered off the bed and swayed on her trembling legs as my mother's footsteps sounded on the stairs. Our glazed eyes locked, our faces flushed, we stood quacking in the aftermath of our loving. I was left yearning, aroused beyond the point of no return. My clitoris ached for Sharon's hot, wet mouth. My lubricious juices of lesbian desire poured into the crotch of my panties. My mother had flown the nest. And returned.
Chapter Three
I woke to the sound of torrential rain lashing at the window. Dreamily looking around my bedroom, wondering whether the walls knew of my lesbian act, I recalled fingering the warm sheath of Sharon's tight vagina. I'd been a naughty girl. The walls had watched me in my vulval licking, my vaginal fingering, my girl-loving. Where was Sharon? Gone, fled. A heavy cloud hung over me. It was raining in my heart. Was it raining in Greece?
