After a few seconds, which felt more like minutes, she pulled away. I stared at her.
“And?” she asked.
I blinked and couldn’t respond.
“I – err -”
“Wow!” I added.
“Did you like it?” she asked.
All I could do was nod my head and grin at her. Her light blue eyes lit up as she laughed.
“Can we do that again?” I joked.
Jenna sat back on the bed. “Hmm, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why?” I asked.
Didn’t she like me, I wondered. Maybe I wasn’t her type.
“You’re still figuring things out, Kaela,” she replied, “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
Oh please do, I thought, looking down at her bed covers.
“Besides, I think I’m starting to develop feelings for you,” she added.
I looked up quickly. Her eyes were open wide, like a manga character, waiting for me to respond. I couldn’t think of anything else to say as the blood rushed to my cheeks and I looked away.
“Ditto,” was all I came up with.
She put her hand on top of mine. Its warmth seeped through into my tingling skin. When I looked back her, her smile made me relax.
“Maybe we should take things slow,” she said.
I knew that was a good idea, but all I wanted to do was pull her closer and kiss her sweet, fruity lips.
Chapter 4
“You’re going to love it!” Jenna said.
She had convinced me to go to a lesbian hangout in town, but now that the night had arrived, I wasn’t feeling so convinced anymore.
The sign inside read “Beware of pickpockets and loose women!” I sniggered and sipped the virgin citrus cocktail Jenna handed me. I was usually tucked up in my single bed with a book by that time of the night, but there I was out at a lesbian hangout!
“I want to introduce you to some of my friends,” Jenna said.
She led me to a corner of the room where a group of women were seated around a table. They looked older than Jenna and I, and I immediately put up my defenses. Jenna took hold of my hand, out of the view of the other ladies. I exhaled slowly and tried to smile.
“Nice to meet you, Kaela!”
And it was nice to meet them too. They all chatted to me and made me feel welcome immediately. I watched two ladies kissing on the dancefloor and felt a warmth developing between my legs, like when Jenna had kissed me. I tried not to stare, but found it hard not to.
“How you doing?” Jenna asked.
I peeled my eyes away from the two women and tucked a strand of my straightened hair behind my ear.
“Great!” I said, “I like it here!”
“Oh good!” Jenna replied.
I glanced back at the dancefloor, but when I felt Jenna’s hand on my thigh underneath the table, I quickly turned back to our corner. I smiled at her and she didn’t move her hand. We hadn’t done anything other than kiss since the first time she’d kissed me. I couldn’t believe it was already a month ago.
“You said you do karate,” one of Jenna’s friends asked. “I do too,” she added.
“Yeah,” I replied, “What style?”
“Kyokushin,” she said, “And you?”
“Shotokan.”
When I looked closer at her, I suddenly noticed that her nose was slightly crooked.
She laughed. “Yes, it was broken in karate,” she said.
I felt my cheeks glow and leaned back in my chair.
“But I still love it!” she continued, “You should come and watch one of our classes, Kaela!”
“Yeah, Ginny took out a bouncer once. It was amazing!” Jenna said.
Ginny laughed and mock punched the air. I did miss my training, I realized. The exercise and constant challenge did keep me sane, or at least saner. Maybe I would go and watch a class. I didn’t have to join. My sensei would be disappointed if I joined another school, but would probably be happy if I picked up training again.
Jenna moved her hand off my thigh and I missed its warmth immediately, but I would feel more of her warmth and her adventurous hands later that night.
When I walked into the bathroom, before we left, I saw the same two girls from the dancefloor. They were kissing again, in an open stall. They weren’t just kissing though. The taller girl, with long black hair down to her waist, had her hands up underneath the other girl’s sweater. They both turned and looked at me.
“Come join us, sexy!” the black haired one said.
I looked behind me and then stepped into their stall. The shorter girl pushed me up against the wall. I breathed in deeply and exhaled quickly as she leaned closer and kissed my neck.
“Ouch!” I cried.
She pulled away and giggled. She’d bitten my neck! I didn’t know how I was going to explain that mark! Then I felt the other woman’s hands on my breasts. She squeezed them over my bra. I groaned and pulled the shorter one closer. I pressed my lips against hers.
Jenna had awoken something in me. She’d stirred up my body and my desires! And they demanded satisfaction immediately!
I gasped as I felt a hand undo the button of my jeans. Lips pressed hard against mine as I felt a hand disappear beneath my panties. The sign wasn’t kidding about ‘loose women’ I thought.
The hand found the moist spot at my pussy entrance and teased the hole before sliding partly inside. I groaned into the kiss and pressed my shoulders back against the wall.
“Here’s something you’ve probably never seen, newbie!” the one girl said.
She moved me out of the way and pulled the other girl’s skirt up and her panties down. I groaned and rubbed my own pussy as her tongue licked her friend’s neatly shaved mound.
The main bathroom door suddenly opened. I froze. Thank god, it wasn’t Jenna or any of her friends. The woman laughed and walked over to another stall.
***
I didn’t have any regrets about what happened in the bathroom or with Jenna that night. It seemed inevitable. Fooling around in the bathroom had revved up my body. I wanted Jenna to fuck me. Our feelings and attraction for each other were undeniable. Jenna pulled my top over my head, after her dress joined the other clothes over her chair.
“Are you sure, Kaela?” she asked me again.
I pulled her towards me and fixed my lips on hers. That seemed to answer her question. She put her hands on my butt and squeezed. Her woody scent and green hair reminded me of a fairy or nymph, like in the dream I’d had of her. She took hold of my hand and gently led me over to her bed.
I had sat on it many times with her before, but this time I lay down next to her, as she trailed her finger down the length of my body. I felt the light pressure travel back up my leg and over my bare stomach.
“You’re not ticklish?” she asked.
“No,” I replied.
“Boo!” she said.
But when she leaned closer and kissed my flat belly, it sent ripples down my body. The throbbing between my legs was stronger than it had ever been. I felt her lips just beneath my belly button and my pelvic muscles contracted. Jenna giggled and trailed her kisses down lower, until they reached the top of my panties. At least I’d chosen to wear one of my more girly pairs that night. Most of my underwear was more practical than sexy.
Jenna’s kisses were making my body come alive. I had never felt such longing before. The strange sensation between my legs was growing stronger, throbbing more and more. It felt like I needed something. Some kind of satisfaction. She put her hands on either side of my panties and slowly pulled them over my light brown thighs. I didn’t even let my roommate see me naked and now I was exposing myself totally, to another woman!
I squirmed when everything was on display.
“Hey,” Jenna responded, “it’s beautiful!”
I liked to keep myself neatly trimmed down there, but didn’t have any fancy style like I knew other women did.
I giggled nervousl
y as she pulled my panties off over my feet. She stood up and removed her own dark blue G-string and matching satin bra, revealing her firm tear-drops. I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off them when we had our first study session and now that there was nothing covering them, I couldn’t help but gawk.
Jenna climbed back on the bed and straddled her legs over my thighs. Now her beautiful, naked body was even closer. I could feel her smooth skin against mine. She took hold of my hands and brought them up to her chest. I hesitated for a second and then let my hands grasp the smooth, firm skin. I enjoyed feeling my own breasts when they were soapy in the shower. It felt very different running my hands over Jenna’s. When I was in the shower, I sometimes let my fingers explore my other female parts too. Now I wanted to feel Jenna’s fingers exploring there.
She kissed the top of my mound and around the edges, teasing me. I felt her finger touching my entrance and groaned. I clasped my hand over my mouth, surprised by the sound. Jenna laughed.
“It’s okay!” she said, “Make as much noise as you want, Kaela!”
But I was too embarrassed and bit down on my bottom lip. I bit down harder as I felt her finger go up inside me. I had never had anything inside me before, other than a tampon, and I liked how it felt. I grabbed hold of the sheets in my hand as she pushed up higher, retracted and pushed inside me again. Her woody scent mixed with another scent, my own scent, from inside me.
I didn’t want her to know I was a virgin and prayed I wouldn’t bleed. The other women had barely penetrated me with her fingers, but Jenna was deep inside me. Her fingers ran over a very sensitive spot inside me and I forgot about my worries as the pleasure consumed me.
“Oh my god!” I exclaimed.
My muscles clenched around her finger. I wanted more. Her finger slipped in and out and over the sensitive spot, making me wriggle.
“Yeah, that’s a good spot, right?” she said.
I groaned and crunched the sheets in my hand as she fingered me quicker. The throbbing grew more intense and I suddenly felt a strange feeling developing. It felt like something was possessing my body. It drew all my attention and demanded Jenna keep doing exactly what she was doing.
My breathing came quicker and my whole pelvis became tense. I started to squeal and couldn’t stop myself. The feeling consumed me, as pleasure exploded deep inside me and pulsed out in strong waves through my body.
“Oh god!” I cried out.
I tried to bite down on my lip between panting, but couldn’t and let the waves rush over me as I sank back into the bedding. The world had disappeared. All I knew was pleasure and satisfaction from another woman.
***
I had never had much of an interest in Valentine’s Day and thought it just a commercial exploit, but Jenna changed my mind. She booked us tickets to a special Valentine’s can-can show. We were handed a glass of non-alcoholic champagne as we arrived. The glass was so tall and delicate, I didn’t know how to hold it. I looked at Jenna and copied her. I followed her to our small table, in the dim red light. Most of the tables were already occupied and I had to squeeze passed the people seated next to us to get into my chair. I looked around nervously. The stage was hidden by a thick red curtain, arches raised up to the ceiling next to us and candle-like chandeliers hung down.
The couple to our left were gay and dressed much as the cast would be, I imagined. I tried not to stare, but the one guy had a bare chest with bows on his nipples. I took a sip of my champagne and turned back to Jenna. She had also dressed up for the occasion, or rather undressed. She had a black and white polka dot strapless brassiere. Her nipples were barely covered by a black lace ruffle. Her hair was in plaits which hung over her breasts and was partly hidden by a black hat with a large red rose on the brim.
I didn’t mind dressing up for “trekkie” parties, but I refused to dress in the fishnet top she had wanted me to wear. When she looked at my jeans and dark sweater, she said: “Aww!”
Then she wrapped a purple feather boa around my neck. I shook my head and laughed.
“That’s better at least!” she said.
Now the feathers were making my neck itchy as waited for the show to start, but I kept it on. I didn’t want to disappoint Jenna. Suddenly music blared and the stage curtains whisked open. Everybody swung their heads in the direction of the noise.
Jenna leaned up to my ear.
“This is going to be so awesome!” she said.
I nodded and squeezed her hand.
The show was filled with very scantily clad men and women. I was shocked at first, but began to get used to it as another women on the stage, in a red negligee, gyrated on bed with an old mock gilded frame.
“Oh there’s Beth!” Jenna said, pointing at one of the dancers.
Beth had shoulder length black hair and a lithe, dancer’s body. Her lips were accentuated by bright red lipstick and she moved her body with particular grace.
Jenna nudged me with her elbow.
“She’s brilliant, isn’t she?”
“She is!” I replied.
Then I began to wonder how Jenna knew the entrancing dancer. Was she an ex? I started to watch Beth intensely, as she moved her toned body on the stage, and began to feel something else. It was another strange feeling. When I found my hand suddenly on top of Jenna’s, I realized what it was.
Had they slept together? Were they still sleeping together? I shifted my weight in my chair. I pictured Jenna and Beth together on the stage’s gilded bed, both in scant lingerie. Beth pushed Jenna backward and climbed on top of her. As Beth lent forward, her panties began to split in the middle. She pressed her ass further into the air and the split revealed her smooth pussy lips. I realized the panties were designed with a slit. Each time Beth arched her butt into the air, I saw her lovely lips. She called me to join her and Jenna on the stage and I found my lips pressed against her satin underwear and my tongue flicking through the slit to her smooth, moist pussy. I watched Beth insert her fingers into Jenna’s creamy cunt.
She pushed all her fingers in, pulled them out and then pushed her whole fist inside Jenna! I stared.
“Isn’t that pai-” I began.
“Oh yeah!” Jenna said.
If this had been a real show, it would probably be in Amsterdam, I thought, not that I’d been there before. In a few seconds Jenna’s body began to quiver and she groaned as a fine spray emitted from her pussy.
“On your hands and knees!” Beth ordered me.
As I looked back at her, I almost choked. She had a giant black dildo strapped to her pelvis.
“Yes,” she said, “That’s all for you!”
I gulped. She sidled towards me and pushed my legs further apart. I felt the pressure of the dildo head at my entrance. Beth moved it back and forth over my wet pussy. My clitoris was swollen and each time the dildo rubbed over it, I quivered.
The tip pressed into my pussy entrance. It wasn’t in deep, but it made me groan. I looked back and saw Beth, grinning wickedly. Then she rammed the dildo up into my pussy. I groaned and arched my back into her thrusts, as I had seen her arching earlier.
The thick appendage filled my tight pussy and my muscles clenched around it. Beth spanked my ass on the left and then the right as she rode me. When I looked back again, she had a cowboy hat on.
I felt Jenna’s arm nudge me at the table.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yes, I’m fine!”
Even though I had pictured Jenna and me in a threesome with Beth, I still felt jealous of the luscious dancer. All these desires, longings and feelings were confusing enough. Give me an advanced calculus equation any day! Those made sense! Then I swung to the other end of the emotional spectrum, as Jenna asked me something I hadn’t been expecting.
“Good,” she replied, “I really enjoy spending time with you, Kaela.”
She took hold of my hand as my cheeks emulated the venue’s red lighting.
“I’d really like to go out with you, officially,�
�� she added.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I didn’t respond, but just stared at her.
“Did you hear me?” she said, frowning.
All I could do was nod and grin.
“Is that a yes?” she asked.
She was grinning as broadly as I was.
Chapter 5
I had promised my parents I would come home for the weekend as I had already skipped out on one visit. I wasn’t looking forward to being back in my old neighborhood. Some of the surrounding areas had been upgraded recently, but not my hood. I got off the bus and stepped onto the cracked paving, up the street from my parent’s house. As I opened the rickety wooden gate and stepped into the front yard, the front door opened and I was greeted by my mother. Her hair was slicked back in a short ponytail. She hopped down the front stairs.
“My baby!” she exclaimed.
I shook my head and looked up and down the street.
“Mother!” I replied.
She wrapped her arms around me and led me into the house. The peeling yellow paint on the wooden exterior seemed to look worse every time I returned. I had told my brother he needed to come and repaint, but he had odd shifts at work and clearly hadn’t managed to yet.
I put my backpack down on my bed in my bedroom. The old faded curtains, standalone dresser and pile of clothes stacked on the ironing board, looked the same as my last visit, but somehow the room felt different. I didn’t feel like I belonged there anymore. I walked through to the kitchen and sat down at the round kitchen table. My mom put a sandwich in front of me with the crusts cut off.
“Thanks mom.”
“So how’s everything at the university?” she asked.
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