My First Lesbian (continued)

"May I?" Her voice was the tiniest whisper. She nodded again toward my bare breasts, her hand still on my arm.

I wrinkled my brow further, confused by why she would ask permission now when she hadn't earlier. She appeared apprehensive, even afraid. Vulnerable. I sighed with exasperation, my breath a burst since I had been holding it so long. Her eyes darted to my breasts immediately wistful.

"Get over here." I felt like Scorpion except she was the one doing the harpooning as her mouth latched on to the nearest full breast. My hand tucked under the pillow got a reprieve from her nails as she used them to tease my other tit. How I arched. She tried to suck my entire breast in her mouth, moaning hoarsely against my skin. I shrugged out of my shirt and left it hanging behind me, my other arm still in the sleeve.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh." Sound escaped before I could help it. Her teeth were sharp and coy, enticing my nipple until it was swollen and sensitive. Her tongue flicked fast then slow. I writhed closer to her, striving to aid her in devouring my breast. My knee unintentionally bumped between her legs which parted instantly, wrapping around my thigh. Since she humped my leg, I moved it for her. Awkwardly at first, building up momentum and rhythm in moments. Her mouth left my breast to nip at my shoulder before burying her face into my throat. She moaned raggedly, grinding her pussy on my thigh. Her juices dampened my pants and I felt the warmth of it spreading slowly. I made a face to think she had gone to bed without wearing any panties. My leg was cramping but I didn't dare stop. She bucked wildly and began sucking in great heaving breaths.

"GIRLS! Do I need to separate you two?!"

My heart died in my throat as we became statues. Staring with terror at each other, I nudged my knee the tiniest bit. Her eyes narrowed but I grabbed the covers and hastily pulled them over us.

The mother snored softly.

"Oh shit, what do we do?"

I grinned, moving my knee urgently now, trying to erase her anxiety. "She's already asleep. I don't think she saw us."

"Oh no... she had to."

I ground my thigh into her scalding pussy with each word. "She didn't see us."

She hugged me and held on to the covers as I focused on pretending my leg was bionic. I could feel a little spot on my thigh where the flannel clung wetly to my leg. My fingertips pressed into her back, mindful not to scratch. My thigh was pistoning so fast it could have been a vibrator and she had my leg in the tightest embrace, squeezing capriciously. Her voice was husky, sexy and moaning the sweetest things when she spoke.

I had no doubt she loved me--was madly in love with me. I felt a stab of regret at not being able to love her romantically. My own pussy was contracting and it was shame that flooded me then. My Baptist church didn't care for gays much. Or premarital sex. I consoled myself at least this wasn't sex. Or was it? Didn't lesbians use fingers?

Had she asked, I would have given but she rode my thigh until I didn't think I could pump it anymore. It cramped and seized and though I gritted my teeth through the agony, I didn't stop. Couldn't.

She buffeted my body with her spasms but it didn't occur to me to let up. I heard whimpering in my ear and hesitated, worried she was crying again. She was sobbing. I took her by the shoulders, held her at a distance and tried to catch her eye. Her head was hung, hair spilled over her body as she swept her knees under herself.

"I'm... sorry." I whispered lamely. I reached for her chin but she shoved my hand aside and kissed me full on the mouth.

"I came, you idiot."

"Oh." I blinked. My fingers brushed her shoulder, ending in a trail to her wrist where I paused, suddenly feeling like holding her hand was cheating, too intimate. "Ohhhhh." I exhaled and hid the rising panic.

"I love you, Cylus." She flung herself at me and we both fell back on the bed. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." Her kisses emphasized her words, salty and wet from tears.

Long after she fell asleep, snoring contently on my chest I lay there thinking. My hand swiped the end table and knocked my glasses on the floor. I had an urge to note the time. A few hours until dawn before an all-day affair at an amusement park. I threw my glasses on the table in disgust and curled around the exhausted girl in my bed. All soft and sweet cushion, my arms enveloped around her torso protectively. When the bed behind me stirred, I recalled my shirt was on the ground. Too warm and comfortable, I pulled the covers up to her neck, planting a kiss in the center of her back and went back to spooning.


We've both married and moved on. That first experience marked one of many that helped establish my sexuality.

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