Sensual Lesbian Sex

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“Haven’t you ever even wondered what it would be like?” Carolyn’s glittering green eyes had that mischievous look in them.


“Not really.” I pulled my legs up under me on the hot pink upholstered sofa, and swallowed hard. “I’m not gay.”



Carolyn smirked. “Neither am I. You know that.”



“But you’ve given a woman,” I wrinkled my nose. “You’ve given a woman oral sex?”



“Abby, I haven’t ‘given a woman oral sex’,” she mocked. “I’ve eaten pussy. Licked cunt.” I scowled.



“You don’t have to say it like that.”



Carolyn shrugged. “It’s all the same thing. I’ve performed cunnilingus on a woman’s vagina. Is that better?” She laughed aloud, tongue stud glinting in the colorful light of her apartment. I rolled my eyes.



“Okay, whatever,” I said. “But still, isn’t doing that, you know, gay?” She shrugged again.



“Maybe,” she said. “But so what?”



“I don’t know,” I said. “I guess it’s just a little, you know, weird.”



“And I’m not weird?” Carolyn raised a pierced eyebrow and wagged her studded tongue at me. Her tousled Meg Ryan haircut was almost as pink as the sofa, and she was barely wearing a black and pink tank top. I’m pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. My breath caught; was I looking at her chest?



I quickly diverted my eyes and looked around the room. Carolyn’s apartment was certainly the picture of eccentric: Complementing the hot pick sofa was a bright orange inflatable armchair and a black beanbag chair on which Carolyn now sat. Multicolored lights stood on the floor, every flat surface, and hung from the walls. Mismatched frames – and by mismatched I mean wooden, painted, sequined, mosaic, even faux fur and feathers, all on the same wall – were hung deliberately crooked and held pictures of her equally mismatched friends: gothic, biker, punk, geek, preppy, and me.



“Okay, so you’re weird,” I said. She laughed.



“No shit, Sherlock,” she said.



“So,” I started uncomfortably, chewing on my delicately painted pink thumbnail. “It doesn’t make you gay?”



“It makes me fucking horny,” she said bluntly. “Whether it makes me gay, bi, or a nun, I really don’t care.” I considered her words, nodding slowly. It was certainly true that Carolyn had never been much for caring what other people thought. “Look, Abby,” she said. “As long as it doesn’t make me any less ‘me’, then I don’t care what label goes on it.”



“Oh,” was about all I could manage. I just couldn’t think of what else to say. I mean, a woman giving oral sex to another woman, I couldn’t see how it could make someone anything but gay. But gay was just a label, so Carolyn said.



“You’re thinking about it awfully hard for someone who’s never thought about it,” she said.



“I’m not!” I said. “I’m just,” but I was, wasn’t I? “I was just thinking about what you said.” And then I caught myself looking at her chest again. I quickly looked away.



Carolyn rose from the beanbag chair, and sat on the sofa next to me. Though she faced me, her knee resting on the cushion, she kept a comfortable distance. “Be honest with me, Abby,” her tone was serious. “Have you ever thought about it?”



“No,” I said. I paused. “I mean, I hadn’t before.”



“I’m not trying to pressure you. I just,” her cheeks flushed a little, and her eyes dropped. “I don’t know, I guess I was kind of hoping, and since you’re my friend, I figured I could bring it up, you know? I didn’t want to make anything weird…” She trailed off.



“No, not weird,” I said. “I don’t know. Okay, maybe it’s a little,” I searched for the right word. “Different.” Her eyes rose to meet mine, and she chanced a hand on my lower leg. Every ingrained notion in my head begged me to recoil, but I found her touch warm, inviting.



“I can’t lie, Abby,” she said. “For as many years as we’ve been friends, I’ve always wanted to see you naked.” Again, years of believing lesbians were gross made me want to run out the door, but I found myself blushing. My heart raced. Her eyes twinkled. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed you looking at my tits.” This time I flushed and turned away, but I laughed as I did.



“You do have nice, um, nice breasts,” I said. Oh my God! Did I just compliment a woman on her chest? Jesus, was I a lesbian?



Carolyn took advantage of my momentary distraction, and when I again turned to her, I did so just in time to see her black and pink tank top fall to the floor. I was right: she wasn’t wearing a bra.



Her breasts were stunning. They weren’t huge – I mean, she could go around without a bra and they were still perky as hell – but there was still plenty there. She had the most beautiful little pink nipples I’d ever seen. Okay, the only ones I’d ever really seen, but they were exquisite. The gentle breeze in the air-conditioned apartment made them instantly erect, and they casting teeny shadows beneath the blue lights hanging overhead. I swallowed, suddenly aware that my mouth was watering.



And I was staring.



My cheeks burned as I quickly looked up to meet her gaze, but she wasn’t embarrassed or uncomfortable.



“Well, what do you think?” Her voice was as perky as her beautiful breasts.



“Wow,” I whispered. She lounged against the armrest, and grinned.



“I showed you mine,” she said. “Now you show me yours?” I swallowed hard. I wasn’t seriously about to show my breasts to another woman, was I? “Come on,” she winked. “I won’t tell.” I hesitated, but she gave me an encouraging nod.



Ah hell, I thought. What did I have to lose?



With that, I pulled my T-shirt over my head. I paused, then unhooked my simple white sports bra, and tossed it aside. Carolyn sat up, her jaw slack.



“Fuck, Abby,” she breathed. “Holy fuck, those are some gorgeous tits.” Where once I would have been repulsed by her language, especially with regard to my body, I flushed with pride. I had never really cared for my breasts; they were sort of big. I mean, they’d fill up a guy’s hand whenever he took the time to touch them, but they weren’t huge. I had darker, almost brownish nipples. Obviously, since my breasts were bigger, they weren’t as perky as Carolyn’s. They were real and, well, so was gravity, but they held their own.



“You like?” I couldn’t believe myself! Carolyn nodded slowly, and I thought she was going to lose her mind when I gave my chest a little wiggle, making my breasts sway gently.



“Can I,” she said slowly. She raised her hand as if to touch them, but paused. “Can I, touch you?” I nodded, and she scooted closer.



Slowly, as if reaching for a delicate bird that might fly away at any heartbeat, she closed her hands around my left breast, her skin luxuriously warm against mine. She caressed me softly, her hand brushing across my nipple. I could barely breathe. All at once I was on fire and I was shivering. Then, she cupped the entire breast in one hand, and gently circled my nipple between her thumb and finger. It was amazing! No one had ever touched my like that. I wanted to touch her!



Without speaking, I did. She sighed as my hands explored her velvety skin and rock hard nipples. I watched my own fingers play with her, toying with her small, dainty breasts. After a moment, I realized Carolyn wasn’t looking at her own hands; she was looking at my face, a serene but lusty smile had spread across her lips.



She leaned forward, and so did I. When our lips met, worlds collided and stars exploded. Goddamn it was she a fantastic kisser! Her mouth was so soft, so gentle. We pulled each other close. Our breasts came together and seemed to move against each other just the way our lips did. I was lost in her, enveloped in sensuality I had never before imagined.



Her tongue penetrated my lips and explored my mouth, but not forcefully. I did the same, and together we probed each other’s mouths, relishing one another’s sexy sweetness. I played with the little stud in her tongue. All time stopped and nothing existed by out interlocked mouths and our touching breasts. Between our fiery, hot boobs. Yes, they were boobs. Tits, damn it. Glorious fucking tits, and I wanted to touch hers. I wanted to taste them. I wanted her nipple between my lips like her tongue was now.



I broke our kiss, and Carolyn started to protest, but only a moan escaped her parted lips as I descended on her left nipple, devouring it, suckling it. Her skin was divinely salty-sweet, and soft between my lips. The vague scent of perfume mingled with musky heat, and I breathed her in, tasting and smelling her, my own body feverish with desire as I took her in. I wondered how much hotter and sweeter she would be down below, in the unexplored realms still hidden within her low-cut jeans. I sucked her tit even harder, hungry for her. I wanted her, and I wanted her bad. Before today I had never even thought of touching a woman; now I wanted every inch of her. I wanted to taste her. I had to taste her.



Carolyn moaned again, running her fingers through my long hair. “Oh, that’s good, Abby,” she whispered, pressing her tit against my mouth and fingering her other nipple, begging for more. “God, you’re a natural.” I was turning her on! Oh my God! This was all so new. I couldn’t believe I was making a woman hot! And I was getting even hotter.



My lips left her nipple, and I kissed my way up her chest, sucking the skin on her neck gently. I nibbled her neck, and when I reached her mouth, she took mine hungrily, plunging her tongue deep into mine. Our tits rubbed together, her left nipple still wet from my mouth.



When our mouths parted, we were breathless, and I knew my eyes were as afire with lust has hers. She took one of my nipples in her mouth, and sucked. She sucked hard and hungry, just as I had, her hand rolling and squeezing my other tit. It was heavenly. Her mouth was amazing, her tongue stud toying with my nipple even as she suckled me.



She began to fumble with my jeans, and I exhaled hard. I knew what was coming, and I wanted it. I wanted it bad. I helped her unbutton my jeans. Then we undid hers. In between madly groping and sucking and kissing, we wriggled out of our jeans.



I was soaked right through my white panties, and I knew her bright red G-string was just as saturated.



We got on the floor where we’d have more room, and embraced. Her entire body was against mine, every naked inch. We kissed and groped and giggled like schoolgirls, playing with tits and squeezing asses. And oh, what an ass! Her ass was like her tits: small, but firm and sensuous.



Carolyn rolled me on my back and got on top, straddling me. “You feel how wet you’re making me?” she panted, pressing herself against my hip. I felt her vagina – no, damn it, I wasn’t a prude anymore! – I felt her pussy, slick and hot, against my skin.



“You’re soaked,” I whispered. “So am I.”



“I know,” she said with a grin. She reached between her slender thighs, then brought her fingers up just beneath my nose. I almost came then and there, smelling her sweet juices on her fingers. I tried to lick them, but she plunged them into her own mouth.



“You tease,” I said, just before she engulfed my mouth in a pussy-flavored kiss. Now I had to have her. Had to. Couldn’t wait. “I want to taste you,” I breathed.



“I’d love nothing better,” she whispered huskily.



We rolled over together, and I found myself on top. She still straddled me, her dripping pussy sizzling hot against my body. I kissed her body the entire way down, stopping to savor and suck her rock-hard nipples. I nibbled and kissed and tasted down the gentle rise and fall of her tummy, then along her narrow but beautifully feminine hips to the sweet-smelling center that awaited me below.



I soon found myself gazing at her pussy. I was uncertain, nervous. Tits and kissing had been easy, natural, but now what do I do? I stared at her beautiful pussy.There was not a hair in sight, and her skin was smooth and silky. Her pink lips glistened invitingly. Her clit protruded ever so slightly, begging me to take it into my mouth.



I dove onto her clit, licking it furiously, but she flinched. “Easy there, killer,” she whispered. “Be gentle.” I paused, uncertain for a moment. I felt stupid; of course I had to be careful. I knew how painful it was if someone was too rough. I decided to take it slow.



Once again, I descended on her waiting cunt, this time letting my tongue carefully explore all over. I licked the musky, hot juices off her lips, probed ever so gently between them just as she had done with my mouth. I wanted to bury my face in her, to devour her molten, dripping pussy. The tangy taste was intoxicating, and each moan of pleasure that escaped her mouth made my own cunt wetter and hotter. I found her tight, slippery entrance, and gently pushed into her, probing as deep as my tongue could go. She was so hot, so deliciously wet, she made me ache with pure, carnal lust. She wriggled and moaned, pushing her pussy against my mouth as I savored her luxurious core.



I slid my tongue out of her, then carefully replaced it with a finger, slipping in and out, in and out, a little deeper each time as her tight cunt yielded to my touch. Then two fingers. I watched my fingers disappear into her, watched her tight snatch swallow them up. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. It was like I was watching someone else’s hand slip deep into her begging cunt, only to slide out dripping with her hot juices. She squeezed my hand, her entire body writhing. I pulled my fingers out and plunged them into my mouth, gazing up at her as I tasted her tangy pussy juice. I looked up at her; she licked her lips.



“You taste so good,” I whispered. My hand slid back into her tight cunt, and then I began to gently circle her clit with my tongue. She whimpered softly. I circled a little faster, rapidly flicking my tongue across her clit.



“Oh, fuck yeah,” she moaned. My fingers moved faster, sliding in and out of her pussy as my mouth worked her throbbing clit. I finger-fucked her hard and fast, her dripping cunt squeezing even tighter. She squirmed and ground her snatch against my hand and my face, begging for more.



Then she came, her pussy clenching about my fingers, her entire body convulsed, a long moan escaping her mouth. I had never been so hot as I was while I ate and finger-fucked her divine cunt as her entire being gave in to ecstasy. I was so close to coming myself, just from feeling her come.



As her climax subsided, I left her clit alone, knowing how painfully sensitive mine usually got after coming. I continued to finger-fuck her slowly, feeling her pussy tremble and contract.



When she caught her breath, she sat up and kissed me deeply.



“Wow,” she said finally. Her eyes were glazed with satisfaction. “I owe you one for that.” She kissed me and cupped one of my breasts gently. “Give me a little while to catch my breath, and I’ll pay you back.” She winked mischievously.



She did pay me back later that afternoon, and we spent a good part of the night and the next morning exploring each other in her bed. When I left the next day, we kissed, and I gave her ass a playful squeeze before heading to work.



After that, I was still straight. Or something. Bi-curious, I think, is what Carolyn called it. I still fucked the occasional boyfriend, I still lusted after gorgeous men. So what if I engaged in some wild nights of pussy-eating and boob groping with Carolyn? It didn’t matter if it made me gay, bi, or a nun. It made me horny as fuck, it made me happy.



And, well, it made me “me”.