3 comments/ 44010 views/ 4 favorites Discovering Intimacy By: Celtic_Heart Growing up as I did, the only daughter of fairly devout, middle class parents in Belfast, it was hardly surprising that I hadn't had much time for boys. I was curious of course, especially since quite a number of my friends and many other girls at school, of about my age were already sexually active but I'd been brought up to believe that sex outside marriage was sinful and "good" girls didn't do that sort of thing. While I didn't share my parents strong religious convictions, my upbringing inhibited me. While other girls were getting off with boys, I was the conscientious student. Like any "normal" teenager I had "boyfriends" but it was never anything more than a quick snog after school before dutifully returning home to my studies, knowing my parents would never forgive me if I'd let a boy go any further. I'm convinced they'd have rather I'd started smoking or taken drugs, neither of which I did, than have had sex. My teenage years were, without doubt, the most confused and frustrated period of my life, until, that is, I met Paul. Paul and I started going out when he was 18 and I was 17. I was in my final year at school and Paul was a student at the local Technical College. It was all very innocent at first, holding hands, kissing when we were alone and generally just being together. About six months later, just after my 18th birthday, things started to get a little more serious. We were at my place. My parents were downstairs and Paul was supposedly helping me with my homework. We got that quickly out of the way and then we sat on my bed and started kissing. Things quickly became quite passionate as our tongues explored each other's mouths and Paul's hands kept straying up the front of my T-shirt. I was getting quite excited and, despite feeling a little guilty, decided I wanted a little more. I got off the bed and sat down with my back next to my bedroom door. I motioned for Paul to join me and soon we were kissing again. Feeling more and more daring as we kissed I reached behind me and unfastened my bra. I struggled a bit with the straps under my T-shirt and then deftly removed my bra while leaving my T-shirt in place. Paul asked me what I was up to but I silenced him with a kiss then lifted the front of my T-shirt up over my head, giving him his first view of my tits. Paul had frequently played with them before, either through the material of my clothes or by putting his hand up my top but this was the first time that I had let him see them. He started at them, hardly believing his eyes, I whispered, "Lick them," in his ear. Paul cupped my tits in his hands, dropped his head and started to lick. I was in heaven as he sucked on my nipples and squeezed my tits in his hands. Feeling even more daring my hands found the top of his jeans. I inserted one hand under his waistband and my fingers came in contact with his cock for the first time. I stroked his cock as Paul continued to lick and suck at my tits, covering them in saliva and making them wet all over. I felt Paul's hand slide up my leg and under my skirt. Pausing at my knickers he looked at me and I nodded. His fingers slipped under the gusset of my knickers and gently started to stroke the lips of my pussy. He gently slid a finger into me and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. A familiar tingle spread through my body. I always got this feeling when I played with myself and I knew what was about to happen. As Paul's finger played with my pussy and his mouth teased my nipples my body began to shudder. I wanted to cry out with pleasure as I came but with my parents downstairs I had to bite my lip to hold it in. All this time I was oblivious to the fact that I was still stroking his cock, gripping it more tightly as I came. Paul told me I had to stop before he had an accident and reluctantly I removed my hand from his trousers. I pulled my T-shirt back down and we sat there for a while just holding each other, paying attention to nothing else. Finally, we became aware of our surroundings again. Paul noticed the time, he had a bus to catch. We got up and went downstairs. He said goodnight to my parents. Then I walked him to his bus before returning home. I went into the living room where my parents were sitting, watching some film or other on the television and told them I was going for a shower and then I would go to bed. I wished them goodnight and went back upstairs. That night, in bed, I relived the events of that evening feeling an odd mixture of guilt and excitement. Eventually my arousal won and as it did my fingers strayed to my pussy. I lay in bed gently teasing myself until I came once more. Then finally I fell into a satisfied sleep. Things continued like that for a couple of months then one night I went a little further and let Paul see me naked for the first time. We were round at his. We had the house to ourselves. His parents would be out until after 10 and his older sister who was studying in Dublin was also away. We were in his room. We'd had a couple of glasses of wine earlier and it had gone to my head a bit. Paul already had my top off and was paying serious attention to my tits. I had unbuttoned his shirt and was running my hands over his chest as his tongue gently explored mine. Maybe I was just incredibly turned on. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was a combination of the two. Suddenly I was feeling really naughty. I asked Paul if he would like to see some more. Eagerly he said yes. I stood up and kicked off my trainers and socks. I slowly undid my jeans and pushed them down to the floor. Paul's eyes were glued to me as I stood there in just my knickers. "More?" I teased. Paul, dumbstruck, just nodded. I turned around hitched my thumbs into the elastic at my waist and slowly pushed my knickers down over my hips. I bent forward, wriggling my bum just inches from his face as I slid my knickers down past my knees. They fell to the ground, I stepped out of them, kicking them to one side as I turned to face Paul. There was a look of sheer greed on his face as his eyes devoured my naked body for the first time. "You like?" I asked trying to sound coy. "You're beautiful," came the gasped reply. I took his hand and lead him to the bed. I pulled off his shirt and then we lay down. We kissed and Paul's hands were all over me, exploring my naked body for the first time. His mouth went to my tits and he started to nibble on them gently. His hand slid up my leg and his fingers started to explore my pussy. I was very excited and very wet. Paul stood up and removed his jeans. He parted my legs then climbed between them. His head dipped and I could hardly imagine what was about to happen. Paul lowered his head and gently ran his tongue up the length of my pussy. A thrill like an electric shock ran through my body as his tongue lightly made contact with my clit. I moaned with pleasure as Paul's tongue lapped at my pussy and occasionally slid up inside me. Paul reached up and began to squeeze my tits. He teased my nipples as his tongue continued to explore every crevice of my pussy. I was so turned on. Suddenly I found myself longing for Paul to fuck me, I needed him to fuck me. I also didn't want him to stop eating me. I imagined how it would feel to have Paul's cock inside me. The thought that I might soon be having my first ever fuck plus the effects of Paul's tongue on my pussy and his hands on my tits suddenly drove me over the edge. My back arched and my body shook convulsively. My head tossed from side to side and I moaned loudly as the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had tore through me. Paul continued to gently lick my pussy until a second orgasm, smaller this time, shook my body, then a third. I'd never had more than one at a time before. Reluctantly, as I came for the fourth time, I could take no more and had to beg him to stop. Paul moved up the bed and held me tight as I recovered. Quietly, I asked him if he had any condoms. Paul's eyes lit up momentarily and then he shook his head sadly. I decided there and then that I would go on the pill as soon as possible. Next time I wanted to be ready as well as willing. "Don't worry," I said, not quite managing to keep the disappointment from my voice, "I should still be able to do something for you." I reached down and started to stoke Paul's cock through his boxer shorts. As I rubbed his stiffening cock I had an overwhelming desire to see the object of my attention. I gripped the waistband of his boxer shorts and started to pull. Paul raised his hips, making it easier for me to remove them. I tugged them off then turned to take my first glimpse of Paul's cock. It was about 7" long. To my untrained eye it was huge. I shuddered at the thought of having something that big inside me. The thought scared me and excited me at the same time. Gently, I took Paul's cock in my hands and began to rub it. Up and down, my hands moved with slow, deliberate stokes. I varied the pace, first slow then building up speed then slowing down again. Paul's breathing became deeper and more rapid as my hands continued to work over the length of his cock. It began to twitch and stiffen even more as I concentrated my attention on its head. Suddenly Paul moaned, "Oh my God! I'm going to cum!" My hands pumped on his cock even harder. Paul's balls seemed to swell and suddenly his cock erupted sending several spurts of hot, sticky white cum over my tits. I felt so horny knowing that I'd my actions had caused Paul to unload all over me. Like so many things, I'd never done this with a man before. My hands went to my tits and I began to massage his cum into my skin. The dirtiness of the situation, Paul cumming then me rubbing my tits, coating them in a layer of his juice, excited me so much that I came again. Without knowing why my, fingers went to my mouth and I licked them clean. The taste was salty and, whilst not exactly pleasant, it wasn't unbearable. I looked down at his cock. It was starting to soften and a small amount of cum oozed from its tip. I smiled at Paul then quickly ran my tongue over the end of his cock, licking him clean. After about ten minutes while we lay there, just holding each other, I decided I needed a shower. I showered quickly then got dressed as Paul cleaned himself up. After Paul got dressed we sat on the bed and just held each other, kissing occasionally, lost in the afterglow of our experience. When at last I noticed the time, 9:15pm, and realised I had get home. Paul walked me to the bus stop. Just before I got on board I kissed Paul goodnight and whispered "Soon," in his ear. That night, as I lay in bed, I realised that I was still disappointed that Paul hadn't been able to fuck me but at the same time I felt satisfied in a way I'd never felt before. I also realised that I didn't feel guilty about what we had done that night, it had all seemed so natural, so right. I realised that my inhibitions were slowly being peeled away as I turned out the light and settled myself for sleep. Despite my resolve to go on the pill as soon as possible, it was two weeks before I got the courage up to go to the doctor. Even though I was 18 and could, legally, have been having sex for the last two years after all, I was still inhibited and embarrassed, as a result of my upbringing, and didn't know how to go about it. I guess we could have used a condom, and if Paul had had any that last night we would have, but I was determined that the first time Paul fucked me I would feel everything. We were both virgins, neither of us used drugs so we were certain we had nothing to fear from the risk of infection. I wanted to talk to someone about it but my parents were, obviously, out of the question. Much as they liked and accepted Paul, there was no way they would have tolerated him if they knew what he and their precious daughter were getting up to. Instead I confided in my friend, Julie. Like me, Julie had turned 18 just recently and was in my year at school. She told me that she had been taking the pill since she was 14. She had started taking it to help relieve the terrible cramps she got each month. She then confided in me that she'd been using the pill for their "proper reason" for the last six months. Julie had been with her boyfriend, Derek, for about 18 months and she talked about the stuff they got up to quite openly. Hearing her talk so frankly turned me on considerably. Without even knowing it, Julie had inadvertently provided me with a solution. I used Julie's approach two days later when I saw the doctor. He prescribed me the pill although I was just a little disappointed when I discovered it would be over a fortnight before I could start taking them. The next day was Paul's 19th birthday. He would be having a party at the weekend but as a result of my chat with Julie, I decided to give him a special present in advance. It was the school lunch hour, Paul lived about five minutes away from our school and didn't have any lectures until mid-afternoon. He met me at the school gate. As his parents would be out we went round to his. As soon as we got there we went straight up to his room. We kissed passionately for a few minutes and then Paul sat down on the bed. I told Paul to close his eyes then I rummaged in my bag. When Paul opened his eyes I was holding a packet of pills in my hand. Paul smiled excitedly when he saw them. I kissed him and told him that I would start taking them in a fortnight. I told him I had something else for him and that he would have to close his eyes again. When he did I kissed him again then knelt down in front of him. I quickly undid his trousers then reached inside. I freed his stiffening cock and gave it a few gentle stokes. Then, without warning, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. There was a surprised gasp of pleasure as my lips slid slowly up and down Paul's cock. Paul moaned his appreciation as I licked his shaft from top to bottom, coating it with my saliva. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, my hands stroking the remainder and playing with his balls. At the bottom of each stoke I sucked him hard, at the top of each stoke I flicked my tongue around the crown of his cock. I varied my pace, going faster then slower, over and over, driving him wild. Up and down, up and down, my lips glided along the length of his shaft. Paul started moving his hips to meet my lips, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. My hand pumped eagerly at the base of his cock as I increased the pace of my movement. I was sucking him so hard my jaw was beginning to ache, As I stroked and licked and sucked on his shaft my other hand was in my knickers, furiously playing with my pussy. I could feel my own orgasm approaching, the mounting excitement made me suck even harder. Paul's cock began to twitch and then he exploded, filling my mouth with jets of his hot, sticky cum. As he came in my mouth I drove two fingers deep into my pussy, my thumb pressing into my clit. Then suddenly I was cumming too. The intensity of the sensations I was feeling was so great I collapsed against him, his cum still dribbling down my chin. We stayed there, immobile, for a few minutes, Then I wiped my chin and gave his cock a few final licks, removing the last of his cum. I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Luckily none of Paul's cum had landed on my uniform. When I was presentable again I rejoined Paul. He thanked me for his "present" then made us both a quick lunch. We just had time to eat it before it was time for me to head back to school. The next two weeks seemed to take for ever to pass. We had little time to ourselves and we spent what time we had pleasuring each other with our mouths. Each day there was a growing sense of excitement that soon we would be able to express our desire to the full. In due course I was able to start taking the pill. The only problem was that now that I was on it we never seemed to be able to take advantage of it. Our chance came after I'd been taking them for just over two weeks. My dad was on night shift that week. Paul had met me and walked me home from school. When we got in there was a message from my mum on the answering machine. She had been held up at work and wouldn't get home until after nine. This was the opportunity we'd been waiting for. I led Paul upstairs to my bedroom, not even bothering to close the door to my room behind us. We kissed. In almost no time at all we had removed our clothes and were lying on my bed. Paul's hands were all over me. His mouth clamped to mine as we let the thrill of what was going to happen take over us. I moved down to take his cock in my mouth. My lips fastened around his shaft as I eagerly began to suck him. My mouth slid up and down, drawing as much of it into my mouth as I could. Paul's hands were caressing my tits, adding to the thrill as I continued to devour his cock. I could feel him getting close and reluctantly I stopped. "You're not cumming yet," I told him. Paul smiled his reply. It occurred to me that I didn't want any tell tale wet patches on my bed so I excused my self for a moment while I went and got a large towel from the bathroom. I lay the towel on my bed then lay down on top of it. I opened my legs and said "Eat me!" Paul's head was between my thighs in an instant. His tongue slid between my pussy lips and darted in and out of my cunt. Slowly he would take each lip between his and suck them, then his tongue would lap gently at my pussy. He sucked on my clit and slowly inserted a finger into my cunt. As Paul sucked at my clit and finger fucked me, my own hands were playing with my tits. I squeezed and caressed them as Paul's tongue continued to lap away at my cunt. I pinched my nipples and started to come. Paul kept licking as orgasm after orgasm swept through me. I came six times as Paul's tongue worked on me, each one more powerful than the last. Finally I knew the moment had arrived, my body ached in anticipation, crying out to be filled with a cock, Paul's cock. He has still licking when finally, a little nervously, I asked him to fuck me. "Put it in me," I begged, " I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me." Then, pleading, "Please Paul, fuck me." Paul moved up my body, pausing only to kiss my tits for a few moments. Suddenly I could feel his cock sliding against the entrance to my pussy, slowly pushing my lips apart. Paul kissed me and I felt the tip begin to press into me. I knew my cunt was soaking but I was still a little nervous. It hurt a little as he slid into me inch by inch and I cried out softly. Then he was there, his cock buried to the root in my cunt. He began to move, slowly sliding in and out. I lay there unmoving for a short time as I savoured the sensations of Paul's cock moving inside me for the very first time, stretching me, filling me completely. The initial pain had passed and I was moving with him. My hips rose to meet each thrust of his cock. I asked him to go a little faster and my hands were clutching at his arse trying to force him in deeper. The pace increased as with each stroke his cock pushed into me faster and faster. Paul's breathing was coming in gasps, I Knew he was getting close. "Harder!" I begged him, "harder, faster, come on give it to me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!!" Paul rammed his cock into me as hard as he could. In and out, over and over. I gripped his cock with the walls of my cunt each time he was inside me. My nails were digging into his arse as I urged him on. I felt his body stiffen, his cock twitch violently inside me and then he came. Jet after jet of cum flooded my pussy. Paul collapsed, spent, on top of me, our bodies still joined. I was delirious as I savoured the feeling of his cum deep inside me. Discovering Intimacy Ch. 2 I first met Carol during Freshers' Week at University. Before that week was over we were to have formed a friendship that has lasted, so far, for almost ten years. She was, and still is, warm, friendly and stunningly good looking. I suppose, if I was being honest, I'd admit that even then I found her attractive. Not that I'd have admitted it then. With my fairly religious, strict, middle class, Northern Irish background I wasn't even aware that I could have those sort of feelings for a member of my own sex. I'd had enough problems boys and even though Paul and I had had an active and pretty adventurous sex life for quite some time I still had more than my fair share of guilty feelings. My parents would never have approved of Carol. Although, to be fair, they wouldn't have approved of Paul either if they knew about even half of the things that he and their precious daughter got up to. They'd probably have disowned me too. Carol's free and easy attitude towards sex and her sexuality would have outraged them. It shocked me slightly when I realised just how sexually active she was. If the number of partners Carol had had disturbed me the fact that they hadn't exclusively all been men was way beyond my ability to comprehend. Carol was openly bisexual and while I may not have been comfortable with the fact it didn't stop me from liking her. I imagine that, secretly at least, it added to her attraction. Over the course of our first year our friendship grew to the point that when the time came when we had to move off campus and get a flat in town I had no hesitation in agreeing to sharing a flat with her. As I've said, initially I was shocked by what I thought of as Carol's 'promiscuity'. As time went on I grew, secretly at least, to envy her carefree attitude. Carol, while single, had an active and, from all appearances, extremely satisfying sex life. Despite having a boyfriend my own sex life, during term time anyway, was practically non existent being restricted to those rare weekend visits home and even rarer visits from Paul. It wasn't that I didn't get any offers. I'd had quite a number and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't sometimes find them tempting. Tempting or not however, there was no way I could have brought myself to be unfaithful to Paul. After all, when we were together during the vacations, our sex life was full, varied, satisfying and ultimately exhausting. I used to get no end of stick from Carol after I'd been home for any time. Once I returned from a weekend at home to find she'd bought me a thick padded cushion to sit on and she'd poke fun at me if I so much as dared to yawn in her presence. On the whole I was happy to endure a term filled with abstinence, relying only on my fingers and my imagination to relieve my frustration, when I could spend as much time as I wanted to with Paul during the holidays. My contentment however, wasn't to last. We'd been drifting apart ever since ever since I'd decided to leave home to go to University. I wanted to broaden my horizons and experience new things whereas Paul was content to stay at home. Even when we were together it was clear that we were becoming more distant. Don't get me wrong, we still enjoyed each others' company and the sexual side of our relationship was nothing short of fantastic, but each time we were together it was increasingly obvious that we had less and less in common. In the end we just fizzled out. It was during the spring term of my second year when we finally called it quits and admitted it was over The end had been inevitable for some time but that didn't make it less painful. Despite the barriers that had grown up between us, deep down I still loved Paul. I'd had a few 'boyfriends' before him but it was with Paul that I had surrendered my virginity, just as he had surrendered his to me. He had been my first and, until then, my only and once he was gone I was devastated. I guess it was inevitable that I went off the rails a bit after that. Figuring that if Carol was able to enjoy a being with a different partner whenever she wanted then, surely, the same could be true for me. I don't know how many guys I bedded in the month that followed the split but I do know, that to my way of thinking, it was too many. I drifted from encounter to encounter, another night, another meaningless fuck. I was looking for liberation, instead I felt cheapened. Every load of sperm I swallowed, every thrust of a cock inside my pussy, lowered my opinion of myself. To me, sex should have been an expression of love not, as it had become, a meaningless exchange of bodily fluids. It was Carol who ultimately came to my rescue. It was a Friday night. I had planned to go out but instead I just moped about the flat feeling sorry for myself. I knew that if I had gone out the evening would have followed an all too predictable course. I'd have ended up drinking too much before allowing some guy to chat me up. We'd have ended up back at his place (I almost never brought them back to mine) for the inevitably unsatisfying drunken shag. To enjoy sex I needed tenderness, I needed someone who was attentive to my needs as well as their own. What I invariably ended up with was about 15 minutes of frantic groping followed by about a 2 minute fuck from someone who saw me as nothing more than a place to stick his cock. I hated it. I hated what I'd become. That night, I finally decided that enough was enough. It must have been about 10 o'clock when Carol got back to the flat. She found me huddled on my bed, my knees tucked up under my nightshirt, sobbing my eyes out and generally feeling sorry for myself. I must have looked pitiful. "What's wrong?" she asked as she attempted to wipe away my tears. "I'm sorry," I replied, "I didn't mean for you to see me like this. I'm all right really," I lied. "You're not fooling me, missy. C'mon, tell your auntie Carol!" I sat up. Carol put her arm consolingly about my shoulder. "I'm sorry," I said, "I'm just so miserable. My life's a complete mess!" I moaned. carol put her hand on my cheek and stared into my eyes. "I know it's hard right now," she said, "but trust me, it will get better." "I know, I know." I protested. "I just wish I could be more like you that's all. You enjoy being single, you don't have any problems sleeping with other guys..." "But it makes you feel cheap," she cut me off. "Am I really that obvious?" I asked plaintively. "No, not really," She replied, "but I used to feel like that at first. It took me a while, but now, as you've no doubt noticed, I quite enjoy it." "Part of me wants to enjoy it too", I said, "but another part tells me that it's wrong. I'm just so confused, I don't know what I want." "Yes you do," she said, "you want to feel loved." Then, without warning, she kissed me. I was shocked. "No," I cried trying to push her away. "I can't... I mean I'm not... I..." She silenced me with another kiss. "Ssh," she said, "You want to be loved, let me love you." She kissed me again, harder this time, with more passion. Despite myself, I found myself responding to her kiss. My mind was in turmoil. I couldn't help feeling that it was wrong but yet my heart was pounding with an excitement I hadn't felt since splitting up with Paul. The part of me that was controlled by my upbringing screamed at me to stop, I shouldn't be doing this with another girl. Another part of me was excited and wanted me to continue. As Carol's lips pressed more and more firmly against mine my resistance weakened and I found myself responding to her touch with a growing urgency. Carol's hands caressed me as our lips pressed together. I felt a warm glow begin to spread over me. Her hands slid over the outside of my nightshirt. I moaned softly as they brushed against my tits. Carol responded by running her hands up inside my nightshirt. "Ohhh!" I moaned softly as her hands softly cupped my tits. I felt my nipples stiffen in response to her touch as she lightly brushed her fingers over them. I was enjoying Carol's attentions. There was no doubt that she had quickly lifted me out of my depression and into a high state of arousal. It still felt strange that it was another girl that was making me feel this way but I no longer cared. I found myself struggling to remove my nightshirt as I surrendered myself to Carol's touch. With an odd sense of detachment I heard myself say, "Lick them." Carol's tongue flicked out. I cried out as it brushed over my nipple. She lightly ran her tongue all over my tits. As she did my hands began tugging at her clothing. I deftly unbuttoned her top as her mouth continued its exploration of my tits. I pushed her top down off her shoulders. Carol stood up and let her top fall to the ground. Then she kicked off her shoes and wriggled out of her jeans before joining me again on the bed. We lay together, me dressed only in my plain, serviceable knickers, Carol in a lacy black G-string and matching bra. We kissed, our hands caressing each other as or tongues explored each others' mouths The material of Carol's bra brushed against my nipples as our bodies pressed together. Carol sat up. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra. As she slid the straps over her shoulders I sat up. Her bra fell away and I found myself staring at her tits. They were slightly smaller than mine but they looked firm and inviting. Any lingering doubts I might have had evaporated as I reached forward to cup them. For the first time in my life my hands stroked another girl's tits. The skin was soft and yielded to my touch. Carol murmured softly as my hands slid over them. I was overwhelmed by a burning curiosity. Slowly I leant forward. I poked my tongue out and flicked it over her nipple. I felt it stiffen in response to my touch. Feeling more daring, I opened my mouth and took it between my lips. Carol responded with a soft moan as my lips fastened around it. I flicked my tongue over it then turned my attention to the other. I repeated the process then moved my head from side to side, alternating from one to the other. A long moan of pleasure escaped from between Carol's lips as my tongue licked over her tits. I savoured the unusual sensations as I feasted on Carol's tits. Her soft moans of appreciation telling me louder than any words could that I was doing it right. I needed no instruction, I simply treated her the way I wanted to be treated myself. My tongue swirled all over her firm globes. My hands delicately massaged my saliva into her soft skin. At last, Carol pushed me away. I fell back onto the bed and smiled up at her. Carol's face was filled with hunger and desire as she moved down to kiss me once more. The kiss was fleeting but passionate. She began to kiss my neck and nibble gently on my shoulders. Her hands stroked and caressed my body as her mouth continued its exploration. "Ooooh, mmmm," I moaned softly as her tongue returned to my tits, circling each one from the outside in towards the nipple. Hot fire pounded in my veins. As Carol licked, sucked and kissed my tits her hand ran up the inside of my thigh. Her fingers trailed across the front of my knickers. Knowing what was to come next I stiffened slightly, my doubts and inhibitions struggled to reassert themselves. Carol hesitated, sensing my concern. My pussy was crying out to be touched. I closed my eyes and nodded. "It's OK," I whispered. Carol's fingers slipped under the elastic of my knickers. Her lips pressed against mine once more. He tongue probed my mouth as her fingers twisted in my soft curls, working their way inexorably downwards. My body trembled in anticipation as Carol's fingers slowly worked their way closer and closer to their goal. I've been using my fingers to bring myself pleasure since I was about 13. Paul had often used his to 'get me going' as we called it, so I had a reasonable idea as to what was going to happen next. No amount of experience prepared me for what actually happened. The anticipation had been building up to the point that it hurt. My body, accustomed as it had become to over a month of pointless fucking that had left me unsatisfied and frustrated, hungered for release. A single touch was all I required. My body heaved uncontrollably as Carol's fingers crept their way between the hot, wet folds of my pussy. "Yessssss!" I cried as she lightly brushed against my clit. My back arched off the bed as orgasmic waves pulsed through me. My fingers pinched my nipples as Carol's explored my pussy. Each contact sent stronger and stronger sensations flooding over me. "Carol! Oh God, Carol. That's wonderful," I moaned as I surrendered to my climax. Carol kissed me. "That's just for starters," she whispered in my ear. She looked deep into my eyes. With a voice filled with hunger and longing she said, "I want to taste you!" Before I could muster any objection she sat back and began tugging at my knickers. Instinctively, I raised my hips and let them be removed. She parted my legs and knelt between them. I felt vulnerable and a little awkward as my naked body was exposed, for the first time, to another woman's glance. I could still have stopped her if I'd wanted to but I didn't. With my legs apart exposing my moist pussy with its lips spread open in invitation, I offered myself up to her. By now I was so aroused that my inhibitions had fled. I was hungry for the touch of Carol's tongue on my clit. "Take me," I moaned, "Ooh, take me. Make me cum with your mouth." Carol smiled, "Your wish is my command," she said as she brought her face closer and closer to my mound. Her breath was like fire against my enflamed labia. I moaned with anticipation as I awaited the first stroke of her tongue, the stroke with which she would claim my lesbian virginity. While I was in a hurry to feel her tongue slip between my moist folds, Carol was content to take things more slowly. She kissed up and down my inner thighs, drawing close before pulling away at the last possible second. I was being driven wild. My hands cupped and squeezed my tits as Carol's mouth mercilessly teased me. A distant voice that I barely recognised as my own was pleading with her. "Eat me!" I begged, "Fuck me with your mouth." My cries of frustration became more and more pained as Carol continued her relentless teasing. Somehow Carol knew when I could take no more. "Oooh, ahhh, mmmmm," I sighed as her tongue darted between the moist fleshy folds of my pussy. Squeezing my tits tightly together, my back arched and a lust filled moan tore from my throat as her tongue slowly began to lap along my slit. "Oh fuck," I cried, "your tongue feels so good on me." Carol murmured her appreciation in reply as her tongue explored every inch of my pussy. She sucked lightly on my clit then darted her tongue in and out of my hot, wet hole. The walls of my cunt began to flex. "I need something inside me," I said as her tongue flicked over my swollen clit. Without any hesitation Carol slowly inserted two fingers into my cunt. "Yessss!" I purred as I felt myself stretch to accommodate them. Carol began to slowly pump her fingers in and out of my cunt as her tongue lapped at my clit. My fingers squeezed and teased my tortured nipples as the fire of my passion coursed through my veins. My climax was approaching fast and I wanted to savour the sensation. "I want to get on top," I said, my voice hoarse with arousal. Carol stopped "If that's what you want then be my guest," she said as she rolled over. Without hesitating I moved so that my legs were astride her face, my pussy hovered above her mouth. Carol grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto her. Her tongue darted into my cunt and then began, with long, soft strokes, to work its way along the length of my slit once more. Feeling the pressure inside me mount, I ground my pussy against Carol's mouth. My hands stroked and caressed my tits as her tongue flicked over my clit. "Harder!" I demanded, "Lick me harder!" As her tongue lashed over my throbbing clit like whip she inserted her fingers back into my cunt. "Ohh," I sighed as she thrust her fingers in and out. Carol changed fingers and suddenly a third was pressing against my other hole. It pressed against the resistance of my arsehole then slowly slipped inside. The combination of me playing with my tits, Carol's tongue flicking over my clit and her fingers pumping in and out of my pussy and arse pushed my highly aroused body over the edge. The walls of my cunt gripped Carol's fingers as they thrust inside me. The contractions spread from my pussy to engulf my whole body. I thrust my pussy harder against Carol's mouth. "YES!!" I cried, "Oh my God yes!! Keep licking, keep licking, mmmaaaahh!" Carol happily obliged. Her tongue probed lightly at my clit. Each contact sending another bolt of pleasure racing through me. My breathing became more and more laboured as my body reached the limit of its endurance. Reluctantly I had to beg Carol to stop. I dismounted and turned to kiss her. I could taste my essence on her lips. As always, I found the taste intoxicating. "Thank you," I whispered in her ear. "My pleasure," came the reply. "I guess, now, it's your turn," I said. "You don't have to, you know," replied Carol, concern evident in her voice. "No," I said, "I know I don't, but I want to. I've never tasted another woman's pussy before and I want yours to be my first." "Well, if you're sure it's what you want," she said with an arch little smile as she lifted her bum off the bed and pushed her G-string over her hips. I kissed her. "Of course I want it!" I said, grabbing her soaking G-string and pulling it the rest of the way off. Carol parted her legs and I positioned myself between them. I looked down to study her pussy. She kept it trimmed short and the moist lips were bare. Tentatively, I reached out to touch it. Carol's warm juices coated my fingers. I raised them to my mouth and licked them. I was almost surprised to find that her essence tasted much the same as my own, for some reason I'd been expecting it to be different. I leaned forward and planted kisses around the top of her inner thigh. I could see that Carol was playing with her tits as I licked and kissed and teased the area close to her pussy. Her juices trickled from her cunt, the entrance open and inviting. I moved closer, I could feel the heat of her pussy. My tongue flicked out, poking gingerly at her flower's dew. Carol's body stiffened. "Yes, that's right," she sighed, "just take it nice and easy." I dipped my tongue into her hole, savouring the taste as her juices began to flow more freely. I became intoxicated by the scent and flavour of her sex. It was my first taste of another girl's pussy and I knew that I was hooked. My tongue licked along her slit, working its way into the folds of her labia. I took heart from the contented noises that Carol was making as I explored her pussy with my mouth. I slid one finger into Carol's cunt then quickly added another. I pumped them in and out as my tongue began to flick over her clit. Her cunt flexed around my fingers as I slid them slowly in and out. Her hips began to rock, pushing her pussy harder against my mouth. "Ooooh!" she moaned as I sucked her clit between my lips. I flicked my tongue over its tip. Carol's fingers were in my hair, pushing my face forward. Suddenly she began to moan. "Oh yes! Oh God! Mmmmm! Oooooaaah!" she cried out as her hips began to buck more and more wildly. My fingers slipped from her cunt and I slowed the pace of my tongue. "Don't stop. Please don't stop," she begged. My tongue gently probed her clit. Carol struggled to hold herself on the precipice of her climax as she offered herself up to her orgasm. Finally it was all over. We lay in each others' arms listening to the sounds of our hearts as their beating returned to normal. I felt a deep satisfaction. A satisfaction that was untainted by even the slightest hint of regret. "Thank you," I whispered into Carol's ear, "that was fantastic." Discovering Intimacy Ch. 2 Carol laughed. "You were pretty good too," she said, "for a beginner." With a feigned look of scorn I replied, "You'll just have to teach me how it's done properly then won't you?" "Well," she said, "I'm willing if you are?" "Me too," I replied as I turned to kiss her. Neither of us got much sleep that night. Carol and I made love together many times during our time together as flatmates. She was a caring and considerate teacher and I was a willing and receptive pupil. Loving Carol was an experience that opened my eyes. My journey towards sexual fulfillment was a long and sometimes painful one. With my hang ups that stemmed from my upbringing, coming to terms with my sexuality was always going to be challenging but I got there eventually. Carol completed an education that I'd began with Paul. She reminded me that sex can be great so long as both partners want it to be. It's a lesson that, despite my hang ups, I've learned well. I've had a number of partners since then, both male and female and whether it's been a serious relationship or a casual fling I've learned to enjoy sex for the pleasure it brings me and not to despise myself for being a normal person with a healthy sexual appetite. Do I enjoy it? Of course I do. Discovering Intimacy Paul slipped out of me and we lay there for a while, just holding each other. I suddenly felt a strange emptiness and could feel Paul's cum dribbling out of me and I was glad I'd remembered the towel. Finally, we reluctantly got up. We each took a shower and then got dressed. After that we went downstairs to fix us something to eat. The next three weeks were a blur of sexual pleasure. Paul and I fucked at every possible opportunity. We experimented endlessly trying out as many positions as we could. We even managed to do it outside on one glorious occasion. I felt as if I was in a constant state of arousal. Then came exams. Paul and I had agreed that the last thing I needed was for there to be any "accidents" during this important time. As a result we decided that we wouldn't do it again until my A-Levels were finished. It was the most frustrating three weeks of my life. My revision was frequently punctuated with long spells of sexually charged daydreaming, it's a miracle I actually got any work done. Having been so recently initiated into the world of sex, it seemed unnatural to suddenly have to go without once more. And then, finally, my exams were over. It was midweek and my friends and I would be having a party at the weekend to celebrate. My parents were taking me for a meal that evening and Paul was invited too. The meal was at 8pm. I was going round to Paul's after my exam finished but would be home by 7pm. We arrived at Paul's just as his mum was leaving to go to work. She told us that Paul's dad would be home about ten. She asked me how I'd got on, wished me luck with my results then left. We fixed ourselves a quick bite to eat then we went through to his room. I closed the door and Paul's lips were on mine. As we kissed his hands went to the front of my blouse. He quickly undid the buttons; his hands, finding my tits, pushed my bra up to reveal them. Paul pushed me against the door and dropped his head to my chest. His hands pushed at my tits and his lips fastened on my nipple. He sucked and caressed each in turn. My hands found the front of his trousers. I undid his belt and his trousers and pushed them down over his hips. I stroked his cock as his mouth continued to work on my tits. Paul's hands slid up inside my skirt and started to tug at my knickers. I let them be removed, falling to my feet and kicked them aside. I was really turned on, I knew I was wet. Paul kissed me on the lips, his tongue briefly exploring my mouth then he spun me around to face the door. I braced myself, trembling with anticipation as Paul lifted my skirt. Then, without any hesitation, he plunged his cock deep inside my waiting cunt. I cried out as he took me with all his force. His cock slid in and out with a force that made my knees go weak. I could feel his balls slap against me with every thrust. I'd never been fucked this hard before. Paul reached forward and grabbed my tits, squeezing them as his cock pounded at my pussy. I supported myself with one hand while I rubbed my clit with the other. I thrust my hips back to meet each stroke of his cock, forcing him in deeper. The sensations coming from my tits, my clit and my pussy overwhelmed me and I came, noisily. Paul's cock, buried deep in my cunt, was all that stopped me from collapsing. Almost at if my orgasm was a signal, Paul grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him. With one final thrust his cock erupted. I could feel the hot jets of his cum deep inside me, filling my pussy to overflowing. Paul slid out of me as he collapsed to the floor. I stood there a moment, savouring the sensations and feeling his cum slowly trickling out of my pussy and down my legs. I quickly removed my clothes, lay down on the bed and invited him to join me. We weren't finished yet. As Paul climbed on to the bed beside me I noticed that his cock was still quite hard. I grinned then kissed him. We lay there, kissing and caressing for a while then I turned my attention back to his cock. It was still coated with a mixture of his cum and my juices. I eagerly licked at it, savouring the combination of tastes. I spent several minutes licking him clean. As I did his cock stiffened again. By the time I'd finished he was almost erect again. I took him into my mouth and began to suck. My lips began to travel up and down his shaft, sucking Paul back to a state of full arousal. I loved being able to turn him on so easily. Finally, my lips released his cock and I started to kiss my way up his body. When I was in position I reached behind me and guided him into me once more. He slid into me so easily. The mix of my wetness and his cum made my pussy almost frictionless. I impaled myself effortlessly on his cock and rode him with easy movements of my hips. I rubbed my tits in Paul's face, smothering him, as I slowly slid my pussy up and down his shaft. Paul reached down, touching where we joined, coating his fingers in my juices. He began spreading it around with his fingers, I nearly jumped out of my skin when a finger lightly brushed against my arsehole. Slowly, he pushed his finger into my arse. Having both holes filled at the same time excited me. I gripped his cock with the walls of my cunt and rode him harder. Paul slid his finger in and out of my arse as I thrust my cunt up and down the length of his cock. He sucked and licked my tits and with one hand I rubbed at my clit. I ground my hips against him, drawing him as far inside me as he would go. I came violently, unable to take any more of the intense sensations that I was feeling. I dismounted, letting Paul out from underneath me. Before I knew it he was behind my again, thrusting his cock deep into my pussy once more. My fingers still played with my clit as Paul took me. I came again, moaning, my body trembling all over. The pace of Paul's fucking slowed until, unexpectedly, he stopped and I felt him remove his cock from my cunt. He slid his cock up and down my slit, coating it with my wetness, and then suddenly he began pressing against my arsehole. Paul's cock was well lubricated but it still hurt as it pushed against the resistance of my arsehole. It was such an incredibly dirty feeling and I loved it. Ignoring the pain I pushed my hips back and felt his cock slide, inch by inch, into my arse. Paul began to move his cock in and out. I moved my hips to meet his strokes. He began to increase the pace and I heard my self yelling "Harder! Harder!" My arse was being fucked with powerful strokes. I began to rub my clit again, occasionally sliding a finger into my pussy. Paul reached forward an began rubbing my tits and teasing my nipples as his cock slid in and out of my arse. My body began to tremble again and I came once more screaming, "Yes! Yes! Fuck my arse! FUCK ME!!!" Paul continued to fuck me then suddenly pulled out. "I'm going to come!", he cried and I turned to face him. His cock erupted and three jets of cum hit my face and tits. Delirious with pleasure, I rubbed his cum into my tits, wiped my face and licked my fingers clean. Exhausted, we lay there for a while then Paul got up and had a shower. I had mine next then we got dressed. I have to admit to feeling a little tender as we walked to catch the bus that would take us to my place to get ready for my celebratory meal that night.