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Kathy Likes Women

By: Pelios



First of all, I call myself a slut, not with shame, but with pride. Webster's defines slut as first, a slovenly girl, second as a promiscuous girl, then as a prostitute and a saucy girl, and finally a minx - which sounds to me like a small furry animal. I don't know where they get off with slovenly, I mean, I have very high standards of personal cleanliness, and although I am not a neat freak or a slob about my personal surroundings, I am certainly reasonably ordered. I am definitely not a prostitute because then I would have to be much less choosy about who I slept with, and that leaves promiscuous. But, hey, I am promiscuous with a capital P! I am not really a nymphomaniac, because I do orgasm and feel very satisfied when I have had enough of them. But I do like a lot of them. So, I like to think of myself as a slut because Kathy the Promiscuous sounds just a little pompous. And to give you an idea of how promiscuous I am, I like both men and women. On the average, I'd say 80% preference for women, but hell, if I went more than six months without a good hard dick, I'd probably go nuts. What is really surprising is, I think there are a lot of women out there like me, and I don't think I am so much unusual as just a little bolder than most of the other women just like me. So, here's my story:

"I've been having sex since I was 14. First, with my brother, then a guy named Donny, who lived at the next farm. Before I go any further, no, this is not a big incest story about what hayseeds do on the farm, those episodes were just part of the learning process. And even if it was a farm, some country folk considered us to be city people because we were just thirty minutes outside of Little Rock. Another note about the farm: we weren't poor farmers either. My parents were fairly wealthy. We raised horses mainly, but had a large vegetable field, tended by hired help, as were the horses most of the time. I don't know why most young girls go nuts about horses, unless it is as a really big, hay-eating masturbation instrument. I thought horses were pretty stupid, myself.

Back to my sex history. Suffice to say, I coaxed my brother into showing me his, and I showed him mine, and he was scared to screw me out of fear of pregnancy, so he just screwed me in the ass. Which I did actually learn to like as it went on for years. Of course I would beat off at the same time, and that is how I figure I developed such a positive association with having my ass played with. In fact this was my only sex life until Donny right before I turned eighteen, except for my spying on my parents. I did try to watch my parents as often as I could because I was so fascinated with sex. My mom is a natural redhead with big boobs, and my father is dark-haired with a dick that I found a little frightening because of its size, and they went at it regular as bunnies almost every night, and they were pretty uninhibited, too, so my education was pretty thorough even if it was based mostly on watching. And smell. My mom didn't have an unpleasant smell but it was powerful. I could peep into the door of their bedroom and her pussy smell would fill the air enough that it was strong to me, and I was at least eighteen feet away from their activities. I have no idea how a natural blond came out from a redhead mom and a dark-brown haired father - maybe it was a genetic compromise. 

There's not much to say about Donny. He had pimples, busted my cherry, came in thirty seconds, and then went off to college. It hurt, and it was over before I could get excited, sexually or romantically. Donny was a disappointment.

Which brings me to when I just turned eighteen and was spending the summer in Arkansas with my cousin (same age but two months older), Susan who also lived on a farm. She was actually quite distantly related, and although we called each other cousin, neither of us was sure there was any real blood between us. Actually our parents were good friends, so us kids sort of grew up friends, but my mom, a genealogy buff, does swear that we were related some labyrinthine way or another. I was planning to go off to college in the fall, so this was my last big vacation before official adulthood. My tits were nice and firm by then, and I was proud of my dark brown thatch of pubic hair as well. It didn't start growing until like 13 but it was still fuzz at 15. Guess my pussy was a late bloomer. But at 18, my pussy fur was thicker now, and very fine and soft, almost like rabbit fur, but it made me feel like a woman. I was pretty, with blonde hair, cut short, about halfway down my neck, and my brown eyes seemed alluring, at least they seemed so to me when I would study myself in the bathroom mirror, something I probably did too often. I thought my dimples were very fetching too, and people told me it made me look really cute. I know, I sound a little vain, and I guess I am. Worse, I liked to beat off while looking at myself naked, usually easing a finger into my bottom when I felt my orgasm beginning to wash through me. That's why I have mentioned my brother. My bottom has a history and to this present day is an important part of my sex life. My evening bath was an important time of day for me in those days. I'd usually take a bath and soak for a while in hot water, then take a quick warm shower. I'd get out and dry myself off in front of the mirror and inevitably get turned on by looking at my nude body. Usually, I would imagine my current dream guy (usually a movie star or rock idol) stroking me and kissing me, and of course, I'd start stroking myself, etc. But every now and then I'd just start touching myself and looking at myself and get so turned on that I didn't even need a fantasy to come. Come to think of it, I suspect I was very vain, even for a teenage girl, even for a pretty teenage girl! Mostly I was just ignorant, mainly because my parents had heavily discouraged my dating, although I had a very few.

But it wasn't until I saw Susan getting ready to shower, up at her farm near Fayetteville that day, that I ever had thoughts about sex with another female. I had come into the bathroom to wash my face, since it wasn't locked and caught her naked as a jaybird, sitting on the edge of the bathtub and shaving her legs before her shower. Her measurements were pretty close to mine, though she was a little taller, and her hips were a bit wider. Her breasts were a 36C cup, a little heftier than mine as I wore a 34C cup, and her nipples were large and pink, whereas mine were a very pale, golden tan color. I had a tendency to tan, and her skin was milky where the sun hadn't touched it and freckly where it had - she was a natural redhead like my mom. Okay, so our measurements weren't real close; except maybe our nipples were the same size. But I wasn't thinking about me when, after a glance at Susan's face to make sure she wasn't looking up at me, I let my eyes really linger at her crotch. Nestled in between her smooth, freckled thighs was a gorgeous bush of red-gold curls. When I say gorgeous bush, I am mainly referring to the color and the fact that her hair was much more sparse than mine. I could see her lower lips much more clearly than I had seen mine for years. Unselfconsciously, she touched up the shaving of her long, shapely legs while she chattered on about a plan for us to go horse-back riding. I watched, fascinated by her red-gold pubic curls and the shapely ripples of her calf muscles as she stretched her toes, inspecting her leg for stray nubs. As she moved her leg around I got a glimpse of her pink button peeping out through the red forest. I was actually squeezing my thighs together and getting wet down 'there' before I realized that I was getting hot over a chick, and my sorta cousin at that! I was so embarrassed that I instantly felt my skin flush, and I knew I had turned beet red. Sue clearly noticed, but only revealed a small smile without interrupting her prattle about riding. It bothered me a bit, but I'm not the kind of person who worries about stuff much, so I forgot the whole incident in an hour or so. It was a long hour or so, though. I just kept seeing her naked like it was burned on my brain.

When visiting Susan it had always been the custom for me to share her queen sized bed with her. That night, Susan seemed to drop off to sleep right away, but I lay awake, remembering her body the way it looked in the bathroom, remembering the shapeliness of her legs, and her lovely cunt. I was lying on my back and she lay with her back to me, and I could feel the heat of her bottom through her panties, pressed against my left hip. I began to wonder what it would be like to touch her, and before I even thought about it, I rolled over as if I was asleep and snuggled up to her spoon-style, letting my arm ease around her in a hug. My nipples hardened instantly as I pressed against her back, but I felt sure she wouldn't notice. 

She did though. At the moment, she just wiggled her ass a little, as if to welcome my embrace. I lay that way a few more minutes and decided that I was making myself crazy. I lay back on my back and tried to sleep. I guess I should mention at this point that I was wearing a man's tee-shirt and a pair of panties for pajamas - I thought it looked chic because that was the way Susan always slept. 

I was too excited to sleep so I decided to risk beating off for relief. Stealthily, I slipped my hand in my panties and slid a finger down to wobble my clit. I tried to keep the vibration so minimal that Susan wouldn't notice. Meanwhile, I used my worn-out fantasy of how it should have been with Donny. Susan turned over facing me, and I instantly froze, holding my breath. I felt her breath on my cheek when she whispered, "I like to do that, too. Are you thinking about a boyfriend?"

I was grateful for the darkness that covered my blush of shame as I answered yes, and then blurted out the story of my entire sex life. Having never told anyone, I guess it had been building up inside of me. As you know from what I wrote above, there wasn't much to tell. Then Sue told her stories, which, despite our both being the same age, were quite a bit more complete than mine. She had finally let her latest beau go all the way as long as he wore a rubber. They had done 'it' many times before they broke up about six months ago. Now she was so horny that she was anxious to try out her new boyfriend. While we exchanged our tales, we lay together on our backs. Neither of us said anything about it, but we were both rubbing our clits while we talked. My left leg was touching her right leg though, and that felt too nice for me to move away. 

Finally, Susan said, "You know what would feel better than what we're doing?" 

"What?" I asked cautiously, wondering at the slightly sly tone in her voice. 

"We should do it to each other while we talk," She urged, "It would feel good, as good as it gets, and unlike with boys, we don't have to worry about getting pregnant!" 

I giggled at that, but as reasonable as her suggestion seemed, it scared me, too. I felt a flush of guilt as I thought back to the bathroom scene. I wasn't queer. I knew that, so why was I so tempted? "We'd better not," I said; then to soothe the rejection, I added, "But I don't guess it would matter if we just felt of breasts." Okay, looking back, it's hard to follow the logic of that, but to an inexperienced eighteen year-old simpleton from the country it made perfect sense.

"Okay," agreed Susan, "Want me to go first?" 

I whispered, "Sure," even though I wasn't sure that she meant first to feel, or first to get felt. But I understood quickly enough when I felt her hand slide inside my shirt and begin gently stroking my tits. Her touch was softer but surer than either Jim's (my brother) or Donny's, and I was nearly overwhelmed by a heave of passion in my hips when she tenderly plucked at my hardened nipples. 

I giggled, mainly in an attempt to gain control of myself, and spoke, mainly to break the awkward silence of our heavy breathing, "Gee this is really nice, Susan, but it does seem weird, cause guys are always kissing me when they go for my tits." This was a feeble joke, not a hint, but Susan took it as a suggestion. When I felt her lips touch mine, I started to gasp, which simply parted my lips for Sue's slippery tongue. But I was so swept away by her delicious, sexy kiss that I found my fears and reserve slipping rapidly away. Now, I liked kissing boys, in fact, most of my sexual experience has been kissing (not counting my brother), so I liked it a lot. But I liked it a lot better with Susan. I don't know whether it was because she was a girl, because it was so taboo, or simply because she was a better kisser, which were all true, but whatever the reason, it just melted me. My hand, as if detached from the rest of me, slid into her shirt to caress her slightly larger breasts even as I felt one of her knees parting my legs. I could feel her pussy pressing hard against my thigh as she rubbed herself against my leg and brought her hand down from my breasts to my panties. I started to protest; and Sue knew it, so she just slid her tongue all the way in my mouth as her hand slipped inside my panties and all the way down until she had hooked her longest finger into my sloppy, wet vagina. A quick wriggle of her palm against my clit while her finger gouged and pumped in me, and I just had to spread my legs wide open to her. I know I didn't mean to just give myself to her, but I did. I felt so many things at once, her finger fucking my vagina, her palm against my clit, her hard nipples brushing my breasts, and her hot tongue in my mouth. My hips started fucking back at her hand, hard and fast, then harder and faster until I was gasping in her mouth while she kept up her greedy passionate kisses. I came so hard that I nearly passed-out in the wave of undulating bliss. While I caught my breath, I lay cradled in Susan's arms and enjoyed her tender little kisses on my face.

"Ooooh," I moaned softly, "That was something else!" She giggled and said she was glad I liked it. "But Sue, I was a little surprised, what made you want to do that to me? I'm not sure about this stuff."

"Oh don't be such a stuffed shirt, I had to convince you that this would be more fun than doing it by yourself. You need to do like us real country girls and take your fun where you can find it!" Ah, the old stigma of living thirty minutes outside of Little Rock. Most city people think country people are ignorant louts, and they would probably be surprised that country people thought the same of them. In fact, the general rule was, the closer to town, the lower the IQ. Of course, she couldn't see that I was smiling, the bedroom was too dark, so she continued to explain, "Don't feel obligated, but I sure wouldn't mind if your hands wander around a little." She kissed me lightly on the nose. I knew she was anxious for me to 'do' her, but she wasn't rushing me, and I liked that. Suddenly, the image of her elegant naked body as it looked sitting on the edge of the bathtub came back to haunt me again, and I found myself really wanting to touch her. I felt of her breasts first, without kissing her, and then, because I suddenly felt shy, I kissed her to work up the nerve to slide my hand down to her panties. She moaned softly into my kiss and spread her legs for me. I slipped a finger down her crack and slid into her wet hole. I worked my finger around making her clit wet, then rubbed the hooded little button until her sighs turned into muffled moans and grunts in my hair, her hips jerking against my hand. She fell asleep for real, then. And as I dozed off, still horny, I really couldn't decide whether I liked the giving as well or better than the receiving. It made me feel guilty as hell, especially the sexy way I'd feel when I smelled of the hand that had touched her. But I fell asleep pretty quickly anyway, still sniffing my right hand every minute or so.

The next two days were hard for me. I worried about my feelings toward Susan constantly. I had had more fun with her that one night than I had ever had with my brother or with Donny. I realized that my sex life up until now had mostly been pretty poor pickings, but it didn't account for the way I felt about Sue's body. I worried that I was a homosexual, but at the shopping mall the next day, I saw this dreamy guy in tight jeans. I looked at the bulge at his crotch and was struck by such a wave of horniness that if he'd as much as crooked his finger, he could have had me right in front of all the startled shoppers. What was wrong with me, I wondered, was I flipping out? At least I was reassured that I wasn't going all the way queer. To make the tension even greater, no more intimate encounters occurred with Susan during those two days. She made no reference at all to our previous trysting.

Then Saturday night arrived and Sue and I had double dates to the movies. Her new boyfriend, Jay, and some friend of his named Rodney, who turned out to be the driver, picked us up around dark in Rodney's parents' car. Rodney was nice, kind of plain looking, with blond hair and a few freckles. The movie was a dull western, and it was the guys that agreed we should just go park somewhere. We left the theater and went to a lake lookout where there were a few other cars parked. It wasn't long before I heard the sounds of necking in the back seat. By the time I was hearing zippers in the back seat, Rodney was kissing me and unbuttoning my blouse. While Rodney kissed my tits, I peeked in the back to see Susan laid back on my side of the car. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist and her long freckled legs were spread wide, her panties dangling from her right ankle. Hovering over her, Jay pulled his jeans down and his big erection was out and trembling over Susan's cunt. She flipped me a quick smile and a wink before she whispered to Jay, "Now, now, big boy, you know what comes first!" He was fumbling with a rubber package as he whispered back - panted really, "Yeah, yeah, I got it right here."

"No you don't, you have to go down on me first," she said, "or you can just put it back in your pants!" He looked at her a moment, shrugged, and then did the most amazing thing! He knelt between her legs and kissed her down there! I was so amazed that I hardly noticed that Rodney was pulling my panties down over my ankles. I had never heard of such a thing as kissing pussy, although I had heard of sucking dick. I guess Rodney just thought I was looking away from him because I was shy. He had stripped his pants down, put on a rubber and was getting in position when I stopped him. I had him look in the back then told him that he had to do that to me if he wanted to screw me. To my surprise, he readily agreed and bent down. The moment he entered me with his mouth was like a light in the darkness, a sound in the silence. It was heaven! The Primal Chord that issued forth the universe! I looked back again and watched Susan's abdomen muscles trembling as her thighs clenched around Jay's head. What Rodney was doing to me was the most wonderful thing that I'd ever felt and thus I came. I barely remember his briefly screwing me afterwards, although later I remembered it felt really good, but it didn't last long enough to get me too excited again.

What I couldn't forget was that as Susan orgasmed, hips straining against Jay's face, her stretched belly delicately trembling in its tautness, and Rodney was still licking my clit, I was staring at her red-gold cunt, and when the thought came to me that I would like to do what Jay was doing, and do it to Susan, that's when I had my second orgasm with someone else doing the work. That night I lay far on my side of the big double bed and shivered with feelings of guilt mixed with longing. 

The next morning I woke up early, about seven, and Sue and I didn't usually get up until about eight-thirty, and since we'd been up so late, I knew Sue wouldn't budge until nine. The morning sun was bright through the window and its light was warmly laid across the bed like a blanket. Susan had long since kicked the covers off herself, and me. As I awoke, I found myself gazing at the lovely curves of Susan's freckled calves. A delicious creamy feeling of pleasure filled my hips as I thought of how good Sue had looked with her smooth, athletic legs spread-wide in the back seat with Jay's face nuzzling in her curly red bush. I began to get excited enough to finger myself when I paused with the thought, Susan was such a profoundly sound sleeper that she wouldn't be disturbed if I took a little closer peek at her crotch. Susan lay on her side to my left, facing away from me, so I eased myself down the bed, laying on my side, inching closer until I lay with my face about six inches from Susan's rounded bottom. I could see her pussy lips through the sheer panties and in a wild moment of daring I put my hand on myself and whipped my clit while I pressed my face close enough to give her crack a feathery light kiss as I inhaled her musky fragrance, an incredibly wonderful, delicious smell. I came so hard that I knew that I was lucky not to have awakened Susan.


Kathy Likes Women Ch. 02



But the summer did end, and it looked like my entrance to college was going to be delayed for a year by a lack of funds. My parents would pay for tuition and room and board, but if I wanted a car or any spending money, I had to earn it myself. I had just started my first job when I met Janet, this tennis chum of my Mom's. I'd begun dating several guys, and I was even letting one of them fuck me. 

The others I would only let feel me up, and rarely inside my panties. It wasn't that I'd turned prudish; it's just that teenage boys are such jerks. They'd give you a glorious two-minute bang and then go and brag to all their friends like they're the Sultan of Love or something, meanwhile ruining your reputation so that only worse jerks are willing to go out with you. Or worse, they'd fall madly in love and follow you around like lovesick puppies, whimpering for attention. 

The guy I was actually fucking was different, he was twenty, didn't know any of my friends and he was in the Navy, so he wasn't always hanging around. Of course, this meant that I couldn't really get into any heavy sex very often, so my eye often turned to the girls. Unfortunately, teenage girls are just about as neurotic as teenage boys, and I worried about rejection and scandal and that kind of thing. (He-he, that was back when I still worried too much.) 

There was this one girlfriend of mine, Laura Wells, that I was particularly attracted to, but we were such good friends that I was terrified of spoiling things between us. In short, at the time that I met Janet Beardsley, I was in a state of perpetual horniness. Mom had brought me in on a family membership at the local country club and arranged for me to take tennis lessons. Mom got involved in some kind of fund-raising project, and I wound up standing in for her on her bi-weekly tennis game with Janet. 

Janet was twenty-five, married and fairly well to do, driving an Italian sports car that cost more than most people's houses. She was a classic beauty, about five-seven, with long, dark-brown hair and clear blue eyes, a trim, muscular physique, long sexy legs and a proud bust line. She also had that sort of skin that tans seemed to like to paint themselves upon. 

Normally, we would shower at the club and go to the lounge for a cup of tea, but one day, Janet called a halt to the game early and asked me if I would like to go to her place to clean up and have a drink, as she was expecting an important package that afternoon. I said sure, more than a little flattered that an adult was offering me alcohol. She had a really nice penthouse at the top of a hotel - I think her uncle owned the whole building. We were relaxing and sipping daiquiris after our showers, just lying around in the living room when Janet brought it up. Sex.

"Are you a virgin, Kathy?" She asked it with a smile, a smile with flashy teeth and sexy dimples. I hated myself for feeling embarrassed, but I tried to keep a poker face and answered, "No, why do you ask?" I tried to sound cool and casual like she seemed to me, but I suspect that I blushed. 

"Well, I have a sort of sex-problem that I'd like to discuss with you, and I just wanted to know where you stood on the subject." Her thighs shifted restlessly and I thought the silky sound of her hose was sexy. A thrill shot through me - was she trying to seduce me? But no, that would be too good to be true, so I realized that I should be careful here, but at the same time, I needed to let her know how uninhibited I was, so that she'd feel more relaxed. 

I sipped my drink before I decided to step into the suddenly awkward silence, "Please don't say anything to mom, but I've pretty much been around. I even have a sailor who gives me such a good time when he's on shore leave that I walk bow-legged for days after every visit!"

My exaggeration had the desired response. She laughed and uncrossed her legs. She was wearing a simple white gown and obviously no bra. She made me feel grungy in my tee-shirt and cut-offs - my tennis costume was now residing in my gym bag. Worse, I was wearing a bra - it made me feel like a teenager - of course, I was eighteen, but no girl of eighteen likes to feel like a teenager! "So what's this sex problem?" I asked, trying to sound the bored, woman of the world.

"Well, I'm sure it's all right to tell you this, but I have to trust you to keep it confidential, okay?" She was actually wringing her hands and looking worried. 

I smiled at her worry and reassured her, "Hey, you keep my sailor a secret, and your secret is safe with me!" I said it with as much bravado as I could muster, and I guess it was enough. She looked relieved and proceeded to spill her guts.

"Bill (her husband) isn't really much of a lover, in fact, I've only had a few orgasms with him..." she stopped suddenly to give me a concerned look, "Are you sure this isn't embarassing you, Kathy?"

I chuckled, "Yes, Janet, I'm sure. My sailor isn't the world's greatest, but he's the best man I've had. I could tell you some real horror stories - like the drunk boy who popped my cherry and passed out - all a minute!" That got another laugh, and she continued, but she still seemed a little nervous.

"Well," she tittered, "I guess you do understand my frustration, but the actual problem isn't Bill, it's this neighbor, well, two floors down - she calls herself Serena and rides a motorcycle. She has a punk haircut, and a body like a model." She sighed, and I misunderstood. 

"Oh," I said, "You mean that she's after Bill?" I thought I was being clever, but to my surprise, Janet looked miserable and sighed again. 

When she spoke it was almost a mumble. "No, she's not after Bill. She's after me. And the problem is, I'm a little tempted." She blushed, although it was difficult to see it under her tan. She continued awkwardly, "Serena says I'm prudish and swears that any really liberated woman has tried it, and that my attitude is old fashioned. I mean, it just seems perverted to me, and I told her so." Janet paused, looking down, and just when I was about to say something, she continued again. "But there's something about the way she looks at me that does kind of turn me on, and I just don't know anymore. So I want you to tell me, Kathy, you're younger and more 'with it' than I am; is it true? Is this something that most women try out nowadays?" Her blue eyes locked onto mine and I could feel her innocence and her emotional turmoil. I was also surprised that she would confide in me in such a serious matter, but on second thought, whom else could she ask?

"Yes," I sighed, realizing that I'd been holding my breath, "I think most girls try it at one time or another, I mean," I went ahead and took the plunge, "I've done it, and I liked it. Liked it a lot. And I worried about it for a while, but I've finally come to think that it really is natural for women to go for each other, at least somewhat." I felt myself blushing, but Janet's eyes were locked so intently onto mine that I felt the need to clarify even further, "I still like and want men; it's not like being queer. But there's just something about an attractive woman that's attractive to everyone. I mean like, I think you're really sexy, myself. And if this biker chick came after me, I'd sure give her what she wants, just to see if it felt good! You can always give it up if you don't like it." Oh God! I was babbling.

She looked a little shook. "Ugh, then I am old-fashioned!" Then she brightened, "When you said that I'm sexy, do you really think so?" 

"When I said you're sexy, I meant that I think it would be a blast to have sex with you myself." I licked my lips suggestively, without (I hoped) over doing it, and gave her my sultry look as I took a sip of my drink.

"Oh!" she said in what was almost a squeak. I didn't quite know what to make of the wonder in her voice, she might be getting ready to slap me, but I guess I'm a gambler. At least, I figured, it's better to get slapped having fun than just talking about it.

Trying to be as smooth as a great lover, I set my glass down on the coffee table, took her glass out of her hand and set it down, and then I leaned close to her, putting my hand on her nearest knee, her left knee. "Yes," I murmured, moving my face close to hers. I could feel the tension in her body, but she didn't pull away from me. "Yes, I think it would be great fun to fuck you." I heard her breath catch on the word 'fuck,' and that's when I kissed her. At first she was very still, her lips pliant, but unresponsive. Then suddenly her mouth opened and my tongue was sliding into a willing mouth. My hand whispered up her stockings and fumbled under the lining of her pantyhose. She shifted her hips to accommodate me, and my hand slid not too easily down to her warm, furry mound. It was a tight squeeze, but I could feel her wetness below as her tongue stabbed back at mine. The damn pantyhose were just too tight! I pulled my hand out and used both my hands to pull them down. She helped by raising her butt a little hesitantly. I had her hose down to mid-thigh when she suddenly shook her head and pushed me away.

"No," she gasped, "I haven't decided to do it. Besides, you're too young, and I'm friends with your mother." She looked at me a bit reproachfully and smoothed her skirt. She left her pantyhose where it was for the moment since it was covered by the skirt. She was trying hard to look dignified despite a blush in her cheeks and the fact that she was still breathing a little heavily.

I looked down and tried to appear properly ashamed of myself as I spoke, after all, this was delicate ground - she was a friend of mom's, wow-comma-ugh! "I'm sorry, Janet. I thought you wanted me to do that." I paused a moment, looked up at her then looked back down. "Also, I have to admit that I really am attracted to you. I don't blame that other lady or myself for that, I mean, not that you can help it, but you're really very sexy." No woman is going to dislike hearing stuff like that! She smiled then looked concerned and started to say something, but I blurted ahead, "And you're right, I guess, I'm too young for you. You deserve a real woman for your first time, not some half-developed girl." There! I'd switched things around and put her on the defensive. I just continued to look at my feet as she sputtered a protest.

"Nonsense, Kathy, that's not what I meant, you're even more appealing than Serena, and I sure wouldn't call that body of yours half developed! At least I hope it isn't, why, you'd be grotesque when you matured!" As she said this, her eyes went down my figure and lingered a bit on the zipper of my cutoffs. That's when I knew that I still had a chance. And naturally, that's when the doorbell rang. Janet gave me a wink as she modestly pulled up her pantyhose underneath her dress as she stood. I sighed as she went off to sign for her package. All my good work undone! I was afraid that I wouldn't get the chance to pull 'em down again. 

At least I made good use of my time and fixed us both fresh drinks from her bar. While my hands fiddled with the glasses, I did some thinking about a different approach to this business of seducing a straight woman. What I really wanted was to go down on her, to see what her cunt is like, how it feels, how it tastes, how it would feel to have her thighs trembling about my head as she came in my face. I mean, sure, I wanted her to go down on me, but if I could only have one of the two things, I'd get a bigger thrill in eating her, even if I didn't get to come. I mean I could always do that later, or I could even do it to myself while I ate her out. So, what if she felt the same way? Maybe I was approaching this all wrong by playing the part of the guy. Maybe she'd like to seduce me? Oh well, it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot. Now, if I could only think of how to tempt her to seduce me...

Janet walked in briskly with her package. I handed her drink to her and asked her what was in it. She excitedly told me that it was the latest and skimpiest bikini from Paris. I had a flash of inspiration. Playing the eager bumpkin girl, a role for which I am unfortunately well-suited, I acted really excited and begged to model it for her. As I knew she would, she chuckled indulgently and told me to go in the bedroom and put it on. I clutched it and ran to change. It was indeed a skimpy bikini, and I smiled to myself. I might look sexy and slutty in cutoffs and a tee-shirt, but I'd look irresistible in this wisp of nothing designed to emphasize my curves. It did, and I could see it in the bedroom mirror. There was an even larger mirror covering the whole wall behind the bar, and that was where I would make my pitch! I walked back into the living room as casually as I could, considering that I was practically naked.

I cast my eyes shyly downward when she did a wolf whistle - my blush was real. The suit was sky blue and since I was a blonde, I knew it emphasized my hair. I posed in front of the big mirror, rumpling my hair and making a sexy pout with my mouth, most of my weight on one foot, chest and hips slightly forward. I changed my moue to a slightly sheepish grin as our eyes met as she stepped toward me. I even batted my brown eyes at her a little. "Well, do you think Serena would look better in your bikini?" I teased with a little giggle.

She laughed, "Spin around, minx, and let's have a look." As I obeyed her command, I could feel her appreciative stare. "Yes, I think you look even better than she would." She admitted it thoughtfully. Encouraged and feeling bolder, I slipped the strap down my left shoulder and as the skimpy top sagged slightly, the pale tan of my aureole peeked over the edge.

I leaned closer and circled her neck with my arm. Camping it up, I did my best Marilyn Monroe impression and said, "Do you think I could be a Playboy bunny?" Her giggle was nervous, and she didn't answer. I knew she was tempted, and my Monroe is at least passable. I parted my lips slightly and closed my eyes - it was now or never! It was now! She pulled me to her roughly and kissed me hard, bending me backwards and leaving me breathless as she took over my body like Clark Gable or somebody. 

She was probably a little over-macho actually, even a little rough. But it was her fantasy trip, and I was digging what was happening as she peeled the swimsuit off of me and laid me down right there on the thick, shag pile. When she pulled off the bottom, I shamelessly spread my legs and exposed myself to her. And I did notice her eyeing my dark brown fluffy with appreciation. I think my shapely legs are my best feature, and she did give them a look before returning to my fluffy.

My nipples were hard, my pussy was wet; I was ready. But to my surprise, she loomed over me and slipped out of her dress. Her pantyhose came next, and she was naked except for her high heels, which she had slipped back on after tossing the hose aside. Then she straddled me and let me look up at her pretty black thatch and jutting breasts. I thought, Wow this is really kinky great! Her eyes were cold, ice blue. "Suck me off," she ordered. Wow, the dominatrix thing. Evidently, my psychological theories weren't worth beans, but things were working out great! I raised myself looking at her lovely snatch, the course hair pressed flat by her panty hose, and I embraced her hips with my arms as my face slid up her legs, feeling the tiny hairs of her thighs on my cheeks. 

The smell of her charmed me as my nose parted her wiry bush and spread her damp lips. I love doing that; pushing my nose in between pussy lips to get a nice deep breath of woman smell, for one thing, the smell tends to disappear as I get used to it, so I grab it right away. She was very wet inside, and the muscular walls of her love tube grabbed at my first stab into her vagina with my tongue. She moaned and curled her fingers in my hair as she pulled my face hard into her loins. I ran my hands up and down her legs, caressing the supple curves of her muscles as they rippled and bunched in time with the slow undulation of her hips. She pumped her hips and held me hard against her groin while watching my face nuzzle around in her slathering cunt. She was still being a little rough, but I was sure she had just been so desperately horny for so long... 

Besides, I liked her passion! Finally after I had shifted my sucking and licking to her clit for several minutes, she suddenly began to shiver and shake convulsively, and then made a sound like, "Unnnggg!" half scream, and half groan. For a moment, I was afraid that her powerful tennis thighs would crush my head like an eggshell. Janet was totally lost in orgasmic rapture, both hands curled tightly in my hair, her body drooping, draping itself about my head like a gently wilting flower. Then her face was covering me with kisses as she randomly gasped, "Oh thank you, thank you..." and a few other little endearments. I was a little confused, at first. Then I realized where her gratitude was leading - she seemed to have this need to justify going down on me, and she would just use gratitude so she wouldn't feel too queer about it. Hmmmm? 

It seemed a little strange, her convoluted thought process, but I badly wanted my pussy eaten, and by her lovely face! She kissed my neck and titties, lingering to suck each nipple, enjoying herself by rubbing her cunt on my knee. Even my knee enjoyed that. She ate me out so lovingly, that I came like a waterfall, my body undulating over the rocks of her passion! Damn, lousy metaphor, but a good orgasm defies description! 

From that point on, my relationship with Janet was a joy for about six months. She really got into some kinky routines, too, like this time in a restaurant where she felt me up under the table and ate me out in the restroom. But there were problems, too. For one thing, Janet kind of had a thing about assholes, she didn't like for me to play with hers, and she wouldn't even touch mine. That was bad enough, but Janet also started having these guilt trips about deceiving her husband, and when she started making noises about leaving him so that she could stay with me (at my Mom's?), I had to call it quits. Unfortunately, this left me without a reliable love life, and I became more attracted to Laura Wells than ever.

But Laura was so straight that I knew that she'd never go for it, particularly after one night we spent together over at her house. We were laying there in the dark and whispering secrets about everything - the usual girl stuff - when I got bold enough to mention a girl I knew that sometimes had sex with other girls. She said yuck, and that she'd just scream if that Janna ever made a pass at her. I thought about her pretty, sensuous lips, and her clear blue eyes, and sighed. It was that night of frustration, I think, that made me look up Serena. The idea did come to me then. All I had to do was go to this woman's apartment (I knew where it was), under some pretence, and end up having sex with her.

Astonishingly, it was just as simple as that. At first, I was pretty startled by her appearance. She was wearing jeans and a tank top and both were filled out as nicely as Janet had described, but the shocking part was her hair, which was dyed silver and shaped into spikes. I wondered how she slept without bending her spikes. Chewing gum, she asked me what I wanted while giving me a frank appraisal with her eyes. I felt myself blush as she drank in everything that my tennis costume didn't leave to the imagination. She had sleepy brown eyes that I sort of liked, so I didn't feel quite as awkward as I could have. I told her that I had dropped in on my friend Janet, and she wasn't at home, so could I come in and borrow her john. I really need to pee something fierce, I explained with a giggle and a wiggle that I hoped Serena would find sexy. 




Kathy Likes Women Ch. 02



I didn't need to worry. By the time I came out of the bathroom, complimenting her dŽcor, which was awful, she had mixed up a pitcher of margaritas and was inviting me to join her. She had gotten rid of the gum. I don't know why older folks always seem to want to get me drunk first, I guess they have no idea that a person could be 'ready to go' at the first proposition. She kicked off her shoes and propped her slim feet on the cluttered coffee table as she settled back on the couch, sipping at her Margarita and trying not to stare too obviously at my legs. I slipped my sneakers off and sat beside her and put my feet up, too. Her apartment was a mess, but it made me feel comfortable. After the second drink, Serena asked me how old I was. "Old enough to fuck and like it," I said with what I hoped was an experienced leer. "How old are you, Serena?"

She toyed with her drink and gave me an intense look before answering, "I'm twenty-six, and wondering if you're the type of person who would get me in trouble for boozing with a minor." She sat silently, watching me and waiting for my response.

"Don't be silly, Serena, I'm eighteen and not much younger than you," I laughed, "Besides, what do I look like, some kinda narc?" Then Serena laughed and shook her head. But I could sense that she would use a policy of caution with me and that it would be up to me to take the initiative. At the same time, I thought I'd at least try to get her to make the actual proposition, or at least a hint.

"Say Serena, are you any good at massage? At the courts, I pulled this muscle in the rear of my left thigh," I stood and raised my tennis skirt and ran my hand from the back of my knee up to my left cheek, "It hurts from here to here, would it put you out too much to rub it for me? I know it's a strange thing to ask a stranger, but it is kind of cramping up." I thought her eyes would pop out.

"N-no, I wouldn't mind, Kathy," she stammered, then tried to cover her shock by making a joke, "First time I meet her and she wants a rub-down, probably expects me to kiss it and make it well, too, like I was her mom or something!" An opening! I hoped. 

Before she could say anything, I stripped my underskirt off from under my short little skirt and stepped out of them. I was still wearing my panties (for those who don't play tennis, the underskirt is really a heavy pair of panties, like shorts, and usually I didn't wear anything under my underskirt, but I was following a plan in this case) and had no real reason to take off the underskirt, but Serena didn't say anything as I lied down on the couch, face down, not looking at her (I knew I'd shocked her again - I was playing my innocent Lolita role to the hilt) and crossed my ankles on her thighs. 

My tennis skirt was barely long enough to cover my crotch when I'm standing. Lying down, with the underskirt off, I was giving her one helluva squirrel shot! "Mmmmm, that feels super," I said as she started to massage the back of my left leg. "Hell," I sighed, "if I thought you'd do it, I would ask you to kiss my legs, not that my mom does by the way, and all my boyfriend ever wants to do is fuck me or make me suck his dick. I don't mind either one, but I think it'd be really neat if he kissed me all over. Do you make your lovers kiss you all over, Serena?"

"Uh, sure do," she half coughed. She evidently didn't trust herself to say anything else at the moment, so she just kept rubbing on my leg.

Although my tone had betrayed nothing but chatty 'girl's talk,' I knew Serena was going out of her mind. I could even feel her hands trembling slightly as she rubbed the back of my left leg. By the time she had worked up to my butt, I could hear her breathing more heavily, so I reached back to flip my skirt up and expose my panties and even spread my legs slightly. I offered no excuse for that, just did it. Just then, I noticed a bordered 'beer' mirror on the wall and saw that I could see us in it. Serena's eyes were glued to her work. She was obviously nervous, because she was chewing her lower lip, and her hands would still occasionally tremble a little. 

As her rubbing warmed the left side of my ass, I saw her head dip down low to silently sniff me. Her shoulders shuddered slightly, and I knew that her excitement was building to a fever pitch. I wanted badly to initiate something, but I felt instinctively that we would both get a much bigger thrill out of it if I kept quiet about my previous girl-girl experience and let her seduce me. The only reason that I'd admitted that I wasn't a virgin is that I didn't want to scare her off. I know she was really intimidated by the fact that I was a minor, and since I'd noticed a few roaches in her ashtray, she might even be genuinely worried that I was a narc. 

With obvious reluctance, she made a little sigh and raised her head to speak. Her voice was pretty husky, "So how is that? Is your leg feeling better?" Oh no! She must have decided to back off altogether. Damn! But then, I knew it was just a ruse or a hesitation about how to proceed, because she continued with a nervous giggle, "As for kissing your legs, I might be willing to do that if you'll go mix the next pitcher of margaritas."

I sat up quickly with an answering laugh and flounced off to the kitchen before she could notice I wasn't blushing, I called out, "That's a great offer, Serena, but I was just kidding. Besides, it was my turn to fix the drinks anyway." I still wanted to leave her an opening while I teased her, so I added, "But if I ever decide that I need my legs kissed, I'll show up on your porch with a pitcher of margaritas in my hand." I came back with the drinks and saw she was grinning and had taken off her spiked wig - at least now I knew it was a wig - her hair, now a light brown, was cut short to about an inch long. She looked like a gorgeously pretty, young boy with sleepy eyes - at least until you got down to her perfect sized bustline - just a bit larger than medium. She saw the shock in my face and laughed. "Hey, what can I say, I'm into weird wigs. I even ride a Harley motorcycle!"

I handed her drink to her and sat down beside her. We each took a sip and she smiled at me, "So what do you think of my real hairdo, Kathy?" "Umm, I'm not sure," I stammered, "I mean, it makes you seem like a pretty boy. I mean," I stammered again and managed to work up a blush, "That is, I think you look really sexy, except that you're a girl." I let my eyes drop to her nipples pushing against her tight shirt. She inhaled deeply, causing her shirt to stretch perilously. I pretended embarrassment as I looked away, gulped the rest of my drink and set the glass down on the coffee table.

"Oooo," I said to change the subject, "I think that's enough alcohol for me." 

"So," she said with a smile, "should I be insulted or complimented? Do you really think I'm sexy, or are you saying that I look like a boy?" She had set down her drink as well and leaned close to me, "You mean I should look more like a girl?" Her voice was husky but not at all slurred by the drinks.

I paused a moment as if a little shocked at her nearness. "Uh, sure you're sexy, Serena, anyone can see that. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." "Good," she grinned, "then we can kiss and make up." So quickly that I wouldn't have time to stop her, she kissed me on the mouth. Her lips and breath were sweet, and I felt my own lips parting before I remembered my role and gently pushed her back. I decided to still play dumb just a little bit longer, although I suspected that if I didn't soon acknowledge Serena's sexual intentions, she might realize that I was having her on.

"You give great make-up kiss, too, Serena, but we better not argue too often. Kissing you makes me feel kinda funny."

"Why?" she teased, still grinning. "Because I don't have a big hard dick to make you suck? At least I offered to kiss your legs first!"

I had to laugh, and this time, my blush was as genuine as the laugh. Before I could recover, she kissed me again, lightly resting her hand on my bare thigh. I decided to ignore the hand for the time being, but I didn't let the kiss go too far. I let my lips soften enough for her tongue to slip in and touch mine for one tantalizing instant before pushing her back again. "Is that such a bad kiss?" She pretended to pout, but kept her face close to mine and still didn't move her hand. 

"Yes," I pleaded nervously, "I mean, no, but... you know what I mean. We're both girls, it would be nasty."

"Why?" and now it was Serena pretending innocence, "I like you, Kathy. What's wrong with a kiss between girlfriends? We're already drinking buddies. And I happen to think you're a pretty good kisser. I'll tell you what," she said with a grin, "We'll do an experiment. Let's do one serious kiss, just like one that you and your boyfriend would do. Then you can tell me if I kiss better than he does. C'mon, it would be fun."

I giggled and said, "Okay, but just one. Shouldn't we have a bet or something? Like if I say that he kisses better, you have to massage my feet for ten minutes. They've had a hard day."

Serena got into the spirit of it even slicker than I expected, "Hmmm, maybe I had a hard day, too. What do I want if I win?" She appeared to puzzle over it a few seconds. "Gee, you've already made me rub your leg, and now you want me to rub your feet. I think that if I win, I'll choose something then."

"Hey, no fair," I began, but then she kissed me, and what a kiss it was! This time I let her tongue in, of course, and in the sweet gentleness of her touch I felt my arms go around her and her big tits press against me. We kissed for at least a minute before we broke. I would never have thought that such a butch girl could kiss like that. I was getting really hot, and so was she. I kept on holding her, resting my head on her shoulder.

"Okay, you win the bet," I whispered, "What do I have to do?"

"I want to kiss your pussy and make you come," she whispered back.

I made my body stiffen as I pushed her back. I looked as shocked as I could, "No, I just couldn't... I mean... Are you a lesbian or something, Serena?"

She smiled and I felt her hand inch a little way up my leg. "I still like a hard dick now and then, but sex feels just as good with a woman and sometimes better, and mostly I've decided that I just like women better." 

I gave her a sincere look, "Serena, I think you're very sexy, but it just doesn't seem right to me..." While I was talking she started kissing my neck, her hand was stroking my thigh without getting too close, but Lord! It felt good. I was having trouble keeping up my reluctant act. She licked my ear with little flicks, making a shudder of delight ripple down through my body. 

Then she whispered, "Okay, honey, I'll settle for sucking your sweet little titties, now that can't be so bad, can it?" I gave a nervous little giggle, I was getting so aroused that I could barely stand it - she was still licking and whispering things in my ear. "You're sooo pretty, Kathy, I just want to make you feel good, there's nothing wrong with that."

"You really think I'm pretty?"

"Of course, you are! Your hair is such a pretty, golden blond. Your eyes are such a serious brown, and I love your dimples when you smile," she touched my cheek with her fingers, "And you have perfect breasts for a girl your size," she seized the opportunity to heft one of my tits in the palm of her hand, "and you have such delicious leg muscles," she smoothed her hand over my thigh, letting her fingertips just barely brush my crotch as she raised her hand back to by left breast and cupped it with a gentle squeeze, "Just let me kiss your titties, Kathy, please?"

"I just don't know," I moaned, then sighed as I added, "Just my titties, Serena, do you promise?" 

"Oh yes, you sweet, sweet girl," she said throatily then kissed me. I kissed back this time and let her french me deeply, while she pulled my cotton blouse up, only breaking the kiss to pull it over my head. She didn't even wait to unsnap my bra before she began kissing and licking in my cleavage, her fingers busy behind my back. She pulled her head back to whip away my bra and cooed at my breasts. 

They are pretty titties, if I say so myself. My nipples were still a lovely pale golden tan, as were my areolas and my creamy bikini outline made my firm mounds very lovely and smooth looking. My nipples are the type that look like a peg, a short cylinder with flat tops, not quite as big around as a dime, but they stick out pretty far when I am turned on, and I think it makes them look really suckable. Serena seemed to think so, too. I ran my fingers through her short soft hair as she nuzzled and sucked at my perky little nipples. When she could tell that I was almost out of control, she put her hands on my breasts and gently shoved me over prone on the couch, her mouth locked on mine to still any protests. No sooner did my head come to rest against the padded arm of the couch, her left hand slid down my tummy and into my crotch. 

She only stroked my panties at first, very lightly as she started whispering to me, "Oh honey, you're sooo wet and I know you need to come so very bad. Please, Kathy, please, let me eat your sweet little pussy. Please darling, let me lick inside you - just close your eyes - you can pretend I'm a man," she kissed me frequently as she spoke in a soothing, crooning voice. I said okay so softly that I figured that she couldn't hear it as much as feel it. And she didn't waste any time whisking away my damp panties - afraid I might change my mind, I expect. 

She spread my thighs with her hands and began giving me sharp little licks up and down my slit. My thighs became so quickly wet with my pussy juice that her face seemed to roll around between them, her tongue stabbing deeper and deeper, whipping into my vagina, scooping up more juice and lapping it up over my emerging clit. I forgot everything else. My knees rose and spread with a will of their own as my fingers pulled her head tight against me. Still licking, she looked up at me and our gazes held as my orgasm began to gather quickly. 

I know I whooped out loud and squeezed her head furiously as I fucked my hips at her face. I came like a rainbow in the shape of a swimming dolphin. Serena reluctantly gave my snatch one last kiss, which made my hips hop a little, and rose shiny-eyed to kiss me on the lips. The smell of me was covering her mouth and made me yearn to get into her pants, but it wouldn't be in character, and I was enjoying this role that I was playing very much, thank you. After all, I get a little tired of always having to be the seducer - as much as I still dreamed of seducing Laura Wells - and with Serena, I sensed it would be fun to get her to coax me to do it to her. Of course, I realized that she might not even try, but knowing how horny she must be, I knew she was desperate to come. Her kiss was luscious and long, but I knew by her breathing that she was trying hard to control the degree of her excitement.

"Thank you so much, Kathy, I really enjoyed doing that, Hell! I loved doing that to you," she whispered along with a few more choice words about how delightful my body was. "So how was it for you, Kathy? I mean, it wasn't as painful as you expected was it?" 

"No," I giggled, "it didn't exactly hurt me, in fact, if my boyfriend could make me come like that, I'd ask him to marry me. Only..." and I let my voice trail off as I practiced looking modest or embarrassed. "Only what?" Serena urged gently as we both sat up. I pulled my skirt down modestly, and slipped my bra on. I didn't answer until I had turned my back to Serena to let her fasten me. "Only what?" she urged again, giving me a tender kiss on the shoulder. Even after my bra was snapped, I kept my back to her, "Well, I guess I just don't understand what you got out of doing that to me. You know..."

I heard the smile in her voice as she reassured me, "I love pussies, and I love pleasing sexy girls. It was a heavy turn on - but that isn't really what you mean is it?" I let my head hang a bit in answer, so she continued, "Well, I think it's sweet that you give any thought at all to my needs honey, but to tell you the truth, I could do that to you every day, and you wouldn't have to touch me, I'd still get off."

I glanced over my shoulder at her and flashed her a grin and said, "Bullshit!" then turned away again. She chuckled, "Okay, I admit I want you to touch me, and half-ass sex would probably get old after a year or two. So do you have any suggestions?" She gave me a playful nip on the neck. "Tell you what, Kathy, I could wait until you leave to relieve myself, but it would be kind of you to let me do it now and stay with me while I did it." 

I turned my body around to her and studied her earnest face. "Of course, I will. It's only fair," I lowered my gaze, "Do you want me to just sit here like this?" 

"That's just fine," she breathed as she kissed me on the cheek and hastily unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pushed her left hand down into her crotch. I could just see the top portion of her dark brown, curly pubic hair. She obviously wasn't wearing any panties. "Uh, Kathy, these jeans are pretty tight, would it offend you if I took them off? I'm afraid I'm not wearing any panties." 

"Go ahead," I said, and then added more quietly, "Do you want me to watch or look away?" She shimmied her jeans down and off revealing her really shapely, legs, and of course, the desirable and mysterious dark brown triangle. Her legs were pale, showing she wasn't a sun bunny. She had enormous, rippling calf muscles that visibly moved beneath her skin even when she moved her legs only slightly. "Would you like to watch me?" she smiled, "Do you find me at all attractive?" She had already leaned back and spread her thighs a little. She put her right arm around my shoulders as a couple of the fingers of her left hand disappeared into the curly forest. I could see her nipples pressed as hard as marbles against the thin fabric of her shirt.

"I feel kind of strange about it, but yes, I still think you're very sexy, Serena." I gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "I'm starting to feel bad about not being the kind of girl you want me to be. Maybe I'm just acting like a baby; I am sorry, Serena."

She answered with a lazy, sleepy-eyed smile, "Well if you feel so bad about it, you're welcome to take my shirt off and play with my tits a little while I jack off. I'd like it a lot, and that's not too serious is it?"

"Not after how good you made me feel," I answered earnestly as I tugged her shirt up over head. She really did have great tits! Without the shirt to press them they were kind of pointed with brown nipples. She had a few wiry, pubic-type hairs, no more than three or four, that sprouted in the small, light brown circle around each nipple. I'd always supposed that women didn't have any hair at all on their chests, my mom, Janet, Sue, and I certainly didn't. So it's hard to explain why those few hairs turned me on, but they did - a lot. I suddenly realized that I was going to need to come again. "Do you like 'em?" Serena could clearly see my fascination. In reply, I leaned across her and cupped her left tit in my hand and sucked the nipple on her right. Suddenly, I stopped and kissed Serena on the mouth, her neck, then her ear, where I whispered, "Maybe it would be alright if we sorta, oh, you know... beat each other off."

She kissed me and drew my hand to her pussy, moaning as my fingers slid into her sticky wetness. Then I felt her hand groping between my thighs. Still kissing each other the whole time, we jacked each other off, our lips still locked together when we came - I started just a little sooner than her, but she soon joined me. Her hips were still trembling a bit when I leaned over, spread her thighs with my hands and gave her a slurping good kiss in the snatch, a deep tongue thrust into her vagina and then I looked up at her with a wicked grin and licking my lips. "Hey..." she started to protest when she realized she'd been had, but, she was still smiling. I gave her all of my reasons, as well as my true background in sex ala-femme. She was a little tempted to be miffed, but accepted me because she finally admitted that it really had been a fun afternoon.




Kathy Likes Women Ch. 02



"Still, little Miss Game Player," she said thoughtfully, "It still seems like you really owe me something special for having used me for your fantasy, whether or not I enjoyed it. Don't you agree, Kathy? I mean, an apology doesn't seem adequate. I would appreciate a more definite gesture of, shall we say, appreciation." She gave me a very penetrating look as she waited for my reply. Obviously, much of her opinion of me was riding on that reply.

I suddenly realized that I was skating on some pretty thin ice. "Yes, I suppose you're right. I owe you. What have you in mind, O Serena the Merciful."

"Well, first of all," she began with a devilish twinkle in her eye, "I think I prefer the epithet: Serena the Just. Hmmmm?" I gave her a sickly grin to match my sinking feeling, and she continued, "I've had a pretty hard life. What I need is a little pampering. A love slave! Say, for the next five hours? You have to do any and everything I tell you to, no matter what, right? Oh don't look so worried. Who knows? If you're so terrific and spectacular in the performance of your duties that I am impressed beyond measure, well, just maybe I'll become your love slave the next time we get together."

"Gee whiz," I gulped, "Isn't 'any and everything' kind of a strict requirement?"

"I don't know," she said as she inspected her fingernails, "You came into my apartment under false pretences, seduced me into compromising myself legally and morally with a minor, and maybe broke my heart in the bargain. Do you really think I'm too strict?"

"No," I sighed, "What is your first command, O Serena the Just?"

She clapped her hands and laughed, "My first command, slave, is that you will address me as Goddess. And when I speak, you will listen and obey, but if you wish to say something, bow and lower your eyes when addressing your deity. Got that?"

I giggled and bowed, "I hear and obey, goddess."

"Excellent," she purred, "Now, slave, you will perform my toilet and bath." She had me strip completely, since she was already naked, she pointed out that it was improper for me to adorn myself with clothing when she was without. Then we went to the bathroom. When she said toilet, she meant it, too! First, she had me kneel before her as she sat on the toilet to pee. It did give me a great view, and I even enjoyed wiping her dry. Then there was a bubble bath where I scrubbed her all over. I also shaved her legs and armpits. I patted her dry, rubbed her with oil, she even had me paint her toenails and trim the hair on her bush. Finally, I gave her a gentle massage all over - just hands rubbing, no fresh stuff - she was Serena the Strict, all right! 

Throughout this entire trial, I was intimate with every area of this sleek, sinuous woman's pale, smooth body, from head to toe, and I wasn't even allowed to kiss any of it! And I wanted to very badly. Finally, after the massage, she led me to her bedroom. With a sigh, she stretched out in the middle of the bed her legs spread wide and her toes pointed outward. "Okay slave, let's see how good you can lick my ass." 

She was looking at me over her shoulder as I stood at the foot of the bed, watching my face carefully for my reaction as she commanded, "Fuck my butt with your slick little tongue, my sweet slave, and if your best efforts please me, maybe, just maybe, I'll let you eat my pussy. And if you do that better than I ever had it before, maybe I'll be your love slave, next time." I'm sure she was expecting me to balk in at least some little way, or perhaps even to look as pleased as I really felt. Being a canny kind of girl, I know it pays to do the unexpected. I immediately dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed and pressed my face to the bedspread. 

My voice was a little muffled as I spoke, "You do me a great honor goddess, but I feel unworthy of partaking too quickly of such a feast. I beg the goddess to allow me to lick the backs of her legs first to prepare myself for the glory of your secret places."

She laughed delightedly, "Very well, lowly one, begin thy labors." And I did. I licked first one calf then the other, interspersing my tongue massage with hard sucking kisses. I didn't suck hard enough to leave a bruise, but I would leave a pink mark before moving on upwards. By the time that my hands were gently spreading the soft cheeks of her bottom, her hips were squirming beneath me with impatient lust. Like the rest of Serena, even her asshole was hairy, not extremely, but it seemed like her pubic hair just kept spreading until the outer fringes sparsely encompassed her asshole as well and a few hairs even higher in the crack. 

Naturally, I was as attracted as I had been to her breasts. I licked all around her little brown pucker before I actually kissed her right in the center. Slowly, I pushed my tongue in slightly and withdrew, lapping the outside and dipping in again a little deeper each time. Her tight little hole loosened and constricted in rhythm with my plunges until I was as deep as I could go. Her ass rocked and quaked as she pumped herself back at my face. 

"Finger me!" she gasped. I heard and obeyed. I rose and straddled her hips like I was a guy about to fuck her from the rear and eased my right thumb into her ass. My forefinger knuckled into her wet and wide vaginal opening as I leaned my thumb into her ass and lied down over on her back. I bit her on the back of the neck. "Eat me," she gasped, "Do it now!"

I scrambled back down between her legs and she flipped her leg over me as she rolled over on her back, baring her spread pussy to my eager mouth. I parted her dark brown pubic hair with my nose and scooped my tongue into her vagina and lapped her pussy juice up over her clit to give it lubrication. Then I went to work jiggling her clit through its little hood with my tongue tip while the fingers of both my hands opened her holes and entered her. 

I pumped her ass and pussy with alternating strokes and kept my furious rhythm against her clit. She wrapped her legs around me as her hips started to buck and she whooped as she came. I waited a few minutes while she calmed down, and then started over on her. This happened three times before she begged me to stop. She swore that she would be my love slave the next time we met. 

Then she took me to the bathroom, had me lay down in the tub while she squatted over me and pissed on my breasts and my pussy. The piss was very warm, and pleasant feeling, if a little stinky, but I got such a fantastic view of a pussy pissing! And I loved her leg muscles and the way they bunched as she squatted - I would never have believed this could be such a sexy experience, but that view of my naked goddess squatting over me and the silver stream shooting out of that little place beneath her clit, made it worth every bit of being a little nasty. 

Then she had me stand up, and she knelt down and kissed and licked my pee-soaked pussy until I came. Maybe it was the nastiness, or the sheer effrontery, or no-telling what, but that orgasm was so intense and long lasting that I remember it well to this day.

We had some fantastic times exchanging love slave services, in fact, we still do see each other occasionally, although we don't get together as often as we used to during those first three months after we met. One of the things she did for me was teach me how to deepthroat. She brought over this guy friend of hers, and had me practice on an off nearly all day. My throat was sore, and I was so sick from gagging, I threw up twice. I was not very grateful for her efforts to teach me a new skill at the time, but I have certainly put that skill to good use many times since then, and now I love her for her willingness to teach me things. Another thing she made me study was the use of ben-wa balls to develop and exercise the muscular control of my vagina. Now that's stuff that I still use nearly every day. Of course I have my own ben-wa balls now to practice.

For example, I once bet a guy that I could fuck him and make him come inside me in five minutes without moving my hips. It was at a party, and I don't think anyone there believed me. I sat on his cock with everyone watching, and by rapidly constricting and releasing my vagina muscles, he came just inside 3 minutes. He paid up, which was nice, but I also made nearly a thousand on side bets. Later in the party a girl asked me if I was a prostitute, so I decided that was the last time I would pull that particular party trick. I think I am very smart, but I never seem to be as smart as I think I am.

And of course, now, years later, it may be six months to a year before I get to see Serena, but I still do. Sometimes in those early days, things got pretty strange, like the time we peed all over each other and licked each other's pussy clean, sixty-nining in the bathtub. And then there was the time we fucked each other with strap-on dildos. The pissing, licking piss and even the time we peed in each other's mouths was interesting and pretty fun, but I did find the strap-ons pretty artificial, and certainly not a good substitute for my sailor's silky, warm living penis. When I was with Serena, the need for a dick didn't usually occur to me. Vibrators can be nice though sometime, and she used one on me several times. I loved it when Serena put a funnel up my asshole and pissed up my ass, a pee-pee enema, she called it.

One of the weirdest times I ever had as the slave was when Serena got this cop to fuck me in the butt in a men's room of the county courthouse while I ate her pussy in front of him. I got even for that by taking her to a party after our homecoming game. She was my gift to the A string of our football team, although there were only five of them present at the party. I also made her eat my pussy while all of them took turns screwing her. One lusty fellow wanted seconds, but I worried that Serena might be getting sore, so I sat on his lap and screwed him while she fucked my bottom with her tongue. It was fun, and we both loved it. Finally we quit taking turns and started making bets on things - any idiotic thing would do, then the loser would be the slave. One particular time that I was serving as a sex slave was interesting enough to me, that I will tell it more detail.

Serena had contacts because she got us tickets to this large private party. The type of party wasn't that uncommon but finding out about them and getting in the door could be tricky if you didn't have the right connections, but apparently Serena did. The party was held in this really large hotel penthouse. There was a bar with a bartender (drinks cost extra, but women seldom have to buy for themselves), and there must have been about 60 guests. The tickets were a couple of hundred dollars apiece.

The guests were well dressed, even a few tuxedos, unless they were actually naked and performing sex acts, and quite a few of them were. Some were in costumes, like Serena and me. She was dressed like a dominatrix, wearing what can most easily be described as a black leather bikini with a snap on door over her groin area. She also wore fishnet hose on both her legs and her arms. I was dressed in similar fashion, but my black leather bikini bottom was skimpier, and for a top, I had a black leather corset and bare breasts. I wore black hose and garters on my legs, similar to Serena's but nothing on my arms. Further I was wearing a studded collar and a leash, with Serena holding the other end. 

About half the guests were just sitting around and drinking and watching the partygoers that were having active sex. We would walk from group to group of observer types, and Serena would explain that I had lost a bet, and she was providing me as free service to anyone who wanted oral sex, male or female.

After I had done three different blowjobs in two different little groups, I told Serena my jaw was getting a little sore from the effort - the last guy had a big dick and had taken a long time to come. I was also afraid I might start feeling queasy about all the salt in my stomach; the last guy must have dumped a cup down my throat. So we stopped while I drank a beer, and she promised I would only have to do one more person. As luck would have it, this older guy (maybe 50ish) wanted me to go down on his wife. She was maybe 35, still quite a bit older than me, fairly attractive, although just a tad on the plump side, but I was more than happy to comply. 

She didn't look at all comfortable with the idea though. I knelt before her, and massaged her nicely shaped calves and kissed her knees. She was wearing sheer hose, and I was enjoying myself kissing her legs, and I certainly enjoyed my view of her panties up her skirt. But she didn't want to spread her knees. Her husband told her to go for it and Serena urged her too. Me, I wasn't allowed to talk in my role, but I continued kissing her shins and knees. Her husband got louder and more obnoxious in his urging, and of course Serena dropped it, but he started being pretty nasty, and I sat back, giving the woman room to get up and stalk off to the restroom. Serena and I felt bad for her, and we left the group. I told Serena that I was going to the restroom to talk to the woman, and Serena agreed.

I found the woman in a stall and crying with the door locked. I asked if I could come in and talk to her, and she asked me to go away, so I said, "Look, I am so sorry if we did anything to upset you, maam. It's true that I lost a bet and had to play that stupid game, but all I wanted to do to you was make you feel good. Please don't think ill of me, and I hope you feel better." I started to turn and walk away.

She opened the door to the stall and stepped closer to me, daubing at her eyes and nose with toilet paper. "Don't worry about it, dear. I'm not upset with you anyway, it's just that my husband is a beast when he drinks, and I didn't want to come to such a place anyway. Sex in public..." she just shook her head.

She really was pretty, although she was one of those women who can cry a couple of minutes, and then they get so puffy that they look beat up, so she wasn't as pretty now. Her eyes drifted down to my bare breasts and she didn't look away, even when her looking at me made my nipples swell a little and stiffen up. She said, "Aren't you getting cold, walking around like that?"

"No ma'am," I grinned, "It's warm enough, but I have to admit they stiffen up when a pretty lady looks at 'em long enough. Sorry, I think you kind of turn me on."

"Well, they are lovely," she began, then she blushed a little and looked up at my eyes, "Seriously, you think I'm pretty?"

"Yes," I said, "I think you're sexy, too. I was honestly looking forward to doing what I was going to do. Although, I admit I would have preferred more privacy when I did it."

Her blush deepened and she gave me a hesitant smile, "And I will admit that when you were kissing and touching my legs, I was almost just a little tempted to spread them. Well to be honest, the thought only occurred to me for a second," she giggled nervously, "but I have never considered... at least not until now."

I quickly stepped close and kissed her briefly and softly on the lips, then whispered, "I would love to make love to you properly."

She was very red now. She obviously didn't know what to say, and she was obviously a little excited. I kissed her again, slowly this time, touching her only with my lips. She let our tongues touch ever so briefly, and then she broke it by stepping back a bit. She seemed startled, gave me a look I couldn't interpret, and then she leaned forward and gave me a brief peck on the lips, then started fumbling in her purse. She scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me; it was a phone number with the name Beth beside it. She said, "Maybe we can have lunch tomorrow. Call me."

"My name is Kathy," I smiled, "and I'll call you tomorrow, Beth."

"Just to talk," she said, looking down and realizing she was looking at my breasts again. She lifted her head back up and said, "lunch tomorrow, and wear clothes, please." And she breezed past me a little smile on her face.

I called her and she had me meet her in a restaurant - really playing it safe. I looked her over as she walked up to my table. As she walked up, I studied her, wondering why I thought of her as sexy. Her face was pretty, maybe even beautiful. It was heart shaped with such a delicate chin, less diplomatic folk would call it a weak chin. She had a small cupid's-bow mouth, and her nose, while not large was a tiny bit large for her face. Her eyes were large and dark, such a dark shade of brown that they looked black in most lighting. Nothing conventionally beautiful about her face, just somehow the over-all effect was beautiful. When she stared at me, she tilted her head forward a bit like she was looking up at me. I felt like she was undressing me with her mind, or thinking about sex all the time - I'm not sure how to put it - I guess that's what they mean by bedroom eyes.

Her hair was dark brown, almost black. Like I said earlier, she seemed a tad overweight, 15-20 pounds at the most and distributed evenly. Her breasts were somewhere between small and medium. Her waist not as narrow as it probably could be, but she had delicate hands and a nice round butt. She was wearing a brown business suit, definitely not intended to be a sexy garment, and hose of the sheer sort - hard to tell it was there. It was impossible to say what, but in some kind of way; the woman just oozed sex and sexual attraction. I was a little baffled by my reaction to her.

After a perfunctory greeting, the waiter came and we ordered something. And now that we could talk, she didn't say a word. So I said, "I'm glad you showed up, to be honest, I wasn't sure if you would have the nerve."

She laughed, harder than I expected, "Maybe you're psychic; I almost turned around and ran away about fifty times." It was a pretty laugh, and showed she had nice teeth.

"I still want to have sex with you, Beth," I said, laying my cards on the table. She glanced down, managing a brief look at my breasts on her way to the tablecloth. There was not as much to see this time, I was wearing a figure hugging print dress, but the neckline wasn't low, and the hem reached my knees.

"How old are you, Kathy?" she asked quietly, "Because you look about 16."

"Does it turn you on to have a sixteen year old girl hot for your body?" I countered. 

She shrugged as if it was no big thing, but said simply, "Yes."

Silence for a while, but this time she broke it, "I think that I have lost my mind. I rented a room in a motel this morning. But don't take that the wrong way, I could still bolt out of here any second," she giggled nervously.

I gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile, "Please don't do that. I could afford to pay for both our lunches, but I couldn't possibly eat it all."

"No, no," she giggled, finally looking up at me instead of staring at the tablecloth, "I'm buying lunch no matter what happens."

The food came and we both took a few bites, and then I said, "You want to make love with me, but what puzzles me is; why are you so hesitant?"

She smiled a little whimsically, "You mean besides that I am married, that you wear scary S&M outfits, that I never had sex with a woman before, that you are a minor, that if I liked it, it might mean I'm gay, and that if I didn't like it, I might feel disgusted and embarrass myself someway? I guess that covers the top of the list, but of course, there are many more."

"Then you must be really brave," I grinned, "And sexy! I like brave and sexy in a woman! I wouldn't worry too much about the S&M though; that was just a costume that belonged to my kinky friend. I don't mind it though. In fact, I don't think I have many inhibitions left."

She gave me a friendly smile, "I wish I could say that. I'm afraid I am pretty inhibited."




Kathy Likes Women Ch. 02



"You have such a lovely mouth, Beth. I would love to feel it sucking my breasts." I basically said this because she had looked at my breasts so many times. Predictably she blushed and had to swallow her mouthful of food carefully.

She lifted her eyes to my breasts, and said almost too softly for me to hear, "They're very pretty."

I reached across the table and took her hand, and she released her fork like it was hot. Her eyes rose from my breasts to stare into mine, and I said, "Let's go to that motel now. I think you want me to lick your pussy, Beth, but not half as much as you want to lick mine."

She stayed silent and just stared into my eyes for so long, that I was afraid she was about to make a run for it. Finally, she spoke, and again so softly that I had to listen carefully. I watched her little mouth as she said, "How do you get into my mind like that?"

"Instinct," I shrugged, "Can't be experience because I don't have that much." More eye staring, which was really quite erotic when it was her eyes, and then I said, "Seriously, I can't think about food any more. Let's go. Beth, I'll let you do anything to me that you want, and I will satisfy any fantasy you can think of. And I won't do anything to hurt you. I just want you so floppy-loose, and giggly-satisfied that I can tell I that have made you happy."

"I'll get the check," she whispered.

Outside the restaurant, Beth turned to me and asked whether I wanted to leave my car and ride with her. I told her that I had taken the bus into town, and had walked to the restaurant. I didn't think much of the fact that I had walked over a mile from the bus stop, but Beth did. Her car was a brand new shiny black Lexus with less than a thousand miles on it. I got in and told her I was impressed.

She shrugged, "The bastard bought for me last week, trying to talk me out of leaving him. Then the idiot took me to that party last night. Said it was a surprise." She turned and grinned at me as she started the car. "Our lawyers met this morning. We are going to settle out of court, and in 10 days, I'll have twenty million dollars and some change, and some nice properties."

My mind boggled at the numbers. "I thought it took longer than that to get a divorce?"

"One of the conditions of the settlement," she giggled, "His lawyers, my lawyers, and of course, him and me - we're all flying to Mexico next week. It's all arranged. You wouldn't believe the stuff I've got on him. He's not only been unfaithful, but he's something of a crook as well, and I can prove it. He's getting off cheap, really, even after the divorce, he'll still be worth over 200 million."

My heart sunk, "Beth, we can't go... Just let me out of the car."

"Why? What's wrong?" she asked glancing at me in wonder.

"We can't do anything that might jeopardize your settlement," I explained, "There could be a private detective following us now. And your car, nice lady, probably has a bug in it." I mean hey, I'm pretty bright some of the time, and I had certainly watched my share of TV cops and lawyer shows.

She stopped at a traffic light and looked at me wonderingly, "I never thought of that. Do you think, really? And jeopardize the settlement, really?"

I sighed, "I'd practically bet on it, Beth, with that kind of money involved. They probably already have pictures of us having lunch. You're going to have to be very careful for the next few days."

She frowned, "I've never done anything wrong, not ever."

"Stop the car, please, I have to get out, Beth. Just drop me off in front of that store over there. I'll go in and buy something, then catch the bus home."

"But I don't know your phone number, your last name or anything," she practically wailed, looking at me fearfully. But she pulled over in front of the store. "I won't be at the number that you called me at by the end of the day; that's my husband's house, and I'm moving out!"

I got out and leaned in the door. "That's probably all for the best, for now. I'll meet you at one o'clock in front of the main branch of the public library, two weeks from today." I thought a second, and just in case there was a microphone in the car, I added, "We'll have lunch then and talk."

"On Saturday?" she confirmed, "But..."

I just closed the door and walked away. Honestly, how could anyone be that naive? But I had genuinely liked her, and was concerned about her. Geez, there were probably even photos of our scene at the party last night. No wonder he had taken her to 'that' kind of party! I discussed it all later with Serena and she agreed that I was probably right. I could only hope the woman used better sense in the next few days.

I was all the way in the store before I realized that I had left my purse in her car. It wasn't much of a purse, more of a wallet than anything, but it had my driver's license and my money. I could easily do without the license for two weeks since my parents rarely let me drive one of their cars, but the money was another matter! Not that it was a lot, but how was I to take the bus home! I didn't even have change to call my parents or Serena or Janet? I ended up asking strangers for quarters until I got one, and then called Serena. She took me home on her bike. That night I got a lecture from the parents about the dangers of riding on motorcycles.

And I was sure enough at the library at one o'clock on the appointed day. This time Beth pulled up in another brand new car with the sticker still on the window, only this was a red Lexus. I got in the car and made a crack about a car for each day of the week - which actually made no sense, since she was driving a black Lexus on Saturday two weeks ago.

She handed me my wallet, "Hope it wasn't too inconvenient being without this. I didn't find it in my car until after I got back from Mexico. It had slid under the seat."

I laughed, "I had a little trouble, but I got by. By the way, after I got out I realized that party might have been a set up, too!"

She grinned, "Oh, it was, and his lawyers tried to wave those pictures of you kneeling in front of me as evidence that the settlement needed to be renegotiated, but I had warned my lawyers in advance and they called their bluff. I asked them if they really wanted to explain in court how, not only I hadn't had any sex at the party, but also why my husband had dragged me to such a place, anyway. I knew that the detectives would admit it had been a setup when they were under oath. So, I got the money." She winked at me, "And you were right about the bug and the detectives. By all that is right, I suppose I owe you half my settlement, because I wouldn't have gotten it without you. But I am not that generous. I'm just giving you this car."

It took a second for that to sink in. "That is so sweet, Beth, but I'm sorry, I just couldn't accept. I gave you that advice out of concern for you."

"I know that, dear. And you sacrificed an afternoon you said you wanted, and your wallet. You could have called my husband's phone number for the wallet but you didn't."

"Of course I couldn't! I didn't want to incriminate you any further than necessary." I sputtered.

"It's a done deal. It was purchased and insured in your name. Your insurance, the taxes, maintenance contracts, and even the gasoline are all arranged for you as long as you own the car. It's your car, and it won't ever cost you a cent to drive it. There's an envelope in the back seat that has all the papers and your gas card. You just have to sign the receipt."

I set my jaw stubbornly, "I won't take a car for sex. I'm no prostitute. Besides, my parents would never allow this."

She laughed, "My attorney talked to your parents already. He told them that his client had met you in a restaurant and that you and I had a conversation where you gave his client priceless legal advice about divorce settlements. Hope the nitwit looked chagrined when he said it; it was his job to warn me of stuff like that. The car is payment for services rendered. Your parents thought it extravagant, but the lawyer talked them into it in the end. Otherwise I would have fired him and sent another one. As for sex, we haven't had any, and I have changed my mind about that anyway."

I was sorely disappointed about that and she could see that I was. "Then where are we going?"

"Back to my new mansion for lunch. I got the bastard's house in the settlement. I just had to move out until the final signing in Mexico, and then the bastard had to move out, and I moved back in. The cook does wonders with duck - not greasy at all. You'll love it."

I sighed, "Ok, I guess I'll take the car. Thanks very much; I'm sure I'll love it after the disappointment wears off." I tried to look on the bright side. I knew I was being silly, but I had two weeks to look forward to sex with Beth, and I had really anticipated. I was even wearing a new dress. But, Lord! What a car! Now I only had to work for spending money when I go to school, so I would be off to college in the fall for sure! I had also been thinking about all those college girls and boys. I glanced at her, and saw her glancing at me, but she turned away, quickly hiding a little smile. Hmm, maybe sex wasn't out of the question. After all, I had seduced her before hadn't I?

We were served lunch outside on a patio in her beautiful garden. It was certainly a mansion, complete with servants, butler and the works. She noticed me looking around in awe and causally remarked, "Yeah, it's pretty fancy, but I'm unloading this dinosaur in a few months. Takes more to run this place than a small country, and I get tired just walking from my bedroom to my breakfast in the dining room." I was sure that was an exaggeration, but maybe not much of one.

I cut into the duck. It really was good. "So, I guess you changed your mind about sex because when you saw my driver's license, you saw I was eighteen, not sixteen?"

I loved the little laugh crinkles at the corners of her eyes, and I loved the way her slightly puffy lower eyelids gave her that sleepy look, I swear her eyes actually sparkled as she answered, "Don't be silly, the point was that it was flattering to be pursued so vigorously by such a beautiful young girl, and that still stands; believe me! It took ten years off me when you looked disappointed about it in the car."

"Glad I could help," I grinned, "That's me, the fountain of youth. But I still want you. What nefarious reason have you cooked up to stop me this time?"

"Stop you?" she said calmly, "I don't need to stop you; I just said no."

"That's not enough," I said, still smiling, "I can take you any time I want with a few kisses and whispers. I can still feel the vibe in you."

She giggled and gave me a look that I can only describe as loving, "Kathy, I adore you, and we are friends now, and you know it. And you also know that friends, don't force friends to do things they don't want to."

"This one does," I responded airily, "so that's a downright pitiful defense. My friends often don't know what is best for them, but I do. Sometimes takes a little persuasion, but I look out after my friends."

"I can get all the friends and lovers I want now that I am rich and free," she said as she arched an eyebrow at me, but her lips kept trying to quirk into a smile. I think she loved that I kept trying to seduce her with words.

"But they wouldn't be me," I shrugged, "And even though I have only had a little experience, I had great teachers. I'm probably the world's greatest lover already - and I'm not for sale." I decided it was time to get more serious, "You may regret it the rest of your life if we don't make love this afternoon, Beth, it may be the only chance we have. Tomorrow I may get run over by a truck, or you might join the Marines."

She put down her fork and reached across the table for my hand. She squeezed it, and I squeezed back. "Kathy, please keep trying. I may never give in, but you wouldn't believe what you are doing for my confidence."

"Let's go find that bedroom of yours," I said softly, pulling out the big gun, "Beth, I really need you to lick my pussy, and I mean right now."

It worked, but she was right about that walk to the bedroom. She repeatedly tried to change her mind, too; it took me five kisses to get her up the stairs. Her bedroom was huge and the king sized bed looked very inviting. Once we got the door shut, I gave her a serious kiss. My tongue touched hers and this time, she kissed back eagerly, almost hungrily. She was a really good kisser compared to Janet and even Serena, and I found myself losing myself in the kiss. We hugged while we kissed, and we pulled down each other's zippers in the backs of our dresses. But she unfastened my bra before I thought to unfasten hers. But still we kissed, now running fingers through each other's hair.

I knew Beth wanted me to make love to her, but I also knew that she wanted so badly to go down on me. So as anxious as I was to go down on her, I knew she would be most thrilled to see me as I saw her at that sex party. I knew it would be more erotic for her to go down on me first. I had nothing on under my dress but panties and a bra, so I broke away from the kiss and holding up my unzipped dress with a hand on my upper chest, I walked over to her lovely antique vanity, and sat down on the chair, facing her. I sat with my knees together and my toes pointed toward my left and just waited for her. Her look of curiosity quickly changed to wonder, as she comprehended what she was to do.

The brunette let her dress fall about her feet, and her bra fell away with it exposing her breasts. She stepped out of the dress clad only in panties, garter belt, hose and high heels. She stepped over in front of me and knelt at my feet, just as I had done in front of her at the party. Her breasts were small but lovely and the areolas were medium brown and scarcely larger than her nipples, which were the same brown color. But her nipples had to be as big around as a nickel and growing longer as I watched them. They were flat on top and textured with visible slits in them.

Her hips were broad and her navel deep. She didn't look at all plump now without her clothes, just lush and ripe, her thighs and calves unusually large, soft and creamy looking. When her cute little cupid's-bow mouth began kissing my knees and while her delicate little hands stroked my shins and calves, I got so wet in my panties that for a moment I was afraid I might be peeing on her chair. She removed my heels and began massaging my feet while kissing them with that tender little mouth, even slipping her tongue in quick, wet licks between my toes. I was beginning to think I could orgasm from my feet.

Eventually, with me squirming in the chair, Beth used her fingertips to apply slight pressure on the insides of my knees and my legs opened to her. I watched her dark haired head sweetly kissing the insides of my thighs while her eyes examined my panties. I was so hot; I couldn't stand it. I reached under my dress, hooked my thumbs in my panties and pulled them down to mid-thigh. She gracefully tugged them down over my feet, held them to her nose and inhaled deeply, her eyes shut as if in ecstasy. 

I scooted my ass so that it was overhanging the edge of the chair and spread my legs as wide as they could comfortably go. She dropped the panties, put her little hands on my thighs and gazed adoringly at my dark brown delta, the hair of which was currently pressed flat from my panties. My pubic hair is thick, but downy, not at all course or crinkly the way pubes normally tended to be, and she was enormously entertained by it. She fluffed my hair with my fingers, ran her nose through it, gave my bush many little kisses, and even rubbed her cheeks in the fur.

By now, I was so lubricated that I could feel liquid leaking out of my pussy and running down over my asshole. She finally spread my nether lips with her delicate fingertips and began kissing up and down my slit. Soon her tongue was darting out of that sweet little mouth like a lance of fire inside my pussy, and at last that fire-tipped tongue found my clit. By this time, I couldn't take anymore teasing, and I tangled my fingers in her hair and used my hips to rub my pussy up and down on her mouth. 

I tried not to hurt her, but I know I got a little rough as I felt something like sparks in my toes, and this monstrous swell coming up inside my legs to wash through my whole body. I'd be surprised if my hair didn't stand on end. I shook, groaned, shivered, and fucked almost violently against her face. The orgasm just kept sweeping up and down me inside, and I could even feel my asshole loosening and tightening as if clutching for air. I felt like a lava lamp with an orgasm constantly moving all around in me. I was grateful later that I didn't shit on her floor, because if I'd have had any pee or poop in me at the time, I know I would have. My body just let go that totally.

She wasn't a skilled pussy eater, but she had given me an historical orgasm, and I have no real idea of how long it lasted, but as I came down from its heights, I noticed my toes were a little sore from clawing at the carpet. I was slumped back in the chair as weak as a kitten, and glancing down I saw her wide eyes looking over my body in awestruck wonder. My dress had long since fallen along with my bra; so I was naked accept for the cloth gathered around my waist.

She blinked at me, "Did I do that?"

I managed to heave up half a giggle, "Unless someone else ran in here and did it, then ran away real quick." I touched her cheek with my palm, "I think I have to rest a minute." I felt almost hung over from the violence of the orgasm. She stood up in front of me, and I could see her nipples were now almost an inch long and even thicker. Her panties had a huge wet spot, and I could see several drops of clear liquid running down her inner thighs. "You too?" I asked, startled.

She nodded, "Afraid so. It was just so intense." She said softly.

How like a lovely goddess she looked, standing in front of me like that. I managed to stand, although my knees were really wobbly, and kissed that pretty little valentine mouth. I felt my dress and bra fall off and puddle around my feet. Most of her face was damp and smelled like my happy pussy, and her lips were still slick with it. After one sweet kiss, she put that little mouth on my nipples and tenderly sucked them while I just waited to get my strength back.

That amazing little cupid's-bow mouth may have been super for many purposes, but it was just made for nipple sucking. I felt like I was going to give milk any second.

Finally we just stood there hugging, our heads resting on each other's shoulders and our faces buried in sweet-smelling hair. She was a little taller than me now because she was still wearing her heels. I could hear the giggle under her words when she murmured, "I didn't know for sure what to do, but I think I did ok."

"It's a beautiful car," I murmured back, "But that was even better." Then she did giggle out loud but agreed.

"I'm scared for you to do me," she whispered, "I might actually explode and disappear."

I pulled back from her and smiled into those bottomless dark eyes, "I'll do my best," and I dropped to pull her panties down. She stepped out of her shoes and panties at the same time. Her pubic hair was a black, curly triangle and I could smell her very well from a foot away. God! I loved that smell! I rose and took her by the hand.

As we were walking to the bed, she asked, "How do you want me?"

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to me. Her nipples were still nearly and inch long when I began to suck them, and I did it for quite a while, going back and forth from nipple to nipple. By the time I was finished, she had blooms on her cheeks, her nipples were now a little over an inch long, and her thick, round thighs were very wet on the inside. "How do you want me?" she asked again, her hips swaying slightly in her eagerness, as if she could hear some erotic tune with a good beat.




Kathy Likes Women Ch. 02



"I want you from the rear." I said as she crawled past me onto the bed. She piled some pillows under her breasts and knelt over them with her big round bottom invitingly raised in the air. I began by kissing and licking the backs of her calves and thighs. Then I started rubbing and massaging her round soft butt cheeks with my hands. Her bottom was unblemished and as smooth and white and soft as a baby's. I kissed those plump cheeks, licked them, rubbed them and even spanked them until they were pink while she crooned loving noises and little high pitched squeaks into her pillows. 

Then I licked down from the top of the crack between her cheeks, pausing to french kiss at least once an inch, until I got down to her golden-brown pucker. I rimmed her asshole with my tongue and slid on down to her perineum, that greatly underappreciated erotic zone between the asshole and the base of the pussy. I paused there and gradually turned a tender kiss into repeated tonguing and sucking, stopping just short of a hickey. Then I took the time to get a nice, close look at Beth's pussy.

Her inner lips were more of an outie, extending outside the labia - the big fleshy lips. Her hood and her clit were large and long. I stroked the hood with my tongue and was pleased that her hips answered with a shiver. Delicately I ran my tongue over each surface and in between each fold, enjoying the different textures of her flesh, and I tongued as deep as I could into her vagina and rolled my tongue around in that jagged hole that felt as smooth as oiled glass. Then I licked up with my lubricated tongue, back across the perineum and began making little circles around her asshole.

I eased my forefinger from my right hand into her vagina and worked it around, generating a little more fluid and extracting a groan from Beth. When she was wet enough to drip, I laved the whole inside of her pussy with her juice to slick everything up. By now, Beth's bottom was quivering and occasionally spasming. I dipped two fingers from my left hand in her vagina to lubricate my fingers, then used my left hand to massage Beth's hood. At the same time, I pushed in two fingers from my right hand and began to fuck her vagina. And that is when I started poking my tongue with shallow little darts into her asshole.

I kept this up until Beth was squirming and wriggling so frantically that she was having a hard time staying on her perch of pillows. I loved to watch the wobble of the flesh on her bottom as she shook. I could tell when she was coming; her throes got more extreme, her groans became yells, even screams, and she was now oozing enough vaginal fluid that it was running down my wrist. Now was the time that I began to thrust my tongue as hard and deep as I could into her asshole.

I rode her open bottom with my face while it ducked, shoved, pushed, shook and quivered. I kept up my tongue thrusts as powerful as I could make them until her asshole caught the rhythm and the sphincter loosened as I thrust in and tightened as I pulled out. Beth was screaming and heaving radically now, her legs flailing the bed. After what seemed like forever, her throes of passion began to slow and sink, and I was so grateful that it was nearly over. I was beginning to think that my tongue was going to be torn out by the roots by her greedy asshole.

As I softly kissed the flesh of her bottom, my cupped hand massaged her pubic hair, and Beth's final whimpers finally faded into mellow moans of bliss. She finally rolled over off her pillows and I could see her face was streaked with tears and drool, and her nose was running as well. I snatched some Kleenex from the bedside table and cleaned up her face while she panted with her eyes closed.

"Everything just came out of every hole I had," she apologized between pants. "I think I peed a little, too."

I smiled, "Yes, you did, but only a little. It must be great having maids at a time like this. At least your ears didn't bleed." Her belly clenched a little with her giggle. We had to bathe, eat some more food and let the maid change the sheets before we could make love again, but we did, over and over all that day. 

For the next few months, we got together nearly every weekend day, and two or three weeknights during the week. If it hadn't been for my job, and if my parents could have withstood the shock, I might have moved in with her.

I loved sex with Beth. Something about our chemistry made for really powerful orgasms, and I still see Beth as often as I can. Although it is fairly irregular now as she has become quite the globetrotter. She is living at the moment in a villa in Italy. Apparently she hired the right people to invest her money, and she is richer than ever.

And that, dear readers, is how I got my lovely car that I would not have otherwise been able to afford. I love Beth and Serena, although I am a little nervous around Janet, but I still see her too now and then, if my mother is around, too. But nothing had altered my obsession to make love with Laura Wells. As time went on and Laura's figure blossomed, I wanted her more and more. I finally had sex with her when we were both nineteen and in college.

(Author's note: Thanks for all the feedback and votes on chapter one, and I hope you liked chapter 2 as well. Remember, criticisms, suggestions, personal experiences, and of course praise, are all welcome! Meanwhile, I will work on chapter 3. Please remember to vote.) 



Kathy Likes Women Ch. 03



Laura Wells and I had both left home to go to the state university in Austin, Texas. I may still be a hayseed from Arkansas, but at least I'm no longer a hayseed IN Arkansas! I wangled and finagled like crazy and managed to fix it so we were roommates in the same dorm. Our room was small, with two single beds and a tiny bathroom. I loved it! The accommodations were so cramped, that for convenience sake, we soon forestalled our inhibitions about nudity, and I got to see a lot of Laura! In coloring, we were almost identical. 

She had a light tan with cream-colored bikini marks and golden brown nipples. Her bush was thick but soft looking, a dark brown color that was almost black near the center. Her oval face, her small but gracefully rounded chin, and cupid's-bow lips, gave her a classic beauty, enhanced by her blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. I'd get wet just looking at her heavily curved and well-muscled legs. I thought she had sexier legs, and she said she thought mine were sexier. She had the kind of shape people meant when they said voluptuous, before voluptuous meant fat. She's a little thinner at the waist than me. People often mistook us for sisters, and while I don't know how Laura felt about that, I felt really flattered. 

I often lay awake, masturbating and thinking of her golden body just a few feet away. I never suspected that she was listening and knew what I was doing, until one night after a double date. We had been out with two law school students and had dinner and drinks with them. A few too many drinks, actually. Anyway, when they dropped us off, we made out with our dates about twenty minutes in the car. The guys got us horny as firecrackers and said they had to go. Thanks fellas! 

Laura was grumbling about it as we undressed. I laughed and told her that I was practically on fire, and added that the way the date turned out just didn't seem fair. Pretty tipsy, she staggered a bit as she bent over to step out of her skirt. I put my hands lightly on her hips and pumped my crotch against her bottom. "I'm so horny, you shouldn't bend over like that, partner," I said in an imitation cowboy voice. She laughed and didn't pull away until she'd chuckled, "Well, I'm so horny, I had to bend over anyways, Duke!" Was it just my imagination that she seemed to pull away from me reluctantly? Probably.

We both wore pajama tops and panties to bed, as was our usual habit. I was already tucked in when Laura snapped off the light and padded to bed. She sighed as she pulled back her covers, "I suppose you're going to jack off again, and I'll have to lay over here and listen. Does it really help that much? I was always afraid that it would just make me more horny."

"I'm sorry," I said, horrified, "I had no idea you could hear me. I won't do it in here any more."

"Oh, don't get in a snit," she giggled, "I don't care about you whipping it. In fact, I may join you tonight. Hell, you've had more practice, I ought to get you to jack me off."

I got out of bed and kneeled on the carpet by her bed, "Okay, but do I have to kiss you first?" I quipped. If she was nervous about my approach in the dark, she didn't show it, in fact she laughed so hard that she had to catch her breath so she could talk. As she answered, I slipped my hand under her sheet and laid it on her tummy. "Of course, you have to kiss me first, what kind of girl do you think I am?" So, I kissed her and slid my hand down her panties. Her lips parted and I could taste the rum on her breath as my tongue slicked against hers. I parted her nether lips with my middle finger and her legs spread slightly to give me more room to slide down. I was finally touching Laura There! I felt a rush of lust that left me weak and giddy for a moment. She chose that moment to break our kiss with a giggle.

"Hey, I was only kidding, Kathy," she was still chuckling but hadn't closed her legs any, and my finger was slowly rolling her clit beneath its hood. 

"I know," I whispered and kissed her ear, "But neither of us was kidding about being horny." I dipped my finger down her slit and slid it deeply into her very wet vagina.

Her legs closed instantly, and my finger was squeezed out. Even as she spoke, I slipped up her crack lavishing the area around her clit with her own gooey wetness. "Ahh, c'mon now, Kath, this is getting a little too heavy, ya know?" 

I gently nipped at her ear lobe and diddled her clit as I whispered, "Bullshit, Laura, quit being a chicken," I said lightly as I kissed her neck. I noticed her breathing was heavy, and though I felt her stir her hips slightly, she hadn't tried to move my hand. "Just relax," I urged, "Just close your eyes, and let it happen, I promise that you'll sleep better," I assured her, "There's nothing heavy about beating off, even if someone else does it." I felt her body relax as she sighed and spread her legs slightly again. 

"Okay," she sighed, and then after a few moments added with a giggle and a squirm, "Besides, I'm too hot to stop you." I kissed her again, and this time, she put her arms around me and drew me to her, pushing her tongue aggressively between my lips. She started coming as we kissed, her hips rolling under my hand. She broke the kiss, so she could gasp for air and moan as her orgasm shook her body like a leaf in a storm. 

She pulled my hand out of her panties when it started to tickle and kissed my cheek. "Wow! That felt good. So good!" she muttered fervently, stroking my hair and giving me another little kiss on the forehead. Suddenly, she scooted against the wall away from me, lying on her side as she patted the bed. "Climb in," she whispered, "I know you need it, too, and I don't want to be unfair," then she added with a tiny giggle, "I hope I can do as good a job as you did." I wasn't taking any chance of spoiling it by saying anything; I just quickly scrambled in, under the sheet with my lovely Laura. I was so excited! 

I felt her hand smooth down my tummy and ease under the elastic of my underwear. I could hear her breathing near my ear as her fingers delicately, almost cautiously explored me, spreading my lips with her fingers and tracing down the curve of my slit. She carefully dipped into my vagina as I had done for her and then smeared my slit with the juice. "You know something funny?" she asked softly, "This isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I mean," she hastened to reassure me that it was nothing personal, "I was afraid that if I did this I'd feel creepy or something, but this is kind of nice." I moaned as she gently circled my clitoris with her fingertip. 

"Well, I have to tell you, Laura," I had to pause for breath as a little grunt of big pleasure bubbled up from my insides, "I liked doing that to you. It made me feel good to make you feel good. I hope you're not freaked out by that." She only giggled in response and wobbled my clit a little faster. "Kiss me, Laura." Her lips closed on mine, and she opened my mouth with her tongue. I put my arms around her and hungrily gobbled her delicious kisses as my orgasm built up, floating in my hips like a giant bubble that wafted scores of tiny pleasure bubbles that tingled all through my body from my hair to my toes. I raised my knees as my hips hopped around, and I buried my face in her hair while my body shuddered its release. 

She giggled nervously, as she awkwardly pulled her precious hand out of my underwear. "I hope I did that okay, 'cause I really think I'd better go to sleep now, before we really get into something too weird. Besides, I'm getting the spins from being drunk."

"Okay," I laughed lightly to reassure her, although my heart had dropped to my stomach in its disappointment. "But a real gentleman will at least kiss a girl goodnight after he fucks her brains out."

To my relief, she giggled back and gave me a slow, sweet kiss that all but dripped with its tenderness. "Satisfied, wench?" she teased with a light pinch on my thigh. "Now get outta here," she added with mock gruffness. While she softly snored, I had to beat off again before I could sleep.

Laura gave no sign of what had happened over the next week, which I took as a bad sign that she wanted to put the incident behind her. But then I remember how I had sulked for three weeks after doing it with Susan that first time, so I was willing to give her space. When the same guys asked us out the for an afternoon swim the next weekend, I was delighted and accepted when Laura did, even though I privately considered my date to be a goof, and her date to be as bad. I had every intention of framing circumstances as near as possible to the last date. There is power in precedent, and I was so anxious to fool around with Laura again that, the morning of the day of the date, I had to masturbate twice in the bathroom. As we were getting ready, I watched Laura draped only in a towel and painting her toenails. The peek I got of her dark brown pubic hair sent me scuttling back to the bathroom. 

I wore a pretty skimpy bikini, and I knew I looked pretty hot, but Laura was ravishing in a simple one-piece suit that really emphasized her curves. We both wore super size tee-shirts over the suits. The boys took us to the house of a well-to-do friend of theirs who had a large pool in the backyard. Their friend, Albert, was also a student and had a date named Sylvia who mixed up daiquiris while we sat around in the spacious living room, everyone wearing bathing suits. Al explained that his parents were out of town. None of the guys really interested me. 

Al was a boor, ordering his girlfriend around as if he was a sultan and she was his slave. Eddie, Laura's date, was the best looking male, but he was such a stupid jock that it was hard to take him seriously, at least in conversation. His penis might be pretty nice. My date, Carl, was a nervous nerd with an irritating laugh, which he did every time anyone said anything, funny or not. I remembered he was a pretty good kisser, though. Sylvia was sort of interesting. She had short curly brown hair and a short, compact body and a pleasant face and freckles. I'd had a thing for freckles ever since Susan. Her arms were hairy and I wondered about her cunt. I didn't have to wonder long. We were on our second drinks and still no one had mentioned the alleged swim. 

Then Al said, "Sylvia, do a strip for us, baby," as he popped a CD into his machine. And she did. She wasn't a great dancer, but she more than made up for it with her cute little bod. She was as curvy as she was tiny with a really cute face and a lovely grin and painted with freckles all over. As much as she interested me, I was pretty turned off by the way Al treated her. Sure, Serena and I had that sort of relationship, but it was a game, and we took turns. Here, it was obvious that Sylvia simply did whatever Al told her to do, because next he told her to suck his dick, and she did. I was pretty repelled by his attitude, and glancing over at Laura, I could see she was even more disgusted than I was. She turned to Eddie and said, "Let's go back in a bedroom. If you've got a rubber, you can fuck me." Eddie gulped, looked around as if for instructions, nodded and got up. 

I was disappointed that I wouldn't be with Laura, but relieved, too, because now I could act like a cheap slut and wouldn't have to worry about what she would think of me. To me, the most interesting thing in the room was watching Sylvia's rounded little freckled ass as she bent over Al's lap. I leaned back on the couch and got comfortable for the show. I looked at Carl, who was staring at his feet. The boob was too chicken to even make a pass. Still, I wanted to be nice to him. In a low voice I said, "I'm kind of getting off to watching them, Carl, why don't you stick your dick in me and do a few push ups while I'm watching them." Carl beamed, nodded his head enthusiastically and laughed, all at the same time. God, he reminded me of Gomer Pyle. 

He pulled my bikini bottom off and ogled me while fumbling with his rubber, while I ogled Sylvia's quivering, bouncing cheeks as she sat in Al's lap and gave him a damn good, energetic fuck. I loved watching the muscles on her freckled calves bunching and sliding as she stood on her tiptoes on her up swing, then getting to watch her ass flatten out as she let herself fall on his dick. Carl lasted about six strokes, and looked chagrined, especially since I was still in the act of removing my top. I reminded him that he could still eat me, and he cheerfully went down on me. Carl wasn't so bad, as long as he didn't laugh. I wondered if there was such a thing as a laugh therapist. 

Now, Sylvia had turned around on Al's lap and was facing me as she fucked Al, who it must be said, seemed to have pretty good stamina, himself. Her swaying freckled tits and hairy brown bush captivated me, and I didn't try to hide it from her. I even licked my lips as I watched her. She gave me a sweet grin, licked her fingers and pinched her nipples, then mouthed a kiss at me. She was such a slut! God! That turned me on! Al came and had hardly pulled out before he had stood and announced he was going for a swim. Sylvia, who had to hurriedly stand as she was evicted from Al's lap, said she wanted to take a shower. 

Al shrugged and walked out without a glance at her as Sylvia walked naked down the hall. I told Carl that he could go take a swim, too. He looked dismayed, so I looked down and saw he had his erection back. Yeah, Carl wasn't all-bad. But he'd already stripped off his rubber and I was in a hurry. I took his dick in my mouth and gave him the deep throat treatment, which wasn't too difficult, since he wasn't real big. It took less than a minute. I swallowed it, milked him until he was tiny and stood up. He stood, too. I slapped him on the ass and said, "Now be a good boy and wait for me in the pool." He guffawed and ran out. I knew he'd wait until winter if I didn't come out sooner. Well, maybe even Gomer Pyle has his good points.

When I got to the bathroom, Sylvia was wiping herself and getting up from the toilet. She smiled and hopped up on the edge of the counter by the sink with her legs dangling. It was practically a surreal event for me. She knew what I'd come for and welcomed it. Her legs spread for me as I lowered my head to her lap and kissed her freckled thighs. "It really turned me on the way you looked at me when I was fucking Al," she said as I kissed her freckled breasts and slurped at her hard brown nipples. Her voice was high and soft, like a little girl's voice. I kissed her, and she kissed back very passionately, putting her arms around my neck. After a minute of kissing, I went back to sucking on her nipples.

But she interrupted me by saying casually, "You can lick my cunt if you want." I lowered my head obediently back to her lap and began stroking her slit with my tongue. She was a very strong smelling girl, not even counting her sharp odor of pee, and I reveled in her textures as I explored her pussy. I really liked smelling of her too. She moaned and propped her feet on the edge of the counter. Since this exposed her dark brown asshole, I started licking it too. She sighed, "I've never messed around with a chick before, but wow, you are doing all this so great!" When I stuck my tongue inside her ass, she groaned and began squeezing her breasts, and her round little freckled bottom just couldn't seem to stay still. It was really sexy, the way she could just make her asshole instantly loose, and I took advantage and reamed her out as well as my tongue could, which is pretty well. Even when I was a little girl in school, the other kids would comment on how long my tongue was.

Then I stuck two fingers in her vagina to lube them up, then slipped them both in her ass. She cried out, "Oh!" in a little soprano voice when I started really working them around, then I bowed my head and started licking and sucking her large clit, my face buried in her brown pubic jungle. She came quickly and hard, her face turning red as a beet and her freckled legs hugging my neck. I wrapped it up by sucking and lapping the remainder of Al's white spunk from her vagina while she slowly calmed down. 

"Do you want me to do you, too?" She asked in her little girl voice. "I've no experience with girls, but I can sure do it!" I had to admire the girl's spirit. There was none of this breast-beating about whether it was gay or not.

"I'll get by," I smiled, but when she looked crestfallen, I added, "Unless you just want to, of course." She didn't even answer. She hopped off the counter and just knelt on the bathmat with her head between my legs and gave my ass and pussy a mirror of the treatment I had just given her. I had a great orgasm, and it had been a while since someone had given my butt a workout. I assured her that she was a natural.

Later while I was peeing, she knelt in front of me and asked if she could see me again. I leaned forward and kissed her and said, "Honey, if you ever get tired of the love-slave routine and decide you want to check out a real lover, give me a call. Then we'll just fuck each other silly, but as long as you're Al's slave, don't bother to call. I don't like him much." She looked as shocked as if I'd slapped her, but she began to smile when I took a pen out of my purse and wrote my phone number on her right thigh. She never called. I guess some people are really hung up on that submissive business. Or else she forgot where it was and washed the number off in the pool or the shower. I'll never know.

Back in our room at the dorm, it was clear to me that Laura was pretty unhappy. "Kathy, you do realize, don't you, that those jerks only took us over there because they didn't have the guts to try and fuck us on their own. They had to have Al organize it for them. And the way he treated that poor girl!"

"Of course." I collapsed on my bed since Laura had done the same on hers. She fumed at the ceiling awhile, and I spent the time wondering how I was going to get my way with her. After a time, I said, "But at least we got fucked."

"Well, I hope it was better for you than for me! Eddie couldn't even get it up, and believe me; I tried hard. Finally, he made me promise that I wouldn't tell Al how he blew it!"

I had to laugh, "And that was all he cared about?"

"Men! I have to tell you the truth, Kathy, what we did together a few days ago was the most fun I've had since Brad, in high school. And he moved away just six months after we got rolling." She propped her head up on her elbow and looked at me. Her frank, blue eyes were sometimes a little unnerving in their directness. "I know its not even dark, yet, but I really need to come." She gave a little smile to go with her blush. "If you'll do it to me again, I'll return the favor again. Deal?"

Laura was so cute when she tried to be all business! I smiled back. "Will you promise not to get all grossed out if I happen to like making you come?" Ok, I knew that she hadn't been exactly grossed the last time I mentioned my lust for her, but I knew there was a barrier there.

Her smile faltered a little, and then returned, "I'm wearing a one piece, and I'll have to take it off. Just let me put on my pajamas." I laughed and sat up as she did. 

"Hell no, bitch, I want you naked when I take you." She laughed, but her laughter trickled away when I added softly, "I like to see your body. I think it's very pretty." I could read the warring emotions as they flickered in her facial expressions. I added, "Turn around, I'll unzip your suit." She stood up and turned away, as I knew she would, anything to keep from looking me in the eye while she sorted through her thoughts. I also knew that unzipping her was not a go-ahead, but just a delaying action, she might yet decide to blow this off altogether. I drew the zipper down and peeled the straps from her shoulders. Predictably, she was holding up the suit with her hands. 




Kathy Likes Women Ch. 03



I eased my body up against her back and barely touched the nape of her neck with a quiet kiss. Her shoulders felt tense.

"Kathy, I know you like guys, but I keep getting this feeling that you like girls, too. Have you done something like this before?" Ahh, I thought, there it was at last, and out in the open.

"Yes," I answered cautiously, happy it was in the open, but still unsure where this was leading, "I do like boys, and sure I've fooled around a little with friends, I mean, who else can you trust? I have a kissin' cousin who taught me that everyone is sexy in the dark, in the light too, for that matter. I've liked girls as much as guys ever since, and girls respect you in the morning!" I kissed the back of her neck again and felt her relax just a tad. "I guess it would be most truthful for me to say that I just love sex. And right now I'm horny enough to jump at the deal to beat off with you." I kissed her neck again, this time right beneath her left ear as I stole a hand around her waist and stroked her tummy through her suit. I was rewarded as she shivered from my touch. I nipped her ear and pressed my crotch harder up against her bottom and got another shiver for my efforts.

"I don't want to seem chicken or anything," she stammered, "But I can't help feeling weird about this. What if my parents ever found out? Will you swear to never tell anyone in my family about the two of us messing around?"

"I promise," I said as I turned her around. Then looking her in the eye, I added, "Look, let's be practical. We're good friends and can still go out with others, but when the two of us are alone and horny, there's no reason not to make each other feel nice. And there's no pregnancy or rubbers, right? But we might brag to our friends, if we had any." It was always easiest to get through to Laura using logic and practicality sprinkled with humor. I waited until she added a small nod to her blush, then drew her to me and kissed her. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me back as I peeled her suit down to her waist. 

We went on kissing as she untied the halter of my bikini and pulled it away. Even after she stopped kissing me and laid her head on my shoulder we continued to hug, enjoying the feel of our naked breasts pressed together. Her nipples were as hard as mine. She broke away and sat on her bed as she pulled her swimsuit down over her narrow ankles, and I used the time to yank off the bottom half of my own suit while gulping down her nudity with my eyes. Lord, she had sexy legs and pretty breasts. She had three really pretty moles on her breasts that made a perfect decoration. It definitely wasn't my imagination that she was looking me over as well. 

I spread my arms and posed, "Whatcha think? Will they ever make me a calendar girl?" She slid over, her back against the wall as she lay down and smiled at me for an answer, patting the bed with her hand as an invitation to join her. I eagerly lay down beside her and kissed her. Our tongues touched and rubbed and the breathing got heavier. I moved my hand to her breasts and petted them softly, delicately pinching at the firm, rubbery knobs of her nipples.

I felt her squeeze my bottom with her hand, and I moved mine down to cup her pussy. I gave her a squeeze and with a lingering lick across her lips, I murmured, "I want to lick you." She shook her head and I made little circles around her clit with my wet finger. "Please," I whispered between kisses. She mumbled, "No, that's just too much, Kath." But she cocked her leg to allow me better access with my hand. I dipped again in her vagina, then slipped my finger lower and smeared her wetness on her asshole, "Please, Baby, I want to taste you so bad," I gave her another kiss and added, "I swear I will make you feel soooo gooood!" 

Her response was to kiss me, and then she whispered, "Okay," in case I didn't get the message. I couldn't believe my good fortune - the Go Ahead from Laura! I kissed her neck and licked her shoulders. She sighed and pulled my face to her breasts. I sucked at her sensitive nipples, and they swelled happily in my mouth. Although I would have lingered longer on her firm, sweet tits, she curled her fingers in my hair and drew my mouth down her tummy to her cunt. She cocked her left leg and stroked my ears, gently tugging me downward toward her wet pussy. The fur of her bush was thick but incredibly soft and fine, a lot like mine just denser, and since we'd left the lights on, I could see that it was a dark chocolate brown. 

I parted her bush with my fingertips and exposed her pink slash. I found her clit inside her delicate inner petals, and it was a small but obviously functional clit peeping out from its hood. She was hot and smooth inside and my tongue reveled in my penetration of her. Textures of pussy and pussy parts is a very real part of the lure to me, yet Laura was pretty much mono texture - everything silky smooth, wet and sweet tasting. She had little salt other than a slight saltiness on the rims of her outer lips. Her woman-smell, which was even more delicate than mine, filled my soul as her juices watered my tongue. Her smell was not very strong, not even half as strong as Sylvia's had been, and like I said, even weaker than mine, but it was wonderful because it was Laura's smell. She groaned and twisted as I laved her beady little clit with her own vaginal juices. She hurt me a bit, pulling at my hair when she came, and her thighs seemed surprisingly hard when they slammed shut on my head. But I was so overjoyed to be rubbing my face in her pumping pussy that I didn't mind at all, besides I was making Laura come, and come obviously really hard. When she couldn't stand it any longer, she pulled my face back up to hers and smothered me with kisses, licking her juice off my mouth and face. I moaned in empathy with her passion. She kept on kissing me, lovingly about the neck, burningly on my chest. She kissed, nibbled and bit at my breasts while her fingers explored my cunt.

I lay on my side, resting my knee on her hips and not trying to control the shivering in my hips as she wobbled me through the hood of my clit. She laid her head on the pillow next to mine and I could smell her sweet breath as she panted in my face. I asked, "Do you like doing that to me?"

She kissed me and moaned, um-hmm, meaning yes. I kissed her eyelids and said, "Would you like to go down on me?" The rubbing stopped and she ran her hand over my hip, cupped my bottom and pulled my cunt against hers. "Yes," she whispered as she bit my bottom lip, "At least, I think I want to."

"Do it then, Laura," I reached behind her and lightly traced her asshole with a fingertip. She shuddered and said, "That feels really nice, I like being touched there." Naturally these words gave me great delight! Another woman like me!

"Then lick my pussy and make me come," I whispered, "and I promise that I'll lick your bottom, and I'll use my fingers to make you come, and you'll come with my tongue in your bottom."

Her eyes widened with surprise. "Okay," she said aloud, much louder than my whisper, her wide blue eyes staring intently into mine. She was actually panting as she stared into my eyes. "You'd really do that for me, Kathy?" It wasn't so much a request as an urgent demand. This was a different Laura, intent, powerfully lustful, almost commanding.

I was half frightened by the change in her, but I said, "Yes, I will make love to your sweet ass, Laura, I want to, and I swear it!" She looked into my eyes a moment longer then gave me a hard kiss, probably the first really hard, forceful kiss I ever received from a girl.

Then she didn't waste any time. She scooted down the bed as I lied on my back and spread my legs around her. She stroked my thighs with her hands and looked at my bush. She leaned her head forward, her nose gently parting my pubic hair, and, she gave me a tentative little kiss in my crack, just below my clit. "You smell really nice, Kathy," she said in a low voice, almost a growl. She spread my lips with her fingers and slowly ran the tip of her tongue down my crack. 

I propped myself up on one arm for a better view, and used my free hand to run my fingers through her hair. She slid her tongue into my vagina, and I tugged her head deeper into me. She wiggled her head and stabbed my vagina again and again with her tongue. Then she lapped the juices up over my clit, just the way that I'd done it to her. What a fast learner! Then she started wiggling the hood over my clit with her tongue. I moaned and sank back, my legs curling around her and hugging her to me as my insides started to melt and burst like tiny bubbles and big bubbles and boom, heaving, lurching electric bubbles, I came so hard that it might well have been the best ever - waves of ecstasy rolling through every part of my body like water hammers. It's Laura's face between my legs! And I heard that thought echo over and over. Then her fingers entered me, three fingers stretching my vagina, her mouth still relentless on my clit, and I was coming again, or maybe the same orgasm extending, I couldn't know, and another wave crashing up my insides as I felt something entering my ass, maybe a thumb. Laura's face in my pussy; Laura up my cunt; Laura up my ass; my legs wrapping around precious Laura. It went on and on.

She didn't rush me when the heaving stopped, but slid up my tummy, lying on top of me and kissing me. "Thanks, wow, that was great," I finally managed to pant between her kisses. "Maybe the best I ever had." 

"I liked it," she said seriously then smiled, "and I don't care if it's weird or not. I liked it a lot. I was afraid that I wouldn't but I did. You taste good to me, Kathy. And no maybe to it, you definitely gave me the best climax I ever had."

"I love you," I whispered. She gave me a slow deep look with her blue pools, and then tenderly kissed my lips.

"Did you mean it, about licking me from behind, I mean?" she asked, a trace of anxiety in her voice. "God! Kathy, you can't imagine how long I have dreamed about that. You're really gonna lick my ass?"

"Yes, just get off me, and lie on your tummy."

She scrambled off me and lay down obediently, her legs slightly spread. As I spread her legs wider and lowered myself between them, I looked at her pretty, round, muscular little bottom and spread her cheeks gently with my fingers. She had some tiny dark hairs in her crack, but her asshole was pink and virginal looking. As I licked slowly downward from the top of the crack, her legs tensed and she softly said, "Ahh, that's it, you can't know how I've yearned for this. Always afraid to ask a boy, and none ever... yes, oh yes, put it in, God!" Her sphincter loosened and tightened almost sucking my tongue into her hole as she pumped her ass at my face. "Yes, deeper Kathy, yes." And I was so willing. Her asshole was as silky smooth inside as her vagina. She wasn't the expert at flexing her sphincter that Sylvia had been, but Laura was working it hard, and I knew she would soon be an expert with a little practice.

I used one of my hands to cup under her pussy and diddle her clit while I tongue-fucked her ass. She freed my other hand, which I'd been using to spread her bottom's round globes, by using her own hands to spread her rear to my oral invasion. My free hand quickly found service intermittently sliding in and out of her vagina. Then I'd lap juice from her elixir-leaking vagina and lavished her asshole with the natural oil. Then I'd begin again my cycle of light licks, pokes and finally vigorous tongue thrusts into her eager and willing butt. Already, her asshole was becoming expert at grabbing my tongue. I bet she could have drawn a penis right up inside without the guy pushing. Her cheeks massaged my face with their firm softness as she rolled her ass around. I thrilled at the musky, metallic taste of her asshole washed with saliva and pussy juice. I was on my fourth repetition of the cycle when she came with several bark like groans and coughs and one scream into her pillow, her pussy juice smearing my chin. She had raised her hips slightly and was grabbing at my tits with her toes as the shivers of her orgasm made her hips quiver in my face. It was a long one, too, much longer than the last one. 

"Thank you, Kathy," she said and moaned as I mounted her back as if fucking her rear and kissed the back of her neck. My cunt felt good as I rubbed it against her ass. "It was as great as I always thought it would be." She giggled weakly, "And to think, I got it from another girl! Somehow, that even makes it sweeter for me. Brad used to stick a finger up it when I was coming, and I loved it, just loved it! But he never licked it. And I had always imagined how much better a tongue would be than a finger, especially your tongue, Kathy. You have a really long tongue, you know. The longest tongue I have ever seen on anyone, even that guy in Kiss, you know the band, Kiss?"

"Do you have any other fantasies?" I asked, hoping, "I'll do them for you, Laura. I've wanted to have sex with you ever since I've known you. I'd do anything for you, Laura." I added almost fiercely.

"Really?" she said, trying to roll over and face me. I obliged and raised myself, and after she had flipped over, I settled my cunt against hers and looked her in the eye.

"Really." I kissed her and she kissed back, and I felt her hips stir against mine.

"Well, let's see," she smiled when she finally had a chance to speak, "There were a few times when I lay here, listening to you beat off, and I'd start feeling horny..." She blushed.

"And you want me to do you, again, like last week?" I encouraged her while letting my titties sway, teasing her erect nipples by brushing them with my own. 

"Not exactly. I mean, I'd think it would be sexy to watch you do it to yourself," she said. Hell, I'd heard kinkier things than that. 

"I'd be happy to do that for you darling, how to you want me to lay? I'll even squat over your face, if you want."

"There's more," she whispered, and her blush deepened as she glanced shyly down at my tits, refusing to meet my eye. "I'd like you to lay on your back with your legs up and let me play with your bottom while I watch you beat off." It all came out in a relieved rush.

"Mmmm," I said, licking her lips, "Sounds good so far! Do you want to kiss me there, too?"

She giggled, "Can't you suck my tits or something while we talk about this?" Laura was still blushing furiously and evidently felt like it would be easier to talk if I couldn't see her face. Anticipating further revelation, I willingly complied.

As I gently licked and sucked at her sweet nipples, I urged her to continue, "And after you kiss my bottom, then what?"

"Well," she whispered so softly that I had to strain to hear her, "most of all... Remember you promised to never tell anyone!"

"I promise! Really!" I said, chuckling between her tits. I slid my finger up her vagina, and finding her still soaking wet, slid in another. "Please tell me, Laura. You've really got me worked up!"

"I want to pretend my hand is a penis. I want to rub the heel of my fist on my clit and fuck your bottom with my thumb."

"I thought you already did that to me with your thumb." I said.

"Not like this, not like I was a boy fucking your butt."

I scooted up and kissed her mouth, "Just get that thumb good and wet in my cunt first," I breathed between kisses and sucked at her tongue, "and be gentle, at least at first." I rolled over, pulling her over on top of me. She kissed me so ardently that I knew she was brimming over with lust. I wrapped my legs around her waist and pumped my cunt at hers; she really seemed to like that!

She moved down and smooched my cunt, licking me much more lovingly than she had before. I raised my knees and hugged them to my chest, and she obediently moved her mouth down to my asshole. She gave me tender sweet kisses around my hole, then tongued my ass with little licks while her nose nuzzled in my vagina. She fucked my ass with her tongue for a while, which I really liked, then she sat up on her haunches and rested my ankles on her shoulders. Just like she said, she rubbed herself with her fist while pumping my cunt with her thumb, using her other arm to hold up her weight and meanwhile looking down at my cunt with rapture on her face while I diddled my clit. When she finally slipped her wet thumb up my ass, she only got to pump it a few times before she started coming, shuddering deliciously and speckling my calves and knees with kisses and licks. Then she laid down on me again, kissing me on the mouth and rubbing our cunts together.

"Oh thank you, thank you, Kathy," she murmured between kisses then looked me in the eye, "That was the most sweet, sexiest, hottest thing I ever did. How can I ever thank you enough?"

"Well," I said coyly, "I'm sure I can think of something."

"All you have to do is ask, Kathy. I'd do anything for you, now. Anything!"

This was almost too good to be true and definitely too good to pass up. "If you really mean it, I can tell you something that would make me really happy."

"Tell me!" she urged, pinching my nipples and kissing my ear.

"I'd like to get together with you and a guy, sometime. I want to eat you while you are being fucked by a big hard dick."

She laughed, "Do you want me to pick up the guy, or will you bring your own?"

"Either way," I said, "And right now I'd like to do to you what you just did to me. You know, watching your titties bounce while you fucked me was a big thrill. Maybe you'd like to see that, too."

"Oh yes!" she said and kissed me. I was surprised and delighted with Laura's turn-around on making it with a chick. Apparently, playing with her ass was all it took to do the trick. I remember one day, about a week later, when she came in from her PE class; it was tennis this semester. She was hot and sweaty and in a bad mood about a score she'd received on a math test. I happened to be in the mood, and she definitely wasn't. I asked her if we could do it. I was watching her strip off her damp tennis outfit. She was down to her panties and bra when she answered that she really didn't feel like doing anything but taking a soak in the tub.

She bent over to pick up her clothes and toss them in the hamper, and I kneeled behind her and gave her a kiss on the bottom, right in the crack through her panties. She pretended not to pay attention and bent over even further to grab her socks. I peeled the panties aside with my fingers and licked right up through the split of her cheeks. Her skin was salty and musky from her exercise, and I enjoyed the smell of it as I tongued her asshole. She moaned then, and offered no more resistance to whatever I wanted to do. Apparently, Laura's asshole was her magic button.

Another time, near bedtime, I told her that I really wanted to eat her, and she said she felt like sleeping. I kissed her and told her that I really wanted some sex, but that I also needed to take a shit. I whispered that I'd let her watch me shit if she'd eat me out while I did it. She instantly got an urgent look on her face and gave me such a powerfully passionate kiss that I was startled again. While I squatted on the toilet, she put her head between my legs and licked my pussy. Even though I peed while I was squeezing out a couple of turds, she kept on kissing and licking me, letting my pee run down her chin. To my surprise, she even wiped some of my pee on her breasts. She must have drunk some while licking my pussy clean. When I was through and had come, she wiped my ass then washed it with a damp washrag, and then she tongued my asshole while beating off on the bathroom floor. She was so happy that she ate me out again afterwards. Laura may be the only person I have ever met who loves bottoms more than I do.




Kathy Likes Women Ch. 03



We both still went out with guys and got laid when we were lucky, although, I still hadn't had the opportunity to make it with Laura and a guy. And she still had a bit of an attitude about lesbians, at least she really objected to calling herself gay or even bi, so, one can imagine how shocked I was when I returned unexpectedly early from a bummer date and found my roommate in the arms of another woman, and Sheila Montgomery at that!

Sheila was an upper-class sorority type, who had that sullen, sultry look that drives men crazy and usually strikes women as being snotty. Her lush, black hair fell over her shoulders in thick coils and curls. She had dark eyes and a full pouting lower lip. She was slim at the waist and rounded and curved in the hips and legs. She was on the short side of medium height and had perky, almost large breasts. Her skin was an olive tan, and frankly, I thought she was just as sexy as all the guys did. I guess Laura thought so, too, because when I walked into the room, they were stretched out on Laura's bed and kissing each other. Sheila had one hand under Laura's blouse, and Laura had one hand up Sheila's knee-length, plaid skirt. Laura's skirt was bunched up around her waist, and it was obvious that she had already removed her own panties. Both girls were barefoot, their shoes scattered on the floor.

When I walked in and shut the door behind me, they untangled and sat up, Sheila trying to sit up and look innocent, and Laura pulling her skirt back down with a look of dismay and horror on her face. She stood so abruptly that Sheila fell off the bed and landed on the floor on her rump. Her legs were spread by the fall and I could see that she was still wearing her panties, although she had a streak of wetness over her crack.

"I'm so sorry, Kathy, so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," Laura was stammering and wringing her hands. 

While I helped Sheila to her feet, I said, "Sorry? Sorry for giving me the treat of such a sexy sight? My roommate, whom I love, kissing the hottest girl in her sorority. Tell you what, I'll forgive you, if you let me watch you kiss her again."

While I said this, I was smiling and looking at Sheila, who was watching me so closely that I felt like a snake. She tentatively smiled back, and then muttered something about how she was just leaving. Laura looked confused, but willing to go along with anything that I wanted.

"Leave? Child, you can't leave!" I held up a paper bag. "I have here an entire magnum of Dom Perignon champagne. You can help us celebrate! I just got back from a drag of a date, but on my way in, I checked my mail and found this!" I held up an envelope. "I just won first place in the National Honors Essay for the special Phi Beta Kappa Contest. For you ignorant rubes who can neither read nor write, that means a fourteen thousand dollar scholarship. So I ran down to that liquor store on the corner, and voila! It's party time!"

The embarassment of having been caught en flagrante delicto, caused by my untimely entrance, was forgotten as both girls cheered and congratulated me. Laura scrounged up three plastic tumblers, and the celebration set to with a vengeance. 

Incidentally, for those who don't know any better, with good champagne, it doesn't take too long to catch that buzz! I tried not to spend too much of my time staring at Sheila's bare legs or the plush curves of her breasts underneath her cashmere sweater, but I couldn't help it. She had that kind of face and body that all but screamed, Fuck Me. And I had every intention of doing so! And since I knew Laura didn't have her panties on under her skirt, it was hard to keep my eyes from looking for squirrel shots up her dress. I got a few, too!

After the fourth glass of hooch, both the other girls seemed relaxed enough for me to start things moving. They were sitting side by side on Laura's bed while I was facing them from sitting on my own. "I really am sorry that I arrived so abruptly, Laura, but if you won't kiss her again, I will." Laura blushed, but Sheila gave me a steady appraisal. Well, not too steady, I think she was a little snockered.

"You really want to kiss me?" she smiled sweetly, showing her dimples and white even teeth. I left my bed and kneeled at their feet and set Sheila's cup on the floor. Laura was smiling now as I cupped Sheila's slightly pointed chin in my hand and lightly pressed my lips against hers. She responded gradually, almost lazily as her lips softened and melted apart. Our tongues brushed lightly, sending jolts of pleasure racing through my nerves and condensing in my clit and nipples. God, she turned me on! I felt a hand on my hip and knew it was Laura's. Good, she was getting hot instead of embarrassed. I stroked Sheila's neck with my fingers; her hands stayed shyly in her lap.

"You kiss real sexy, Kathy," she said as I leaned back on my heels. I rather liked hearing that I was a sexy kisser, but the way she'd kept her hands in her lap had slightly disappointed me, like maybe she wasn't turned on by women's bodies but liked the attention that we were giving her. But I didn't want to take time worrying about her now, I wanted to keep things warm, so without answering her, I turned and reached for Laura. She seemed to resist for just a second then opened her legs and her lips to me. She wrapped her legs and arms around me as we kissed, sliding her short skirt up to her hips and giving Sheila an eyeful. I couldn't see how she was responding. At last, our kiss broke, and I knew my panties were wet.

"Now," I said, trying to catch my breath, "Now, you two kiss. I want to watch."

Sheila grinned, and Laura shrugged. They both seemed a little embarrassed, but they seemed to accept me as a temporary ringmaster. I rubbed their knees with my hands as they kissed. Watching them kiss was a super-sexy experience for me. Both of their eyes were closed. At first, only their lips touched, but as they opened up, Laura slid her tongue through Sheila's reluctant lips, and Laura put one of her hands on Sheila's breast. While they were preoccupied, I slipped my panties off to make it easier to finger myself. God, I was hot! 

They were so pretty together, full lips caressing one another, dark heavy raven curls mingling with golden blonde. I slid one hand up Laura's skirt and spread her swollen pussy lips with my fingers, noting that she responded by more actively caressing Sheila's tits and spreading her own legs a little to ease access for the warm touch of my hand. While I probed Laura's wetness, I kissed Sheila's knees, keeping my eyes on their kiss, except for one quick peek under her plaid skirt. I could just see the white vee of her panties between her smooth tanned thighs. I felt Laura's foot slip up under my skirt and her toes groped my pussy. She pointed her toes and let me take over the action, rubbing my wet cunt on the cool, smooth surface of her instep.

I kissed between Sheila's knees, and sure enough, her legs parted just enough for me to kiss the insides of her knees. At that point, Laura's left hand edged from Sheila's breast to her lap. Sheila, who'd been leaning back on her elbows, sat up breaking the kiss, and covered Laura's straying hand with one of her own. At least she didn't slam her knees shut on my face, but as she sat up, her knees withdrew from me and then closed firmly. I busied myself petting Sheila's narrow, pretty feet with my free hand before she had a chance to speak. My other hand stayed under Laura's skirt which was around her hips, and Laura's wet, pussy-juice-slicked foot stayed under my skirt which was also up around my waist, and Sheila could clearly see that both our pussies getting action barely covered by our skirts, but she only said, "Do you think I could have some more of the Dom, please?" She was addressing me.

The bottle was on the floor beside me, so I was able to fill her cup without moving my legs. Although she could see Laura's slim ankle tapering under my dress, I felt a little self-conscious, so I had quit pumping my hips. Laura, meanwhile, had delicately maneuvered her big toe into my vagina. It felt good, and I was very grateful that she kept her nails clipped really short.

"Thanks, Sheila," I said casually as I handed her the plastic cup full of champagne, "and Laura. That was a really sexy kiss to watch," I grinned, "I'd think it would be neat to watch it a little longer."

Laura kissed her ear, but Sheila's grin was a trifle nervous, "What ya'll are doing feels real nice, but it's starting to get a little heavy..." her sentence trailed off, and she took a couple of gulps of the champagne. Laura's hand was still in her lap, covered by her own. Laura and I both eased away from each other slightly, Laura's damp foot now resting in plain view on my thigh near my knee. I took my hand away from Laura's cunt and used both hands to massage Sheila's feet. She gradually relaxed again as we talked.

"You have pretty feet, Sheila," I said, lightly kissing her toes, "And sexy legs. I guess it's easy to get carried away with such a lovely girl as you, but what can it really hurt? Won't make you pregnant, ya know."

She giggled, her voice a little slurred from the strong drink, "I sure like what you're doing to my feet!" She paused a minute, thoughtfully watching me as I gently took her big toe in my mouth and sucked it. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to fool around just a little bit more."

Laura took her hand from Sheila's lap and ran her hand along the curve of Sheila's left breast as she laid her head against Sheila's shoulder. Sheila leaned her head forward as Laura raised her face. What followed was the slowest, sweetest kiss that I have ever had the pleasure of watching. Slow as the fall of a snowflake, Laura pressed Sheila back onto her back. Sheila's hands left her lap at last and circled Laura. I gently spread Sheila's knees and kissed her plump thighs, inching my way up her legs and pushing her plaid skirt forward with my nose. I expected her to stop me any second, but her legs only tightened slightly when my lips brushed against her white panties. The warm heat of her crotch caressed my face as I nuzzled and kissed her panties. Her hips moved a bit as I pulled her panties aside with my fingertips, unveiling her secret glory. She had course pubic hair that was black but not too thick. Her pussy was flat and smooth, opening easily and wetly to my tongue. Her legs moved then, wrapping around my back as she raised her knees to allow my tongue to slide slickly down into her vagina. I could feel her toes clutching at the skin of my back.

I heard a gentle smack as their lips parted and Sheila whispered to Laura, "She's eating my pussy. Kathy's eating my pussy... Oh!" She made no attempt to stop Laura from unbuttoning her blouse as Laura reassured her with tender kisses, and murmured to her that essays weren't the only things Kathy was great at. Laura unveiled the lovely globes of Sheila's tits and sucked at the dark-haired beauty's swollen brown nipples. Sheila's juicy pussy trembled under the lash of my tongue and the pinches and thrusts of my fingers. Then her fluids were oozing into my mouth as she noisily achieved orgasm, thrusting her hips at me, clutching Laura by the hair, and crying out, "Oh, oh, God! Oh, yes!" I had not encountered a girl before that produced so much lube fluid while coming, although all girls do to some degree, but Sheila practically erupted and gushed.

Too soon for me, her trembling eased and she sighed. Then before either of us knew what was happening, Sheila had sat up, grabbed her shoes, and muttering something about having to pee, all but ran to our bathroom and shut the door. We probably wouldn't have worried if she hadn't taken her shoes. Our alarm proved well founded a few minutes later when she emerged from the restroom, fully re-clothed and her hair brushed.

"I just want to say that you girls made me feel really nice. But I've got to run, now." She gave us each a sweet but brief kiss on the lips, and bang! She was gone. Laura seemed more upset and disappointed than I was, but then, poor Laura hadn't even got to get a good look at Sheila's pussy, much less taste it; nor did she get a chance to lick the girl's voluptuous bottom - what she'd probably wanted most of all.

I felt a little guilty. Perhaps if I hadn't come along, Laura would have gotten a lot further. Almost as if she heard my thoughts she muttered, "Oh well, if you hadn't have come in with that fantastic champagne, she would have left even sooner. Shy girl, really. Skittish."

That made me feel a little better, but I still felt like I needed to make it up to Laura somehow. And I really doubted Sheila was shy. After all, I did get a good taste of strange pussy, and Laura didn't. "Tell you what, darling, what if I squat on the stools for you. Would you like that?"

She actually blushed a little when she smiled and nodded. She gave me a serious kiss, told me that she loved me and then stripped my clothes off. I set the stools in position while she took her own clothes off. This was one of Laura's favorite sexual fantasies. I would stand on the stools - they were each about 9 inches tall, set about a foot apart, then squat, leaning my back against the wall for stability. She would then lay a pillow on the floor beneath my spread open ass and stretch out with her face close to my hanging snatch and buttocks. Then she would masturbate while looking at me, sniffing me, and giving my cunt and ass little kisses and licks. I didn't mind it at all. 

It felt good enough to me, and my own view was pretty spectacular. I liked to see her supple naked body writhing on the floor with ecstasy, one hand whipping her clit furiously, the other usually stroking my underside. Her nipples would grow taut and swell as her passion rose, the skin on her chest would flush pink as she neared orgasm, and then when she would actually start coming, her nipples would visibly soften as if melting, her toes would curl and her thighs would tremble and jerk. She would always stick her tongue in my asshole while she was coming. I would always cooperate by flexing my sphincter muscles, she said that it felt as if my bottom was sucking at her tongue, even though I had told her several times that she was even better at it that I was. The dear thing couldn't even talk about my bottom without making her panties wet. It made her happy, and I made sure she stayed happy by licking her ass and fingering her cunt until she came again. Then we ate each other's pussies in the 69 position, and we slept together that night in a tangle of arms and legs.

I didn't see Sheila again for two weeks. It was a weekend and Laura was away visiting her folks. I was slaving over an English paper and was nearly finished when there came a soft knock at the door. It was she, and she was wearing the same blouse and skirt. I took that as a message of sorts, but Sheila must have known that Laura was away for the weekend, so I was curious. I invited her to sit down and offered her a beer from our little mini-fridge. I told her that I wanted to finish my paragraph and kept writing. She came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. The feel of her pointed breasts pressing into my back seriously compromised my writing skills, but before I could say anything, she was whispering in my ear, "I really liked what you did for me a couple of weeks ago. Did you really like doing it to me?"

I could smell liquor on her breath, "Yes, I liked it a lot." I smiled into the mirror above my desk/dressing table.

"I was out on a date tonight," she continued in her whisper, "and I let him feel me up for a while, then changed my mind, you know, cause he's really kind of a jerk. You ever do that?"

I just smiled. I'd rather masturbate than watch TV, but I'd rather be fucked by a jerk than masturbate. "You want me to eat you out again?" I asked softly.

"Yes," she whispered, "I'm so horny that it's making me dizzy, and it's just something you do better than anyone who ever did it to me." I swiveled my chair around and she sat on my lap, straddling my hips with strong legs. She ground her pelvis into my crotch, pumping her pussy at mine as she circled me with her arms and thrust her tongue in my mouth. She kissed me with lusty abandon; her breathing heavy as she massaged my mouth with her interested tongue. I was only wearing panties and a T-shirt, so I could feel by the brush of her pubic hair that she wasn't wearing any panties as she pushed her cunt into mine.

When I got a chance to breathe for a second, I leaned my face back enough to speak and whispered, "What you're doing to me would feel much better to both of us if you pulled my panties off."

She seemed to hesitate a second then nodded. Without ceremony, she slid off my lap, and as I raised my hips, she quickly pulled my panties down over my toes. After she climbed on top of me again, I spread my legs as wide as I could while raising my knees and scooting my ass forward so her hips could nestle down into mine and was rewarded by the hotness of her pussy pressed against mine. "Oooo," she said as she began rubbing our cunts together, "You were right!" She kissed me for a long time, fucking me with her eyes closed while I unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her breasts. I didn't need to pinch her perky brown nipples to make them erect, they already were. While I sucked them, my hands were busy unfastening and un-zipping the back of her skirt. I asked her to pull off my shirt, and she did, but she didn't even touch my tits with her hands, much less suckle them. She didn't even look at me. Put these behaviors with her previous actions, I started to realize that she didn't want to reciprocate woman-to-woman affection. She liked receiving but didn't want to give. There could be several reasons, but I made up my mind right then and there. One way or another, sooner or later, I was going to fuck Sheila's face.

But first, I had to get her addicted to what I had to give. "Do you know what I think would be sweet?" I murmured to her between kisses. After she made an affirmative sound, I continued in her ear, "I'd like you to stretch out naked on my bed and let me eat your pussy." She moaned and pressed her hips into mine. But after one more slippery, yummy kiss, she got up and stretched out on the bed. Naked. I felt like I was drinking in the sight of her olive skin and firm round breasts, her long smooth legs, and then, I was feeling pretty aroused as I focused on her dark, thin-furred vee. She licked her lips, her dark half-lidded eyes challenging me; she gave a seductive little roll of her hips and spread her legs slightly, slowly flexing her toes.

I fucked her with my face. Kneeling between her legs, I felt like a starved beggar at a banquet, and I couldn't help but dive right in. I played her like violin, with love, with violence, with all the burning passion of myself, sucking in her, drinking from her, entering her with tongue and fingers. I reveled in her musky smell and salty flavor, and she loved it. When I sensed her beginning to come, I thrust my nose in her vagina, felt her clit pressing between my eyebrows and just wiggled my face back and forth, shoving forward as if I intended to climb up inside her pussy. The long, trembling quiver of her hips, the muffled whimper of her little cry, the strength of her legs as they clutched me to her were an orchestral preface to the violence of her loin-thrashing orgasm. Her steaming pussy and wet crotch smeared all over my face as her hips bucked up and down. I even managed to slip a few tongue stabs between the heaving and clenching cheeks of her slick, wet bottom, then finally slipped a finger all the way up her ass, which seemed to start her orgasm all over again.

"God! I just can't begin to tell you," gasped Sheila as I slid up her sweat-moistened body and sought her lips with mine. At first, she didn't seem to want to open her lips, but then she did, and she kissed me back with unfeigned enthusiasm. Her hands cupped my bottom and tugged my cunt against hers as she said, "You do that so great, Kathy, I - I really want to thank you." Then she kissed me again before I could say anything.




Kathy Likes Women Ch. 03



"I need to use the bathroom," she whispered. Then she was out from under me and off to the restroom, taking her panties with her. Sure enough, when she came out, she started getting dressed.

"Hey, you just going to leave a girl, needing to get off?" I demanded, justifiably outraged. She wouldn't meet my eyes as she buttoned her blouse, but at least she answered.

"I'm sorry; I really am, Kathy. But I really have to go now, I've already stayed longer than I meant to." Then 'Poof,' she was gone, literally running out of the room. I swore to myself then that I was going to make that girl eat my pussy, one way or another! I was really angry with her, and I started trying to think of a way...

(Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please drop me a note if you have a comment, and please don't forget to vote. - Pelios)



Kathy Likes Women Ch. 04



I finally got Sheila to eat me out, but it took some doing. First of all, there were two more visits where she came to ask me to eat her, and then she would split. I demanded explanations, but she would only say that she couldn't do That. After becoming more of a pest than I wanted to be, I finally got to the root of the matter, and I might of known that it had to do with an attitude that she'd copped about homosexuality. See, she wasn't queer as long as she didn't eat pussy, or even suck tits. But kissing and getting eaten out was okay. Good grief! The way people get through the day.

I got plenty irritated when talking it out didn't work; she was one stubborn bitch. I was also a little miffed about the fact that since I ate pussy, she considered me queer. I mean, I might be, I certainly do seem to like women, as much if not better than men, but that isn't the point. The point was she was looking down on Laura and me for doing something she wouldn't do but wanted us to do it to her. She was using us. Not that I minded that part, it was the looking down on us for being lesbians thingy...  

In fact, I would like to digress here a moment and say something about my feelings on exactly how I define myself. Slut is fair, and I also admit to being bisexual, manipulative, smarter than most and much dumber than I think I am, and a wiseass to boot. While I don't mind being called a lesbian, I don't particularly care to think of myself as gay. Gayness is to me a cultural thing. Go to a men's gay bar and hang out, or go to a lesbian bar and hang out – and it is easy to see what I mean.

Too many gays tend to see themselves as an "us versus them" type of group, and I don't see myself as standing against any particular thing or group. Of course all gays aren't like this, but many are. Many lesbians hate men, and many gay men hate women. I love men and I love women. I have met many gay men and women who will look you in the eye and say you aren't really one of us if you ever have relations with the other side. Lesbians strike me as slightly worse about this than gay men, but I admit that may be a limitation of my experience. 

All things being equal, I would probably choose to make love to woman instead of a man, but just because I prefer steak, I'm not giving up hot dogs or pork chops or whatever. And furthermore, one of the things that I have only rarely experienced is making love to woman and a man at the same time, and I LOVE to do that. Given that I have such strong feelings about the matter, I hope it is easier to understand my annoyance at Sheila and others who tend to way too casually categorize me.

But anyway, Sheila had a boyfriend named Derek, some stud on the tennis team, and that's how I finally got to her. He was the kind of guy that had a rambling eye (like me), so was really unsuitable for what she wanted him for anyway (marriage), but she wanted this dude, so I took him. It wasn't very hard, either. She was bargaining for a contract, and I wasn't suffering from any such limitations. First, I simply approached Derek and asked him if I could give him a blowjob. Few males say no to this question. Especially to a pretty blonde.

Soon, he was coming by every day for another quick suck-off. I did tease him just a little before letting him into my pants. I pretended that I got off fine to sucking dick but never wanted to be touched, which of course, gave him a terrible hunger for touching me. Gradually, I had the guy all but in love with me, and to tell the truth, he was kind of nice. The only reason that I couldn't take him too seriously was that he wasn't too bright, but evidently, Sheila considered that a plus. Still, Derek had a nice cock, and he really got off to putting it up my ass to come after fucking my cunt for a while, which endeared the boy to me. But I never lost sight of my original purpose. Finally, the day came when Sheila confronted me about him.

"You're fucking, Derek!" she accused me without preamble one evening. She'd been careful to come to our room when Laura was out on a date. Did she think we'd gang up on her?

"I'll drop him and leave you a clear field," I said candidly, "if you'll give me what I want." Actually, I felt terrible about doing this – it was definitely not me, but when I reminded myself about why I was doing it, and how many times Sheila had taken what Laura and I offered and then treated us like lepers... She had actually cold-shouldered us a few times in public if she was hanging with her sorority sisters.

Her lower lip quivered, and her dark eyes flashed as she breathed, "What the hell can you want? You've already got the man I want to marry!" She was gorgeous to me, standing there in tight jeans and a sweatshirt, the heavy dark ringlets of her hair all but obscuring her sullen face and thick, pouting lips. And she asks me what I want! It was like a mouse asking a cat what it wants.

Her body was stiff and resistant as I put my arms around her neck and pulled myself close to her, "I want you to treat me like a woman!" I said firmly, "I want you to love me the way you like me to love you. Then, I'll let Derek go, and you can fill the gap; it should be easy, if that's what you really want. Hell, I'll even help you catch him, and I can guarantee he will be yours again. And, um, some of his sexual techniques will be a little improved." Her eyes filled with tears and her body became more flexible. She let me kiss her cheeks and her neck. Her perfume made my head spin.

"It's hard for me, Kathy," she whispered, her arms reluctantly surrounding me. "I know that you've wanted me to, ah, reciprocate, and after all the good times that you've given me, God knows, you deserve it. And, I know that it would just be between you and me, but I'd know! If you want me to admit it, I will," she gulped and put her head on my shoulder, facing away from me so that I heard a muffled version of her sobbing words, "I'm even kind of attracted to you, and I'll admit that some part of me may even want to do go down on you. But I want to marry Derek, and I want to stay attracted to him. I want to be normal! You see? I'm afraid that, if I let myself get queer, I might lose my interest in him. I'd lose my chance for children and having a normal married life!"

Jeez! What a mixed-up kid! Like as if a little nooky would keep her from having children! I was wearing shorts and a tee-shirt. I stepped away from her and pulled my shirt over my head and shook my hair free. "Look at my tits," I commanded, reaching for her thick, black hair and pulling her head to my chest, "Now, while you're looking, touch them," I waited for her trembling hands to settle lightly on my breasts before I whispered in her ear, "Now, imagine his slick, wet cock sliding in and out of your pussy – really let yourself feel it." When I felt her hips move a bit, I said, "See? It still feels good even while you're making it with a chick. Believe, me, Sheila. Even if you learn to like going down on a girl, you'll still want Derek; it's like different, see? Did you give up chocolate when you discovered strawberry?"

She gave me a searching look. Her tears were gone, but her lower lip still trembled slightly, "Promise you'll help me get Derek back?"

"I promise; he'll be a better sexual partner, and when I'm through scaring him to death, he'll never run around on you again!" I assured her, and she gave my little breasts a squeeze and looked down at them.

"And if I decide that I like this?" Was that desire that I felt radiating from her hands?

"Honey, I swear! Goodness, Sheila, if you need my help to get a girlfriend, I'll help you out there, too. Meanwhile, my legs are open to you! Just lighten up girl. These are your college years. Live a little."

She looked back up at me with her soft, brown eyes, "I have to tell you that I've been seeing Laura, too, usually whenever you go out on a date. She's been very sweet about solving my horniness problem, but I've never touched her there, either. If I do this with you, will you want me to stop seeing her? I mean, I promise that I still won't mess with her, but I do get crazy-horny sometimes when you're not around."

"Of course, and I don't mind! Sheila, Laura and I share everything, and I mean everything. I know all about you two. Who do you think goes to her rescue after you make her horny then split? And you better start doing something for her, too! She's not going to stand for much more of your nonsense!"

"And if I don't like this?" she gave me a soulful look.

"Tell you what, do it for me, and like it or not, do it for Laura, too, when she comes in tonight; you owe her that much, too. Then you're free and clear to choose as you like, and you'll still get Derek. And we'll still eat you out whenever you want it. Deal? Well, I can't guarantee Laura, but I can guarantee me."

She laid her head on my chest and softly said, "Deal." I led her to the bed and slowly stripped her, caressing her curves with my fingers, eyes and lips. When I pulled down her panties and nuzzled her thin, black pubic hair with my nose, I could smell her arousal. "Want me to do you first, darling?" I muttered, more to her pussy than her head, at the same time slipping my gym shorts off.

She gave a little nod, then as she sat down on the edge of my bed, she sighed with relief as I spread her thighs with my face and gave her passion-puffed lips a soul-deep french kiss. Grasping her legs by the ankles, I lifted her knees and exposed her tight, brown little asshole. I gave it a few fiery little licks then lowered her legs enough to let her thighs rest on my shoulders while I got down to some serious pussy licking. She came pretty quick, clutching my head to her cunt and trying to keep from yelling out loud, so I figure she must have been even more aroused than I had thought. She was sure a juicy girl, and I loved that about her. Her pussy was pretty, too. I left her, still trembling, and stretched out beside her on the bed. She rolled over on me and kissed me and I had the feeling that she was savoring the smell of her own cunt juices still smeared around my mouth, something she hadn't done before. She'd never really given me a good kiss after I'd gone down on her! And like I said before, she is a strong smelling girl.

I pushed her head down to my breasts and enjoyed her suckling for a while before pushing her head further down my body. She put her hands on my thighs, and I spread myself to her. I ran my fingers through her thick, heavy, raven-black curls and locked my hands into fistfuls of sweet-smelling hair. Her eyes met mine, and she understood. I meant to fuck her face. I gave her a few moments to look at me and smell me, and then I pulled her head in. On the first contact, her lips spread and her tongue slid into my crack in a perfect french kiss. I mostly used her nose to tickle my clit, and she generously cooperated by thrusting her tongue down my vagina. After I got myself good and excited, I let her take over and worry my clit with her tongue. I came so sweet and good that I felt like there were snakes of pleasure swimming through my body caressing my insides with delight.

I had to make her stop when it started to tickle, and she crawled up my body and lay full length on me to kiss me. Her body felt good with her breasts pressed down on mine, and her kisses were passionate, her eyes full of love. "Well, what do you think about eating pussy," I asked when she finally let me catch my breath.

"It's very sexy down there, and you smell sexy, too, nicer than me, if fact. Do you want me to do it again?"

I reached down her back and put my hand in the crack of her ass, lightly touching her asshole with the tip of my finger, "Yeah," I breathed, "But let's do it together. I'll put a pillow under my butt, and you can be on top." In moments, I was arranged, and she was swinging her leg over my head. I felt her head sink between my thighs even as I slid my tongue into her oozing gash. I licked up and down giving an extra tickle lick or two every time I passed her little red clit, and I felt her trying to mirror my actions in concert. To make it easier for her, I raised my knees and wrapped my legs around her. There are things I like about the 69 position, and things I don't like. I loved feeling another girl's tits on my tummy, having her legs frame my head, and I sure loved kissing another girl's pussy while I come. The thing I don't like is neither of us gets to do a royal job of concentration on the task at hand, or complete concentration on receiving, for that matter. But the embracing sort of makes up for that. It is definitely the most romantic and loving position.

We were still gleefully tonguing each other's pussies when Laura walked in, back unexpectedly early from her date. I could tell by the way that Laura acted that it would have been a bad scene if we hadn't welcomed her intrusion right away. Laura was obviously jealous that I'd gotten Sheila to eat pussy before she did. But after Sheila had eaten Laura out while I licked Laura's willing ass, she decided to be cool about the whole thing. From that point on, I became distracted about Sheila, but mainly because I'd fallen in love with one of my teachers. Although, I still fucked with Sheila every chance I could get. But then, I fucked nearly anybody every chance I could get. And of course, I still made it with Laura all the time, even if I had to seduce her. Remember, by my selective definitions I am a slut!

The teacher was my history professor, Mrs. Candice Folsom. She was in her late twenties and married to a doctor, and a neurosurgeon at that! She was like a gigantic Norse goddess. She was gloriously tall, a good six feet, plus an inch or two, making my own five-seven seem short. She was one of the world's perfect people: beautiful, rich, intelligent and successful. She was as cool and unstoppable as an iceberg, always correct, always precise, and always in control of her situation. 

Yet, I thought I could detect a need in her, some corner of her still unfulfilled, and I wanted to be the one to fill that corner. Of course that might be wishful thinking. Her hair was Nordic blonde, nearly iceberg white; her eyes, large, blue and sincere with long blonde lashes that didn't need coloring to be visible. Her eyebrows were blonde, and so too was the hair on her forearms. Needless to say, I was dying to know if she was blonde below, as well, although I felt sure that she was. Her skin was smooth and white, and her lips were full, and she usually used red lipstick. 

She always wore the latest styles, but always the more formal, conservative versions. Her reading glasses were large beveled squares, but her tits were obviously large, whatever clothes she wore, and what you could see of her long legs was shapely and sweet, with lovely ripples of muscle when she moved. She always wore high heels, a bra and stockings, or panty hose; I could only tell which on those rare occasions when I got a peek up her dress, but her dresses were usually too long for a good look that high up. 

My first real opening with this ice goddess of a woman came one day when we were alone together in her office, discussing career goals and the future, etc. I had managed to steer the conversation around to the personal advantages of certain careers, "It must be very sexy, being a college teacher. What with the teacher assuming a sort of parental substitute type of role, half your students fall in love with you. It must be very rewarding to be adored!"

She laughed, "You're exaggerating the statistics! Being a college teacher is hardly in the same category as being a rock star! Although," she shrugged, "It does seem to happen at least every other semester." She giggled with her hand over her mouth, as if to stifle an urge to laugh out loud. "I've even had a few of my female students profess undying love for me. Of course, I let them all down as gently as I can."

This was the direction that I wanted the conversation to go! "Why not go ahead and have a fling with the adoring masses now and then?" I asked, "I think I would, if I was a teacher." I stated this positively, then added, "What was it that Blake said about stifling desire, that it would be better to murder an infant in its cradle?"

She gave me a lopsided grin, "Blake meant his own desires, Kathy, not those of his fans! Besides, like Blake was, I'm married, and as far as anyone knows, Blake didn't fool around."

"How would you feel if I told you that I wanted to kiss you," I asked, leaning forward over her desk and looking as beautiful as I could.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes." I got up from my chair and walked around her desk; I kneeled beside her chair and looked up at her wistfully, "Give me one good kiss to show me that you can ignore the desires of your adoring public." I gave her a sunny smile and tried to act like it was all a joke. It didn't work.

"Oh, my," she said faintly, "You are serious aren't you?"

"This is not a grade thing!" I assured her, "I'll even drop your course if you want me to, if only you'll give me one real kiss, then tell me that you have no desire to have sex with me." It was a long-shot sort of gamble, but I've found intellectuals easy to back into a corner, so I tried it.

But she was even cooler than I had expected her to be. She looked me over carefully then asked, "And how will you feel if I give you that kiss and then ask you to drop this nonsense, instead of my course?"

I put my hand on her knee, and though she gave it a glance, she didn't move it. "I'm willing to gamble on that possibility," I answered as sincerely as I could, "I'm not trying to interfere with your marriage, you know, I just want to have sex with you. Kiss me," I commanded and turned my face up to hers.

Slowly, she set her glasses on her desk and cupped my face in her hands. Her face filled my vision as she drew close and whispered, "Like this?" and she kissed me. Her lips parted, and her tongue slipped in my mouth like a darting fish, her fingers curling in my hair as the smell of her perfume filled my nose. I was so filled with love and desire that I nearly fainted. It was a long kiss, too. I was trembling with need when she sat back casually in her chair and put her glasses back on. She looked down at me and gently moved my hand off her knee. "Do you agree that we shared a good and fair kiss?" she asked.

"Oh yes!" I breathed enthusiastically and truthfully, thereby falling into my own trap.

"Then I must tell you that even after kissing you, I don't want to have sex with you, Kathy. So you needn't drop my course, only your attempts to seduce me. Agreed?" 

I was crushed. "You weren't excited at all by kissing me?" I asked, glumly returning to my chair on the other side of the desk.

"I didn't say that. And that wasn't in the terms of our agreement. The question was, would I want to have sex with you, and the answer is still, no." She took her glasses off again and softened her tone, "I don't want to have sex with anyone but my husband; that's the kind of marriage we have, and that's the way that I want it. I don't want to share him, so it wouldn't be fair for me to cheat on him. I hope you understand."

I did. She really didn't want to have sex with me, even if she thought it might be fun, and she hadn't even quite allowed me that much. This just wasn't a thing that I could fight. As I said, I was crushed! I got up to leave, and she stood up, too. The glasses stayed on her desk. She held out her hand. Blinking back tears of frustration and defeat, I clasped her hand with mine (God! I was so immature in college). "Okay," I conceded defeat, "You win, Ms. Folsom. I have to tell you that I still want you, and something awful, at that! But I won't make a pest of myself anymore. I like you too much not to respect the way you feel about your marriage. Your husband's a lucky guy!"




Kathy Likes Women Ch. 04



Still holding my hand, she stepped around the desk and moved close to me. Hoping she would kiss me goodbye, I raised my face. Still holding my hand, she took some tissue from a box on her desk and wiped her lipstick from my mouth. "Kathy, I'd kiss you again, but it would be too much of a challenge. If it makes you feel any better, it was the first time I ever kissed a woman, and it really was very nice. You are a fantastic kisser. And you can call me Candice, at least when we're alone." Then with a little squeeze, she let go of my hand and sat down behind her desk and picked up her glasses. I was being dismissed.

I put my hand on the doorknob, and as a parting joke, I asked, "Would it be okay to call you Candy? I mean, Candice is still so formal..."

"The day I change my mind about having sex with you," she grinned, "Then I'll let you call me Candy!" She shook her head with amusement at my persistence and turned her attention to grading a paper.

I sighed and started to turn the doorknob when, without looking up from her work, she added, "And Kathy, I can't help but feel that your class work in my course suffers somewhat for your constant attempts to look up my dress. In the hopes of removing this stumbling block to your higher education, I'll just tell you outright that, yes, I'm blonde all over. Now go!" 

I went. Blushing like I'd never blushed before. She'd known all along how I felt about her! I felt like such a fool! I felt like I was three feet tall and still wearing pigtails. I was just another of her female students being let down easy. Horror! Ugh! I wanted to die. Instead, I decided to orgasm in some self-indulgent manner. I went to Sheila, who, thank God, I found alone in her sorority-house room, doing her homework. "Calling in all favors; past, present and future!" I declared, slamming my books down on her desk.

Surprised, Sheila dropped her pen, "What's wrong, Kathy?" She could see that I'd been crying, and her voice was full of genuine concern. I couldn't help myself and threw myself on her shoulder and bawled like a baby. "Rejection pain," I finally managed to sniffle.

"Hmph, and after stealing my boyfriend to blackmail me!" She softened again and added, "And you came here because you want me to..."

"Do you mind?" I asked, "I mean, you said that you liked it okay, and like, I'm really in a need, see. Laura's gone out of town again and..."

"Let's go to your room, then. My roommate definitely wouldn't understand!" So we went to my room, and tossing my books on my desk, I reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down and kicked them away without removing my heels (I'd worn heels to seem taller to Ms. Folsom, but she still dwarfed me.) I leaned back against the wall and spread my legs, "Right here, right now," was all I said. She stepped close to me and moved, tentatively, to kiss me. I almost didn't let her; it wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want to share sex; I just wanted to take it. I let her lips touch mine briefly, and then turned my head, "Just eat me, bitch!" I snarled. I was half afraid of scaring her off, but my need was my NEED. I had to come, and I needed to humiliate someone in the process. I needed to get even for my loss, and Sheila owed me for all the times she'd pulled this shit on me. As it so often happens, things didn't go how I'd planned.

Oh, Sheila obediently dropped to her knees, all right, and she pushed my skirt up my legs to bare my pussy. But even her compliance was irritating, maybe because she was being too easy. I jerked my skirt up and flopped it over her head, and in the iciest tones that I could muster, I said, "I can look at your preppie, yuppie, cute, fucking face in the goddam halls! What I want is for you to use that face to fuck me and make me come. So do it! And it better be good!" I added with a growl. I was shocked to feel her panting so hard on my pussy that she was having trouble kissing me the right way! Hell, she was getting off on this treatment!

Well, I could fix that! I reached under my skirt, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head away from my cunt. "If you can't do any better than that, then you can practice on my ass!" I turned around and bent over, leaning on the wall with my back to her. I still had her by the hair and dragged her head to my ass. Now, I should explain that, although I'd gotten Sheila to eat pussy for the first time a few days ago, she still had no inclination to lick ass. She was so shy about it, in fact, that she didn't even like me to mess with hers too much. Sure, I'd gotten a few licks in, but every time I'd tried to give her a good rim job, she'd directed me firmly back to her pussy. I thought for sure that she would balk at licking my ass, then after trying to force her, I would relent and let her just lick my cunt. But, as I said, things weren't going my childish way that day.

She was breathing so hard that I worried that she might be asthmatic. Her fingers trembled as she spread the cheeks of my ass, and her kisses were infinitely tender and sweet. I sighed. So, the real Sheila comes out! A fucking masochist! "Tongue my asshole, you stuck-up sorority bitch!" I ordered, letting my temporary frustration slip me easily into the role of dominatrix, at least where our relationship was concerned. And it was a permanent change. But over the years, I think I've come to love it as much as she does. Whenever I feel really mean, or pissed off, I just call Sheila, and she drops what she is doing, leaves her husband and kids and comes running. She loves me. Yeah, she eventually married Derek and had kids. Once, I even had her come running when she was bloated with pregnancy and I even milked her tits dry!

Anyway, at the time, I made her rim and poke me with her tongue until I started to get excited myself. Then I leaned back against the wall and let her lick my cunt. When I did come, I was thinking of the delicious sweetness of Ms. Folsom's heady kiss and the fact that I'd actually put my hand on her knee! As the swirls and bubbles of orgasm filled me and carried me away, I did something that's hard to explain, in fact, I don't understand why I did it. As my orgasm finally started to fade, I peed right on Sheila's face, soaking her and her clothes with hot, salty sharp-smelling urine. I kicked her away and sat down in the chair and raised my skirt. "You can look at my cunt while you jack yourself off, Sheila. That's your reward."

Did she slap my face or beat me up like I deserved? Hell, no! She backed up against the wall, brushed her piss-soaked hair out of her eyes, pulled her panties off and squatting like a savage, jacked off while staring hungrily at my cunt. I relented and let her kiss it while she was actually coming. Then I had her lick the excess pee off my cunt and told her to swallow it. And she did, happily. Afterwards, she meekly asked for a shower and to borrow some clothes. From then until today, as I said, I own a love slave. She'll do anything that I tell her to do. I think she'd even kill for me!

After our shower, for I took one with her (made her do all the scrubbing, naturally), she asked me, with adoring eyes, what had put me in such a mood. I told her.

"That's a funny coincidence," she frowned, "I found out something about Dr. Folsom just today! By that I mean Mr. Dr. Folsom, of course. Do you know Mary Cantrell?"

I nodded; Mary was a senior in pre-law and top dog in Sheila's sorority. She was beautiful, born rich, and an aggressive, snobby bitch. Everybody knew that Mary Cantrell was going places! I hated her. But then too, I would have had sex with her in a heartbeat. Sex maniacs aren't complicated people if you just focus on the central drive.

"Yeah, well, Mary is sleeping with Bob, that's Candice's husband. Been doing it for a year or more, ever since he did some guest lecture for some course on medical law from the medical profession's point of view. Isn't that weird? I mean, who cares about the medical viewpoint, the whole issue was the price of insurance... and the ramifications..."

"Shut up, Sheila. Let me think!" I didn't know what to do! The woman of my dreams won't sleep with me because she wants to be faithful to a man who's boffing some rich-bitch coed! It wasn't fair! I mean, I couldn't tell Candice! She'd always hate me for telling her, and I sure as hell didn't want that! I realized that there was nothing that I could do, at least not directly. But if I didn't do something, their affair might end quietly, and my poor Candice would be none the wiser. She'd still be saying no to temptation, thinking that her asshole husband was doing the same. But then, if she found out, she'd be so very hurt, and I couldn't bear the thought of that. No, I finally decided, dully, there's nothing that I can do. Even if I had someone else tell her, it would still hurt her, and I just didn't want that to happen. Sometimes, I'm not only stupid, but naive as well. 

As it turned out, I didn't have to do anything. A couple of weeks later, Ms. Folsom missed two days of school. When she came back, she looked drawn and ill, sporting bags under her eyes, her normally brisk lecture voice was dull and apathetic, and when I walked by her podium on the way out of class, I could even smell body odor. She hadn't been bathing! Shocked, I went straight to her office and waited for her. When she came and unlocked the door to let us in, she hardly acknowledged my presence. She sat behind her desk and rubbed her face. Her hair was up in coiled braids, a way that I'd never seen her wear it.

"What do you want?" she asked without grace or preamble.

"To help," I said.

"Well, you can't help. So go away."

"I-I'm not rich, but if it's money, I do have about twelve thousand in the bank left from my scholarships this year. You can have it, Candice." It was the first time that I'd ever called her that.

She looked up at me, and I could see she was crying. "My husband's been unfaithful!" was all she said. She broke into heavy sobs and blew her nose from the box of Kleenex on her desk.

"I know."

That stopped her like a fist in the stomach. "You do?"

I nodded, "That sorority bitch, Cantrell. I can't understand it, Candice, and I'm sorry, that's all I can say. The man must be out of his mind!"

She was frozen, and when words came out, it was in a dull monotone, "He was arrested for propositioning an undercover police officer that was pretending to be a prostitute. I kicked him out of my house. I don't know anything about any Cantrell person." 

I gulped and turned as red as an embarrassed fire hydrant. My big mouth! I jumped up and tried to run, but a voice like a pistol shot, a voice not to be disobeyed, cracked, "Stop!" With a sigh of mortal dread, I sank back into my chair. Now, it was I, hiding my face in my hands.

She spoke slowly, each word a dagger into my heart, "Who is this sorority bitch Cantrell? How many people know about this?"

Tears sprang through my fingers, I'd never been so miserable. I didn't want to tell her this shit. She'd hate me forever! But the worse part was, I hurt for her, maybe even as much as she did. God! I loved that woman. I'd come to realize just how gentle she had been with me, down to and including the remark about her pubic hair. She'd been telling me, jack off if you want to, but I can't give you more than a mental picture to do it with. And I had used it, too, more than once.

I guess she finally noticed that I was bawling harder than she was, because her voice softened, "Okay, calm down, Kathy, and tell me about it." So, snot running down my face, I did. She handed me some Kleenex and asked me, "Did you know about this when we had our little scene here in the office?"

I shook my head, "No, but I found out later that day. And I don't know how many people know about it, but I heard about it from a friend who is in Mary's sorority, so I guess at least a few people there know."

"Why didn't you come to me?" She asked, but that started me crying again. She tried to calm me.

I laughed, and then I sobbed, "I don't know what-what's the matter with me, Ms. Folsom. I guess that I've been under more stress than I thought."

"Why didn't you come to me?" She asked again, but more gently.

So I tried to explain the mess to her, about how I hurt for her, about how I didn't want to hurt her and, "I guess I was selfish, too. I was afraid that you'd hold it against me for telling you. I know you don't want to sleep with me anyway, but I couldn't bare the thought of your hating me. Selfish, selfish, selfish! I'm really, really, sorry!" I wasn't sure what I was apologizing for, but I was sincere as I could be, and at least, she seemed to know it. "I realize now that I was just being a selfish little bitch, and I am so sorry, Candice!"

"You're being honest, Kathy. And right now, that means more to me than you can guess." I looked up at her, but she was looking out the window. She went on, "I'm going away for a few days. I've arranged for a substitute until I get back. We'll talk again." My momma didn't raise no dummies; I was being dismissed again. I rose slowly and opened the door. She didn't say another word. Didn't turn around. I left. And for the next few days, Sheila caught holy hell and loved every minute of it. Poor Sheila or lucky Sheila, however one wishes to look at it. She only wanted to be normal, but only abnormal people want to be normal. Normal people want to be abnormal. The sun crosses the sky, night comes, winds blow, cows shit where they stand and then step in it, and all people are fucked up to one degree or another. That's reality!

She was back in the middle of the next week, looking her normal, irresistibly gorgeous, ice-goddess self. At the end of class, she said, "Ms. Patterson, could you come to my office?" A few people shot me sympathetic glances, figuring that I was in trouble. I figured they were right. Not only I'd been the one to tell her about Mary Cantrell, but also she was probably mad at me for not telling her sooner. I was damned any way you looked at it. I climbed the stairs to her office slowly, giving her time to get there first. I knew how hanged men felt, marching to the gallows.

I sat down, and she spoke, "Maybe you'd better lock the door."

Was she going to murder me, or what? I got up and locked the door. "Kathy, I was a virgin when I got married. Do you understand that?" I guess my dimwitted facial expression was answer enough, "No? Well, let me put it this way then; Although, I'm nearly ten years older than you, I'm not a woman of experience." I'm sure my face was still as blank as my brain. Surely this was not how a murderer proceeded, but then how could we know? The victims are always too dead to testify.

She sighed, took her glasses off and leaned back in her chair, "I don't know how to do this, Kathy! Would you help me?"

"Candice," I said slowly, "I know that you have to put your life back together and go on. I'll help any way that I can." I must have said the right thing, because she looked relieved and even smiled.

"Any way that you can?" she asked me softly, "Then you can call me Candy from now on! Um, just when it's the two of us, of course." Duh! Slowly, it sank in as I remembered the condition for calling her Candy. I scrambled around the desk and sank to my knees at her feet. 

"Candy," I said, tasting the sound of it as she took my head in her hands like she had done before. "Kathy," she answered as her lips molded around mine. As our tongues touched, my hand slipped up her skirt and found bare flesh halfway up her thigh. It was stockings, not pantyhose! At least that was what she was wearing today! The thrill of it made me pause and savor the moment while her tongue massaged mine. God! She was a sexy kisser! My hand inched further up her leg and my fingertips lightly stroked the smooth surface of her panties and I could feel her pubic hair and her slit through the nylon. Instantly, she stopped kissing me with a little gasp. Her thighs tightened on my arm, and she drew away from me.

"Oh, Kathy!" she gasped, terror in her voice, "I'm so sorry; I really can't believe I did this..." Tears welled in her eyes as she saw herself as a pervert seducing a child. I could read her like a book now that I was back on my feet, um, as it were. But what do I do about what I was reading?

I got up and held her head against my tummy while she cried, and I made soothing noises. This wasn't going well! I decided that the only thing that would save me now was harshness, "That's okay," I crooned, "Make me feel like a stupid, awkward teenager again. It's okay; hurt me as much as you feel the need. I understand. Bob hurt you by being a faithless asshole, and I have only been a silly girl who wants to enjoy sex with you. It's only right that you ask me up here, then act like I wasn't woman enough to even distract you in your grief." My tone was still comforting, but the words were having an effect. She stopped crying.

"Oh no, Kathy," she gasped, "It's not like that!" Then she gave me a suspicious squint. Apparently my manipulations were too obvious. Ha, obvious! I only wanted her to stop crying and it had worked like a charm!

"Of course it is," I said softly, "You pretended that you wanted some honest sex, and then as soon as you get me stirred up, you snatch it away from me. Only, you should understand something. You're not hurting Bob; you're hurting someone who really cares about you, and you're hurting yourself. Okay, I don't know you well enough to claim I really love you. But I feel like I do, and that hardly qualifies me for a put down on my sexuality. So, I don't turn you on. When I put my hand up your dress, you cry instead of enjoying it. Isn't that what happened?" 

I pulled away from her and walked toward the door. I was being a deliberately callous little shit, hoping to shock her into perspective, and okay, I stooped to a little guilt tripping. Like she couldn't see through it – jeez, this is a painful memory for me! But like I said, at least she wasn't crying.

"Goodbye, Ms. Folsom. If you ever want a friend, just call me up. But I'm a sex maniac, not a masochist."

"Stop." she said softly and added with a little smile, "Please. I admit that I'm more in pieces than myself, if that makes any sense. But I didn't ask you up here to turn you down. Could we try one more time?"

I turned around and walked over to her and around her back. I put my hand on her shoulders and began to massage her. After her neck muscles began to relax, I said, "Maybe what you really want right now is just a good friend. I'm pretty flexible you know; I could be a lot of things to you; whatever you like."

She moaned with pleasure at my ministrations, and then giggled, "Well, I'll certainly be happy to consider you as my masseuse, although, sex maniac sounds more interesting." She let me relax her shoulders and neck for a few more seconds, and then she whispered, "What would a sex maniac do with a helplessly confused woman who needs an ego boost and an honestly good thrill? I mean, besides pitching a silly fit and trying to make me feel guilty?"

I let my hands glide over her shoulders and over her huge breasts. Lord, she was stacked! She was wearing a bra; I could feel its lacy texture beneath my palms as my hands kneaded her firm flesh. She moaned throatily, and I whispered in her ear, "Tell me about your sex life." I unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse.

"Nothing to tell," she said, bitterness creeping into her voice, "I was a virgin when I married Bob. And I was faithful. That time that I kissed you was the furthest I've ever strayed, and that was just to help you get over it, Bob was even amused when I told him about it. I-I guess that's why I asked you to... be with me. You're the closest, physically to me, other than Bob. And I'll never let him touch me again."




Kathy Likes Women Ch. 04



I slid my right hand under her bra and ran my fingers over the soft skin of her left breast, gently pinching the nipple between the roots of my fingers while my tongue flicked in her ear. Like everything else on this huge woman, her nipples were really big, too. She sighed, and her stockings rustled as she rubbed her thighs together. "Pull your dress up; I want to see your panties," I breathed in her ear, making her shiver. She hiked up her skirt, and my eyes feasted on the curved lines of her calf muscles, the sleek shiny look of her stockings, the swell of her plump thighs, the taught garter straps that gripped the tops of her flesh-toned stockings, and, of course, the lacy white vee of her panties, puffed out slightly by the containment of her pubic hair. Her nipple had grown hard and stiff between my fingers. 

I pulled my arm free of her clothing and pulled her head back for a deep-throated kiss. Slowly, I released her head and pulled my mouth away, moving around the chair, sinking to my knees. I gently raised one of her feet, took off her high heel and kissed her stocking-clad toes. Smelling the earth-animal aroma of nylons and feet. Still holding her leg, I kissed her ankle, her calf, her knee, and the upper edge of her stocking. I slowly lowered her leg and set her foot back on the floor. She slid her bottom to the edge of her chair and widened her knees, tentatively. I ran my hands over the surfaces of her elegant legs, squeezing the muscles of her calves and thighs, and then I leaned forward, kissing her legs, breathing in the faint coffee odor of her knees, the earthy-onion smell of stocking-covered thighs, and then further forward, my lips brushed the surface of her panties. Her hips trembled slightly. I breathed the panty odor; flesh permeated cotton, the infinitesimal astringent hint of urine, the soap she'd used (Zest evidently!), and overlaying it all, the dizzying, unmistakable aroma of an aroused human female! 

I pressed my lips gently against the crotch of her panties and breathed warm air through the material. Her hips shivered again, stronger this time. I trailed a slow lick up her panties, tracing my tongue lightly up her slit under the material. Her fingers moved through my hair and trailed lightly across my breasts as I rose and leaned over her to kiss her hungry mouth. As our lips clung and our tongues danced together, I put my left hand in her lap and rubbed her warm mound through her panties. Slowly, my fingers pried around the edge of her panties to divide and stroke the hot slash of her wet pussy. I pushed two fingers up her vagina and pumped her with my hand until she moaned into my mouth. I spread her juices over her clit and made tiny circles around it until her hips were pumping in the chair, her arms locked around me as she plied my mouth with feverish kisses.

With a tiny high-pitched cry like the call of some exotic bird, she stiffened and shivered, burying her face in my hair. Several times her quivering hips bucked as she gasped and panted into my ear, then oh so slowly her body relaxed, and I accordingly moved away from her clit, gently cupping her cunt in my hand and giving it light squeezes as the last echoes of her orgasm died away. At this stage of a woman's orgasm, even a tongue would seem abrasive to the hyper-sensitive clitoris, unless of course I had wanted to try and force multiple orgasms, but this didn't seem like the time or place for that. I was paying so much attention to what my hand was doing in her lap that I only belatedly noticed that she was sobbing into my shoulder, still holding me tightly with her arms. "There, there, darling," I soothed and took a shot in the dark, "I know it hurts, but the pain will pass." I had assumed that she was crying about her husband, but as it turned out, I was only half right.

She gently pushed me away and straightened her skirts, then pulled out a Kleenex, gently blew her nose, then pulled out another tissue to wipe her eyes and clean away her smeared lipstick. I was getting that damned 'dismissed' feeling again when she spoke, "I'm so sorry, Kathy, to behave this way; I can imagine what you must think of me, but I think I need to be alone now."

"That's alright, Candice," I began diplomatically, "The offer for friendship still stands; you're probably not really ready for a lover right now. But, I do want to thank you; I really got off to making you come, and I'm sorry if I was a little pushy about messing around." I stood up.

She stood up, too, and looked at me earnestly, "That's part of it, Kathy, but I have to be honest," Uh-oh, I thought, here it comes, then she said, "I enjoyed what you just did very much, but in the long run, I don't really think I'm cut out for this female to female business..."

I stepped closer and took her hands. I had to stop her before she made some declaration that she might later feel obliged to stick to like doctrine, "Hey," I interrupted gently, "Sex is just sex. Love is love, and none of that matters right now. I just want to be friends, okay? Now, why don't you just relax and go on with your life. In the mean time, think about having me over for dinner some evening. We'll get drunk, cuss men, crack jokes and see who can come up with the worst puns. Or maybe we could even get together with a couple of other girls and go camping or something. Just remember," I released her hands and turned to the door, "the next time you feel depressed, you've got friends out there who care about you. Call us up!"

I opened the door and as I stepped out, I heard her say softly, "Thanks, Kathy, thanks for everything."

I stuck my head in the door, gave her an encouraging wink and left, not trusting myself with her for another moment. I was so angry at the failure of my seduction that I could have bit nails in two, and I was so horny that I seriously contemplated stopping in one of the restrooms to relieve myself, rather than waiting until I got back to the dorm. But, I decided to head on, after all, I didn't want to just come; I wanted a partner. 

But when I got back to the room, I found our 'out to lunch' sign hanging on the doorknob. This was the signal that Laura and I used to let the other know that sex was going on inside, and intrusion probably wouldn't be welcome. I groaned, feeling pretty stung. This was a rule we made up the first day, before we became aware that boys weren't allowed into this dorm anyway. We'd never used the sign because the only people we had sex with here was each other and maybe Sheila. Could she be mad at me for pursuing Candice? That didn't seem likely, both of us had agreed that even though we loved each other this wasn't a couple kind of thing, besides, Laura still planned on getting married and having kids. Who could it be? It had to be a girl. I looked at my watch. Two in the afternoon, and I knew she had a class at three, so this had to break up soon. I decided to hang around and see who came out. 

I walked down the hall and sat down by the water fountain and cracked a book like I was studying. From here, I could peek behind the fountain and see our door. I felt bad about spying on Laura, but maybe it was a kind of secret that Laura really wouldn't want me to know about. And after all, I had walked in on her and Sheila that first time – I had never really asked Laura how that had come about, and she had never mentioned it. I didn't have long to wait, and I have to admit, I was really surprised. It was Denise Dominguez, a freshman that was a new member of Sheila's sorority. She was pretty, medium height and very shapely with the color of skin like coffee with maybe three little cream cups added. She had dimples, too, deeper than Laura's and about like mine. Dimples made for an engaging smile, and she sure had one with large pure white teeth. 

She was in my English class, was from Jamaica and had a lovely musical accent and large, very dark eyes. Her black hair was straightened and looked soft. Or maybe it wasn't straightened; she obviously had Spanish blood, complete with an almost roman nose. Come to think of it, I wasn't really sure what race she was, but she was sure exotic looking. I had talked to her once or twice and liked her, but didn't give it much thought because of her sorority. The rich girls just didn't hang around my dorm as a rule, of course Sheila was an exception, but I didn't know how Laura got her here either! I got up and went to the room. So what was it with Laura and that particular sorority?

I got back to the room and Laura was putting her books together for class. She practically beamed at me, "Ever since you first seduced me, I have been wanting to do that to another girl myself, and you'll never guess who I just had sex with!"

"Denise. I saw her leave. Sorry, but I was so curious I was spying on you from down the hall. What is it with you and that sorority, anyway?" Laura was still beaming, so I guess she wasn't mad at me about the spying.

"Nothing with the sorority exactly, except my mom was a member of that sorority. That's why Sheila came to talk to me, to let me know I could automatically join if I wanted. I didn't because my mom told me it caused her to waste too much of her time... Oh never mind all that; do you want to hear about it? I gotta leave for class pretty soon."

I shrugged, "What I really want is some hard sex, but since there isn't time for that, go ahead and tell me about Denise."

Laura winced, "Another bad day with Candice, huh?" I nodded and waved her to go on, "Okay, so after my history class – Denise is in there with me, we stopped to talk outside about this upcoming test next week. She happened to mention that she really felt like smoking a joint, and I told her that I had never done that before. Long story short, we came up here and opened the window and smoked some and I got kinda dizzy and we started talking. I thanked her for giving me a first, and since she was new in this country, was there anything I could do to return the favor and give her a first. She said she had never had sex with a white boy and did I know any good ones. I admitted I knew a few, but no one I'd recommend to an enemy much less a friend, and that is when I had the idea." 

Laura beamed and continued, "First, I promised her that the first guy I ran across who knew what he was doing, I would introduce her, then I said that I could give her another kind of first in sex, then asked her if she would like a naked white girl to eat her pussy. She said that she'd never done it with a girl of any color, but yeah that might be pretty cool as an experiment, so I started taking my clothes off. She seemed pretty entertained by seeing me naked, so I kneeled down in front of her and started pulling her panties off. She seemed a little stoned and was giggling about me doing it 'just like that', and I said, yeah, but I wanted it to be a treat to remember, and then I did it, just licked her pussy until she came. It was a blast! Then I apologized that I only had time for a quickie because I had to dress for class now. She put her panties on and left after giving me a kiss. Right before she left, she told me it was the most unusual first she had ever had."

"Honey, you have hidden depths of soul that I never guessed! Congratulations!" I said warmly, and meant every word of it.

Laura picked up her books and headed for the door, "I'm really sorry I can't help you out right now, but if you can wait until later... Oh, I know!" Laura suddenly beamed again, Denise said she was going for coffee in the quad when she left, I bet you could go there and pick her up! You're the best seductress in the universe, and I suspect that she may have been a little disappointed at my being in a rush."

I waved and smiled as she shot out the door. I didn't feel like a seductress after my failure with Candice, but then maybe this was just what I needed, not just to make me feel better, but maybe restore a little of my bruised ego. And maybe I needed a first too. I grinned to myself, after all, I had never had sex with a black girl, or whatever Denise was. I found Denise in the coffee shop as Laura had said. She really was a pretty girl, and the thickness of her lips made her look like a really dreamy kisser. I looked into her dark brown eyes that were looking at me questioningly and sat down across from her. "Hi, Denise, Laura told me I might catch you here."

"That's right, you're in my English class, and you're Laura's roommate, Kathy, right?" I nodded and she continued, "So what brings you to catch me, girl? I hope it's not because you are upset about something." She raised a dark eyebrow and looked at me coolly. 

I had to giggle, suddenly seeing me charge up from her point of view, "Maybe just a little jealous of Laura, if that's what you mean," I answered, "After all, you are a very attractive woman. And don't worry that Laura told me; we share everything. She isn't a blabbermouth."

She snorted and had to set down her coffee and cough a couple of times. I think something I said made coffee go up her nose. She was grinning when she recovered, "My mama always said that white people were crazy, but entertaining, and I can see it's true. I thought I couldn't be more surprised about anything after what your friend did, but somehow I think you may be goin' to be even crazier. What do you want of me, girl, that you had to catch me?" She asked again.

"I think you know what I want," I said easily, "But tell me first, what did you think of what happened?"

Denise shook her head, grinning, "It's one thing to talk of such things while smokin' a split, but here?" she glanced around the busy coffee shop.

"Then let's head back to my place," I suggested, "We can talk as we walk, or you can wait until we get there, and you can smoke if you like. It can't hurt to talk and it will give you at least one more crazy white girl story!" I gave her my friendliest grin then added with a lifted eyebrow, "And I'm not in a hurry at all; I got all afternoon."

She nodded and we got up. It is hard to tell with most dark skinned people, but maybe it was because she wasn't very dark, but I was pretty sure that she was blushing. We walked a ways in comfortable silence, then when we were about half way back to the room, she casually began to explain, "Back on the islands, the boys are very charming, very nice, but they don't like rubbers much, and most of the girls don't take pills. Aids is a real problem there, so even if sex doesn't kill you, you're sure to be having the babies by the time you are fourteen or fifteen. But my mama wasn't having that for me, and she talked to me about it all the time, and I listened. So I only had sex with a few boys, and only if they was packin' the skin, ya know!" She gave me a sideways glance; "The boys would always say that white men weren't good lovers, so I was curious, see."

I knew I was supposed to ask about Laura again, but instead I just said, "Makes perfect sense to me." And I smiled at her.

She grinned back, knowing that I was being patient, "Honestly? The thought had never entered my mind before. But I try to keep an open mind, and she was very nice to me. She was pretty, too." She gave me another sideways glance as if to say 'your turn.' But we were entering the building and there were people around, so I just suggested that we could talk upstairs.

As we walked in, I locked the door and opened the window to vent smoke, told her to make herself comfortable and fetched a couple of beers out of our mini-fridge. She sat on my bed and I sat across from her on Laura's bed. I took a pad, scribbled some things on it and handed it to her. "That is Martin's phone number. He's kind of a handsome guy, really nice, and he has a nice dick, seven or eight inches. I can set up a meeting for you tonight at a bar if you prefer to be more natural. He has sex manners, that one; makes sure you come first, and even though he doesn't last long the first round, the second and third are worth a poem."

She was rolling a joint and had to stop to giggle, "And what's wrong with him?"

I knew she really meant, 'why didn't I want him' so I answered, "He's fun but looking for a steady, you know? And I want to stay loose for quite a while, maybe permanently, I'm not really sure, yet. But I am sure he could satisfy your curiosity about white boys in a very pleasurable way."

She lit the doobie, took a drag, and then handed it to me. I took my token puff and handed it back. She took another deep drag and offered it back to me. I shook my head, "No thanks, I like a really clear head, and it's not like I need to relax," I said, leaning back, languidly crossing my legs, an operation her eyes followed closely, and I was sure looking at hers. She had nice legs, slim like many black girls but with nice, richly rounded calves with a very gradual taper to her slim ankles. Legs like that were unusual in a black girl, but common enough with Hispanics. With most Afro American girls, even if they have a large upper calf, it usually slimmed too quickly to be the kind of shape mine were, and Denise's legs looked more like mine and Laura's. I was a sucker for big graceful calves in men or women. Although I have rarely seen any woman of any race who I didn't think had lovely legs, unless the legs were just too skinny.

She took another deep drag, "I thank you very much for Martin, Kathy, but I'm not too relaxed yet, because I think you want to fuck me. Is that why you really brought me here Kathy?" Her voice and smile were friendly, and she didn't look nervous. But I knew she had to be.

I blinked and feigned surprise as I leaned forward and whispered, "Of course I'm going try very hard to fuck you, you pretty, sexy girl!" I grinned and added, "I think you like what Laura did very, very much. Isn't that true?"

She grinned back; "It was finer than the finest morning on the most beautiful day that ever dawned over Kingston town!" Then she laughed, took another drag, and let it out. She looked down, maybe being shy, but probably also sneaking a peak at my legs which I was now uncrossing, and added, "It's true, I liked it very much." She laid down the remainder of the joint in the ashtray and took a good swallow of beer. Then she set the beer down as I moved over and sat down beside her, putting an arm around her.

"I also think that you were a little shocked at the whole thing going so fast, and I think you wanted more time to look at a naked girl, and I think you know I'm going to give you everything and anything you want." And I kissed her, softly. She really did have the most soft and luscious lips, and when I opened my mouth, she opened hers, and I found her tongue wonderfully soft as well with a smoky flavor from the joint. I made it a long kiss, and then whispered, "I like kissing you, Denise."

"Me too," she said, "Maybe we could just do this a while?"

I answered her with a kiss, and we kissed quite a while. Sometimes it was teasing little kisses with rare but poignant flicks of tongue, sometimes it was deep french soul kissing, we would take turns letting the other take the lead. During all this, we kept our hands in safe areas, but there was embracing and a very thorough mutual exploring of every thing above the waist other than breasts. Finally, when we were both starting to breathe pretty heavily, I gave her what the Tantric masters call the kiss of love, at least according to a cheesy paperback with illustrations that I bought in a New Age Bookstore. 

I bit her upper lip between my upper teeth and my tongue the slid my tongue up as high as it would go above her front teeth, while caressing the tender gums there. I held the kiss for several minutes, moving my hands slowly over her breasts, then her legs, really taking my time. I could tell she was very ready to take it to the next level, so I broke the kiss and asked her how she would like to proceed.




Kathy Likes Women Ch. 04



She smiled, "I want to see you naked, and I want you to see me naked. Then we can just let it happen."

I turned my back to her so she could unzip me. By coincidence, we were both wearing simple dresses and sandals, although her dress was brightly colored and I was wearing a pastel green. I unzipped her, and we laid out our dresses on a chair, kicked off our shoes and faced each other wearing bras and panties. Her panties had a damp patch, and I knew mine did too. She reached around me and unfastened my bra while I did the same to her. We pulled off our bras and looked at each other's breasts.

Her nipples and areolas were darker than the skin on the globes of her breasts. Her breasts as a whole were smaller than mine and quite perfectly round, and I thought, very lovely. Her nipples were small, about pencil eraser size and rounded on the tips, but the surrounding areolas were closer to the size of a silver dollar. She seemed fascinated by my breasts as well. She used her fingertips to trace over them, lightly brushing my golden brown nipples, which of course made them harder. My nipples were not quite as big as a dime in circumference and flat on top, like a little cylinder, but they grew quite a bit longer and a little bigger around when I am aroused, and they were already jutting out nearly half an inch. Maybe it was because my nipples were so much larger than hers, but she was really staring at them.

"Suck them," I suggested in a whisper. And that appeared to be what she wanted to do. I hugged her and ran my hands over her back as her lips closed over one nipple, and she moaned softly while sucking it. I gasped as she sucked harder on it, then nipped it with her teeth. Then she moved over to give my other nipple the same treatment. My nipples are so sensitive that when a hot wet mouth sucks and nibbles on them, it's like there is a wire that runs down to my clit so that I tingle down there at the same time. And by now, my pussy was clanging like a fire alarm. We pulled down each other's panties.

Her dark triangle was very thick, but like mine had been pressed flat by panties. As we rose I gave her breasts the same attention that she had given mine, and I was please by how much her nipples swelled after being sucked and nibbled. As I straightened, we kissed again, a slow romantic kiss only slightly spoiled by our heavy breathing. Then she whispered in my ear, "Your friend, she did a strange thing to me."

"What?" I whispered back.

"While she was licking me down there, she licked my asshole, too!" she whispered softly. I couldn't tell much tone from a whisper and had no clue from what she said how she had felt about it.

"Yes," I breathed in her ear, and she shivered, "Did you like it?"

She kissed my ear and darted a tongue inside which made me shiver too, then she whispered very softly, "I don't know. It was so strange, but I think so."

I kissed and tongued her ear and whispered, "I would love to do that to you, until you decide what you think," I could feel her hands grasp the cheeks of my bottom tightly, then I whispered, "But didn't you want to look at me first. How do you want me?"

She pulled back from me a bit and smiled, "Just spread your legs and stand there."

I did, and she started at my shoulders, running her hands over me, looking at me intently, then my breasts, and my tummy. Then she knelt on her knees and looked at my feet, stroked them, then my legs, still stroking me, and finally my pussy. She touched it, ran her fingers through my pubic hair, fluffing it, and then she crouched and spread my lips and looked up inside me. Then she crawled through my legs and began examining me from the rear. Hands stroking my calves, then my thighs, she was letting me know where her eyes were with her hands, I guess. She spread my bottom and took a while there, and gave me a soft kiss on each cheek before she stood while rubbing my back gently.

"Thank you, Kathy," she said almost reverently. I turned around and we kissed, standing with our bodies pressed together. It felt really good, holding her against me, and I knew she was aroused as I was.

I whispered in her ear, "Do you want to lick my pussy, Denise?"

"Oh yes! I am most curious," she moaned softly, "But lie down please, and close your eyes." Then she added with a whisper, "I don't want you to watch me."

It didn't surprise me that she felt a little self-conscious about going down on a girl for the first time, so I lied down on my bed, spread my legs and closed my eyes. I felt her lie down between my legs and use her fingers to spread my pussy again, but she didn't look at me too long before she began to kiss me there. First she kissed all over the outside, and then began french-kissing inside my lower lips. I sighed my joy and raised my knees. I felt her explore me slowly using her lips and tongue, and she was very thorough. I moaned a little as she deep-tongued my vagina, and was really surprised to receive several slow delicate, but very deliberate licks at my asshole. I rewarded that with a little shudder of ecstasy, and then she moved up to french and lick at my clit. By now I was so hot that I came quickly and easily, although it lasted quite a long time, and I kept my hands on her head, pressing her down there until I had all that I could stand. 

She grinned as she crawled up beside me, "How did I do for a beginner-girl?"

"You did great!" I laughed, "You ready for me to return the favor?"

She answered by kissing me, and believe me, tasting and smelling my pussy on those thick, soft lips was a very great pleasure. I shimmied down to her waist and spread her round, smooth thighs. Her pubic hair was thick, very curly and crinkly. I spread her lips and was surprised to see that the outside edges of her inner lips were black and the inside of the petals and the rest of the insides were a delicate pink. The girl had some smell but very little, and she was obviously very sensitive as my tongue explored all the inner folds of her sweet treasure. Her hood was long and small and no clit was in evidence, so it was hidden in the hood. A little experimentation revealed its location by trial and error.

I moved on then because I knew she was curious about anal sex, and after a few deep thrusts in her vagina, I planned to move down to her bottom, but my tongue was still in her vagina when she exclaimed, "My God, girl! You have huge tongue! I've had smaller dicks in there!" Naturally, I gathered she liked it, so I gave her a dozen more thrusts as deep as I could. She obliged me by raising her knees giving me even better access. I loved the way that her calves flattened against her thighs when she did this; it made her calves look even bigger. Sometimes I wonder which of my fetishes seems the strongest – I have so many: muscular calves, freckled legs, tanned tummies, depressions in hips, playing with girls' asses, having my ass played with, the aroma of pussy, and so many others. But I think muscular or even just large calves are high on my list. Even if a woman is otherwise homely, if she has big calves, I want to have sex with her. 

Her asshole was a very dark color, almost grayish black, but was very obviously clean and odorless, although there was still that mysterious, slight hint of a metallic taste. I spent a lot of time lapping around it, and then licking it very lightly. Then I would lap at it, press with the flat of my tongue and break the suction created, and I did this over and over, getting her more and more used to the idea. She began to respond at this point by moaning and hugging her knees to her chest. Only then did I begin giving her light, shallow penetrations with the tip of my tongue. I knew my tongue was unusually long and pretty thick at the base, so I was always careful to proceed by degrees.

I kept this up until she moaned; "More please!" Then I began delving gradually deeper and deeper. I was only able to thrust so deep however, because she hadn't quite gotten the idea of loosening her own sphincter rhythmically. I decided she was hot enough at this point to proceed with an orgasm, so I moved back up to massage her little hood while using my fingers, to penetrate her vagina. I fucked and sucked her until she was whooping with glee and hugging my head to her hips with her sexy calves.

I crawled back up Denise's body and we kissed and chatted awhile. Then we started kissing more seriously and used our fingers on each other while kissing and brought each other to climax. It is one thing to just say that, but it was very poetic in the happening. Our bodies were pressed warmly together, legs cocked, exchanging kisses from languid to passionate while massaging each other's clits with our fingers. We were in no hurry and this took quite a while to complete to orgasm, but it was beautiful, romantic and deeply satisfying. So we took a shower together, and then did it all over again. We were still going at it when Laura came in that evening, and the rest of the night was spent in a loving threesome – which is something of a challenge with two single beds. But we resolved that by pushing the beds together.

As it turned out, Denise and Martin hit it off pretty famously, so I didn't see much of her after that. I always wondered if she kept a girlfriend, or just put that part of her past behind her. I suspect a lot of girls do that after college.

Of course, I still wondered if I was ever going to get where I wanted to go with Candice. I sure still wanted to put my face between those long, powerful Viking legs!

(Author's note: Thanks so much for the encouraging emails and votes. Chronicling Kathy really is a lot of work, though, so if you want more, please encourage me with comments, suggestions, and above all, remember to vote!

Thanks – Pelios.)



Kathy Likes Women Ch. 05



A week later, Candice asked me to stay after class then invited me to go with her to an Ingmar Bergman movie. I gagged at the title, but cheerfully said, sure. We had a good time, and it was the first of many such good times; movies, plays, art shows, and once even a cocktail party. Of course, I willfully restrained all my sexual impulses and made no advances. She didn't make any either. We still kissed, usually just a peck for hello, and a brief real kiss for good-bye. We hadn't discussed rules but they were there. 

Tongues could touch on a goodbye kiss, but only a quick lick or two. I had the feeling that this was a concession on her part to sooth my sexual pride, not because she wanted to french with me. But we became very close friends, and our get-togethers didn't decrease in number, even when she started dating this handsome dentist. I didn't like him, but didn't say so, putting my own feelings down to natural jealousy, although there was just something snaky about him. But I turned out to be right about the schmuck - Alfred was his name.

We'd been friends for about four months when Candice's divorce came through, and it was that week that she started sleeping with Alfred. I only got to see her once that week. The following week, she found out that he was married and promptly dumped him. I could have killed the jerk. Now Candice was all disgusted and hurt again, and I hurt for her. About two weeks after that, she had me over for dinner, and I decided that the time was ripe for me to make my move. She was down on men again, and I figured that she'd probably give in, because she trusted me, if for no other reason. I was right, too, but it wasn't at all easy.

She had said to dress comfortable, so I did. I arrived with two bottles of wine, a carefully selected DVD and wearing a sweatshirt, cut-offs, and tennis shoes - no underwear or socks. I did wear light makeup, a gold bracelet on my left ankle that contrasted nicely with my tan, a lingering touch of perfume and a pink, cherry-flavored lip-gloss. Her idea of comfortable turned out to be a beige pullover blouse, a yellow cotton skirt and bare feet. 

At least she was barefoot; that was a good sign, although it would have been a better one if she'd been wearing nail polish. I could tell she was wearing panties, because I could see their outline through the soft material of her pastel skirt, but for once, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her big nipples seemed to push impatiently at the beige blouse. I set down my stuff on her kitchen table while she locked and chained the front door of her house - she always did that.

"You and your suntan and short shorts!" She chuckled, giving me a warm hug and the hello peck on the lips, "It's a wonder you got here without getting raped!"

"Do you really think I look sexy?" We still had our arms around each other, so I hugged her tighter, her big breasts pushing against my shoulders, "Then give me a real welcoming kiss to show me that you love me!"

She laughed and arched her neck to touch her nose to mine, looking directly into my eyes from inches away, "You blackmailing little minx! You know I love you; you're the best friend that I have, Kathy Patterson!" God! She was so tall! And I was tall for a female, but she made me feel short.

I started to say 'prove it,' but instead, I put one hand on the back of her neck and gently drew her lips to mine. Our waxed lips touched and melted together and she opened her mouth to me and let my tongue lightly tingle against the tip of hers. The kiss took all the breath out of me, and I'd have been willing to stand there until my legs collapsed, but all too soon, she pushed me away with a grin and a waggling finger of admonishment, "Now, now, my sweet sex-maniac! You're trying to tempt me into sin again!" I laughed and we worked together fixing supper.

After dinner, as we sat together side by side on the couch, sipping rum & cokes and watching the video that I had brought, I tried to plan my next move. The film was an Italian romantic comedy, genuinely funny, but with lots of really racy scenes, including one scene near the end that had this chick that was tired of men and trying out a woman. In the end, she gets her man, and her and her new girlfriend are giving each other a wink, insinuating that they were going to have fun together whether the marriage worked out or not. So, the guy was obviously going to have to perform well or lose out all together.

Instead of taking the message 'as is,' Candice kept giving me sideways looks as if to say, 'Give me a break. I know what you're up to!' After the movie, she switched over to MTV. "Hey!" I declared, "You've got to admit that it was funny, and the message was valid for all of that!"

She grinned, "I'll admit that you're the most persistent cuss in the universe, that's what I'll admit!"

When she set the remote control back on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch, I touched her leg lightly on her right knee; I was sitting beside her on her right, and her feet were propped up on the coffee table. "Think about it, Candy. You don't have to give up men. You don't have to change your lifestyle. You only have to give up one thing!"

She gave me another sideways look with a little smile, "Okay, what would I have to give up?"

"The lack of a good sex life," I murmured as I leaned my head over one of her enormous breasts and nipped the nipple through the cloth with my teeth. She jumped, glaring at me.

"Now cut it out, Kathy! I don't want to go that way!" A tear glistened in her eye, "I've been hurt enough lately! Do you think that I want to give up my dearest friend to another transitory love relationship? Hell, no, I don't!"

I moved close to her face and breathed my words into her mouth, "I'm not asking for you to give up anything at all. I love you, Candy, and I want to go on being your friend. But I want to eat your pussy, too. Are you afraid to eat mine? Is that what's bothering you?" I had thought of Sheila; maybe Candice was just afraid of giving.

Almost unconsciously, her eyes strayed to my lap before they snapped back to mine, and she answered, "I guess that's part of it. I already know that I want to make you happy, because I love you, but when I think about doing it with you, it seems weird. Unnatural." She shrugged helplessly, "Even if I wanted to be a lesbian. Don't you see? You are the most stable thing in my life, and I don't want to jeopardize that! You're the last person that I'd want as a lover. I lose lovers!"

"Now let's face facts," I said sternly, "You haven't lost any lovers. You have just rejected a couple because they wouldn't fit in the mold that you've cast for them. You picked a couple of jerks and tried to make them into Mr. Right. And now you're trying to fit me into some kind of definition for a friend. Listen, I fuck my friends, male and female. I don't have any lovers - not the way you think of it. Really, Candy, you need to loosen up and quit trying to make the world fit into your preconceptions. You're missing a lot of interesting scenery. Your missing Life! If you want to wait for Mr. Right, fine! Maybe he'll even show up – just wait and don't push it. But you don't need to be chaste and bored in the interim!"

I put my hands on her face and gazed earnestly into her bright blue eyes, "I'll always be your friend. If we screw around, and Mr. Right comes along, and you want to be Mrs. Right, that's okay. We can quit screwing around, but we'll still be friends. I'm talking about sex for fun between people who love each other. I'm not asking you to marry me, but I do love you, Candy!" I kissed her firmly, and though I opened her mouth slightly with mine, I didn't slip her the tongue, hoping that she'd do the honors. 

She did, timorously, with a couple of brief licks in my mouth. Then I kissed her eyelids and her forehead, and then her ear. I gave her a quick, spine-tingling lick in the ear and whispered, "C'mon! Just let me play with your body a little bit, Candy. It'll be fun!" I gave her ear a slower lick.

She giggled, "Just a little?"

I bit her lower lip. "Would it turn you on if I took my shirt off? Would you like to see my breasts?"

"No," she blushed, "I mean, I don't know. I'm not sure."

I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and shook my hair back into place. Her eyes darted back and forth between my face and chest, her blush deepening slightly as her eyes settled on my breasts in fascination. My tits weren't as big as hers, but I'd achieved a good medium size, and their flesh was firm, pushing proudly outward. I had slight bikini marks, despite the fact that I sunbathe nude when I get the chance, but most trips to the beach involve wearing the suit, at least that is true of Texas. 

My nipples were very light brown pegs with flat tops and when very aroused, my areolas were only a slightly darker shade of tan and my nipples are a good 3/4-inch long. I have a cute mole on one breast that serves as a perfect beauty mark - all in all, I'm proud of my tits. They're pretty. "It feels good when you look at my breasts, Candy. Really nice!"

"Really?" She licked her lips nervously and glanced at my face to see if I was teasing her.

"Yes."

I leaned forward and kissed her slowly, waiting for her to respond. This time her kiss was stronger, more forceful. "You liked what I did in your office that day. Remember?"

"Yeah," she grinned, "Even though I kind of regretted it as an indiscretion on my part, I have to admit that I liked it. A lot."

"Can I take your blouse off?"

"No!" she laughed, "and I wish you'd put yours back on! I feel nervous enough without adding to the tension."

"Chicken! If you don't let me take your blouse off, I'll take off my shorts; I really will!" I breathed, unsnapping the button on my cut-offs.

She laughed again while giving me a critical eye and taking a gulp from her drink, all at the same time. I thought she'd choke; she was so nervous. I kissed her gently on the cheek, then the chin. I kissed her mouth and our tongues touched at once in a hot slick, electrical caress, the breath from her nose making quick pants on my cheek. 

My hands moved up her sides, raising her blouse over her breasts, and her arms raised enough to encircle my neck. I moved closer as we kissed and gradually pressed my breasts against hers. She gasped at the sweet warmth of it. Still kissing her, I moved my right leg over her hips and straddled her lap. "Raise your arms," I commanded between kisses. 

She murmured, "No," but didn't stop kissing me. I reached one hand down between our bellies and pulled down the zipper of my shorts.

At the zipping noise, she giggled and said, "Okay, already!" and raised her arms over her head while I pulled her blouse away, revealing my first sight of her large, white Scandinavian breasts. The woman could have been a porn star! Her skin was milky white and untanned, her nipples and aureolae a rosy pink. Despite their size, her round breasts jutted out aggressively, practically arrogantly!

"God! What gorgeous tits!" I breathed, touching them lightly with my fingertips, hefting their weight in my palms, and delicately tweaking her soft nipples into bold, rubbery erections. "See, doesn't it feel nice when someone looks at your breasts with love in their heart and lust in their loins?"

"It feels nice when you touch them, too," she replied in a slightly choked voice as her arms snaked about my neck. But she didn't pull me to her for a kiss; she'd evidently decided to let me play with her tits, probably hoping to appease me. I knew she really did love me, though, and I was going to make her prove it! I placed my palms over her nipples and gently squeezed her breasts, moving my head forward, closer to her face. 

She came forward to meet me, and our mouths met and opened. While our tongues danced together, I smoothed my hands up her chest and encircled her neck with my arms, bringing our breasts warmly together again. We both sighed with the feel of it. I used my weight to bear her over backwards so that I was lying on top of her on the couch. I managed to wriggle between her legs, too, so that we were lying pussy-to-pussy and still kissing.

"God, you make me so horny, Candy!" I breathed in her ear, "I want to fuck you. I want to eat you, Candy. I need you to touch me. I need it!" I ground my pussy into her hips, rubbing at hers.

"No, Kathy," she shook her head in protest, "We mustn't. Please, I have to keep at least one friend!" But, perhaps with a mind of their own, her legs spread a little to fit us together better, so my pussy could press more firmly against hers. At that moment, I hated my cut-offs as much as I hated her skirt. 

Still, making the most of the position that I could, I ground my hips in circles, into her. I nipped her lower lip with my teeth, my breasts pressing against hers. "Take your panties off," I demanded, snaking my tongue in and out of her mouth.

"No, please," she moaned. I raised myself on my knees, and cradling her head in my hands, I pressed my left nipple to her mouth. Her lips closed gently on my little tan-colored knob, and I felt the sharper heat of her tongue tickle the tip.

"Do you like my breasts?" I whispered, and in response, she sucked harder and moaned deep in her throat. She kissed and sucked at my right nipple then rubbed her face over the surface of both my breasts, her eyes closed as she kissed, licked and nuzzled in my soft flesh. I raised her chin and fit my mouth over hers, and while I kissed her, I felt her right leg curl around me in embrace as I continued the kiss and kneaded her breasts with my hands.

"How about your letting me put your panties on?" I breathed in her mouth. She giggled.

"You are sooo kinky, Kathy!" she laughed, "I never know what you're going to say next! Why do you want to put my panties on?"

"Because I want to!" I grinned and kissed her nose, "Can I wear your panties?" I added an extra grind of my hips into hers.

"Okay, but you have to get off me so that I can take 'em off." I hastily obliged before she could change her mind. Just like I figured, she stood up and reached under her skirt to slip her panties off without showing me anything and handed them to me. Plain white cotton. I stood as she sat back down on the sofa, and I lifted her panties to my face, smelled and kissed them slowly, while she watched, giggling a little more nervously, now, her big breasts jiggling with her laugh. 

Slowly, I pulled my cutoffs down, watching her face as I revealed my fluffy triangle of dark brown hair. She didn't even pretend to look away this time. Moving even more slowly, I put her panties on, making a real show of slipping by legs gracefully through the holes. I stepped closer to her, straddling her knees as I drew the nylon panties up over my hips and smoothed my hand suggestively over the crotch, rubbing the soft material into my pussy's crack. 

I felt really sexy, even though her panties were slightly too large for me. I sat down beside her, eyeing the yellow cotton skirt that was now the only barrier between paradise and me. I put my hand on her left breast and closed my mouth on the nipple of her right one. It felt so sweet to suckle her titty, but she pulled my head away and looked into my eyes.

"Kathy, please! Let's just put our clothes back on, now. I don't want to go any further, and I can't withstand what you are doing!"

I leaned forward so that my left nipple 'accidentally' touched her still moistened nipple, "You mean that you can't stop yourself if I suck your tits, Candy, but I want to, and a lot more besides! Let yourself go! For me, if not for yourself. If you really, really love me, let go!" I took her left hand and drew it to my pussy. She didn't pull it away, so I kissed her, and she gave my cunt a gentle squeeze through her own panties.

Still kissing her, I moved my right hand down to her knee and slid it under her dress, and her thighs spread in surrender. Her cunt all but dripped in my hand - she was that wet. I murmured against her lips, "I'm going to suck your sweet pussy dry."

"Uh-hum," she answered, not bothering to break the kiss.

"Do you want me to do you first?" I whispered in the lips to lips talk. I mean, I knew what she wanted, but I was going to make her say it.

"Uh-hum."

"What do you want me to do?"

For an answer, she leaned back, breaking the kiss; her right hand was in my hair, pulling my face to her hips while her left hand raised her skirt to her waist. I had a glimpse of a thick, curly golden triangle divided by a pink gash, then my face was full of the hot sweet flavor of her juices as my tongue parted her lips and my nose snorted at the heady waft of feminine essence. Her thighs tightened about my neck, and she moaned, crossing her ankles around my back. She was delicious! I reveled in her slickness, gouging her deeply, but slowly and sensually with my questing nose and tongue. She lathered her pussy over my face, her hips building speed as she rolled with my licks, grunting and gasping her satisfaction. 

I pressed my hands against the underside of her thighs urging her to pull her knees back to her chest. She squirmed and moaned loudly as I used my tongue like a paint brush, dipping into her vagina for juice, then laving her asshole tenderly with her own wetness. I reached one arm around her thickly muscled thigh to diddle her clit with my fingers while my mouth explored her warm, tender bottom with delicate kisses. She hugged her knees tightly to her breasts, and I felt her toes curling in my hair as her sphincter tightened and loosened rhythmically, sucking at my flickering tongue as I began butt-fucking her with my mouth. I held my breath and pushed my nose hard into her vagina as she cried out and started to come.

I kept my tongue jammed into her bottom, my finger on her clit, and my nose rammed up her vagina as she quivered and shook, her ankles pressed against my cheeks and her breasts bouncing. She came so hard and long that I was forced to gasp air through my mouth several times. Slowly the violence of her passion subsided to trembling surges in her hips. I waited until she started to calm before giving her sweet pussy one last lick, which made her shiver.

I crawled up her long, sweat moistened body like a predator, settling my hips into hers and probing her mouth with mine. She didn't seem to have any objection to sucking at the tongue that had just fucked her ass. Finally, she pushed my face away with a giggle, "Give me a sec, Kath. I need to recover." She sighed and cradled my head against her generous breasts, "Wow! What you did to my bottom... that was really something, Kathy, and right when I was coming, too! No one ever did that to me before!"


"Did you like that?" I asked smugly, knowing she'd loved every second.

"Yeah," she said so softly that I could barely hear, gently stroking my hair.

"Um, Candy?"

"Yes?"

"I'm so horny that I can barely handle it." I felt her body tense ever so slightly, but her hand obediently slid down to my waist, where I shifted so that I could spread my legs by curling my right one over her hips. My back was pressed against the back of the couch.

She kissed my mouth gently as I felt her fingers slide slowly under the elastic of her panties and move through my pubic hair. Her long finger gently parted my crack and slipped into the slippery meat of me. I moaned and ran my fingers feverishly through her hair. She groped me clumsily, feeling for my clit, so I guided the tip of her finger to the hood that sheltered by joy button and told her to rub me there. She did; not very expertly, but I was already hot and was quickly filled with the wiggly bubbles of orgasm swelling from my ass and the backs of my thighs and perking up through me until I was filled with bliss. I buried my face in her hair and sobbed my joy and release, "Thanks," was about all I could gasp.




Kathy Likes Women Ch. 05



"I'm sorry," she whispered back. I gave her a startled look and she shrugged, "I've never even gone down on a man, and I wouldn't have any idea how to deal with a woman."

I giggled, "You don't have to deal with anything, Candy, just do what you feel like. I promise: I'll like it! But don't feel like you have to, or anything. I mean, personally, I can't look at a woman's legs without wondering what she smells like, tastes like, looks like, and so forth. I like it; hell, I love it!"

She smiled back, "I'll admit that you make it sound tempting, but maybe another time."

Candice was tired and obviously wanted to go to bed – without me as a distraction, so I left. I didn't take it personally; after all, I'd gotten quite a lot out of the evening. Still, I have to admit that there was an edge of frustration or horniness or whatever left in me. To cope with that, I called Sheila up when I got back to the dorm. I had her kiss me all over, lick my legs until she had covered every inch, and then eat me out thoroughly and tongue-fuck my butt, and then I felt better. I peed on her, but this time it was more for her than for me, and she went down on me again out of gratitude. Sheila was able to give me a considerably cathartic evening. 

I had a really exciting experience with a woman named Rhonda a few days later that helped me take Candy off my mind for a while. Rhonda is in my chemistry class. She's about medium height with a voluptuous build and a pretty face. She wears eyeglasses that make her look like a secretary or a librarian. After a chemistry test, we happened to leave class at the same time and she told me how she was aching to get back to her apartment for a joint. I said that sounded nice, and she invited me along.

Her place was nice and roomy with modern but tasteful furniture. I asked her if she lived alone, and she said yes. She had a boyfriend who stayed over sometime, but she said that she liked living alone so much that she didn't expect that to change.

I studied her while she rolled the joint on her coffee table. I sat down on the couch beside her. She was wearing a simple skirt and a man's short-sleeved shirt, and what I could see of her skin was smooth and white. The curves on her legs were so dramatic that if I couldn't see the muscles moving beneath her skin, I would have thought her legs were plump. Her breasts were large and full, easily revealed despite that loose shirt. Her nose was pointed, and her lower lip was thicker than her upper, giving her a sensuous, pouty look. Her hair was thick, brown and wavy.

For once, I was the most formally dressed person in the room. I was wearing a white silk, long-sleeved blouse with a lace collar and a knee-length brown skirt. My legs, as tanned as Rhonda's were white, didn't need hose to look smooth or sexy, but I was wearing a gold ankle bracelet and high heels. After a few hits on the joint, I loosened my hair, which had been worn in a bun and let it fall about my shoulders.

She kicked off her shoes and propped her feet up on the coffee table. "C'mon, Kathy, don't stop with the hair. Take off those heels and relax."

I did as she asked me and stretched my legs out beside hers. I was admiring the smooth curves of her calves when I glanced at her and noticed that she was looking at my legs. I felt a tingle of excitement and wondered if we could have sex. Curious to test her reaction, I took my feet down and swiveled to sit facing her, tucking one of my legs beneath me and giving her a nicely indecent view up my dress. "So, Rhonda, tell me about your boyfriend. Is he any good in bed? Does he keep you happy?"

She shrugged, "He's okay, but happy? I guess so." I saw her glance a few times up my legs, and I wondered if she could see my panties. She swallowed and asked me, "How about a shotgun?"

I said sure, and she turned the joint around in her mouth and I leaned forward to take the hit. Our lips just barely touched, but I found it exciting and not just because of her lips. As I leaned over her, I balanced myself by putting my arm around her neck and resting my left hand on her right thigh. I breathed in my hit and took the joint from her and set it on the ashtray. "That was so nice," I said, "Let's do it again."

I didn't bother to pick up the joint. I circled my right arm around her as I did before and leaned close to her face. She giggled, "You forgot the joint, Kathy! I think you let it go out!" Then I kissed her, pressing my mouth to her soft lips and splitting them with my tongue. She let me kiss her, not resisting me, but not really helping me either, although she did kiss back a little, as though unsure of herself.

"Oops," I gave a laugh that came out as a nervous chuckle, "You're right! I forgot the joint! Forgive me?" I know it sounds lame, Diary, and it was, but a whole lot was riding on that question that I'd tacked on at the end.

She looked a little embarrassed, but she smiled, "Sure, in fact," she hesitated, "I'd heard that about you... that you like girls, I mean." She turned red, and when a girl with fair skin turns red, they get really red! But her voice was still calm, almost matter-of-fact, "It was the main reason that I asked you to come over."

"You wanta fuck?" I asked softly, slipping my fingers through her hair. I'd thought that she was as red as she could get, but I was wrong. She turned nearly purple.

"Well, not exactly," she swallowed, her voice still maddeningly in control, "although, you're certainly very attractive!" Her gaze fell to my knees and ran up my skirt again, and no matter what she said, I figured that this girl wanted to eat my pussy! But what she said next did surprise me, "I have this friend, my best friend, my next-door-neighbor, in fact, and well, she really wants to do it with a chick, and really bad! 

"Anyway, I told her what I'd heard about you and described you to her, and, well..." she spread her hands, regaining a little of her color as she spoke, "She got me to point you out to her around the campus, and she's frankly become kind of obsessed." She paused, as if she didn't know how to continue. "And I promised to introduce you two, if you agreed, that is," she finished, sounding like she wanted to add something else. She started to turn red again.

"And what do you want?" I asked, leaning close to her again.

"To watch!" she barely whispered, before our lips could touch.

I sat back. Yep, this was different, all right! Maybe it was the strangeness that intrigued me; I don't know, but I was definitely interested. For some reason, I found the situation so stimulating that I didn't even ask what her neighbor looked like, I just said, "Call her over. Now is fine!"

Rhonda nodded and almost leaped up to cross the room and pick up the phone. She spoke softly, and I didn't hear much of what was said, but I caught my name a couple of times, and the final phrase: "Yeah, now!"

She gave me a nervous grin as she crossed the room again, this time to the door. She opened it just as her friend started to knock. A girl came in and gave me a breathless look, and while she stared, Rhonda introduced us. "Janet, this is Kathy. Kathy, this is Janet."

Her nose was a little on the large side, and her mouth was wide and friendly, making her grin an engaging one that made me feel instantly comfortable. She had medium blonde hair – pretty much what is called dirty blond – a sharp, intense face with green-brown eyes and long lashes, and she was a little shorter than Rhonda. She was wearing a blouse, skirt and hose, and judging by her earrings and makeup, I figured that she'd just got out of class or work. Her figure was nice without being outstanding, but there was a hunger in her steady gaze that gave me definite tingles in the appropriate places. This was really weird, but I loved it! I can't help it if weird things turn me on, can I?

"Hi!" Janet said extending her hand and giving mine a hearty shake, "I've been really wanting to meet you!"

I smiled. I liked her. "Well, I'm no celebrity, Janet! Next time, just walk right up and introduce yourself!"

"Well!" Rhonda interjected smoothly, clasping her hands, "I have a lovely bottle of white wine chilling in the fridge. Why don't you two get acquainted while I fetch us a drink?"

Rhonda was barely out of sight when I stepped close to Janet and spoke quietly, "This is all pretty strange! Do I have it right? She's straight but wants to watch us make it?"

She nodded and spoke softly, too, "I've always wanted to make it with a chick, and I've tried several times with her, but she keeps saying that she doesn't want to, then she came up with this weird idea. But I've known her a long time, and she is really nice. Do you feel too strange about this? I mean, do you really wanta do this?" She cocked her head inquisitively.

I pulled her close and kissed her. Her lips opened instantly, her tongue lapping aggressively into my mouth while her arms slipped around me. I felt her hands kneading my bottom as she pulled our hips tightly together. I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, "I think we ought to have us a real good time together, and then pull Rhonda in, too! I think we can do it if she has enough fun watching us. Are you game?"

"Yeah!" She almost growled with a big grin, her eyes lighting up with fire.

I led her by the hand over to the couch, and we sat down together. I could feel her eyes devouring me, and instead of making me feel self-conscious, it made me feel like a sex goddess or something. Like I said, she was an attractive girl, but lots of folks describe me as a knockout, and when Janet looked at me, I really felt like one! "So!" I said in a somewhat breathless but otherwise normal voice, "Rhonda tells me that you already had a crush on me. I have to admit that I like the idea of having a secret admirer!"

Janet looked a trifle embarrassed and shrugged, "Sorry that I was so shy! I've been fucking boys since I was fourteen, but the most I ever did with a girl was to kiss a couple of times, and even that was with Rhonda, when she'd let me. She let me feel her boobs once while we were swimming; that was just last summer. But I want to do a lot more than that!" Her gaze roved over my bare legs and feet. 

I stuck my tongue out at her – way out. Janet gasped, "Holy Shit! How can you hide that huge tongue in that cute little mouth?"

I giggled and shrugged, "I'm a freak, but just wait until you see what it feels like!" Janet's expression was so amazed, that I had to giggle again.

Just then, Rhonda came back in, carrying a tray bearing a wine bottle and three long stemmed glasses. "I hope you like white wine, Kathy!" Rhonda said brightly, "I know that Janet does." She did the pouring and sat down on the floor at our feet, then handed each of us a glass. "How about a toast, Kathy?"

"I'll defer to my new friend," I said with a nod toward Janet.

"Then, to orgasms!" beamed Janet with another grin. We all chuckled and clinked our glasses. There was something about the rawness of Janet's lust that really appealed to me!

After a sip from the wine, I looked down at Rhonda, who was sitting cross-legged so close to our feet that I was sure she was using her position to look up our dresses. I didn't mind in the least, and even spread my legs a little. "Well, Rhonda, where do you want us to do this? Here? The bedroom?"

She blushed, "Wherever you like, Kathy, I think it's exciting enough just to watch. I hope the two of you don't mind." She looked at each of us expectantly.

Janet looked directly at me; "I want to do this so bad that I would do it in a stadium!"

I clinked the rim of my glass thoughtfully against my teeth, "I guess it's okay, but it would feel better to me if you were involved in some way..." I waited while Rhonda grew nervous, then announced, "I have it! You can be our handmaiden, sort of!"

She nodded hesitantly but asked, "What did you have in mind?"

"Oh?" I said, looking up at the ceiling, "Fetch wine if we want more."

"Draw back the covers for us!" Giggled Janet.

"Take our glasses at appropriate times to leave our hands free," I grinned at Janet. I was really starting to like her!

"Unsnap our bras for us when the time comes!" laughed Janet.

"In fact, you can start," I said glancing down Janet's shapely legs, "By removing Janet's shoes. I've already removed mine, and we should be equal at the start. Wouldn't you agree, Janet?"

"A toast to equality!" cried Janet, and we drank again.

Rhonda set down her glass and gently took off Janet's shoes. She glanced up at me, "Sure, I think it will be fun being a servant to the both of you. Anything else?"

"Oh," I said airily, handing her my wine glass, "If we need something, we'll ask." Janet took a last nervous gulp from her glass and handed it to Rhonda, too.

"Wanta just make out for a while?" I asked Janet.

She grinned and scooted next to me, shyly putting her arm around me. I played the femme, laying my head back on her arm and turning my face up to be kissed. She gave me a slow tender kiss, probing my mouth lightly with her tongue. I moved her hand from my waist to my left breast, and she gently massaged it.

"You really are wearing a bra," Janet giggled between kisses. I put my hand on her left breast and rubbed her, "So are you!" I smiled back.

I glanced down and saw that Rhonda was watching raptly, her lips slightly parted. Janet was kissing my neck and sliding one hand slyly up my leg. I kept looking at Rhonda and spread my legs some more to make it easier for Janet and to improve Rhonda's view. Her mouth found mine again as her hand slipped inside my panties, unfortunately, Janet's kiss blocked my view of Rhonda. Some devil inside of me made me twist and shift my hips, spreading my thighs further for Janet's exploring hand, but obstructing Rhonda's view. I gave a little moan as Janet found my clit, and I writhed my hips a little, giving Rhonda quick flashes of my panties filled with Janet's hand.

I started my left hand up Janet's skirt and discovered that her hose were pantyhose. If it had just been the two of us, I would have gone ahead with the onerous and difficult task of invading pantyhose - the damn things are the modern equivalent of the medieval chastity belt. Janet understood perfectly what was going through my mind. She stopped kissing me, although her hand stayed in my panties, and said, "I could take them off now, or we could have our handmaiden do it."

We both smiled down at Rhonda, who smiled back. But I shook my head, "No, let's go to the bedroom, and she can take them off in there. We need some more space." Janet smiled and agreed, reluctantly pulling her hand out of my panties. Then, Rhonda led the way to her bedroom. On the way, Janet sniffed her fingers, sucked on them and winked at me. Did I mention that I liked that girl?

It was a large room and unexpectedly luxurious. I guess Rhonda's parents had money, because most college students didn't keep king-size beds, Queen Anne antique dressers and what had to be a genuine, Persian, nearly wall-to-wall area rug. But what really blew me away was that the entire ceiling was covered with mirror tiles, light being provided by sconces on the walls. I laughed out loud with delight, and Rhonda gracefully accepted my compliments.

There was a single chair, a nice one and obviously another antique, which Rhonda proceeded to maneuver into position alongside the bed. Janet smiled, "Do you think you'll be close enough, Rhondy? There's plenty of room on the bed!"

"For the three of us and a basketball team!" I agreed.

Rhonda smiled primly, "If you don't mind, I'll move around, if and when I need to, meanwhile, the chair is fine."

I didn't waste any time. I hopped into the center of that huge bed and spread my arms toward Janet. "Come and ravish me, my sexy lover!"

Janet gave a delighted laugh, crawled onto the bed and lay on top of me kissing me lustfully. I spread my legs so she could rub her hips against mine and turned my head to Rhonda, "Handmaiden, do your stuff! Strip Janet's pantyhose off!"

I directed Janet's passionate kissing to my neck while I watched Rhonda in the overhead mirror. Janet raised her hips to accommodate Rhonda as Rhonda tried to pull down the pantyhose without raising Janet's skirt. I foiled that by pulling Janet's skirt up with my hands. Janet wasn't wearing panties underneath the hose. I used the mirrors to admire the fleshy white globes of her up-thrust ass as Rhonda peeled the pantyhose down Janet's thighs. Rhonda, of course, had the best view, but I couldn't see her face until I raised my head to peek over Janet's back. Rhonda's attention was certainly focused on Janet's pretty, plump ass, her lips slightly parted and her glasses all but steamed!

Rhonda managed to work the hose off without too much disruption, while Janet turned her attention to unbuttoning my blouse. Janet's blouse was a pullover, and as I raised it up, our arms tangled in their various tasks and we giggled. Janet gave me what I could only describe as a wet-bottomed, sexual leer and further complicated matters by kissing me. I didn't mind. For the short time I had known her, I liked Janet very much.

Meanwhile, Rhonda had returned to her chair, but she did lean over us to help Janet pull her blouse away, and then she undid Janet's bra in the back and pulled the harness over Janet's head.

Janet sat up and pulled me up with her. She wanted to remove my blouse, and of course, I cooperated. While Rhonda helped Janet fuss with my bra, I took the time giving Janet a good look-over. I liked her tits, really nice without being unusual, all but for a puckered nipple on the left one. I tweaked it with my fingers and the nipple popped out, as big as her right one. She gave me a feral grin as she whipped my bra away. As she lowered herself on me, I put a hand between her legs, and though she was still wearing her skirt, I maneuvered beneath it, and then, nothing else separated me from the meat of her. My hand got wet fast as she fucked my hand and french-kissed my mouth at the same time.

I flicked at Janet's clit, and she moaned and heaved her hips, but with a lust that overcame her lust, if that makes any sense, she moved down from my mouth to focus her kissing on my breasts. I looked over at Rhonda and saw that she had her left hand under her own skirt, her right lying demurely in her lap. She was leaning slightly forward, her lips parted and her face flushed with excitement. Janet sacrificed the joys that my hand were giving her pussy to slide further down my body, kissing my tummy and tonguing my navel. I ran my fingers through her hair and lifted her face to look at me. "Janet, I know you want to eat me, but let's ask Rhonda to take my panties off. What do you say?"

Janet gave me a lazy but depraved grin, endearing her to me even further, "Maybe she should just go ahead with the rest, too. I've only a skirt left, and you've only a skirt and panties." She turned her head to Rhonda, her lank dirty blond hair shielding her face from mine, "What do you say, Rhondy? Willing to make us naked to see some more action?"

Rhonda cleared her throat and leaned over Janet to unzip her skirt. Janet unbuttoned my skirt, and I admired her pussy while Rhonda stripped my skirt off. We both watched Rhonda's face as she peeled my panties down. Rhonda knew it, and wouldn't meet our eyes, or couldn't tear them away from my dark brown snatch, whichever.

"A promise is a promise," grinned Janet with a happy sigh as she spread my thighs. Rhonda started back for her chair, but I took her hand.

"Lay beside me," I said as softly and as languorously as I could, "and hold my hand while she does it!" Rhonda hesitated, but with an abrupt nod, she stretched out on her side facing me and continued holding my hand. Her other hand, she kept under her skirt. I gasped as Janet split my pussy with her tongue, but I kept my eyes on Rhonda, who was craning her neck to better observe Janet. 




Kathy Likes Women Ch. 05



"Rhonda," I whispered. Her eyes traveled slowly up my body, lingered for a moment on my heaving breasts and finally reached my face. My hips shuddered as Janet tickled my clit with her tongue, but I managed to continue to whisper, "If you'll give me a good kiss, I'll let you rest your face on my thigh!" Her mouth dropped open slightly as she considered it, so I added, "You can see so much more up close!"

That did the trick! She wasn't stingy with the kiss either. Her soft brown hair made a tent around my face as she lowered her parted mouth to mine, her tongue delicately tracing my lips before her lips softly caressed my mouth. Our tongues touched and rubbed as her kiss firmed and became more passionate. It was a long kiss, and when she ended it, she did so with several sweet smaller kisses. She raised her face a few inches and whispered, "Satisfied?"

At first, I couldn't say anything, I was so overwhelmed, and what Janet was doing wasn't helping my composure any! I managed a nod and a small-voiced, "Thanks!" She gave me a friendly grin and gave me another brief kiss.

As she pulled away, she gave me a deep look and more mouthed than whispered, "I really I liked that!" I would have wet my pants if I'd been wearing any!

I expected her to crawl down the bed and lay alongside Janet to watch, but to my surprise, she turned her body around, lying on her stomach so that her thighs were by my head, her knees cocked, feet up in the air. I spread my legs as wide as I comfortably could without raising my knees much, and I watched Rhonda lay her face gently on my tanned thigh, no more than eight inches from where Janet was industriously running her tongue up and down my slit. Janet spread my pussy lips wider with her fingers, and I could see both of them staring at my cunt. Janet said reverently, "Isn't she just beautiful!"

I felt an answering quiver from Rhonda's hips. It was only then that I realized that Rhonda had positioned herself in such of a way that I could easily slide my hand up her skirt. True, her hand and what it was doing with her pussy were both underneath her, and her thighs were pretty close together, but I had total access to the backs of her thighs and her bottom, all covered, of course, by her skirt. I couldn't resist, even though I half expected her to jump up and go back to her chair. I curled the fingers of my left hand into Janet's hair - she was sucking at my clit now and making me feel very, very good! I calmly laid my right hand on the back of Rhonda's left thigh, reveling in the creamy smoothness of her soft, milky skin.

She didn't react at all, as if she didn't notice, but I knew she did! I took that as permission. I moaned, Janet really had me going, and I knew I was going to come soon. I felt the heat of Rhonda's breath on my thigh, and judging by the tiny little jerks that I could feel in her hips, she would probably come soon, too. I had my elbow cocked at an awkward angle, but I kept the light pressure of my right hand even as I moved it slowly up the back of Rhonda's thighs, letting my fingers trail softly into the warm flesh between her legs and up to the slick feel of her heated, dampened panties. She squirmed her hips a little as I ever so lightly stroked the crack of her bottom, but I glanced up to the ceiling mirrors and her gaze was still firmly locked on my pussy and Janet's mouthing in my slit.

I was beginning to get tremors in my tummy and my thighs. I wouldn't be able to hold off coming much longer. Throwing caution to the wind, I slipped my fingers into the sides of her panties and ran them down and into the crack of her ass, down into her slobbering wet vagina. I slid two fingers in and let go to the rising wave in my hips. Rhonda's muscles in her bottom had tightened slightly, but she made no attempt to eject me, and her legs even spread a little. It was hard for me to pay attention to, because I was totally losing control. 

My pussy led my hips in leaps of joy, and I rolled to my right, digging my left heel into Janet's back and burying my face against the outside of Rhonda's left thigh. I shoved my hand into her as deep as I could. I felt her vagina clamping on my fingers and her hips shuddered violently. I knew she was coming, too. I kissed her leg repeatedly as I pumped her vagina; I even think I bit her. My hips heaved more violently, and Janet very suddenly slipped the tip of a finger into my ass. I gave a high-pitched scream and completely disappeared into wherever it is you go when you have a walloping great orgasm!

When I opened my eyes, unaware that I had closed them, my hand was still jammed up Rhonda's dress. Rhonda and Janet, both their faces joined between my legs, were locked in a lascivious kiss, Rhonda's left arm draped in a hug around my waist. It was clear from Rhonda's quaking hips and muffled groans that she was still coming. I rolled my fingers around in her vagina as much has her tight clenching muscles allowed and enjoyed her bucks of pleasure. I suspected that the intensity of her kiss with Janet may have had something to do with the smell of my pussy smeared all over Janet's face. At least, I liked to think so, but then, I've mentioned before my tendency toward vanity!

As Rhonda's hips shuddered to a stop, her kiss with Janet stopped, and she sat up, pulling away from my hand. I was surprised to find no acknowledgement whatsoever that I'd just had my hand in her panties. She straightened herself primly, and with the blush of orgasm still warm on her cheeks, she hoarsely but calmly asked, "Would you ladies like more wine before you continue?"

"Yeah!" Janet said with surprising enthusiasm.

Rhonda got up and left the room, and Janet crawled up beside me. She gave me a short but sweet kiss, giving me a chance to enjoy the bouquet on her face, and then she whispered, "I have to tell you, Kathy, that was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me! And I love you for it! Do you think I could do it again, just the same?"

I laughed, "That's so sweet! But honey, you have a pretty pussy, yourself, and I want to play, too!"

Janet smiled, "Compromise? Do a '69' with me?"

I looked at her pert, erect nipples and brushed them with my fingertips. "Umm, later, Janet. Right now, I have an idea how we might work on Rhonda some more."

Her eyes gleamed, "Well, that sounds good, too! Tell me, did I see you stick a hand up her dress?" I nodded, and she grinned, "Too cool! I've always wanted to do that, myself, but she always fought me off. I think she's terribly repressed; I mean, she only does it in the dark with her boyfriend; at least, that's what she's told me. Do you think we'll get her into the action again?"

I smiled, "I'm sure we will, eventually, maybe even today. Here's what we'll do when she comes back in; You lay on your back like I just did, and I'll eat you out just like you did to me, only this time, when I offer to let Rhoda watch from up close, I'll get her to lay down beside me between your legs. Maybe I can get her to touch you, or me. Anyway, I'll do my best to get her more involved!" 

When Rhonda opened the door, we were lying in each other's arms and kissing. She set the tray on the end table, and we sat up as she served us each another glass of chilled wine.

After we'd had a few sips and our fill of awkward moments - I mean, she would sit there, still wearing all of her clothes but her shoes, and watch us naked, with obvious interest - well, it was weird, but kind of pleasant in a kinky way. I digress. So, there we were, and I decide that it's time for Janet and I to go into our routine that we'd planned out. I winked at Janet, and we handed our glasses back to Rhonda. Janet lay back with her head on the pillows and spread her legs slightly. Moving slowly, I knelt between her ankles and spread her legs apart.

Janet's legs were slim and smooth, with just a light tan. Her thighs were shaved to a few inches above the knee, and from there to her hips; I could see tiny golden hairs. Her snatch was a golden brown and thin enough that I could clearly see every detail of her pouting pussy lips. I moved forward, spreading her legs with lazy licks and soft kisses. I gave a slow deep lick up the slit of her pussy and was rewarded with a gasp and the sight of tremors in her abdomen muscles.

Nuzzling Janet's damp mound, I turned my head to look at Rhonda, keeping my cheek pressed against the golden-brown thatch of wiry hair. Rhonda was leaning forward, a rosy blush coloring her breathless attention. I caressed Janet's inner, right thigh as I spoke to Rhonda, "For another kiss, you can lay beside me and share my pillow." This time, Rhonda didn't really hesitate, but she moved slowly, cautiously. She stood and walked to the foot of the bed and crawled up beside me. I didn't raise my face from Janet's pussy, in fact, I gave her a couple of sideways licks as I put my arm around Rhonda and drew her to me, my fingers tangled in her thick, soft, brown hair. With Janet's delicious woman-ness scenting my mouth, I pulled Rhonda to my lips, not lifting my face away from Janet. The intention, of course, was that Rhonda had to lay her face on the other half of Janet's pussy in order to kiss me. It worked!

It was almost like a three-way kiss between me, Rhonda and Janet's sweet, lower-lips. Janet obliged by raising her knees and spreading her legs wider, ensuring that our kiss all but took place inside her cunt. Meanwhile, I was busy with the rest of my body. To kiss me while lying between another woman's legs, Rhonda had to snuggle up to me, and I took full advantage. I eased my left leg between hers and ran my hand down her back to pull our hips together. She kept one of her hands in her panties, and I could feel it wriggling against my hip.

I paused once in the kiss to give another lick to Janet's hungry snatch, then I kissed Rhonda again, and although Rhonda's cheek was wet with Janet's love-juice, Rhonda didn't turn her head to kiss it. Well, I did! Janet had a sweet, soft pussy with warm fleshy lips, and I occasionally pushed my face into it between licks, sucks and nibbles, fucking her with my nose. Rhonda had drawn her head just far enough back to focus her vision and had rested her cheek on Janet's soft thigh, watching me intently.

Rhonda didn't really react much until Janet started to come. By then, her breathing was hoarse and jagged on the side of my face while I massaged Janet's clit with my mouth. Then, when I was least prepared for it, I felt Rhonda's spare hand groping at my waist. I pulled my leg out from between hers and draped it over her hips, spreading myself wide, and Rhonda's hand didn't disappoint me. While Janet shook and moaned her pleasure, Rhonda felt me up, and thoroughly! Then Rhonda was coming, too. It was all very strange, and it ended strangely, too. Rhonda straightened her skirt and rose as if nothing had happened and practically shooed us out as Janet and I hastily dressed and exchanged phone numbers.

I hardly know what to think! Frankly, I've suffered some loss of self-esteem, lately, what with Candice not wanting to go down on me, and a similar situation with Rhonda. But, on the other hand, it's difficult to be too depressed with women like Janet around!

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Kathy Likes Women



Two more weeks passed, and although Sue and I had discussed the date with relish on several occasions, no other mention of sex was made. I knew Sue was getting it a couple of times a week from Jay, so I knew she didn't need sex from me, and she didn't ask for it. Meanwhile, I became obsessed with Susan's body. Once, in the first week after the date, I dawdled in the bathroom until Sue went ahead and peed while I was in the room. The brief glimpse of that red-gold triangle as she wiped between her creamy, freckled thighs, so tantalized me that, as soon as she left the bathroom, I had to sit on the toilet and beat off. Another time, right before bed, Susan and I chatted while she painted her toenails. As I lay on my tummy on the bed, watching Susan in the chair across from me, I began to have fantasies about kissing her feet and nibbling at her toes. Then, of course, I'd lightly caress her ankles with kisses, moving slowly up her graceful calves - and that's when I realized where this fantasy was leading and I forced myself to think of something else. 

It was the night I found myself sniffing wistfully at the panties she'd dropped on the way to the shower that I decided that something had to give. I had to have more sex with her, but I didn't know how. But even that much of a decision made me feel better, because at that moment I threw out all the guilt. Well, most of the guilt. I was still terrified of what Susan would think when I told her that I wanted to fool around some more - or was that even the way to go about it? As it turned out, I got a really lucky break. 

Susan's parents were away for the weekend, it was Friday night, and neither of us had a date. As Susan snapped off the bedside lamp, I knew that this might be the best opportunity that I'd ever have. I had it all planned out, exactly what to say. I would touch Susan's hip with my hand and whisper her name. She would turn over and I'd tell her how I'd decided I wanted to really wanted to make her feel good for turning me on to Rodney, who was taking me out on another date next week. Then, I'd basically seduce her with words and so on. Instead, to my surprise, I found Susan cuddling up to me and whispering in my ear, "I really need to ask you for a favor, Kathy, but I'm worried about something. I love you, cousin, and I want you to love me." She kissed my cheek. 

I huskily said, "Of course, I love you Sue! What are you talking about? What's the favor?"

She kind of withdrew a bit, and still whispering said, "I'm really incredibly horny tonight and, well, I've been afraid you were a little freaked out when we fooled around, ya know, a while back? I mean, you haven't said anything about it, or about wanting to do it again. I mean," she pleaded, "would you love me any less if I asked you to fool around some more tonight?" 

My heart was beating so loudly I couldn't hear myself think of what to say. So I borrowed a little from my plan, "Susan, I love you, I really do. You've been so sweet to me that I'd love to make you feel good." I drew her to me and kissed her before I whispered, "I really liked making you come last time, Sue, and if you asked me to, I'd make you come the way that Jay did on our date." Actually, I'd of begged her to take her pants off if I thought it would work, but I instinctively knew that Sue would frighten away if I didn't get a commitment out of her first. I had to make her ask me, or later she would look down on me or something. I'm not sure how I knew this, but I knew it had to do with dominance or something like that. Looking back, I don't know if any of that was really true, but it made sense at the time.

My heart sank a little at her surprised reaction. I'd hoped she wouldn't be shocked by the idea. "Oh Kathy! I wouldn't ask you to do a thing like that! Just feel me up, and then I'll do you, okay? Or the other way around, I mean, you don't have to go down on me, or anything drastic!"

But I wasn't about to give up. I murmured, "Okay, Susie, just relax, and I'll make you feel really good." As I said this, I was pulling off her tee-shirt. Before I touched her, I leaned close and gave her a light kiss on the lips. Then I gently stroked her breasts and felt her body relax - or perhaps I should say that her tension shifted from the wrong places to the right places. After a few more slow, easy kisses, I let my hand slide down her belly to her panties. Her legs were spreading even before I got there. The moment I slipped my hand under the elastic band I began a trail of kisses down her neck to her chest. She didn't stop me from kissing her breasts, in fact, I felt her fingers wind into my hair and clutch my head to her when my mouth formed over her left nipple and began to suck. As I felt my finger making her wetter and wetter, I knew it was time to ask her again.

"Susie," I whispered, moving my lips close to her ear as I slowly slid my finger in and out of her vagina and upwards, oiling the area around her clit but not quite touching it, "I bet my mouth would feel real good down here," I narrowed the circles around her clit a little - enough to make her gasp, then I added, "I think I'd really get off to it, if you just asked me to do it." The tension was just too much for poor Sue, and I could well imagine the doubts in her mind, since I had been tortured by the same doubts for weeks. But Sue is a very sensualistic animal, and I knew when I heard her weakly murmur okay that I could get more of a commitment than that.

"Aw Sue, honey," I breathed in her ear as I gently rolled her clit sheath between my fingers, "You know what I want you to ask me. It would turn me on to hear you say it." 

And she did know! She knew exactly, and after a long pause, she said it. "Please eat me, Kathy, eat my pussy. Now!" I quickly moved down her body, drawing the covers away and pulled her panties down. I didn't give her any time to change her mind. My only regret, as I knelt between her legs was that it was dark, but I was aware that asking for the light would be asking too much, at least this first time. The smell of her filled my head like perfume as I began to lightly kiss her slit. She didn't have much musk to her scent at all. My own pussy didn't smell as much as my mom's did. As previously mentioned, I frequently peeked in on my parents and smelled my mom across the room and her smell was powerful and unmistakably pussy. You could walk into my mom's bedroom ten minutes later and it would still be obvious a woman had been having sex in that room. My own smell was a pleasant musky smell, but mine was much, much milder than my mom's. Susan on the other hand, smelled almost like a flower or something. It was sweet and sexy, almost like a drug. Greed overcame me much too quickly and I started licking inside her and spreading her lips with my fingers so that my tongue could plunge even deeper inside of her. When I started gently sucking her clit, her thighs tightened around me, and I felt her fingers slip into my hair to pull me into her. While I sucked and massaged her clit with my tongue, I stroked her hips with my fingers, and she sighed and moaned, "Yes, yes, Kathy, suck me, eat me, fuck me!" she cried, getting louder and louder. Her hips thrashed and threw me about but I hung on to her clit mouthing it, loving her bucking more and more as her orgasmic frenzy grew more violent. Suddenly, she raised her knees higher and slid her toes over my shoulders, her hips were still except for a deep, building shudder which finally shook her whole body and made her cry out in a single, high pitched wail. She bucked wildly and spastically a few times before her hips settled, her chest heaving several long sighs. Her hips still trembled and jumped a little as I reluctantly bade farewell to her pussy with a few brief but sincere kisses. Then while she recovered, I gave myself the pleasure of kissing her curvy, freckled legs, all over her legs. I'm not ashamed to admit it; I even sucked all ten of her toes, one at a time.

She just lay there, still catching her breath as I slid up beside her and whispered, a little coyly, I'm afraid, "How was I Sue? As good as Jay does it?" She giggled a little, "I'm afraid that was better than Jay, Kathy, maybe it was even too good. How would you feel about doing that again every now and then?" I knew she was being facetious, that she was still under the impression that I had just gone to such lengths only to please her. She really didn't suspect that I had done it as much for me as for her. And I knew that now was a good time to level with her, while she was all mellowed out in the afterglow.

"I'll eat you any time you ask me, Sue. I liked it. Very much, Sue. Very, very, much!" And I kissed her, a long, deep french kiss. She understood me all right, but it took her a few moments. Then she sighed and just said, "Oh, Kathy!"

Suddenly, explanations were gushing out of me. I told her about how I'd started seeing her differently that day that she had sat naked in the bathroom and shaved her legs in front of me. I told her how I had become fascinated with her body as a sex object as if I'd never really seen it before. She kept silent throughout the whole thing and afterwards, so I finally had to ask, "Do you still love me, Susan? My sweet, sorta cousin? Now that you know that I'm hot for your body?"

"I don't know," she moaned, then hastily amended, "I mean, yes, silly, I love you more than ever. What worries me is how I feel about it. I mean, I already want you to do it again. Do I feel different about, Jay, though? I don't think so, but then, I just don't really know!" I could hear the start of tears in her voice, and it was easy enough for me to imagine what she felt. So I hastened to smooth over her fears.

"What was it you said about taking fun where you find it?" I giggled, trying to lighten the moment, "I mean, I still look forward to getting a good fuck from Rodney if he can ever learn to keep it hard long enough!" It worked. A lusty laugh burst out of Sue's belly as she remembered how boys are. I mean, most of them are really sweet dears, but you usually have to remind them that a girl has needs, too. 

"But Kathy," she said after she had caught her breath, "Why do you like doing that to me? Don't you feel weird about it?"

I had to laugh, "Chile, now you know the real reason that I've been weird these last few weeks! I had to decide if I was just queer or not. But to answer your question, I bet I enjoyed that as much as you did, and hell knows I don't feel weird about it now. By the way, your pussy smells really good, and you taste wonderful! Oh yeah, and I don't want to lay a trip on you either, Sue. You don't have to be faithful to me, or any of that other junk. We're just going to be closer cousins from now on!" I laughed again, and she laughed with me. I knew that I had said the right things. Suddenly, Sue sighed and said, "But what about me?" 

We both sobered up instantly, because I knew exactly what she meant. She didn't know whether or not she wanted to go down on me. I'm sure she wasn't excluding the possibility from her mind, but I'm also sure that she had serious doubts about how she'd feel about doing it. Would she, in fact, be repelled when it came down to actually putting her head down there, smelling me, tasting me? Of course, I'd had the same doubts, all the way up until when I really did get close enough to smell her. Then I remembered that there had really been one more moment. Right with the smell had come the thought, am I in the wrong place? But from that moment on, the doubts went out the window, because the answer my libido gave was YES, this is the right place! Then suddenly I had been drinking the woman-smell of her through my nose, and I became even more anxious to drink it into my mouth. But, would it be the same for Sue?

Finally I put my arms around her, drew her close and kissed her. She kissed back. "Don't worry about it, Sue," I said breathlessly as our lips parted, "just feel me up tonight. Then if you ever wanna... then just do it. But I can't change about it. I want to do it to you again." 

"Okay, honey," and I could hear her grin even in the darkness when she added, "do you mean now?" 

"Right now," I said and then added with my own grin, "and if you really want to show gratitude and appreciation, all you have to do is turn on the light."

There was an awkward silence before she asked, "Really?"

"Really!" I groaned in my throatiest growl and kissed her.

To my surprise, she pushed me back and said, "No. It just wouldn't be right. Something else has to happen. I - I think I've got to have a first, too!" I was confused, didn't have any idea what she was talking about. I was even more puzzled when she did turn the light on, although I must confess that for just a second when I saw her snatch, I forgot everything but that red, delicious triangle. As she slipped off her shirt, leaving her completely naked, I noticed her sugar-pink nipples were already proud and erect. She blushed furiously as she saw me looking at her, then she smiled shyly as she began to pull off my tee-shirt. "No, Kathy, you had time to build up an interest in me, and I feel at a disadvantage. It's Me that needs to be looking at You differently, now." I understood and gave her a reassuring smile as I pushed her hands away. I was embarrassed as hell about it, but I knew that it would be best for me to put on a little show for her. To strip myself especially for her, to make up for having taken advantage of her by covertly admiring her body. She watched me intensely as I stripped without artifice in front of her. Now for the show, I thought. 

Pretending that I didn't know she was there, I rubbed myself slowly all over. Moving my hands over my curves, I became more sensual, more and more deliberately erotic. I could feel her eyes on me. I teased my nipples a bit, although they were already hard as buttons, and cupping my hands under my breasts. Then I turned around and bent over in front of her to clear the covers off the bed. Then I turned back around and ran my hands down over my legs and hips like I was putting on lotion, then I stood over her on the bed, my feet straddling her hips and giving her a good view of my pussy. "So, whatcha think, gorgeous, do ya think I got a chance for Miss America?" 

Okay, I was camping it up, but Sue seemed to like it, at least she laughed before replying, "Well, you have my vote, Kathy." She moved her eyes over me and as they settled wistfully (I hoped) on my thatch of brown hair, she added, "And if I wanted to have sex with a woman, you'd be my number one choice!"

Not an ideal choice of words, but as I lay down beside her and gave her a quick kiss, I realized that if this scrumptious redheaded creature would let me have my way with her, it didn't make a helluva lot of difference if she didn't want to reciprocate. I still felt like I was getting the best of the bargain. "Don't even think of going down on me if you don't feel like it, Sue," I said gently, stroking her breasts with my right hand. As I felt her nipples harden against my palm as it brushed them, I whispered, "I want to make you come again." Then I kissed her.

"Nope," she said, and kissed me back passionately, "It's my turn!" Whereupon, she rolled me on my back and began running her hands over my legs and hips. I doubled my pillow under my head so I could watch her as she spread my legs and lay down between them, her breasts just touching my hips. She slid up my body so that her pussy pushed against mine and I automatically raised my knees to settle her closer into me. I put my arms around her as she settled her breasts against mine and leaned over to kiss me. She kissed me long and sensuously, our tongues rolling around together, exploring each other's mouths. Then she moved her head down, slowly kissing each breast while rubbing each of hers in turn against my moistened crotch. I began trembling when she ran her tongue down my belly and kissed my thighs. She looked at my pussy briefly and spread it with her fingers, then she lowered her face to my anxious pussy. Gasping my pleasure, I watched her eat me, and she watched me watch her. When I came, her green eyes were still locked with mine as tightly as my thighs hugging around her neck. I had never had had such a beautiful, long-lasting orgasm before, and I felt Sue sharing it with me. When I finally had to push her head away, I was so blown away by that whirlpool of an orgasm that I barely remember the feel of her lips kissing mine before I fell asleep.

I awoke, all but cursing myself! Yeah, it was a great orgasm, but it was also a great chance to go down on Susan in the light. And I blew it. When I woke up, Sue had already gotten up, and I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. I guess I had woken up pretty much where I left off; I mean; I was still horny. So, I scrambled into the bathroom and said, "Susan, I do hope that's you in there..."

"No, it's the Creature From the Black Lagoon," said Susan, in her most guttural tone of voice. I peeked through the shower curtains at Sue's grinning, shiny-wet body. "Come on in, the water's fine," she added with a lascivious wink. I didn't hesitate, but stepped right in, and standing in the hot water, I hugged Susan and kissed her. "Thanks for the good night kiss," I told her."

It was a strange place for straight talk, but maybe the water rushing over us had to do with it. Anyway, my stomach dropped several stories as Sue's reply slowly registered. "I love you, Kat, but I've thought it over. I felt a little strange about it..." She looked a little desperate at my crestfallen expression, then hastily added, "Hey, I really get off when you do me, Kathy. It's the best, I mean that!" She paused to kiss me and hug me tighter. We were drowning in the shower, but I think Sue had been severely afflicted with a Dramatic Moment! She continued, "but I felt funny when I do it to you. I do kinda like it," she whispered, "makin' you feel good and all is really great, and well," she blushed a bit, "I even feel kinda attracted, ya know, I mean you're pretty cute, Kath." Then she sighed, "I just don't feel right, ya know, and I guess I don't want to get too involved with it, ya know..." Her voice trailed off, and she hung her head a bit.

My stomach came back to its normal place, and I even had to repress the urge to giggle. Somehow, I instinctively knew that I was still in 'control' of our situation if I played my cards right. She wanted me to assume the guilt trip for our 'lesbian' activities. I think that may have been when I laid aside my own last doubts on the subject. By God, I wasn't straight or not. I was just a sexual animal, and there was nothing wrong with that! To win Sue's cooperation it was obvious that all I had to do was appear to become the total supplicant - her love slave. I had no objection to this appearance; in fact, I guess it's all I really wanted. And if I played it right, by using a little reverse psychology, I could have Susan loving me as a bonus!

"That's okay, Susan, I understand," I managed to say in a calm voice with a straight face. "And I like guys as much as you do, but I do feel this way about you, too. I don't want you to be faithful to me, or anything like that, and you don't even have to do it to me, it's just that," and I looked her right in the eye with my most angelic expression, although it was hard not to blink, gasp and stutter with the shower hitting me right in the face, "I still want to make love to you." I saw a slightly doubtful expression and plunged all the way, "Look Sue, it feels good, it's free, and it won't make you fat or pregnant!" 

Sue busted out laughing, humor at least temporarily banishing her fears. And I had basically just promised not to interfere with her 'guy quests,' assured her that she would receive, whether she gave or not, and then I had given her the implication that she would get free sex out of me any time she felt like it. That was all safe enough for me; it was all true. I was aware that she was basically making a power play; I had read a book once about that sort of thing. She obviously wanted to have complete control of our sexual relationship. I didn't like this idea very much, however, I'm a very 'game' person. All right, competitive would probably be more truthful. But if the name of the game was conquest, then I knew just how to win it. I would start off by pretending to totally give in and accept her as my 'mistress.' But the more Machiavellian part of me knew that Sue was the one really hooked, or she wouldn't feel the need for the power play. My plan was that she would later become putty in my hands when I started teasing her with access to my goodies - the one thing that I hadn't promised! But during the meantime, I had to play the love slave... Not a role I really resented at all, in fact, I thought it was pretty sexy.




Kathy Likes Women



As her laughter quieted, I kissed her deeply and slowly, a kiss she returned with fervor. Then I reached around her and turned off the water. "Now?" she asked, almost sounding surprised. "Mmmmmm," I answered, kissing her pert nipples, "as soon as I get you dried off. Can't have you catching cold, you know!" I opened the curtains and grabbed a towel and patted her body dry, while she dried her hair in another towel. Then she rubbed the same towel over me while I dried my hair. No word was said as we touched and inspected one another, although it was clear that Sue thought she was maintaining the upper hand. It was also clear, at least to me, that Susan lingered a bit when rubbing my snatch with the towel. I didn't mind.

I kissed her, loving the feeling of our breasts pressed together and suggested, "Why don't you raise your arms and hold on to the shower curtain rod for balance, it looks strong enough." 

Susan looked startled. Blushing she whispered, "You mean here? Now? Standing up?" I smiled and slipped my hand down to her waist. I kissed her as my finger slid inside her, but teasingly only just past the entrance. 

"Hmmmm, you feel ready enough to me, I murmured between kisses. I continued kissing her and stroking her wet slit until she raised her arms and grabbed the bar, indicating her compliance. "Now," I whispered, my lips just touching hers, "Spread your legs for me." She spread her feet, about a foot apart and I said, "wider," as I slid my finger deep all the way into her vagina. She gasped and spread her feet further apart. I stroked my hands gently over her breasts, lightly tweaking her nipples with fingers as I lowered my head to her waist. I looked her over slowly; she was so deliciously exposed that I couldn't resist! Her smooth thighs came together in that sparse curly, red-gold forest, and the crevice that split her two swollen lips, widened between my fingers to reveal her shiny, pale pink inner flesh. That gorgeous cunt was my lover, and I kissed it that way, with a long, thrusting kiss. I reveled in the flower-smell of her woman-smell that slowly emerged as my thirsty tongue sank deep inside, her hips squirming as Susan moaned her enjoyment. While I ate her, I used my hands to stroke the firm curves of her freckled legs. Then I transferred my affections to her clit, with no penetration this time. I kept my hands on her luscious legs. In just a couple of minutes Sue was groaning and clutching my hair with one hand, her hips spreading and fucking against my face, smearing my nose, mouth and chin with her slick juices.

"Oh, that was so sweet, Kathy," she said as she drew my face up to hers and kissed me. Her voice, trembled slightly as she added, "I love you for that, Kath," then she kissed me again, "But, can we go lie down; I actually feel a little weak in the knees."

While she probably was a little shaky after that orgasm, it was clear enough for me. She figured that once we were lying down, I would ask her to go down on me, and she would reluctantly agree. I played along for the time being and followed her back to the bedroom. I have to admit that watching her pretty ass sway down the hall made me want to come so badly that it was practically a pain in my groin, but I had a solution for the problem in mind. She stretched out slowly and languidly on the bed, seemingly careless about her nudity and plopping down on her back with her legs spread wide. Her eyes were closed, but there was a distinct blush in her cheeks, as she tried to breathe slowly through parted lips. I lay down on my side, snuggling up beside her and kissed her. She languidly kissed me back and made a little moan of comfort. "Gee, Kathy, that was so great, what you did to me in the bathroom. You're going to get me addicted to the way you eat pussy." 

I gently ran my fingers through the curly bush of her pubic hair and cupped her mound with my palm, "Hey, I did it just for fun, and right now, I think it would be fun to do it again."

Her lovely long-lashed eyes blinked open with astonishment, "Are you serious? Don't you want me to return your favor?"

"Nah," I smiled as my finger slid easily into her slit. It was still very wet from her last orgasm. "Why don't you just lay on your tummy with a pillow under your hips, and I'll try you out from a new direction." As I said this, I helped her turn over and arrange the pillow beneath her. She giggled doubtfully at the arrangement as I settled between her spread legs and lay my hands on the plump, pale cheeks of her baby smooth, unblemished and at the moment, raised bottom. She peeked at me over her shoulder as I spread her cheeks with my fingers and lowered my face to her exposed vagina. "Kathy, what are you doing? ...ahhhh," she moaned, her head sinking back to the pillow as my ever-thirsting tongue split her lips and lapped into the hole.

By the time her hips were moving in time to my licks up and down her slit, I began to slowly slide upward from her cunt to her bottom. Her cheeks spread wider under my palms as my tongue traced through the sparse hairs of her crack, and the very tip of my tongue lightly drew wet little circles around her hot little white-colored pucker. It was actually paler than the rest of the skin on her bottom! "Kathy, what th' hell?" she gasped over her shoulder, partially raising herself enough to look back at me," she kind of hiccupped a moan, then exclaimed in a panicky tone, "Kathy! That's my ass!" As our eyes locked together, I let my tongue lightly flick the center of her asshole. Still holding her hard-breathing gaze, my right arm circled around her right thigh and my fingers probed for her clit while the fingers of my left hand eased in her sloppy-wet vagina and began to pump deeply inside of her. As I looked deep into her wide, dark green eyes, I straddled her right leg and started rubbing the heel of her right foot into my anxious cunt. While I balled her heel, I slowly pushed my tongue down in her ass. Sue's eyes rolled up as she let out a deep animal groan and dropped her head limply, simultaneously raising her hips even higher and opening herself wider to even deeper thrusts of my tongue and left hand. I pumped with my fingers, and I thrust with my tongue as my fingers were pulling out, then I eased out my tongue as I shoved my fingers back in her vagina, so she would be penetrated constantly in one hole or the other. Meanwhile the gyrations of her hips lolled my head about between the cheeks of her smooth, sweet bottom in an almost drunken motion. I was in heaven, and coming fiercely even before Sue started grunting and groaning out a belly-deep and, seemingly endless, orgasm. Well after I had finished my own orgasm and had stopped fucking her heel, her trembling, spasming orgasm was still going on, or more likely a series of them as I continued fucking her butt with my tongue, fucking her vagina with my fingers, and diddling her clit with my other hand. Finally with a loud cry smothered into her pillow, she kinda collapsed and went limp, all but her panting into her pillow. I crawled up Sue's back and nestled my cunt into her butt as if fucking her from the rear and began rubbing my cunt into her bottom as best I could while kissing her neck and ears as she continued to pant in a haze of orgasmic afterglow. I felt pretty good myself! I knew that after a few minutes that Sue would really want to reciprocate and was just gathering her strength now for that purpose, so I rolled off of her and in my best California-girl-airhead imitation, suggested brightly that we go for a swim in her parents' pool. I slipped on my bikini in a hurry. Sue was moving more slowly but was adjusting her suit when she was interrupted by the phone. 

It was Jay, so Sue invited him and Rodney over for a swim. Jay said he'd put on his trunks and be right over, but Rodney was out of town. I suggested that he bring beer, and Sue relayed my suggestion. As she hung up the phone, I realized that there was a good chance that we'd have a dull, 'straight' afternoon if Rodney was going to be a no-show, or worse, they would go off to fuck and leave me to entertain myself. I slipped my hand into Sue's bikini bottom and cupped the smooth cheek of her fanny with my palm and whispered, "How would you like it if I eat you out while Jay fucks you?" I figured she had to go for that!

She tittered nervously, "Well, I'm sure I'd love it, except I wouldn't want Jay to think I was weird or something..." She turned and looked at me, "You know what I mean, Kathy. Shouldn't that sort of stuff be just something between us girls?" But I could see the gears turning in her head - how it would feel being fucked and ate out at the same time. She even blushed a bit when she added that she would try to keep an open mind toward the idea.

She even let me fuck Jay. But mainly because I let her eat me while I was sliding up and down his pussy-slick cock. When I turned over to straddle him, she even kissed around my bottom and lapped cautiously a few times at the center - which made my orgasm more overwhelming than a tsunami. Although at the time, I was a little disappointed that she hadn't actually pushed her tongue inside my hole - that was one favor that I really ached for her to return to me. So I finally reached back in frustration as my orgasm was winding down and pulled her face between my buns. I guess I'll never know whether she did it because she wanted to, or because I practically forced her, but she did proceed to ream me royally, fucking my butt so hard with her tongue that I started coming again right away on my second sequential orgasm.

That night as I was drifting off to sleep, completely sexually satiated for the first time in my life, Sue started rubbing my bottom with her palm and kissing my shoulders (I was lying on my right side with my back to her). "Sorry, Sue," I sighed quietly, "I'm just too pooped to carry on any more tonight." She whispered in my ear as she slid her hand into my tee-shirt to stroke my tits, "You don't have to do nuthin' but come in my mouth, kittycat, and I know how to make you hot!" She did, too. She must have figured out my secret turn on button. I felt her tongue trail like wet fire down my back and down the crack of my ass while she deftly peeled my panties down over my toes - and all without me having moved! As she spread my cheeks with her fingers and flicked my asshole with her tongue, I knew she was mine, but I also knew I was hers. I made her fuck my ass with her tongue for quite a while before I snapped on the light and rolled over on my back. While she positioned herself between my legs, I said, "Your pussy smells much prettier than mine does."

She lowered her freckled face between my thighs and sniffed me deeply with her nose in my slit, then she french-kissed my pussy several times before answering, "I think you smell much sexier than me, Kathy. I love the way you smell."

"Then put your pussy over my face so I can kiss it while you eat me," I told her, and she obeyed. I wasn't trying to make her come, I was just smelling and giving her pussy loving kisses while she ate me out. But still, she came at the same time I did. 

The rest of the summer was a blur of spasming loins and pussy juice, with an occasional dick thrown in, usually in a threesome, and though we went our separate ways after that lusty summer, we never forgot each other. Susan also left me with something of a fetish for freckled legs.

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