31 comments/ 92912 views/ 50 favorites A Gift of Tea By: M-Y-Erotica -- This story requests about 30 minutes of your day. I have done everything I can to make it worth your time. Three different volunteer editors looked at this, and each one has improved the story in their own way. Any shortcomings that remain are entirely my own. Enjoy. -- I have always planned my life - and my loves. The only exception is how I discovered my sexuality. I definitely didn't know that was going to happen, but that was back when I was 19, and I am now 32 and without a partner. I still miss her. I stopped going to the lesbian bars here in town because I just didn't like being picked-up anymore, so my sex life had become sharing fantasies in a chat room with people thousands of miles away. Oh, and listening to my neighbor moan in the condo next door. I shouldn't leave that out. I hear her a lot but she is so secretive I have never seen just who she has going in there that pleases her so. In fact, I have never really seen her closely. We've waved in the hall a few times, where she smiles and quickly ducks back inside her place. I could tell that she had a nice figure, all curves exactly where you want curves, but most of her was hidden away behind her nurse's uniform. I don't mean the classic one with the short white skirt and top that's always too tight in a stripper fantasy. I mean the new ones that look like the pajamas your grandmother sent for Christmas. She was in her upper 30s, but I think she would have looked pretty nice in the classic uniform. I sometimes wondered if she had one hidden away in her apartment for her secret lover. Anway, she moved in about 6 months ago and has been moaning ever since. I would never hear him but apparently, he knew what he was doing over there. My experience started with a phone call. I was in my office, when my assistant sent through one of our corporate accountants from the Mainland. With a sigh, I handed some papers to my assistant's assistant, Jim, who had been briefing me on exactly where half of this fall's collection was. "This is M-Y," I said into the phone. I knew I was about to speak to "Ms. Russell" but I was very much not ready for that voice. It wasn't the deep, husky voice you'd imagine getting excited over. It was high and friendly, and it made me want to get to know her immediately, spend time with her, and well... pull her under the sheets with me for three days. It was a voice that went straight to the gut and made me think of all the things I was missing in my life. The world slowed as I listened to the tune floating from my phone. I could hear the whir of the fan in my laptop and the door gently closing as Jim left. More than anything, I felt the cool, smooth touch of the phone against the palm of my hand. Suddenly, I came to, realizing Ms. Russell was thanking me and my department for being ahead of schedule with the quarterly reports. I tried to snap out of my intense feelings. "I will tell everyone you said so," I replied. "Thanks go entirely to Tracy and Jim. I only sign the forms they push in front of me." "If that were the case, then my records wouldn't show the same results every quarter even when you've had three different executive assistants." "I am just lucky to be given good assistants , I guess." "You defer compliments well, I see." "That's my job," I answered. "You aren't only calling to compliment me, are you, Ms. Russell?" "Actually, yes. And it's Joanna." Joanna.... I started to wonder if I needed to find a way to make this conversation more personal. "You must be new to this company, Joanna. No one from corporate calls unless they want something." She laughed. "I've noticed that, too. Well, I am working remote in Alabama, so maybe I'm not infected yet." "Alabama." I hadn't meant to say that out loud. While she still had my heart fluttering, my brain was telling me to shut it down before I got hooked on another impossible relationship. "Not a fan of Alabama?" she asked. "Not at all. I spent a week in Montgomery one night." What a stupid thing to say, I thought. "Sorry, old joke. Actually, I never left my hotel." "Well, next time you come out, give me a ring." My heart beat faster for a second and then doom fell. "And my husband and I will show you some better southern hospitality." Thump. The sound of my heart falling into the trash can. There should be a rule against charming straight women with voices that drive you crazy. She was probably intelligent, kind, and beautiful too, curse her. "Sounds great, Joanna," I replied. It would have been true if I hadn't been choosing flowers for the ceremony in my head 20 seconds earlier. The call ended, and with a sigh I attempted to get back to work but of course work was almost impossible now. My mind was running through fields of flowers with a mysterious woman in Alabama, not checking on purchasing orders. I kept hearing her sexy warm voice in my head, and I kept feeling the touch of the phone on my skin. I had the urge to touch myself right there in my office. "Board meeting - 10 minutes." It was my assistant poking her head through the door. I headed off to the weekly board meeting where I kept staring at the phone instead of the presentation. As I looked at it, I suddenly knew what I wanted to do that night. For the first time in my life, I wanted to have phone sex with someone. I wanted some stranger with a sexy voice, to talk to me while we touched ourselves and moaned. I could see my room already. My clothes strewn across the floor, lying naked on the bed while the moans of someone I had never met came through the receiver. I resolved that it would happen. Tonight. Eventually, I made it back to my apartment around 8PM. I set to planning my activity immediately, looking up how to block my number, how to make my voice mail anonymous, etc. I re-applied my lipstick, removed my hose and heels and loosened the braid so my black hair fell around my shoulders. Then I took out my little purple vibe and put it next to the computer. Now I just needed a woman to finish the plan. My only idea, other than paying someone, was a chat room, so that's where I went. I entered a room called West Coast Women in the lesbian section and started my advertising. Wahine32: 32 F, attractive, black/brown, seeking F for sexy first-time phone fun. I thought about sticking Asian on there, since it attracts specific people, but I get tired of all the Asian fetish messages. I quickly received messages, but no one wanted to talk on the phone. It was chat or cam and so I waited. Every 10 minutes or so I'd advertise again, sitting there with almost total silence around me. Around 11 I heard the first sound in a while - my neighbor's door closing. It was funny how our condos worked. I could hear her door and her moans clearly. Everything else - her TV, her voice - was audible but muffled. At 11:30 I thought I had a bite. Renee, 41, from Tucson. She was interested in phone. She was bi. She was charming. I gave her my number and soon the phone rang. She was a man. I hung up and moved on. Finally, just after I had put on my time-for-bed tea, I got the message. Pussylane: aloha, wahine, I'm very interested. I'm 34 F - 808 girl too. An 808 girl. She knew the Hawaiian phone system at least. Wahine32: hi, pussylane. your name is pretty funny; i like it. P: Silly, huh? But it gets attention. W: yeah, it would. I spend all my time telling people wahine means Femme in Hawaiian. P: Well my name has it's own pitfalls. Mostly people trying to sing to me over the computer W: that could get old. P: Especially since they are always forgetting the words. W: lol P: it's nice to meet you, wahine. I'm Penny. W: i'm Carol. (This had always been my generic name.) W: and you know the song is in my head now, but i have my fingers lashed together so that you won't hear a word about macs in the pouring rain P: you can type with your fingers tied. i'm impressed W: it's very strange. Then it came. P: Want me to call you, Carol? Decision time had come. Did I actually want this stranger to call me? Did I want to use a vibe on myself while I talked to someone I had never met? Why had I decided I wanted to do that? Alabama girl. Married Alabama girl. It was her fault. I said this, but the truth was I could smell the musky scent from between my legs, where I had been playing as I waited. W: maybe. It really is my first time to try this. P: never been with a woman? W: no, i'm lesbian. never done phone sex. P: oh. not even with a gf? W: no. P: There's no need to be nervous. if it doesn't work, just hang up. I thought back to Joanna Russell's voice and what it did to me. I wanted to feel like that again but more this time. W: i want to P: let me give u my number so you don't have to. There was a pause while I stared at the number on my screen. It was indeed a Hawai'i number. P: call me. So this was it. It wasn't a fantasy anymore. All I had to do was type some numbers in my cell phone and there'd be another woman on the line wanting to touch herself to my voice. What an amazing and scary world. I stopped and closed my eyes, focusing my mind, calming my racing heart. Then I picked up the phone and dialed the number, cradling my cell against my ear as I went to the bedroom, vibe in hand. "Hello? Carol?" she answered. Instantly, I choked. My face turned red and my heart raced a thousand miles an hour. "Carol?" My lips wouldn't move. "It's ok, honey." "Hi," I finally stumbled. "Oh, good. I was sure you were real somehow." "Yes," I whispered. "How are you tonight?" she asked. "Ok. Nervous." Then I laughed. "Penny, this is so not going like my fantasy. When I thought of this, I was so seductive and sexy. Instead, I can barely think straight. You've no idea." "You have no idea how sexy you actually are." "Yeah, right." "It's better knowing you are being real. It's not a game this way; it's just us two excited people wanting each other." I nodded, forgetting she couldn't see my agreement. "You are alone, I hope?" she asked. "Yes, alone in my bedroom with my cell phone." "Mmm..." she moaned lightly. "I'm in my living room, lying on my sofa, looking out the window at the city below." "That sounds nice." "I've already taken my clothes off before I called you. Is that OK?" "Yes, of course," I responded. "It's ummm exciting." "I wish you were really here. Maybe you wouldn't be so nervous in person." "Yeah." I wanted to kick myself. I was contributing nothing to this. She was doing everything. Why was she bothering with me? "Are you dressed?" "I still have my blouse and skirt on from work. And black bra and panties underneath." "What do you do?" "Retail." "Health care here. I'm a physician's assistant." "Must be interesting." "It's good." I couldn't think of anything to say. "What do you look like, Carol?" I decided to be honest. "I'm 5'5" thin, black hair; Japananese-Chinese parents; wear my hair long." "Born here?" "No, Taiwan. But here since I was a child." "I moved here about 10 years ago. Don't want to leave." "Don't," I replied. I felt she was smiling on the other end of the line. "I'm a haole white girl. 5'7" slim with curves. Brown hair. 36d. Shaven." I could imagine her quite clearly from this slim description, and I liked what I was seeing. "You sound beautiful," I said. "So do you." No one spoke. A siren went by on the streets below. "Wish I could touch you." "Me too." "Right now." "Me too. I want to kiss all over your body." I couldn't believe I had just said that. I was getting more comfortable. "I can imagine your lips on me now." "Licking your skin." "Yesss..." she finished with a moan. "I'm touching myself now." "Are you?" "Yes." "This is so hot." "Isn't it? Why don't you take off some of your clothes too?" "OK." I unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor. "My skirt is off." "I wish I could see it." "Really?" "Yeah. I'd love to see you stripping for me. Take off something else." "OK. One sec." I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it over the chair. Then I told her so. "You are so sexy, Carol." "Thanks" "I can see us in your bedroom now. Me naked standing close to you as I remove your bra." "Like this?" I asked and dropped my bra to the ground." "Yesss..." Another moan. I wondered what she was doing. Did she have fingers inside herself? Was she touching her clit? "I want to touch myself too," I told her. "Oh, please, Carol. Touch with me." "I want to." "So do I. That's what I want so much." I reached down to run my hand along my stomach and over my hips. I eased a finger under my panties to where my hair was already moist. Suddenly, I heard a loud whistling from the kitchen and living room. My tea! "Oh, hold on. My water is whistling on the stove." "No problem." I ran into the other room in only my panties, carrying the phone and took the water off the burner. "I got it," I told her. There was a long pause where she said nothing. "Penny?" "Yes, I'm here. That was strange." "What?" "Nothing. Just noises, I guess." "Good. I'm turning the lights in my living room lower. It's just us now." "Good," she said again, but still sounded uncertain. What was wrong? "Penny. Are you OK?" Yet again a delay. "Yes. I'm just...." "Just what?" "Oh my god." Pause. "Say something," she instructed. "Like what?" "No, something long." "Penny, this is strange. " She didn't reply. "Maybe this isn't working anymore. Do you want me to go?" "Oh, Carol, we should stop talking." My heart fell. "Penny, I don't want you to go. Please explain what's happened." "One second," she said. I waited. "Do you hear anything?" "Just you." "No, anything else?" "No." "Listen for a second!" I listened. The place was quiet. An old clock of my grandmother's ticking. The sound of a tourist's motorcycle 20 stories below. "No, Penny, I don't hear anything." She let out an audible sigh of relief. "It's totally quiet," I assured her. "Just the city. Cars below. And my neighbor's TV which isn't usually so loud." The phone clicked dead. I listened to the dial tone. What the fuck? This was spooky. I heard my neighbor's TV suddenly go dead silent. "Oh my god..." I mouthed the words silently. Of all the people. Impossible. No fucking way! She was a little taller than me. She was curvy. I had seen her hospital uniform before. Not a nurse, a physician's assistant! Holy fuck! My mind raced. So much for anonymity! So much for my careful planning! I was so embarrassed. I've been out of the closet for years as a lesbian, but I don't parade my fantasy life in front of people. How could this have gone so wrong?! She had heard me describe my body, how I was undressing. We were going to masturbate together! Shit. I couldn't bear to see her. At least she seemed equally ashamed. She had hung up immediately. I was sure she'd never tell anyone. Would she? What would people think of me? Tea. I needed a cup of tea to calm my nerves. I poured the light green tea out and sat at the kitchen table recollecting myself. The steam from the tea washed over my face, and the warm temperature creeped through my body. Poor Penny. She must be mortified. Maybe she wasn't out yet. Maybe she was deathly afraid of me now. But she seemed so confident on the phone. How funny. Just to think someone that sexy had been living next door to me for months. I thought back to her moans I had heard and now I understood them. I could hear them in my head and a different sort of heat grew inside me. Was there one phone partner or had she been talking with stranger after stranger? She was incredibly sexy on the phone. I'd been loving it. I would've moaned so good for her if it hadn't ended this way. I looked at the phone again. The number was still in there. No, she wouldn't want me to. I knew that was off-limits. I hoped she was doing OK over there. Quite a shock for both of us. She was sooo sexy on the phone. She was right next door. My decision was made. I went to the bedroom and slipped on a nightgown. Just a long, pink, cotton thing I kept around for visitors. Taking my keys, I walked to her door at 2AM, gently knocked. and waited. I tried to have a small smile on my face for when she looked through the peephole. I may have been nervous on the phone, but I knew how to do this in person. The door opened slowly. She looked disheveled. "Hi," she said. "What's up? It's very late." So, she was going to take the route that our conversation hadn't happened. It might have worked fine through an email, but her voice was unmistakable. It was her. It also let me know where things stood. She was shaken, afraid. "I'd like to borrow a cup of sugar." "Really? At 2 in the morning?" "Yes, I haven't been able to sleep for some reason." "Well, OK." She let me inside. The floor plan of her place was the mirror image of mine. I saw the dark leather sofa by the window and immediately the image of her naked with a finger inside of her and the phone by her ear appeared vividly in my mind. I wondered what moisture was still on that fabric. She saw me staring at the sofa and turned red. I extended my hand to her. "I don't think we've ever actually spoken. I'm Carol." She bowed her head and slowly said, "I'm Penny." It was a confession. "Penny," I started. "I just wanted to make sure you were OK. It was quite a shock to me too." She didn't say anything but her face glowed with embarrassment. She was such a beautiful woman now that I was here with her. It was a warm beauty; the beauty of someone you wanted to have breakfast with after a long night of kissing every inch of her body. She also carried a scent with her, not of perfume, but it smelled like there was a fresh breeze moving through the room. She looked me up and down and finally said, "You don't understand. I'm not a lesbian." Shock number two for the day. "What?" "Not in real life. I mean, I'm not even bi. It's all fantasy." "You seemed very comfortable on the phone." "On the phone, I'm a seductress! In real life, I'm alone and I've never even kissed a woman before." "Do you talk to men on the phone too?" "No, just women. All my fantasies are women." She felt alone, and it made tears well up in my eyes. She didn't realize how many women there were with her desires but just too terrified to act upon them. She was not alone. She was part of a throng of frightened people. "You just keep it isolated to chat and phone?" I asked. "Yes. I had no plans on ever meeting anyone from this." I saw her hand trembling. "This wasn't supposed to happen." "It's OK, Penny. I will never mention it again if you say so." "That's what I want. I want it to never have happened." It hurt when she said this but I tried not to show it. I simply nodded. "It was just supposed to be online, not real life," she continued. "I'm not ready for that. Especially not with you," she almost whispered at the end. I felt my face turn red now with shame. Did she dislike me so much? "No, no!" she exclaimed when she saw my reaction. "No, I've been dreaming of you ever since I moved in. I noticed you the second day in the building." I still felt heat in my face when she said this but not from embarrassment. "You should have said something." "I'm not a lesbian in real life," she explained again. I wondered. Had she been moaning right next to the only wall that joined my apartment by chance? I had an idea. "Do you have any Post-its?" "What? Post-its?" "Yeah, the little sticky pieces of paper." A Gift of Tea She almost laughed through her nervousness. "You're a strange one. I thought I was getting sugar for you." I smiled. "I'm having to make the recipe up as I go." She shook her head, pointed at the computer desk, and plopped down in a chair by her kitchen table. I found the notes and a pen and took them back to the table, sitting next to her. The pen felt warm and I suddenly wondered where this pen had been. I shook my head to come back to reality and wrote a message on the little piece of paper and handed it to her. Wahine: hi. "What's this?" she asked. I wrote another note. Wahine: I'm 32 Female Hawaii. She looked at it. "This is silly." I wrote a third note. W: I think you are beautiful. Very pretty. She smiled as she read it and then took the pen from the table and wrote. Penny: I think you are pretty too. I smiled at her. In her night t-shirt, she was a sight to behold. Slim, soft legs, amazing round hips, rich, though messy, hair. She must have seen me looking her up and down. Another note: W: Very very pretty. Her smile broadened and she turned to the paper to write in earnest. P: You are just saying that to make me feel better. "No, I'm not," I said. "Oops." W: No, I'm not. You look really really comfortable, cuddly. Sexy. She giggled. P: I sound like a Teddy Bear. W: well, I like cuddling with teddy bears. P: what else do you like doing with them? She certainly knew how to flirt in this format. W: I used to practice kissing them. P: Maybe being a teddy bear isn't so bad. I took her hand as she was placing the pen down and held it, looking across the table at her. "I still don't want you to go," I said. She looked at me and then wrote another note. P: you are in MY home I laughed out loud. She smiled a big grin, teeth and all. W: I am going to kiss your hand. She looked at the note and bit her lip, then looked at me. I could almost see her heart beating under her cotton shirt. I raised her hand to my lips and softly kissed the back of her palm. She looked nervous again. Heck, I was nervous now. But she didn't look scared. I took her other hand and kissed it as well. She raised her fingers to my face and caressed my cheek, my lips, studying me. Her touch was soft but firm. Somehow it seemed right for her job. "We won't do anything you don't want," I told her. She scooted her chair closer to mine, so that our knees almost touched. I took the hand that caressed my cheek and led it slowly down my face, over my neck, shoulders and side. She needed to get comfortable with her dreams in the flesh. To my surprise, without much guidance from me, she slid it slowly across my stomach, then over my breasts. I was getting so excited, and I knew I had to contain myself since there was no telling how far she could go this first time. First time. Apparently, I had already decided I wanted a second. She suddenly scribbled out a note. I listened to the pen scratching with ferocity on the the note. P: I want you so bad. "Let me touch you," I whispered. She nodded, and I took her hand, standing her up. I walked behind her and raised my hands to caress hers arms up and down. Slowly I wrapped her body in my embrace until I was pressed against her back. I could see goose bumps on her skin as I leaned in and kissed her neck from behind. Then she did it. "Mmmm...." One of those moans. It was like a damn burst inside of me. I felt moisture between my legs and it was all I could do not to tackle her. I let my tongue lick up her neck, tasting her skin all the way up to her ear. There was a slight salty taste. Was it tears? Was it sweat from anxiety or sweat from passion? "Oh, Carol. That feels so good," she purred. I continued nibbling along her ear and neck as my hands explored her body. Curves. Wow, such curves. My hands felt the slope of her hips and ran over her large bosom with nipples that could be felt through the thick nightie she still wore. Everything I touched was so soft and smooth. I wanted more. "I'm going to take off my nightgown," I whispered in her ear. "You better," she replied with no hint of irony. My pink nightgown fell to the floor and I pressed my almost entirely naked body up against this woman I had just met. Her skin was so soft the only way you could tell where her nightshirt ended was the incredible warmth from her thighs compared to the cool nightie. "This feels so good," I moaned into her hair. "Keep touching me," she said. How could I stop? My hands explored everything they could reach on this gorgeous creature. Abs, nipples, oh tweaking those hard nipples as she moaned by my ear, her hips, and then her thighs, feeling the bare skin for the first time with my hands. My heart raced. My legs slid up and down hers, pushing her nightshirt higher. Then my hands fell under the fabric of the shirt and slid up her tummy and cupping her breasts in my hands. At least as much of them as I could, as she was easily a D cup. Her nipples pushed against the very centers of my palms. She leaned back into me, giving into my touch, her breath getting faster. "Arms up," I coaxed. She instantly complied, and I pealed the nightshirt off, throwing it away. I turned her to face me and wrapped my body around hers. She started kissing my hair over and over as I held her. Then her lips found mine. The first thing I noticed was how wet they were. And then it was how tender they were, but such need in them too. My tongue wrestled with hers and I forgot she had never done this before. I forgot everything other than what she was doing to me. We kissed and kissed, falling onto the carpeting below us, her on top, never breaking this kiss, never needing air. My hands slid up and down her back, dragging my nails lightly, then cupping her bottom in my hands. Her hands were on my face, keeping my lips on hers, not letting me escape. I slid my hands under the silky fabric of her panties and caressed her bare rear. She moaned again, this time into my neck as she licked my skin up and down. Our emotions were spiraling out of control. I licked at whatever part of her I could reach as I pushed her panties down her thighs. She sucked at my skin, eating down my body. My body jumped as she took one of my breasts in her mouth, sucking slowly then harder upon me. I moaned with pure excitement as much as from the feelings from my chest. Just that I could feel her body on mine drove me up the wall. When she started licking my stomach, I almost orgasmed. My hips bucked and I bit at my hand. I needed her so desperately. I rolled her over, pouncing on top of her, straddling her thighs. We stared at one another for a minute, breathing, taking each other in. Then I lowered my fingers to her lips where she started to suck them. Such a beautiful sight. I slid them down her skin, over each nipple, teasing, and then down her stomach to her pubic hair, which was revealed since her panties were bundled around her thighs. (Only occurred to me later that she had claimed she was shaven on the phone.) I felt her dampness as I slid my hand down between her legs. It's such an amazing sensation, when you feel a woman there and you know that liquid is there for you, because of you, because she wants you, wants you to take her over a cliff. Just the two of you. "Oh, that's good," we both moaned at once. We smiled at each other realizing what we had done. She smiled that is until I began to run my hand slowly up and down her folds. At that point, she caught her breath and looked into my eyes so intently. She wanted what I was going to do to her. She trusted me enough to open every part of her body to me. I would never let her down. We just looked at each other as my hand moved up and down her wet insides. That moisture. That heat. Her hips ground against my hand, and I started to slide my own thighs against her leg. We watched each other's faces as our bodies took control. I followed each sensation as it washed across her face. Each wild look, each bitten lip, each sigh. She was doing the same as I rubbed against her. She had never had a woman's juices on her skin. But she was letting me slide my wet pussy against her thigh. She began to whimper. Then tried to say something. Then gave up because her mind was not with her. I moved a finger inside her labia. Her hands grasped at the carpet as her hips launched upwards. "Fuck! Oh yes, yes. So. So. Good." I had never in my life seen or heard anything so wonderful. My fingers found her clit and she was cumming immediately. "Aahhh! Ohhhhhh! Carol, baby, I'm-" She screamed out and her body launched off the ground. I tried to ride her as the waves of sensation went through her. She cried out. More words I could not understand as her pussy became wetter under my hand, soaking my fingers completely. Her orgasm was so amazng it almost brought me off as well. Then she suddenly was wiggling away in earnest, saying she couldn't handle anymore. I took her in my arms and began kissing her face over and over, cradling her body into mine. She was so warm. We lay there with me kissing her hair and her breathing into my chest. I remember vividly that feel of her hot breath on my bosom, one breath, then another. "That was incredible," she said. I only nodded. "Oh wow, Carol." I smiled when I realized we didn't even know each other's actual names yet. "I'm taking you to my bed now," she said kissing the fingers that had been inside her legs. We both stood up and she removed her panties and pulled mine to the ground. She took both of my hands and dragged me, grinning, to her bed. She sat me down on the bed and got on her knees in front of me. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Hush," she replied. "You don't have to, you know." "Try and stop me." She brought one of my legs up to her mouth and bit lightly on the inside of my ankle. Then she took the other ankle in her hand and licked along my calves on both sides. OK. Wow. I wasn't going to say another word. This woman who was dying of fright a half hour ago had both of my legs under her total control now and was starting to nibble up my body. It made me tremble. She licked under each knee and then up each thigh. Her tongue was finding every spot on my skin. I started whimpering in anticipation, echoing her not 10 minutes ago. I also remembered how that ended. "Penny..." "Yes?" she asked, stopping and looking up at me with gorgeous green eyes. "Don't stop," I said, almost begging already. She lowered her head again and I felt her tongue on the insides of my thighs, just a quarter of an inch from my aching pussy. I could smell my fragrance floating up from where she worked. I hadn't been so excited in a long time. I wondered what it was like to her, but I soon stopped wondering about anything, lost in the sensations coursing through me. As she was sucking on the inside of a leg, her cheek grazed my pussy and I tried to contain my excitement. But it didn't work. She turned and kissed me, her face hitting my clit and my first orgasm rang out, surprising me. My hips shook and I felt tears on my cheek. She didn't stop though. She started licking me. Her tongue was sliding inside my body, up and down my slit. It felt so good, soooo good. I was mumbling incoherently as she continued working my wet, wet pussy. Then her tongue was pressing against my clit and licking back and forth. "Oh, yes. Yes. Yes. oh, give it to me. oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh!" My second orgasm hit. I felt more tears and my body writhing. But she still didn't stop. Her tongue would never stop. It was going to lick me forever. I knew it. It was so good. It was too much. It was just right. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! More! No! i mean! fuckkk!!" My voice echoed back to me from around the room. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! So goooooodd!!" My voice broke as my third hit me. As my body shook and my dirty words floated around her bedroom, I was taken with only one idea. I wanted to make her cum. Cum like me. Cum until I was covered in her body and we melted into one. "On top of me," I managed to get out. "What?" "Turn around." She looked up at me confused. "69!" I almost yelled between panting. She grinned and jumped up onto the bed, straddling my face with her legs. I was so happy to taste and smell her for the first time. To be the first woman to do this to her. I sucked at her pubic hairs, licking them up and down, then licking each labia in turn. She was sweet. She actually tasted sweet. I heard her moan, and so I pulled her down onto my face. She was still soaking wet and I licked and licked at her. I felt her try to lick at me, but she wasn't able to do much with my activities below. I sucked her little clit with my lips and stroked her back and bottom. Suddenly, I felt fingers plunge into me and I cried out into her mound. I lost control. I wanted to please her, but I was gone. I just ate her. I couldn't get enough. As those fingers went in and out of me, her hips writhed and bucked on top of me. There was slurping. The smell of sex all around me. The moisture from inside her body covering my face, seeping inside me. I got my thumb on her clit and she was screaming, cumming again and again. I didn't let her go this time. I kept it up until I had gotten another and then another and I felt her clinging to my body, sobbing. I slowly relaxed, kissed lightly here and there, and caressed her, showing my affection. After a couple minutes of breathing, she moved up and turned around so we could lie in each other's arms on her large bed. She stroked my hair and looked at me. "It's never been so good before, Carol." I smiled at her and kissed her once, then again, and a third time. "My name isn't Carol," I let her know. A small smile broke out on her lips too. "My name isn't Penny. I don't even like the Beatles that much." We continued to lie together and caress until the sun came up, saying little. As the first rays peaked into the bedroom, I heard her voice from behind me on the bed where we were spooning. "What do we do now?" she asked peacefully. I caressed the arms wrapped around my naked body. "I don't know," I said. "Let's go fix a cup of tea and talk about it."