13 comments/ 135856 views/ 46 favorites Betty's Self Discovery By: Pelios I'm Betty. I'm twenty-seven years old, a college graduate, a paralegal by trade, and a would-be artist and recently divorced. That's about as much of my personal history that you need to know for the purposes of this story. As to what I look like, I'm five feet six; I have dirty blond hair and brown eyes. I have a decent figure. I'm not huge breasted or beautiful, although most do tell me I am attractive, at least they say that if they want to fuck me. If a man wants to fuck me bad enough, he'll probably tell me I'm beautiful and have haunting dark eyes. If he wants a blowjob he will likely say that I have a sensuous mouth. Of course, most people don't say those things at all unless they are after sex. Friends usually tell me that I'm pretty and have a warm, happy face, but I think some of my friends want to fuck me. I had a visit last Saturday morning from a friend of mine named Laura. We've known each other for years, since we were freshmen in college in fact, and she comes over to visit or asks me out about once a month. Laura always struck me as being a little unusual, but in a way that is hard to express. She's pretty. She has light brown hair of a color that is often unflatteringly referred to as dishwater blond, in other words a little lighter than my hair at least in the highlights. She has lovely blue eyes and she is an inch or two taller than I am. Her breasts are a little smaller than mine, and she hides the rest of her figure behind loose clothing, or if she is wearing a dress, it is long and loose and comes down to her ankles. She is a librarian by profession and says she loves her job. Anyway, she came over and we were sipping coffee while I was telling her about this book of illustrations that I was about to have published -- my first publishing of anything actually. She had been gazing at me thoughtfully while I told her about it and finally she said, "Well, I think you deserve it, Betty, I've seen your drawings for years, and I think they're wonderful." "Really?" I was extremely pleased, "You never said before." She crossed her legs -- she was wearing an ankle length print dress today with flats, took another sip of her coffee and set down the cup on the end table beside her at the end of the couch. I was sitting across from her in an armchair. "Oh, I've always thought your drawings are beautiful, very sexy, in fact. I try not to look at them too often because they make me horny. Damn! I'm so horny today, too." She shook her head at what I thought was almost a non sequitur. Perhaps she did too. I mainly drew fantasy art; muscular men and women wearing scantily clad costumes, or no costumes, that sort of thing, so I could see how she might find them sexy. After all I worked pretty hard to make them look sexy, just as I worked hard to make my monsters seem scary. Although I wasn't sure how, I felt the need to respond to her remark about horniness. "Well I certainly know where you are coming from. It's been six months since my divorce. I guess it's time I started to date or something." Fortunately, Laura was still on track with my art, "Not the men especially," clarified Laura, still giving me that thoughtful look, "But your women are amazing. I mean, in most fantasy art the women have huge boobs, and yours rarely do, and even though they are muscular, they don't look, you know, mannish." "And looking at them makes you horny?" Laura shrugged, "Yeah, they sure do! And no, as far as I know, I'm not gay. I've only slept with a few men, but it's only been men. For some reason, looking at women I consider attractive turns me on as much as looking at men that seem attractive. In fact, I think sexy women are more of a turn on. What about you?" I was a little surprised to realize I'd never really thought of it that way, but... "Um, actually, I guess my pictures of women turn me on a little, too. After all, why else would I draw them that way?" I noticed Laura re-crossing her legs. She was practically fidgeting and she kept wriggling her ass like she couldn't get comfortable. She noticed me noticing her, "Sorry," she said, "I get so horny sometime that I just can't sit still. Would you mind terribly if I masturbated? As horny as I am, it will only take a few minutes." Never has a woman asked me that! I tried not to look as shocked as I felt. After all, the artist side of me wants to cultivate an image of being cosmopolitan and world-wise. "No, please go ahead. You can use my bathroom or even my bedroom if you like." "You're so sweet, Betty, but I mean I want to do it here and now, on the couch, in front of you. Don't worry, you don't have to see anything." Whereupon, she spread her legs slightly and began rubbing and squeezing her crotch right through her dress. "So, you were saying that you found your women to be attractive, too? Is it women with nicely muscled legs that you find sexy?" For a moment, I couldn't answer. I mean, there was a woman masturbating in front of me like it was something that happened all the time. I'm not like that. Other women I know weren't like that. In fact, I don't think I have heard a woman admit she masturbated, much less ask to masturbate in front of me -- not that Laura had waited for my permission, and from the way she was looking at me so intently, it was clear that my watching her was an important part of her masturbation. I finally found myself just staring at the hand that was rubbing her crotch. Laura cleared her throat and repeated, "Is it women with nicely muscled legs that you find sexy?" Evidently Laura felt comfortable about what she was doing and intended to just continue the conversation. I felt pretty shocked and uncomfortable about it, but I was determined to pretend not to notice. "Yes, that's a lot of it, although there is a lot to find beautiful about the female form like in the shape of the breasts as opposed to their size, and in the hips and waist... So you don't find muscular men to be attractive?" I tried really hard not to look directly at where her hand was rubbing, but I couldn't help but glance now and then, and since Laura seemed to be watching me intently, I know she noticed. "Not really, at least not as much. In real life muscular men are usually too vain for my tastes, and sometimes they're gay." She was starting to sound a little breathless. "Did you know that I have legs a lot like your women?" Before I could answer she used her free hand to raise her skirt, all the way up to mid thigh. I was stunned, not just by her actions, but by her legs. They were shapely, beautiful, and rippling with musculature. "Goodness!" I almost stammered, "I never had any idea you were hiding a body like that under your clothes! Why, they're just gorgeous, Laura." Her calves flattened against the couch as her muscles bunched making her calves look very wide, her breathing was practically panting now, and her face was turning pink, then red. Her blue eyes were still locked on mine and her mouth was parted. She licked her lips. Looking into her face as she began her orgasm, I felt as if I was participating in an incredibly lewd and lascivious act. My nipples were tingling and I had butterflies in my pussy making it twitch in sympathy with Laura's naked lust as her mouth opened wider, her eyes still burning into mine. "Oh!" she coughed, and then shivered. "Yes!" Her breathing deepened and she leaned back against the couch, taking her hand out of her lap, her skirt still carelessly pulled up to mid thigh. As she relaxed her legs spread a little more, but she still wasn't showing me anything, and dammit I needed to stop looking, but her legs were so perfect, so sexy! I had never really noticed before, but Laura's skin had a natural olive tone, almost like a tan that went everywhere. Obviously some Mediterranean blood that mixed strangely with her blond streaked light brown hair and blue eyes. I noticed the same color on her arms and neck. God! Her orgasm had been a sexy thing to watch! She gave me a lazy smile as the color of her face slowly returned to normal. "Thanks so much, Betty. Doing that in front of you made it so much more intense. I love the way you looked at me, the way you're still looking at my legs. Maybe you'd like to draw me sometime?" I felt a little faint, "Uh, yes. Yes, that would be great, Laura. You would make a great model." I sounded stupid and knew it and couldn't stop looking at those beautiful legs. "Maybe you could wear shorts, or a swim suit, or something." Laura chuckled, "I don't have either, so I guess I would have to pose nude. You'd like to have me pose nude, wouldn't you, Betty?" Of course I had painted from live nude models before in art courses, but it had never turned me on, at least not like this. I admit that nude women were attractive to look at, but... So I found it difficult to state the obvious truth, "Yes, nude would be great, Laura." Her breathing was nearly back to normal, but her intense blue eyes were still pinning me to my armchair like a butterfly on Styrofoam. "Have you ever had sex with another woman, Betty?" "No, I mean, not really. Have you?" I swallowed. I'd never given sex with women much thought, but with those legs, if Laura made a pass at me, well, I was sure thinking about it now. After all, I was very horny myself after her slutty but extremely erotic display. "That's right, you already told me that you haven't had sex with women." "No, I never have," said Laura, still smiling, "But I've thought about it a lot. You said not really, that means you have some experience perhaps?" I could have lied, but I have this tendency to tell the truth. It is partly a desire to be honest, but I sometimes think it is laziness or perhaps even the inability to make up a good lie. In fact, when I had answered, I had completely forgotten about my 'experience' with a woman. "Oh, I was at a party and had a few too many drinks. I went outside to get a breath of fresh air -- clear my head a bit. This woman was out there smoking a cigarette and we talked a few minutes then she kissed me, and just kept kissing me." "Did you enjoy her kissing?" asked Laura almost eagerly, "Did anything else happen?" "Well yes, I thought she was a very sexy kisser. And her kisses were soft, pretty arousing, really," I could feel myself blushing, but I made myself tell the truth, "She tasted like cigarette smoke, but it was sexy somehow. Honestly, I don't think I have thought of it much since, but I enjoyed kissing her very much." "What did she look like?" asked Laura. I shrugged, wondering at Laura's curiosity, "She had reddish-brown hair, just a little taller than me, and green eyes. Um, let's see," I was trying to be thorough, "She had bigger breasts than mine, a really nice body, and long legs." I squirmed a bit, "She was beautiful, okay. But it wasn't that, I mean, it was her kisses that made me go all gooey." "And did anything else happen?" persisted Laura. I sighed, and continued reluctantly, "She touched my breasts a while and then she put her hand under my dress. I let her touch me, you know," I had to take a breath, "between the legs. Then I made her stop, and I went inside." Laura leaned forward, her lips slightly parted, "How long did you let her touch you between the legs." "Several minutes," I admitted in a small voice, "Maybe five or six or seven. Maybe eight or nine. I'm not really sure. I think I was out of control at the time." "Was her hand inside your panties?" Laura asked softly, her blue eyes focused intently on mine. Her lips were open again. "Yes," I whispered. I so didn't want to talk about this... "Did you come?" I didn't answer but I nodded. I thought I could see sexual hunger in Laura's eyes, now, or maybe I was projecting. I was very aroused, thinking about that night that I had all but blocked from my memory, and I had already been disturbingly turned on from Laura's shocking display of masturbation. I looked down at Laura's shapely legs. I was very aroused and getting so hot it was starting to make me breathe a little harder. "Then what do you mean that you stopped her?" asked Laura with a grin. She spread her legs enough to let me see a little more thigh. "Sounds to me like you went all the way. Did you touch her?" Laura eased her right hand under dress, using her left hand to hold her dress down over her groin area. She was showing most of her curvy legs now and was obviously masturbating again. I could see her hand moving under the dress. I felt the urge to touch myself but resisted. "I touched her some, but just outside her clothes." I was really reliving the memory now; the taste of the woman's kisses, the firmness of her breasts, and oh wonders! I could remember how her hand felt exploring inside my panties. Laura swallowed and squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment, then continued her inquisition a little more hoarsely, "Where on her body did you touch her?" "I felt her breasts, ran my hands over her back -- that sort of thing." I took a sip of coffee to moisten my throat, then murmured, "And I felt up her bottom pretty thoroughly while we were kissing. She felt really nice and firm, in all those places." Was I just being honest or deliberately fueling Laura's masturbation? I was so aroused that I wasn't sure and I was in immanent danger of not caring. "Actually, Laura, she felt good, really good. I enjoyed touching her." I glared back at Laura as if daring her to make something out of that. I was obviously loosing my mind. "And you say you stopped her. What was she doing that you had to stop her?" Laura licked her lips and gave a grunt so tiny I almost didn't hear it. I tore my eyes from Laura's crotch again, and found her blue eyes still locked on mine, "She held me in her arms while I was coming, but then she got down on her knees in front of me and started raising my dress," I swallowed and took a breath, "That's when I stopped her. That is, I stopped her after she kissed my panties once or twice." "Why? And exactly how many kisses were there on your panties?" "Two or three," I sighed, blushing, but I might as well admit it all, "But they were long kisses, very hot kisses, and I knew she was about to take my panties off, or pull them aside. So, I had to stop her!" "But that must have felt wonderful, Betty. Why did you feel like you had to stop her?" "Because just a few seconds later, I wouldn't have had the will power," I snapped, "Because we were at a party and anyone could come out any moment," I shrugged, a little irritated at Laura as if she was being obtuse instead of inquisitive. "Besides I was married, and my husband was just inside. What would it have been like to have him walk outside and find me with my legs spread and woman's head under my dress?" I felt a little angry at all her questions, although I sure didn't have to answer them, yet I had, and I had done it knowing it was making Laura hotter. "Well, say you weren't under those restrictions, do you think you would have let her?" Laura leaned back with her hand working more energetically under her dress. "Well?" she prompted. She used her left hand to pull her dress up to her waist, revealing her pussy. She had dark brown pubic hair that looked very soft and fine, and a pink slit that was only partially covered by her right hand rubbing little circles around her clit. I could clearly see the pink-walled well of her vagina. Inside her pussy she was glistening with moisture. It looked very wet. I had to shake my head to remember her question, "Oh, that. How would I know? Maybe I would have let her do anything she wanted or maybe I wouldn't. Laura you are showing me your genitals." It seemed like a spectacularly inane thing to say, but I said it. "Yes," she replied casually with that lazy smile, "I've wanted to show you my pussy for a long time. What are you thinking when you look at it." Laura's blue eyes were still staring into mine. Her cheeks had a rosy blush and her lips were slightly parted. She licked her lips and I thought she would orgasm again very soon. "I'm mostly in shock, if you must know," then I shrugged, "But I think it's very pretty." Then I realized more fully what she'd said -- my thoughts were lagging for some reason. "Why have you wanted to show me that for years?" Why did I even ask? I knew the answer. And why oh why had I just told another woman that I thought her genitals were very pretty? "Because I've always been attracted to you, Betty, and I've always wanted to see yours. Do you think you might show me yours sometime?" I took a deep breath to get control of myself, tore my gaze away from her pussy, even though it really did seem lovely to me, and instead looked her in the eyes, "Laura, I had all but blocked that memory of that party from my mind. I don't think I have a gay bone in my body, and while you are doing a pretty first rate job of seduction," I couldn't help but give another glance at her hand rubbing her clit, "I don't really want to get into the sex thing with another woman." "Ok," panted Laura, "But would you show me your pussy, please? I'd really love to see it." It was easily doable, I mean, I was wearing a fairly short skirt, and I could slip my panties off and spread my legs for her, but it seemed like giving in to something. It would make what she was doing more mutual. Laura was having sex right now, and at my expense in some way or another, but if I played along, I felt like WE would be having sex. So I refused. "Laura, really! I'd rather not." "That's fine," said Laura with a tight smile, "but I think you are really aroused from watching me, and I think you are very turned on from looking at my pussy, so it would really be a kindness to show me yours, too. Aren't you very aroused right now, Betty?" Sometimes trying to be an honest person can be really difficult, "Well, yes. All right. You win." Even though I didn't want to be a participant, I wanted much less to get further into a discussion about how aroused I was from watching her, so I gave in. I stood up to strip my panties down, sat back down and spread my legs for her. "Wider please," Laura was practically moaning. I could feel myself blushing already, but I obeyed and spread myself so she could get a good look at my brown haired bush, and from the cool air hitting my slit, I knew she could see inside me, at least somewhat. I used my hands to spread my lower lips a little more for her. I told myself that the sooner she came, the sooner this would stop. I tried hard not to admit that the lust Laura exhibited as she gazed inside my pussy wasn't affecting me as well, but it was. Oh, it was! "Oh, oh," moaned Laura, "So lovely..." Laura was turning red again and obviously having another orgasm. She closed her eyes and groaned then grunted hard several times. "Huh, uh, Uh!" I was so turned on, it was very difficult to keep my hands off myself, so I busied myself pulling my panties back on and smoothing my dress. I knew I was still blushing when Laura opened her eyes and smiled at me. She dropped her own skirt back down around her ankles and said, "I really want to thank you for an intense sexual experience, Betty. I hope it didn't embarrass you too much." "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't embarrassed," I suddenly felt very shy, "but I would also be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy it some. I don't know why, but that was very sexy, Laura. And frankly, you have just fantastic legs." "Do you think we could do that again sometimes?" asked Laura, leaning forward slightly, her lips slightly parted, "That was probably the best sex I ever had!" I shivered, "I don't think so. I mean it leaves me in kind of an awkward position..." "How about next time I'm completely nude, and you can sketch me while I do myself." Laura gave me a seductive smile, "If you liked my legs, I think you'll like my body. I work out, you know..." Betty's Self Discovery Ch. 02 Then I stopped kissing long enough to whisper into her mouth, "Lisa, you can always find a better boyfriend. This doesn't have to change your life," I said again and raised myself up some and ran my finger over a nipple; it was firm and all but throbbing. Lisa's eyes closed a moment in pleasure. I leaned down to whisper between her lips again, "Do you really think my breasts are pretty?" I asked and raised myself back up to give her a good look. She looked at my chest and nodded, "Then kiss one if you like." For once, she didn't hesitate which almost made me jump in surprise. She raised her head and kissed my left breast several times then gave a gentle suck on the nipple. I sighed at the wonderful delicate touch of her warm mouth. Pleased with my reaction she did the same to my other breast. "That was so lovely, Lisa. May I do the same to yours?" "Yes," she grinned, "I wondered if I would enjoy that ever since you took your shirt off." "And do you like kissing my breasts?" I waited for her nodding smile, and I said, "Then suck my nipples a little more, please." I lowered myself a little but she also raised her head and began to suck harder at my nipples – back and forth between them for several minutes. "Now let me." I sighed. So I began kissing her breasts softly the way I like it and when I started to suck on her nipples, she whispered, "Harder please." So I sucked harder on them and nipped them slightly with my teeth. She responded by pressing her groin harder against my hip and moaned, using her hands to hold my head closer to her chest. I continued sucking, pulling with my lips and nibbling on her nipples, and she cried out, "Yes, Betty, yes!" Her hips were pumping her groin against my hip now. This was a girl who really enjoyed her breasts, so I enjoyed them too. I thought she might be actually approaching orgasm when she suddenly pushed my head back from her breasts and said, "You can take my pants off now, Betty. It just couldn't be too terrible to let our bodies touch each other and I think it would make me come." Her face was pink and her eyes serious. She was breathing with parted lips, and I could tell she was indeed pretty close to orgasm. I scrambled off her and stood beside her getting ready to reach for her button, but she was already opening the button and unzipping, so I assisted in pulling her jeans off. They were pretty snug but I managed to get them all the way off her. The lower half of her body dazzled me. Every slight movement she made caused a muscle ripple, even in her hips. Her smooth tanned thighs and lower legs were rounded and thick with muscle. Her pale bikini marks framed a somewhat thick but neatly trimmed dark brown bush so she could wear her bikini without hair poking out. Her dark pubic hair looked soft and nearly completely hid the thick lips of her swollen mound of Venus. "You're so beautiful all over, Lisa!" I said with obvious awe in my voice, beginning to run my hands over those wonderful legs. "Do you really think so?" Lisa gave a shy smile and rubbed her legs together, "Some guys think I look too muscular in the legs. It's not my fault; I just naturally look like that." Her legs moved nervously some more as I ran my hands over them. "I think you have the sexiest legs I've ever seen," I said reverently, "Just touching your sexy muscles is such a turn on that it makes me want to kiss your legs." I looked up into her lovely long-lashed green eyes, "Please say I can kiss your sexy legs, Lisa?" "Gosh Betty!" she turned a little pinker in the face, "You've been doing a great job of seducing me so far, but now you think my legs are sexy?" She took a deep breath that made her breasts swell marvelously, "If you think my legs are sexy, of course you can kiss them!" I knelt beside her and began kissing her legs, paying special attention to her heavy calves and their lovely curves and the long vertical dimple. I kissed her tan thighs thoroughly too, noting the fine blond hairs above her shaving line. I licked, kissed and nibbled at the creamy area left by her bikini, not once kissing her furred mound, until she was squirming and trying to pull me to her pussy with her hands. "Please Betty. I can't help myself any more. Make me come, Betty!" she moaned. So I began to nuzzle and kiss her pubic hair, then spread her thick outer lips with my fingertips. I so wanted this and bit back a moan as she spread her legs wider for me revealing her sharp smell to my sensitive nose. It was definitely different this time. I wanted her pussy more than anything. I spread her furred outer lips. She was just gorgeous with smooth, dark pink glistening inner flesh, a small clit and a lovely jagged hole of a vagina that grasped at my tongue when I slid it inside her. I reveled in her woman smell and even the slight hint of pee – it seemed the richest sexiest smell in the world to me now. I wuzzled my face back and forth inside her, trying to get my face as far inside her as I could. I spread her ass checks and lapped happily at her pale brown sphincter and even tongued inside its dry warmth, while she seemed to squirm and pivot on my tongue, sighing and moaning her pleasure, her feet and calves massaging my back. When I started licking and sucking on her clit, I eased two fingers inside her juicy vagina and pumped them in and out making squishy wet noises that both of us evidently enjoyed because she cried out and started turning red after only about two minutes of this. When her orgasm hit fully, she got louder with her moans and cries and pumped her hips wildly at my face. I was not only finding it difficult to ride her with my face, but I got a bit of battering too from her pussy bone. Still I rode her orgasm out with her juices practically dribbling down my chin. I licked at her juices, swallowed what I could and rubbed some across my breasts. When she finally indicated that she was getting over sensitive, I climbed back up on her body and put my breasts in her face. I let her suck at my pussy scented breasts for a couple of minutes, and then I began kissing her again. She kissed me back passionately evidently eager for more of her own pussy smell, and the taste of her pussy in my mouth. Finally, between kisses she said softly, "I didn't really want to do this at first, but that was just wonderful, Betty. I've never had such a powerful orgasm before!" I was so full of lust and having such a wonderful time that I had to stop and think about her words before they sank in, "I'm so glad you liked it, Lisa. I don't even think you would believe me if I told you how much I enjoyed doing that to you. I may have had even more fun than you did." I searched into her green eyes feeling very tender toward her, "Rest how ever long you need, but then, I would really love to do it to you again." She gave a little shrug of her shoulders that could mean anything. "I was telling the truth about not considering women sexually, but I have had a few dreams about it – strange and powerfully sexual dreams that made me wake up feeling ashamed. I've fought it, hidden from it, and never admitted it to a soul, but still I will occasionally have dreams about sex with other girls, older women, sometimes more than one woman at a time. And now that you did that to me, well..." "Well what, darling?" and I gave her little peck on her freckle sprinkled nose. "It's like my dreams – sexual and wonderful, but I'm awake. So I also feel ashamed and kind of dirty. And you licked my ass, Betty! That was such a filthy thing to do." She looked searchingly back into my eyes, trying I think to see if I understood. "I really liked it and that makes me feel like a dirty, filthy slut." Her words were still soft and sweet, but I had to admit I was a little puzzled by the content. "So you don't want me to lick your ass any more?" I gave her a slow lick across her lips and felt her shiver under me. "Are you kidding? I definitely want you to do some more of that! It felt funny at first, you know, like I was going to the bathroom, but then it got all warm..." she gave me a sly little smile, "I'm just telling you that I am really learning to love feeling like a dirty, filthy slut. And for my first conscious act as your slut, can I take the rest of your clothes off? I've never really looked closely at a naked woman." "Of course," I murmured with a grin back, "Anything you want, Lisa." I rose and stood beside her while she sat up. She reached for the button and zipper on the side of my skirt and quickly had me stepping out of it. Then while she looked over my legs pretty thoroughly running her fingers along my curves, she pulled down my panties and then looked at my groin. "Oh, but you are so pretty, too, Betty," she exclaimed, pulling my hips to her face and kissing my dark brown pubic hair. She went on hugging my hips and kissing my pubic hair and nuzzling it, but not really getting down into my slit. Still, I felt pretty charmed by her actions and took it as a good sign. Suddenly she looked up at me, "I hope I'm not being too forward..." I chuckled, "No, darling, you can do anything you like, pose me how you like, look at me, touch me, kiss me – absolutely anything at all – I'll be your sex-slave if you like." She rubbed her chin in my pubic hair, still hugging my hips while her green eyes probed mine, "Really?" "Absolutely, Lisa," I said, putting affection into my voice, "my body is your plaything to satisfy yourself with tonight." I pressed my pussy against her face just a little, "You already seem to like my pussy, and I can tell you it is already pretty hot for you." "Oh yes," she said giving me some more pubic hair kisses, "It's so pretty. I was always a little afraid I might be like this if I ever gave in to temptation. That's one reason I was so reluctant. I love the way women's pubic hair looks and you are just so perfect." She gave me several more kisses in the pubic hair, then a couple of French ones and one that licked just barely near my clit, then she looked up at me again, "If you meant what you said, I would like to have a look at your bottom, please, then inside your pussy?" "Of course," I said, wondering at the girl's total eagerness now that she had set aside her inhibitions – and apparently from gratitude for the orgasm I gave her. Strange girl, but I was loving this! I turned around and felt a little embarrassed as I felt her fingers spread my ass cheeks wide and the cool air hit my asshole. She rubbed her nose against my pucker a moment, then I felt a feathery kiss that made thrills run up and down my legs. "Oh God, what a beautiful bottom," murmured Lisa just before she began to French kiss my cheeks, up and down my crack and finally my asshole with feathery, light French kisses. I couldn't help the involuntary wiggle in my hips when her tongue slipped slightly inside my bottom. The pleasure and warmth she was spreading in my ass filled me with delight but surprised me with her boldness. I felt her fingers penetrate my vagina as her tongue continued to slip deeper and deeper into my ass. I was now bending slightly forward, spreading my legs wider and moaning my pleasure. I was actually approaching orgasm when her strong hands turned me around again, and she looked up at me with her green eyes, long lashes and freckled nose and said, "You've just gotta fuck my face, Betty, please? Just treat me like your dirty whore! Please?" She leaned her head back on the couch, so I put my knees on the couch straddling her head, and bracing my arms against the back of the couch, I lowered myself by spreading my thighs wider until I felt her mouth kissing and licking in my pussy. "Now, fuck my face and fuck me hard, Betty!" I began moving my hips backward and forward, moving faster until I was giving her face a really good ride, mainly hitting my clit against her nose with her mouth in my vagina, her tongue moving all inside me. I fucked even harder and faster as I felt my orgasm building, and then when I was coming I was fucking her face so hard, I was no longer thinking or caring if I hurt her with her nose going from my asshole up to my clit and down again, faster and harder. I had never come so hard or long in my life. I know I screamed once or twice, and the orgasm lasted an incredibly long time. I was also aware of lubricating fluids – pussy juice practically flowing out of me and judging by the slurping and gulping noises, being appreciated by Lisa. I felt like a nasty sweaty old pervert taking wicked advantage of a young innocent girl. I'd never felt better in my life! I would have been content to rest a while, but Lisa asked me to lie on my tummy so she could play with my ass some more. Lisa loved playing with my ass it seemed, and my ass sure as hell loved the attention. I lay on the couch, feeling good while Lisa worked hard at making me feel even better, and she was doing a good job. She was being gentle, massaging my cheeks with her hands and giving me continuous licks up and down the crack of my bottom, pausing frequently to kiss and lick in my little pucker, not penetrating me much, just little stabs with her tongue now and then along with licks and kisses on the backs of my thighs. "Ooo, I can't believe that I am loving doing this to a woman," I heard her mutter, "It's just so sexy, so hot!" She also let me return the favor afterward, something I enjoyed much more than I had thought I would. She had such a round, shapely bottom. When I was licking her lovely bottom and tonguing her hole, she started working with me, using her ass muscles to open when I pushed in and squeeze shut when I pulled out, until it was mostly her, sucking in and ejecting my tongue. I mentioned how wonderful her new skill was, and she insisted on practicing some more, so we traded back and forth until we were both getting pretty good at using our anal muscles, and it felt wonderful, too! Finally we sat together on the couch, naked and making out and feeling each other up. Slowly the kissing grew passionate again and the feeling up became clit rubbing. We both tried to come together, but I guess I was a little more excited and started coming first. However, that made Lisa more excited and she was coming before I finished. Finally, I told Lisa that it was nearly midnight and time for me to go to bed, besides I needed to pee something desperate. Lisa reached for her shirt, but when I stood to go to the bathroom, she asked me, "Would you mind if I come with you. I'd really love to watch you pee." I hesitated, "There will be plenty of time for everything, but not tonight, Lisa. It's just too late. But if you want to get some things from home and move in tomorrow that would be okay – I mean you could live here until the end of the project." I hesitated again, thinking what a big step this was for me, "At least without your commute time, we would have a little more time for having sex – when we aren't working, I mean." Lisa nodded thoughtfully, obviously shrugging off the request to watch me pee, "Ok, Betty, that would probably be pretty smart. The project ends right before school starts up, and we might not be able to see each other as often then, maybe not at all the first couple of weeks of school." A startled look crossed her face and she looked into my eyes, "Assuming, that is..." I chuckled, "Oh yes, Lisa! While I'm sure you will move on one of these days, until then, I want to enjoy you as much as I can, and as often as I can!" We said good night and I hurried off to pee. The next morning Lisa showed up early at 8 with two suitcases – we usually started at 10. Having just gotten out of the shower, I was still wearing my terrycloth bathrobe, but I helped her square away her things in my bedroom. After that we went to the bedroom to sixty-nine for an hour or so before breakfast and starting work. We had another week and a couple of days to fill our obligation to the trial attorney, and although we worked hard, our breaks were sex breaks instead of coffee breaks, and every night was filled with passionate sex and some experimenting. I don't think I took one piss the first few days without Lisa watching. Then she started insisting on licking me clean. This was difficult to tolerate without it leading to sex, but somehow I managed at least some of the time. After returning the favor a few times, I found myself learning to enjoy it. Licking a little fresh pee off of a sweet pussy was turning into a very pleasant habit. Lisa just lived with me the whole time. Other than the work, sleeping and eating, it was almost a continuous orgy. We even showered together. When the work ended, we both promised to keep in touch, and I knew we would because we had grown so close and almost dependent on each other for frequent sexual gratification. The first day after Lisa left, I relaxed and didn't think too much about sex. But by the second day, it was almost like coming off a drug habit. I started thinking about sex constantly and actually had a little trouble keeping my hands to myself at work. I actually found myself occasionally finding excuses to touch other women – accidentally brushing against another woman in the close confines of the coffee room at the firm, or in the copy room, or at the printers. Sometimes I would touch a co-worker or even an attorney (if she was female) on the arm or shoulder to get their attention instead of saying their name. There were several interesting developments from the touching business. One was that I became quickly more subtle about it, as I would occasionally get a funny look about it if I wasn't subtle enough. And another thing was that I started to notice more the women that didn't mind me touching them and there were two that even 'leaned into it' as if to indicate their pleasure at being touched. One was a very junior attorney about my age named Sara, and the other was another paralegal named Denise. Denise had straight, shiny black hair that she wore short, about midway down her neck. She was about my height with very pale skin and had medium-sized breasts, about the size of mine, but a little more up-thrusted, although of course that could be her bra. She had a nice figure with sexy, curvy legs. She was several years younger than me, though, twenty-one or twenty-two. On the fourth morning of my having no sex except masturbation, she was dressed in a striped long sleeve blouse and a fairly short gray skirt. In the copy room, I had let my hip brush her bottom as I passed her to use the next copy machine. In reaching for some color stock on a shelf on the other side of me, Denise brushed my back ever so slightly with her breast. Twenty minutes later in the law library, I encountered her again and as I started down her aisle she squatted for a book on the bottom shelf with her legs spread enough for me to get a good look at her panties – which were white with blue, yellow and pink flowers. I actually paused and silently gasped at the lovely sight of her bunched leg muscles and the intimate glimpse of her panties. I was wearing a brown dress with a longer hem line than hers, but I stopped not three feet in front of her and squatted facing her to reach for a bottom shelf book not far from the one she had opened. I had made sure that my dress had rode up my legs as I squatted giving her pretty much the same view up my dress. My panties were red. Expressionlessly, she stared down my skirt, her gaze locked on my crotch. Her face had pretty, pointed features giving her a slightly fox-like appearance. She was wearing a wedding ring and I recalled that she had mentioned her husband before. Slowly she raised her gaze to my eyes and with a slight smile she spoke softly, "They're lovely, Betty. Silk?" I smiled back using my dimples for maximum damage, "I indulged myself, Denise." I answered then glanced between her legs letting my gaze linger, "But I love the choice of flowers, it suggests a gentle, sweet perfume." Betty's Self Discovery Ch. 02 Her lips were almost thin but they had a pleasing Cupid's bow shape and were bright red with lipstick. I looked from her dark brown eyes to her lips as she answered in a whisper, "If you keep talking like that you're going to see a damp spot among the flowers in a minute or less." I found myself breathing harder, "Perhaps we could pay a short visit to the restroom? We could even trade panties for the rest of the day." I suggested. Denise giggled, "Sure! But I suggest we go to the basement. Just follow me." I did that, and while walking down the stairs behind her, I reflected that the basement was indeed better. It had rows and rows of shelves of stored legal papers in cardboard boxes, and hardly anyone ever went there. Also one could hear the basement door opening from one end of the basement to the other. We arrived and hurried to the far end and walked behind the last shelf. We were the only people down there. I took her in my arms, pulled her breasts tight up to mine and kissed her softly. Denise kissed me back eagerly opening her mouth right away and slipping her tongue into my mouth. We continued kissing passionately for several minutes touching each other's breasts with our hands. "God! I'm so hot for you, Betty!" she breathed into my mouth. We were both breathing too heavily to kiss easily now. "Let's take our panties off and touch each other." I nodded and we both reached under our dresses to pull our panties down. Stepping out of them was a little awkward since we were both wearing heels, but we managed. I looked at her lips and how her lipstick wasn't smudged at all. "Lip ink," she smiled noticing my look, "it's semi-permanent." "You're a very good kisser, Denise," I whispered as we held each other with one arm and used the other to ease up inside each other's skirts. I moaned as Denise's hand found my pussy, and at the same time I touched hers – she sighed and rested her cheek on my shoulder. I eased one of my fingers inside of her and she was so wet that a drop of juice rolled down over my knuckle. I was a little shocked about what I was feeling. Denise didn't have any pubic hair and no stubble either. She was as smooth as a baby between her legs. "You're so sexy, Betty," she breathed, penetrating me with a finger as well. "If I had known that kissing a woman was as good as that, I would have started a long time ago." Her thumb wobbled my hood expertly as she continued to fuck me with her finger. I knew I had to be extremely wet myself because her finger was making little squishing noises underneath my skirt. She moaned softly into my neck as I mirrored her expert ministrations in her own pussy. "It's so shocking that this is your first time," I gave a little groan and kissed her neck, "And you're so terrifically good at it!" I loved the smell of her perfume. We were both breathing very heavily now with our breasts pressed together. I could feel an orgasm slowly gathering in my mid-section. She sighed with a shiver and kissed my neck and licked me behind my ear, "My husband keeps begging me for a threesome, showing me movies about it, and lesbian DVD's." Her speech paused for a grunt and a little lurch in her hips, "And I started getting hot for the idea, and watching you around the office... God! You're just the sexiest woman..." She grunted again and so did I. Both our hips were twitching now, both of us getting close. My whisper was tight with need for the oncoming orgasm, "I'll let your husband fuck me all he wants to if it gives us the chance to really get it on." My orgasm was starting and I was sure her's was too. She groaned and raised her head to face me, to watch my face while I came. She turned red and panted, "I'd rather just fuck you myself, Betty." She gave a long moan and we shared a good long orgasm in each other's arms. We withdrew our hands and just panted in each other's arms for a minute, then she added, "But one of these days, we'll go fuck him in gratitude for giving me the idea." She smiled and kissed me softly. Then she bent and picked up my panties and started putting them on, giving me a sly grin. I picked hers up and took a deep breath with her flowered panties pressed to my nose before putting them on, after kissing them first of course. She blushed a bit and smiled, "Oh my! You're making me wet all over again! I hope I don't ruin your panties!" As soon as I had pulled her panties up under my dress, Denise leaned forward and kissed me, "We'd better get back and get some work done." I agreed and as we walked I said, "You don't have to worry about ruining my panties. If they smell enough like you, I plan to keep them anyway and never wash them. If you want to call your husband and tell him your going to work late, we could trade panties back at my place tonight." "Hell, I'll tell him I am going home with a girlfriend and not to expect me until after work tomorrow night – if that's okay with you, that is..." I had to laugh, "It's a good thing that tomorrow's Friday! Lot's of people come in pretty trashed on Friday anyway." Denise giggled, "My husband will beat off so many times tonight while thinking about what we might be doing that his dick will be sore tomorrow. And man! The third degree he's going to give me tomorrow night! We probably won't stop fucking until sunup on Saturday!" I giggled, too. Later that afternoon, Sara, a junior attorney I had worked with a few times called me and asked me to come to her office. "Ah Betty, thanks for coming so quickly," She said with a pleased smile. I looked her over. Sara was very pretty – a blond with a long ponytail. She was about 27 or 28, the same age as me and maybe an inch or two shorter. She had perky but not very large breasts, a dynamite hourglass figure that wasn't in the least disguised by her business suit, and very shapely legs in black nylons and high heels. All that put together with her big blue eyes, full lips and generous dimples made her look absolutely yummy! She had blonde eyebrows, too, which made me wonder about the color of her pubic hair. "Always pleased to work with you, Sara," I beamed and touched her shoulder lightly as I stood by her desk instead of across from her. I didn't want to seem confrontational, "Oooo," I added, "I just love your perfume!" "Thanks," she gave me a slow blink of her long lashes, "Paul made up this list of three cases for me," Paul was another of the firm's paralegals, "But you're the best, and I was wondering when I could get you to research these for me. I need a draft of all the legal opinions in them and how the decisions went. Now I know you are tied up with Tom Bartry for the rest of today, but I won't need this until Monday at the latest. What do you think?" She looked at me beseechingly. I knew Paul could do it, but there was some risk of sloppy work, as Paul wasn't the sharpest tack on the pegboard. I nodded, "I have plans tonight, and I'm checked out to Mr. Bartry tomorrow morning. I could finish most of it tomorrow afternoon, but it will take an hour or so into the evening to wrap it up." "That would be perfect!" She grinned, "Tell you what, my husband is out of town this weekend, so why don't we gather up the research material you would need to finish, and you come home with me. I'll fix us a nice dinner while you work, and you'll get a couple of hours of overtime. Then we can have a drink or two afterwards. Please say yes! It'll be fun!" I grinned back, "Yes." I didn't have a clue if she had any sexual intentions toward me, but I sure hoped she did. "It sounds like it would be fun." I touched her shoulder and let my fingers linger there a moment, "Sara, would it freak you out if I kissed you?" I don't know what possessed me to ask an attorney a question like that. I could scarcely believe the words came out of my mouth. Sara looked a little startled but not as much as I would have expected, so maybe she had been thinking the same thing about me. After a moment she responded slowly, "Yes, it would freak me out a bit, here in the office. Try that question again after I've had a couple of drinks. I get pretty uninhibited after a little alcohol." "Mmm," I gave her my friendliest grin, "Now I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night." She suddenly looked a little uncomfortable, "But you had best give me room in case I say no, Betty. For now, the offer is dinner, overtime and a couple of drinks, okay?" "Of course!" I beamed, fairly confident that I would be able to seduce her since she was evidently at least considering the possibility. Reluctantly, I smiled good-bye and took my hand off her shoulder. I turned at the door to give her another smile, and she smiled back. For the rest of the day at work, I pretty much worked. Thanks to my little interlude in the basement, I had gotten most of my mind back. Still, every now and then, I would remember I was wearing Denise's panties. Panties with the brunette's pussy smell on them now pressed snugly against my own pussy. Thinking that would make me squirm a little and glance at my watch, but then I would get back to work. Lisa had really changed me. Or maybe it was something in me that was finally liberated through Lisa. Suddenly I was a raving lesbian sex maniac, or at least that is how I feel now, who knows about tomorrow or the next day? I did realize that life is a process, not the achieving of a single goal, and I was very much in the middle of some process. It worried me a little, but not much, and the fact that I wasn't worried much, makes me worry even more. One thing that kept me from worrying too much was the fact that I felt so happy about the way things were going. I just can't wait for what tonight would unfold! I'm still working on part 3. If people tell me they liked this enough, I will be encouraged enough to go on working. Or just give me a nice vote! Your feedback is all we authors get out of doing this! Pelios Betty's Self Discovery Ch. 03 Denise's car followed mine home after work. She was behind me as I fumbled my keys in the lock of my apartment but didn't say anything until we were inside. She sat her purse down on the bar that separated my kitchen from my dining room and announced, "I like your apartment, Betty." She hesitated a moment and spoke again, "I know I was pretty aggressive at work today, and I am really excited to be here, and this is something I have looked forward to in my mind..." I stepped closer to her looking at her pointed, fox-like features and wanting to kiss her, "Do I hear a 'but' coming, Denise?" "Yeah," she said with a little chuckle and a big grin, "My heart is just pounding away right now. I guess I'm just a little nervous. Could we maybe have a drink and talk a few minutes?" "Sure, sweetie," I stepped past her into the kitchen and called over my shoulder, "How about a nice, stiff, Tom Collins? We can sit on the couch in the living room. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, and I'll be along with the drinks in a minute." "Oh, I'll wait here for you, Betty," she said airily, "I love watching your body move, and I love looking at your legs." I laughed as I brought vodka and Tom Collins mix out of the fridge and set them down on the cabinet. As I reached for two glasses, I quipped, "Gracious, sakes, Denise! Keep up the compliments and I might just become a nude bartender for you!" I heard Denise giggle, "Don't do that, please. I don't think that seeing you naked would be at all relaxing. Just looking at your legs makes my mouth dry." In the living room, I handed over her drink as we sat down together on the couch a couple of feet apart. I studied Denise as we sat down, her neck-length shiny black hair, her extremely white flawless skin, her sharp featured and very pretty, almost pixyish face, and her smallish but very up-thrust, firm breasts. Her top lip was a little thinner than her pouty lower lip, and both were stained bright red. She was twenty-one or two and she was dressed in a striped long sleeve blouse, and a fairly short gray skirt - her work clothes from today, and of course I was still wearing my brown dress with a longer hemline than hers. We had both enjoyed pretty vigorous fingering-sex earlier that day in the basement at work. As I sipped the sharp cold beverage, I admired Denise's crossed legs and the way her calves flared on her outer leg. "You know, I certainly enjoy admiring your legs too, Denise." She smiled her lovely red painted lips for me, "My calves are a little large for the rest of my body," she shook her short shiny-black hair in some sort of gesture, "My husband says it's a sign in women of being over-sexed, but frankly I just think it's a coincidence that I'm over-sexed and have big calves. What about you, Betty, those are some wickedly sexy curves you have on your calves?" I grinned and kicked off my heels. I pointed my toes as I stretched my legs for her, "I never really considered myself over-sexed until pretty recently, so I'm inclined to agree that it must be a coincidence. In fact, until recently, I don't think I was ever into sex as much as I should be. Now, I can hardly stop thinking about it. Especially if the woman is younger and pretty with sexy legs." Her eyes locked on my legs while I stretched them, Denise took a large gulp of her drink and asked, "Would you mind telling me what turned you into the tigress that had sex with me in the basement this morning?" I wasn't sure how to answer at first, but then I chose the easy way out and told the truth, "First this woman made a pass at me at a party - that was a couple of years ago, but it was my first sexual contact with a woman. It was nice, but I felt ashamed and guilty and tried to forget it. Then more recently a friend of mine masturbated in front of me, and that was pretty hot. No, it was really hot! Then I invited the woman over that had made the pass at me years ago, and that was my first time eating pussy. But I still didn't really know how I felt about sex with women until a few weeks ago when I strangely just suddenly got the hots for this college girl that was doing some work for me." "Ooo," cooed Denise as she sat up straight and put her finished drink on the coffee table, "This is all sounds really good. Especially the college girl, did you have sex with her?" "Every day and every night for the whole two weeks until her fall term started. That was just four days ago, and since then I've been a horny wreck, until this morning, that is..." Denise moved herself down the couch until she was next to me and put one of her arms over my shoulder. Then leaning close so that her red lips were inches from mine she said, "Now I'm getting really hot. Please describe her to me and tell me in incredible detail about your having sex together." "All for a kiss," I breathed into her mouth as her lips touched mine. She kissed me lightly tracing my lips briefly with her tongue while her fingertips lightly stroked my breasts. Denise pulled her head back to peer into my eyes with her own dark brown eyes - a darker shade of brown than my eyes. Then she kissed me slowly and deeply, her warm pointed tongue licking under my tongue. She moved her mouth to my ear and breathed for me to start talking. So I described Lisa for her in detail including her lovely breasts, muscular legs and trimmed brown pubic hair. I told her about our sex, including even the details about ass licking and licking pussies clean after peeing. And I told her how often we would have sex and how we had sex in every room of my apartment. "I think I would like to meet this Lisa sometime," said Denise as she was eyeing my legs again. She scooted away from me half a foot and retrieved her glass, remembered it was empty and gave me a mock pitiful look. "Can I have another drink?" I laughed and said, "Right away, are you going to follow me to watch my ass?" "Damn right!" She said jumping up. While I was mixing us fresh drinks, the phone rang and it was Laura, "Hey Betty, I've been thinking things over and fucking this boyfriend of mine for weeks now, and it isn't really scratching my itch. Is it all right if I come over? I promise I won't stay longer than necessary. Please say yes! I am sooo horny!" And that was Laura - straight to the point. "Hang on just a sec," I put my hand over the mouthpiece of the phone and turned to Denise, "My friend wants to come over and masturbate in front of me again. She says she won't stay longer than necessary. What do you think?" Denise's eyes gleamed, "Is she pretty?" "No," I shrugged, "More like drop-dead gorgeous, especially her body." Nancy eagerly nodded, so I put the phone back to my mouth, "Laura, you would be welcome, but would it make a difference to know I have company over - a girlfriend from work? I'm sure she wouldn't mind your visit." "Uh," Laura hesitated a second, "Is she pretty? And are you sure it won't cause you a problem at work?" "Yes she is very pretty, and no, there won't be any problems." I assured her and she replied she was coming right over. I finished with the drinks and led Denise back to the living room. "Okay, spill it," Denise giggled, "tell me about the woman who masturbated in front of you." "We have time," I said, "It will take her twenty minutes to get here. First, tell me exactly what is it you're nervous about. Eating pussy?" "Yes, that, and also you going down on me." Denise sipped her drink. "My qualms about going down on another woman are simple - I have this erotic picture of it in my mind, and I want very much to like doing it - otherwise it's going to nip my bi-expansion in the bud. And my concern about a woman going down on me is about the same, like what if I like it better than my husband. That is kind of a serious concern because quite frankly, the orgasm you gave me this morning was the best I've had, or least in the top two or three." "Do you enjoy sex with your husband?" I asked reasonably. "Oh yes, very much. Like I said, he has only recently begun pestering at me about this threesome thing - just a couple of months. We have sex pretty often, and I love getting a good fucking." "Then I don't think you have too much to worry about if he isn't going to mind you spending a little time with girlfriends. Even if it turns out that you like girls more, I don't think you'll have problems staying married, especially if he gets his occasional threesome. I'm starting to be pretty sure I do prefer women, but I'm not sure I'm ready to give up men altogether." I smiled then went ahead and told her in detail about Laura's last visit. "Wow!" Denise said when I had finished, "Now I'm really looking forward to watching Laura!" "So how is it, if you had no previous interest in girls, that your husband has convinced you to give it a try?" She gave me a wicked grin, "We watch porn like I said, only, he makes sure to make me come during the girl-girl scenes. After you've had enough orgasms watching two chicks kissing, going down on each other, or sixty-nining, you kind of start putting yourself in the picture. Then he's asking me whom I might know at work that I would find attractive and stuff, and that's how I started thinking about you that way. Although God knows, I would never have had the courage to approach you until you brushed up against my ass in the copy room. I felt sure that was deliberate, so naturally I set up that little test in the library." "Of course, I can't help feel pretty flattered that you chose me. As for your test, looking up your dress and knowing you were showing me your panties on purpose made me so hot! Your legs reminded me of Jodie Foster's calves, and your face is even a little like hers. I happen to be a Jodie Foster fan, so I had to fight to keep from jumping you on the spot!" I said. "Oh if you only knew how wickedly I've thought about you," she giggled, "And thanks for the comparison to Jodie - I'm a fan of hers, too." Denise glanced at my breasts, "See sometimes it wasn't watching porn. My hubby would go down on me and tell me to close my eyes and imagine an encounter with my work friend. So I would think about you in all these different situations and he would eat me until I came with you doing it to me in my mind, or sometimes I would be doing it to you, or the sixty-nine thing, of course. It's made me so hot for you that when you kissed me in the basement, I thought I was going to pass out from sex-fever." "I was very interested to find out that you had such a smooth pussy," I commented, remembering with pleasure the feel of her pussy. Denise smiled and sighed, "Funny story about that. My husband talked me into it in the first year of our marriage. He said it would heighten my enjoyment of oral sex, and I do have really sensitive skin. So I went for it all, got my armpits, legs and groin lasered. Took about 4 visits every couple of months to get it all." She lowered her voice a little, "Anyway, Celly - that's my laser tech. She told me right off that it didn't hurt much but some people experienced some light stinging, so the best way to think of it was as an enjoyable pain. Somehow my mind went for that straight away. It's really kind of tingly and warm with an occasional little sting like you might get from some one lightly popping you with a rubber band. And right away, it started making me hot, uh, sexually. Now when your completely naked as I was and especially in later treatments when I was already pretty hairless, it gets pretty obvious with my sighing and my pussy literally dripping its enjoyment." Denise blushed, "So finally, I had to apologize to Celly for my grossness. I mean there she was lasering the few hairs around my asshole area and in my perineum - you know the space between the pussy and the asshole?" I nodded, being quite fond of that area myself and instantly memorizing the term. Denise went on, "I was so wet that she was having to towel me almost constantly to do her work. After I apologized I offered that maybe if I just touched myself a little, I could get it done with quick." Denise shrugged, "Well she was embarrassed, and so was I, but I only had to touch myself few seconds, and then I came big time. Then she toweled me again and finished the treatment." Denise blushed again and added, "I started to apologize again, and she just said it was okay, that I was her favorite subject, that she kind of liked having me enjoy the treatment. She said that it beat the hell out of the people that complained and griped all the time." I giggled, "Maybe Celly was tempted to touch!" Denise raised her eyebrows, "I've wondered about that. She smiled at me a lot, gave me a lot of compliments on my body, and she would help to undress me. Maybe I should ask her out for drinks sometime." "Oh, you definitely should," I agreed. "Especially if you found her attractive. What did she look like?" "Uh, about my size, much bigger breasts than mine," Denise smiled shyly, "She has nice shapely legs, a butt to die for, long blond hair and she has the most wonderful, light touch that sometimes, for some reason I wanted to ask her to spank me." Denise giggled. At that point, a knock came at the door. I opened it and Laura hurried in, taking in the seating arrangements by the glasses on the table and sitting in the armchair opposite, where I had sat the last time she was over. I offered her a drink, which she accepted. I came back from the kitchen with her drink and she and Denise were chatting merrily about this and that - just small talk. Laura took a sip of her drink and said, "Hey, that's good! Tom Collins, right? Haven't had one of those in years." She looked at Denise and looked her over thoroughly, "My goodness, Betty, you sure have a lovely young friend. Denise, you are very sexy." Laura turned her steady gaze to me, " Have you told her what to expect from me?" I could see that Denise was also giving Laura the same looking over, noting Laura's light brown hair with blond streaks and highlights, her lovely blue eyes and tall figure - mostly hidden by an ankle length orange print dress. As usual, Laura was wearing flats. I'm sure I've mentioned before that Laura was a little taller than me and that she has a statuesque body. "Of course, I've told her," I said, "I'm sorry to deny you the shock factor but I'm just not into shocking my guests." I smiled, "Although the shock was pleasant enough, Laura, at least once I got over it." "You seemed to have a pretty good time during the shock, if I may say so," Laura smiled back, "At least you didn't take your eyes off me - not once." Laura set her drink on the table and put her right hand casually in her lap and began rubbing her lower tummy, sinking her hand slowly toward her groin area without raising her dress. "So, what were you two up to before I came in?" "Chatting about sex and drinking mostly," I offered. Laura cupped her pussy and squeezed then looked at Denise, "What about sex?" Denise smiled and put her arm around my shoulder, "We had wonderful sex at work, and we were just getting ready to get it on again. We just fingered each other at work, but now we are going to go down on each other, and really have some fun." I nearly laughed at the surprised look on Laura's face, and I couldn't help but grin. Laura turned her eyes back to me and said, "Well I guess you've overcome some inhibitions since the last time I was over, Betty." "What did you expect?" I said, still grinning. I added a cocked eyebrow to my grin, "When you went down on me, that was the most powerful sex I had ever had. That kind of thing tends to affect a person. And that's not to mention the effect of seeing so much of your pretty pussy. And then you ran off without giving me even one pussy flavored kiss! All that has to start a girl thinking things over..." Denise was watching Laura's hand stroking her pussy through her dress, "I would love it if you took off your dress, Laura. That is, if you don't mind sharing a view of your lovely body?" Denise licked her red lips as Laura wordlessly stood, kicked off her flats, and raised her dress over her head. Denise's eyes widened, and I know mine did too, but Denise said it aloud, "Oh my God, Laura! You have such a gorgeous body!" Laura was tall. Her breasts were a tad smaller than mine but they were perfect cones with medium pink aureoles and thick pink nipples. Her waist was slender and she had a lovely, flat belly. Her hips widened to support two long shapely and well curved legs, her thighs and calves were thick with visibly moving muscles, and in the center a delta of dark brown pubic hair that looked very soft and fine. Laura's skin had a natural olive tone, almost like a tan that went everywhere. Obviously some Mediterranean blood that mixed strangely with her blond streaked light brown hair and blue eyes. She didn't have any bikini lines, in fact, I doubted if Laura had ever been to the beach, and she had told me she didn't own a bathing suit. Wordlessly, Laura moved our drinks to the side and sat down on the coffee table not two feet away from us. My coffee table is solid, varnished white oak and easily withstood the load. Denise and I glanced at each other and then watched Laura as she spread her bush open with one hand and began exploring it with the other. Inside her pink slit, Laura was already wet, a juicy wetness, which quickly coated her fingers as we watched her probe her vagina, and rub her clit with the slick juices. Laura's look was hooded as she gazed at Denise and said, "Betty told me she thought my pussy was pretty. What do you think, Denise?" "Oh," breathed Denise, "I very much agree!" Her hand slipped over and squeezed my hand with her eyes never leaving Laura's lap. "Now ladies, you could help me finish more quickly," Laura began giving each of us hooded looks in turn, her hands busy in her lap, "If you will both just take off your panties and raise your dresses. You know I'd love to see your pussies, too!" This time, I didn't mind at all, and Denise didn't appear to be bothered either. So both of us hooked our thumbs in our panties and pulled them down. Denise was careful pulling down my red satin panties that we had traded earlier in the day. She even managed to slip them over her heels without removing the shoes, so I did the same with her cotton panties with the flowers on it. Wearing high heels does make a woman's calves look sexier. Then, at the same time, Denise and I pulled our skirts up to our waists while spreading our legs lewdly for Laura. I also took the opportunity to peek at Denise's smooth pouty lower lips. They were lovely. Laura obviously agreed, since she said, "Oh my!" when she saw Denise's bare lower lips. I could tell by the parted lips and the huskiness in her voice that Laura was close to coming as she gazed into Denise's long-lashed dark eyes, "Can I kiss you there?" pleaded Laura. Denise took a deep breath, "Only if we're talking French-kissing, and only if Betty doesn't mind." Denise spared me a quick, desperate glance, her own lips parted so she could breath through her mouth. I could see she was very excited at the prospect of Laura's going down on her, so who was I to object? "Okay," I gulped, "But I might need some attention, too, after you finish with her, Laura. And only one climax for each of us, you naughty woman, we still want to have sex together later!" Laura gave me the most knowing and sexual grin ever, and that's saying a lot for her, "I only quit last time because my tongue got so tired. I needed a little rest." I sighed, thinking of it a little wistfully, "I couldn't even stand up for half an hour after last time." Laura snickered and knelt on the floor in front of Denise. Still using both her hands on herself, Laura leaned forward slowly and with incredibly deliberate sensuousness, molded her lips around Denise's bare slit and kissed the pussy like the mouth of a lover - over and over and over again. Denise began breathing heavier almost instantly and eased her hips a bit more forward, her snowy thighs spread wide, her thick calves hugging at Laura's back. Betty's Self Discovery Ch. 03 Laura would finish a kiss and then kiss from a slightly different angle. Denise's slit didn't seem very long so in about a dozen long slow kisses, she had already explored everything between Denise's labia several times over, and by then both of their faces had turned pink and there was some serious moaning going on. Both women's faces were beautiful when they climaxed and I found myself looking back and forth between them, loving the view of their ecstasy twisted faces, their groans and Laura's deep grunts. With a deep sigh of satisfaction, Laura leaned back and regarded me with her clear blue gaze, "Would you like the same, Betty? Or should I just give you that kiss you asked for and go? I'm pretty sure, Denise would love going down on you after she catches her breath." She lowered her head again to kiss Denise on the inside of her thigh, "Thanks so much, Denise. That was an incredibly delicious and textural experience for me." I looked at Denise. Her head was laid back with her eyes closed and she was still breathing through her mouth, but she murmured, "Betty, it won't take me much longer, so wait for me please." Her eyes barely opened but I could see her looking down at Laura as she spoke barely above a whisper, "As for you, Laura, I really, really want to see you again." "Betty has my number and address," said Laura with a smile as she rose to her feet, standing before us like a sex goddess. Then she turned and walked over to her dress, picked it up, slipped it over her head and slipped her feet into her shoes. She gave me a sly, sideways look and said, "Walk me to the door?" I stood and crossed the room, trying to keep my thighs from clinching - I was so sexually aroused by then. At the door, Laura took me in her arms like a man would. I turned up my face and she kissed me, a long slow, soft kiss, a kiss very definitely flavored by Denise's pussy. The way Laura was holding me, and the loving intensity of the kiss stirred me romantically as well as sexually. Finally she pulled her mouth away and she whispered, "Maybe sometime you could ask me over to spend the night?" "Come over about seven on Saturday evening," I whispered back right away. With a nod and a wink, Laura released me and was gone. I returned to the couch feeling as if I would be lighter than air, if it wasn't for the raging need for release in my loins. Of course, as I had stood my skirt had fallen back in place. Denise's pale thighs were still lewdly spread with her head back and her eyes closed. I found the sight of her smooth pussy lips unusually sexy and nasty at the same time. Gazing into the wet pale pink slightly spread center made the light friction between my legs from walking across the room almost start an orgasm. I was so close and I needed it so badly. For a moment, I nearly mounted the couch straddling her and started fucking her face. But then her eyes opened and she spoke, "Well the worse has come true about receiving head from a woman. I can't imagine coming that hard from seeing my husband's face between my legs." She sighed and closed her legs, smoothing her skirt down modestly and covering herself, "It was the beautiful, naked woman kneeling between my legs that did it of course, just looking down at her face and feeling her exquisite mouth inside me..." Denise sighed, looking both wistful and sad at the same time. "I'm sure it is a surprise, and I would like to sympathize with you, but..." I bit my lower lip and sat down beside her, "I don't think I can concentrate on anything right now." I sighed, "Look, maybe I'll just touch myself, it won't take long..." She put her hand on mine before I could move it, "No," she breathed leaning close to kiss me softly, "Please, I'm more than ready... I need to do it." I raised my left leg and put it behind her back and sank back, resting my head against the couch's armrest. She raised my skirt and lowered her head as she swiveled her body around to lie on her tummy. I spread my right leg wide to expose myself to her completely. Her eyes shone with intense interest as her fingers spread me and she took a long look at me inside. Then without a word Denise lowered her face and kissed me. A French kiss that turned quickly into an exploration, that soon settled into a rhythmic exploitation of my clit with her tongue while her fingers continued the exploration of my vagina. It took less than a minute and my legs were straining around her, my hips pumping and my toes curling. I could tell from the squishy noised coming from her mouth and fingers that I was having a very wet orgasm, but I put my hands on her head anyway and held her face tight to my pussy while I rubbed it on her face. The ecstasy of that orgasm went on an on, and several times I cried out softly. When my breathing finely slowed, I opened my eyes and both my legs were wrapped around her and I was still pulling her face in tight. Reluctantly, I released her head and unwrapped my legs. "Thanks so much..." I half moaned and half sighed. I swallowed and was able to speak more clearly when I asked, "And what about your qualm about going down on a woman?" Denise stared at me, her lips parted and breathing through her mouth, "I think I like it a very great deal." She licked her lips nervously, "If you had lasted a few moments longer, I think I was going to come with you. That's how much I liked going down on you." She looked a little concerned about liking it so much. "Do you ever sit on your husband's face and fuck his face?" I asked softly with a little smile. She returned my smile with a sly smile of her own, "I'd like to do that to you very much, Betty. You have such a sexy face. You look all innocent but like you're always thinking naughty thoughts behind your innocent features." She ran her fingers through my dark brown pubic hair, "I need to take my skirt off to fuck your face." "I think it would be nastier if you left your skirt on and just made a tent around my head," I smiled and sat up, then slid off the couch and laid my head back facing upwards on the edge of the couch cushion. Gingerly, Denise straddled my head, resting her hands on the back of the couch, and then she lowered her hips by gradually spreading her knees further and further apart. It was dark inside the tent of her skirt, but I could see well enough to watch her perfectly smooth lower lips come down and settle on my mouth. I expected her woman smell to be stronger after just having that orgasm with Laura. Or maybe Laura licked up so much of her juice that it cleansed her. In any case, she had little smell but a light, fragrant musk and the feel of her naked lips was really similar to being kissed sideways, by a really juicy, fragrant mouth. I turned my head enough to speak, "Only move very slowly at first," I begged as I turned my head back and began exploring inside her with my lips and tongue. Her pussy was leaking love juices constantly making her hot and slick inside. After tonguing her vagina as deep as I could, I cupped the cheeks of her bottom with my hands and urged her to move a little faster. Grunting, panting and working her hips faster back and forth, Denise raised the edge of her skirt with one hand, the other hand still on the back of the couch propping her up. As her snappy dark eyes gazed into mine, her face contorted as if in pain and with a deep groan her hips lurched several more times, while never breaking her gaze into my eyes. Slowly and carefully she eased herself off of me, twisted her body and fell back on the couch, as collapsed as a marionette with no one holding its strings. I let her pant for a couple of minutes, then treated her to her own pussy smell with a soft but long kiss. "Oh Betty!" she sighed, "I want to go down on you again so badly that I can't think of anything else, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to rest a few minutes." I began unbuttoning her blouse and gave her a smile, "I think we should take our clothes off, take a nice shower together, then go to bed. Then after some more hot sex, we'll get up, fix a little dinner, and then go back to bed. Does that sound nice?" I unfastened her bra and pulled it away to reveal pretty white cone shaped breasts that were very firm and decorated with lovely sugar pink nipples. Of course, I had to suckle each one as she answered, idly toying with my hair with her fingers. "That sounds like a wonderful plan, Betty. And I have to confess; I am really looking forward to some of this ass licking you talked about with your girl Lisa. That's one thing my husband has never done for me." "Just roll over on your side, sweetie," I said. Denise looked puzzled but laid on her side on the couch. "Now raise your knees to your chest, yes like that, kind of a fetal position." Denise giggled, "Ooo, this fetal position is supposed to feel safe, but since I know what you're going to do, my ass feels really vulnerable right, now." "I know," I murmured, "It's become one of my favorite positions for anal sex. So this is how I'm going to feel later when you do it to me." I knelt on the floor near her rear end and pushed her skirt up to bare her bottom, which was slightly spread by her position. She giggled again as my face drew close. Her little pink pucker was still wet with pussy juice when I gave her a light lick across the tender pink skin. She gave a sigh of contentment as I continued licking and kissing all over her bottom, then when I returned to her asshole, I began with little licks that led to broad lapping and then little pokes with the tip of my tongue. At this point she was beginning to breath more heavily. She wriggled her ass a bit as I began probing deeper, and actually moaned, "Oh, yes!" the first time I eased my tongue in deep. She was beginning to moan, wriggle and grunt with my thrusts as I fucked her bottom with my tongue, so I slipped a fore finger into her vagina and a middle finger to diddle her clit. "OH FUCK!" she cried as she began to orgasm. Even though my tongue was quickly tiring, I managed to keep it up until she was whimpering as her orgasm subsided. I gave her many more kisses on the bottom, mostly her cheeks, until she sat up. "Damn, Betty! That was just out of this world! You can bet my husband is going to do that to me before ever fucking me in the ass again, in fact every time he fucks me anywhere, I think I'll make him do that to me first." I grinned, "Now back to that plan about a shower, sex, dinner and then more sex?" The plan was wonderful and aside from being a little short of sleep, the next day was pretty good too, since Denise and I spent most of our lunch time in the basement taking turns going down on each other. After lunch I started working for Sara, and by applying myself I managed to get nearly all the research done, with only a few folders left to finish at Sara's place - maybe twenty minutes work, tops. That would give me more time for my nefarious scheme to seduce Sara after supper. I had dressed as sexy as I dared that day. It was a brown two-piece business suit, pretty severely cut square, but with a hem that was just a little too short on the skirt, about four inches above the knee. Not a mini-skirt but it made me look pretty leggy and with the top button of the jacket unbuttoned the v was just deep enough to show a little of my white bra. It was snug, too - basically it was a dress that was a little small on me, but comfortable enough and very sexy, at least that's what my friends tell me - and that it brings out the warmer browns in my eyes. Of course I was wearing black, spiked heels. I've been known to joke that the dress made me look like some kind of militant hooker. It was difficult to sit down in the dress without showing my panties, so I wore white cotton for innocence. It was a panty show when I crossed my legs if I was a little careless, and I planned to be a little careless around Sara. Sara walked into the small conference room where I was working right at 5:00 o'clock. Today she was wearing a snug black skirt and a lacy white blouse that buttoned to the neck, and instead of heels she was wearing sneakers. Lot's of women did that around the firm, keeping their dress shoes in a cabinet or in their desk along with comfy athletic shoes for going out to lunch or home. I couldn't help assessing her as she walked up and said, "Are you ready to go, Betty?" Sara was very lovely - a blond with a long ponytail. She was about 27 or 28, the same age as me and maybe an inch or two shorter. She had perky but not very large breasts, a dynamite hourglass figure that wasn't in the least disguised by her conservative but sexy clothing, and very shapely legs, surprisingly bare today - she usually wore stockings. All that put together with her big blue eyes, full lips and generous dimples made her look quite desirable! She had blonde eyebrows, too, which made me wonder again about the color of her pubic hair. "Oh yes!" I declared as I stood and gathered my purse and the remaining folders, "And I'm more than ready to leave the office." She chuckled and we made small talk about work as we walked out to our cars. I followed her home to nice house, still in town and not the suburbs. She led me in and took me on a tour of what was a really nice house, two stories, and was furnished so tastefully that it seemed likely to have been decorated by a professional. I had a few virtually pornographic moments as she led me up the stairs and I was able to stare at her rippling calf muscles all the way up. We arrived at the top with me breathing a little harder than the climb required. They had three bedrooms and two large baths upstairs. I settled in to work at one end of her dining table while she went into the kitchen to prepare our supper. Suddenly, I had a change of heart about my panties. I took them off and stuffed them in the backpack that serves as my purse. Only then did I sit back down and start work. I had finished the work before she had come out of the kitchen, so I stacked the papers and folders neatly and wandered into the kitchen where she was preparing a shrimp salad and had a hearty soup steaming on the stove. "All done already?" she asked. "Yes, I wondered if I might give you a hand?" I wondered if my double entendre was too subtle, or worse, too obvious. She did get it, because she wrinkled her nose as she smiled, "No thanks, but you can set the table." So I did and she was serving us as I finished up. We ate quietly until about halfway through the meal, she asked, "So, Betty, I don't see a ring on your hand. I take it that you aren't married?" "Nope," I swallowed what was in my mouth and expanded, "I'm divorced and getting horny enough that I'm thinking about meeting new people." With a grin I added, "Not that I wasn't horny when I was married, too. Trouble is, he took his horniness elsewhere." She looked thoughtful a moment then said, "I recently had the same experience, about the marriage, I mean." I reached over and covered her hand, "I am so sorry, Sara, and it was awful of me to speak so thoughtlessly." "No, no," she shook her head and gave me a little smile that had a little pain in it, "You couldn't have known and you were just telling it like it is. He's away, and while I don't know that he's alone, I'm not sure I care anymore. We are starting a trial separation starting the day he gets back anyway, and I get the house, so I'm probably going to be getting a little more social in the near future." I put down my spoon. I'd had enough to eat anyway. "Make sure you do. I sat around the first six months and sulked and it did me no good at all. Now I'm in my seventh month and have every intention of making a total turn around, in fact, I've already started. So you can count on me, Sara. If you feel like a movie, a dinner out, an art show or whatever, I'll make sure you have my phone number before I leave." Now her smile was more genuine, "Thanks very much. I'd like that very much," she beamed, and she seemed genuinely grateful. "And whether he's alone tonight or not, you certainly aren't," I pointed out, "So, can I help you with the dishes before we have a nice cocktail, or whatever you had in mind when you mentioned drinks?" By the time we finished the dishes, we were chattering like schoolgirls and genuinely enjoying each other's company. I was personally charmed by Sara's sense of humor and broad range of interests which including among many other things an interest in drawing and painting. When she discovered my interest in the topic, we discovered she actually owned a copy of my recently released book. As we walked into the living room and sat on the couch, each of us sporting a large screwdriver, she was saying, "So you're B. Stonewell! Well, of course you are, I can't believe I never put it together! I guess I thought you were a man." She covered her mouth with her hand, "Oops, that sure didn't come out politically correct! But look here," she reached over her coffee table to a short stack of books and magazines and pulled out a copy of my new book which had only been released this week. She blushed, "Could I get you to autograph my copy?" I laughed and looked around for a pen, and she handed me one, "I had hoped someone had bought my book. The publisher is holding off on a book tour to see how the reviews go, I guess." I autographed it 'To Sara with love - a drawing of you will surely appear in my next book,' then I signed it Betty Stonewell. She looked at what I'd written and her blond eyebrows shot up, "Are you serious?" She flipped through some pages; "I don't think I'd be in the same league as sexy men and women like these! I still can't believe it! I was looking at this book just last night, and I have to tell you that some of these pictures... well, they got me a little stirred up." "Of course I'm serious," I answered using a professional excuse to enjoy looking over her body, "You have very much the right type of body, and those legs are just what I'm looking for in my women. Go ahead, flip through a few more pages, look at your own legs, and then flip through a few more." She did as I asked and started blushing - I assume because most of my women are nude and even those that are not are very near naked. I added gently, "Modesty is one thing, but I think you know what you look like." She turned a little redder, sipped from her drink then set down the book and the drink. She folded her hands and turned to look at me, her lips were parted and she just looked at me for a few seconds. "I'm really flattered, Betty, but sometimes I don't know how seriously to take your flirting with me, and I'm not sure how I'd feel about posing in the nude for someone who might be, um, you know, sexually attracted to me?" I gave her what I hoped was my cutest smile and kicked off my high heels. I took a long drink from my screwdriver, set down the glass and sat back on the couch semi-facing her with my arm on the back of the couch, my hand resting a few inches from her shoulder. My knees were turned toward her but carefully together because I remembered I wasn't wearing panties. "Well of course, I see what you mean, but honestly, I'm not sure about the foundation of your concern. I mean, do you think I'd be drawing you and then suddenly jump up and rape you?" I made sure I said this lightly and with a smile, but even so she blushed a little again. "Well, no," she admitted, "although I'm not at all sure I shouldn't be on guard." She giggled and added, "besides, I'm a little flattered by your flirting as well. In fact, I guess I kind of like the attention from you, Betty, and I'm not repulsed at all, even though I've never very seriously considered being with a woman. That way, I mean." She was still blushing and was now looking down at her hands in her lap, "I've been worrying about the divorce a little. I know, I haven't said the word out loud to you yet, but I know it's coming, and I worry about being alone, being horny, about losing my resolve. And frankly, the last few days, the way you've looked at me, made flirty remarks and touched me - well, you've made me feel kind of reassured, if that makes any sense." Betty's Self Discovery Ch. 03 I moved closer to her and moved the hand I had on the back of her couch to her shoulder and gave her a little squeeze, "Sara, I like you, and I've always liked you, and I meant it when I said I'd support you through whatever happens." I very lightly traced a little circle on her cheek with my forefinger. She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds as if enjoying my touch, and from what she'd said, I assumed she was. "But tell me honestly, was a least one of the reasons you bought my book because you enjoy looking at naked men and women with sexy bodies?" I began lightly tracing her ear with my fingertip and other than a little shiver; she pretended to ignore it. She giggled and started blushing again, "I guess I would sound pretty foolish denying that, Betty. I mean, I also enjoy the fantasy themes, in fact I have many books of the genre." She gave a pretty little shrug, "And since they're all full of nude and semi-nude men and women, all I can say is, ya got me! But I hope you realize that I'm also saying that while I enjoy your attentions and what you're doing to me with your finger on my ear, I'm not saying that I want to get into your panties." "No, I realize you haven't said that, and you couldn't get into my panties anyway." I grinned at her; "I'm not wearing any right now." She couldn't stop her glance down at my legs and lap, then turned the reddest she'd gotten yet when she realized where she was looking. She looked up guiltily and her mouth opened, then shut, and then Sara's voice was a little strained when she said, "Oh my! Do you do that often, or is it somehow for my benefit?" Then she covered her mouth with her hand and mumbled behind it, "Betty, I'm not sure what I'm saying." "It was silly of me, I guess, but I had planned at some point in the evening to give you an accidental little peek just to see how you'd react." I moved even closer to her until my knees were touching hers and moved my hand to gently massage the back of her neck, "And as for how serious I am about my flirting, well, I find you very, very attractive, Sara." She swallowed and her lips parted, her eyes were closed to enjoy my hand rubbing her neck. After a few moments, her eyes slitted partly open, "Ok, Betty, I have to say this, and I hope it doesn't confuse you too much. I love your touching me, and I really like the fact that you find me attractive, and to be honest, I'm sure I would very much enjoy that little peek between your legs, after all, I've already admitted that I enjoy looking at naked women. But..." she gave me a quick kiss on the forearm, "But, I don't think I want to have sex with another woman." "I'm sure you don't want to have sex with me, Sara," And now I moved as close to her as I could, "I felt the same way as you do just a few short weeks ago. Then, I could even admit that I got a little sexually aroused looking at attractive naked women, but I would get this little feeling in my tummy like I'd be grossed out at actually having sex with another woman." Her blue eyes opened wide as she stared at me, relief visible on her face, "I can't believe you understand me, but you do, and more clearly than I could have said it!" Then her mouth made a little 'o' as she added, "But something changed you, didn't it? Because I'm starting to get the feeling that you really do want to have sex with me. Tell me what changed you, Betty?" "Maybe I will tell you," I whispered then I leaned in slowly, very slowly and kissed her softly on the lips. Her lips molded to mine but she didn't move anything else, just let me kiss her for a few moments. I pulled back and asked, "Didn't you like that?" She ran her tongue nervously over her lips, "Yes, I liked that, and I'll even let you French kiss me if you like, but that doesn't mean..." She sighed, "I don't know, Betty, you're making me pretty excited, but I don't feel any differently, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. Won't you tell me? I - I think I'd even like it if you could change my mind." I sighed, "I know so much how you feel, Sara. It was the same for me until a few weeks ago; a woman friend of mine asked if she could masturbate in front of me. I told her I didn't think I'd be that comfortable with that, but she just started doing it anyway. She couldn't help but see that I was interested because I couldn't stop looking, and believe me; I tried. And then she took off her dress and finished herself off, naked and right in front of me. Then she wanted to go down on me, and I was unable to make myself stop her, and then I had a super fantastic orgasm. I've felt differently about women ever since." "Oh," Sara's lips were parted and she was breathing through her mouth, "Oh dear, Betty, that is a very sexy story." She swallowed, "I think I'm becoming very aroused just thinking about you and your friend. Do you think..." she bit her lip and looked at me pleadingly, "See, I admit to a voyeuristic um, tendency. Could you? You know?" "You naughty, naughty girl," I let my lips brush hers and tasted her breath panting slightly into my mouth, "You're asking me to pull up my dress and jill-off in front of you, aren't you?" I spoke softly into her mouth, my lips just barely brushing hers, "Well I'll make a bargain with you, I will if you will. Take off your panties, Sara, and then we'll both pull our skirts up and watch each other. Do you think you'd like that?" "Yes," she hissed into my mouth just as I kissed her, and this time when I parted my lips, her tongue flickered against mine. Our breathing became heavier and the kiss grew as lustful as it was sweet with Sara sucking at my tongue. I could feel Sara fumbling under her skirt, so I withdrew my kiss so she could get her sneakers off and pull down her panties. Sara began pulling her skirt up, froze for a second and looked at me while blushing furiously again, "For me, this is the hard part, I guess, I've never let a woman look at me like this." I stood up in front of her and pulled my dress up to my hips, "Don't even think about where I'm looking, Sara, you just look at this," and I could see she was, blue eyes very wide. "Do you like looking at me like this, Sara?" Staring at my groin, she nodded, and I saw her ease her skirt up past her hips and I moved her glass so I could sit across from her on the coffee table our knees touching. Curiously, she had a heavy white oak coffee table just like mine. I spread myself with my fingers for her to get a good look and after a moment, she forced herself to spread for me. "Scoot closer to the edge of the couch, honey, so I can see better," I suggested and she obeyed without hesitation watching very closely as I moved my fingers around inside caressing myself while trying not to obstruct her view more than I could help it. And she was blond down there, or at least mostly blond mixed with a very light brown area just along her crevice. She was an even lighter shade of pink inside than my friend Laura, but there was some redness around the opening of Sara's vagina - I suspect caused by her state of sexual arousal. She had a small hood with her clit completely hidden inside and the petals of her inner lips were thin, delicate and receded enough that they weren't visible unless she was spreading herself. "You have a very pretty pussy, Sara," my voice was almost a moan. She was using her two middle fingers to vibrate her hood rapidly left and right. I imitated what she was doing with my right hand and used the middle finger of my left hand to snake into my vagina from beneath my bottom - it was awkward but I could see that Sara was enjoying it very much. Sara licked her lips as she watched me frig my pussy, "You have a beautiful pussy, Betty; I just love it!" She gave a little moan, then said, "And I loved it when you kissed me, too. I always suspected I'd enjoy kissing a woman and I really did." "Have you overcome your inhibitions yet, Sara, about women I mean?" She glanced up to my eyes and nodded slowly, then held the gaze as soon as she realized I wasn't looking at her pussy anymore. "Sara, honey, I'm just about ready to come, and I'd like to come with your mouth on me. Be a sweetie for me, please?" She didn't hesitate. She knelt between my thighs and put her mouth on my spread pussy and sucked and frenched at my hood. I grabbed her blond ponytail and rocked my hips back and forth against her mouth, fucking in her mouth as the first jolt of pleasure swelled in me and swirled through my body, "Oh! Sweet baby fuck me!" I cried out as my hips shivered and spasmed against her sweet mouth. My orgasm went on and on, with Sara's mouth faithfully locked on my pussy, her tongue still massaging and flicking against my hood until I had to pull her face away. My eyes were closed and I kept them so for a few more moments until I felt in control of my breathing. When I opened them, Sara was sitting on the couch again, her dress demurely down to her knees. She had an expression of surprise on her face and she was squeezing her hands together in her lap. Her gaze was distant and unfocused. I eased my skirt down and sat beside her. "Sara?" Are you all right?" She turned her head and looked into my eyes and suddenly focused, she nodded briskly, "Well," I hesitated, "Don't you need to come, sweetie? Because I'd sure love to return the favor." "Not right at the moment," she said breathlessly, "I'm not quite," her body gave a little shiver, "Not quite over mine just yet." She opened her lips and panted a few breaths, "I came while you were coming. I wasn't even touching myself. It was the most amazing..." She shivered again, coughed and continued more softly, "You just, just started fucking my face and it-it was the most intensely sexual thing, event, whatever..." She started panting again, "Uh, oh, and I just keep..." She grabbed her knees and bent over, her bottom wriggling against the couch, "Coming!" she gasped loudly. I reached under her bottom and squeezed her and she straightened and leaned into me, snuggling her face to my breasts. She shuddered and with her voice muffled by my breasts, she said, "I think that's the last one." I held her cradled to my breasts and glanced at a clock on the wall. It wasn't even quite eight o'clock yet. "Oh, Betty!" she declared and then fell silent, just letting me hold her. After a few more minutes, she eased away from me and gave me a bright smile. She leaned forward to retrieve her screwdriver and thirstily drank it all. She sat down the glass and turned back toward me, "How was it for you, dear?" She asked politely. I swallowed and realized my mouth was dry, too. So I imitated her and took a generous gulp of my drink before answering, "It was fantastic, Sara. Just fantastic and it was all you!" "Well," she said brightly and then sighed looking downward, "That didn't go anything like I thought it would, you know. I figured that after we masturbated I'd probably give in and let you go down on me, after we, you know, rested a while. I didn't know if I'd be willing to go down on you or not, but your pussy was so lovely and so sexy to look at, I knew I'd be happy to touch you there and I was pretty sure I could make you come that way." "I'm sure you could have, Sara, and I'm sure you still could. You have very pretty, dainty little hands. I feel like a farmer around you," I said flexing my longer fingers. I still felt a little concerned for her because she still seemed a little shaken. "When you told me to put my mouth on you, I couldn't believe you would just say that. I couldn't believe you would even think I would consider it, and then I just felt myself moving, you know," She wiped at a corner of her eye, and when my mouth dropped open, she held up a hand and said sternly, "Don't you dare apologize! That would really upset me, so don't! Just listen!" I held my hands up like she had a gun on me, and I didn't say a word. She looked me defiantly in the eyes for a moment before she continued, "It made me feel dirty and cheap to obey you and just do like I was told, and that's where the first thrill came from - by deliberately and willfully violating my own taboos - to put it in fancy terms. Then the second thrill, the smell of you..." She rubbed upward on her breasts with her palms, and whipped her head back and forth so that her ponytail lashed around, "It just filled me. I had been afraid I wouldn't like it, but it filled me, it just... filled me, the way a man can fill me with his penis." I shook my head in wonder. "Wow!" was all I could say. "Then you just fucked and fucked my face and your juices ran down my chin, and I just never, ever felt so much a part of a sexual act, and that's when I started coming, each orgasm stronger than the last." She looked earnestly into my eyes, her own big blues searching into mine, "Would you believe? I've never had multiple orgasms before! I just couldn't stop reliving your beautiful pussy fucking my face, and then you just pushed me away like used trash!" I started to protest, and she said again, "Don't!" "Oversensitive!" I muttered stubbornly. She gave me a dirty look and said in an exasperated tone, "I know what was going on in your world, do you want to know what was going on in mine or not?" "Yes, of course," I said contritely. Her voice and her look softened, "Betty, you just changed my life. You turned me completely upside down." She looked down at my legs and then up to my breasts, "I'm already starting to want you again, and this time, I'm going to lick you all over! My body is just still a little electrocuted or something." I grimaced, "I guess this might be the time to admit I have several other women in my life? I mean I hope you'll want to do this pretty regularly with me, but I also need you to know about the others before we get in over our heads." "Silly girl," she grinned at me, "I knew that. You as much as said you had a girlfriend. I'll be content to just be another mare in your stable." Then she brightened, "Of course, if I still feel like I do right now, I might like to meet some of them later." "Poor girl," I shot back with a phony sympathetic look, "You are actually going to feel a lot more like you feel now." "What do you mean?" Sara asked curiously. "I mean before this weekend is over, you'll be walking down a sidewalk or in a mall, and a pretty woman, or worse, a pretty teenaged girl is going to walk by, and you're going to be wondering what her pussy would taste like, what it would be like to suck on her nipples, and even what her face would look like during an orgasm." I predicted casually. "Really!" she got a vacant look as she rolled those thoughts around in her mind, then she slowly nodded, "Yes, I suspect you're right. It's different than I feel about men; it's more... predatory? Maybe?" I shrugged, "Something like that. I just think of it as an intense curiosity about other women's bodies. Oh, it might take longer than just this weekend, but it will happen." "Oh, I think it already has, Betty. Just thinking about seeing strange beautiful women walking by is making me a little pussy-crazy already." She looked thoughtful, "You've made me into a lesbian, I think. I mean, that was the most powerful sex act and orgasms I ever - I never experienced anything like that with a man, and up until now, I thought I really liked sex with men." She arched an eyebrow, "Aw, who knows, I'm still so giddy about how you made me feel, I don't know what I'm saying." I moved close to her again and put my arm around her, "I came pretty hard myself, and I still remember my first time was a lot like yours, only, I wasn't as clear-headed about it. I'll tell you what I think we both need and we'll see if you agree." "Would you like to taste the pussy on my mouth before you tell me what you're thinking?" She gave me an intense look, and I knew she wanted to share as much of her experience as she could. Like I could resist an offer like that! I kissed her, enjoying very much the fading smell of my pussy juice around her mouth. And after a few licks inside her mouth I whispered, "Did you get to taste any of my pussy juice, or swallow any?" "Oh, yes," she breathed between kisses, "Quite a lot of it there at the end. And I still want more." She started feeling of my breast and broke away from our kiss to stare in amazement at her hand, not that she stopped fondling my breast, even as she said, "So what were you thinking." I cleared my throat, "Despite your partly successful efforts to keep me from thinking," she reluctantly took her hand off my breast with a sheepish look and I continued, "I think we should have another drink then maybe go pee and take a bath together, then just go naked into the bedroom and lay down, maybe make out a while, then fuck until we drop. How's that sound? If I can stay the night?" "That all sounds wonderful, and I hope you'll stay the weekend. But I'm not sure how you mean pee together. Do you mean like watching each other peeing, peeing together in the bathtub? I mean, I'm up for anything." I laughed, "I only meant we'd probably need to pee after another drink, but we can do any of that too, if you like." "But," urged Sara, "You will stay the weekend, right?" "Can't sorry. Got a firm date with Laura tomorrow night. I sort of promised it would just be the two of us, since the last time I was with her, well Denise was there, and you know how it is, Laura couldn't help going down on Denise, not that I minded. I watched." "Oh my!" breathed Sara, "That wouldn't be the pretty little Denise at the office would it?" At my nod, she took a deep breath, "Oh, oh, my brave new world!" Then she looked back into my eyes, "How about this; you stay the weekend with me, and tomorrow night you can have Laura over here, and I'll just watch. Well, maybe I'll beat off while I watch that is..." "Yeah, I think Laura would agree to that," Then I shook my head with mock sadness, "But I know Laura, and as soon as she sees your pretty blond snatch, she's going to want to eat it!" "Well, we can only hope she gives in to temptation." Sara smiled and we kissed again. "You know," I murmured as we both began idly touching each other's breasts, "I'd like you to be able to smell your pussy on my face during a nice long kiss, if you wouldn't mind me just giving you a few kisses down there before we head upstairs..." "Can we be naked, Betty?" She was squeezing both my breasts and breathing through her mouth. "And maybe could we kiss each other at the same time?" I was already fumbling with her buttons and she with mine. We were both wearing bras, but being women we removed each other's quickly. Then we both had to remove our own skirts as they were trickier, but we were both quickly naked. After one quick mouth-to-mouth kiss, we stretched out sideways on the couch in the sixty-nine position. As she cocked her leg I lowered my face into her blond groin, already loving the musky smell of her as I French kissed into her crevice and quickly achieved the desired result of making my face smell like her pussy. I loved the feel of her hard nipples on my abdomen, as I slurped sucked and licked into her pussy, and after we both enjoyed a violent and mutual orgasm, we soothed each other by licking each other's bottoms. It was a surprisingly delightful position for mutual bottom licking. We finally shared that kiss where we smelled our pussies on each other, and during the night, we shared a lot more. * This concludes the Betty series, but I do hope you liked it! And if the votes and feedback are good enough on this episode, I think I can post something else new in just a couple of days. I have some good ideas and some extra time this weekend. Pelios Betty's Self Discovery "Ok," I swallowed, "Now you are really tempting me, but I'd still have the same problem -- getting aroused and all..." Laura stood and stepped forward and sank to her knees in front of my chair, "Don't worry, Betty! Just close your eyes, and I will take care of that little problem for you." She began reaching under my skirt for my panties. I froze in shock for a second as I realized her intentions. I can't imagine why I raised my ass just enough for her to pull my panties off my hips. "Oh no, please no," I said almost frantically, yet too paralyzed to stop her as she drew my panties down to my ankles and slipped them off along with my sandals. "Besides, Laura, you said yourself that you'd never done anything like this..." She spread my legs and pulled my hips forward, her head arching down toward my groin. Why couldn't I stop her? She gave me a long slow lick up my pussy, and I groaned. I couldn't fight this, not as aroused as I already was. She fingered me and licked me as expertly as any boy, and maybe better. I just shook, shivered and moaned, as I got more and more excited. I knew my juices were really flowing because I could hear swallowing noises as she licked me. Part of the reason I was getting so incredibly impassioned was that she was really terrific at doing this pussy-eating thing, or she was getting better at it as she went along. Mostly though, it was seeing Laura's pretty face between my legs. I could see my pussy opening when she spread it with her tongue to admit most of her mouth between my thick outer lips, and watching her lock her mouth around my clit area while lashing my clit with the tip of her tongue. She was using two fingers to fuck in and out of my sloppy vagina at the same time. I came right in her mouth, that beautiful slurping, sucking mouth, and I felt her licking fluids from my vagina, which she then swallowed. I thought it was over but she didn't stop and before long I had wrapped my legs around her and was humping away at her mouth. I squirmed, I wriggled and I cried out. But the sex and pussy juice just didn't stop. She didn't release me until I had had three powerful orgasms, leaving me weak, limp and twitchy, but enormously satisfied. More satisfied than I'd ever been in my life! Curiously, I watched her as she straightened and sat back on the couch. She looked mildly troubled. I finally thought to close my widespread legs, but I didn't -- leaving the cool air to sooth my savaged pussy. With a delicate cough, I asked, "Well that took care of my problem all right, but are you okay?" Laura smiled brightly, "Oh yes, I just didn't realize that I would like doing that so much. I mean, it's something I had wanted to do for a long time, but I never thought..." "I see," but I wasn't sure I did, and I was pretty sure I didn't want to know. "Well I didn't want you to do it, but you did it, and I have to admit that I haven't ever had better sex. Hell, it was the best." Laura shrugged, still looking distracted, "I touched myself a little while I was you know, eating your pussy, and I came again. I never realized I would find it that sexy. Ka-Pow, you know? Now I'm going to have to go home and come to grips with the fact that I may be a lesbian after all." "You practically raped me," I said dryly, "And you don't hear me complaining." Laura laughed, "I'm not complaining, just a little confused. Tell you what? I'll see you in a week or a month or so -- however long it takes me to work things out. Thanks again for a wonderful morning, Betty, and I truly mean that! And Betty, we HAVE to do this again sometime. Maybe not the next time we meet, but sometime, okay?" She got up to leave and then turned back toward me at the door. "You know what you ought to do, Betty?" "What?" I said, still feeling like a melted ice cream bar, still sitting as limp as a dishrag in the chair. My legs and pussy were still spread wide. "You ought to look up that woman that you met at that party and let her have a go at that tasty pussy you've got." And with that Laura was gone. I still didn't know exactly what had just happened here. I guess I was in a kind of wobbly-kneed, very sexually satiated state of shock. I really had not even thought of myself as being bi-sexual, much less gay, but I had just had a terrific sexual experience with another woman, and I knew in the deepest fiber of my being that I would like to do that again sometime. Maybe a lot of times, but then, I was surely still in shock. As shock goes, I sure felt wonderful, better than I had in a long, long time. And what the hell did Laura mean by I ought to look up another woman? It was Laura, who went down on me, and it was Laura who had liked it while doing it to me. And apparently she liked doing it to me so much that it disturbed her a little, so maybe she should start looking up women. Then my indignation vanished as I realized that a woman had just seduced and had her way with me by only masturbating in front of me. So Laura was right. Laura may have her own problems, but I definitely had a side to myself that needed some honest exploring. A few days went by, normal, working days. And while my strange experience had faded a little in intensity, I was still giving it a lot of thought. It had been a couple of years since I had seen Nancy Gatewood. I thought back to how easily Nancy had made me come in that backyard. It had always taken my husband quite a bit of time and effort to make me come. I knew she was married, and I knew that I had her and her husband's phone number in my address book. But would they even still live there? Was she still married? A couple of more days went by, and then one night while feeling particularly horny from thinking about the way that Laura had gone down on me, I decided to give Nancy a call. She seemed delighted to hear from me, and yes she was still married. I suddenly felt very awkward. I mean we had both been drinking quite a lot that night. Maybe she didn't even remember what happened. How could I ask about something like that? "Richard and I got divorced about six months ago," I said, not sure where to go, "I mean it was finalized six months ago." "Oh no!" Nancy cried, sounding genuinely concerned, "how are you feeling, dear? Would you like some company? Do you need anything?" I chuckled, "Oh I'm just great, thanks. I've firmly put that behind me already. But I wouldn't mind your company sometime. After all, I haven't seen you since that party at the Winston's." "Oh yes, that," she said in a quiet voice, "I was pretty tipsy, you know. I hope you don't hold that against me." "I was pretty drunk myself," I said, "But I don't hold anything against you at all." I had to pause, and she didn't make a sound. I didn't know what to say next. Maybe a little truth would help. I sighed, "To be honest, I tried to kind of forget about that, but I haven't been able to... Maybe we could get together and talk about this. It's kind of weird over the phone..." There was another long pause, then in a tentative voice Nancy asked, "So you're saying that your memories of that night were pleasant?" "Ah, pleasant?" I giggled, "How about erotic? That would be closer, I think, and certainly not unpleasant." "It's early yet," she said casually, "and my husband is away on business. If you give me your address, I could come over now and talk about it." I gave her my new address, and as soon as she hung up, I wondered what I should wear. Feeling a little panicked, I hurried to my bedroom to change from my work clothes -- slacks and a blouse. I took off my bra and panties, and then standing naked, I suddenly had no idea what to do. Did I have time for a shower? Probably. Nancy lived about forty-five minutes away. Hurrying, I showered as thoroughly as I could without getting my hair wet. I dabbed on a tiny amount of perfume, thought about it and added an extra tiny dab to my bush, then dressed in a medium skirt, a blouse and high heels. I didn't bother putting on bra and panties. I felt like a slut, but looked pretty good in the mirror. About then, the doorbell rang. I was glad that I had dressed up a little because Nancy breezed in wearing a lovely blue blouse and skirt combination that included stockings and heels. She was as beautiful as I remembered; just a little taller than me, lovely auburn hair, green eyes, vigorous up-thrust breasts and long shapely legs. She had that high-cheek bone, classic beauty softened by a slightly weak chin and a generous grin. She gave me a quick buss on the cheek and waved at my living room, "Where do you want me to sit, dear?" "Anywhere you feel comfortable," said feeling a little breathless at her sense of presence and her confidence, "I was just about to pour a glass of white wine; would you like some?" "That would be lovely," she answered brightly, heading for the center of the couch right where Laura had sat a few days ago, "Would you mind if I smoke indoors?" "Not at all," I called out from the kitchen, "There's an ash tray on the coffee table." I really didn't care if she smoked, several of my friends did; besides, I still had fond memories of the taste of her mouth after smoking. I thought about mentioning that to her, but didn't. I handed her a glass of wine and took my same seat across the coffee table from her. I hoped I knew what I was doing with the placement of our bodies. I know there is something of a science or art to that sort of thing, but I knew nothing about it. "It really is so wonderful to see you again, Nancy," I said, making a toasting motion with my wine glass. After a sip, I set the glass on the table. "You know, there is something mildly erotic about watching a woman smoke." She toasted me back, tapped ashes into the ashtray, and then as casually as if she were discussing the weather, she said, "Did you mean it when you said that you didn't hold my bad-girl behavior against me? I mean, I guess I came on pretty strong that night." I shrugged, "I was startled that was for sure, but I let it happen, too." I paused, "I had never done anything like that with another girl before, but I'm afraid I pretty much enjoyed it. I've tried to forget about it, but..." I shook my head. How could I say what I felt when I wasn't even sure what that was? "I mean, I have been remembering it lately and with some degree of interest -- er, pleasant interest, that is. Have you ever, you know, done that sort of thing before?" She gave me what I interpreted was a naughty smile, "Not since being with my college roommate. Actually, you remind me of her, only in a physical way you understand, but that was a powerful lure for me. In fact, it has made me horny every time I have ever seen you. I thought I had put all that behind me, but that night in the garden, I knew I hadn't and I guess I just acted on my feelings. You're very attractive, you know, Betty." "So are you, Nancy," I swallowed, thinking she wants to have sex again with me right now, but things are moving a little fast again. "Uhm, would you share the roommate story with me?" She picked up the cigarette she had put out and re-lighted it, "I've never told anyone else about this, but since I picked you because you look a lot like her, I guess you have a right to know. It's a little embarrassing though..." She took a couple of puffs while assessing me, then continued, "Maybe if you came over here to sit beside me -- I mean, sitting across from me seems more confrontational than intimate, and believe me, this is an intimate story." I walked over and joined her, suddenly very conscious that I hadn't worn any panties or a bra. I wondered if I really wanted to have sex with her, and was just now admitting it to myself, but it was a crazy idea, and now I find out she had only made a pass at me because I reminded her of someone else. It made me feel a little less special, a little more reserved, but I resolved to hear out the story anyway. Besides I must want to have sex with her, why else would I have spotted my bush with perfume? Nancy gave me a gentle squeeze on the knee, and then started, "Jen and I had lived together for a couple of months, and we got along all right. So I was pretty unprepared when she suddenly did something pretty extreme. She came back to our dorm room one Saturday night with a guy. Not that unusual in itself, I guess, but she didn't ask me to leave or anything." "You mean they..." my eyebrows soared as I realized what she was telling me. "Yes," answered Nancy with seeming detachment, "They just stripped their clothes off and started fucking like bunnies. Not that they ignored me, exactly, I mean the fellow winked at me occasionally, and Jen would just grin at me like the Cheshire cat. Hell she had her eyes on me practically the whole time. And they got it on seriously, too. Position after position, changing it every few minutes, fucking this way and that, and always with Jen peeking at me slyly to see if I was enjoying the show. In half an hour, there wasn't a single inch on either of their bodies that I hadn't gotten a really good look at." "Wow," I shook my head trying to imagine, "What were you doing all that time? Did they want you to join in or something?" "I don't think so, at least, they didn't say so," Nancy shrugged, "I got the feeling the guy was maybe a little unsure of what was going on, but as for Jen, she was obviously enjoying me as an audience. I knew in my guts that she had done all this just to get me to watch. As for me, I just sat there, on the edge of my bed, watching them not three feet away. I could even smell them: the pussy smell, the dick smell, and the sex smell when you mix the two. At one point, Jen was squatting over him and using her legs to pump up and down on his dick, and she pointed to their groins and licked her lips while looking me straight in the eye. It was an amazingly lovely sight, and I will freely admit that it aroused me a great deal." Nancy sighed and shrugged again, "No one had ever behaved around me like that before, but that wasn't the strangest part at all." "So?" I prompted, "What was the strangest part?" "I liked it. No, more than that. I was terrifically excited about what I was looking at, which was a young girl acting like a sexually depraved beast, a wanton, a slut or something. I felt immensely attracted to her, and I think she knew it as well. Then after he had come a second time, he left. She stretched out naked on her bed, her legs still spread wide, and went to sleep, or I thought she was asleep. After a couple of minutes, I stood and leaned over her to take a close look at her stretched out pussy with white drops of semen dripping out of it. Without opening her eyes, she told me I could suck the come out of her pussy if I wanted." "Did you?" I was on the edge of my seat, and had hardly remembered that Nancy's hand was still on my knee. What an intense story! Nancy spread her hands palms up, "Before that night, I had never had a sexual thought about another female; I swear it! But yes. I did it. I licked and sucked her clean. She didn't move, in fact I was pretty sure she went to sleep for real while I was doing it. His spunk was still warm from being in her pussy, and there was plenty of pussy juice in there, too. She woke up several times and would smile at me or touch my hair. So I kept licking her pussy and rubbing my face in it. After about half an hour she started getting juicy again. She woke and told me to finger her and lick her clit. I did until she came. Then she went back to sleep." Nancy put her hands on her breasts, sighed and closed her eyes a moment before she resumed, "I don't know what came over me, I couldn't stop licking in her pussy until I put my hand on myself and made myself come. I swear I never even thought of women that way before that night." "Mercy!" I fanned my face which I could feel was blushing. It seemed like such a shocking story to me for some reason. For some reason, I kind of missed the warmth of her hand on my knee. "So what happened next?" Now for the first time, Nancy blushed, "The next night was a Sunday, so she didn't have a date, and we usually turned in fairly early on Sundays because of early Monday classes. Instead of putting on pajamas like she usually did, she just stripped naked. I already had my pajamas on and she came over and took them off me. She told me that she would like me to make love to her on nights when she didn't have a date. She started kissing me and put her hand between my legs and felt me up until I came. Then she stretched out on her bed and told me I could start by kissing her all over. Then she rolled over so I would start on her back, and her backside, by the way." Nancy gave me a piercing look, "Oh, and when she felt me up and made me come -- I had the most terrific orgasm ever." She put her hand back on my knee, "How was yours that night in the garden?" I felt off guard at the change in subject, "It was wonderful, but being as drunk... I don't know, but it was really nice." I put my hand on top of hers -- the one she had on my knee, and gave her hand a little squeeze, "Go on, please." Nancy put out her cigarette again, "When Jen said kiss her all over, she really meant all over, every inch of her body. She had me kiss and lick between each toe, and she insisted that I lick her bottom and her armpits -- she insisted I not miss an inch, and I didn't. Only after I had done that would she let me lick her pussy. She didn't touch me again either that night. She just waited until I made her come twice, and then she went to sleep. Our whole relationship was like that from then on. I developed a deeper and deeper craving for her body, and she would let me worship it, but she rarely returned favors. She went down on me exactly twice in the next two years before she moved out. She would often ask me to lick and poke her bottom with my tongue, so I learned to like doing that too. Sometimes she would take me in the bathroom and pee on me..." "That sounds so terrible!" I felt so sorry for Nancy, and I wasn't all that pleased that I looked like this cold person she had met in college. Nancy's hand squeezed my knee and I thought she was looking at my breasts. I glanced down -- my nipples were clearly pressing against my blouse so she did indeed have something to look upon. "In a way," said Nancy raising her eyebrows thoughtfully, "But the fact is, I had a sexual thing for her, and she just didn't care about me in the same way. But she did care about me as a friend. So in a way, she was being very generous. I think that is the way she thought of it -- being charitable. Of course, I am definitely not interested in a repeat of that relationship in any sense, but when I look at you, well..." She blushed a little; "I just have an automatic response in my body. I get so turned on..." "But pissing on you?" I was afraid I got a little stuck on that. "Why would any person humiliate another person that way?" Nancy's blush deepened, "Well maybe it wasn't like that exactly. It was something she really liked to do -- really fill up on beer, tea, or even water, and then we would lay naked in the bathtub with our legs all tangled and rubbing against each other, and then she would just let go. It seemed a lot more erotic at the time than it sounds at the moment. Sometimes it was different and she would want to pee on my face or my breasts, and sometimes she had me pee on her. Please understand. She was finding what pleasure she could to give herself the excuse to be with me. She knew I loved her, and she was as generous as she could be about it with her time and her body, until she just left." I felt an outpouring of sympathy for the woman and said, "Well, let me tell you how what you did to me in that garden affected me." I gave her a kiss on the cheek. "A truly beautiful, sophisticated woman began kissing me in a garden, and even though I didn't think about women that way, I just melted in her arms while she gave me a really sweet orgasm. I loved every minute of it, and even though I felt guilty and a little dirty about it, I still can't think about it without enjoying the memory." Betty's Self Discovery "Thank you," she said, her green eyes staring into mine, "it would sure be my pleasure to give you another one right now." She moved her face so slowly to mine that I had an eternity to turn away from her, but I didn't. I couldn't. Her kiss was soft as a butterfly, and as slow as honey. My breath was coming faster well before she parted her lips enough to give my lips a slow lick. She eased one arm around my shoulders and used her other hand to gently stroke my aching hard-nippled breasts. When she at last began to slowly French kiss me, her mouth tasted like wine and cigarettes and that made me want sex from her more than ever. "Even it is a triggered body response to your looks, Betty," she whispered in my ear after licking it, "I have so much desire for you that I am already on the verge of coming in my panties." She went back to kissing my mouth and exploring the inside of my mouth with her tongue, making me breathe harder and harder through my nose. Her hand slipped down from my breasts and snaked between my legs to stroke my pubic hair. At the realization that I wasn't wearing panties, she shivered and gave a little grunt, "Umph," right into my mouth. Still kissing me, her arm drew away and I felt her fingers expertly unbuttoning my blouse. I put my arms around her neck and felt her spreading my blouse and slipping it away. Of course, I had to let go of her neck to get the blouse off, but I just went on letting myself drown in the deep pool of her delicious kissing. She licked the underside of my tongue. I sighed at my sense of loss when her mouth left my lips for my breasts, but the hot warmth of her wet mouth on my nipples made up for it. Not that I'm usually wild about having my breasts kissed and licked. But now I discovered that it didn't have to be like a calf going after his mom's udder. Nancy's licks and sucks were incredibly light and subtle and for the first time I realized that I could have terrific sexual feelings through my breasts. I was wet enough now that I felt like I was sitting in a puddle and probably was, but when she started slipping off my heels and unzipping my skirt, I stopped her, "Nancy, could we just slow down a little." As much as I wanted her, I was feeling a little overwhelmed. My hands were shaking, and I realized I still wasn't psychologically prepared to have sex with a woman, although God knows Laura did a wonderful job on me the other day, but I did feel like I needed a delay. "Maybe you could undress yourself for me?" She shook her auburn hair and stood, looking me in the eye and smiling. She seemed pleased, although I wasn't sure why, until I realized that I had just asked a woman to show me her body. Inside myself I shrugged. At least I had gotten the delay I wanted and the panic that had started to build inside me was receding. I felt like such a contrary bitch watching Nancy unbuttoning her blouse and removing her black lacey bra. Her breasts were fairly large, much bigger than mine, with extremely pale pink nipples and aureoles -- barely darker in color than the surrounding white skin. She unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and let it fall. Nancy was now wearing only a black lace garter to support her black silk stockings and some lacey black panties, and of course her heels. She kicked off her shoes, pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She had a lovely auburn bush, lightly trimmed on the sides. I couldn't help but stare between her legs while she peeled off the garter and hose. She was pale and statuesque like some kind of goddess of love. I expected her to jump back on me, but she didn't. She stood there, showing herself to me, one hand on her hip and the other tweaking at her nipples that quickly grew much larger and longer and slightly darker. "Do you approve?" she asked with a little grin. "Who wouldn't?" I said seriously. I had never really been attracted to a woman as a sexual object until Laura beat off in front of me, and even now when confronted by Nancy's voluptuous gorgeousness, I'm not sure how I would go about playing with such a toy, but damn, she sure looked hot! If I allowed this sex with women thing to go much further, I knew I would soon be facing decisions about eating pussy, and while I had so far discovered that I liked women to do it to me, what if I was like Jen? It still seemed unnatural to me, but then so had sucking a dick at first. Over the years I had learned to like going down on a man. It gave me a sense of power over him that I didn't get as much of from surrendering to a fuck, although I got some of it back when I would ride on top -- that was my favorite position with men. I thought again about how Nancy had described the way Jen had looked riding her boyfriend -- yeah, a woman could look really good like that! Did I get anything sexual out of going down on a man? I guess the giving kind of thing -- there is a sexual element in that. Would it seem the same to eat pussy? I mean, I could see letting women eat my pussy all day long without feeling like I was really even bisexual. Well, maybe a little since it seemed more exciting to be eaten by a woman than by a man. But I couldn't help thinking that I would be bi or gay if I returned the favor -- especially if I really liked eating pussy. That fact had seemed to shock even Laura, I remembered. Thinking these things and staring at Nancy's glorious nude figure, I suddenly realized I was losing the edge on my lust. I loved it when Nancy kissed me, so I needed to get more of that to stop thinking so analytically. I stood up and put my arms around her neck and drew her to me. Somehow the sweet dear got the message and took over again, and soon I was dizzy with the deliciousness of her warm kisses and the wonderful feeling of her generous pale breasts pressed against mine. I hardly noticed her slipping my skirt off since she didn't stop kissing me. It was something of a surprise to notice her auburn mound pressed against my thigh, impossible to ignore it the way she was undulating her hips on my leg. At the same time her left thigh pressed between my legs, and one moment we were just kissing naked, and the next we were passionately embraced and humping each other like a dog on a man's leg. Pardon the humorous comparison, for there was nothing funny about the way it felt. One minute we're just kissing and the next we're having sex, and it felt terrifically good. The wetter our pussies got, the slicker and more intense the fucking sensation. It should be obvious why it felt good -- I mean rubbing my pussy against a warm yet silky smooth-rounded-pliant surface, a warm and wet thigh and getting wetter -- it felt divine. What was not so obvious was why her pussy rubbing against my thigh felt almost as good. She cupped my butt cheeks in her hands and started thrusting herself harder against me. I really got a rush out of that, too. We stood there like that another minute or two, kissing, breathing hard, rubbing pussies on each other, when suddenly Nancy tore her lips from mine and whispered in my ear, "I have to have you in my mouth." I had no longer had any objections to that at all. I wanted her to go down on me and was looking forward to it. "How do you want me?" I whispered meekly. Nancy's green eyes flashed, "Do you mind just standing here?" Her breathing was quick and I could tell she was terrifically excited. I responded with a peck on her lips and spread my feet a little wider apart. Gratefully, Nancy sank to her knees and embraced my hips the way she had been holding me around my shoulders earlier. I had to spread my legs a little wider to accommodate her sliding her body between them then I felt her mouth lock on to my pussy with a passionate kiss. My hips trembled with pleasure as I felt her tongue exploring me inside while her hands ran up and down my legs, cupping my bottom, her tongue and her fingers going everywhere, exploring me, feeling me inside and out. I looked down and could only see her auburn hair, forehead and green eyes as the rest of her face was beneath my groin and looking up. I jumped a little as I felt her tongue slide lasciviously over my asshole and began to even explore me even in there. I wasn't sure what to make of this at first, but my bottom quickly warmed in the center as her tongue slid in and out, and I decided that I really did like having my bottom tongue-fucked. I found myself squatting slightly to encourage her tongue to go even deeper. Nancy evidently had a strong and a surprisingly long tongue -- it filled me wonderfully! I began moving my hips in little thrusts in reaction to her butt-fucking tongue. A trifle sooner than I would have liked, she went back to licking and slurping in my pussy. I knew I had a tendency to get pretty wet when excited and Nancy must have loved this, judging by the wet noises and swallowing and the way she would wriggle her face into my pussy like she was trying to crawl up inside me. When she focused on my clit and began to give it rapid little licks, I felt like I was flying away, surfing on a wave of pleasure that soared higher and higher until it was all in me from my toes to my scalp and whirling, and diving and mixing. At some point during my powerful orgasm, my balance or my legs must have given out, because when I started to return to normal, I was on the couch leaning back, my hips making fucking thrusts against Nancy's lovely face. Panting, my lungs demanding more air, I gently pushed her face away -- I just couldn't take any more exercise and my clit was suddenly hypersensitive. Nancy, moved up beside me, and was gently touching me, rubbing lightly at my shoulders, touching my breasts, and stroking my arms. When my breathing had slowed to almost normal, she kissed me, sweetly and softly. Gratefully, I kissed her back, whispering how wonderfully she had made love to me. I even enjoyed the scent of my pussy on her face and mouth, and I found myself wishing that Laura had kissed me afterwards. I felt psychologically totally unprepared to confront the need to return the favor, and Nancy knew it because she assured me that all she needed was a minute to take care of herself. But I couldn't let her do that, not after the story about Jen. I knelt on the floor in front of her and spread her thighs. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and examined what I saw. Nancy was definitely an outty, with parts of her pussy hanging down between and below the outer lips. She was fleshy with lots of curls and folds but it was clear which hooded area hid her clitoris. She was pink inside, deepening to a brick red near her vagina, a rough edged hole that seemed too small. She was wet inside and I licked at her, feeling the textures, the smells and the taste. She was a little salty around the edges, and she had a strong woman smell with just the slightest hint of pee. I was surprised that I wasn't really repulsed by the smell, but I wasn't excited by it either. In any case, my nose got used to it because it seemed to go away the more I licked. Or I licked the smell away -- I wasn't sure which although now I know the answer to be a bit of both. I licked the inner lips separate from the outer lips until I had explored all her lovely textures and sorted out the folds. The clear, nearly tasteless lubricating fluid that leaked from her vagina drew me to lap at it and swallow -- it was like a very mildly sweet oil that I quickly decided was delicious. I eased a finger and then two into her vagina producing even more of the delightful fluid to enjoy between her smooth pale thighs. Then responding to her whispered entreaties of 'please, please', I dipped my tongue one more time in her wet tunnel and used the juice to lubricate the upper areas of her slit. I concentrated on the hooded area, my tongue flicking inside occasionally to encounter a tiny bud, and I let my front teeth scrape gently on the surface of the hood. I guess I found what Nancy liked because she was going wild now, heaving and moaning, her fingers curled in my hair and tugging at my head. I kept it up until her climax had slowed to the point she was becoming over sensitive. I rose and sat beside her and we kissed; a long delicious kiss with both of our faces smelling pleasantly of pussy. I was happy that I had made Nancy come so well, and I was more than a little proud of myself at the way I had managed to eat pussy for the first time. But at the same time, I really felt a little disappointed for some reason. Maybe I wasn't lesbian material after all, which gave me a little sense of relief mixed with a mild dismay. Nancy begged me to let her 'do' me some more, so I lay down on my tummy and let her have her way with my bottom which I was learning to enjoy enormously. She licked and tongue-fucked my asshole for quite a lovely while before slipping her fingers down to my pussy to finger fuck me with one hand while playing with my clit with the other. My butt was now high in the air with Nancy's long pointed tongue deep in my ass as she used her hands to fuck and diddle me into a fantastic orgasm. Having re-excited herself again, Nancy then fucked my bottom cheeks with her pussy until she had another orgasm -- it didn't take very long. Then we just held each other in our arms for a while, talking softly and occasionally kissing sweetly. Nancy soon dressed and left, both of us promising future get-togethers, which would very probably happen, but still my feeling of disappointment lingered. I remembered how Laura had been so affected. Laura had said she hadn't expected to like it so much after eating my pussy. But that didn't happen to me with Nancy. Oh, I was pleased enough with having pleased Nancy, but it hadn't been the labor of love that I had hoped for -- then I was surprised at myself for wanting such a thing. It was a lot of how I felt about going down on a penis the first time. I had over time, learned to like giving head. Was I going to have to learn to enjoy eating pussy? Was I not straight or gay? What was wrong with me? Oh, I could get plenty sexually excited at the thought of a woman making me come -- oh yes, I loved that part of it. But I felt there was an empty place inside of me that needed a desire, a lust to give. I wanted to feel attracted to and fascinated by pussy. I wanted to be sexually aroused by pussy if I was going to continue to explore my bisexual side, otherwise I might as well go back to men. So I decided to go back to men and see what that was like now. It felt like I was discovering sex all over again. I wasn't even sure what I was complaining about. I mean I loved women going down on me, and at least I didn't mind going down on them. I resolved to get to know myself better, because for the time being, I felt so confused as to feel useless to myself or anyone else. * Please remember to vote! Comments and emails are welcome and encourage me to write more. Pelios