4 comments/ 80522 views/ 10 favorites Me and My Girls Ch. 01 By: mandywilluk2000 Those of you that have read my other Literotica submissions will have noted that I've had an involvement with other women quite frequently through most of my adult life. Some will have concluded that I'm bi-sexual. And that may well be the case for I do feel as comfortable sexually with a woman as I do a man. But to me it's more than that. I'm not sure that either men or women should be classified as straight, bi or gay? I'm not at all sure that the term bi is any different really to being straight. The reason I say that is because I, more and more, firmly believe that given the appropriate circumstances then most, if not all, women would indulge with their own sex. The same applies to men but their conditioning being so strongly macho makes it more difficult for them to acknowledge that they could be sexually stimulated by one of their own sex. Don't worry this isn't going to be diatribe on sexual psychology. I just feel that a little intro is needed to the experiences I'm going to relate to anyone brave and patient enough to read the several parts that will follow over the next few weeks. For, yes, this is the story of my involvement with other women from my teens right up to now. Now for anyone reading this who has seen my other submissions about Jenny, Sara and Carey will need to take those into consideration with the following to get the fullest picture of what I've got up to. Those that have not read them are urged to do so before taking on the following. I should also mention that I've not always been the fuller figured woman I now am that you may have seen on my profile. So to show you what I was like at some of the stages of this series and just how time has changed me I shall be regularly updating my photo. I may also be able to pop some photos on there of some of the people I write about so keep checking. * Part 1: Early Fumblings! Other than the, what I'm told, are quite usual schoolgirl crushes on teachers and older girls at school I had absolutely no conscious sexual feelings towards other females until late into my teens. Obviously I was aware of lesbianism and had heard vague comments about bi-sexuality but they didn't occupy my mind or the conversations of the friends I had at that time. Boys and "doing it" were far more interesting. It may not seem it now but I was a well brought up girl stuffed full of "proper" values and conditioned to behave well and proper. I was not terribly promiscuous during my teens and I whizzed through them with nothing more than the loss of my cherry and a few male partners before moving into my more turbulent twenties when I met Kevin and, as they say, the rest is history. On the way to making that history there were, though, some women. But I leap ahead of myself. I was at college when I first came into contact with women who preferred women and that was both lecturers and some of the other girls. Again, though, I felt no attraction to them and no real interest for, among other things, they were all so ugly and very manly. The cropped hair and dungarees look has never appealed to me and I find nothing whatsoever attractive in unshaved armpits! I was in with a fairly large group of both sexes and although there was some sex going on between a few of them it was far less than I had imagined and what I guess is prevalent nowadays. I became quite close friends with three other girls, Anne, Susie and Clara and we became a sort of team working together very often and spending much of our spare time in each others company. I'll skip over much of the detail and background, otherwise this will never get finished, and I'll cut to the chase. It was near to end of term and we had finished the exams and were sort of binging out a bit as the rest of our group gradually drifted off home for the holidays. The four of us had stayed on longer to attend a party and we'd been drinking far too much for several nights in a row. We were in Clara's flat, she was rich, lying around watching TV and drinking wine when Susie, the most flamboyant of us came out with. "God I feel so fucking horny I could fuck anyone right now." That was how she talked most of the time and we paid little attention to her swearing. Surprisingly for her, Anne also chimed in that she felt the same way and felt that she was missing out on life being at uni for her friends at home who had got jobs seemed to be having so much more fun thn we were. We were now all a little drunk and a couple of them started dancing to the music that was always playing and someone said something about not needing men meaning, of course, for dancing but we all joined in slagging off the other sex. We all started dancing and we were having a good time just as we had so many times before but this time something changed. What it was I have no idea but somehow when the fast music changed to a slower number we were dancing as two couples and then the four of us joined together our arms around each others shoulders. We moved around in a circle now and then all shuffling towards the middle so that our bodies touched. Still I had no sexual thoughts or any hint of arousal but, as I learned later, Clara and Susie did. And it was Susie who then suggested that we should play strippers. Her ideawhich I guess was cunning really, was that we should each in turn do a striptease to the music. Daft and slightly unbelievable I know but then we all were only 19 and 20. Clara started and we sat around clapping as she slipped her tee shirt off and wiggled out of her jeans. Susie, a big girl, went next and she was also quickly down to her bra and pants then I did my bit and then Anne. So there we were four quite attractive girls sitting in a flat in our underwear. We drank some more and we smoked some weed, as we called it then, so that we were all now quite high so that when Susie said. "Seems daft to stop here girls, after all strippers don't do they?" One of us asked how far she thought we should go and she got up and, to a heavy beat number. Slithered out of her bra and wiggled her knickers seductively and slowly, just like a stripper, down her legs. Beaming at us she said. "How about this for starters?" It was only a bit of fun. Nothing more, I thought, and soon all of us had done our thing and were naked. Clara was standing up with the rest of us sitting when she began dancing again, well more like gyrating on the spot, and said. "This is what real strippers do." Her hands started gliding up and down her body and she cupped her breasts and began playing with them as she accompanied that with some low moans from her mouth. "God C don't forget how horny I am," Susie chimed in. Clara replied. "So what the hell do you think I am?" Susie stood up and also began dancing and touching herself and Anne joined her so I did as well. We gravitated into a circle again each of us cupping our breasts until Susie said. "This is too much, my body is going fucking crazy." Then somehow she and Clara were in each others arms and they kissed. It hit me then. It aroused me. And thus when the others pulled me up I didn't resist. The four of us all kissed. We all kissed each other. Not really that deeply at first and there was little roaming of hands, well initially. We eventually all got onto the double bed and I found myself in Susie's arms kissing her. She touched my breasts saying. "You don't mind do you Mand?" To be truthful I didn't mind at all. Anyway it went on like that for some before we all fell asleep from too much drink and dope. So that was my first experience. Nothing very deep and nothing that intimate, just girls messing around. Or so I thought! We went off on the summer vacation holiday and nothing was said about it the next morning or when we came back. But it happened again a few days after we started back and this time there was a lot more caressing and breast touching. It became a roughly weekly habit for a month or so. The first few times we accompanied it with loads of booze and smoking and made excuses, or reasons I guess, for deciding to strip off but each time we ended up kissing and touching each other. Still not that deep or heavy and not an orgasm in sight. Anne suddenly decided that she no longer wanted to be at university and she left leaving Susie, Clara and me. They were both a year older than me and far more experienced sexually. They also had much more outgoing personalities and so I sort of followed their lead. After Anne left we stopped doing it for a while not by saying anything but just by it sort of fizzling out. Susie and I were invited to a wedding in Scotland. It was a posh do and we both bought nice dresses. We were staying in a small flat owned by the groom's family and we'd decided to have a short holiday before the wedding. We got to know a few of the groom's friends and became quite friendly with two of them not, I hasten to add to the extent of having sex with them. Well not quite! It was a really lovely wedding and after the reception finished, oddly around eight pm, we had a drink in the bar with the two guys we'd befriended and then they took us to the flat. We asked them in and of course we started kissing and all that. There was more drink and I was lying on the settee with my one and Susie was sitting on the lap of the other. The lights were very dim so we didn't know what the others were doing and it was quite erotic. Ian, the guy I was with, was now fairly drunk and was quite noticeably slurring his words but nevertheless was still doing a good job of kissing and caressing me. Suddenly though there was a bit of a commotion and Susie's guy went to the toilet. The sounds told their own story. He was being sick. I carried on with Ian for a while as Susie tended to her bloke. My dress was undone to beneath my boobs and he had pushed my skirt up so that it was bunched around my waist. Then Susie came in and said that her guy was going and Ian, the sod, said that he would make sure he got home ok. And then they were gone. I sat there extremely frustrated my dress still undone as Susie returned to the room. Her's was also unzipped at the back and she was holding it together. I saw that her bra was on the floor. We looked at each other and she said. "Bastards aren't they men. Just when you need them this happens." She went to get her bra letting go of the dress as she did. It fell away from her revealing the large breasts I'd seen so many times. She sat beside me. "Were things going well Mand, with Ian?" she asked rather pointedly looking at my unbuttoned dress. "What do you think?" I replied going to start doing the buttons up. Very huskily as she put her hand on mine she replied. "I think that you should leave those. buttons undone Mand. We both have some unfinished business don't we?" I was then scared. Of course all the other times we'd touched and kissed flooded into my mind but that had been different. This seemed very grown up, big girls stuff and I wasn't sure that I was ready for it. But I couldn't resist her. I was aroused from what Ian and I had been doing and now what Susie was saying and proposing. Time seemed to stand still for a while as I did nothing and she sat there her breasts naked so close to me, her hand holding my wrist. Then slowly, gently she started pulling my hand as she whispered, "Colin was just doing this when he got sick," as she pressed my hand against her breast, "they're not that bad are they Mand?" she added with small laugh in her voice My heart was now really pounding, I was hellishly nervous. The lack of the other girls changed this from messing around to a total act of lesbianism my juvenile mind reconciled. She repeated the question as she pressed my hand more firmly against the soft boob. "They're not are they Mandy, you like my breasts even if they made Colin sick don't you?" she went on laughing a little. This was an overt, very obvious and totally clear seduction I realized. An invitation to join her in sex. Not the fumblings of the four of us where the sheer numbers afforded a degree of isolation from the enormity of the act and the, dubious maybe, justification to each of us that we were just having fun. No, I felt then with just Susie and me that I was being asked to go to the next stage. To take a step I had never thought I would take, to move into an area of sexuality that I had not imagined would ever be for me. Confused and concerned I sat there for what, looking back, seemed like ages as she moved my fingers on her breast. As she did this the above thoughts were conditioning my brain but, I suddenly acknowledged with a huge jolt, that the feelings in my fingers from the soft flesh were conditioning my body. I looked at her and, like you see in the movies, her face started moving so slowly towards mine. This was it, I knew. Open my lips or move mine towards her and she would kiss me and I would be gone, I knew that. Move my head and we could shrug this off as just a drunken mistake and no face would be lost. I took the coward's way I suppose and did nothing putting the ball firmly back in her court. Then, of course, she did kiss me. And kiss me and kiss me and kiss me. She licked all over my face and planted little kisses everywhere. As she did that her hands caressed my breasts easing each in turn out from the bra. I was gone. I was hers. Hers to take to that next step. But not really against my will. I was not an unwilling companion on that. I wanted it and the more she kissed and stroked me so the greater that want became. We went to the bedroom removing our dresses as we got there and laid on the bed, me in bra and panties, Susie in just her knickers. We cuddled and continued kissing and caressing each other. The more it went on the greater was my involvement and the easier I found it to touch her. I recognized this and that the sheer sexual power of my feelings outweighed, by far, any other considerations. I gave in completely to my feelings putting any considerations other than sexual pleasure completely out of my mind. I entered a new compartment in my life. My bra came off, of course, and we both rubbed, and then later, kissed the others breasts with me participating to at least an equal level as her. Hands between each others legs we managed a mutual climax. It was the most powerful one I'd ever had and I was amazed. We talked for a while Susie telling me that even before the episodes with the girls at college she'd had feelings for females and had messed around a few times. Naturally this chat moved onto my feelings that I had extreme difficulty putting into words but she helped. I was very naïve, well certainly compared to now, and had little idea of the broader aspects of sex and sexuality. I, naturally, I suppose associated sex with a girl as being lesbian and this worried me but she, to an extent, put my mind at rest by sort of summing it all up by saying, "don't get it wrong Mand., I love a cock as much as the next woman, it's just that I like tits and pussies as well." Those words not only, to some level, explained the situation to me but also brought the mood back to sex. We took our panties off and made love again. Once more it was only with our hands between the others legs although of course we fed our mouths greedily on the other's tits. How many times we made love I can't recall but it didn't include either of us going down, or even trying to on the other. Nothing more happened that night. I suppose neither of us were really experienced enough with men to have fully explored oral sex with them and possibly, therefore, that was a bridge that was a little too far for us to approach, let alone cross, at that stage of our sexual educations. Me and My Girls Ch. 02 A (slight) change of direction. Before reading this it's highly recommended that you read the earlier parts. As I publish these accounts of my experiences with other women on a roughly weekly basis I'll be posting new photos showing what I was like at the time of the latest episode. * * * * * I never finished university. It wasn't to do with not being good at the work for I was scheduled to get a good degree. No it was the stultifyingly childishness of the whole thing. I just became disillusioned with further studying and after much rowing with my parents I left half way through my second year and got a job as a copywriter in an ad agency. If I'm truthful it was also to do with sex for I was becoming very sexually aware and the "boys" at uni. did just not seem mature enough for me and so I needed pastures new. After my "fun" with the girls there I didn't have any other girly experiences at college. In fact I had very little girly fun at all for almost a couple of years I suppose. Sure like many sexually maturing girls I had a couple of snogs but nothing serious or really meaningful happened until I was well established in the ad industry. And then in, probably a six month period so many events did happen. Events that have come to change my life I suppose. Three were involved with women and one a man. The man that became my husband and who turned me completely off any form of women involvement for years. As you will read later though he was also the man that brought women back into my life sexually and could well be the reason why now I am probably as equally inclined towards my own sex than his. But I have to back up a bit. What happened with Susie really was a big shock for me. It brought home to me that the feelings I'd had when messing around with the other girls were more than just fun. Yes the intensity of the feelings I experienced when Susie and I made love in Scotland, and on two or three more occasions, were so powerful that I did doubt my sexuality for a while. I was worried and concerned that I was becoming lesbian and really for a while I couldn't understand myself at all. I had a few flings with guys I met but, in the main they were not that satisfying and, whilst by no means could I say that I hated sex with them, it did lack the passion and intensity of what I'd experienced with Susie. So I was young, footloose and fancy free with a good, well-paid job in a big ad agency. It was fun, it was the late eighties, and I was attractive and had a great time. Yes I was fairly promiscuous but then that's how things were then especially in that sort of industry. I went to loads of trendy parties and for a few years was something of a good time girl. I guess I must have been just over twenty one when the next girly thing happened. I was working closely with a girl called Sharon who, if I was a bit of a good time girl, then she was the ultimate. Always at parties she had a string of men and seemed to have so much sex that I wondered how she kept up with it all. Although quite attractive with long dark hair she really was quite a big girl being around 5 feet nine tall and probably a dress size 14. She was large all round but, having said that, her figure was in proportion to her size especially her breasts that were simply huge, probably at least a 38D cup. At that time I was quite slim and my boobs fitted very comfortably into a 34 B bra. It was only later after having had my daughter that they swelled up to their present 35 D or at some times DD. Anyway we had both taken a bit of a fancy to one of the creative directors who had just joined the agency. On Sharon's birthday he asked her out to lunch and at around 3.30 I got a phone call from her asking me to cover up for her during the afternoon. "Tom's asked me to go to a hotel." She told me adding, "So I'll be pretty busy for the next couple of hours as I'm going to fuck his brains out." Although a little disappointed that it was her with him rather than me I didn't really mind and said that of course I'd cover for her. It must have been two hours or so later that she rang again. "Why not pop over for a drink?" she suggested. I of course said no at first but she insisted and said. "Come straight up to room 1608, Tom is awfully keen on you." I almost didn't go but I was curious about what might happen for Sharon had on occasions made remarks that could have been taken to imply that she had been with women as well as men. I had responded to those in the way that girls do but neither of us had said anything that could have confirmed the others a suspicion, that is assuming she had any. "Hi," Tom said after he opened the door to my knock. Clad just in a towel around his waist he smiled and said, "Come and join the party." Sharon was in the bed that was very rumpled and well used and was covered in a sheet that made it quite obvious she was naked. Oddly the atmosphere for some time was not that sexually charged for we sat around had a few drinks and just chatted about agency life and our colleagues there. Just as I was beginning to think that maybe that was all that both of them wanted and as I was thinking about bidding my farewells Sharon moved around in the bed a couple of times causing the sheet to fall from her breasts confirming that she was indeed naked and that her boobs really were enormous. Whether she did that on purpose and whether, maybe, she caught me looking at them I don't know but on the second or third occasion she didn't pull it back over her. As she sat straight up, the sheet around her hips and held her glass out for Tom to fill with wine, she smiled at both of us and said. "What the hell, we're all friends here aren't we?" Tom was sitting in a chair at the end of the bed and I was perched on the side of it as that remark and her sitting there completely bare breasted suddenly made the atmosphere very highly sexually charged. "Well Tom, a little more than friends now aren't we?" she smiled. He nodded and also smiled looking at me as Sharon continued. "Well two of are, just Tom and me Mandy." I didn't know what to say so I took a gulp of wine to cover up but then heard her continuing. "Pity we all aren't isn't it?" as she stared straight into my eyes. Tom chimed in. "Yes a great pity." Sharon didn't take her eyes from mine for one second as she said quietly and a little croakily some of the most erotically arousing words that had until then ever been said to me. "Come on Mandy why don't you take your clothes off?" That phrase crashed into my mind and has stayed with me ever since. It just seemed so bloody inviting and so appropriately arousing. I was a little drunk I suppose but that aside it was, I realised, what I wanted to do. They both looked at me waiting for my reaction and I think I may actually have milked that for a moment or two as, surprisingly calmly, I sat there and finished the half a glass of wine in one gulp looking from one to the other as I did so. I was wearing a long, loose blue dress of the kind that was quite fashionable at the time. It was cut lowish at the top and fell almost straight down from the tips of my boobs to end half way between my knees and ankles. Standing, I looked from one to other as a courage I never thought I had took me over. I took hold of the skirt of the dress and in one slow, sweeping movement lifted it up and over my head. As I did I heard Tom say quietly. "Oh fucking hell." I knew what he and Sharon would be seeing for I was wearing just a bra and miniscule bikini panties both in a matching blue lace. "Oh yes Mandy," he said as Sharon murmured, "yes that's my girl." It was slightly uncomfortable for a moment or two but then Tom came up to me saying, "You look great Amanda and you know that I have always fancied you don't you?" as he ran his fingertips across my cheek. Sharon as always the wit and quite noisy said. "Well for Christ's sake kiss her then." He did then and it was lovely. His very evident erection pressing into the softness of my flat, and then unaffected by childbirth, tummy he gradually pushed me backwards until my legs were against the bed and then eased me down onto that right next to Sharon who had now given up any pretext of covering herself with the sheet. Tom and I were now kissing fairly avidly with our hands naturally roaming over the others body and I found this so exciting, largely I think, because Sharon was there as well. Tom rolled me over so that I was on my side and as he kissed me deeply again and I felt my bra being undone and realised that it was Sharon doing it. As I broke the kiss I looked at her and, smiling and raising an eyebrow as if asking was that Ok, she ran the back of her fingernail right across the tip of my nipple. She must have seen the look of excitement on my face for her touch sent a complete explosion of feelings through me and I'm sure that my body must have jerked. But Tom was now wanting more and was pulling me on top of him kissing and caressing me as the towel slipped from around him. It was such an enormous combination of powerful feelings to have a man kissing and caressing me as a woman took the waistband of my panties in her hands and slid the flimsy garment over my bum and down my legs. Now naked I realised that Tom would fuck me but that Sharon would be there and my mind could hardly take in the thrilling scene that presented. Rolling me onto my side facing away from him he lifted my leg and pressed his erection between my thighs and right against the lips of my pussy. Sharon placed herself beside me her face close to mine her hands cupping my breasts. Just as Tom entered me so she kissed me. As he started surging in and out of me so she licked and chewed my nipples. As he thrust up and down inside me so her hands flittered over my body eventually finding my clitoris. And as he started on those longer slower thrusts that signify his imminent climax so she rubbed that piece of delicious gristle, kissed me and stroked my breasts. I was, I have to admit, a very willing participant to this and was kissing her back and touching her truly awesome breasts that felt so lovely and soft. I had hands everywhere and at times I couldn't tell which of them was doing what to my body. All I was aware of was that I had Tom buried deep in me and Sharon was loving me from the outside and those thoughts were in my mind as I orgasmed with a power that I had rarely if ever experienced before just as Tom exploded into the condom that he had thoughtfully put on. We fell apart into a heap on the bed Sharon and Tom still touching me as he deflated and just lay there alone. But Sharon wasn't finished and if I'm truthful I wasn't either but we had another drink and smiling at each other agreed that it had been marvellous. They then told me that they had actually had a bet about me and that slightly infuriated me for a moment or two before they explained. Tom had told Sharon that he really did fancy me and the bet was that Sharon could get me to come over and join in, Tom had said that he thought I wouldn't. "So I lost," he smiled adding, "and boy am I pleased to do so." As he got up to go to the bathroom Sharon rolled her fulsome body closer to mine and holding my face in here hands whispered softly, "and boy am I pleased as well," as we kissed. "I guessed that you would be up for it Mand," she murmured stroking my breast and pushing hers against me. "How?" I asked. She explained that it was just by the way that I looked interested when she'd dropped hints of having been with other women, adding, "after a time you just get to know a like-minded woman dear." We embraced fully then our bodies grinding against each other, our mouths firmly clamped and our hands investigating the others flesh. Somewhere in the background I heard Tom moving around and then felt his weight on the bed but I was too into Sharon to really care. It just seemed so right to now make love to her and the fact that it would be in front of a man, and particularly one with whom I'd just made love, made it even more exciting. And that's exactly what we did. Again, as with Susie, it didn't involve any real oral love but we both made each other cum by using our fingers as Tom looked on presumably becoming erect again by what he saw. He then joined us and we made love to him. We made love with our hands and fingers our lips, mouth and tongues. And as we did so we made love together again. Feeling the rather hairy harshness of his legs, tummy or chest with one hand and the softness of Sharon with the other or the alternating differences of his erection on my lips to her breasts were really quite amazing feelings and made me happy that I could gain my sexual pleasure from two such different feeling sources. And it was an incredible sensation to be holding a man's penis that had so recently cum inside me and to be easing that inside another woman who had also just given me an orgasm. As Sharon sat astride Tom and fucked him so I kissed and caressed her breasts and rubbed her clitoris while both of their pairs of hands were all over my body. As we all neared a magnificently mutual climax I had no idea whose hands were in me or whose lips were around my nipples. All I did know was that the wonderful intimacy of the three of us created an explosion in us that was truly fantastic. I was beginning to realise now that my attraction to other women was stronger than I'd earlier believed. I had many a sleepness night agonising over whether this meant I was now, or would in the future become, a lesbian. Time and several more experiences with other women provided me with the answers to that. And those I'll explain in the future episodes of Me and My Girls. Me and My Girls Ch. 03 Getting serious, it's big girls stuff now! Before reading this it's highly recommended that you read the earlier parts. We did it with Tom two or three more times, and each time it just got better and better. The odd thing about it was that, although Sharon and I had very enthusiastic and uninhibited sex together with Tom present we never actually did it on our own. On a couple of occasions we did try but somehow we ended up giggling and that took all of the intimacy and sexiness out of it. A few months later Tom got promoted to another office and then Sharon left and although we kept in touch for a while our lives drifted apart and I don't think I've seen her since those heady days. Tom did ask me on a date a couple of times but rather spoiled it by adding, "and you can bring another girl as well if you like!" Working in the center of London in a trendy advertising agency I met loads of people from the theatre and the arts worlds as well as advertising and I was running with a fairly racy and very liberal bunch of people. There was plenty of booze and drugs around but I was very careful with both and hardly ever took anything other than a little speed. My involvement with women went on hold again as, I suppose, I honed my sexual skills with men. Whilst it seemed as though I was very prolific I only had sex with half a dozen or so men during those crazy two years after leaving university and taking up with Kevin who eventually became my husband. I met Marcia on a shoot for a commercial where I was a junior copywriter. She was the assistant producer, a very powerful person on a shoot. She was also known to be one of the best in London and was quite famous in the ad agency at the time. She was in her mid thirties at least. Very slim, and just about my height with an almost boy like figure she had jet black hair and very dark, mysterious eyes. She was very powerful and authoritative around the shoot hurling as much abuse at the senior art directors as she did at the cameramen when they screwed things up. We were filming in Scotland just outside Perth and were staying on a hunting and fishing complex that had a number of lodges scattered around a central reception, bar and restaurant. Each cabin was quite luxurious some being one bedroomed and others two or three. We had just about finished and were having a sort of wrap party in the bar of the complex on the last night of shooting even though I as the junior and Marcia in her role were staying on for most of the next day to tidy things up. The rest of the crew and agency people were leaving early the next day to get back to London. Hence it was a rather lack-lustre party for most just wanted to get to bed early and set off home. Before that, though, we all had dinner together and I found myself next to Marcia who, obviously I knew, but hadn't chatted to her much up until then. At the dinner she was very attentive asking me loads of questions about my job and career aspirations, about why I'd left uni., about the agency and boy friends. She was surprisingly easy to talk to and I found myself a little in awe of her and the fact that such a senior person in the industry was bothering with a young, junior copywriter like me. I drank quite a bit as I thought everyone had and was laughing and joking at her witty and rather sacrilegious views on the ad industry. She told me about her production company and how that had enabled her to have a house in Hampstead and an apartment in Marbella, to drive a Porsche and to have a boat. I had heard rumours of her possible lesbian tendencies so when her attention became a little closer than with a straight woman I was not only not scared but really was quite flattered by it. So when she rested her fingertips on my wrist a couple of times or placed her hand on my shoulder to emphasise points I didn't flinch or move away. I may even, I suppose, have looked her in the eyes as she made those gestures. I didn't know for sure that they were attempts to check me out for they were only fleeting moments so I just ignored them and did nothing to overtly indicate whether I would be interested or not. In any case, I thought, she probably wouldn't be interested in a kid like me and in all probability the touches were her just her being a bit lovey as many in the film industry are. But when she leaned back and let her hand fall on the seat of my chair so that it brushed against my bottom I wasn't quite so sure. Dinner broke up and we all adjourned to the very small bar. I was in a corner at the end of the bar sitting on a bar stool when Marcia and most of the film crew came in making the bar even more crowded. She stood at the bar and bought everyone drinks edging a little closer to me as people picked theirs up. When the serving was finished she stood half in front of me leaning back against the bar her body shielding my legs from the others view. I was wearing a rather short skirt and that had ridden well up my thighs so quite a lot of my legs were on view. Everyone was talking and laughing and having a roaring time when I felt something on my knee. I looked down and saw her hand moving away. Another accident or an overt gesture, I wondered still not sure? It happened again a few minutes later and then a third time. What she was doing was seemingly accidentally just letting her hand fall down so that if we wanted it could be seen as an inadvertent gesture. A mistake I suppose. But what I felt was becoming clear was that they were not mistakes. Especially when on the fourth time the back of her hand ran all the way up my leg from the knee to the bottom of the skirt. A little panicky I looked around to make sure no one could see but was reassured on that for Marcia had, if anything, moved more round in front of me blocking my legs completely from anyone's view. Still though she was acting if nothing was happening, turning from chatting to me stuck in the corner and other members of the crew across the bar separating what she was doing to me from them. Still, though, there was nothing too overt and I realised that she was still making sure that there was a way out without her losing face for now she had both her hands wrapped around her wine glass and was asking me about my next shoot as if nothing at all was happening. But then as a group of the crew burst into loud laughter at probably some really filthy joke she turned to look at them so that her back was towards me. I watched her hand once more slip down and behind her. This time it did not brush my bare leg. This time it was not a quick or surreptitious movement. No this time I watched as the perfectly manicured nails stretched over the fleshy part of my leg just above my knee and saw the fingers encircle it. They lingered there squeezing gently. There was no way that this could be anything other than a very obvious caress. A suggestive gesture. An invitation to me. I didn't know what to do. I was excited and flattered at her attention. I was, though, slightly alarmed and concerned. This was clearly big girl's stuff. It was beyond the messing around with the girls at college and well beyond what Sharon and I had done. It was also with someone that had the reputation of being a lesbian and I didn't look at myself as having such tendencies. No my messing around had been part of growing up hadn't it? Many girls I knew or read about in Cosmo had done similar things to me and they weren't lesbian. But hints and gossip intimated that the woman whose hand was on my leg was just that. I was also a little confused by the drink and the party atmosphere. Confused for sure but also somewhat excited and I have to admit aroused I suppose. Sitting there on that stool my skirt above mid thigh looking down and seeing Marcia's fingers, almost idly now, gently touching my bare leg some four or five inches above my knee I just didn't know how to react. I didn't know what I wanted to happen or what I thought might happen. My heart was beating and my mid was racing as I simply stared at that hand and those tempting, suggestive fingers on my leg. I could move and I guess no face would be lost. I could slip, off the stool, go to the loo, join another group or move away so that I would show I wasn't interested. Or I could, perhaps, place my hand on hers showing that I was interested, maybe press my leg more firmly or even touch her back to show that I was receptive to her. In the end I took the line of least resistance. I did nothing. Nothing to encourage or deter her. I in fact put the ball firmly back in her court, or so I thought. Marcia was though too experienced to be put off or discouraged by such a simple gesture. No she'd been here before I reckoned. She knew what to do. She must have recognised something in me, some signs or signals. She must have known that she'd primed me. Built me up perfectly. Aroused my interest and reduced my resistance. She immediately recognised the signal I was transmitting about events now being back in her court. And she was able, ready and so eager to return them right back in mine. After a moment or two instead of just removing her hand she slid it up my legs briefly letting her fingers go under the hem of my skirt and giving the inside of my thigh a little squeeze. Turning she stared right into my eyes with a look of relief, pleasure and assurance on her face. She knew that she had got me. The party started breaking up shortly after that and after the usual rather exaggerated kisses and hugs there was only four or five of us left with Marcia and me at the bar the others round the fire in easy chairs. I was hellishly nervous as she came up close to me and gave me another drink. She smiled at me very confidently and said lightly. "Your place or mine Amanda?" I stammered out that I didn't know and she said. "Why don't you make your goodbyes now and wait in your cabin for me? I'll only be twenty minutes or so." Almost transfixed with the situation and the awe I suppose of such a rich, famous and glamorous woman wanting me I did as she said. In the room, though, the nerves really set in and I didn't know what to do. Should I shower perhaps or maybe undress and get into bed? I couldn't do that, though, because it would mean leaving the door open. Maybe I should take my outer clothes off and slip into a robe but then I thought that was a little false so perhaps naked under it. But that seemed to me to be a little too much and might make me appear too eager and too easy. Possibly I should have a bath and greet her wrapped in a towel my hair still wet but that seemed just silly. So instead I settled for a quick wash and a change of knickers and waited. Time seemed to drag so much but looking at my watch I saw that I'd been there only ten minutes. I wandered around the bedroom and the small lounge wondering what the hell this would bring and my thoughts of course went to the times with Susie and Sharon. But this promised to be so different. Both of those were really just girly things and in their own ways had just happened. This, though, I recognised was proper grown up woman's stuff. I was playing with the big girls. I had been picked up so relatively easily by her and was now waiting expectantly for her to come to my bedroom and make love to me. And I wanted that, just that. My body and emotions that she had been toying with all evening were now attuned to her and what would happen. But after half an hour she still wasn't there and I started to think perhaps I had got it all wrong. But I couldn't have, could I? She had clearly told me to wait for her. Surely I wasn't drunk and had imagined it or had got the message wrong. No, the touches at the dinner table. The almost caress like placing of her fingertips on my wrist, my shoulder and my bottom. The holding of my gaze just that little longer than was necessary and of course the overtly sexual way that she had slid her fingertips up the inside of my thigh flattened against the chair and beneath the hem of my skirt all told me that there was no mistake. But time drifted on until I had been there almost forty five minutes and still no visit or even a phone call. I was just about to give up and go to bed when I heard the light tap on the door. "Fucking room service," she snarled holding up two bottles of champagne and glasses, "could die waiting for them." She marched in as if it were her own room and stood by a table putting the champagne down on that as she gabbled on telling me that she just couldn't get rid of one of the art directors. "Sorry luv but I could hardly say that I had to hurry to get to Amanda's room for she's waiting there for me could I?" I laughed and said. "No I suppose you couldn't." She had changed from the brown, leather trousers and bright yellow shirt of earlier and was now wearing a full length, quite tight, black dress. Her hair was rather more slicked back than usual and she was wearing a very pale foundation on her face making it look almost translucent in the dim lighting I had arranged in each of the rooms. "So Amanda," she said so confidently, "were you thinking that I might not come to you?" I admitted that it had crossed my mind and I let slip that I was just about to give up and go to bed. With a very assured smile on her face and her eyes glinting she said. "Actually my dear that might have been a very good idea for I wouldn't have had to undress you then would I? You would have been wonderfully naked for me wouldn't you? You would, Amanda, have been absolutely ready for me to make love to you wouldn't you?" Her words crashed into my mind and any minor reservations I had just simply evaporated. Her total assumption that I was so under her spell and her sophisticated assurance and confidence just overwhelmed me. As I heard the words and saw her eyes devouring me I simply melted. I knew at that moment that I was hers to do with as she wished. And it was obvious that she knew it as well for she was playing with me, toying with me. She knew that she had me dangling on the end of a piece of string and I guessed she knew that I had emotionally totally capitulated to her. I was sitting in a low chair my skirt almost up to a level where my panties would be on view and she was standing her bottom wedged against the table leaning back her ankles crossed. It was a pose of such confidence and control that I knew that I was completely out of my depth. I tried to say something about me not being very experienced. Why? I have no idea but she replied. "I couldn't give a fuck Amanda. You have a gorgeous face, a body to die for and legs that go right up to your arse. I want to fuck you so badly that my body hurts." We looked at each other for a moment or two and then she stood up straight her legs apart her hands going behind her neck. Holding my gaze she fumbled for a moment as she went on. "Yes Amanda from the moment I first saw you I have wanted you. From the first time I clapped eyes on you I have wanted to capture you and do the rudest things to you. I have wanted to see you naked and to worship your glorious body. Your magnificent breasts, the flatness of your stomach and the roundness of your arse. I have yearned to see you and feel you and touch you. I have lain awake imagining you in my bed with my face between your legs lapping at that fountain that I just know flows so easily and so fully." I could feel myself being hypnotised by her phrasing and the assurance she had, well maybe it was practice I didn't know, to even think of saying such things to me. But they had exactly the effect I assume she was hoping for because they made me feel so bloody horny and receptive to her that I would have done anything. And as she said those remarkable words so even more incredibly exciting things happened. Her fingers that had been fumbling behind her neck suddenly released her dress that then simply slid down her body. Getting caught momentarily on her nipples that she overcame with a shrug of her body she was suddenly standing before me in just a pair of high heeled shoes and a pair of long, black, self-support stockings. Her body was so slim and had hardly any curves, the only really womanly thing about her being her enormous nipples. Dark and very round they had incredibly large centres that looked just like two acorns jutting out from as small a pair of breasts as it was probably possible to have. But despite that she simply oozed sex. She exuded an earthiness that I had never encountered before and she accompanied that with such a dominating demeanour that I felt totally under her control. And then I saw that she was shaved. I had never seen a woman that was bald in that area and was surprised really at how visible and how violently scarlet were the lips of her vagina. Did it thrill me? Did the sight of her sex excite me? No not the vision but certainly the symbolic intimacy and the fact that she had clearly done that in a calculated way to, presumably, pleasure herself and her lovers most certainly did. She sat on the edge of the bed and looking at me with that slightly superior smile said. "Now Amanda I want you to take your clothes off for me and do that nice and slowly." In any other circumstances I would probably have resisted doing that, even though the last time it had been said by Sharon I readily agreed, I recalled. And this time it was not to flaunt myself to a potential male lover it was to bare myself for what was surely going to be a lesbian lover. That, if anything, made it even more exciting. But it was not just the sexual excitement that made me stand up and obediently undo the buttons on my blouse one by one very slowly. It was the spell she was casting over me. I felt so under her control, so directed by her, so, I suppose, dominated by her. Leaning back her arms behind her supporting her, one knee crossed over the other she appeared to be so relaxed and assured. She must have known the effect she had on girls like me and she played that to the full. Her eyes roaming over me, a little superior sort of smile on her lips she just sat there saying things like. "Yes that's just right, very nice Amanda," or, "mmm lovely breasts my dear," as the blouse fell to the floor and I reached behind me to unclip my bra. "Slow dear, slow," she whispered, "take your time as I am going to when I make such incredible love to you." I knew that she was using the words to totally mesmerize and captivate me but I could do nothing about it. I was most certainly both mesmerized and captivated by her and the aura she had. As I did, slowly, remove my bra trying to do it as I'd seen strippers in films so she continued with her torrent of the most erotic and hypnotizing words and phrases that I had ever heard. As I held the undone bra in front of my breasts for a moment or two and then slowly let it fall to the floor so I heard. "Oh yes my dear, breasts that are so full and firm, breasts that just ache for my touch, breasts that are so soft and just waiting for me." As I dropped my hands from my fully naked breasts so words like. "Amanda you have such beautiful nipples. They are so hard for me. They are just ready for me," poured all over me almost making me shudder with desire. She went on as I started to undo the short zip at the back of my skirt. "Yes Amanda nipples that are just yearning for me to chew and suck them and bite and kiss them." As I started to ease the skirt down the incredible speech continued. "Yes nipples that I will chew on Amanda until I have you screaming for more. You will do that Amanda I promise. I will arouse your body so much that you will beg me for release. You will plead with me to make you cum." My hands were shaking so much at both the words and the sheer assurance this woman had that I could hardly fumble my skirt off but somehow I managed it and slowly let it fall down my legs. And still she kept talking. Me and My Girls Ch. 03 "Yes I will lick and kiss every part of you, every inch of your body, every mound and crevice. Nowhere will escape my dear as I take you to heights of sexual joy you have never experienced." I couldn't escape the words and the more she said so the more mesmerising they became. The more captivated I became. Now in just my panties she went on. "Yes I will adore your breasts, I will ravish your nipples, I will arouse your pussy, I will chew your clitoris and I will worship your arse. I will do that and more to you Amanda until you beg me to release you, so that you can cum like you've never cum before." "No leave them on," she said rather sharply as I slid my hands into the waistband of the bikini pants that were fashionable at the time. "Leave them on, for when I start to fuck you I want to see you in those gorgeous little knickers and I want to take them off so I can stare at your cunt as they come away." Even the turn towards the cruder language, that I don't usually like, did not have an adverse effect. In some ways it just made her hold over me stronger and I felt my body quivering as, firstly, she blatantly ran her hand over her breasts, then pinched both of her nipples and then touched herself between her legs that she uncrossed slowly just as Sharon Stone was to do in a film some years later. I watched in a trance-like stillness as Marcia stood and walked towards me. She had that almost arrogant stride of a ballet dancer but she wasn't wearing those flat shoes, no hers were black patent high heeled stilettos. I assumed that she was going to take me in her arms and kiss me but no she walked behind me. And then I felt her slim body against my back and her hands reaching around me and cupping my breasts. She squeezed them and pinched my nipples quite fiercely as she ground herself against me. It was enjoyable yet slightly weird for I really felt that I wanted to be cuddled and coaxed into sex. But that was clearly not Marcia's style. No she was doing exactly as she pleased precisely what gave her pleasure and that seemed to be using me as her plaything. I was helpless held like that but cannot say I was not excited for I was, enormously. The feeling of her body against my back, her mound on my bottom and her hands on my breasts was so powerful and so different to what I'd experienced with the girls and with Susie and Sharon. With them it had been mutual. Each of us finding our way in giving and receiving pleasure from another woman. Now though Marcia was taking what she wanted from me and taking for granted that I would give that. She was, though, absolutely correct for the helplessness I felt imprisoned in her arms, the way that she was dominating me with no real consideration for my feelings and the exquisite excitement she was creating in me all combined to make me feel, at one point, as if I would faint. She pushed me towards the writing desk across the room and made me lean forward so that I had to support myself by holding onto the desk with my hands. I was half bent over at the waist. She took hold of me at the fleshy part of my hips her fingernails digging into the softness and then ground herself against the base of my spine. She started to simulate the movements a man would make were he penetrating me from the rear. It felt as though she was actually fucking me. As though it was a man up me. But of course she wasn't even in me but the sensations I got from her bare, shaven crotch on my bottom were so similar that I started grinding myself back against her. I didn't quite cum but I was so near and I so wanted her to give and take more from me. I felt her stop and her body lay on mine her hands once more cradling my breasts. She was wrapped around me her small breasts pressing on my back the fronts of her nylon covered legs against the backs of my naked ones. One of them slid between mine and she pressed upwards forcing my legs apart, quite wide. I felt her slithering down me, her hands once more gripping, this time even more tightly, the womanly excess on my hips. She was kneeling behind me her face level with my bottom. She forced my legs even wider apart and I felt her tongue just above the low waist band of my panties as one of her hands ran up the inside of my spreaded thighs and pressed hard against the gusset that was now inevitably absolutely soaked. Her tongue and lips were now moving all over my panties biting, kissing and licking as they moved ever closer to the crease in my bottom. Almost, no actually totally, unceremoniously I felt her thrust the lace to one side so that the two cheeks which, due to my legs being so widely open, were stretched apart. And then her tongue was on me. There was little hesitation or foreplay with her. No she had decided that she was going to lick my arse and that is exactly what she did. No one but no one had ever done that before. Yes a couple of guys had touched me there with their fingers, but at that stage of my sexual education, it still struck me as something of a taboo place. Taboo it may have been but in the state of heightened arousal and the sheer control she had over me it was also a place of untapped sensation, thrills and excitement. Her tongue probed against the restraining muscle and may well have gone some way into me as her hand stroked and rubbed all round my lips and on my clitoris. I was totally gone and low moans, and deep sighs and grunts were coming from my mouth as an almighty explosion erupted inside me. "I'm cumming from having my arse licked," one side of my mind told me as the other said just enjoy it. I felt my legs giving way and I sunk to my knees but Marcia held onto me so all that meant was that I was now on all fours my bottom in the air. I felt her grip the panties then I heard the tearing sound as she ripped them off me baring all of my most womanly places to her. It seemed so wonderfully rude and abandonedly wanton to have my knickers torn from me so that my lesbian lover could more easily get her tongue up my cunt and it just served to thrill and excite me even more. And still she didn't stop. Laying slightly on one side on the floor of the room my head pressed against the leg of the table my legs wide open and the shreds of my panties still around one thigh her face went directly between my legs. Again there was no preamble, no asking permission. No, everything was taken for granted. She assumed I would not demur and she was right. I couldn't have had I wanted to for she had so inflamed my body and had taken such a strong control of my emotions that I was hers to do anything with that she wanted. It was the first time a woman's tongue had touched me there and, to be truthful, was only the second or maybe third one of any gender. I was in a sort of manic heaven. I didn't know what was happening to me or really just what she was doing to me. Kneeling over me, her mouth on my clitoris and vagina, her hands and fingers between my legs and all over my bum, I had the most extreme sensations roaring through me from so many sources. I did realise though that a finger had slid into my anus but, as that was accompanied by two, three or even four in my vagina and her mouth on my clitoris the pain, if there was any, and the significance of me losing my anal virginity were lost in the cacophony of all those other sensations. I knew now that I was different to many of my female friends. I knew that my sexuality was at best suspect. I knew that I was becoming at least as attracted to women as I was to men. But having said that I still enjoyed men. I still wanted them and the aspects of sex that only a man can provide. However, Marcia had such an affect on me that at times I was convinced that I was lesbian. She had so consumed me that evening that over the next few days I could think of little else other than what she'd done to me and the feelings and sensations I'd experienced. And those we'll savour together when we together go on the next stage of this expedition into my sexuality. Me and My Girls Ch. 04 Captivated Before reading this it's highly recommended that you read the earlier parts I took the phone call a few days later. It was a Jean calling from Marcia Clement's office. "Marcia would like you to have dinner with her at her home tomorrow night at eight," Jean said adding, "she'll send a car to pick you up from the agency at 7.30, you can change there if you need to. OK?" I stammered a yes even though the plummy, voiced Jean hardly listened and didn't really wait for that. Again the enormous assumptiveness of Marcia and the way that she used her bloody secretary to make the date with me annoyed yet at the same time impressed me. To be truthful it also thrilled me that she wanted to see me again for I'd heard nothing from her after she walked out of my room in Scotland leaving me on the bed totally worn out and sobbing. She was as bright as a button, friendly, charming and gregarious, caring, polite and attentive all the way through the pre-dinner drinks and the lovely salad and pasta meal served by a Philipino girl who was very petite and pretty. Marcia was so different to how she'd been in my room but so similar to how she had been at the previous dinner we'd shared. As we sipped brandy from big crystal snifters she asked if I'd enjoyed the last time and I nodded that I had. She took a big swig, put the glass down and then said quite firmly. "Good, I'm pleased because I want to have you again. Tonight, now." The change in her was amazing and this authoritative manner sent a shudder through me. Was it of fright, anticipation or pleasure? I didn't know but immediately she started that way I felt my will dissolving and myself coming under her control. "I want you to go upstairs to the first bedroom on the right, get undressed and lay on your front in the middle of the bed," she said without batting an eyelid. I didn't move so she went on, "and I mean Amanda, do it now." I was powerless to refuse and meekly I got up and went up the stairs. It wasn't a large room, but then this was incredibly expensive Hampstead, but it was beautifully furnished in Victorian style which, actually, I don't really like. The bed was covered in a deep crimson throw and was one of those old fashioned jobs with huge sturdy looking bed heads and footings. The walls were dark and there were a couple of chairs, a stand alone wardrobe and a dressing table all in a dark wood, mahogany I guessed. Out of her presence I couldn't hardly believe I was actually taking my clothes off and doing what she had ordered but when I heard footsteps on the stairs I hurriedly laid down on my front as she had told me. I was somewhat frightened of her and as I said earlier very much in awe of her as well. I became captivated by Marcia very quickly. The truth probably is that she captured me that night. Needless to say I had never been treated like that before. No one had treated me with that combination of worship over my physical being but an almost total disdain for my emotions. Nobody had so taken control and applied such a dominance on me. I had never been treated with such disdain, so much matter of factness, almost to the point of being abused and degraded. But in a way of which I had absolutely no comprehension that, maybe, was the magnet. I was certainly drawn to it as powerfully as an unlike pole is drawn to a like one. I looked up as she came into the room carrying two glasses of wine. Handing one to me she sat on the bed in a long, bright red, silk robe she'd changed into and smiling asked, gently how I was. She softly ran her fingers up and down my spine and over my shoulder muttering how beautiful I was and what a lovely body I had. She could not have been softer or more gentle or more caring and tender as she kissed me and then started caressing me. Slowly and so expertly, I could now acknowledge, she built up the desire and tension in me until I was literally panting and sighing. She was so different to last time, kissing and gently stroking me making me feel wonderful, so desired and so female. She kissed my breasts, caressed me all over using her fingers and hands so expertly on my pussy and bottom and nipples. Opening her robe she pressed her nipples to my mouth making low growling noises as I sucked and chewed on them. Pushing me onto my back she knelt beside me as she continued stroking me softly and tenderly building me up further and further. Smiling and grinning at me encouragingly and tenderly I could hardly believe it was the same person as before. She leaned forward so that she could chew my nipples and slid her knee between my thighs pushing them open a little. Slowly as she orally loved my breasts she pushed her knee upwards until the part just above it pressed right against my pussy. It felt wonderful for my whole body was tingling with sexual expectancy. She pressed it harder and I felt myself pressing back. She kissed me and used her hands on my breasts pinching my nipples with just the right amount of pressure to fill me even more, if that was possible, with the need for sexual relief. Her knee pressed harder against me and I felt my thighs involuntarily squeezing it. I squeezed it harder and harder and she pushed more firmly. I squirmed against it and she began to fuck me with it. Or was it me fucking myself, or me fucking her leg. I didn't know and it didn't matter for I was getting exactly what I wanted and that was for this amazing woman to fuck me any way she wanted. I orgasmed very heavily and put my arms out for her to cuddle me but even as I was in the early intense, throes of that climax she got off the bed and walked out of the room. I could hardly believe it for the pangs of my orgasm were still bursting through my body and the woman who had caused that and with whom I wanted to share it had left me. I lay there my hands between my own legs finishing myself off my body racked with the sensations of the orgasm and with the deep sobs that I couldn't prevent. She just left me there for ages and I didn't know what to do. "Surely she's going to come back," I thought. But as time wore on I began to doubt it and started to get dressed. I wandered down the stairs and could see no one or hear anything so I let myself out and went home alone. This was the crazy thing about Marcia, the surprises she sprung on me. One moment loving and tender the next ruthless and uncaring. Most people would have thought after that demeaning experience with her that I would not have wanted anything more to do with her. I thought that at first but about ten days later, prissy mouth Jean called again and said that Marcia wanted me to have dinner with her at Le Caprice, one of London's smartest restaurants. I was determined to say no, but like a little lamb I didn't and agreed that I would meet her there at nine the next evening. Again she could not have been more wonderful or considerate company and she introduced me to several minor celebs in TV and films calling me her "special friend." I was a little embarrassed for they must have known she was lesbian and that by association I must be as well but I could do nothing about it and just enjoyed the glitzy evening in the company of the rather trendy group of people. In the chauffeur driven car she immediately and without saying anything to the driver put the interconnecting, darkened window up and taking me in her arms kissed me deeply and very passionately. Typically though she didn't seek my agreement just as she hadn't about me going back to her place. It was just all assumed. She knew that she had a power over me and she exploited that to the full by suddenly getting the bill, telling a waiter to call up the car and bundling me out of the restaurant and into the back of it. Her hands were everywhere and her tongue was probing down my throat. "Just look at them," she said nodding at the people standing on the pavement just a foot or two from us, "wouldn't some of them pay big money to be able to see in here? Shame that it's all blacked out though so they won't be able to see your tits when I get them out will they?" I was shocked that she would even think of such a thing but again the control she seemed to have over me together with the, what I had to admit was, exciting idea of not being seen but being in her arms, got to me. As we kissed so her hands undid my top. She pulled it apart and after fondling them for a while lifted my breasts from my bra. She sat me up straight in the middle of the large back seat and chewed my nipples. "Put your hands behind your head and sit up straight," she ordered and I did. She licked and chewed them as she slowly rolled my skirt up until it was bunched around my waist and I sat there in my panties and self support stockings and with my boobs freed from my bra. I have to admit that when we stopped and people tried to look in I did get a surge of excitement at being like that so nearly in public. As we wound our way through the heavy traffic in Camden High Street so Marcia urged me to kneel on the seat facing her. "Now play with those titties of yours," she said as her hand went between my legs and began fondling me. It didn't take long, but then it never did when I was with her, for the pleasures of my orgasm to start and I climaxed just as we went slowly by a bus queue near the tube station. As the feelings rushed through me so I looked out of the one-way window feeling strangely excited at doing what I was with so many total strangers so close by but knowing they couldn't see me. The feeling I got when two young guys stared straight at me and smiled and pointed were awful. I threw myself onto the seat pulling my clothes back around me as Marcia laughed. I asked how she could do such a thing to me but she didn't reply and simply sat there staring out the window in silence ignoring me as if I was nothing. At her house she changed again and apologised profusely saying that it had just been a joke and begged me to forgive her as she gently massaged my shoulders and ran her hands through my hair that she knew I so liked. "Come to bed with me Amanda, let me make that wonderful love to you," she cooed in my ear her hands finding my breast and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. As usual I was powerless to resist her and quickly we were both naked in her bed. She was so gentle and loving, kind and considerate as we kissed and caressed each other. She licked all over my body and gave me a lovely orgasm with her tongue on my clitoris. She brought wine to the bed and I lay in her arms recovering from my climax feeling warm and contented, wanted and loved by her. Inevitably it had to happen. It was a natural next step, the last bridge for me to cross. I slowly started slithering down her body. I wanted to give her all I could, do to her everything I could and provide her with the ultimate pleasure another woman can. My first taste of another woman was fine. I didn't feel dirty and it didn't feel out of place. It came very naturally I suppose. I knew what I liked and guessed that's what she would like as well. Doing all those things with my lips and tongue as my hands stroked her legs that were wrapped round my head, the most amazing thing was the realisation of the affect of what I was doing on her. To hear her panting and moaning, to feel her body stiffen and her hands grab my hair. To listen to the grunts and animal like growls and to feel her pussy pressing back against my mouth. And to realise that it was me bringing about this change in her and providing her with so much pleasure and excitement thrilled me. We slept together for the entire night for the first time. During that and the next morning when we again made wonderfully tender and absolutely satisfying love, she was so kind and comforting to me that I of course forgave her for the trick she'd played even going so far as to say that in retrospective I now found what she had caused me to do exciting. "Not," I smiled, "that I want to give a repeat performance." "But you would if I asked wouldn't you?" I looked at the hard look on her face but maintained my spirit and said, "No I wouldn't Marcia and I hope that you would never ask me to." She flew into a rage at that and started screaming that I should want to do anything she asked of me. She went on and on of how ungrateful I was for she had taught me all I knew and that she'd given me so many untold pleasures and brought such excitement to my "pathetic copywriter's life." I began to cry and felt very frightened by this amazing mood swing but she simply ignored me and told me to "fuck off to work , the tube station's just around the corner." I was determined to end it with her. I was very aware that I was into the lesbian scene with her to far too dominating a level and that I was in over my head. Since Scotland with her I hadn't been with a man and that was starting to worry me. Although I had been fairly relaxed at playing around with Susie and Sharon, this was a far more intense experience and I felt that perhaps she was leading me down a path that would lead to me becoming lesbian. In any case I didn't hear from her for a week or so and just as I thought that I was free of her a massive bouquet of red roses turned up at the flat I shared with my cousin. A similar bunch was waiting for me at work both with just the letter M on the card. A courier arrived at the office with a large parcel for me and inside I found a pair of leather boots from Gucci. At home that evening there was another parcel waiting for me. Opening it I found four matching Janet Reger bra and panty sets and two Perla waspies. Again just the letter M. Just as I was going to bed the phone rang. "I am so sorry Amanda, so very, very sorry" Marcia breathed down the phone. The combination of the lovely flowers, the presents and her contrite tone started to get to me and I felt my resolve weakening. "I want to make it up to you," she went on and then explained that she was going to her place in Marbella for a long weekend on Friday and would I go with her. I tried so hard to resist but on Friday afternoon there I was on a plane from Stansted airport bound for Malaga. I got a taxi and gave him the address that Marcia had faxed over and about half an hour later I was being shown by her around her lovely house up on a hill just outside Marbella. She had travelled out earlier and had been by the pool when I arrived so was wearing a just a bikini. Not even mentioning the previous incident she kissed me and immediately started to undress me. Again I became totally submissive to her assured and commanding nature and actions and gave myself fully to her on the couch in her living room. That evening we popped out to a really trendy restaurant, Sinatras, in Porto Banus and watched all the goings on around the quayside with men cruising past the fantastic boats in their array of Ferraris, Porsches and the like before going into a club at around 10.00. She seemed to know lots of people as she did wherever we went and I was introduced to a variety of people ranging from young men of my age up to couples in their sixties. They were very glamorous and interesting and, in a strange way, sexy I suppose. Marcia pulled me onto the dance floor and we moved around to a couple of quite fast numbers before the DJ put on a smoochy slow one. I could hardly believe the way she totally unselfconsciously took me in her arms and danced with me in a manner that could convey nothing other than a sexual or, at least, very intimate relationship between us. I was embarrassed at first but when I saw several more couples dancing as closely as us I got over that and began to feel grateful to her that she wanted to show her friends how close she was to me. I put my arms around her neck and pressed my breasts and tummy against her and loved the feel of her hands stroking my hair and then the touch of her tongue in my ear. She squirmed herself against me and then kissed me full on the lips before running her hands up and down my body. I was losing control. I was so in awe of her again. It was the music, the drinks and the sheer loving intimacy combined with the tender and considerate way she'd treated me all evening that did that. We declined several invitations to go on somewhere and cuddled up like two teenagers in the back of the cab on the twenty minute drive to her house. After another glass of wine she took my hand and led me to the bedroom undoing my short dress on the way and stroking my tummy and bottom as we walked up the marble stairs. Half way up we stopped and kissed deeply my dress coming off and dropping to the floor as we did. At the top of the landing she stood behind me and, undoing my bra and removing it, she threw it over the banisters and onto the floor of the entrance hall below. I undid the zip at the back of her dress and we struggled that off leaving that also on the floor. I gasped when I saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear at all. We kissed and caressed each other on the landing my panties being shoved half way down my thighs as her hand went between my legs. At last we were in her huge airy bedroom and I jumped onto the bed saying. "Come on Marcia make love to me please." And she did. Wonderfully, considerately and completely. And I returned all she did to me with pleasure and affection. Later we went outside and swam nude in the pool and dried each other on big fluffy towels stopping to kiss and touch frequently. Back in the house she made some tea and we drank that and more wine. Marcia slipped on a long, floor-length, flowing silk robe and I put on a tee shirt, beach dress that fitted me quite tightly. I saw that it was past three but I didn't feel tired and just wanted this wonderful evening to go on and on. We sat outside and kissed and caressed. She sat in the corner of a large pool sofa and I laid on it my head on her lap her fingers stroking my hair. It was as romantic a scene as I had ever been in with either a man or a woman and I loved it. My feelings towards her were now far more than just sexual. And it concerned me a little that they were so strong for I was worried just where that might lead. Her hands started roaming over my body and slowly she pulled the hem of the dress up me until it was bunched around my shoulders above my breasts. It felt so abandoned and wonderful lying there with her in the open air as good as naked and, I knew about to made love to. "Just one minute darling," I heard Marcia whisper as she started to get up." "I shall only be a moment or two," she went on leaning over, kissing me and taking hold of both of my wrists. With a smile she said, "and until I get back you can entertain yourself can't you?" pressing my hands right onto my breasts. I smiled as she walked away so pleased that she was being nice to me. I heard her call out a couple of minutes later and saw her on the balcony of the bedroom. "Come on Amanda, it's time for us to make love," she said. I almost ran into the house dropping the tees shirt dress on the floor with the other clothes we'd discarded earlier. Naked I went into the bedroom and saw her standing there sill in the silk robe. I went up to to kiss her but she pushed me off, gently I was pleased to note. "No lie on the bed," she ordered the tone of authority and command once more back in her voice. I did as she asked and laid right in the middle of it. "Now Amanda get hold of those gorgeous titties, " she said sitting on the edge of the bed and letting the robe fall apart at the top, as she started to stroke hers. We looked deeply into each others eyes as we both played with our own breasts in silence. It was a very moving and highly sexual moment as the feelings got to us and our movements became more energetic. Me and My Girls Ch. 04 "Oh yes Amanda, yes," she breathed as she saw me pinch my nipples and pull on them. I wasn't quite sure where this was leading but the sensations of starting to masturbate together were getting to me and I couldn't really have cared. "Lie on your front" she said very huskily "and put your hands between your legs." I happily complied for at that time that was my favourite position for masturbating. I felt rather than saw her join me on the bed and knew that she was to my left the way my face was looking. Her fingers trailed across my bottom sending even more shivers through me particularly as it reminded me of that first time in the cottage in Scotland just three weeks ago. "Are you nearly there Amanda? She asked her finger sliding deliciously along the crease of my bottom. "Mmmm," I replied my eyes closed. I felt her finger pressing on my anus and I wiggled my bottom a little with the pleasure I felt. She held it there and then said, quite firmly. "Open your eyes and look at me now." I did and I nearly jumped out of my skin with surprise. She was kneeling beside me the robe now off. Around her waist there was a black, leather strap and held onto her by that a dildoe. "She's wearing a strap on dildoe," I thought not that I'd ever seen one before. I panicked a little but the finger pressing on the hole of my bottom and her voice that said. "Stay exactly where you are," stopped me from moving. "Now Amanda I really am going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," she said sternly. Looking at the size of the huge, black penis substitute I really was worried. Worried about whether I would be able to accommodate that but also about what seemed a rather deviant idea to me. So far I had been able to reconcile most everything I had done with other women as just fun, a little bi or simply experimenting. But to have a woman fuck me with a strap on dildoe really did strike me as blatant lesbianism. "No Marcia, no please," I begged, "I'm too small and it will hurt me." She totally ignored my plea and instead merely pressed harder on my anus with her finger. She pulled me up onto all fours and turned me so that by looking to one side I could see our refection in the mirror. "I want you to watch as I fuck you Amanda. I want you to see yourself being fucked like a lesbian by a lesbian," she went on half scaring the life out of me half exciting me. "I am going to do just as I want with you for you are my toy aren't you?" I didn't reply. "Aren't you?" she snarled again taking hold of my hips. "Say it Amanda you're my toything, my slave aren't you?" I caught her eye in the mirror and I could not help myself whimpering. "Yes Marcia I am." And right at that moment I believed that I very well might be precisely that. It was, however, an amazing sight in the mirror. Me naked, my head resting on my arms my bottom stuck in the air with my legs partly opened. Marcia kneeling behind me also naked with the monster sized dildoe sticking up from her slim waist and tummy. As it passed through my lips it felt very similar to a man's penis but as it went further and further up me so the rather unyielding hard plastic made it quite a different sensation. And as she kept pushing and pushing so it felt that I would split. I knew that my lips must have been stretched as far as they could be but looking in the mirror I could see that probably no more than half the length of it was up me. "No Marcia," I whined, "no please it is too big for me." Totally ignoring me she continued pushing and pushing until nearly all of it was inside me. Once there she didn't move at all for a while and this enabled me to become adjusted to the intrusion of this massive instrument inside me. And I have to say that the feeling of being so full was not totally unpleasant but that of the almost tearing feeling around my lips was. The actual fuck was overall terrible. I couldn't relax and the tenseness in me made every thrust and movement rather a strain. The feeling of being so full did not compensate for feeling as though she would tear me and the result was that for the first time with a woman I had to half feign my orgasm. I knew that had I not done that she would have gone mad so I gave her what she wanted. My "affair" continued with Marcia after our return from Marbella but not for long. It was perhaps the most tempestuous time ever in my sex life and one where I had the most conflict. That I was sort of captivated by her was obvious. When with her I was half afraid and half in awe of her. My feelings gravitated from enormous affection, particularly when she was gentle and sensitive towards me, to almost hatred when she was bullying, overly demanding and unnecessarily controlling. She was able to raise the most incredible desires and wants in me and she gave me so much intense sexual pleasures that I could almost lose my senses of being and normality when with her. Although I vowed when apart from her that I would not be her puppet when with her she only had to look at me with that haughty stare and dominating manner and I would find myself completely at her beck and call sexually. When she did that I lost any sense of sexual morality and was prepared to go with her on whatever erotic trip she decided. I just didn't seem able to stop myself. And of course all of this time I felt that I was sinking further and further into the world of real lesbianism although I did not feel that was really me. I still did not believe that I had crossed over but considered that I was truly bisexual for occasionally during this mad period I had some involvement with men and gained enough excitement and pleasure from them to keep me thinking that way. But the one thing that I learned from Marcia and what hit home to me from my involvement with her was how affected I was with the dominant approach she had towards me. It was as if I needed her to control and direct me and I was worried at the ironic sort of pleasure and the odd thrills I received when she abused and degraded me. That I wasn't happy about. It was a side of me I didn't know existed and one that did give me concern for I wasn't at all sure how far I would be happy in letting her, or someone else take me down that path. In the couple or three weeks between Marbella and the end of it I saw her several times. Again her approach varied from being loving and considerate, although all the time she was totally in control, and being uncaring and downright horrible. Snotty Jean, as I had come to term, her phoned one Thursday and said that Marcia was giving a small dinner party the next evening and wanted me there. I was to be at her house at eight for eight thirty and was to dress "elegantly tartish," as that was theme of the party. I could almost hear the old cow thinking, "and that shouldn't be hard for you should it?" I asked how many guests were going to be there but Jean refused to tell me. So I arrived by cab wearing a tight red PVC skirt and a very low cut black top. I wore black fishnets and a suspender belt and quite high heeled shoes. With more make up on than normal and with my hair half up and half down so that ringlets fell down by my ears I felt that I had gained the requested look. I was a little surprised to see that there were just two other women there for I'd assumed that it would be a lager party than that. Marcia introduced me to Sammy, a coloured girl who was like an amazon in build. She must have been almost six feet tall and probably a body builder fan for the muscles on her arms and legs that I could see outside the ridiculously short, tight dress she was wearing were so very well-defined. Not unattractive she had Negroid features and a beautifully glistening skin and an almost permanent smile on her face. Clair, the other guest was older, around 40 I guessed, and slimmer. Wearing a black leather jump suit that zipped up her middle from the crotch to her neck she had a rather hard looking face made more so by her thin lips and cold eyes. She had short cropped black hair and looked rather butch. We had a few drinks and then Marcia's houseman served a dinner. I didn't feel that comfortable with the conversation although Marcia's possessive manner towards me and the way that she fairly, tenderly frequently touched my arm and looked at me made me feel good and very wanted. I couldn't quite make out whether Clair and Sammy were an item or not but they clearly knew each and Marcia quite well for there was lots of giggling at what I found incomprehensible in-jokes. Sitting in the small beautifully furnished sitting room after dinner with the lights dimmed sipping wine I did feel a little left out when they talked about other people they all knew and were sort of ignoring me. I suppose I drank a little too much, but then I assume we all did, and was not quite sure I heard Marcia right but I thought she said something like, "As we are all dressed as tarts why don't we act like them?" I looked up and she said to me. "Come on Mandy why don't you start?" I asked what she meant and she said for me to strip off a little. I refused assuming it was some form of joke but the look on her face and the coldness in her voice when she said. "I did ask you to didn't I?" told me she wasn't joking. But I was still not prepared to do that and said no to her. "I'll ask you once more, my dear and think very carefully before answering," was her threatening reply. I felt so demeaned and insulted in front of the others, who looked on with a sort of amused contempt for me, that I almost started to cry but still said no. "Well girls," Marcia smiled to others, "if she won't undress for us we'd better do it ourselves hadn't we?" And that is when my entire infatuation of her disappeared for the three of them did undress me and in effect raped me. It was the most ghastly experience of my life. To be held in the vice like grip of Sammy as Clair pulled my top down and Marcia lifted my skirt up was awful. To have Sammy squeezing my breasts as Clair lifted them out of my bra scared me and to have Marcia tear my panties off as the other two pulled the rest of my clothes off was a terrifying experience. I was being held by Sammy just dressed in my fishnets and high heeled shoes as Marcia said. "Now come on Mandy, relax and let's all enjoy this," as she slipped the low cut gown with slits right up to her thighs off and stood before us in just panties, suspender belt and stockings. Clair also undressed to a waspie and stockings and she began stroking and caressing me. The two of them held me as Sammy stripped completely. Despite the enormity of the situation I could hardly suppress a gasp of surprise at the sheer amazement of her heavily muscled body and at the definition she had. During the next hour or so they did everything to me despite my pleas to them to stop and the tears that were pouring down my face. I had two of them greedily sucking my breasts while the other was between my legs and then one there and the other with their tongue between the cheeks of my bottom. I had a set of fingers up my pussy and one up my anus and then two sets up the front. I guess the most awful and overall most degrading and demeaning aspect to the whole thing, though, was that eventually they did make me cum. I have never seen or heard from Marcia from that day to this. Me and My Girls Ch. 05 Before reading this chapter, that covers a ten year period of my life, it's strongly recommended that you read "And Hubby Watched," "Single Again" and "Those Fucking Years," as well as the previous chapters of this series. They will add important information to my bi activities and give more of an insight into the breakdown of my marriage. There's a very old saying in the advertising industry. "Never fuck a client." Well I did but then I married him. Just after my thing with Marcia I was put onto a new account the agency had won. By most standards it was quite a small account. Just the size for a young, female fresh from leaving university after two years, copywriter to earn her stripes on. I earned more than my stripes, though, for the effort I put into the account. I also earned the client who owned the packaging business for which I was writing the copy. Kevin was some nine years older than me. From the first time I met him at the presentation I was enamoured by him. He was handsome, witty, confident and outgoing yet considerate and caring, very understanding and keen to please. He had that aura about him that many self-made, successful businessmen have. A sort of assuredness that's almost arrogance but not quite. He was seemingly comfortable no matter who he was with. He always had the right word or phrase and was totally comfortable when in the spotlight. We hit it off right away. We developed an easy way of relating to each other and of working together. And we worked together very closely in the early days of the account. So closely that for a while I spoke to him on the phone several times a day as we developed the ad campaign. So close that we had meetings probably every other day. Close so that these meeting started taking place in the late afternoon or early evening either at his offices in Mayfair or at the agency in Covent Garden. And so close that we gradually ended the meetings with a drink or a quick bite to eat. The result, though, was worth the effort for between us we produced some great copy that really worked well for the account when the campaign eventually broke some months later. It also worked well on other levels as well. Just as our working relationship had gradually developed so had the way we related to each other. We became more relaxed. We started to flirt. Jokes and double entendres became the norm. The normal client copywriter handshake when we met or parted became a kiss on the cheek. And that led to one kiss not being on the cheek but on the lips. And that led to his arm not resting against my side but going round me. And that led to us not having a space between our bodies but to mine being pulled tightly against his. And one evening that led to us not going our separate ways after the meeting but to me going back to his flat. And of course that led to me breaking that cardinal rule of advertising, for I did fuck the client. And I fucked him and he fucked me after that first time on a frequent basis. Like nearly every day for a month or so! I fell totally and utterly head over heels in love with him. No ifs or buts, no reservations or concerns. I was gone and gone completely. He was all that I wanted and everything I'd ever dreamed about. And that led to me moving in with him to the consternation at first of my parents. But then as Kevin always could he charmed them and soon they were taking his side in any arguments between us as opposed to mine. We got married and I had Sarah. I thought things would go on being wonderful for ever and for a few years they did. Not only did I never look at anyone else, male or female, but I never even entertained any thoughts in those directions. I was physically and emotionally totally faithful to him and I thought he was to me. And I thought that's how it'll always be. Wrong! I caught him being unfaithful and I thought my world would end. It didn't of course and he talked me into forgiving him. A couple of years later I suspected him again and then a little later I found out that he was for sure. Although we stayed together for Sarah's sake the magic had gone. We did, though, try to save it. We did things that we felt or, more accurately, Kevin persuaded me might, perk things up. Spice up the failing relationship, bring some of the magic back. Things like him taking glamour photos of me, having sex in places where we might get caught and trying out some sexual diversions such a tying up and mild S & M. He also after lengthy cajoling and persuasion got me to make love to another woman while he watched. Jenny was her name and doing that in front of him was the symbolic end of our marriage. The actual end, though didn't come for another year or so. During that time I was sure that he was "at it" again but I didn't have the evidence. The moment I got it though, my courage was raised and I kicked him out. And that very night I made love to a neighbour. I had sex with a woman I'd known for some time, Toni, and it was a fantastic cleansing process. So after Marcia my involvement with other women went on hold until Jenny and that must have been a good eight years later. And after her there must have been a further break of three or four years until Toni and the night my marriage ended. Living alone with Sarah in a lovely apartment in Docklands waiting for my divorce to come through I had to adjust to being alone. It was hard. It was very, very hard. But I did it. I lasted the year it took for the divorce to come though without once having sex. I just could not bear the idea of having to develop any sort of new relationship. Of having to play that silly role of getting to know someone well enough to have sex with them. It also seemed unfair on my daughter so I stayed away from it. I vowed to "stay pure" and untouched until after the divorce was finalised and I did that. I'd sort of assumed that once I was a free and single woman everything would be fine sexwise. I'd expected that once divorced I'd be able to "fuck 'em and leave 'em" as the modern woman seems to be able to do. But somehow I couldn't. Somehow the idea of sex purely for pleasure or relief didn't work for me. Whilst, after what Kevin had done to me, I didn't want any deep emotional involvement with men I found that sex without it wasn't that successful. So I had a fairly difficult time during this period that I called, "those fucking years." In some ways during those years and since the divorce my sex life has been more successful with "my girls" than it has with men. And the first of those after the divorce was with Sherry. With this I can claim little outside influences and certainly naivety did not play a part. It was totally down to her and me. The her in question this time was, of all things, a female tennis coach. We'd known each other her for years and we'd seen each other marry, have children and separate from our husbands. When I was very active on the county tennis scene and played for Essex I got to know most of the leading UK tennis girls and the rumours of fairly rampant lesbianism are, I can assure you, true. Whilst Sherry was never in that category, (and, before you ask neither was I in any way) she had always had a rather risqué reputation. After my break up from Kevin I spent more time at the tennis club and resurrected a number of old friendships including Sherry. Nothing more than tennis and the occasional drink afterwards or the meeting at club dos. It was at one of these after I "re-emerged" that I was dancing next to her in a circle of girls, yes very Essex but no handbags! As the music changed we were together dancing and she took me in her arms for a jive. After, we sat at the bar and she asked how things were after the divorce and I was telling her that I was now "back on the scene" and had seen a few men but that there was no one special. We talked for ages as old friends, I thought, for I had never had any feeling that she had ever come onto me or had any interest in me as a sexual partner. We played tennis together a few times and then we were both at a party. Again, we chatted a lot and danced together not in any way sexual I assure you. I told her that I had split from my latest, (well 2nd), beau and that I was no longer seeing anyone and mentioned how unsatisfactory I found the dating game. Sitting there in a quiet part of the house away from anybody I was absolutely, as they say, gobsmacked when she looked right into my eyes and said almost expressionlessly. "Maybe Mandy, it's time you and I had an affair." Totally shocked I replied rather inanely. "And why do you say that Sherry?" as I frantically tried to gather my thoughts. "Well I think we are both lost soles in this rather messy world and that we might be able to help each other." I didn't reply but just sat there looking at her wondering what would come next. I wasn't that excited I realised or even surprised, insulted, worried or particularly concerned. I guess interest and intrigue were the two paramount emotions. "Yes," she continued "I think we both don't know where we are going or what we are after and we are good mates aren't we so perhaps we should stick together?" I smiled and said. "Rather tortuous logic there Sherry for proposing that I should have an affair with you." She again smiled and went on. "Maybe but don't tell me you haven't tried the "forbidden fruits" Mandy for I'm sure you have." Rather foolishly I fell into the trap of asking. "How do you know that?" We both laughed at my faux pas and she said. "Well it's my business to know such things." To my relief she continued, "Of course I don't know who with and how much but I can tell Mandy that you are not unknown to other women." We chatted on for a while but then we got asked to dance and we didn't have the chance to talk any more that evening. A few days later I was at the club and had dropped my car off for a service on the way being then given a lift by the garage who had said that I should ring them later and they would bring it to the club. I played in the late morning had some lunch and then had a knock around in the afternoon. As I finished Sherry came up to me and said that we had to talk and could we go somewhere. I explained about the car and she said. "Let me run you there to pick it up we can talk on the way." In our tracksuits and tennis gear we started off just as the sun was going down. It was March and although it wasn't cold it was damp and drizzly as we drove along the country lanes and into the forest. Pulling into a car park cut into the forest, she said. "Best if we stop to chat Mandy if that's ok?" There were a couple of other cars in the large car park both with very steamed up windows indicating what was probably going on in them. The light had pretty much now gone so when Sherry stopped the car in the furthest corner from the road and turned off the engine it was quite dark, the only light coming from the dash board. "You have been on my mind ever since Saturday," she blurted out adding, "I probably should not have said what I did." I said. "Don't worry Sherry, probably the booze." She leaned forward and turned to me as she replied. "No Mandy it wasn't. I mean't but maybe should not have expressed it." We talked along those lines for a while until she said. "And I shouldn't have said what I did about you and other girls, it was purely speculation." I nearly confirmed to her that I had been with others but something told me to keep that to myself and she whittered on for a while until she said. "But of course you know that I have don't you?" I told her that I had guessed that she had, and she went on. "And I can't help telling you Mandy that for years I have wanted to go with you and that since Saturday I have hardly thought about anything else." That did hit me for I didn't want that sort of pressure but, I must admit, I was flattered. I looked at her and said. "Oh Sherry don't." as I put my hand without thinking onto her arm. She said. "I can't help it Mandy, I have never fancied a woman as I do you," her right arm going around my shoulder. "Oh Mand," she purred, "Will you think about it?" I said nothing and we sat there for what seemed an age but was probably not even a minute simply looking at each other. I didn't back off or do anything to deter her nor did I encourage her but I knew what was coming next. All my womanly instincts screamed that she was going to kiss me and I knew that if I was to avoid that I would have to do something to change the mood. I could change the subject and thus get us out of the situation without any undue loss of face on her part or I could do nothing and accept the inevitable. I was strangely calm as I had been when undressing with Jenny or all those years ago that first time with Marcia, so I simply sat there doing absolutely nothing. Possibly I wanted something to happen, maybe I knew that she wanted me and that caused my actions. It could have been that the latent desire that had been satisfied on just a few occasions in my life was now resurfacing. Whatever the motivation I sat there still as her hand touched my cheek and as her face moved closer to mine. She stopped just inches from me her breath warm on my cheeks and her lips slightly parted as if asking my permission to proceed. I again made no movement to detract her and thus implicitly, I suppose, gave that permission. And then we were kissing. It was tremendous de'ja vu as that vaguely familiar but almost forgotten softness of a woman's lips touched mine. But it just didn't seem right. I wasn't prepared or ready for it. And on top of that two women snogging in a public car park did strike me as slightly sordid. I moved my face and said. "No Sherry, no." She immediately pulled away apologising and saying how sorry she was. I felt sorry for her for I had certainly led on her on a little and I told her there was no need to be. We talked a little more and I explained how confused I was over the commitment and sex thing with men. I even told her a little about Jenny and those earlier experiences trying to illustrate that it was not her that I was rejecting nor a female but sex and involvement altogether. She asked whether there was a chance that I would agree to try with her and I said. "Well there's always that chance Sherry" adding that she would though have to give it time. I saw Sherry a few times at the club over the next couple of weeks and each time we talked about it sometimes very obliquely when others were around but at other times when alone rather more intensely. I suppose I was slowly coming round to an acceptance of the idea. I guess that the way she had gone about it and how things developed had created a mood of "why not, what do we have I to lose?" But I was nowhere near convinced that it was any different really to a man for there were still the emotional and the commitment considerations and I remained non-committal to her. A week or so later we played a doubles match against a couple from another club in a county tournament one evening. We absolutely wiped the floor with them winning love and one finishing the match in just about half an hour. They were rather sheepish afterwards and as we had a cup of tea with them they apologised for not being our standard. We were the last people at the club and Len the steward came over and said that he was leaving and would Sherry lock up as she often did. The other team took this as the signal to go as well leaving Sherry and me alone in the club. "Let's raid the bar" she said laughing, "get pissed at the club's expense." We went into the small bar and I replied. "I don't know about getting pissed but I could murder a white wine." Although only late spring it was unseasonably warm and, as we hadn't hardly even perspired in the match, neither of us had put on our track-suits. She was wearing one of these Venus Williams bodies a little like an old fashioned swim suit but so tight that every curve was accentuated and I had on a short, pink, fairly straight, unpleated skirt and a lowish top with thin straps leaving my shoulders bare. We sat in the bar and drank in silence for a while. It was obvious to both of us that the topic we had been discussing for the past couple of weeks had to be raised and I was, I suppose, waiting for her to do so. "Have you thought any more about what I asked you?" she enquired. "Yes I have," I blurted back adding, truthfully, "I've thought of hardly anything else." "And have you reached a decision?" she asked from across the bar table. "Oh Sherry I don't know," I told her looking down and avoiding her gaze. We mumbled on with a range of what were probably inanities going over all the same ground as she, not overly pushily tried to persuade me. But I was still not ready. I still needed something else. Something more, an added inducement. What it was I didn't know? But I still did not feel able to say either yes or no to the rather clinical suggestion she had made now on several occasions of "perhaps it's time you and I had an affair Mandy!" We finished our drinks and I turned down another. "Sitter problems? She asked. "No" I replied. "Sarah's staying with a friend tonight," "Fancy a pizza then?" she said, "as you don't have to rush home do you?" "No I don't," I replied, "Ok then let's do that." We went into the changing rooms with me expecting that we would just put our track suits on and go. I opened my locker and had my back to her when I her heard her say. "No shower then Mandy?" I called out without turning. "No I'll go like this I didn't even break sweat." I knew the place we were going was very casual and had often been there in a track suit so I knew it wouldn't matter. "Oh that's a shame," she called out with, obviously from her tone, a smile, "I was hoping we could have one together." "Not tonight love, sorry," I called back, adding with a laugh, "I'm going rough, sweaty and dirty" turning as I did so. She was standing there wrapped in a towel and we just looked at each other for a moment or two. She was holding the towel around her and above her breasts and her eyes took in the surprise on my face. We just stared at each for a while as her eyes seemed smoulder at me. I didn't move, I probably couldn't and I certainly could not have spoken for suddenly the atmosphere was so heavily charged with sexual undertones. I felt an enormous pang as the fact that she and I were alone and she was just wrapped in the towel hit me. It got worse, or better dependant upon where you are coming from. As Sherry's eyes seemed to burn into mine I saw her hands move. It was as though things had gone into slow motion. Her fingers opened, they moved away, they let go of the towel. Then slowly, so slowly it seemed, the towel drifted down and away from her gradually revealing her small heavily nippled breasts, her narrow waist and tight, so flat tummy. Down and down it went until she stood there naked with it in a bundle around her feet. At first I don't think she knew what to do and tried to cover up the rather blatant action. On the other hand, of course, I may have misinterpreted it for she said. "Well I think I will." But we remained where we were just looking at each other, she didn't move to go to the shower nor did she pick up the towel. I felt a tremendous surge of excitement and the sensations I'd had with Susie, Marcia and Jenny almost overwhelmed me as I looked at her. I realised then I wanted her. I wanted to make love with her. And also I had some other feelings. I felt in control, in charge of the situation with no nerves and I felt my inhibitions start to slip away. Me and My Girls Ch. 05 This was not me. It was not the Mandy I knew. Not the confused woman who had self-doubts over practically everything and especially her feelings for other women. This was not the woman who rarely takes the lead even with lovers she knows well, not the woman who had ever initiated anything whatsoever with another woman. It was surely someone else that so assuredly held the gaze of the naked woman just a few feet from her. That without a hint of embarrassment let her gaze roam up and down the naked body that had been offered to her. That with increasing interest and desire admired the firm, taught, slim body. The lithely, muscular arms and legs. The flat stomach and the small but perfectly formed and very heavily nippled breasts. There was no way that it was me that said. "Is that what you really want Sherry, to have a shower?" Not me with that croaking voice that went on. "Is that why you dropped the towel like that?" And it could not possibly have been the introverted, unsure and full of introspection at such times Amanda Williams that closed the short distance between the slim tennis coach and the fuller figured other female still dressed in her tennis clothes. But it was me. I had done that and said those things. And the reaction from Sherry was amazing for she seemed so nervous as I stood close to her and held her hands saying. "The answer is yes Sherry, I will have an affair with you." We hugged each other and I said for her to come back to my apartment. I must admit that as we drove there in our own cars the nervousness returned somewhat but overall I felt ok. Apprehensive and a little worried that these "unnatural" feelings had surfaced again but, at the same time, pleasingly excited at the prospect of what was about to happen. I got to the apartment first for Sherry was collecting the pizzas and had a quick tidy up and pondered on a shower but thought I would probably not have time. I was right for, before any further concerns could be raised in my mind, she was ringing the doorbell. We ate and drank, a little giggly like two schoolgirls, as we surprisingly easily discussed the "affair." "I'm not a lesbian," she said, "You know that don't you Mand?" I nodded my mouth full of pizza as she went on, "but over the years I've found that I can enjoy sex with the right sort of woman as much as I can with a man." Possibly slightly flirtatiously I asked with a smile. "And am I the right sort Sherry?" She replied, "Oh yes Mandy, oh yes and you have been for such a long time. I adore your looks and figure, you can't imagine how difficult it's been when I've seen you in your tennis gear and when we've cuddled or kissed after a match. I wanted to make love to you right there on court so many times" As we talked I again felt those, new to me, feelings of control returning. I hardly understood them at first but I felt that I was becoming the leader. Her obvious desire for me and the degree to which she wanted me made me feel strong. They also made me feel enormously aroused and gave me a confidence the type of which I was unused to. Smiling I said. "Well we're not on court now are we Sherry? We're alone in my home aren't we?" She hardly reacted but looked at me sort of imploringly and whispered a very quiet. "Yes Mandy we are alone." Full of confidence now I stood up and took her hand. "Let's have that shower now shall we Sherry?" As we undressed ourselves in my bedroom we both just stared at what the other was revealing until everything had been. There was tense silence as we again held hands and walked into the bathroom naked. "Oh Mandy," she said quietly, "you are so beautiful, your breasts are all I imagined they would be, they are marvellous." We stopped by the shower door waiting for the hot water to come through. Very close. The two naked bodies almost touching. I looked up and down her and felt yet another surge of sexual desire. "Sherry you have a beautiful body and you know it." I replied reaching out for her. We kissed, our bodies squashed together her smaller breasts fitting snugly into my larger mounds. We ground ourselves against the other as we slowly moved into the shower cubicle still kissing. The water poured over us making our skins glisten and smooth. She was lovely to the touch like that and we both cupped the others breasts. Although it had been over a year since my last experience with Toni all those familiar feelings flooded back. The softness, the gentleness, the lack of urgency, the knowledge that we could go on for ages and the familiarity that only a woman can have about another. We soaped and washed each other with our attention, at first, mainly being focused on the other's breasts. Naturally though as we further aroused the other so they were not enough stimulation and we ventured onto the others bottom, thighs, tummy and legs. Kissing almost continually and using all of our body against the other as well as moving our hands everywhere we took each other together and absolutely mutually towards a climax. I felt so much more part of this than I ever had before and with Sherry's approach being slightly submissive I suppose I sort of took the lead. And that was so different but also so incredibly extra exciting, I pushed her backwards against the wall and held her hands above her head thus tightening her already taught body and exposing everything to me. I kissed her mouth and then each of her breasts. Feeling very adventurous I pushed my breast against her face encouraging her mouth to circle my nipple that she did eagerly by biting on it. We were both very near. Still holding her arms above her head I slithered closer until our nipples met and we kissed deeply again my leg coming up right between her thighs. She clamped herself to it writhing her pussy against that long firm front thigh muscle. This action was so enormously exciting for me. I don't know why but I felt it to be the most overtly sexual thing I had ever done, certainly with a woman, and it thrilled me so much as she began to pant and moan as her orgasm erupted. Her arm came away from mine and seemed to fly between my legs that I also clamped tightly around that. And like that we climaxed so wonderfully powerfully together. We dried ourselves, put robes on and then dried each others hair. That's such a very intimate act between two women. Drying and brushing the hair of a woman to whom I had just made love was amazingly erotic and we both told the other about our feelings. Sherry has quite short, naturally blonde hair and that was dry quite quickly but of course mine took so much longer and I loved her doing it. Inevitably such a tender thing led us on and encouraged us. As she was brushing the back of my hair so her hands started straying onto my shoulders pushing the robe along them a little causing it to gape at the front. As she did this more and more, so soon I was sitting there with most of my breasts exposed. It was a strangely arousing sight. Sat in front of a mirror with Sherry behind me our eyes meeting by way of a reflection I could also look at myself and see most of my boobs including the edges of each of my nipples. Her exertions at drying my long, thick hair had also made her robe open all the way down the front and I could look in the mirror and see it right down to just beneath her waist. It seemed so natural. So right. The perfect gesture to accompany the heavily charged atmosphere. The correct action to emphasis the sight of my nearly exposed breasts and almost totally revealed body. My eyes locked on hers in the mirror I slowly raised my hands until they touched each of my breasts outside the robe. Then smouldering at her with all the desire I could muster I slid my hands inside it at the same time pushing the material completely off them. Cupping each orb in my hands I began to roll them together and to squeeze the tips of my nipples as we stared so intently at each other. Her hands slid down and joined mine on my breasts as we both looked on as if voyeurs in the mirror. Of course this led to more and soon she was bending over kissing my neck and pulling the robe away from me at the same time as which hers just seemed to disappear. We went to the bed and laid in the middle of it cuddled up kissing and stroking each other's nudity. This was wonderful. Not the urgency or the latent aggression so often associated with sex with a man. We both knew that we had all night if needed. We were both aware that we could recover from sex in moments. We both knew that we could ride on the highest crest of the wave of orgasm for ages. And this conditioned our approach. No pushiness, no trying to force the pace. Just gentle, loving undemanding lovemaking that took the others needs into consideration to at least the level of one's own. We did everything two girls can do together. We brought each other to a climax with our hands then more adventurously with our mouths. Lying on our sides we made the most perfect oral love. I laid on top of her and snuggled down between her legs so our mounds and clitorises rubbed together. And like that I fucked her just like a man fucks. She laid on my back and, grinding her mound against my bum, she simulated fucking me like that. We lay with legs open and intertwined so that the lips of our pussies met and were squelched together. I got my vibrator and we used that on each other. On our tits, our nipples, our clits and, of course, inside each other. It really was the most perfect girl on girl sex imaginable and, after she had gone I felt more female than I could have imagined. What we had done was not in any way lesbian. Had a man been available and had we both fancied him I have no doubt that we would have invited him to share us and we would avidly have used him. No, what Sherry and I did was not lesbianism but sheer, unadulterated sex and nothing more complicated than that. Me and My Girls Ch. 06 Before reading this it's strongly recommended that you read Chapters 1 to 5 together with my other submission Those Fucking Years and Hubby Watched. So now, a divorced woman of 37 with a teenage daughter. A rather embittered person about relationships. One that finds making any emotional commitment exceedingly difficult, if not impossible and one that has, to a degree, lost faith in men. One also that has tasted the "forbidden fruits" of her own sex. So where am I going with my sexuality. Oh, I should also add, one that does have a high sex drive as well! Sherry and I did have that affair. And it was just like any other affair, or many at least. An initial period of intensity, phoning each other frequently and meeting for sex at every opportunity, which, surprisingly in some ways wasn't all that often what with both of us having children commitments and our differing work schedules. A middle time when the earlier, hugely strong, sexual attraction had abated a little and then the slow, meandering, excuse laden period as we both mutually cooled it. Nothing acrimonious, no rows and no real end. Just a passing on. I still see her at the club and we're still friends though not lovers, she has a man in her life and I am very happy for her. Should the circumstances be appropriate between us at some time in the future I have little doubt that we would make love again but neither is likely to chase the other I feel. The affair, though, was something so different for me. It was, of course, unusual to think that I was having one with another woman. Yes I'd had relationships with them but other than with Marcia they hadn't involved going out. No all the others had been purely sexual. The girls at Uni., Sharon, Jenny and Toni all shared that common feature of being simply for sexual adventure, fun and satisfaction. With Sherry it was different. She'd made that clear right from the outset. Right from those beguilingly captivating words, "I think it's time we had an affair Mandy." So we had gone out together, gone on dates really. We went to lunch quite often and, occasionally, to dinner sometimes even with our children. We'd go to a pub or bar for drinks and of course we regularly met to play tennis. We attended club functions and were able to indulge our affection for each other by dancing together. That our feelings for each other were more than "just sexual" was the difference I guess between this and my other experiences. But I never really dwelled too long on that topic for that's where the real fear of being lesbian can play on one's mind. While what goes on between two women can be reconciled as being for sexual pleasure, then it's easier to remain relaxed about one's sexuality. However, if one party, or both come to that, starts to have deeper feelings and should the word love be mentioned then it becomes a whole new ball game. Then questions do have to be asked. They're unavoidable. The problem is providing answers isn't it? So best to not ask the question and to try to quell the feelings I think. So the lesbian feelings, the desire for other women, the bisexuality or whatever. Is it still there? Yes it is but, as they say, it comes and it goes. Sometimes I will go weeks without thinking about it and at others it is in my mind constantly. Occasionally as I masturbate Jenny or Sherrie will be in my mind or a vision of being in bed with Kylie Minogue, Sharon Stone or kdLang will suddenly come from nowhere. I have been naughty about it as well. But then is it naughty? I'm single and have the desires so what was wrong with me going to a lesbian pub in Soho? What was wrong with going into the club at the back? I'll tell you what was wrong they were all, well most, fucking ugly, very butch, hard core lesbians who scared the bloody life out of me. None of the sort of nice, feminine, lipstick lesbians that I had imagined. No, leather and denim everywhere, tattoos and piercings and short hair. Bloody horrible and clearly not my scene. What's wrong with lesbian chat rooms? Again I'll tell you. Most are men masquerading as women and the "are you horny?" or "what are you wearing" questions are posed within 5 mins as opposed to the 10 in the straighter rooms! Was it wrong for me to become a predator? Maybe, maybe not, but I certainly got it wrong, for the youngish barmaid at the hotel I stayed in for two nights turned me down flat when I eventually, after considerable soul searching and two large gins, asked if she'd like a drink in my room when she finished. But not the second time. No that time I got it right but then it was less blatant. My daughter was away with her father and to cheer myself up I decided to take a four day break at a château hotel in the Dordogne. I'd been before with Kevin some years before and it really was a delightful place. Stuck half way up a wooded mountainside it was so peaceful and rustic yet reasonably luxurious. The perfect place to relax, get some sun and good food but be by oneself. That can be difficult at many holiday hotels for I didn't want to be hit on by single, or married come to that, guys and I didn't like to stand out in the dining room as "the woman by herself." No I expected to have dinner in my room most nights and to spend the days by the pool or driving around the lovely countryside. As it happened almost as soon as I arrived I met another woman for we arrived at the airport on the same plane and shared the courtesy car sent by the hotel to collect us. She was in her late twenties, fairly plain looking and quite tall and slim with a boyish looking figure showed off by her tight jeans and loose shirt. She had shortish, blonde hair worn in one of those stylish bobs similar to Denise Van Outen and wonderfully large, dark green eyes that almost all the time looked sad and pensive. We chatted easily in the car with her telling me that she was staying for a week or so visiting vineyards and restaurants to gather material for a book that her publishing house was going to write on The Dordogne. I thought at first that she was a writer but she wasn't she was a researcher. We both sat round the pool in the late afternoon just relaxing after the trip and getting some sun that had been sorely missing in England before we left. Karla was easy to talk to and we got on really well and I found myself telling her about my divorce and she told me how she had a boyfriend but that their relationship was at present a little rocky. We talked about her research work and my writing and just chatted away as the afternoon drifted into early evening. It seemed natural to dine together in the hotel that evening and when we met in the bar I have to admit that those "feelings" I sometimes get but usually contain well started welling up in me. Although not the most beautiful of faces, for she had a largish nose and rather thin lips, she did have a sort of haunting attractiveness and a very subtly sexiness. Not at all blatant but the way that she flicked the hair that fell over her forehead and her almost total disregard for the way that her short skirt ran up her long and very shapely legs did get to me. As of course did the fact that we both alone in a hotel. We had a great meal, a nice bottle of wine and finished off with two Armagnacs each. I slept very well and remember drifting off with her face in my mind and my own breast in my hand. I didn't see her until after lunch the next day when she appeared around the pool in a stunning white bikini that showed her slim figure off nicely and of course emphasized the length of her wonderful legs that were undoubtedly her best feature.. She told me that she was visiting a local restaurant that evening that was renowned for its regional cooking and that as it was on expenses why didn't I join her? I readily agreed and went off to get dressed for the visit to the as she put it "rather dressy auberge." Again we had a superb meal sitting on lovely table looking out through some French windows onto a large lake with the mountains in the back ground. We exchanged more about her failing and my failed relationship both of us admitting that other women were at the root of the breakdowns. "Not," I said laughing "meaning me with other women." She laughed at that but I did wonder at the rather lingering glance she gave me as I said it. Finishing the meal we caught a cab back to the hotel and fancying a night cap we went to the bar forgetting that in France hotel bars tend to close fairly early. "Oh shit," she said when we found that it was closed, "I could have murdered a few armagnacs or cognacs." It seemed as though fate was intervening for just that morning I'd been shopping and had bought a bottle of cognac so that after the meals I'd imagined I'd have alone in my room I would have a little snifter. I told her that and suggested that we have a drink in my room. It really was the oddest and most erotic feeling to be showing a woman that I was aroused by into my bedroom. Probably the sort of feeling that men have when they are hunting their prey for that, I realised, was indeed, what I was hoping to do. There was a little seating area but instead we took the bottle and glasses onto the balcony and sat close together side by side on a wicker settee that had cushions on it. It was the only seating on the balcony so once more it appeared that something was coming to my assistance as I sat beside her, our hips touching and our outer legs scraping against the other now and then. We had two fairly quick drinks as we chatted with me telling her about Sarah and my work and her telling me about her social life that largely revolved around publishers parties and a very active scene in Notting Hill Gate where she shared a flat with an aspiring actress. Karla had put her feet on the wicker table in front of us so that her long legs were out straight and that had caused her dress to climb well up her tanned thighs and she looked so desirable that I almost lost control of myself. But nothing happened . As much as I wanted to do something I just couldn't pluck up the courage to start anything. I felt silly really but somewhat relieved yet also frustrated as I said goodnight to her and watched her leave my room. I saw her for breakfast the next day but then she had some meetings and I went off exploring so we agreed to meet around four for a late afternoon swim and some sun.. During my exploring I couldn't stop my mind often returning to Karla and the unusual and unexpected level of desire I felt for her. I knew that it was totally out of character for I had only once in my life really "fancied" another woman sufficiently for the idea of trying to seduce to become paramount in my mind and I couldn't really put my finger on what had prompted that. Maybe both of us being alone? Possibly a sort of understated, subtle hint of availability from her or could it be that my bisexual tendencies actually were becoming a lesbian desire? She was already at the pool when I arrived. Despite my resolve to put any ideas of doing anything with her out of my mind, immediately I saw her those strong feelings returned and I found myself instantly thinking of being with her sexually. She looked very serious as I sat beside her and right away told me that she'd just spoken to her boy friend and that he had told her it was over. She began to cry and I instinctively put my arm around her feeling something like a charge of electricity as my hand touched the skin of her shoulders. I cuddled her to me in an almost maternal way feeling a little guilty at my thoughts about her as she sobbed in my arms. We talked a little but not much as she explained the phone call and as I tried to comfort and reassure her. I explained that when I'd broken up how hard it had been but that it did go away. As I did that I found the warmth and closeness of her very arousing and I found myself quite unashamedly taking advantage of the situation by stroking her lovely blonde hair. "Anyway, Karla," I said, "men just aren't worth it, they're all bastards." This made her smile a little and she replied. "Yes, I'm beginning to see that." We lapsed into silence and slowly, and rather reluctantly, I removed my arms from around her but we still sat on the same lounger our legs touching. I took a chance. "I know what you need Karla," I said brightly and added as she looked at me those big dreamy eyes sending a shiver through me, "a bloody great Armagnac, come on." I took her hand and we marched off towards my room after firstly slipping our sundresses around us. In the room I felt very nervous both from the excitement of her presence and of course from the prospect that I might find the pluck to try to seduce her. I poured us fairly large Armagnacs and said. "here's to us jilted women Karla." We touched glasses still standing there as we sipped the strong liquid. Karla sat on the edge of my bed and I sat beside her as she once more ran over the background to the break-up. As she did she once again became a little tearful and I took that opportunity to put my arm around her shoulders again. She was sobbing. Our legs were pressed together, the touch through the thin material being very stimulating. My arm was around her shoulders, her head was on my chest and I started to once more stroke her hair. We stayed like that as she sobbed. I murmured. "You'll feel better soon Karla." She whimpered a little and said, "You are so understanding and kind Mandy." I pulled her a little closer and said. "Don't worry Karla, women like us can do without men, I do." She didn't respond but equally she didn't move away from me. I held her tighter and ran my hair more deeply through her hair letting it slide down her slim neck. "In any case," I went on quietly, "you are beautiful and will soon find someone else." She replied softly. "Do you really think so Mandy?" I told her that I did and what a wonderful figure she had and how lovely I thought her hair was as I continued stroking it. My heart was now pounding and my entire mind and body was inflamed with a desire for her. I found a boldness I didn't think that I had. I let my fingertips trail across her forehead and down onto her cheek as I said very softly. "Ever since I saw you at the airport Karla I have thought how beautiful you are, what a marvellous figure you have and how wonderful you look." I let that sink in for a moment before adding, "I find you quite irresistible." I couldn't think that she could fail to realise that this was a come on and I hoped for a positive response but none came. I pulled her slightly closer and then whispered. "Yes Karla totally and utterly irresistible," as I took her chin in my hand and turned her face up towards me. Those marvellous eyes looked deep into mine as I stared back at her. Plucking all the courage I could possibly muster I whispered. "May I kiss you Karla?" At first I thought I'd blown it. At first there was no response. Nothing, no reaction. Either she was being very astute and keeping the ball well in my court or she was considering the possible enormity of what I was suggesting. We continued looking into each others eyes and thankfully she showed no signs of moving away or of pushing me off. I slowly moved my face towards hers and still she didn't move away. My heart leaped as I considered that this was a sign of agreement so I moved my face slowly towards hers. I gently placed my lips in a little kiss on her cheek loving the feel of her soft skin on my lips. She smelt and felt so lovely and my heart leaped when I realised that I might be near to making love to this exquisitely alluring creature. But I wasn't complacent. I knew that I hadn't yet fully persuaded her and that there was probably considerable conflict within her as I gently stroked her face and placed little kisses on her cheek. I let my fingertips run across her face softly touching her forehead, her hairline, eyebrows and her eyelids. I didn't rush things. That wouldn't have been appropriate. No Karla had to reach her own conclusion as to what would happen, albeit with my coaxing. "You smell so wonderful Karla," I whispered as I planted a soft kiss on her forehead. She made a low sigh, almost a moan as she felt my lips on her cheek. "Oh Mandy," she whimpered as I lifted her face so that I could look into her eyes, repeating it as she looked into mine. This time as I moved my face towards hers my lips were directed towards hers and she was clearly aware of that. Turning my head a little when our lips were just a couple of inches apart I slightly opened mine and was thrilled to see that she did as well. It was a perfect kiss. So soft and gentle, loving and enquiring, tentative yet responsive. We sat like that for some time kissing. It was me leading the way of course but Karla played her part fully. It was not the rough, demanding tongue down throat sort of kiss that men seem to so like. No I kissed her lightly, on her lips, her cheeks, her eyes and her chin. I sucked gently on her upper lip and ran the tip of my tongue round her mouth. With each new sensation Karla made little whimpering noises that were both so endearing and exciting as she slowly became accustomed to and, I hoped, acceptive of what we were doing. "Oh Mandy," she sighed. She went to say something else but my fingertip on her lips stopped her. "Don't say anything Karla, don't," I murmured, knowing that she was going to start raising questions. "Just feel, don't speak just enjoy it." I kissed her again this time fully on her lips and her response was much more obvious and enthusiastic. Her lips were now moving under mine and were open so that my tongue could slip just inside her mouth and touch the tip of her tongue. As I did this so I pulled her closer and I felt no resistance whatsoever as my fuller breasts squashed absolulely, deliciously against her smaller firmer chest. Holding and comforting her I let her get used to this more overtly sexual movement and I was thrilled that she showed no signs of withdrawing from what was such an obvious increase in the depth of intimacy between us. But I still wasn't sure that this would be anything more than a girly embrace and snog. The sort of situation that a surprisingly large number of us women get involved in with friends and acquaintances. I hadn't the experience to sum her up and to work out yet the level of acceptance she really had to my, what was clearly at the least, bisexual and, at the stronger level lesbian, advance. But I had to know, I had to try, I needed to test myself and her. I wanted to find out whether I could indeed "pull" a girl and take her on a journey of sexual awakening. As she sat snuggled up in my arms our mouths exchanging kisses I looked down and through her thin sundress I saw her small breast in the bikini. I knew that I would have to caress her. I knew that I would have to take that chance, seize the opportunity to push the boundaries out a little further. Put myself in the position where she might reject me. Slowly I plucked up the courage and then equally slowly I moved my hand towards it. Several times I almost lost my nerve but the way that she was returning my kisses and the apparently comfortable way that she was lying in my arms gave me the fortitude to carry on. I placed my hand on the small orb very softly, hardly touching it but enough so that I knew her body would tell her what I was doing. But I wasn't too overt with it, no caressing or squeezing and no touching of her flesh, just the material of her bikini top. What I guess I was doing was making a gesture that she could either accept, hopefully, or could reject and not too much face would be lost. I suppose really I was putting the ball in her court. She could move her body so that her breast came away and then it could be put down as an accident or just a little overeagerness on my part. Or she could stay there in which case she was showing me the green light. Me and My Girls Ch. 06 It seemed an eternity that I waited with my palm and fingers just resting on that lovely little lump. My heart was beating with the combination of excitement, worry and anticipation. I was finding it hard to take a breath and my pulses were pounding as I sat there my lips on hers my hand waiting for her reaction. And then I felt one. Hardly perceptible at first but gradually becoming so, my hand felt a slight increase in pressure. Initially I thought that it must be me but it became apparent to me that her body was reacting in the way that mine does when my breasts are touched. She was pushing that tender area of her body back against the object that was arousing her. She was not rejecting me. No, she was saying yes. By that little movement that probably only another woman would both notice and understand Karla was saying for me to go ahead, implying that she was ready for that and indeed wanted me to. My heart leaped as I felt her return the pressure and the feeling of relief was enormous. I pressed a little harder and slightly squeezed the, wonderfully soft but somehow youthfully firm at the same time, breast revelling in the return of the feelings I hadn't felt since Sherry. My confidence now high I started to caress her breast in a clearly stimulating and sexual way as our mouths ground together far more energetically and as our tongues now delved deep into the others mouth. As I did so she naturally I could tell squirmed against me with obviously increasing sexual arousal. I cupped the whole orb in my hand and pressed against it sending a little shudder through her and a shiver of delight through me. I found the nipple under the thin material and noted its natural hardness as I pinched it fairly firmly causing a gasp to escape from her. Now bold with my approach I ran my fingernails and then the tips of my fingers across the little mound working upwards until they were traversing the skin just above the top of the bikini. I pushed downwards easing my fingers inside the bra and right onto the wonderfully puckered, almost rubbery skin of her nipple. This must have hit her hard for I felt her body jolt a little and heard a low moan slip from her lips. I pressed on easing the cup away from the breast and revealing its loveliness to my gaze and touch. It was a beautiful sight and a wonderful feel as the very pale pink tipped breast seemed to beckon me and as my hand covered its surface in delicate strokes and caresses and increasingly avid squeezes and pinches. I could feel her body shuddering and shaking against me as I did this and I held her even tighter, if that was possible. I slid the top of her thin beach dress away from her and looking in her eye I whispered "Is this ok Karla?" as I eased the other one from her bra. "Oh yes Mandy, yes it is. She sighed back to me. Looking down at them I whispered. "You have such beautiful breasts Karla." I was quite surprised when she replied. "So do you Amanda, so do you. I have always wanted larger ones like yours." That seemed to present me with an opportunity to heighten the sexual tension between us. Without taking my eyes from hers for a moment I slipped the loose beach dress away from me and, reaching behind, I unclipped my bra and removed it. Her eyes seemed to almost pop out of her head as I did that and as she stared at my now naked breasts. I leaned forward so I could reach round her and quickly without any objection from her slid her bra off as well. Smiling I whispered. "We can now look at each others can't we Karla?" She continued looking at mine and could not have failed to notice my nipples hardening under her gaze. I cupped one of hers in one of my hands and then slowly I brought my other breast against the one of hers I wasn't touching. As our nipples touched I felt a shock of additional excitement run through me and I knew that she would have had a similar sensation. "Is that nice Karla," I whispered seeing with pleasure the slight nod of her head and the sharp intake of breath. I took her hand and slowly moved it nearer and nearer to my breast waiting for any signs that she didn't want that. None came and then I had the delicious feeling as her soft fingers grazed across my boob. I let her fingertips flit across my nipple than placed the palm of her hand under the fullness of the orb. Gently I pressed against it as her natural female instincts took over and she started, almost without thinking, to caress it. And like that sat on the edge of the bed still with our panties on we gave each other a wonderful climax. Kissing and caressing but touching no part of the other beneath the waist we slowly, yet persistently, aroused each other until we were both panting and sighing as those lovely feelings flooded through us. We stopped then. It was right and proper to do so for Karla needed to talk about it. Talk about what had happened and what it meant. Talk about this voyage into the "forbidden" land of bisexuality and lesbianism. She would need explanations and comfort especially if, as I hoped, we were to repeat what we had just done and go further down the path that could be causing her some conflict. I called up room service for some tea and we both slipped our sundresses back on but, I was pleased to see from her, not our bras. Pausing in our chat as the tea was delivered we covered the whole topic with me explaining and she quickly appreciating that what we had done did not mean either of us were turning lesbian but that we both had the fortune to "swing both ways." Working in the fairly liberal world of publishing this was not that uncommon for her and she told me that she knew several women who were "like us" (her words exactly!). She even went on to say that she had been curious about it for some time and that had prompted a slight desire in her to try it. This was all wonderful news to my ears and I avidly encouraged her to tell me more about her feelings. Karla went on about it at some length saying how she was becoming increasingly disconcerted with men although from a sexual viewpoint she adored making love with them but nearly always she was left after that with a feeling of disappointment. This gave me the opportunity to ask what she felt after we had made the rather limited love we had and to this she said that despite her nerves she'd thought it was marvellous. It also enabled me to ask if she would like to repeat it and she said that she would. We agreed to stay in the hotel for dinner that evening and Karla went off to her room to get ready as I did alone in my room. The restaurant was quite dressy, as posh French ones tend to be, so I wore a fairly low but respectable "little black number." When Karla knocked on my door on her way past she looked absolutely magnificent in a simple white sheath that moulded itself tightly to every curve of her body. She looked absolutely ravishing and I told her that as we walked down the stairs. We were given a table away from other diners and we had what was a really romantic dinner. As the wine flowed we even flirted with each other our, very muted, conversation became more intimate. I eventually said. "So Karla am I going to be able to tempt you to my room after dinner?" She looked at me and said with a little smile on her face."Just try and keep me away!" We had just one Armagnac at the table before wandering upstairs and straight into my room where we had another. This time there was little or no hesitation on my part. Almost immediately I took Karla into my arms and kissed her. This time there was no pretence or hesitation. There was also no pretence of the kiss being anything other than sexual in intent and nature. I pulled her entire body against mine smothering her chest with my larger softer breasts, squashing my slighter rounder tummy against her flatness and letting my pubic mound squirm against hers. My tongue snaked into her mouth and my lips ground against hers. My hand ran over her back even venturing far enough down to touch the roundness of her bottom. She responded perfectly, her arms around my neck her body submitting to my advances her mouth receiving mine quite avidly. I slowly pushed her backwards until the backs of her knees were against the bed signalling my intentions very clearly. There was wonderfully no resistance whatsoever as I eased her down onto the bed and laid beside her. Indeed as we did so she seemed to be kissing me even harder. I raised myself onto one elbow and quite confidently started to undo the buttons on the front of her dress glancing from her eyes to the lovely sight that was being revealed between the opened folds of her dress that I had now unbuttoned almost to her waist. I saw the lacy bra and the small mounds of her breasts leaping from them, her smooth upper chest and the tanned skin of her waist. Holding her gaze I raised my hand and caressed her small but beautifully formed breasts feeling a charge of want rush through me as I did. I kissed her then for I had to and, from the deep sigh she made, it was clear that she wanted me to as well. We struggled her out of her dress and I stood up and removed mine so that we were both in just our underwear. Considerately, I thought, I said. "You are sure about this aren't you Karla?" She smiled and said. "Yes Mandy I am as sure about this as I have ever been about anything to do with sex." They were some of the most enticingly attractive words I'd ever heard and I couldn't stop, not that I wanted to, my arms reaching out and pulling her to me as my mouth closed over hers. As she suckled at my breast like a child so I stroked her back and revelled in both the fact that she was responding so wonderfully and at the lovely feelings her mouth was causing on my body. We remained like that for some time both adjusting ourselves to the new bout of lovemaking. There was no hurry, we both knew that. There was not the urgency there so often is with men. We were both aware that we had all night. That our bodies could last as long as our minds had the will not like the male whose lust denies languid all-night lovemaking. Slowly Karla moved so that she now lay almost on top of me. So that the four rosy tips of our breasts merged together. So that our stomachs met and our pubis areas touched. So that our legs became intertwined and so that our bodies became almost as one. We cuddled each other and we rocked ourselves enjoying the intimacy of the position. I pulled her a little further onto me so that she was completely on top of me our pubic mounds now firmly pressed together. I opened my legs and she slid between them Our mouths ground together with a passion that until now had not existed with our kissing. Our natural bodily instincts then took over. Karla began rubbing her mons against mine and my legs opened further. Her hands grasped my breasts and mine cupped the smooth taught cheeks of her bottom. Our kissing took on more aggression and she began to slightly thrust herself up and down against me. It was so thrilling and exciting for this woman that I had, in effect seduced, just a few hours ago to be simulating fucking me. It became very obvious that we were going to cum together again, and quickly. And we did. Wonderfully, strongly and so very satisfyingly. It was now near midnight but neither of us showed any interest in sleeping. We were both so alive with our discovery of each other that we could not let the night finish yet. No not for hours would this magically momentous night end. Again we lay in each others arms talking enthusiastically about the marvels of what we had experienced. But still we were both in our panties. Somehow it hadn't seemed appropriate yet to remove them To women they are the last defence, the final barrier and their removal has such a deep and significant meaning. And at present we had not broached that and certainly had not breached it either. But now I wanted to. I wanted Karla to be naked for me and I wanted to bare and flaunt myself to her. I wanted no barriers at all between us. And I wanted now to make as full a love to her as I could. "Karla," I whispered brushing the lock of blonde hair away from where it had fallen over her eyes. She looked up at me her appealing eyes catching mine and we smiled the smile of lovers at each other. "Yes Mandy," she breathed. I held her gaze as I ran my fingers down her spine until they were in the elastic of her panties. I said very softly "I want us to take these off each other Karla so that we are naked.together." Our eyes didn't leave the others as she looked at me and slowly nodding her head muttered. "Yes Mandy yes. Please let's do that." It really was a heavily charged and highly erotic moment. We lay there side by side our eyes switching from being locked on the others to roaming down their body as we both slid our hands into our own panties and, after lifting our ourselves up a little, slid the delicate garments down our legs and off. My heart was pounding as I stared at the naked form beside and as I watched her eyes devour my nude body. I wanted to flaunt my bareness at her and to possess her nudity. I touched my finger to the tip of one of her breasts and then slowly ran that down her body until it was touching her mons. I pressed a little and then let it slip further until it found that hooded place nestling at the front of the lips of her vagina. As I touched her clitoris my heart leaped with joy and anticipation when I felt her whole body shudder and heard a sharp, deep moan escape from her lips that were parted slightly. Staring deeply into her eyes, that were misty with the excitement and pleasure, I took her hand that showed no resistance whatsoever. Slowly I moved it until it was close to me then I pressed it right against my pubic mound. Opening my thighs a little I slid her fingers right onto the soaking expanse of the lips of my vagina. I watched for any sign of apprehension in her eyes as she touched the most womanly of places but there was nothing other than pleasure and excitement. As I stroked around her clitoris so I pushed my crotch towards her invitingly I hoped. And sure enough she accepted that invitation for her fingers slithered wonderfully around my lips before coming to rest right on my clitoris as well. Simply gazing deeply into each others eyes and occasionally touching the others face, eyes, hair or mouth we caressed the others naked vaginas and clitoris until we both shuddered to yet another wonderful orgasm. After that there really was no stopping us. The barriers had been broken and Karla's acceptance of lesbian lovemaking knew no bounds. She seemed to understand that what we had done so far was just the starter in the feast of lovemaking acts available to two women. She even began to take the lead a little. I was sitting up with my back against the headboard of the bed when she leaned across and cupped my breast and fondled it lovingly. Holding the flesh in her hand. her fingers squeezing it with just the right amount of pressure, I was thrilled to watch her head move closer and closer to it, her tongue between her parted lips as it neared its destination. My heart was pounding with anticipation and the joy of her willing participation as her tongue ran across my nipple that, if it were possible, became even harder. I almost screamed with pleasure as she started to suck that aching bud. I held her head in my hands my fingers running through her silky hair as like a child at a mother's teat she suckled on me. Sucking and gently chewing with the skill that only a woman can really possess she made me feel wonderful, so female and so desired. She did this to both breasts her fingers flitting over my thighs and tummy as her mouth, tongue and lips did such delicious things to me. I did the same to her feasting my mouth on her small breasts and nipples loving every taste and feel of them in my mouth. I laid her on her front and softly massaged her back. Starting under her hair on her neck I lovingly stroked and caressed her smooth skin moving slowly but inexorably downwards until I was massaging, well caressing really, the two symmetrical mounds of her tight bottom. I cupped them and squeezed them. I kneaded them and stroked the delicious curves. My fingers sliding into the crease between them, I pressed and stroked her there, loving the little grunts and sighs that slipped from her lips as my touch brought a particular surge of pleasure to her. I was thrilled to see her legs suggestively slipping open further. I could see the pink wetness of her sex invitingly on display and I stroked its velvet surface loving the way that with each touch further grunts and sighs came from her mouth and her body shuddered with the reaction. I laid between her spreaded legs my arms around her holding her breasts my crotch pressed against the base of her spine. As I started to move and grind myself against her bottom simulating the actions that many men had done on both of us I heard her gasp with such intensity and say. "Oh yes Mandy, fuck me, please fuck me." And I did. I thrust myself against her, my mound sliding from the base of her spine through the crack in her bottom and onto the back of her lips and then back again. I did this time and time again as we both sighed and moaned at the wonderful feelings we were both gaining. Both in that marvellous state of being near to, but not quite at, climax she pushed me off and, pushing me onto my face she did the same to me until we both did go over the edge and climaxed together. This time though we didn't stop, we didn't rest, we didn't pause in our lovemaking. She showed absolutely no resistance as I knelt and bent my head towards her tummy indicating very clearly that it was time for us to move to the next level of lesbian lovemaking. The taste of her was marvellous but that was overshadowed by her reaction as my tongue found her clitoris between the silky folds of her vagina. "Oh God, yes Mandy, yes," she nearly screamed as her entire body bucked like a horse being broken in and as her hands gripped my hair that was tumbling all over her waist and tummy. She started to cum almost immediately her body lifting off the bed as she pressed it harder and harder against my tongue. She was hurting my head with the way that she gripped and pulled my hair but the pain was meaningless compared to the pleasure we were both gaining from me orally fucking her. Her climax just went on and on or maybe she had a series of them. Neither of us knew or cared so deeply were into this. How long I sucked and licked her I have no idea. All I do know is that we both went on such a wonderful journey of sexual pleasure that we finally shuddered to a conclusion in each others arms my mouth, still covered in her juices, firmly grinding against hers. It didn't, of course, stop there. It couldn't, it wouldn't have been right for us to finish like that for we both now wanted to go further. I wanted more from her and she wanted to give me that. With no encouragement at all from me, for I realised only too well what a commitment it is for a woman to make oral love to another, her head slithered down my body so that her face could go between my thighs that I gratefully and so welcomingly parted for her. It was one of the most gorgeous feelings I'd ever experienced from sex when Karla's tongue found my clitoris and stimulated that so sensitive part of my body. I pulled her so that I could return the favour at the same time and felt so elated when she straddled my face the sweetness of her vagina just inches from my face. And like that in the classic 69 position we made the fullest love that two women can without the aid of other instruments. Our lovemaking carried on throughout the night and we spent the best part of the next morning sleeping and cuddling and making further love. We slept with each other on each of the remaining nights I was there and had a tearful parting when I set off from the airport with both of us saying how we'd keep in touch back in the UK. We did phone and had several chats but, somehow, the idea of meeting up again never materialised. Deep down I guess we both took it for what it really was I suppose, just another holiday romance.