6 comments/ 154643 views/ 51 favorites Steps to Licking Pussy Ch. 01 By: directorx It's rather difficult to write a story while one's pussy is being licked. I've tried to start this several different ways in the past few minutes, but Jennifer is too good at what she does. It's really hard to concentrate with her between my legs. We tried different angles in the open with the chair and the laptop, but nothing really worked until she finally crawled completely under the desk, reminding me of more than a few clichés. She doesn't care, though, because she's getting what she wants. She's a... wow, that little move with her tongue felt really good... excuse me... I guess you could say that she's an addict. She's addicted to licking pussy. She wasn't always that way, and I wasn't always so casual and jaded about sex. That's what this story is about, really. We both used to be nice, normal girls - or as normal as girls are these days. We changed because of certain events that transpired between myself, Jennifer, and a third girl, Rebecca, certain events that I want to write down, to share, understand, and vindicate myself in some way. To be honest, it also turns me on to share my experiences with strangers, something the old me would have been terrified of doing. It all started because of the old me, really. My first sexual experience with girls was a drunken threesome with a best friend and a random girl from a bar. It was totally unplanned and unexpected, and didn't go very well. I was too afraid and embarrassed during the experience to really have fun or participate, and I was totally unprepared for my best friend's confession of love for me afterwards. I was straight as an arrow in every way, prude, and fearful back then. I fucked everything up, of course, and lost my best friend. It goes without saying that I was feeling a lot of conflicting emotions after that. I'm really not sure what major force drove me to doing what I did, but it was probably curiosity more than anything. A whole range of new and crazy thoughts had been opened up to me, and I wanted to understand what had happened. So, I started posting on certain anonymous internet sites looking for a threesome with two other women, in an attempt to recreate my first experience. Cut through ten months of unwanted and often disgusting e-mails from gross old men, until I finally get an e-mail from two female friends that are looking to have their first time with girls together. As you might guess, cue Jennifer and Rebecca. That was only six months ago. Jennifer looks pretty much the same. Between my sweaty naked legs, she looks up at me and smiles knowingly for a moment before pressing her lips back against my sex. She knows what I'm writing, because we had this idea together, for me to write down our story for strangers while she eats me out. In her words, the idea 'tickles her.' Her sky blue eyes seem slightly glazed over right now - she gets that way, lost in her own little world, when she's getting her 'hit' of pussy. Her long blonde hair isn't matted or sweaty yet, but it will be. She gets really into licking and sucking. I take a moment to reach down and have her slide her shirt off. I like to know her large breasts are hanging out while she licks me, even if I can't really see them from this angle. It's something about her soft, exposed skin, really, especially on her bare shoulders. I find it very attractive. I find quite a few things attractive about girls, despite still considering myself straight. Girls are beautiful and sex with a girl is fun, I don't deny it, but I'd never date one. No reason in particular - or, actually, I think it's because the new me likes the idea of having a beautiful source of casual sex with no strings attached. Jennifer certainly understands that. I tell her what I just wrote about her, and she laughs briefly from between my legs. Rebecca looks much different from both of us. Rebecca's one of those rare true redheads. She's skinny, tall, and gorgeous. I always think of her breasts as 'tits,' for some reason, probably because they're a little smaller than Jennifer's, and much perkier. They match her personality - that is, extremely energetic, over-the-top sexual, and always seeking attention. As you might guess, she was the real driving force behind what happened between us three. We met for the first time at a bar that doubled as a restaurant. I was initially incredibly nervous, meeting the two of them for the first time having already exchanged several e-mails about possibly having sex. I had to keep reminding myself that the two of them hadn't done anything with girls yet, and I had once - small comfort as that was. Once the food came, and we all drank a few beers, I actually started to relax. They were just two normal girls with a curious interest in lesbian sex, just like me. Jennifer and Rebecca had been friends for awhile, and their comfortable vibe rubbed off on me. We got along pretty well, which led to us getting along pretty drunk - drunk enough to grab a cab back to my apartment, which was the closest out of the three. We were all pretty tipsy when we finally got into my apartment. I got each of us a beer, and we moved to the bed... to watch television. The three of us sat on my bed with our backs to the wall, watching Family Guy. No kidding. It felt like a good date that goes bad when your date suddenly makes you watch a cheesy science fiction movie halfway through the night. I hated things being de-railed like that, because we had been having so much fun before. I suppose none of us wanted to be the first to say something, or bring up the fact that we had all met specifically to have sex. As I sat there, back against the wall, sitting nervously next to two beautiful and fun girls, I kept thinking about the fact that it shouldn't be awkward like this because we all knew why we were there. We'd even talked about it, how we wanted it to start, what we wanted to do... in those e-mails it had seemed so comfortable, so easy. I kept thinking, also, about my first time with my best friend, and how badly I screwed it up by being too afraid. If I didn't do this right, and get the full experience, I might never have the courage to do this again. So, I did the hardest thing in the world that I've ever done. I was on the end, and Jennifer was in the middle, with Rebecca on her other side. I turned to Jennifer and said, 'Hey.' It was the best I could manage given my nervousness. She turned to me, her face really close, and said, 'Yeah?'... I was unable to say anything, so I put my hand on her leg. I swear that my arm was numb from nervousness. For a few moments, we simply stared at each other's mouths. I remember thinking that her lips were very attractive, and, after a second or two, I kissed her. It was amazing, that first moment kissing her. It was my first purposeful kiss with another girl. Her lips were very different from a guy's, and very soft. I had kissed girls at parties before, or as a joke, but this was different. I could actually feel it and enjoy it without that 'limit' imposed by fear of being judged. I really, really liked it, and I kissed her like that for a long time. That was when Rebecca's personality first started to show through. She was bored with just watching us, or jealous, or simply feeling mischievous; I'm not sure which. I opened my eyes a few times while kissing Jennifer and saw Rebecca watching the two of us with interest. Eventually, Rebecca decided to join us in a very unique way. She took my hand and put it on Jennifer's side, right near the bottom of her shirt. We hadn't moved our bodies much, so I got the idea, and started feeling Jennifer's back underneath her shirt while I kissed her. Her skin was really soft - again, much different from a guy's. I freaked out mentally for a moment when I touched the bottom of her bra strap, but my panic quickly turned into excitement as I realized what that would soon lead to. And that was when Jennifer's personality first started to show through. She was extremely hesitant to do anything at all on her own. In fact, I started to worry that I was doing something wrong, because my unspoken attempts to up the passion of our kissing had met with a lot of resistance. Rebecca moved Jennifer's hand a few times onto my body, but, each time, that hand would freeze in place and refuse to move. Rebecca kept moving it with the same result, and, eventually, she sighed out of frustration. I couldn't help it; I laughed, and it caused both of them to laugh as well. I remember thinking that it felt very attractive to have a girl laughing an inch from my face and kissing me. After that tension breaker, Jennifer was a little more handsy, and Rebecca took our beers away. I was glad, because the cold bottle had been freezing my hand and limiting my movement. I didn't want to stop kissing Jennifer to put it down for fear that we might never start again. Rebecca's guiding of our hands started reaching into interesting territory, and it all felt that much more fun because the three of us were experiencing it together. We had a strange kind of group trust and passion that really got me into it. Rebecca kept guiding our hands to places that we wouldn't have gone on our own; Jennifer, especially, might have never done anything at all without Rebecca making her. Rebecca even unhooked Jennifer's bra for me, allowing me to get my first good, long, feel of another girl's breasts. It was definitely a surreal feeling, having Rebecca's hand on top of mine, guiding my hand under Jennifer's shirt and against her breast. I was initially surprised because feeling up a girl was interesting, yet not nearly as fun as guys seem to make it out to be. Her breasts were soft, warm, and inviting, but... strangely, it felt just like playing with my own breasts, but without the internal sensations. Her nipples were definitely different from mine, though, and I even felt them reacting to my touch while we kissed. It felt very intimate to have her body respond to me like that. Rebecca had to take Jennifer's hands and basically make her feel me up. I took my own bra off without breaking off my kissing her. I didn't want any disruptions in what was happening, because it really felt like Jennifer would take any reason to stop. She seemed to like what she was doing, but kept resisting each step forward. It made me wonder how the two of them decided to do this, and the realization hit me that this had to have been mainly Rebecca's idea. Jennifer was so fearful and hesitant, there was no way this was her idea. Did Jennifer confide in her best friend about possibly having this fantasy, and Rebecca made it happen? Jennifer did, however, grow more comfortable with kissing me, and let Rebecca mold us and guide our hands across each other's bodies for awhile. Eventually, our shirts got tangled up, and we realized that it 'was time.' I helped Jennifer take off her shirt, and she took off mine. Rebecca took her own shirt off and, much to my surprise, her bra was already gone somewhere. I knew that she had worn one, but I never saw her take it off. I must have been distracted by the soft feminine lips pressed against mine and the smooth body running underneath my fingers. That was a great moment. I think that was the first time I ever truly looked at another girl's breasts in a sexual way, thinking how attractive they were and how much I wanted to feel them. It was strange, having that desire, when I had just felt them moments ago and found the activity to not be that fun. Still, the three of us on the bed like that, with our shirts off, and everybody thinking the same thing... that sort of group trust felt really intimate and intense. Rebecca soon grabbed Jennifer and started kissing her. I guess Rebecca had decided it was her turn for some fun. I watched the two of them make out, amazed at how erotic and new a sight it was to me to watch two girls passionately make out. Jennifer was still very hesitant to participate, and, secretly, it started to annoy me. In retrospect, I think it was because she reminded me of myself during my first time - hesitant, fearful, and holding back. I took the opportunity to grab her hands and move them along Rebecca's lithe body, as had been done to me. I took great pleasure in pushing Jennifer to do things she was uncomfortable with, especially when I thought about how this might all be Rebecca's idea. In a way, I felt very sadistic in pushing Jennifer like that, but it turned me on too much for me to stop, as long as she didn't protest too much. Eventually, I found myself pushing Jennifer's head gently down, making her kiss the top of Rebecca's breasts. I was truly surprised to look up and see Rebecca grinning at me like she knew exactly what I was doing and feeling, like her and I were controlling Jennifer together, pushing her into doing more when she might otherwise stop. That connection with Rebecca was pretty damn exciting, and prompted me to try to guide Jennifer's head down further. I slowly got her to kiss one of Rebecca's nipples gently, and even got her to lick the underside of her breast. Unfortunately, when I tried guiding her down Rebecca's tummy, Jennifer came back up entirely and started kissing her on the lips again. I was really disappointed, but I definitely remember thinking how crazy these thoughts were for someone like me. Jennifer backed off even more when Rebecca took off her own pants, backing out entirely and leaving the gorgeous redhead to me. Rebecca really took me by surprise. She was much more energetic, and kissing her that first time was the most amazing make out session I've ever had. She was soft, hard, and passionate all at once. We moved along pretty fast; I was kissing her breasts fairly quickly, and it was a very different experience from just feeling breasts with my hands. Hers were slightly smaller than Jennifer's, but they were still a good size, and surprisingly solid. It was actually really fun to kiss and lick them, and I even licked the underside in the same place that Jennifer had. The thought that I was licking breasts in the same spot that another girl had just licked was pretty mind-blowing. For her part, Rebecca spent a long, long time kissing and licking and playing with my breasts and tummy, really seeming to enjoy herself. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that a gorgeous girl in just her panties was doing these things to me. And then, all of a sudden, she was at my pants. That was a pretty intense moment, when she pulled them off of me. Wearing nothing but my panties made me feel very exposed. I remember looking over at Jennifer, who was sitting on the far end of the bed, watching us. I never did make eye contact with her, because she was always looking at Rebecca. Then, I laid back against the pillows with my eyes closed and felt soft thumbs hook around the edges of my panties and slide them off. I remember thinking, 'Crap, this is really sex now,' and how I would have to orgasm and everything... from a girl... with a girl watching... and something made me sit up and stop her because I wasn't ready yet. It was weird because all I had to do was sit back and enjoy it, but, somehow, that was scarier than what I wanted to do instead. One of the few sensations I remembered from my first experience with my former best friend was a particular taste, because the taste and smell were all over me the morning after that. I still don't know if the taste was of my best friend or the random girl from the bar, or both, but the taste was definitely the strongest sense memory, and had been coming back to me every so often and making me ridiculously horny. That taste was one of the main reasons I had sought this second experience at all... So I switched places with Rebecca, kissed up her legs a little bit, and took off her panties. Wow, that moment would stay with me forever. I remember thinking her sex was insanely attractive, and there was that enticing smell, and everything felt so intimate and trusting and Jennifer even came over and rested her hand on my back while I laid there naked and stared between Rebecca's legs... and, well, I got my second taste of a girl. It was very, very intense. I remember being overwhelmed with beauty everywhere, and her taste, and the feel of it all, and the sensations on my mouth and tongue... and it was wet, really wet. I didn't like or dislike that. It was just... different. It was definitely way more fun than giving head to a guy. It was really fun to do, because there was so much to feel and taste and smell, and her body was so responsive. It did tire my tongue out, though, and I eventually had to stop with 'the fun' and start doing a rhythm over and over until she came. It was incredibly intimate and sexual and attractive, having her orgasm against my mouth, and I even felt her walls contracting around my tongue. That was pretty intense. Things became sort of a blur after that, because a major barrier had been broken for me. Rebecca switched with me and went down on me, and I just let myself enjoy it. I drank in how she looked doing it and how it felt, and it was really, really great. Her mouth was soft, and she knew what she was doing, and there was no facial hair to hurt me. I managed a strong pleasurable feeling for quite awhile... but I couldn't orgasm. I wasn't sure why, but it just wouldn't happen. Eventually, I was too sensitive for her to keep going, and I had to ask her to stop. Amazingly, she totally understood. I was afraid that she would be all hurt like a guy might have been, but she was fine with it. I feel like I could have had an orgasm if I had been more open about what I liked or wanted, but it was only my second time with a girl, so I wasn't quite there yet. But something did turn me on incredibly after that, enough for a very strong orgasm. Jennifer had taken off her pants while watching us, probably so that she didn't feel left out. She was sitting rather far away, too, on the far edge of the bed. She looked very nervous when she realized that 'her turn' was coming up. I wondered how we would handle this, but Rebecca took the initiative, something she would do many times after this. She leaned back against the pillows, spread her legs open a bit, and patted the sheet in front of her, beckoning Jennifer over. It took us quite awhile to get her over to Rebecca, and, even then, Jennifer spent forever just kissing her breasts and tummy. She was so hesitant that my annoyance started to return. I would be embarrassed when I thought about it the next day, but I grew a little impatient. I kept taking Jennifer's hand and guiding it downwards, holding it against Rebecca's glistening sex a little too forcefully. Rebecca and I kept telling Jennifer reassuring things like 'it's okay' and 'we did it too' and 'it's no big deal.' I definitely felt a little sadistic, but, somehow, that predatory feeling is what turned me on so much. We eventually got Jennifer to cup the outside of Rebecca's sex and rub her gently to an orgasm. Throughout most of the experience, Jennifer's eyes were a little glazed over, and her gaze stayed locked on her hand moving back and forth, as if she was really, really into it and trying to get every sensation she could out of it. Rebecca and I traded interested looks when we both noticed how she was enjoying it so much. Little did I know, that interest in Jennifer's hidden lust would shape quite a few of the following months. The other thing that would shape the following months was just how much coercing her like that turned me on. I'm not sure where it came from - maybe some internal desire to get back at myself for how fearful and hesitant I was in my first encounter with my best friend and that random girl - but it was intense. I was turned on enough seeing Jennifer get into what she was doing, that Rebecca looked down and noticed. I was on my knees on the bed next to them, in a perfect position for Rebecca's wandering hand to find my pussy and start fingering me gently while Jennifer rubbed her. Rebecca grinned at me, and motioned toward her blonde friend with her head. Curious to see Jennifer's reaction in her slightly dazed, focused state, I slowly slid my hand toward her crotch, able to reach it because she was on her knees next to me, between Rebecca's spread legs. Steps to Licking Pussy Ch. 01 Amazingly, Jennifer didn't try to stop me at all. Her resistance and hesitance were completely gone. The knowledge that she was too focused on Rebecca's pussy to notice me fingering her drove me absolutely wild. Every sensation from my fingers inside her soft folds seemed dangerous, exciting, and powerful. Rebecca watched me get excited, and increased the intensity of her ministrations on me. The three of us had orgasms at nearly the same time, each of us convulsing with pleasure from the hand of the girl next to us. The experience was intense - I had a very strong orgasm, and it felt different from any I've ever had. It felt dark, sadistic, and exciting. I knew I wanted more. Rebecca's wicked grin at me told me she wanted more, too. Jennifer was in a daze after that, probably shocked by what we had gotten her to do. Once they had dressed and were getting ready to board another cab for home, Rebecca hung back a bit while Jennifer got in the cab. I'll never forget what she said, because it was the start of everything that happened after. She turned to me with that same wicked grin. "You and I, let's work on her," she whispered excitedly. "Let's get her to lick pussy. I really want to see that!" I remember grinning as a twisted kind of sadistic anticipation built in me. I couldn't believe what I was thinking, but the idea of coercing the hesitant blonde into licking another girl was too strongly pleasurable to ignore. I could only nod my head in agreement, and watch Jennifer sitting in the cab while she stared in quiet disbelief at the hand that she had just used to get her best friend off. Steps to Licking Pussy Ch. 02 The idea of somehow seducing or subverting Jennifer into going down on a girl definitely got under my skin. The experience the three of us had was fun for me and I was interested in doing it again, but Jennifer seemed to totally shut down after that. I didn't know how Rebecca got her to go along with it in the first place. In a way, Jennifer's complete shying away from the subject every time one of us talked to her only got me more intrigued at the thought of cracking her. So, when Rebecca called me on the phone a few nights after our first experience, I was pretty excited. I was pretty certain what she wanted to talk about, and I was right. Our conversations always ended up centering on how we could get her into having sex with girls. First, we knew we had to figure out why she had been so hesitant and had completely shot down the idea of doing anything else with the three of us. Had she decided she was completely straight, or was she just afraid? Personally, I had a suspicion that she had a secret unconscious thing for Rebecca, and seeing me and her have sex probably bothered Jennifer quite a bit. Our phone conversations kept me in a kind of continual horny daze. Every night I'd rush home to call Rebecca and talk more about our plans. The idea of seducing and controlling Jennifer like that was just so erotic to me. I couldn't get it off of my mind. We even started to text about it during the day. Should we get her drunk again? I thought that wouldn't work, because she probably wouldn't even meet us and drink with us in the first place -- it would be too obvious what our intentions were. She and Rebecca still hung out, because they were best friends, so I suggested Rebecca make the first move, but Rebecca thought Jennifer wouldn't trust her enough that way for awhile. She had a point -- Rebecca was a very sexual person, and liked sex just for its own sake, and not necessarily as part of a relationship. Some people, especially Jennifer, could misinterpret that badly as callousness. These ideas kept running around in my head and making me constantly turned on. It was all so new, and strange, and subversive -- I loved it! At first, I would masturbate after I got off the phone, but, as we talked more and more, I couldn't wait that long. Rebecca had no problem playing with herself while talking on the phone with me, and that just added to the whole effect. Pretty soon, we would talk about ways to seduce Jennifer on the phone while openly masturbating together. It was strangely intimate, and probably the only time in my life I've ever had what basically amounted to phone sex. The whole situation was definitely getting to me, and I found myself checking out every attractive girl I passed and thinking about them sexually. I felt a tiny bit crazy, but in a good way, like there was this whole new realm of possibilities open to me. I fantasized about Rebecca's athletic body and her solid, perky breasts more often than not, and those fantasies were especially powerful when they included Jennifer going down on her, or me. Of course, Jennifer had no idea what we had in mind for her. Actually -- I should just ask her to tell me what she was thinking back then. She is, of course, between my legs right now, a little high on licking me. It's starting to feel really damn good, so I'll let her finish me, and then ask... ***** What was I thinking then? I think what Kira said was right. I was really hurt and feeling strange over our first encounter, and I wasn't sure why. It really bothered me to see Kira with Rebecca, and I was sort of angry in a way I couldn't really express, so I said the hell with it all and decided to just be normal old straight me and stop messing around with all the bi stuff, and definitely any bi stuff with Rebecca. She just wanted sex, and I... well... I don't know what I wanted. I couldn't really think or admit that to myself, so I just tried to ignore it. I was surprised when Kira called me and wanted to know if I was alright. She was so convincing, I actually thought she cared, and I thought I needed somebody to vent to about Rebecca, so I actually showed up to her apartment... And of course the first thing Kira did was get us both beers. She was really sly about that, really casual. I didn't think anything of it. I did think it was strange that Kira called me, considering that I hardly knew her, but she totally explained it away. "Well we're definitely friends now. We've been naked around each other," she said, and smiled sheepishly. "And that's more than I can say for most of my other friends." I just kind of laughed awkwardly and nodded to that. All I wanted to do was complain about Rebecca, really, and she was as good a person as any to listen to my complaints. "So, tell me what's wrong," Kira said, convincingly concerned. "I mean I don't know what to think really about what the three of us did, either... I've been freaking out about it a little." I was kind of surprised. I had thought Kira was like Rebecca, and could just have sex with a girl like that and not care. I had no idea what she was really thinking. Because I was surprised, I actually told her the truth. "Well, that... was my first orgasm ever," I suddenly blurted, surprised that I could actually admit that to someone else. I remember how surprised her expression was. I also remember thinking how cute her nose was when scrunched up, oddly enough. "Wow, what, really?" Kira asked, shocked. "When I... when my hand was on you, and your hand was on Rebecca?" I frowned, not wanting to think about it, because it had been really bothering me. I knew I had a girl-crush on Rebecca, and knew that a lot of my friends had similar feelings for friends and it didn't mean anything, but finally having my first orgasm in my entire life with girls made me really wonder about myself. "Yeah, I was just never able to," I spilled almost uncontrollably. "There was always some excuse, like the guy wasn't good enough, or I was tired.... I had just kind of stopped caring about actually having an... orgasm." Kira looked me over, still surprised. Her brown hair, pulled back in a pony tail, seemed almost as cute as when she had dressed up for our... thing... the week before. "You stopped caring about having an orgasm, until our... party," Kira said, trailing off, the exact word escaping her. "Well, were you finally able to orgasm because you enjoyed... well, let's just say it, because you enjoyed touching Rebecca, or because I was fingering you?" I felt my face turn red with embarrassment, both at the words and the thoughts behind them. I wonder if she noticed me sneaking glances at her cute brown eyes. "I don't know, I'm not sure," I said, pretty much walking right into what happened next. "Well you have a thing for Rebecca, right?" Kira asked, watching me carefully. "What? No! Well, I don't know," I responded, taken off guard. "I've just been wondering a lot about what happened..." "Well..." she said, trailing off for a long moment, making it obvious what she was suggesting before she said it. "Maybe we should... try it right now, to see which it was?" I felt my face burn even more red, and I tried to act dumb. Her concerned cute eyes were really getting to me, making me feel heady and confused. "Do what now?" "You know, maybe you should touch me, see if touching a girl is what helps you get off, or if it's just Rebecca," she said almost matter-of-factly. "Whoah, no," I replied quickly. "I'm done with all this bisexual stuff. I'm happy being totally straight." Kira smiled in a reassuring way. "It has nothing to do with being bisexual or not," she said comfortingly. "I'm straight, and I can handle this stuff fine. It's just sex." "Really? Isn't that a contradiction, having... sex... with a girl, but being straight?" I asked, falling for her game. "No, not at all," she said. "I'm straight because I want to be. Who's to say otherwise, even if I fool around with girls some? Besides, if you don't figure this out now, won't it strain your friendship forever?" I gulped as that idea hit home, because it was definitely all I could think about when I was around Rebecca. We were best friends, so I couldn't avoid her, and... I didn't really want to avoid her. I didn't say anything, but she took off her pants anyway. I should have noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties at all, but I didn't. I actually imagined that the one beer I had was making me slightly buzzed, to help me do what I was about to do. The sight of her slender legs open there in front of me on the bed where I watched her have sex with my best friend a week ago... where I had rubbed my best friend to an orgasm... I froze. Kira took my wrist and placed my hand on her, not really giving me a chance to think about it. Instinctively, I started feeling her, rubbing her like I did Rebecca. The feeling fascinated me, and I tried to feel as much of her as I could without actually putting a finger inside her. I was so absorbed in feeling her - another girl! - that I hardly cared when she put her hand on my jeans, unbuttoned them, and slid her hand under them. Secretly, I wanted to feel another orgasm, so I didn't stop her even when I couldn't pretend not to notice anymore. Pretty soon, I saw her legs flush and tense, and I knew she was feeling that intense wave of sensation I felt for the first time last week. The thought that I was now giving an orgasm to a second girl, combined with her soft middle finger in me, stimulating me, created pleasure that felt like tendrils of heat throughout my body and my mind both. I stared at my hand, watching her tummy heave as she orgasmed, and... something just clicked, and that surge of pleasure hit me for the second time in my life. I was surprised that it actually made me lose control for a few moments -- my body clenched, my eyes closed, and one of my fingers touched her a little deeper and came back wet. When I opened my eyes again, Kira was breathing a little heavily and looking at me intently, a question in her eyes. "Well, how was it?" she asked, touching my wrist. "Did you like it?" I nodded almost imperceptibly. "But I still don't know..." I said slowly, surprised by how into it I had gotten. I still wasn't sure what about the experience was strong enough to help me orgasm for the second time in my life. I made up some excuse to leave, and she showed me out of her apartment. When I was out near my car, I remembered my wet finger. I smelled it, and a unique scent that I vaguely remembered from the week before reached me. It kind of got to me, making me think more about what Kira and I had just done as I drove away in a daze. ***** I actually saw that out of my window. I watched Jennifer leave, and saw her smell her finger. I was so excited and turned on I thought I might burst. I texted Rebecca about the first step in our plan working. I thought she might call me and we might masturbate together on the phone, but, instead, she just texted me back 'come to my apartment.' Intrigued, I followed the directions she gave me, and ended up at her apartment pretty quickly. When I got there, she immediately closed her front door and grabbed me, kissing me hard. Totally caught by surprise, I just went with it, kissing her back passionately. Her long red hair got in my mouth some, but I didn't care. Without breaking off our kissing, she pulled me back towards her bedroom, and I fell on her as she lay on the bed. Her soft lips were just as energetic and wonderful as the first time the week before, and they quickly found their way down my neck. I lifted my own shirt off frantically, and she rolled over on top of me and started kissing my breasts just above my bra. "I just... got your best friend... to finger me," I breathed, excited and turned on as hell. "I wanna see where it happened," she replied with a wicked grin as she kissed down my tummy, unzipping my jeans and sliding them down in one motion. They got stuck around my one foot, but she didn't pause; she kissed straight to my sex, surprising me with her lust. She must have been as turned on as me by the thought of what I got Jennifer to do! I felt a moist hard muscle flatten and slide up my lips, making me jump. She penetrated me deeply with her tongue, and then licked me frenziedly, causing me an almost painful pleasure. I heard her slide her pants off without taking her mouth from my sex, and she stopped only for a brief moment to bring her body around over me. It was all way too fast for me, given that sex with a girl was so new to me still, but I couldn't say no -- I was insanely turned on myself, and her passion was contagious. Her smooth tummy and athletic legs slid over my head, and I adjusted myself to get a good position under her. I didn't pause to take in the beauty of her sex this time -- this time, I slid right up and kissed her lips, slid my tongue into her folds, and tasted a girl for the third time, trying to match her energy as she threatened to overwhelm me with the intense sensations her hard tongue and soft lips and exploring fingers were bringing to my body. All of it was so fun, and spontaneous, and passionate! In almost no time at all, I bucked against her soft body, her perky tits pressing into my tummy and her tongue pressing against my clit in a quick rhythm. Much to my surprise, when the pleasure had run its course... I still wanted to lick her pussy! She stayed where she was, kissing my sex gently, as I licked and tongued her heated and wet folds until I got what I was looking forward to, that intimate clenching of her walls against my tongue and her soft body pressing to mine uncontrollably. Finally, when her body relaxed, she rolled off of me and laid next to me on the bed. "So what do we do to Jennifer next?" she asked, smiling wickedly, her lips and chin still wet. Steps to Licking Pussy Ch. 03 I left Rebecca's apartment the next morning in a daze, my thoughts filled with what I had gotten Jennifer to do, and what Rebecca had gotten me to do. I kept thinking about what I saw Jennifer doing -- sitting in her car, not sure how to react, smelling her finger -- I kept thinking about this while I, ironically, sat in my car, not sure how to react, and smelled Rebecca's scent all over me. I still tasted her every time I swallowed or licked my lips. For a few minutes I just drove around slowly, not sure where I was going or what I was doing. I kept looking at myself in the rear-view mirror, tracing the soft lines of my face and my long brown hair and staring at my own shapely brown eyes, suddenly very aware of the fact that I was female, and that I had just had sex with another girl. It wasn't just fooling around and experimenting like last time. I don't know what came over me. I was so into her, I kissed her so hard, I just slid right up and... ate her out! I had no trouble having an orgasm like the first time... I really, really enjoyed it... but what bothered me most is that I had an orgasm and then... still wanted to taste her. I still wanted to lick her, to have my mouth against her sex! I could still feel those soft, wet, intimate folds sliding against my face, from when I licked her deeply. I could still feel the walls of her vagina as they clenched around my tongue during her orgasm, and still hear her breathing heavily and gasping. The skin around my mouth was even still slightly sticky. I shook my head to try to re-center my thoughts. Whenever I thought about Rebecca or Jennifer, I felt strangely light and my heart started to race. I was beginning to become really attracted to them. It felt exciting to walk so close to 'the line,' basically flirting with bisexuality, but... still... I was hesitant. I was afraid. I wasn't sure what I was afraid of -- maybe of losing control. Bisexuality was one thing... at least then I could have chosen who I wanted to be, could still have been gone back to being my normal old self... but I was afraid I might start enjoying it all a little too much if things kept going the way they had been. Finally, I decided: next time Rebecca wanted me to have sex with her, I'd just offer to masturbate together instead. That would be fine with me... that would be something a girl just experimenting or having fun would do... not a big deal at all compared to passionately making out, grabbing each other, falling on the bed and... going down on each other... I shook my head again, trying not to think about how her soft breasts felt while pressed into my tummy, or how intimate and unique she tasted... or how slick she was against my tongue... or how warm her thighs had been against my cheeks... Somehow, I had reached home while lost in my thoughts. I quickly locked my car door and rushed up to my apartment. I barely managed to close and lock my apartment door, before I slid my pants down to my ankles, sat roughly on the carpet with my back against the door, and started masturbating, as turned on as I had been the night before. I was overwhelmed with everything that had happened. The lack of control, the passion of it all, was so erotic... I breathed in, smelling her all over me, tasting her on my lips. I re-imagined every sense memory I had of her, feeling her skin on me, the warmth of her body, that insistent wet little muscle inside me, licking me, sliding against me, flicking me, making me feel so good -- but, most of all, the thought of myself, face buried in a pussy, loving every second of it. I felt a huge, natural, long, spontaneous orgasm coming -- that rare, best kind, when something erotic gets under my skin and basically compels me to masturbate. I was so excited. It had been a long time since I had had one of those. I was looking forward to it immensely, sinking my thoughts totally into my fantasy. I was almost there when a knock sounded on the door a foot above my head, making me jump in absolute terror and embarrassment. It was Jennifer of course, and, as soon as she's done licking me under my desk as I write this, I'll ask her, and write her story down... God, she's so good at it... ***** I had been hanging around Kira's place for almost twenty minutes, trying to work up the nerve to knock, when I saw her come home. I hadn't even realized she wasn't home. I didn't wonder where she had been all night, though I should have. It took me another five or ten minutes to work up the courage. I remember telling myself, it's Sunday morning, come on, hurry up and do it, you don't have all day. It's the last day of the weekend. That was such a silly reason to finally do it, but it worked. I screwed myself up tall, walked right up, and knocked. I heard a fumbling on the other side, but wasn't sure what it was. "Kira?" I said through the door. "It's me, Jennifer." I wasn't sure why I was there. Well, actually, I knew exactly why I was there... I just couldn't put into words. I had had two orgasms now, both from Kira's hand, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't believe I had gone my whole life without feeling an orgasm -- the anticipation, the body-filling pleasure, the release, the relaxation after. I had had all night and morning to think about it, ever since I excused myself from Kira's apartment and left, and, in the warm morning light, I found myself getting dressed, driving around, and somehow ending up in Kira's parking lot. I had slept, but it had been difficult, and I kept feeling echoes of that reverberating pleasure in my body whenever I laid down, like feeling ocean waves after a day at the beach. Finally, the door opened. Kira looked completely flushed, and seemed a little off. Oddly, whatever was going on with her somehow made her even more attractive. "Hey," she said, breathing slightly heavily. "How's it going... good morning, I guess?" "Yep," I said awkwardly, looking around. I didn't really have a plan. "You... need something?" Kira asked, slightly confused. Her flushed face and slight tired breathing really intrigued me. "Have you... been exercising or something?" I asked, curious. "Yeah," she responded, suddenly nodding. "Yeah... I was exercising, when you knocked." "By the door?" I asked, confused, and thinking of the clatter I had heard. She looked away, trying to think of something to say. "Oh my god," I said suddenly, figuring it out. "You weren't exercising, you were..." "Yeah, yeah," she replied, cutting me off. She didn't seem that embarrassed or angry. It was more like she was... antsy. "Look, can we maybe talk later or something? I'm kind of... in a hurry." She straightened up a bit, silently indicating that she wanted to close the door. "See you... later I guess?" she said, starting to close the door, and probably thinking I was weird because I came over with seemingly no purpose. "Wait!" I said abruptly, without realizing it. "Yeah?" she asked, looking at me expectantly. I found myself avoiding looking at her cute brown eyes as soon as I realized what I was about to say. "I..." I said slowly. "I... could... help with that...." For a few long moments, she just stared at me, and I wished desperately that I could look her in those cute brown eyes and see what she was thinking. Finally, she spoke. "Ok, come in," she said hurriedly. Almost the moment I stepped inside, she closed the door, pulled me by the sleeve, and retreated to the couch. She didn't even bother taking her shirt or socks off, she just pulled her pants down. I noticed that her panties were already on the floor in the corner. She had answered the door without them on. That thought made me feel... a tiny bit warm. I didn't have time to focus on it, though, because she immediately opened up her legs, putting one up the side of the couch and one down on the floor, exposing herself completely. I found myself staring at her sex. Her lips were slightly red, and enlarged. I realized that she really had been masturbating, and had probably been pretty far along. Her scent hung faintly in the air around her. No wonder she had been so antsy and in a hurry! Warm, familiar feelers started to wrap around my thoughts, now that I was back in the scary but alluring situation that had helped me orgasm twice before... a girl's legs spread open before me. Kira's breathing had grown heavy again, out of anticipation. She leaned an arm forward, gently placed her hand on the back of my head, and guided me down. I leaned forward, wanting a better look, until I realized that she wanted me to... lick her! I pulled back, sitting straight up. "No, no," I said suddenly, scared. "I don't want to do that!" "Ok, ok," Kira replied, sounding disappointed. "I thought you wanted to help?" Her cute brown eyes watched me expectantly. "I just meant that I'll... you know," I said sheepishly. "It's nothing I haven't... done before... and you're my friend, after all... and I did interrupt you..." My excuses trailed off when she took my hand quickly and placed it against her sex, in the same place it was before. I leaned forward to get a better angle, which brought me a foot or two from her face. I started to rub her, middle finger on her slit like last time, watching the emotions and sensations play across her face. It only took a minute or two to bring her to orgasm, but, in that minute, I was overwhelmed trying to keep track of all the experiences hitting me. My hand on her engorged lips, my palm rubbing her clit, my middle finger rubbing her very wet slit, the utter lust and pleasure in her cute brown eyes, her soft features clenching with orgasm... by the time she relaxed, collapsing into the couch, I had completely forgotten that I had come here seeking my own pleasure. As she laid there, legs sprawled in satisfaction on the couch cushions, and I sat next to her on its edge, I suddenly remembered that I had come here seeking a third orgasm, and I cursed mentally as I realized that it was probably too late now. I had rubbed a girl to orgasm -- again! -- for nothing. "Wow, that was great," Kira said softly. "I'm surprised at you. I thought you didn't want to do anything with girls. You just wanted to figure out what let you orgasm." I frowned apologetically. "Yeah," I told her. "That's actually... why I came here." "Oh..." Kira said, trailing off for a moment, then touched my dangling blonde hair. "Do you want me to... do you?" I bit my lip nervously. I figured, what the hell, I should at least try it. It couldn't hurt, right? Secretly, I would have accepted any reasoning and done anything to feel the third orgasm of my life. Orgasms were so new, so... amazing. I nodded to her almost imperceptibly. "Ok," she said, thinking. "Sit up against the back of the couch." I did what she told me to, and she moved onto the floor. I tensed up as she tugged my pants down. It tickled immensely when her thumbs curled around the edges of my panties to pull them off. I grew increasingly nervous, and felt incredibly exposed when I was finally naked in front of her. I kept thinking about the cuteness of her face, watching as she descended toward my center, moistening her lips as she approached. I grew so nervous I thought I would explode. "Wait, stop," I told her suddenly. She turned her cute brown eyes up at me from between my legs. I saw her sneak a glance down at my exposed center, then look back at me, as I continued. "It's just... the first two times... it was with hands, you know? And last time I didn't get to pay attention to the whole... experience..." She nodded, and slowly snaked her hand up my thigh. The closer it got to me, the more my nervousness returned. I suddenly found myself stopping her hand with mine, because I was afraid of sitting there and getting fingered. What would I look at? What would I think about, just sitting there, a pants-less girl fingering me? How could I not stare at her face, think about how cute she was, and... to fight those cute brown eyes that were always challenging my gaze...! I couldn't do it. I needed... distraction. "Um, sorry, I... want it to be exactly like last time," I told her. "Okay, sure," she replied agreeably, moving up to sit next to me. "There's just one problem." "What's that?" I asked, fearful. "Well, I just came..." she explained. "It's going to be a lot harder to get me off the second time. You might have to do a little more." "More?" I asked, even more worried and fearful now. "Just with your hand," she reassured me. "There's a... spot... that feels really good." I knew exactly what she was talking about, and my fear suddenly became justified. "But then I'd have to put my finger... in you," I said unhappily. "I don't want to do that. I've never..." "Of course you have," Kira said abruptly. "You've put a finger inside yourself, right? It's no different. And you've rubbed the outside of me, it's only one finger's difference, right?" I swallowed heavily, suddenly feeling very put on the spot. Still, I wanted that third orgasm. What was one finger a little out of place, in exchange for another wonderful orgasm? I'd even gotten her wetness on that finger last time, so what was the big deal? I nodded hesitantly, and reached out a hand. Kira took my hand, scooted back a bit, opened her legs, and guided me on to the couch. I rested with one knee on the cushions, and one leg on the floor, so that we could both reach each other. Her legs curled in between mine, their warmth making me nervous. They reminded me that I was about to fool around with a girl for a fourth time - four times already?! - and I wondered in fear if I would start to get used to this... to fooling around with... other girls... but then I reminded myself that it wasn't about girls, it was about figuring out how to have orgasms, so it was just fooling around. That was all... no big deal. I was startled when her hand touched my lower tummy, already upside down, fingers sliding downward. I held my breath for a moment, nervous, her soft fingers feeling really warm on my skin. She paused, waiting, and I looked up to see her cute brown eyes watching me with a question. I realized she was waiting for me, so I went ahead and... put my hand on her, again. She touched me at the same moment I touched her. She matched my hand movements, only rubbing the outside of me at first. I felt as much as I could through my hand, feeling her soft and warm lips, until I started to notice that her hand didn't feel very good on me. She just kept rubbing my outside, like I was doing to her. Disappointed, I realized that I really would have to go through with it. Biting my lip, I curled my middle finger slowly, steeling myself and... slid it in her. I was intensely nervous for a few moments, until I realized that it felt like a new and different version of my own insides. I felt around with my finger under the pretext of looking for that spot she wanted, taking in every little fold and crevice that I could feel. I was absolutely fascinated, and felt my world shrinking like it had the first two times. It became just me, my hand, and the sensations of feeling around inside her. She was so wet, so slick, so... alive... and I felt her clench every so often. I felt like I suddenly understood her sex, its shape and feel, and its pleasure centers. Feeling around, I suddenly got it. I realized that I really could make another girl feel good... pleasure her... even make her orgasm! For some reason, I felt whatever she felt, felt fingers wherever I touched her... and I wanted that orgasm, for me, and for her. I used my new knowledge, putting my palm across her clit and my middle finger curled up inside her folds. I was just able to reach that spot she wanted with my finger, and started rubbing it consistently, delighting in the slickness and feel of her. Even the scent grew stronger, and started to turn me on immensely. I found myself feeling incredible pleasure from the thought that I was working on another girl's pussy, and bringing her to orgasm. I felt my own pleasure rise along with hers, felt soft fingers mimicking my own. After many long minutes with just my hand, the pussy in front of me, and the warm pleasure wrapping itself around me, I suddenly found my body rushing with heat. The pleasure ran through me like a wave of heat, and the entire time I just kept picturing what I felt in her sex, and what I was staring at -- my hand bringing her to orgasm. I just kept thinking -- I'm bringing a pussy to orgasm! It was amazing, intimate, beautiful... Her rapid breathing matched my own, and I held on as long as I could, but eventually had to buck my body in response to the rushing orgasm. When I finally relaxed, breathed out, and breathed back in, my world started to return. I remembered suddenly that there was a girl attached to that pussy, and I was really embarrassed. Had she seen how much I liked it? What did she think of me? Did she think I was a lesbian or something? I felt my face grow red with embarrassment. I looked at her and found those cute brown eyes watching me again, framed by her long brown hair, matted from sweat. Some of the matting of her hair seemed old, though, as if she had partied last night after I left or something. I hadn't noticed it earlier, and I thought nothing of it. "So..." Kira said, exhausted, but smiling. "You definitely had an orgasm. I felt it." I swallowed nervously again. I wanted more than anything to bolt and run. "So what do you think helps you orgasm?" she asked, sounding genuinely interested. "Is it... touching a girl?" "No, it's not that," I replied suddenly, unsure if I was lying. "I don't know... I'm still not sure." "Alright," Kira said gently. "Do you want to try again tomorrow maybe?" "Tomorrow's Monday, I've got class. I don't think I can," I told her, knowing full well that I would end up calling her as soon as classes were over, just like I showed up here this morning. I might try to resist, but sooner or later I'd show up, looking to get off... I felt slightly like an addict planning how to get her next hit. I just wish I knew if my drug was the pleasure of an orgasm... or the sensations of another girl's sex. I left fairly quickly after that, still amped up from the rush. I felt a little more alive, a little more energetic, and a little more happy as a person after having my life's third orgasm. I was worried, because I knew for certain I would be fingering Kira again the next day, but it was starting to bother me less and less. Pussy is just a means to an end, I kept telling myself. I'll figure out what gets me off, I kept thinking, and then I can go back to quiet old boring me, a little more fulfilled. Who doesn't experiment in college, right? It's no big deal... but when did I start thinking the word pussy? I was always embarrassed by that word before. When did that change? ***** I closed the door behind Jennifer when she left, and locked it in amazement, excitement, and relief. Amazement, because I had never expected her to come to me like that, excitement, because I had worked her perfectly into moving forward a step, and relief, because I was bodily and mentally tired from... all the sex, basically! I wanted to masturbate one more time, to the intensely sadistic pleasure I felt out of knowing I manipulated Jennifer into putting a finger into me, but I just didn't have the energy. I decided to file it away mentally for later... a very soon later. I knew I would have an incredible orgasm thinking about that. I collapsed lazily in the shower for a good forty five minutes before a coherent thought even graced my mind. I just kept running through everything that had happened. How did I go from curious about my first threesome, the event that lost me my best friend, to having sex with girls left and right? I couldn't help but wonder where my best friend was. She had confessed to being in love with me, and I had totally kicked her to the curb. I wondered where she was, who she hung out with, and if she was with some other girl. I wish I could ask her questions -- like what she felt, what she wanted, and how she knew if she was a lesbian, or just bi... Steps to Licking Pussy Ch. 03 The day passed slowly as I lazed around my apartment, recovering my sense of self and trying to process everything that had happened. I purposely didn't tell Rebecca what had happened with Jennifer until eight or nine. As I expected, she instantly texted me back 'Come see me', but, instead, with my newfound resolve, I called her, and told her my new stance. "So no sex," Rebecca said, repeating back to me. "Just masturbating together?" "Yeah," I replied hesitantly, trying to figure out how she felt about that. "Kira... silly... I'm at the library," Rebecca told me, laughing. "I'm studying. I just wanted to talk about what happened." "Oh..." I replied, feeling stupid. "I'm just sitting here anyway... I guess I could come to the library." "Better hurry," she told me. "It closes in an hour and a half." I got dressed, and headed over to the university library that Rebecca was at. I found her sitting at a table in the corner, by herself, studying. Her long red hair was particularly shiny and attractive for some reason, as if she had dressed up to go to the library. Actually, knowing her, she probably did. "Hey," Rebecca said when she saw me. "So tell me what happened." I sat down across from her. It felt weird to bring these sorts of concepts into a library. "Well..." I whispered. "Jennifer basically showed up at my apartment as soon as I got home." "What? Really?" Rebecca whispered back. "Did she know you slept at my apartment?" I shook my head. "That's so hot!" Rebecca whispered. "What did she say?" "She said she could help with what I was..." I replied quietly, without thinking. "With what?" she asked, grinning and leaning over closer to me. "What were you doing?" I grumbled and said nothing. "You were doing yourself, weren't you?" Rebecca asked slyly in a whisper. "To what?" Again, I said nothing, and just looked around, wishing she would stop asking. "Oh my god," she said suddenly, her grin widening. "You were diddling yourself thinking about last night, weren't you? About me?" "Yeah, kind of," I grumbled. "Want to know a secret?" Rebecca whispered, straining to lean even closer over the table. "I did too, thinking about what we did. Wasn't it crazy? It's been on my mind all day, making me inappropriately turned on." Then, she leaned back, hiked up her skirt a little bit, and I saw her arms start moving. She looked around, making sure nobody was near us, and looked at me. "Come on," she whispered, smiling wickedly. "Right here?" I asked, freaking out. "Someone will see!" "I don't think so," she said. "I do think so!" I whispered back angrily. "Well, what can I do?" she shot back. "I have to take care of myself now because we can only masturbate together, right?" "Are you kidding?" I asked her. "Come on!" "Eat me out under the table, or I'll start moaning loudly," she threatened, smiling evilly. I stared at her in shock, surprised by her directness. She watched me with that evil smile, and let out a small moan. I thought somebody across the library stirred, but I didn't see anyone approach. "Stop it!" I whispered, furious. "Only if..." she replied, looking down. She moaned softly again, still smiling. Frustrated, I looked around, then slid down under the table. The table was a long, heavy, classic wood table, and I doubted anyone would have been able to see me under it, at least not from any angle the close bookshelves made possible. A foot or two in front of me, I saw her slender hand against her exposed sex, two of her fingers framing her clit. "Hurry," I heard her whisper. I was angry, but oddly excited. I had never done anything like this before... not to mention, her sex was very attractive to me. Seeing it brought back scents, tastes, and textures from the night before. I moved closer. One more time wouldn't hurt. I could put my foot down some other time, when Rebecca couldn't blackmail me. Yeah, just this once couldn't hurt... I adjusted my knees, getting a good angle, and kissed the top of her sex. Almost immediately, I felt myself sliding back into that passion from the night before. Everything I said to Jennifer today came back to me, and that look on her face as she got utterly lost in feeling me inside turned me on so much... I felt myself getting a little heated, a little wet, and it helped me sink into the experience of licking Rebecca under the library table. Something about the dim light under the table made me feel alright getting messy. I slid my tongue in her as far as I could, getting my face and nose wet with her juices. I decided to really take the time and enjoy it, because I didn't want to do this, so why should she get a quick orgasm? I licked around as deep inside her as I could, feeling very erotic. This was the first time I really had gotten to just enjoy a pussy, and I took advantage of it. Somebody must have walked by, because Rebecca straightened up suddenly. I grinned when nothing happened. Who was in control now? Rebecca couldn't get up until I had finished with her. I tongued her passionately, making out with her sex. Every so often she would try to reach a hand down and touch her clit, but I would bat her fingers away. I explored the bottom of her lips with my tongue, where they came together, and found I liked how the texture of her folds changed near there. I sucked gently on her engorged lips, taking in every little taste and feeling I could from every little part of her, but avoiding her clit. After a seeming eternity playing with her pussy, I heard her whisper. "Please," she begged quietly. "Please, Kira, get me off." I grinned against her sex, and kissed slowly around her, teasing her. "Please!" she whispered. I decided -- fine, I wanted to do it anyway. I used two fingers to pull back the hood of her clit, and gently took it between my lips. The moment I started sucking on it and flicking it with my tongue, she started to jump. She was so wet that most of my face was covered in her juices, but that just meant her scent was stronger, and that turned me on even more. I sucked and flicked until I felt all of her muscles tighten, and I quickly slid my tongue as deep into her as I could. I got what I wanted -- I felt her walls clench against my tongue. Amazing, I thought to myself. So intimate, so much fun. I found my way out from under the table, and wiped all the juices off of my face. I grinned at Rebecca, noticing her slight sheen of sweat and flushed skin. Who's in control now? I thought to myself again, laughing mentally. We looked around, but nobody seemed to have noticed us. I was painfully turned on, but I didn't know what to do about it. "Come here," Rebecca whispered desperately, fixing her skirt and grabbing my hand. "Where?" I asked her, as she led me to the farthest row. "Here?" "The library closes in twenty minutes," she whispered. "Nobody's coming." "Well what did you want to -" I started to reply, but she cut me off by kissing me hard. Her lips and tongue felt so soft, so good... I had been missing them without realizing it. Her hand found my tummy, and started sliding downward. I started to resist, remembering that I was supposed to put my foot down. "Think about Jennifer," she whispered in my ear as her fingers slid under my pants and underwear. "Innocent prude little blonde girl, thinking she's exploring..." Rebecca's soft fingers slid right in me. I was soaked, and I could feel how heated I was down there. Her fingers felt amazing, as I pictured Jennifer hanging around outside my door, unsure how to phrase what she wanted. "Her hand on you," Rebecca whispered. "Listening to your good reasons, your excuses, your coaxing... putting a finger in you..." My hands found the book shelves around me to keep me from falling down; the pleasure from Rebecca's fingers in my extremely turned on state was almost too much. "Tomorrow she'll come to you," Rebecca whispered. "She'll be hesitant... she'll be fine with putting a finger in you... but you'll want more..." I held on to the shelves behind me tightly. I kept picturing how I almost guided her head to my sex, how I almost got her to lick me before she pulled back. I wanted to see her lick pussy so bad. It was more than a game... it was a conquest. I wanted to conquer Jennifer, make her go down on a girl. "You want to see that pretty blonde face and those large breasts between a girl's legs," Rebecca whispered to me. "Obediently and obsessively licking." "Yeah," I half-breathed, half-moaned. "Yes!" Rebecca's middle finger curled and rubbed against my spot even as her hand rubbed my clit. Soaking, heated, I fought to keep from making noise. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, the hot sparks flashing in my brain as I kept picturing Jennifer licking pussy. Rebecca kept her hand in me until my hard muscles finally relaxed, and I breathed a long sigh. She finally pulled her hand out of me, and held it up to me. In my exhausted state, I licked her fingers clean without thinking, even sucking them a little bit to make sure. I couldn't believe I had her pussy on my breath again, and my own on top of that. So much for not having lesbian sex today... I jumped to alertness at thinking the phrase 'lesbian sex.' That's what it was, surely, but... that didn't mean anything, right? Rebecca's deep green eyes watched me as she leaned in and kissed me deeply for a moment. How does that girl go from freak to sweet in half a second? "We gotta go, library's closing," she said softly. "You staying at your apartment? Or...?" Her question made me think about last night, the part that really bothered me, after the passionate sex... the part I tried not to think about all day... when I laid next to her on her bed, feeling her soft skin against mine, listening to her breathing, her sleek hair touching my face, watching her breasts rise and fall with her breath... "I'm kind of low on gas," I found myself saying, feeling out of my own body even as I did. "Can I just... get a ride with you?" "Sure," she said, grinning, and kissed me quick on the lips. "My apartment it is." Steps to Licking Pussy Ch. 04 For a few weeks, things started to stabilize. I found some excuse to stay at Rebecca's apartment almost every night, and Jennifer found some excuse to come visit me after class every day or two. I kept trying to rationalize what was going on, telling myself that my time with Rebecca was only about sex... but a few days into this new pattern, things cooled off physically between me and her drastically. Whenever I brought up the possibility of sex, Rebecca seemed almost uninterested. I was pretty sure, even then, that her disinterest was related to the wall I'd hit with Jennifer. Every day or two, Jennifer would call me with some thinly disguised excuse, and she'd come over to my apartment. Sometimes, I'd wake up at Rebecca's late, and have to rush over to my own apartment, so that Jennifer wouldn't start to get suspicious. Each time she came over, Jennifer and I would make silly small talk for a few minutes, and then end up fingering each other. Soon after that, she'd find another thinly disguised excuse to leave. After awhile, the excuses and small talk started to fall away, and our get-togethers became almost a habit. Jennifer would call, show up, we'd get each other off without pretense, and off she'd go. The sadistic thrill of control faded for me, because Jennifer absolutely would not do anything more, or anything different, no matter how hard I tried to manipulate her or convince her. After she left, I'd spend my days mostly alone, feeling increasingly empty after each encounter. It was only late at night, when Jennifer had gone home, that Rebecca would text me, and I'd head over to her apartment to hang out and sleep next to her. That, too, started to make me feel a little bad, even as it made me confused and oddly happy. Hanging out with her at night was really fun -- we'd watch movies, drink a little, talk about school and life -- but every time I brought up sex, she'd immediately shut down or shrug it off. I tried to contain my conflicting feelings as best I could, but it started to get painful. The longer we went without even anything as simple as kissing, the more attractive she started to seem to me. Sometimes, while watching movies in the dark, I caught myself staring at the soft lines of her neck, or the moist curves of her lips, or the sheen of her sleek red hair, whenever she wasn't looking. The more attracted to her I found myself, the more painful the question repeating in my head became -- 'why aren't you interested in me anymore?' And then there was that other question, the deeper, darker, more nebulous one -- 'why do I care so much?' Even her laugh, her smile, and the face she made when yawning became attractive to me. I lived every day excited to go see her again, until the pain and confusion of our lack of physical interaction started to eat away at the excitement. I started to make excuses not to see either of them. I watched Rebecca's reactions to each excuse like a hawk, hoping to see any sign of unhappiness -- but, maddeningly, she didn't seem too bothered if I didn't come over. Jennifer, on the other hand, was unhappy by the second or third time I pulled a no-show, and I could tell from her regular text messages that she was growing increasingly frustrated. I was growing really depressed about the whole situation. The more my excitement for Rebecca and Jennifer faded, the more I thought about my ex-best friend. I kept wondering where she was, whether she was happy, whether she might still love me, and if she could somehow save me from all of this, if only I could find her. She didn't seem to have a Facebook page -- what the hell, who doesn't have a Facebook page? -- and nobody I talked to from 'the good old days' had heard from her in awhile. Had she 'pulled a hippie,' and gone to some third world country to build houses for the poor or something? If anyone would have done that, it would have been her. I really felt like I was about to bottom out in depression, when something happened that suddenly jolted me back into the positive realms of emotion. I hadn't heard from Jennifer in almost a week, and, despite my now almost overwhelming attraction to Rebecca, had hardly had more than a shallow passing conversation with her in awhile. I wished that I had something to grab Rebecca's attention with again, and, surprisingly, I got it. A simple kernel of excitement showed up on my phone. It was a text from Jennifer, stating, quite clearly, that she was 'desperate,' that I couldn't 'leave her hanging like this,' and, most importantly, that she would 'do anything' to continue our little rituals. 'Do anything' -- now that was a powerful phrase. It almost instantly sparked my imagination. When I read that text message, I smiled, because I knew that things were about to look up. I dialed Rebecca's number, a simple but exciting plan already forming in my thoughts. ***** I was ecstatic when Kira finally said I could come over. It had been a few weeks since I had last had an orgasm by her hand, and, try as I might, I just could not manage to get myself off alone. I tried ignoring her for an entire week, but that only made the pressure build exponentially. Pretty soon, almost every minute of every day, I was walking around thinking about and wanting another orgasm. A whole new world had opened up to me, and then had suddenly been taken away, and I was desperate to have it back again. I still believed that I just needed to figure out what it was that helped me orgasm, and then I could quit fooling around with girls and go back to the old, safe, quiet me. Before her sudden cold shoulder, Kira and I had fingered each other ten or eleven times. I had almost gotten used to it -- almost started looking forward to it, even. My orgasms had gotten a little better with each encounter, seemingly correlated with my own measure of how skilled I was at getting her off. The better I felt at pleasuring her, the stronger my pleasure was. I had been looking forward to better and better orgasms through practice -- and then, bam, she basically disappeared. It hadn't taken me long to break down and text her that I would 'do anything' to fool around again. I simply couldn't take the pressure anymore. I had been walking around horny and frustrated for days, and I finally broke after a marathon hour-long masturbation session that still failed to get me off. Exhausted, I had texted her that I was desperate... and she actually said I could come over! By the time I was getting out of my car near her apartment, I was starting to regret what I had said. All sorts of terrifying images danced through my thoughts as I imagined what she might want me to do. I wonder if she knew just how strongly I felt held hostage. I knew that there was a good chance that she might ask me to... lick her... down there... and I wasn't entirely sure that I could say no. As I walked up the street to her apartment, I couldn't stop thinking about it. On the one hand, I was terrified, grossed out, and unhappy at the idea of going down on a girl. The idea simply had too many labels and ideas and connotations attached to it for me to accept. On the other hand... we'd fingered each other quite a few times, and it's not like her scent was unpleasant or anything... and my fingers did feel really nice and intimate inside her... By the time I found myself knocking on her door, I felt high on fear, adrenaline, and excitement. I felt light-headed and buzzed, because I was actually starting to think I might say yes if Kira asked me to go down on her. I would say no at first, and hesitate, and resist, and probably not do it unless she was really, really insistent... but a maelstrom of anxiety and elation filled me at the thought that, a hundred questions and tons of coddling and excuses down the line, if she did everything just right, I might actually say yes... "Hey, Jennifer!" Kira said happily as she opened the door. "How have you been?" "Good," I replied, smiling and trying not to seem too light-headed. Kira's cute brown eyes hit my awareness with a thud, almost immediately putting me on the defensive. I had forgotten how cute she was. Her long brown hair was shiny and straightened, and she was wearing a really tight-fitting top. I found myself sneaking glances at her round tits as she led me inside. They were just so... alluring... somehow. I found myself wondering if she had prettied up so much just for me. At the same time that I found her strangely attractive, I also laughed a little mentally, at the thought that Kira had no idea that I was only interested in one part of her. The thought made me relax a little bit, put me a little less on edge... at least until I walked into the next room with Kira, to find Rebecca sitting in a chair, blindfolded, wearing shorts and a green hoodie with the hood laid back. Kira put a finger to her lips to indicate silence and looked at me, grinning. 'What the fuck?' I mouthed, not actually making any noise. 'She doesn't know it's you,' Kira replied slowly, mouthing each word silently. I stood there for several long moments, silent and stunned. All this time, the last few weeks, that Rebecca and I had been hanging out like usual, going shopping, seeing movies, going to clubs, eating lunch between classes -- had she been sneaking off to... to... to fool around with Kira? Rebecca would do way more than me sexually, if so -- so what the hell did that make me to Kira? Some kind of backup in case Rebecca was busy? I started to feel really hurt and angry. I had a crush on Rebecca, sure, and it tortured me whenever we hung out, but I thought I had been fighting it pretty well. I thought I had been avoiding messing with any feelings for girls by practicing with Kira, someone who, well... wasn't Rebecca... but now... I didn't know what to think. I angrily threw out the mental possibility of going down on Kira any time soon. Not after this. I was about to turn and leave, hurt, when Kira held up a piece of paper with a note she had just scrawled on it. It said: 'I know this is crazy - but it took me a lot to convince Rebecca to come over - I haven't talked to her since we all first met - this is my present to you to make up for falling off the planet for awhile - don't blow it!' My anger faded almost immediately at her offered explanation. Her words made sense. In fact, I suddenly felt a lot more positively toward Kira. She knew I had a crush on Rebecca, and she'd found a way to well... wow... what exactly did I want to do to Rebecca? I had fingered Rebecca once, that first hesitant time, and the memory had been on my mind ever since every time I fooled around with Kira. Rebecca and I hadn't talked about it, and I was too afraid to say anything, because of my crush on her and our friendship. But with her blindfolded like that ... I found myself walking over to her slowly. She sat idly on the chair, a heavy strip of cloth covering her eyes, and another binding her hands to the chair. What had Kira said to her to get her here, to do this? It probably didn't take too much convincing, I realized, because Rebecca was kind of a freak... did Rebecca think that just Kira would be here, doing stuff to her? I looked over at Kira with a question, but she had anticipated it, and written another note. She held up the note and pointed at me. It said: 'She thinks I brought a friend!' I nodded, understanding. That meant I didn't have to pretend I was Kira, and Rebecca wouldn't think I was her. I was glad at that, without any definite reason why. For her part, Rebecca was waiting rather well, but I could tell she was growing impatient. She kept turning her head, straining to hear the two of us moving around. I looked at Kira, wondering what she wanted to happen, but Kira just shrugged, smiled, and motioned for me to go ahead. Oh my god, I found myself thinking, this is amazing! I touched Rebecca's leg with my hand, and she jumped a little. I could do anything I wanted to her, without any consequences, without her knowing, without any talk of feelings or a relationship or our friendship... my hand traveled up her toned leg, across her shorts, and touched the zipper of her hoodie. I realized that she wasn't wearing any shirt underneath... she must have known beforehand that her hands would be tied up. A normal shirt would have been impossible to remove while tied up to a chair, but this... biting my lip with excitement, I pulled the zipper down, opening the sides of the hoodie and exposing her bare tummy and bra-covered perky breasts. Memories of our first and only time together, that first threesome with Kira, came back to me. I remember kissing Rebecca's breasts, licking them, and kissing her tummy a little. I was so fearful then, I hardly did anything unless forced to... but this time would be different. She even wore a bra that unclipped in the front. Nerves burning with excitement, I unfastened it, my hands immediately finding her bare breasts. I rubbed them, feeling every inch of them, channeling all the frustrated lust I'd fought the last few weeks. God, sometimes, I had almost jumped her right in the mall... this was satisfying... very satisfying. I kissed each nipple, and licked them until they grew hard, enjoying it because I never got to do it in my sessions with Kira. Her soft skin and solid, perky breasts were really fun to play with... but I soon found the experience lacking. Playing with her breasts just wasn't doing it for me. The reservoir of frustrated lust that had built up in me wanted something else... or something more. I felt her body tense, and her back arch, as I kissed down her tummy halfway, before stopping to unbutton her shorts and pull them down and off. Something in the back of my mind kept trying to make me see where this was going, but I was too overwhelmed and excited to stop. Nervous and happy energy burned through my every muscle. Returning to between Rebecca's legs, I found that she had worn no panties. I found myself looking at her sex for a second time, surprised to see that she was shaven completely. The small line of red hair that had been there the first time was gone. She was also incredibly turned on -- her lips literally glistened, and her scent was very strong in the air near her. She squirmed in her chair, urging me to continue. Almost of its own accord, my hand found its way to the area that had had hair before, but was now shaven. I was surprised at how smooth and soft her skin felt. I kept breathing her scent purposefully, finding it almost exactly the same as the first time, but stronger. As I leaned forward, my fingers found their way down to her lips, tracing the glistening moisture that I found so attractive. My face was only a foot or two from her sex -- much closer than any time that I had fooled around with Kira. I started rubbing her, and slid my middle finger inside her while my other fingers spread upward, framing her clit. She was turned on enough that her clit was already visible, and that thought really spurred me on. I was surprised to find that her insides were a slightly different shape than Kira's. It was obvious, but only hit home when I felt her different folds -- I was exploring a second pussy! The thought really started to make me feel warm. Heat spread through my mind and body, shrinking my awareness down to just my happy exploring fingers and the new but familiar sex in front of me. I was really sinking into the experience when I was suddenly shocked back into reality by Kira's sudden closeness. She brought another chair forward, her pants already off, and sat next to Rebecca. My face suddenly started to burn painfully with embarrassment. Had she been watching me? Had she seen how consumed in exploring Rebecca I had gotten? I bit my lip to keep from saying something and revealing who I was to Rebecca. Kira just grinned at me, watching me carefully with her cute brown eyes. She scooted a little closer, placing her legs parallel to Rebecca's, brushing up against her with her knee. I found myself facing two pairs of open female legs, and I looked at Kira in fear, surprise, and embarrassment. I had thought that she was going to do stuff to Rebecca... not have me do stuff to... both of them... I shook my head, refusing. Kira just grinned in response, and playfully moved her hand near Rebecca, threatening to take off her blindfold. I narrowed my eyes angrily, wondering how I could get out of this. What I had been doing before with Kira was one thing -- just experimenting -- but this was... crazy! And there was nobody to pleasure me while I was doing it! Kira started to touch Rebecca's blindfold, and I finally broke down and put a hand on Kira's thigh. She smiled, and put her hands on mine, guiding it to her center. She then directed my other hand onto Rebecca, and nodded silently that I should continue. Begrudgingly, I started feeling around, touching the lips of each girl with my separate hands. I felt very mentally off balance, but kept telling myself that I didn't really have a choice. I slid a finger into Kira with my right hand, feeling her familiar slickness grasp against my skin. Then, I started rubbing Rebecca's clit with the palm of my left hand, which was a little harder to use than my right. "I really wish I knew who you were," Rebecca said suddenly, sighing and smiling. Shocked, I stared up at her, making sure her blindfold was on tight. "You're really good at this..." Her compliment made me burn a little mentally, in a good way. The warmth and heat started returning as I thought about how good I was at making pussies feel good with my hands. I decided to see just how good I could do it, even doing two at once, and adjusted my left hand to rub and finger both Rebecca and Kira at the same time. I found myself actually really starting to have fun. I just kneeled there, leaning against their knees, hands rubbing up and down and in and out, fingers covered in slick female wetness. I started to smell Kira's scent, too, and the combination of her and Rebecca's scents made me feel light-headed. My eyes jumped back and forth between their two pussies, trying to take in every detail of this insane activity. I really started to get excited and into it when they both started breathing heavy and gasping a little. Something about two girls gasping in pleasure... it was indescribable. I worked their clits faster and more rhythmically, keeping Kira's a little slower, managing their pleasure levels, until I finally managed to make them both orgasm at the same time. Kira's body bucked forward and she moaned softly, while Rebecca arched her back against the chair, pressing her sex against my wet rubbing hand, gasping and breathing hard. "God you're amazing!" she breathed, collapsing into the chair. I already felt encased in a sphere of heady warmth by that point, and her compliment made me feel practically drunk with excitement and amazement. I stared at my glistening hands, smelling both girls all over them. It dawned on me that I had done all of that without anyone pleasuring me during it... I felt the area below my waist throbbing with tension, but my larger concern was wondering why it was so much fun to get two girls off at once if nobody had been touching me. Before I could come to any conclusions about it, I saw one of Rebecca's hands get loose from her bindings. 'Go, go!' Kira mouthed silently, noticing Rebecca getting loose. Still flushed red from her orgasm, she waved me toward the front door, urging me to get out before Rebecca took off her blindfold and saw me. I quickly left, closing Kira's door softly and practically running down the street to get in my car and hide. She hadn't seen me, I was sure of that. As soon as my fear faded, I felt an intense wash of deep heat flow through me at the thought of what I had just done. Sitting in the front seat of my car, I looked up and down the street. When I saw nobody, I knew something great was about to happen. Steps to Licking Pussy Ch. 04 I leaned my seat back, feeling almost no control. My body took over, moving my hands to unbutton my pants, and unzipping them. There was no room to pull them down in the tight car, so I left them on, reaching my hand underneath my panties to my sweat-and-juice soaked crotch. Oh my god, I kept thinking, oh my god... Touching myself felt so amazing. My body felt like it was burning for relief, and even the slightest touch made pleasure spread through all of me. There was no build-up, no delay. I fingered myself frantically with my right hand, and held my now-dry left hand up to smell as much of Rebecca on my fingers as I could. Sitting there, smelling the scent of a girl on my hand, having just gotten two girls off at the same time... picturing their glistening folds sliding against my hand... remembering the slick sensations under my fingers... I felt my body reach a painful but wonderful ceiling of euphoria, and then... so close... so close... finally! Heat and pleasure and lust and pure animalistic convulsions filled me, taking me to another world for what felt like a full minute. I floated in ecstasy, forgetting everything else, feeling complete. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. Even when I started to come down, pleasure still throbbed through me in tiny aftershocks, causing me to jump. I just sat there in my tilted-back car seat, hand in my pants, panting, for a really long time, thinking. I had just had my first-ever orgasm by my own hand, and it was amazing! After awhile, I realized that anybody could happen by and look in my car, so I zipped up my pants and sat up. Breathing in, I hoped that nobody would walk near me when I got home and went up to my apartment -- I smelled really strongly of pussy. I had three different scents all over me, and my hands and crotch were sticky. What I had done was insane, and definitely went a little into what I felt was forbidden territory, but I had finally given myself an orgasm! As I drove home in a daze, I kept thinking - I can finally quit with all this bi experimentation stuff, and just go back to my quiet old straight self now... right? ***** The moment Jennifer left, I turned to Rebecca, and helped her take her blindfold off. I was about to say something to the effect of 'holy crap, it worked!', but I never had a chance. She practically grabbed me, pulled me close, and kissed me hard. Her soft lips were like a breath of fresh air against the pain I'd felt the last few weeks, and I slipped my tongue against hers even as I grabbed her sides and pushed her towards the couch. "That was amazing," she breathed between kisses. "You're... a genius. Kira... I want... to fuck you... so bad..." "Mm-hmm," I agreed, sucking on her lower lip for a moment. I was keenly aware that we were both already pants-less, and I made quick work of her dangling bra and hoodie as I laid her down on the couch, kissing her and sliding my hands across her soft back and sides. She helped me lift my tight shirt off, and I pressed against her, naked female body against naked female body, breasts against breasts, soaked sex against soaked sex. It felt so right, so erotic, and so attractive. The soft and warm sensations of her body drove me wild. I knew what I wanted. I slid down, kneading her breasts, thinking about Jennifer's hands there minutes ago. I kept going, kissing her tummy as I went. "Oh, I've missed this," Rebecca said happily as I kissed across her smooth-shaven skin. My thoughts exactly, I thought to myself. As I kissed the top of her wet folds and took a nice big lick from the bottom to the top of her sex, I felt like I was coming home. Her hand brushed my hair back as I found myself diving into a world of pussy again, thinking about our first night at her apartment, and the time I ate her out in the library. I brought a hand up to help. Her scent and taste and wetness filled my senses, and I felt sublimely happy as I licked and fingered her. God, I just loved her taste so much! I loved that she was so wet from Jennifer's ministrations, and I loved even more that Jennifer's fingers had just been where my tongue was now. It really started to sink in -- I had just gotten Jennifer to finger two girls at once! I had perfectly manipulated her into doing it... oh my god... manipulating her had become second nature to me! At the thought that I might soon get Jennifer to do what I was doing now... lick and suck a girl's sex... a core of pleasure welled up in me powerfully. My face against Rebecca's folds, mouth and tongue buried in her, my finger sliding in and out of her, my mind relishing the craziness of licking pussy again... I found myself feeling odd... and then good... and then... my insides started to spasm. I started to feel really, really good but... how? Jesus Christ, I was orgasming without anyone touching me! My insides kept clenching with pleasure, and I licked Rebecca faster, and then sucked on her clit the way she liked. The more I filled my mind with the idea of what I'd gotten Jennifer to do, and what I was doing now, the stronger the flowing pleasure in me felt. I didn't understand how or why, but for what felt like more than a few minutes, I felt really damn good! A few minutes in to my strange rolling orgasm, I felt Rebecca climaxing herself, and my pleasure spiked at the thought. I let her scent and flavor and slickness fill my mind, and I shared her release. The strongest moment was when I stuck my tongue deep in her to feel her walls spasm against my tongue. God, it was so much fun to eat her out! As we both came down, I kissed her folds gently, feeling the heat radiating from her on my face. "Wow, I know this might be a weird question but..." she started to ask, looking at me as she caught her breath. "Yeah, I was definitely having an orgasm," I cut her off, smiling. I kissed my way up her tummy, and she pulled me up to kiss me on the lips. Wherever my face felt sticky to me, she kissed, and licked gently. "Is that weird?" I asked her, looking her in her sexy green eyes. "No, it happened to me once," she replied back softly, kissing my neck. "One time when I was really, really, crazy turned on..." I nodded against her hair as she kissed down my neck idly. My heart was racing. There was something I wanted to say really badly, which had just occurred to me out of nowhere, but made perfect sense. "I'm kind of tired," Rebecca continued speaking softly as she kissed around my neck and face. "Do you mind if I stay here tonight?" I nodded against her again, fighting both to say and to not say what was on my mind. Lying naked, sweaty, and satisfied against each other, her soft skin pressed against mine, feeling her breathing and her heart beat against my breast, it was hard to imagine rejection, but still... thoughts of my ex-best friend made me hesitate. It was almost like I heard her voice telling me not to say it, because someone had said it to me once, and I had shot her down. "I think I'm falling for you," I suddenly blurted in her ear. Shit! She kept kissing my face and forehead gently, without even pausing. I froze, heart panicking, waiting for her to say something. When she ran a hand across my back, I finally worked up the courage to ask again. "Did you hear me...?" I asked meekly. She laughed softly, and laid a big wet kiss on my nose, of all places. "Why do you think I asked if I could stay here tonight, dummy?" she replied, smiling. "Do you see me rushing to put my clothes back on and get out of here? This isn't just about sex, you know." At that, I felt my whole world turn. I felt a little dizzy, but ecstatic. I kissed her on the lips quickly, and she laughed again, and then tried to tickle me. Fighting her back, I got up, and she chased me, still naked. She chased me all the way to my bed, and fell on me, where she paused, hovering above my face. I moved her long red hair out of her face so I could see her better, and I saw her glance at my mouth, and then back at me. "Let me know when you're ready again," she said quietly, but earnestly, placing a warm hand on my tummy. "I didn't get my turn..." Steps to Licking Pussy Ch. 05 I spent most of the next two weeks in an exuberantly happy daze. I'd drift through my classes, lazily drive home, and sit around just thinking about Rebecca and waiting until she was free from hanging out with Jennifer. At first, almost every free minute Rebecca had was spent on me, and we tried to watch movies or go out, but invariably kept ending up having sex... intense, mind-blowing, passionate, deep sex... although never quite as long as that first night after we got Jennifer to finger us both, when Rebecca and I had rotated resting and getting each other off practically until the sun came up... that night had been amazing. Although I noticed her willingness slowly starting to drop again after the first few days, I didn't think anything of it. Jennifer, for her part, practically disappeared from my radar for the entire two weeks. Sometime in those two weeks, a realization crept up on me. When it finally hit me that I was so happy because of my relationship with Rebecca, I just smiled and bit my own lip, thinking about how crazy I was about her. In fact, I kept finding myself looking around at guys and wondering what I'd ever seen in them. My thoughts kept toying with the word bisexual, and something about how Rebecca had slid through all my defenses and gotten me so overwhelmingly into the private pleasures of another girl... something about that turned me on immensely... but I wasn't really bisexual, I told myself, because the only girl I'd ever consider dating was Rebecca. I just liked to have sex with her, because she understood the thrill of controlling and being controlled, that's all. It was just about getting off, and who doesn't like getting off, right? I mean, I'd told her I was falling for her, but she'd never said it back... I tried not to think about that. As the days wore on, I would catch myself looking in the mirror at my own reflection, tracing my soft brown eyes, my long brown hair, the curves of my own neck and breasts, trying to feel what it would be like to think of that familiar face I'd looked at my whole life as a bisexual. What would people think when they saw me? I knew it was silly to think I'd look different at all, but still... I felt incredibly attractive when I started thinking about myself that way. I started noticing how flirty all the females around me were with me, and I started wondering if they found me sexy, and I started thinking about how common being at least a little bi seemed to be. I felt sexy when I thought of myself as bisexual, because I had this growing fantasy idea that I could probably seduce pretty much any of the girls I knew. Not that I would want to, I kept telling myself, because it was just Rebecca in particular that I had fallen for, not girls in general. I accidentally let that fantasy slip one night when Rebecca and I were hanging out at my apartment. She didn't really say anything about it at first, which was disappointing, because I had hoped revealing my little fantasy would help re-spark her fading interest. She didn't say much... but she did, however, start drinking her beer noticeably faster, and got me to do the same. She even busted out the huge half-empty jug of wine left over in my fridge from a party a few days before. A few more glasses of wine later I was definitely warm and tipsy, smiling broadly and dumbly as Rebecca stumbled around laughing and looking for the TV remote. She finally managed to turn the TV off, and fell into a sitting position next to me on the couch. Holding her near-empty glass of wine aside, she leaned in very close to me. Her hot breath smelled of wine, and her soft lips were immensely attractive. I kept glancing between her lips and her sharp green eyes, unable to decide which entranced me more. "So..." she said softly, leaning in very close to my face. "We never really talked about what you said to me after the last time we saw Jennifer, did we?" I immediately tensed up with anticipation and excitement. I'd been hoping so badly that she would say something about that. I'd told her that I was falling for her, and she'd indirectly avoided saying it back to me. I hadn't noticed that night, distracted as I was by the hours of sex with her, but, when her interest had started to fade in the last week or so, it had definitely been on my mind. "No, we didn't..." I said back to her slowly, very conscious of her lips an inch from mine, and of her moist breath on my face. "We never really... defined what this is, did we?" she asked as she slid a hand around the back of my neck, her warm fingers curling under my hair. "Well... what do you want me to be?" As she asked, she moved forward slightly, bringing her soft lips into contact with mine. I kissed her, tasting the wine on her tongue, and she pulled me into her to kiss me harder. Her question filled me with excitement - I had just been thinking that her interest was fading... this sudden turnaround was amazing! It didn't take long for a single word to resound in my thoughts as we kissed. I kept thinking the word girlfriend, and it blew me away... the whole idea... my whole situation, how I ended up sitting her on my couch, kissing another girl, and on the verge of asking her to be my... girlfriend! Could I really do this? The image of the two of us holding hands while walking out in public felt strange... as did the thought of telling my friends, who still had no idea, or... damn, my parents! I thought about my lost best friend, wondering how much she must have gone through to work up the courage to confess that she loved me. I suddenly felt utterly terrible... which, strangely, prompted me to finally say what I was thinking out loud. Maybe I said it to avoid thinking about what I'd done to my best friend, maybe I said it to somehow try to make up for the mistake I could never undo... either way, I blurted it out. "My girlfriend," I said in between desperate kisses. "I want you... so badly... to be my girlfriend..." Rebecca pulled away for a moment and laughed softly, her face pressed against mine. I could see her smiling out of the corner of my eye, happy... but I was only feeling shock. For an intense, deep moment, I had forgotten Rebecca was even there. When I had said that, I had really been talking to my lost best friend, in my heart and mind. That was probably the first moment when I finally realized that I had been fooling myself. All of the messing around with Rebecca and Jennifer... it was just a lost and misguided attempt to fill the void left by my idiotic mistakes with my best friend. I really had loved her back, I'd just been too afraid to say it! I suddenly found myself sitting there, drunk, feeling terrible, and crying. Tears ran down my face, almost uncontrollably. Rebecca backed off, sitting a foot or two away, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with me. All this time, all the thinking about my best friend and wondering where she was, I'd just been trying to deny the truth. Rebecca was my desperate attempt at a replacement for my lost best friend, and... I suddenly felt angry, black inside, and sick all at once, because, once my fog of self-delusion lifted, Rebecca's real personality was all too obvious. A million things that I wanted to say to her ran through my head... biting things, sarcastic things, angry things. Her interest in me lasted only as long as I proved an interesting participant in her controlling games. How could I not have seen it? She had already been losing interest again, until I mentioned that fantasy of seducing another girl to her, then she was suddenly gung ho again...! Had she been planning to try to manipulate me into seducing another girl? What had I been thinking, getting tangled up with someone like her? And, Christ, what we'd done to Jennifer... damnit! This girl was so... so... gah! I wanted to say something angry, but I didn't. Instead, a new cold, black sharpness inside me came up with a different idea. I suddenly stopped crying, all my emotion gone. I wiped away my tears, and put on a smile. "I'm fine, I was just really emotional for a second," I told Rebecca, watching her relax. "I really care about you, you know that?" "Really?" Rebecca asked, her green eyes cautious. I touched a hand to her sleek red hair. My unsteady fingers reminded me that I was drunk, but my mind still seemed sharp enough to pull off the first step of my plan. "Yeah..." I said slowly. "Enough that I trust you... to help me with my fantasy." Rebecca's eyes lit up almost instantly, confirming my cynical opinion of her. "Yes..." I continued. "Will you help me... seduce another girl?" "Can she be a straight girl?" Rebecca asked excitedly, a huge smile on her face. "Of course!" I said back to her, widening my fake smile. I wasn't sure what my goal was yet, but I knew that I had the upper hand now. I had to protect Jennifer from her, and at the same time, make sure Rebecca could never control or hurt anybody again. The thought sounded sinister to me... but it also excited me. Turning Rebecca's manipulations around back on her could prove be an incredible turn-on, judging by how much I had enjoyed controlling Jennifer. This time, the victim would actually deserve it. In the mean time, the alcohol was really getting to me, and Rebecca was drunk, warm, and soft. I gently pulled her to me, guiding her hands to my belt. She laughed and smiled up at me as she pulled my pants down, completely unaware of my shift in perspective. Her bright green eyes met mine as she kissed down my tummy, pausing just above my sex. "So tomorrow, we'll start searching for a straight girl to seduce together?" Rebecca asked with barely masked intent, making me wonder how I'd ever fallen for her manipulations. "What if we... wow, what if we could get her to swear off men? That would be crazy hot..." I smiled widely at the thought, and put a hand in her sleek red hair. "Yes, that's a great idea," I replied, genuinely excited, although for a different reason than Rebecca thought. That had probably been part of her controlling game the whole time, thinking she could convince me I was bisexual or a lesbian. Would I have ended up her sex slave, addicted to doing whatever she wanted for her sadistic games? God, that's what she had in mind for Jennifer! I'd almost fallen for it all, too, only to be strangely saved at the last moment by my lost best friend. I didn't care what label I was anymore, only that I'd loved my best friend, and messed it all up. She may have been a girl, but that didn't matter to me. I resolved to find her as soon as I could. I looked down at Rebecca's eyes as she watched me back. She had no idea that she'd just given me the idea for the perfect revenge. She smiled up at me from just above my sex. With the hand I still had in her hair, I gently pushed her down, watching as her tongue and soft lips pressed against me. I watched her eyes carefully as she licked me, slid her tongue in me, and then sucked on my clit. Her tongue felt great, but my thoughts felt better. I knew now that she was just going down on me to get me to do whatever she wanted... she might not even enjoy going down on a girl... but I aimed to change that. I had no idea if it was even possible to change someone's orientation, but what mattered is that Rebecca thought it was possible. I kept a gentle pressure on the back of her head as she continued to lick me and smile up at me every so often, probably excited at the thought that she would get me to seduce another girl soon. She had no idea that I had her in mind. "Yes," I said again, softer, holding her against my sex a little tighter as she licked happily. "We'll find a girl to dominate..." *** Jennifer: For two weeks, I hadn't heard from Kira, and I hadn't tried to contact her... but the experiences were anything but gone from my thoughts. Hanging out with Rebecca was difficult, and I kept finding any excuse to leave. For the first few days, all of my free time was spent masturbating in a haze and replaying that mind-blowing animal orgasm in my car that I'd had after fingering both of them at once. I'd finally broken through my barriers, and it was overwhelming. I just sat at home for days getting myself off, and it was the best thing I'd ever experienced. The physical and mental sensations of all I'd done with Kira and Rebecca were so damn erotic! Until... those sensations started to fade. Six days into those two weeks, I started to forget the exact sensations of the experience. Getting off had grown harder, and frustration had seeped in. By day eight, I wasn't able to get off anymore... and I was hard up, in a bad way. I could never go back to a life without orgasms... I just couldn't... not after finally getting to experience getting off! I found myself searching. I hit the internet hard, but porn didn't really work. It just didn't speak to me. I tried to read some erotic novels, and they got me close, but they weren't enough. Still, I kept cutting away from both mediums whenever I strayed too far into lesbian themes. I could feel that pull there, inside me, imagining soft skin and full breasts and... everything else... but... I was afraid. Erotic novels made it all too real, too acknowledged, and too emotional. I didn't want to be a lesbian, or talk about feelings, or fall for my best friend... I just wanted to get off! That's how I found myself at the lesbian club near my apartment on the fourteenth night. I kept arguing with my own thoughts. I told myself that I didn't know how I'd ended up there, and that I wasn't sure why I was there... but I knew exactly what I was doing. Once there, I downed mixed drinks like there was no tomorrow and took in the atmosphere from the bar. The sexuality amid the pounding music and dim lights was intoxicating. Girls danced with each other on the floor and flirted with each other at the bar. I knew that I wasn't interested in talking to the girls... not that I was interested in girls at all, I kept telling myself. At some point, my gaze lingered too long on a lithe girl with long brown hair that reminded me of Kira, and she came over, smiled, and grabbed me by the hand before I could protest. She led me to the dance floor, pulling me close to grind to the rhythm, and my drunken instincts took over. I'd left my drink at the bar, but I was pretty smashed and didn't need it anymore. Both of my hands found their way around her as her touches slid up and down my body. I grew heated from the dancing and the closeness of her soft skin and breath. Two songs in, she leaned in and kissed me, and I dove into the sensations of making out with her. It was way different than my first threesome with Kira and Rebecca, which was the only time I'd made out with girls. I was more experienced, more able to move and feel her and kiss her deeply... My thoughts kept leaping around in chaos. I was going out of my mind with frustrated horniness, and part of my thoughts shocked me by insisting that I fuck the shit out of this girl so I could start getting off again. Another part of me jumped to later that night. Would I have to go down on her? The thought put me off. I wouldn't be given respectful control like Kira gave me in our times together. Would this girl make me do it? Still another part of my mind spiraled in shock that I was thinking all of this about a girl, though that voice was quieter than it might have been. The loudest thought of all was simply aversion to what was happening because it wasn't Kira or Rebecca. I... missed their pussies... I broke away then, practically darting for the nearest safe place to hide and collect my thoughts. I went to the nearest bathroom, passed a couple of girls making out inside, and leaned against the wall in a stall. Before I could think or close the door, the girl I'd made out with appeared in front of me. She grinned wickedly. It was only then that I realized my mistake, and what my actions had implied... a brief, intense battle flared between all my separate thoughts, but the alcohol fuzzing my brain made a clear winner of the desire to fuck this girl like crazy. I grabbed her and flipped her around against the stall, kissing her hard. I didn't quite understand the power and edge I was feeling, but I loved it. The fact that this girl was formerly a threat to my fragile emotions only strengthened my desire to leave her quivering and satisfied - and then go masturbate to what I'd done. Her hands ran up under my shirt and found my breasts as we kissed, but my hands unzipped her tight jeans and found their way downwards. I pressed harder against her, our bodies swaying to the pounding music. She was heated and wet, and I slipped my fingers in her to lubricate them. The warmth and newness of her folds and the slickness of her sex sparked energy throughout me, urging me on. I brought my fingers up and found her clit, working it gently at first, getting the angles right. The music hit a faster beat then, and I moved to kissing her neck so I could do her faster. She arched into me, and I pushed her down with my body, pumping pleasure through her. The actions ran through me with a predatory fervor. I wanted to get this girl off, and hard. I increased the tempo with the music and the rhythm of her body, and she moaned into my ear. I stopped kissing her neck to look down the soft arc of her shoulder and breasts, watching her chest heave. It occurred to me that, buzzed and in the dark like we were, I wasn't even really sure what she looked like, and I liked that. At that thought, she arched forcefully into me, and I pushed back again. She thrashed against me, her sexual moans muffled in my hair. I held her down as orgasms rolled through her, and I didn't let up. Finally, she fell back against the wall, exhausted. I stood, breathing hard at my exertions, and feeling incredible. I said something cheerful and strode out of that bathroom. As soon as I hit the door, I bolted, shaking. I wasn't sure where the hell all that edge had come from, but I wasn't used to it. I hit the cool night air and hurried to my apartment. The blocks flashed by, and suddenly I was home. I literally closed the door and slumped against it, my hands already down my pants. My panties were soaked, and I was steaming from my own sweat. Ecstasy already sparked at each thought of what I'd just done, making me shudder before I even got my fingers down there. I used my left hand on myself while smelling her scent on my right. My fingers still glistened a bit despite my run through the night, a testament to how wet she had been. I felt strong and sexual and hot and sharp all at once, and... oh god, it felt good! The heat blazed through me as I came again and again... and I kept getting off until I physically couldn't fight through the sweat and exhaustion anymore, feeling the girl's slick sex on my fingers the entire time. Finally, I collapsed sideways onto the carpet. It was only then that my thoughts returned. I was shocked, surprised, worried, and satisfied all at once. What the hell had that been? I had never seen that side of myself before... and it had been incredible... but could I really pull off something like that every time I needed to masturbate? I might have just gotten lucky. If that girl had taken me back to her apartment, I might not have had the strength to do what I wanted and leave before she made me... go down on her... My breathing slowed after awhile, and I checked my phone. I had a text from Kira...! Hey, can we talk? I was never more glad to see a text. I laid there on my carpet, sweaty and satisfied but mostly shocked, holding my sticky hand up gingerly and wondering what to think. I needed to talk to someone. I needed her advice, if I could even bring myself to ask the questions that burned in my mind. I needed to understand what the hell was happening to me... so I texted her back. Steps to Licking Pussy Ch. 05 *** Kira: My thoughts were cold and vicious as I waited for Jennifer at the restaurant's bar, the place where we'd all first met. On the night that I'd realized Rebecca didn't really care about me, I'd checked her phone after she fell asleep. I'd found texts between her and a guy - apparently her boyfriend, who I hadn't even known existed - about everything that she had been getting Jennifer and I to do. She'd been messing with our heads for entertainment... I felt brutalized, but also relieved. I couldn't imagine where I would be if I'd believed her - I'd be walking around thinking I had a girlfriend, wondering how to tell people, how to tell my family... That thought filled me with bitter resentment. Rebecca didn't care at all what the consequences of her actions might have been. She could have ruined my life, and Jennifer's life. Simply avoiding her wasn't enough. I saw Jennifer enter, and she sheepishly waved. "Hey," she said, as she came over. "Been awhile since we were here..." "That's for sure," I said with a smile, thinking back on our awkward email exchanges and awkward first time together. "Here, I got you a beer. Let's get a booth." "Definitely..." she replied, looking around at the crowded bar. We grabbed a booth in the back corner, one as secluded as possible. It'd been a little more than two weeks since I'd last seen her... as she sat down across from me, my eyes followed the fall of her straight blonde locks and the soft curves of her neck. She seemed different than I'd last seen her... less meek, more confident somehow. She was smiling nervously, but I could tell something was on her mind. "Sorry I was late," she said, settling in to her seat. "My physics exam ran over." "Oh, that's right, you're a physics major," I recalled from our first conversations that were blurred in my memory by nervousness. "Wait, so you're really smart, aren't you?" She laughed in admission. "Closet nerd, yeah," she said, and then grew red. "Hah, we're all a little secretly nerdy," I told her. "I never knew that about you. You know, for all that we've done together, I hardly know anything about you!" "I guess I never thought about it either..." she mused. "We've just been so focused on fooling around and getting off, we never really hung out, did we? I marveled at how open and direct she was being, compared to the shy and timid girl I'd first met here. I peered at her inquisitively and smiled. "What happened to you the last two weeks?" She became slightly flustered, but didn't look away. "Well, that's kind of what I was hoping we could talk about. I was finally able to... you know... get myself off." "Really?!" "Yeah," she breathed. "Right there in the car, after the thing with you two in the chairs. It was so amazing!" I couldn't help but smile broadly. I was weirdly proud, and happy for her. Then, I had a thought. "So the last two weeks," I asked slyly. "The whole time, you've just been...?" She quickly shook her head. "No no," she refuted my insinuation. "Well, yes... for the first few days..." "...but?" "It wore off..." "Oh no, that sucks!" "More than you know! I kind of went crazy." "Oh yeah? What did you do?" I asked, my imagination sparking. Jennifer gulped, then finished her entire beer. She grabbed two more at the bar and returned, handing me one. The entire time, I stared at her, expectant and excited. "Um..." she stammered. "I was on fire. I was so horny and I couldn't... well, I went to this club near my place. I'd never been there, but I knew it was a... girls-only club." My grin widened. "So I... well I drank alot... and there was this girl who reminded me of you..." "Yeah?!" She leaned in to whisper. "We danced, and she kissed me..." "And?!" "Then I ran away, to the bathroom." "Oh," I replied, my heightened excitement dropping. Jennifer sensed my disappointment. She leaned in to whisper even more quietly, and slapped both her hands down on the table to keep my attention. "She followed me in, and I got her off like crazy with my hands," she said suddenly. "It was so intense... I can't understand really... and then I got home, and had the best orgasm... and in the morning, too..." I just stared at her, mouth agape. She stared back at me. "What do you think it means?" she asked after a few moments. "What do I think?" I said, sheepish. "That's really hot... I didn't know you had it in you!" "No," she said, exasperated. "I mean what do you think it means about me? Does that mean I'm bi? Or... a lesbian?" I shook my head, astounded and not sure what to say. "Is it really that big of a deal what label you are?" I asked. "It seems to me that you get off from pleasuring other people. It's like... a fetish." She seemed to actually absorb my idea, and calmed down. I felt like I understood her a bit better. An intelligent girl, probably raised in a bubble, always constrained by social pressures... and never having good sex! I remembered that her first orgasm ever was in our first threesome together with Rebecca... I had no idea all this confusion had been running around in her head. "I can see that, actually," she said absently. "It was like I was grabbing what I wanted out of that girl. I didn't know her name or even care..." "See?" I told her. "We are whatever we choose to be." "Yeah," she agreed, smiling again. "So I... like getting other people off. Huh, how 'bout that. It's so... different from how I thought all this worked..." "What, sex?" "Yeah." "It always is," I told her. "Everyone's different. Hey, I'll get the drinks this time." By the time I came back with a mixed drink I wanted her to try, the doubt had vanished from her soft features. That confidence I sensed before was even more apparent. I kept finding myself smiling and engaged by her intelligent conversation, and it felt good to see her like that. For my part, I had completely forgotten my cold anger at Rebecca, and didn't even think to mention it for the better part of two hours. It was only when Jennifer stepped outside to take a phone call that I realized that I was buzzing inside with more than just alcohol. Our energy felt really good... it was everything that I'd thought I had with Rebecca. In my drunken imaginings, I could see how tonight was going to go... us leaving the bar together for my apartment, heated, kissing intensely... she was so much more confident with herself now! I could feel it. I knew for certain - the feeling was right - during our passionate sex, I could just ask her to go down on me, and she would probably do it! The thought was even more sexually charged now that she was stronger... Then, I stopped my thoughts cold. Did I really have feelings for Jennifer? Or was I just imagining them to make the conquest and control that much more erotic? If I did this, would I be acting just like Rebecca? Oh shit, that phone call! I ran outside, but she was just hanging up as I got there. She seemed... rigid. I knew she'd found out something. "So what are you now..." Jennifer asked, profoundly hurt. "You and Rebecca... you're girlfriend... and girlfriend? Or what?" "Wait!" I practically shouted at her. Fortunately, nobody else was outside at the time. "For what? How am I the last to know? I should have known, since you two - with the chair thing - and..." "No!" I said again. "You're intelligent, right?" "Yes - what kind of a question is that?" "Stop for a second. Use those smarts. Listen to me," I said, my voice soft and firm. She looked at me like a deer in headlights, and I could see her old timidity and confusion trying to return. "Ok," she said hesitantly, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "She's got a boyfriend," I said quickly, trying to use my window of opportunity. "She does think I want her to be my girlfriend, but it was a mistake." "Wait, what? What boyfriend? What mistake?" "She's just been using us!" I insisted. "And then she texts him what she got us to do." "That's... that's fucked up!" she exclaimed. "You're sure?" "Dead certain." Jennifer sat on a nearby bench, and I moved down next to her. Betrayal, shock, anger, and confusion all flashed across her face. "I thought we were friends," she said, her voice quiet. "I really did." Then she seemed to think of something. "What exactly do you mean using us? Does she know about you and me? That time with the chairs and the blindfold - did she know that was me?" My stomach sank. I suddenly realized that, the entire time that I'd been a game to Rebecca - I'd done the same thing to Jennifer, even texting back my exploits and having sex with Rebecca spurred on by what I'd done. I thought about lying, but I couldn't do it. "Yes..." I said slowly. "She got me to... no, no, I can't blame her. I was doing the exact same thing with her about you that she was doing with her boyfriend about me." Jennifer breathed in sharply, and her body tensed. I could literally see her emotions condensing into embarrassment and anger as the pieces fell together in her thoughts. I could literally see her thinking about the last two weeks and the times that she'd hung out with Rebecca, having no idea that Rebecca knew everything. "Why?" she asked, her voice flat. "Tell me why. Because you're here telling me, being honest with me, you get one chance." It was hard to think through the alcohol buzz and the shock of adrenaline running through me, so I told her the flat-out truth. "Honestly? Because... like how you like getting other people off... my first time with you and her, and after that, I found that I loved seducing and controlling you, getting you to do more sexual things with girls... the more uncomfortable or hesitant you were, the more I enjoyed it..." She didn't say anything for at least a minute. "Does that make sense?" I asked, still fearful of her reaction and feeling like the biggest asshole in the entire world. I just watched her blue eyes as they watched me, her thoughts spinning. "Fuck!" she finally said, and slumped against the bench. "Yes... yes it does. It's dark and new and terrible but so irresistible..." "Yes!" I seized on her words. "That's how it feels for me, too." She nodded, and we both sat there in silence for awhile. People passed us periodically. I wondered if they had any idea what the two of us had been talking about on this bench - lesbian sex and fetishes, right there in the open air. I laughed. She couldn't help but smile. "So what now?" she asked. After a moment of feeling out my buzz, I just grinned, and she laughed knowingly. "Uh huh... I should have known," she said, considering my suggestion. "You're lucky we weren't friends before all this. It's weird, but I don't feel betrayed at all. In fact, I kinda like this, and how it lets us be honest about all this crazy stuff. I don't think I could handle emotions right now, too." I nodded in agreement, also still unsure whether I had any genuine romantic feelings for her or whether she was purely a strange kind of friend with benefits. We'd been outside long enough to sober up a little, and we drove separately to my place. As I led her to my bedroom, I realized that things were different in an ecstatic and deeply satisfying kind of way now that we both knew what we wanted. She avoided my kiss on the lips, instead kissing my neck. I nodded in understanding, and then she pushed me back onto the bed. She kissed around my chest and kneaded my breasts through my shirt. "How do you like it?" she asked softly, sitting on top of me. Her forwardness and initiative were surprising, and really turning me on. "I want you to go down on me," I breathed. "Is that what you were trying to get me to do when we fooled around?" she asked, and I nodded, watching her sky blue eyes. I could see her think for a second. Was she mulling it over? Would she do it? She moved up to my ear. "I don't want to do that," she whispered. "I don't think I ever could." She paused for a moment. "Well, I mean, sometimes when we're getting each other off, when I'm really, really turned on... like that time with you two on the chairs, I almost..." She paused again. "But no, I could never..." Sexual shock resounded through me. Her words were perfect. Did she mean them? Or was it an act? I couldn't possibly tell. I could see her intelligence and sexuality starting to work together... either way, my urge to dominate her flared up at her denial and possible tease. I grabbed her blonde hair and kissed her deeply on the lips, specifically because she had avoided it a few moments earlier. She seemed to hesitate at first, but then gave in, making out with me. Every sensation was magnified this time - the softness of her lips, her insistent tongue, her body on mine. She pushed back, and sat up to drag my pants off. I went for her belt, but she batted my hands away. Did she intend to get me off while still wearing her clothes? That would fit her desire to just get me off... I pushed her down and practically dragged her pants and shirt off, leaving her in just her underwear. I took my own shirt off, too, and sat back against the pillows. She grinned, and moved up on me, kissing my chest and feeling under my bra. I reached back and unhooked it, throwing it on the floor, but she continued using her hands. I realized - I had never actually gotten her to use her mouth on my breasts! I pushed her head down slightly, and I felt her back arch in response. She seemed about to pull away, but I gently held her down. Her tongue slid across my right nipple, and I felt her bite it gently, then smile against my breast. Confirmation that we were playing with each other's desires made a wave of warmth pass through me. Goddamn, I was turned on! She licked the underside of my breast as her hand found its way under my panties. She looked up at me abruptly. "Oh my god..." she breathed at me. "You're so wet..." "I know, right?" I said with a smile. She bit her lip and grinned in response, sliding two fingers in me. I contracted my tummy to fight back the sharpness of the pleasure, and her fingers found my clit. I inched my panties down slightly to give her hand more room, and she went back to licking and sucking on my chest as she worked the warmth in me to a rolling center of ecstasy. It wasn't long before I was bucking against her, holding it as long as I could and then - a fantastic orgasm rocked through me. I screamed at the height of it, losing all muscular control, and she kept on working me. Finally, I pushed her off when I couldn't take anymore. She beamed at me, proud and sweaty. "Was it good?" "Utter fucking fantastic!" I told her, collapsing. "Where did you learn to do that?" "You!" she replied, and all the times we fingered each other flashed through my thoughts. She must have been seriously paying attention... "So what about you?" I asked, putting a hand on her tummy. She turned slightly red at the question. She looked around. "Well, I'd like to... do myself..." I moved, and indicated the pillows. "Right here?" she asked. "Yeah, alright." "Mind if I watch?" I asked her tentatively. I knew this part was probably new for her. She bit her lip again, thinking, and then smiled. I moved opposite her on the bed, and she spread her legs out and pulled her panties down slightly. She was soaked, and her hands quickly went to work. The sight of her feminine body heated, sweaty, and turned on was incredibly erotic - I felt the urge returning myself. I had a wicked idea. I pulled off my own panties, finally completely naked, and spread my legs opposite her. Her eyes went from staring off into space to being locked on my sex. I fingered myself while she watched, and I saw her pace quicken and her pleasure rise. That turned me on in a powerful way, knowing that she was masturbating while staring at my sex... just one more step on the way to getting her to lick pussy. I imagined her doing it with fresh force fueled by the sight of her nearly bare body... Without stopping, she leaned forward, gave me a small grin, and then bent down to kiss me once right above my sex. She knew just how to work me! - that sent me over the edge. She leaned back again, and we came together, our legs tangling as we thrashed and bucked to wild orgasms. By the time her eyes fluttered and she collapsed on the pillows, my bed was soaked with sweat and juices. I sat for a moment, heart pounding, collecting my senses. She lifted her head and looked at me happily. "Utter fucking fantastic is right!" she exclaimed, and tried to fix her matted hair. My long brown hair was equally in disarray, but it only made me feel that much more sexual. She got up and put her jeans and shirt back on, and I led her to the front door. I didn't ask her to stay because I knew what she liked, just like she knew what I liked. Our energy felt even more amazing than earlier, at the bar. I could tell she felt the same from the unflagging smile on her face. "Tomorrow night?" I asked, excited. She nodded, happy. "Tomorrow night." I watched her get to her car and closed the door. The sex had been amazing, but I wondered how long it would last. Rebecca was manipulative like no other, so I knew this wasn't over... Steps to Licking Pussy Ch. 06 I sat at the bar with Rebecca, scoping out the unwary girls. "See any you like?" she asked me, her green eyes hungrily analyzing me. She still thought I couldn't see through her, and she was still pretending to be my girlfriend. For my part, I'd decided to go with it until I could figure out how to get her out of our lives without her doing something terrible. I was mainly worried about Jennifer, as the two of them had many mutual friends, and Rebecca even knew her family. Still, I wasn't certain that I wasn't also hoping to get back at her... I wasn't sure yet how far I wanted to take this. For now, I just wanted to play along. "How about her?" I asked, indicating the most gorgeous girl in the bar and the flock of guys that surrounded her. I figured that Rebecca would never go for it. "God, she's hot," Rebecca replied, her eyes arching. "Let's do it." I felt my stomach sink as I realized that my idea had backfired. "Well, how do we get to her through all those guys?" I asked. "Won't they be competition?" "Hmm... I bet they'd actually help us," she mused. "Let's go." I followed her up to the group at the bar, drink in hand. I was nervous as hell. I knew I was attractive, but this girl was one of those people who were on a whole other level... perfect body, gorgeous face, sleek blonde hair, amazing tits showed off by her tight shirt... I found myself a little fuzzy and distracted. I heard some of her conversation with one of the guys as we walked up, and I realized something... she probably wasn't half as smart as Jennifer. That thought put me at ease - nobody's perfect! This was just another girl, whose attributes were distributed a bit differently than most people's... Rebecca introduced us to the guys, who were more than happy to welcome two pretty girls into the group. We all moved to a table, and I started getting into the conversation. The guys were decent, and I found it kind of refreshing to have a bevy of male attention again. It'd been awhile... and I noticed the girl starting to get jealous. Her name was Rachel, and she was a waitress somewhere... I found it hard to listen to her because her body was so sleek and sexy that it practically forced me to stare. Her cleavage was fantastic, and I found myself imagining things... Drinks kept magically appearing in front of us thanks to the guys. I found myself way drunker than I anticipated as it grew closer to closing time, and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Rachel decided to come, too, but Rebecca stayed behind. I should have thought something was odd about that, but I was too drunk to care. When we got to the bathroom, Rachel suddenly turned on me. "Listen, bitch," she said, getting in my face. "I don't know what you and that girl are trying to do, but these are my men!" I just stood there surprised, failing to physically react. That confused her. "What, all of them?" I asked, stifling a laugh. It was an inappropriate reaction, but I tended to laugh when shocked or angry. She was still pissed, but she was unsure how to say what she wanted without sounding petty and stupid. "Just... back off!" she finally yelled, then staggered into a stall. I suddenly felt really strange... calm, clear... I realized that it was the haze of lust lifting. Her gorgeous body had had me entranced the entire night, really... but the realization that she was just some dumb asshole, like anybody else, broke the feeling. I left the bathroom kind of pissed off. By the time I got back to the table, something had changed. The guys were all about watching us and buying us drinks, and the conversation had turned highly sexual. I looked at Rebecca, who grinned at me. What had she done? For her part, Rachel acted like nothing had happened in the bathroom, and continued to thrive on the guys' attention and drinks... then, at closing time and almost as if on cue, the guys scattered. "Oh man, I am way... too... wasted..." Rachel moaned, slumping on the table. "Want us to drive you home?" Rebecca asked, giving me a sly glance. "Okay..." Rachel replied, and staggered to her feet. "But that bitch sits in the back!" "The hell did I do?" I muttered, but helped her stumble her way to Rebecca's car. I was starting to feel a little worried about where this was going. "How about we stay at my place and I take you home in the morning? You can sleep on the couch," Rebecca suggested once we'd started driving. Rachel's head lolled to the side, and she laughed. "Okay..." I sat in the back, listening to Rebecca talk about how horny she was. "Oh, me too..." Rachel told her. "Are there... any guys at your place?" "Hah, no honey..." Rachel suddenly seemed to focus a little bit, and sit up in her seat. "Oh my god," she said, surprised. "Are you two... lesbians?" I leaned forward to say no, but Rebecca cut me off. "Yeah, actually... we saw you across the bar and just had to meet you." "So, you two, like... want to do me?" "Yes, we want to do you," Rebecca told her, laughing. I had to give it to her, her direct and ridiculous flattery was probably the best thing she could do to appeal to the gorgeous blonde's vanity. Rachel turned her head, sizing up the two of us. "I've never done anything with a girl before..." she slurred. "Really?" Rebecca asked her in mock disbelief. "When you look like that?" The drunk blonde laughed at the compliment. "Come on, it'll be fun," Rebecca insisted. "Every girl should try it at least once." Rachel went quiet after a nervous laugh, and the next few minutes went by in silence. We arrived at Rebecca's place and wordlessly got out of the car and walked up to her apartment. I was concerned at how we'd snared her, but finding myself very tense and excited. Would our ridiculous ploy actually work? Was she going to go for it? When we got inside, Rachel went to the bathroom for several long minutes. Rebecca came and sat down on the end of the couch, next to me. "I can't believe it's working," she whispered, excited. She touched my arm, and it took all my willpower not to shy away because of my secret dislike. I let it happen, though. I had to go with this for now. "Do you think she will?" I asked her, wondering at the long delay. "We'll make her..." Rebecca said, trailing off as Rachel staggered out of the bathroom and fell on the couch, her feet sprawled next to us. "Well, good night, thanks for the ride..." she said drunkenly. I was about to stand up, disappointed, when Rebecca softly grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss. The heavy drunken blanket on my thoughts silenced my internal protests, and I kissed her deeply. We made out there on the end of the couch for several minutes. I couldn't help but enjoy it... she was a good kisser... and I'd missed this... At one point, I darted a glance past Rebecca's red hair and saw Rachel watching us as she lay on her back against the other end of the couch, her eyes uncertain. I felt that predatory instinct rise in me again... I had tried to quell it with Rebecca around, but Rachel annoyed me, and... I wanted to control her. At that realization, I decided to move things along. I kissed down Rebecca's neck, and then slid off her shirt and mine. I sensed Rachel tense up as she watched us in silence. I slid my hands over Rebecca's athletic body, and then removed her bra, throwing it on Rachel's legs. She still didn't move. I took turns with Rebecca playing with and sucking on each other's breasts, during which my own bra ended up on the floor. I made sure to breathe heavily and moan sexually every so often, and Rebecca followed suit. After a few long minutes, Rebecca broke away, her hands around my naked back, and she looked at Rachel expectantly. She watched us for a moment through her unkempt blonde hair, and then sat up a little straighter. Whether or not that was a cue for us, we both approached her, and Rebecca leaned in to kiss her... I watched with bated breath... yes! She started kissing back, her gorgeous face leaning into it slowly at first, but growing in passion. I kneeled next to them as they pressed together and ran my hands under Rachel's shirt, ecstatic at getting to feel such a body. Her abs were flat and perfect, and her skin incredibly soft. I ran my hands up over her bra as they kissed - slowly, so as not to spook her. Her breasts were large, and I'd been staring at them all night... I was extremely turned on and wanted to move faster, but I also wanted to make this happen right. My predatory instinct instructed me, and I held back for several minutes until Rebecca moved up a little bit and put her perky tits in the blonde's face. Rachel stared at them, and I was worried she'd freak out... but she tentatively raised a hand, feeling the underside and squeezing one. She looked up for encouragement, and then nervously kissed one of the nipples hanging in front of her. At that silent step taken, Rebecca moved back, and I lifted Rachel's shirt. She moved her arms up to get it off without hesitation... and then immediately had breasts back in her face and a nipple under her roving tongue. Meanwhile, I unhooked her bra and slid it off. I couldn't quite get at her amazing breasts with Rebecca on top of her, so I instead used my hands to explore her. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, and I pinched them a little - she gave a slight positive moan, so I continued. Finally, Rebecca moved to a sitting position next to her, and I moved in to get my mouth on her. Playing with her warm, perfect chest felt amazing... they were bigger than Rebecca's tits, and firmer than Jennifer's large breasts. I sucked on one rock hard nipple with my lips for awhile, relishing the experience. It only heightened my fun to think of all the guys that had been at the bar, wishing they could play with her body like I was... Then I realized that I was just doing what they would have done. Did I want to get this girl off for her pleasure like she expected from all the fawning guys, or did I want to make her get me off? My sadistic desire was to control her, but I was worried it would spook her and she'd suddenly call everything off. I thought back on her calling me a bitch, and my annoyance made me decide to risk it. I glanced at Rebecca, who took over fondling her while I stood up and dropped my pants and panties in one motion. Rachel watched me with anticipation, nervousness, and a slight bit of terror. Seeing those emotions in her shot a dark pleasure through me. That's right, I thought. I stepped over Rebecca and stood on the couch, now fully naked above Rachel. Her gaze worriedly followed the space between my legs as I gently lowered myself, pushing my knees into the couch cushions on either side of her, and positioned myself right above her face. I could see her looking at my sex a few inches away, and I knew she could see and smell how turned on I was. Still, she hesitated... and I saw her look like she was about to say something. Nope!, I shouted in my thoughts, and pushed my crotch down on her face. I felt her chin and soft lips press against my folds, and I saw her eyes widen. For a second, she just sat there, scared and breathing in through her nose. I knew she had to smell nothing but my heated lust, and it turned me on to make her experience that. "Come on," I whispered above her. "You'll like it..." She still made no reaction. I could feel her breathing quicken. I decided to take a guess as to her thoughts. "You've fantasized about it, haven't you?" I told her, feigning empathy. "Probably with one of your friends... you make out at the bar for attention, sometimes you think about it... and that's why you were so rude to me at the bar, because you were thinking about it... but you'd never admit it." I saw her look up at me, her face still held down by my crotch. I knew I had her. "Just let yourself enjoy it." I put a hand in her sleek blonde hair and pulled her head up a little... her worried eyes tensed, but I felt her mouth open against my shaved, wet skin... and, then, I felt a warm moist muscle slip out tentatively and taste me. She licked around for a minute or two, exploring. Whenever she slowed, I pulled her head in again, and soon I saw the worry in her eyes fade into surprised enjoyment. My little speech had worked! That, or this gorgeous girl wasn't used to being the subservient one, and I'd caught her off guard. Behind me, I heard Rebecca removing Rachel's pants. Her underwear followed. I turned slightly to share an excited glance with Rebecca, who leaned in to eat out what must undoubtedly have been a perfect pussy. I was a little jealous, but far happier to be dominating her up here. Rachel moaned under me, and I saw her eyes glaze over as Rebecca went to work. Interestingly, Rachel's tongue grew more insistent as her pleasure grew. I released my hand, and she used the extra space to move her head back and forth to lick more of me. It felt unbelievably wicked - the thought that we'd broken through her defenses and now she was loving it... and it helped that her ministrations were actually starting to reach a good rhythm. A spike of ecstasy hit me as I felt Rebecca place Rachel's hands against my ass cheeks... and the blonde instinctively used them to desperately press my sex into her face. I felt amazing in every way, sitting there atop a conquest, her mind and body wholly engaged in lesbian sex. The more she liked it, the more it turned me on. I relished the thought that she didn't really have a choice but to like it, what with the way we'd handled her. I started breathing heavily myself, and her questing tongue sped up in time even as I felt her buck beneath me. Her gently sucking lips started to get clumsy as she approached orgasm, and I reached down to finger myself to compensate. I knew what Rebecca wanted to happen, because I wanted it, too. I timed my sharp, sexual, dark orgasm to happen just as she started to get off, and I came against her face as she thrashed to Rebecca's expert tonguing. We kept her going for almost two minutes as she continued to get off and lick me, until she finally crashed back against the couch. I stepped back onto the floor, watching the emotions run through her glistening face. She seemed freaked out and deeply satisfied all in one. I still couldn't believe that we had dominated someone so gorgeous, that it was my juices on those full lips and delicate cheekbones. Rebecca came over, still in her jeans, and guided Rachel to the bedroom. She was compliant now, seemingly without will of her own, and she dutifully followed Rebecca onto the bed. A guiding hand silently instructed her to take off the redhead's jeans, and then brought her face to face with my girlfriend's sex... I tingled with shock at the accidental thought of Rebecca as my girlfriend. I tried to banish the word, but it kept repeating. I decided to focus on Rachel's gorgeous body to distract me... from here I could see her sleek back and her bare round ass, all of which I found incredibly alluring. Rebecca pointed at something as she laid back and closed her eyes. "Could you get that?" she asked, panting from Rachel's amateur but energetic licking. "I got it for us." I opened her closet, and my eyes widened in shock. "A strap-on?" I asked, mildly mortified. I was never one for toys other than my own personal vibrators... I usually found them kind of ridiculous. Still, the fact that she'd gotten it for us just caused that forbidden word to resound in my thoughts again. I turned to my sadistic side to escape, and a dark urge presented itself. I remembered how Rachel had pissed me off earlier that night. Yeah, this'll do, I told myself. I slid the device on, refusing to feel strange and refusing to think whether this was crossing some sort of lesbian line I'd mentally drawn for myself. This was about revenge, I told myself - just this once. I walked up next to Rachel as she ate pussy, and grabbed her by the hair to make her suck on the strap-on for a minute. She did it with some alarm, her eyes again worried but excited, then went back to the heated and wet folds in front of her. She wrapped her arms under Rebecca's toned legs to brace herself, and I came up behind her. I could actually feel the heat coming off her sex... that gorgeous ass was so inviting...! And, then, I slid into her. To my surprise, the pressure against my own sex actually felt great. I'd thought I wouldn't feel anything... I started pushing into her, slowly at first, then quickening. It felt amazing in an entirely new way. Was this what fucking someone felt like? Freaking God, it was good! Still, the best aspect was her insistent moans as I began fucking her harder. I remembered what she had called me earlier. "Take it, bitch!" I said, shocking myself. I hadn't meant to say that out loud. Rebecca opened her eyes and locked them on me with a wicked grin. I realized that my thrusts were pushing the blonde's face harder into Rebecca, and Rebecca joined in the rhythm with her body. "Yeah, fuck her!" Rebecca told me, keeping her eyes locked hungrily on mine. I knew she was relishing pushing me further into unexplored territory, but I wasn't about to stop. Rachel's mewling grew more insistent, and I watched her ass and shapely back bounce with my fucking. I shouted some more expletives, and she grew louder. It felt amazing to treat her so rough, considering how she'd acted earlier. I found the total reversal undeniably erotic, and it spurred me to fuck her with all my strength. It wasn't long before she came again, practically screaming. After one last push to drive home what I'd done to her, I pulled out, and she rolled over, exhausted. "My turn," Rebecca said excitedly, lifting her legs up as she leaned back against the pillows. I clambered on the bed, my eyes on her glistening and heated sex. I fucked her up against the headboard, finishing her off, her sweaty hands grabbing at my back in ecstasy. I brought her to screaming, too, and didn't let up until she physically pushed me off. "Oh, you are the best girlfriend ever," she breathed, exhausted. That word hit me again, and I took the strap-on off, my emotions conflicted. This went way farther than I intended it to, like it always did with her... We left Rachel on the end of the bed where she'd passed out, and we laid in a tangled naked mass on the other end. I hinted that I wanted to get off again, but Rebecca didn't seem to get the hint and headed off to the bathroom. I caught my breath, thinking about all that had happened... and spontaneously woke up at what turned out to be five in the morning. I slipped away from the sleeping girls to hit up the bathroom... and saw Rebecca's phone on the floor. I took it with me. In it, I found the expected text messages to her boyfriend about what we'd done, and even a twenty minute phone call. Had she had phone sex while I slept? My heart chilled at that, but froze completely when I found picture messages. There were naked pictures of the passed out Rachel, sent to her boyfriend and a few numbers I didn't recognize. The text to those numbers was thanks for your help tonight, here's what I promised. We fucked her good! I almost saw red. No wonder those guys had helped us... Rebecca had promised them this. She wasn't just manipulative... she was downright goddamned evil! I had trouble swallowing, and my heart pounded painfully. I felt angry, but was it because of what she'd done, or how I felt even more betrayed? And what could I do? It was too late to stop the pictures... for now, I put her phone back where I found it, and went to the bed with a new hardness in my heart. Still, my predatory instinct was a satisfied companion as I fell asleep, my last sight that gorgeous body that I'd thoroughly dominated and fucked. I felt... victorious. I knew what I wanted - I wanted that same feeling of control and conquest over Rebecca. Now I just needed to figure out how... Steps to Licking Pussy Ch. 07 Jennifer: I tossed and turned in bed. I knew Kira was out with Rebecca still pretending to be her girlfriend, and I had spent most of the night trying to figure out some way to get Rebecca away from us for good. We'd been friends a long time, and I'd seen Rebecca screw over people many times... I'd just never thought that she would do it to me. I'd admired her strength, outgoingness, and sexuality, but now I had those things myself, and I was no longer blinded to her true nature. I was definitely worried that she would do something worse to me if I cut ties with her... perhaps spread lies to our mutual friends, or even involve my family. I kept thinking that I should be worried or jealous about what Kira was doing with Rebecca, but I wasn't bothered at all. Our interactions were great... I was relieved to not have to worry about emotions or a crush like I used to have on Rebecca. That didn't mean I couldn't think about Kira physically, though... and that's what was keeping me awake. Screw it, I decided, and pulled my pants down to relieve my horniness. Pleasuring myself was still so new to me... every time was amazing. I ran my hands down my body, imagining hers. Sense memories of her soft skin played over my hands, and I brought to mind the heat of her lust and her particular scent. A feeling of extreme positive energy pushed up through me, and I grew incredibly wet. My fingers felt amazing, and I worked myself slowly to build the feeling. I relished in the mental calm I had now that all my questions and worries about my sexuality were settled. I just loved getting other people off... and now I could enjoy any fantasy I wanted. It just happened to be Kira more often than not... I chalked it up to her being involved in the majority of my sexual experiences. I floated on gently undulating bliss as I thought about our interplay. I had teased her with the idea that she might someday get me to go down on her, although the thought really put me off for some reason. It was too intimate, too emotional, too... submissive?... for me. It just didn't feel right. I enjoyed the power I felt to work a girl's sex with my hands, to get her off against me... I'd miss half the sensations if I was down there... And what would it taste like? Was it anything like her scent, which had grown intoxicating to me? Thinking about it pushed me to another plateau of pleasure. I breathed heavily, trying to control myself and manage the sensations. What if I hated going down on her? Would that ruin everything? I decided that I would just never do it. What I'd learned about my own sexuality was working well enough already! I put my fingers deep in myself and imagined it was her. I let myself go, finally, and soft heat and sharp pleasure washed through me. I put my head back and worked myself for awhile, enjoying my fantasy of her. When it was done, I rolled over in bed, satisfied. I felt so good, and I was excited for what was happening between us... well maybe, under the right circumstances, I'd go down on her... damnit, why couldn't I stop thinking about this? It hit me that part of the reason I couldn't settle the issue was that nobody had ever gone down on me... I didn't even know what it felt like! I just guessed it was disgusting. Thinking about it piqued my interest, and I was soon horny again, much to my frustration. Still, having a girl eat me out didn't fit with what I'd settled on for my sexuality... maybe I could just call it research? I knew Kira would do it in a heartbeat, but that was too close to home. I liked our energy, and didn't want to change it too fast. Then, inspiration struck. I suddenly knew a way to get rid of Rebecca and get exactly the experience I wanted. *** Kira: "That's a hell of a plan," I told her, surprised that the formerly meek girl had come up with such an ambitious idea. For my part, I had been stumped, and could only think of horrible things to do to Rebecca - like sabotage her birth control. I mean, she wasn't supposed to need it if she was in a relationship with a girl, right? I couldn't do something like that, though... that was seriously evil. Jennifer's idea was a great alternative. "You sure you can pull off the act?" I asked, secretly enthused by the part that involved her getting eaten out. Did she know that the thought excited me? Knowing us, she probably did. "Don't worry," Jennifer's voice replied over my cellphone. "I want this problem taken care of even more than you. I can never forgive what she's done. Just be there at the right time." "Oh, I'll be there, believe me..." I hung up, only to call Rebecca. "Hey!" I greeted her cheerily. "Hey you," she replied, and I could feel her smile on the other end. "What's up?" "Well, I was thinking..." "Yeah?" "I think I'm in love with you," I told her, wincing. I was glad she couldn't see me. I felt a million things at once. She was silent for several long moments. "I... think I'm in love with you, too," she finally replied, her voice oddly subdued. Those million feelings in me raced around like crazy, and I didn't know what to think, so I just said the words. "So... can we be... exclusive? Nobody else, at least for awhile? That thing with Rachel was fun, but..." "Yeah, of course, I agree," she said quickly. "This is good. This is really good." "Yeah," I told her. "That's all I wanted to say. I have to go, see you tonight?" "Definitely!" I said goodbye and hung up, feeling horrible, excited, happy, and angry. What the hell was I supposed to feel about all this? I'd thought it would be easy. Rebecca was a horrible person, shouldn't I completely hate her? I wanted to think more about it, but I knew it was almost time. Jennifer would be heading to Rebecca's place soon. I shut down my computer before I left. I'd been searching for my old best friend, but I hadn't been able to find her online for the longest time. I'd finally found her earlier that day, and I'd realized why it had been so hard to find her. She'd changed her name. She'd gotten married. It was only eight or nine months ago that we'd had that drunken threesome with a random girl from a bar, she'd confessed her love to me, and I'd screwed it all up... and she was already married? This whole time I'd had this idea that somehow... I refused to think about it, and got up to go to Rebecca's, already angry and twisted up inside. *** Jennifer: I knocked on Rebecca's door, took a deep breath, and steeled myself for what I had to do. The pounding of my heart felt tremendously heavy... but I was turned on, too. The conflicting emotions gave me a strange sense of focus. I was apprehensive and powerfully excited for the next few minutes. "Hey, what's up?" Rebecca asked after she opened the door. I couldn't help but look at her lips as I replied, and wonder where they might be soon... "Oh, nothing..." I walked in, and she closed the door behind her. I think she could tell something was different. Her wary green eyes watched me with intent curiosity. "Something on your mind?" she asked, almost seeming... amused. Had she guessed I would eventually show up flustered and horny like this? There was no way she knew how far her plans had gone awry, though... "Yeah, it's..." I stammered. "You and Kira... and everything..." "Yes?" I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Come on, Jennifer! Rebecca and I had hung out as friends since that first threesome, but I knew that she knew about my secret fingering sessions with Kira, and the time I'd gotten them both off while she'd been blindfolded. I realized I didn't need the lead-in at all. Right. "I want to do it," I said, skipping the elaborate story I'd planned. "It's all I can think about. I just keep fantasizing about it constantly!" She smiled knowingly, and took a step closer. "What exactly are you fantasizing about?" I looked down and to the right, feigning embarrassment. "You know... going further..." She took another step closer, and her smile grew more predatory. "Exactly how much further?" she pressed. "Well... all the way..." I said, sheepish. I knew that it was what she'd wanted from the very start, to dominate me and make me do sexual things that the old sheltered me would never have done. "I want to go down on a girl..." "A girl?" she asked, now standing right in my face. I knew what to say. "You..." I told her, acting defeated. "I want to go down on you..." She locked eyes with me then, her smile broad with victory, and she leaned in to kiss me... but then seemed to think better of it. Her lithe arms came up to my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. I let myself come to a kneeling position, my head right at her belt level. She undid her belt and threw it across the room, then took off her pants, excited all the while. She stood in front of me, my face inches away from her panties. What time was it? I had to get this under control. I was really close to having to actually go down on her! She pulled my head close and I let myself breathe in her scent. It was still faint, as she'd just started getting horny, but I'd missed it. Why not do it? It would be so warm and mind-encompassing, like how my world shrank when I got girls off with my hands, but even better... "Wait," I said, thinking of Kira. "I've never had anyone do it to me." "I remember," Rebecca said, recalling our conversations before any of this began. I realized then that it was probably my total sexual inexperience that'd made me such a prime target for her. "Would you show me how it's done first?" I said meekly, looking up her body to lock eyes with her. I gazed back at the insatiable hunger I could see there, feigning vulnerability. There was no way she could resist. She nodded. I backed onto her sofa, careful not to seem too self-assured. In moments, I had my pants off. I hadn't worn any underwear, and I could see her pleasant surprise at that. Her toned arms slid along my legs as she kneeled between them, then pushed them apart forcefully. I drew a sharp breath involuntarily, but it played perfectly into my role. My heart was pounding so furiously that I thought I might explode... her eyes were on me, relishing in what she'd brought me to. She kissed slowly around my upper thighs, grinning. I knew what she wanted. "Please..." I whispered. "I want it so bad..." She tossed her head to get her red hair out of the way... so that I could see better. She wanted me to watch. I held my breath as she moved in, suddenly wishing I could call this all off, suddenly terrified... and then her lips parted, and her tongue touched me. I shivered at the completely new sensation. At first, it was just - oh my god! The first pulse of pleasure hit me, and I jumped. Damn, it felt amazing! She licked up the entire length of my lips, and I jumped again. She lifted her tongue for a second to lick her lips and wet them more, and it hit me... my best friend was licking my pussy! Her soft mouth went to work on me, her tongue working my inner folds and her lips brushing my clit. It blew my mind to think that a girl was tongue-deep in my sex... my wetness... and it felt so amazing... my vision blurred, but I kept watching her. The sight of her down there working on me was erotic as hell. I had some inkling, then, of what it was Kira and Rebecca had been after from me. She placed her lips on my clit and sucked gently. My legs twitched, and I struggled to keep control. Even as empty as it felt without the positive connection I had with Kira, Rebecca's tongue was unbelievable. I felt a massive orgasm coming... and then she stopped. Her fingers came up, and I sucked on them for a moment before she brought them down to slide inside me. Her tongue rolled across my clit again as her fingers rubbed my G spot... it drove me practically wild! All I could think was that yes, my god, I wanted this... I wanted this so bad... I wanted to get off against her face, get off from her warm mouth! Not just her, either... god, sex with girls... the urge was wordless, but I... just wanted more like that, as much as I could get... I thrashed with an explosive orgasm as Rebecca held my legs tight and kept licking. I felt a body-filling release... and a few moments later my vision returned. Rebecca leaned back on her knees, smugly satisfied with her work. Her mouth and chest were soaked... she'd made me squirt! I was too overwhelmed and exhausted from the best orgasm of my life so far to be embarrassed. I could see the hunger in Rebecca's eyes again, now intent on me going down on her, her long-sought prize... she moved to stand, but looked over first. Kira stood in the doorway, watching us. Steps to Licking Pussy Ch. 08 Kira: I didn't need to fake the look on my face. Rebecca leapt up, in only her panties and shirt, completely appalled. "It's... we're..." she stammered. For once, she had no lies. Jennifer slowly stirred on the couch, seemingly in a daze. She was naked from the waist down, and looked soaked. I'd watched the last few minutes of Rebecca's expert oral performance, blazingly turned on but hurt as hell all at the same time. "Why?" I asked her, my planned words fitting with what I felt. "I came over here to surprise you because of what we just..." Rebecca looked absolutely mortified. She slid her pants back on while she hastily spoke. "It's what we've wanted this whole time..." she said weakly. "I literally just asked you to be exclusive like an hour ago," I said loudly, angry with a righteous fury. I'd completely lost the line between acting and real feelings. We just screamed at each other for nearly five minutes. I didn't even know what I was saying, or what she was saying. Finally, we had to pause for breath. "I... have no explanation... I made a mistake..." she stammered, a hopeless look of fear on her face. "But I do love you. I love you so much, you don't even know!" "Oh yeah?" I almost shouted. "Fine, then let's see your phone." "My phone?" "Just curious," I said aggressively. She handed it to me, looking defeated. I looked through it for a minute, already knowing the contents, then pushed my hair back as if I was thinking about things I couldn't comprehend. "You sent pictures of Rachel to those guys?" I said after a minute, disgusted. "I knew it was horrible," Rebecca pleaded. "I just wanted to impress you. I needed their help. You're so amazing, and sexual, and confident, and beautiful, I just..." I tilted my head, trying to make sense of this completely new picture she was trying to paint. "And a fucking boyfriend?" I said through gritted teeth. "I was scared!" "Scared?" "Of how much I felt for you!" she shouted. "What am I, a lesbian? I've always had control of myself, knew who I was, then you came along and I... I was terrified, I just did it to have something to..." I grew even angrier, but now it was directed at this situation, and myself. Our plan had completely imploded. Hot tears ran down my face unbidden. I laughed tearfully. "Ah damnit, damnit!" I shouted. Had this actually been real to her? I looked at Jennifer, who was watching wide-eyed from the sofa. She'd slipped her pants back on while Rebecca and I had shouted at each other. "Come on, Jen," I said quietly. I looked at Rebecca. She stared back at me with those pleading green eyes. "God, screw this," I said in confusion. "The worst part is, it makes sense. Maybe you're telling the truth. Maybe you're so good at spinning lies I'll never know. That's the worst part. Maybe you really do love me." "Stay," she pleaded. I shook my head forcefully, and my tears scattered everywhere. "If this love makes you do these horrible things to people, then I don't want a part of it," I said flatly, angry and confused beyond expression. I motioned, and Jennifer left with me. I didn't look back as we walked to our cars. *** Jennifer: Kira fell backwards onto my bed, still half-crying. She pushed her hair back out of her face. I sat next to her, saying nothing. I knew that the acting and the plan had stopped halfway through that blowout. This was a genuine disaster. "Holy shit, that was horrible," she said, forlorn. "What did we do?" I just sighed in agreement. I had lost a best friend, even if she had been horrible and backstabbing. I watched as Kira stood back up and started folding my dirty towels for some reason. She kept shaking her head, too, lost in thought. I wasn't surprised that she'd come back to my place... I was more surprised at realizing that her and I had a really strong bond now. Maybe the new me didn't even need someone like Rebecca anymore. Maybe the new me needed strong, respectable, great people like Kira. "You know, it's not even about Rebecca," she suddenly said in a fervor. "Screw her. Screw the things she's done. Screw all her lies. It's whatever. I wasn't even really mad at her." "Hmm? What was that all about then?" I asked, concerned. "Is everything alright?" Kira kept folding the towels, and bit her lip. "Yes. No," she said, flustered. "Remember my best friend? The one that I had a falling out with, that sparked all of this... exploration?" "Yeah, I remember." "She got married." "You're not serious?" "Two months ago," Kira said, and I could see the emotions welling up in her. "What the hell is that? How does someone do that? What, did she meet him and get married on the second date?" I'd never seen her like this. It was strange, seeing her vulnerable for the first time. "I just... I just..." she repeated herself, frustrated. She flailed her arms in the air, trying to articulate the inexpressible. I stood up and knocked the towels out of her hand. I didn't know what to say, so I gently dragged her down on the bed and wrapped my arms around her. I could feel her silently crying for a few good minutes. I studied the ceiling, wondering what to do. I realized that, with Rebecca as my best friend, I had always had my life run for me by someone else. Now, there wasn't really a wrong answer... not with Kira. So, I just lay there, arms around her. Apparently, that was the best thing to do, because she seemed to feel better after awhile. "Thanks," she said, dispelling the quiet with a sad laugh. I nodded, moving to face her on the pillow. "Actually," I said after a minute. "Thank you." "For what?" she asked, sniffling. Her brown eyes flitted up and down, reading my expression. "For everything. I can't imagine where I'd be now if I'd never met you. Still friends with Rebecca... maybe under her evil control or something." "Hah, so now you can be under my evil control, is that it?" she asked, smiling. "Something like that," I said, happy to see her smiling again. "But you're a way better best friend." She eyed my arms, still around her, and seemed to consider something for a moment. "Yeah," she replied. "I guess we are best friends. Lord knows nobody else could possibly understand all the things we've been through. This has been nuts, hasn't it?" I nodded, feeling her hot breath on my face as she spoke. "It's been insane," I said absently, looking down at her full lips. "But I think we're the better for it. I like where I am right now..." "Me too..." And then she was kissing me, her still-wet face pressed against mine. I hesitated at the taste of salt, and she took it as a cue to roll on top of me and kiss me harder. I pulled back for a second to grin at the reminder of how great our interplay could be, and then her hands were running under my back to desperately pull me closer. Things felt different this time, strongly emotional and without worry, like a breeze on a hot summer day... her tongue danced with mine as our hands ran over each other's bodies. Our shirts and bras came off, and she pulled me up to kiss down my chest. She seemed to relish licking my larger breasts, and cupped them in her hands the way she'd learned that I liked. I enjoyed it, but pushed her back to rub and squeeze her chest the way I'd learned that she liked. Her breathing was heavy, and I could already smell that she was turned on... her sadness a few minutes ago lent insistent need to the press of our bodies. I knew that it was time to cross the line... She lay back against the pillows, and had me slide her pants off. I wanted to whisper that she was beautiful, because, bared in front of me like that, she really was... but her hands guided mine to her panties. I reached a few fingers under, rubbing her gently. "Take them off, will you?" she asked in a half-moan. I slid them off, lifting her legs up and then spreading them back out. I kissed just once a few inches above her sex, teasing her, and then brought my fingers in, even though I knew that was just teasing her more. She was soaked, and I could smell her scent... and it was more intoxicating than ever. "Jennifer..." she said. "Yeah?" I replied, my voice soft. Her cute brown eyes locked onto mine with blatant need. I would really have done anything for her, but I liked teasing her. "Please..." There were no manipulating words this time, no convincing, no control... just our amazing bond. I nodded gently. I leaned in, heart pounding, recalling the mind-blowing orgasm I'd just had earlier from this kind of act... I wanted her to have that. No, I wanted to make her have that. I wanted her to get off like crazy, and this would be even more powerful than just using my hands... I leaned in between her legs, pausing an inch from her glistening sex. It was beautiful, she was beautiful, and I was wondering how I'd ever feared this so much. I breathed in her scent, rolling the complexity of it in my senses, and I took a moment to enjoy her heat on my face. I looked up one last time, locking eyes with my best friend. She bit her lip and smiled... she'd finally gotten me to do it, even if it wasn't happening the way either of us had expected. I smiled back, warm and happy, and then... She let out a long, satisfied sigh as I licked pussy for the first time. I took in her taste, marveling at how much I enjoyed it. Her heat and wetness felt so intimate... I explored with my tongue, enjoying every sensation. Like so many times before, my world shrank to just my numbed thoughts, the pussy in front of me, and my tools... but this time, it was my tongue instead of my fingers, and my face was right up in it. I could actually feel her body, feel it as she rolled with the pleasure from my actions... and this time, she was still in my little world... my best friend... and it was all about getting her off. My tongue insistently found its way to the spots she liked the most. I brought my fingers in to explore this new angle even more... I felt my own lust dripping down my leg as I used two fingers to expose her clit. I felt even happier as I sucked gently on it, and I found that pushing two of my fingers down against the inside of her sex while I sucked drove her wild. She was bucking and writhing in pleasure, but I knew what I wanted... I curled my fingers upward, like Rebecca had done to me, and stroked her G spot as I sucked. Her legs squeezed my head, but I didn't let up. I wanted to give this girl the best orgasm of her life, and nothing was going to stop me! My thoughts turned to pure heat as I kept sucking and fingering, bringing her right to the edge and then back again until she couldn't take it anymore. Finally, when she started screaming, I rode her thrashing thighs all the way to orgasm, feeling her walls contract around my fingers, and... yes! A gush of her lust washed down my chin and neck. After licking my lips clean, my awareness returned... and there I found myself... sweaty, covered in juices... I'd licked pussy, and I'd loved it! I could tell she'd gotten off harder than ever before, and I knew there was no going back now... maybe I was just a girl who liked to get people off... maybe I was just a girl who liked to get girls off... it didn't matter. This was so right, it was sheer heaven. I could feel it... if it was like this... I would never stop wanting to lick pussy. Kira watched me in dazed awe, panting. "Utter fucking fantastic is right," she breathed, echoing our amazing sex the other day. I laughed, and surveyed the flushed and incredibly attractive body I'd brought to orgasm. I was satisfied completely, through and through... I moved my legs, and found that I'd been so into it, my knees hurt. Not to mention, my jeans were soaked through with my own juices... *** Kira: Nothing had ever felt sweeter. All her barriers had finally come down. I could sense the change in her, the one that had been happening all along. She'd looked so satisfied when she'd been going down on me... and the blissful world of lust I'd seen in her eyes as I'd looked at her, after one of the best orgasms of my life... I had to wonder which one of us had enjoyed it more! For my part, I felt different, too. There were no longer questions of sexuality or feelings or love and pain, at least not for awhile. I just loved having sex with my best friend, and she loved having it with me. Our bond was... awesome. I could see her soaked jeans, and I wanted nothing more than to get into them. After some playful coaxing, I did... and we spent the rest of the night in various positions, mainly ones where we could both lick each other. Her sex was amazing to me, and all her little reactions and pleasures seemed like an open book, even the first time I finally got my tongue in her. It was way different than the frenzied lust I'd had with Rebecca, or the awkward threesome I'd had back with my old best friend. Plus, the thought of Jennifer's addiction to licking pussy, and how I'd helped drive her there, was a continual turn on for me. We came to a multitude of sweaty, exhausted, satisfied orgasms that night - and many others. I couldn't help but get lost in lesbian sex with her... it was amazing. And, to this day, it still is amazing. We're still going strong as of this writing... best friends, the best sex, and we've never been happier.