39 comments/ 167206 views/ 14 favorites Sweet Is The Night By: smallncute Prologue: My name is Miranda, and I'm a petite but curvy young lady living and working in London. I have a rather wonderful partner, who is very much a real gentleman. However, the last few months in particular, my bi-curiosity has become stronger for various reasons. One such reason was reading the stories in the bi-lesbian section at literotica. Another was at a recent wedding, where I stumbled into a room where two girls were embracing, and kissing each other softly. Even now my thoughts wonder back to that sight. However, the main reason, I suppose, was the chat room at literotica. Adrian and I regularly read the stories, and one week, whilst he was away, I ventured into the chat rooms. Very quickly I discovered the bi-room, and started to talk to some of the girls in there. This just served to increase my curiosity, to the extent that I did something about it. I decided that there were three ways in which I could explore my new sense of curiosity, as none of my friends seemed to be inclined that way, and I was afraid to lose any good friends that I may have by suggesting anything. The first thought was simply to allow myself to be chatted up, since there are numerous Gay/Lesbian bars within London. Another was to either place an advert, or to reply to an advert. The final possibility was to, whilst working away, seek the services of a female escort, which are numerous on the Internet these days. I still find this intriguing, and shall possibly contemplate, as I am interested in taking my passion for tie and tease further one day. However, this is a true story of my first sexual encounter with a lady. I hope that you enjoy. * * * * * Thankfully I got home early that afternoon. I don't know why, but a couple of days ago, after chatting with some girl in lit, I decided that Thursday would be the night. I wasn't sure what to expect, I had never been to a gay/lesbian bar before. That Friday morning I would be working from home, having an appointment immediately after lunch. But during the office meeting, I found it hard to concentrate on the topic, as my mind was anticipating the night ahead, both the good and the bad. But I arrived home about 4pm, knowing that I had about two hours or so to get ready. I aimed to be at "Daisy's" around 7pm, entering whilst it was hopefully still empty. Daisy's is a Gay/Lesbian bar in a commercial centre in Northwest London. The area is affluent, many residents commute daily to the City. Consequently there is an assortment of bars, wine clubs etc. catering for all sorts. I had walked past Daisy's regularly but up to now I had not even contemplated looking inside, yet alone entering. Yet later that evening I would be entering, alone, not knowing what I would find… I showered, and ensured my legs were still smooth from having shaved my legs over the weekend, before returning to my room. I was still unsure what to wear, whether to go in a short skirt and low cut top or not. However I decided to be cautious, and so after my matching pale peach bra/thong set I put on a dark brown skirt ending just below my knees (with a slit at the back) and a cream blouse. My hair was in a pony tale, and as usual, minimal makeup, preferring the au-naturale look. To finish it of, I slid my feet into a pair of dark tan leather boots and zipped them up to my knees. I wondered into the bar just after 7pm, having spent some time in a good book store nearby. It was quiet as I walked in, several faces glancing up at me, of both sexes. I ordered a dry white wine, and sat on a table close to the bar on a stage, able to see everyone that came in. I sipped my wine slowly, nervously, as various customers arrived, some of the sights sent shivers down my spine. But the music was lively, and not too loud. I was unsure how to proceed, whether to stay sitting or mingle. Whilst looking around, I heard a "Hello". I turned to meet the stranger and said "Hello". She was quite tall, butch looking with extremely short hair. She introduced herself, and we chatted for a while, noticing that I was new. She was obviously a regular, and she was waiting for her partner. As the conversation progressed, it came out that I had a boyfriend, and was… well, bi-curious. With that, she made a hastily retreat. It was quite comical, looking back. Alone, my eyes wondered around the room. It was very interesting and educational. The night was progressing and the bar was filling up. Some of the customers were the classical, stereotypical, gay/lesbian characters that you see portrayed on the television. Many however were not, starting with me. Then she floated in. Her walk was so graceful that she almost floated to the bar. She sat down, ordered her drink and chatted with the bar tender. Obviously a regular, she stood out from many of the customers. She looked early- mid thirties, had long loose hair and was dressed in a baggy jumper and trousers. She was definitely attractive, to me at least. Whilst my eyes kept wondering around the bar, they often returned to gazing at her. I looked at my glass and it was almost empty, and was deciding whether I should leave, to either come back another day, or go into town to try a couple of bars there. "Hi, I'm Jane. May I join you?" she smiled sweetly as she finished. "I noticed your glass was almost empty, so I took the liberty in getting you a refill. I hope you don't mind?" Speechless, I smiled, before I replied, "Sure, feel free. I'm Miranda." while pointing to a chair. We soon ended up in deep chat, as she confirmed my suspicions that she was a regular. She was also bi-sexual, but currently had no partner at all. She was 33, and lived round the corner. She often used this place as a local, finding it more comfortable to sit on her own in here, than in another local pub. She had also noticed me glancing in her direction. Once as she smiled at me I had returned the smile, unknowingly it seemed as I did not recall doing it… We ended up chatting for a couple of hours, sipping our drinks. She was pleasant and friendly, but could be bold at times with her questions. However, I did not find her intrusive. In fact her questions helped to reveal more about my bi-curiosity, and she helped me to understand my feelings. She also fully understood what I was going through, having undergone a similar situation when she was at University. I felt at ease with her. Even when she rubbed her calf against mine, and moaned gently, commenting about my leather boots. Well time was getting on, and I had much to think about. "I would like to meet you again." I stated. "Are you on email?" I enquired, "Or are you one of the lucky few who have been able to avoid the Internet madness?" I reached into my bag and handed her my business card, but wrote my home email address, asking her to write to that one if she wished. With a note of her email we stood up, hugged and parted, and as I started to walk I realised how wet and aroused I had become over the course of the conversation. As I got home that night I could not stop thinking about Jane; her maturity and her ability to put me at ease. I removed my clothes, and laid on my bed. My hands unconsciously started to feel my body, cupping my breasts, stroking my now aching pussy through my thong, gently massaging my clit through the lace. I soon had an intense orgasm, gasping, and breathing heavily, before falling asleep, still in my underwear. I awoke the following morning awake and clear-headed, until I realised I was still in my underwear. Then, as I remembered what happened when I arrived home, I looked around and saw that my clothes were uncharacteristically strewn across the floor rather then hung up or placed in the laundry bin. Having made myself a cup of tea, and removed my underwear, I retreated back to bed, and thought about the previous night. I was soon caressing my body again, imagining it was Jane's hands touching me. My hands cupped my breasts, played with my nipples, stroked and caressed my body all over, before my right hand found itself at my crotch, fingers sliding in and out, as I worked myself up to a frenzy, gasping and screaming, as my body convulsed with a really intense orgasm. Finally, after showering and dressing, I started to prepare for the meeting, switching on my home PC. As I work at home, my company pays for access to Broadband/cable connection. On checking my email had an email from Jane. Hi Miranda, Thank you for a lovely evening. It was lovely to meet you, and well I hope we (or even I) didn't put you out of any thoughts you may have. Have a good meeting, and hope to see you again, SOON. Hugs and kisses Jane I read it several times, my mind in turmoil. I quickly wrote a reply, and sent it before I had chance to think clearly and change my mind. Hi Jane, Thank you for your email. It was lovely to meet you. I still cannot believe you're 33, you look younger, and have got lovely eyes. Are you free at all this weekend? Perhaps we could meet up, even just for coffee. See you soon, I hope, Miranda I spent the rest of the morning working, and wondering. Literally moments before I was about to switch off and depart, Eudora informed me that I had a new email. Miranda, You're so sweet… Fancy meeting up in Costa's, opposite Daisy's at 2ish on Saturday? I'm free all afternoon. Must go, work, see you then? Jane. Before I left for my meeting, I hastily called my friend, and cancelled the pencilled in drink on Saturday night. That afternoon at work was a blur, barely thinking about the job in hand. My mind was wandering, wondering, thoughts passing through my mind. Finally I arrived home, changed into my old, but comfy, leggings and sports bra, and put a thick baggy jumper on. Then I logged into lit, chatted and sipped my wine, wishing that Adrian was here. My pussy was permanently on fire, or so it seemed. I awoke to the sound of rain and wind that Saturday morning. Typical English Autumnal weather, cold wet and generally miserable! The only good thing was that I had slept well, eventually, and woke up just after 9am. The morning went fairly quick, though the weather made me wonder what I should wear… I started by rolling on my stockings over my calves and up onto my thighs. Next was the thong, a deep blue, with erotic lace, very brief. Immediately thereafter was my matching bra. I reached behind and fastened it, then cupping my breasts in the cups, ensuring they were comfortable. I had chosen a silk blouse for the top, a lovely deep/Royal electric blue, one of my favourite colours. Despite the rain and the wind, I opted for a skirt, but a long dark skirt, almost to my ankles, but a revealing slit down the back. Finally eased my foot into a pair of black knee high boots, and slowly fastened up the zip, before repeating the process on my other foot. And I left, wondering what the day would have in store for me. I arrived at the coffee Bar slightly early; god the weather was fowl on that day. Bit I purchased a large coffee and sat down, reading one of the magazines laying on the table, and looking to see if Jane had arrived. Soon, I saw her waltz in, as if she was walking on air, her walk is such an amazing sight. She came up to me, and leant forward, giving an almighty hug, whispering, "I wasn't sure whether you would be here, but its good to see you". Jane looked stunning. As she removed her coat, she revealed a pale blue jumper, with a V neckline, revealing her ample cleavage. She to, had decided to wear a skirt, but hers went down to past her knees, showing her toned calves, and deep tan ankle boots. Her long dirty blonde hair was lose, and wind swept, but it helped to add a touch of something…. After buying coffee for us both, we sat and chatted, before deciding to spend the day drifting into the shops, as the weather was still pretty wet. The afternoon sailed by, as we talked, as if we had known each other for years, but not seen each other. We looked at clothes, lingerie, books, it was an interesting insight to her life, and her likes; dislikes. However, before we knew it, the shops were closing, and the sky was dark, black and forbidding. "Hungry?" Jane asked. " I know a lovely small Italian restaurant round the corner, cheap and food is wonderful." "Sounds good" I replied. It was indeed small, all the tables close together and the room seemed to be lit purely by candles. We sat down, and ordered. I felt her feet rub against the sides of my boots. I looked up, and she smiled, pressing her foot against me harder... As we left the restaurant, we were both like children. Perhaps it was the wine; perhaps it was because we felt at ease with each other. AS we walked to Jane's flat, the skies opened up on us, and we ran the best we could to her apartment, giggling like schoolgirls. Soon we were inside, out of the rain. Our coats were drenched, as was my blouse. We were still giggling, when Jane leant to wards me, and kissed me on my lips, her tongue brushing along the length of my lips. She withdrew, slightly. My jaw felt as if it had dropped several feet, her kiss had caught me unawares, totally. But I did not move. She leant forward again, cupping my face with her hands. She brought her mouth up to my face, I could feel her breaths against my skin, quickening in pace, as was my breathing, fast and shallow, I could feel my heart beat pounding in my veins, as her thumbs caressed my face. She exposed her tongue, running along my nose, my cheeks, licking, tasting my skin. I just stood there. Slowly her tongue returned to my lips, licking along the length of my lips, before she whispered, "I want to kiss you". Before I had chance to reply, her tongue slowly parted my lips, slowly probing along the inside of my lips, feeling her tongue run against my teeth, as her hands pulled my face closer to hers. I returned the kiss, parting my lips, allowing Jane to kiss me, deeply, passionately. She did. This was the first time I had been kissed by another girl. It was soft, sensuous, caring. The kiss became deep, and passionate, as her hands moved from my head onto my body, caressing, stroking, as she moaned into my mouth. I was s till pretty passive at this point, as Jane took the initiative. Slowly, as I gained more confidence, moved onto her body, lightly caressing, stroking, my tongue to started to take over, my body was starting to react, after the initial, but pleasant surprise of Jane kissing me. Slowly, the kiss died down, and we withdrew, my pulse was fast, as was my breathing. I hadn't felt this good, this turned on, for some time. "More Wine?" Jane asked. She returned from the kitchen with a bottle of white wine, as we sat on the sofa. Conversation was rather non-existent, as we sipped our wine. I could see Jane's eyes look over my body. Slowly she stood up, and walked towards me, offering me her hands. Taking them both, I stood up and looked into her, seeing the passion in those eyes. Gently she started to run her hands over my shoulders, down onto my breasts, cupping them through the blouse, as she leant in towards me. My lips met hers, as we kissed, sucking on each other's lips, and tongues, our hands caressing each other's body. I became bold and slid my hand up under her jumper, feeling her skin, and her full breasts, cupped in a soft lace. I'm not sure how long we kissed and caressed, before Jane withdrew, smiling as she did so. Her fingers moved down my blouse, unfastening each button slowly, a warm smile on her lips. I went to move my hands, but she whispered "No". Slowly, my blouse opened, revealing my bra, as her hands slid inside, cupping each breast, stroking my nipple through the lace. "Ahh so you like lace bras too? She asked. I could only manage a smile. Soon, my blouse was slid over my shoulders, as her hands found my skirt, unfastening it and allowing it slide of my hips, down my thigh onto the floor, revealing my stockings and boots, together with the matching thong. "Ooohhhhhh you look so lovely" as she steeped back, her eyes wondering up and down my body. She paused, and sipped her wine, humming quietly. She picked up the bottle of wine, and her glass, in one hand, and took my hand with the other. She started to pull me, gesturing for me to follow her. Armed with my almost empty glass I followed her, to her bedroom. "Sit down please" She asked in a gentle voice. I sat and watched her move around her room, lighting the candles, the smell of Jasmine slowly infiltrating the air. Finally, she turned the light of, allowing the room to be lit by flickering candles. Gently Jane pushed my back, allowing her fingers to rub my calves though my boots, gently, sensuously. I went to speak, but she just raised a finger to her mouth, suggesting silence? A hand soon gripped the zipper, and unfastened by boot, tugging it of over my feet, before removing the other boot. A foot was raised, and she lent forwards, sucking on my stocking clad toe, and sending shivers of delight up my spine. She motioned me to move up the bed, a large king size, with a deep duvet. She leant over me, and started to kiss my mouth, sucking on my lower lip, her fingers caressing my body lightly. Soon, my top lip was the centre of attention, gently sucking and biting on my lip, her tongue caressing the inside of my mouth, her tongue running along my teeth, I could only moan in to her lips. I could feel her finger, and fingernails caressing my skin, the touch was so light, it was almost ticklish. I felt her tongue run over my nose, my lips, before she planted a trail of light kisses across my cheek, and sucking on my ear lobe, feeling her breath against my ear, as she breathed deeply, sending little waves of pleasure though me. Her head moved, kissing as she did so, down my neck, moaning, and speaking, words of compliments filling my ears, saying the sweetest of things, if only my boyfriend would. From my neck, she moved down wards, onto my chest, kissing, nibbling, and licking. She was in the process of covering my entire body, so it seemed with kisses, sweet and tender. I felt her wet tongue though the lace onto my breast, her fingers still lightly rubbing my body, caressing, teasing. "Lift your Back," she requested. I felt her hands slide under, and unhook the bra, and sliding it over my shoulders, revealing my full but firm breasts. ""Oohhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm " was all I heard, before I felt her tongue, lightly on the tip of a nipple, slowly being enveloped between her sensuous lips, gently sucking, biting. I gasped as she bites, moaning with the pleasure, as shivers ran through my body. Slowly my breast was taken into her mouth, as her lips worked on my breast, her tongue on my nipple, as she seemed to be able to take most of it into her mouth. Finally, she moved the focus of attention, onto my other breast, "ensuring it is not forgotten". Eventually, she moved on, leaving my breasts heaving for more attention, nipples hard and stiff, prominent. Her tongue found my belly button, as she started to kiss it, her tongue swirling and twisting, sending ticklish shivers down my spine. Her fingers were now running along my thighs, and up to my thong, and over it, barely touching. I felt her mouth, getting up. I opened my eyes, to see her taking position at the base of the bed, and lifting my leg, running her fingers down my stocking clad calf's, reaching the outline of my toned muscles. I gasped, as again, she places her lips over my big toe, as Jane started to delicately suck on my toe, her tongue swirling round in circles on the end of my toe, before she opened up her lips, and slide my toe deep into her mouth. She started sucking on it, sliding my toe in, and then out of her mouth slowly. She was heaven. Never in my life, had a person spent so much time on my body, discovering erogenous zones until now unknown. She sent shivers up my spine, down my arms, my body was sensitive, I could feel my pussy, ache, needing to be touched, to be fucked. I lay back on the bed, gripping the duvet with my fists, as she bought me nearer, and nearer to orgasm. Sweet Is The Night Ch. 02 Sweet is The Night, - The Agonising Awakening. Prologue: It has taken me several years and lots of persuasion to write this account; the second part of the first time I made love, not to a male but a female. It is also a noose around my neck, hoping that this story will be well received. However here goes and it starts with the final few paragraphs of sweet is the night. To those English connoisseurs out there, I know I have mixed my tense up. It is partly deliberate; some of it is what I was thinking, there, then at the time, and what was happening to me. Other comments are me now looking back to almost four years, remembering the significance of this episode in my life. Those who have read Christina's seduction will also know the importance of that mile stone; it is when I was more confident with my own bisexuality, and confident enough to seduce a straight girl. That was also a traumatic few days in my life. ------------ "Thank you." I whispered, through my smile, pulling her close, wanting to hug her, feel her next to me, as we lay, hugging, caressing. Soon, we were sitting up, sipping wine. I was almost naked; except for my stocking clad legs. However Jane was still fully dressed, as I let my hands slide under her jumper, feeling her smooth skin, and gently pinching. "It's your turn." I whispered into her ear, kissing, nibbling her lobe. She purred, gently, before moving, standing up. Standing at the base of the bed, she undressed, slowly lifting her jumper over her head, exposing her full breasts, trying to burst out of the bra. Her skirt was soon unfastened, exposing her matching pants, also lace. Slowly, suggestively, she eased her breasts out of the bra, as the bra was dropped onto the floor, her thong following closely. I could not keep my eyes off her; her breasts were full, firm and uplifting, her nipples proud and erect. Her pussy was trimmed, and her hair was let down, long, reaching to halfway down her back. She looked adorable, lovely… There was a moment of silence, an awkward silence as I stared at Jane, in her nudity. I gulped, several times, trying to say something, but only a sigh escaped. As she approached the bed, climbed onto the bed next to me, I still stared, my mind in turmoil. I had never seen at this close a naked girl. Yes I had seen girls in the changing room of the gym, etc but this was well very different. In the gym, you observe from a distance, as we shower, change and leave. Here, was Jane, openly flaunting her self to me, hoping, wanting me, encouraging me to touch her, feel her, to caress her. I felt my heart beat, the echo of the beat inside my head. Smiling, she placed my hands on her body… "Caress me, Miranda, explore…" in a soft sensual, yet slightly husky sound. Slowly I picked up courage… My hands traced the outline of her breasts. Her skin was soft, smooth, not muscular and hairy like so many men. A shiver ran up my spine, as I realised how soft Jane was. My fingers wandered feeling the outline of her breasts, the undersides, her thighs, shoulders, and abdomen. "Miranda?" I looked up, at her lovely face, watching her develop a lovely intent smile. "You look apprehensive, are you?" "Yes," nodding slightly… "Here's some advice. When you have sex, make love to another girl, another female, cast your mind back. Remember what you enjoy, how you liked to be touched, caressed. Remember those erogenous zones you love, and the boyfriend ignores…" "Yes." giggling softly, remembering how I like to play with my body, where I like to caress, how I like to touch, pinching my own nipples, stroking them, caressing the soft underbelly of my breasts, my inner thighs… "All you need to do is to reciprocate, and you will I assure you give your partner pleasure." smiling. I smiled back, moving aside, beckoning her to lie down on her back, kneeling beside her. Running my fingers over her lips, I felt her pucker her lips, to kiss my lips, to take them, suck on them. My lips found hers letting out a soft sigh. My tongue ran over her lips, feeling the little indentations, the softness, her taste. This was the first time I was leading…. My hands held her cheek as we kissed, softly, tenderly lightly caressing her cheek with my finger tips. I struggled with my courage to part her lips with my tongue, and to brush past her lips into her mouth. My mind seemed strange, again in turmoil, but why? We had kissed, she had touched me. She had pleasured me unlike any man. Not necessary better, or worse, but a different style, more sensual, more caressing. Despite the unease I felt, we continued to kiss feeling my tongue brush, slide past hers. As I accepted her tongue, she accepted mine eagerly. The kiss developed in intensity and longing. I cannot recall how long we kissed, or rather I kissed her. It may seem strange, but this detail is important, as it helps me to understand my sexual awakening, up till now, Jane had taken the lead. Whether it was by design, or by fate, I really do not know, but Jane was being submissive… No submissive is the wrong terminology, but she definitely allowed me to be the lead, encouraged me to be more proactive. We kissed and we kissed. At times it was short, soft sensual butterfly kisses, me kissing her lips, sucking on her lips her protruding tongue. It was also a slow deep sensual kiss, feeling our lips part, feeling my lovers tongue slide over mine, as if the tips were playing games. It was also a passionate kiss, lips moving, tongues dancing erotically, as if they were partners expressing themselves. If the kiss were to be named after a dance, it would surely be the tango. I do not recall who broke the kiss, but we both gasped for air, our lungs gasping for oxygen, needing to refill. Jane picked herself off the bed, leaning back on her forearms, arching her head, neck backwards as if it were an offering, a sacrifice. My lips came to bear, slowly kissing, and licking. Hearing Jane gasp, letting out soft gentle sighs, complimenting me, encouraging me, educating me. I explored, tentatively her body, seeking out her erogenous zones. A nipple came into contact with my tongue. Remembering both what I enjoy and Jane's tender touch earlier on, I licked it, flicked it wrapping my tongue of it; feeling the softness of the nipple despite it being hard. My tongue outlined the curve of her breast, areola, the nipple, the soft underside of her breast. "Oh God," was all I seem to remember but aware of her hands running through my hair, caressing my back, shoulders, hearing her gasp, sigh, and occasionally tensing. I realised that I could cup her two breasts, bring her both of her nipples to bear, flicking both, nibbling, tugging, hearing her gasp sharply with my touch. "Oh god, harder yes harder…HARDER." "OUCH NOT THAT HARD." At some point, I was aware that my exploring tongue had found her belly button, as I kissed, it, flicked my tongue inside. Soon I was aware that as I kissed, it was as if it were her mouth, I sent a slight ripple across her abdomen, making me giggle slightly, I never was sure if Jane realised what I was doing. On looking up, she was on her back, head to one side, eyes closed, her hands caressing her breasts, pinching her own nipples. The edge of the forest was light to begin with, but, my hands caressing her inner thighs, and my exploration, the forest was the next place on my voyage of discovery. As I went closer to her mound, I felt the forest of pubic hair pick up, and heard her sigh a deeper sigh, aware of her body tensing slightly. Looking up, her eyes were open, looking down a smile up on her lips. "Miranda?" "Yes?" softly answering. "Please move between my legs, I want to look down at you, to see you." Knowing how important eye contact is with Adrian, I did as she requested. I felt my self gulp, as I looked at her fanny, her sex inches from me. "Gosh." I thought, realising this is the first time I have seen a fanny, pussy, up this close, I have not even seen mine this close…. My mind was again in turmoil, thoughts flashing through, as I looked, stared at her sex. Her fanny was covered in dark hairs, long, but not thick. Her labia, vulva were engorged with blood, swollen, puffy, and glistening in her own juices. My fingers gently traced the outline of the natural folds, feeling her shiver, squirm to my gentle touch. At the top of her labia, just below her clitoris, was an area of bright pink, again, looking moist, deliciously moist I thought? Her clit was exposed, as if it was pushing aside its hood, wanting to be caressed, licked, and touched. I stared further. Looking at the folds of the labia, how they seemed to twist, fold over to protect her. I felt my heart miss a beat, or was it two? Part of me felt disgusted, hearing voices coming from within; my mind asking "Do you really want to lick and kiss that?" But part of me was being bolder, as it answered yes. "Doesn't it look inviting? Sure it's a girl. But aren't you intrigued as to what it will feel like, taste like, how it will respond to your touch?" But the other voices, were also prominent, "your about to became gay, a Lezo, a label, your family will disown you, as will Adrian. You want to lick a girl's pee hole, and kiss it, you're a dirty cow." I felt my eyes stare; lingering at her fanny, before looking at her, seeing her smile softly as my mixed, confused emotions; my conflict battled it out in my mind. I recall that she asked me something, but I could not hear, I was in a deep trance, mesmerised, hypnotised by her fanny and the conflicts within my self. "Miranda?" In a slow, almost concerned softness, "Are you alright?" "Slowly my mind returned to reality, the situation there, present. You know when some how time seems to slow down in your little world, your own bubble, that was how It seemed, with me. "Yes, I'm fine." I replied. Slowly, hesitantly I moved my self towards those imposing lips, trying to remember the techniques of my various lovers, including Jane, only minutes before. Tentatively I touched her labia with my tongue, sensing her flinch, hearing her gasp lightly. I felt her hand stroke my hair lightly, as I leaned further forward onto, into her. Slowly my tongue explored, from the outside, taking it in, watching what I did, and how she reacted. I remember tracing the labia, the contours, moving in a circular manner, feeling the texture of her fanny, her labia, the hairs, and of course her taste, so different to that of a male, not as salty, sweeter, definitely sweeter. I cannot really recall how Jane reacted, what she said, apart from it was a show of pleasure. As I slowly became at ease with myself, what I was doing and how she responded, I developed a sense of boldness, exploring further a field, licking, flicking her clitoris with my tongue. I tugged it slightly as well, somewhat hard, which resulted in a play full slap; and a loud sigh, a deep moan. I remember taking my time, partly to repay her kindness, but also I was intrigued, whether I could pleasure another girl, another woman, I think, also deep down if I had rushed it, I may not have had the confidence to repeat it, to make love to either Jane or another girl again; so I stayed there, orally making love to her labia, and her clit, aware of Jane's sighs, moans; aware of her running her fingers through my hair. Finally I summoned courage, to part her labia, and to start exploring her inside, slowly licking, tasting, her entrance, the contrast of my tongue against the bright pink. I know she exposed her self, with her hands she helped her lips open, my tongue pushing further forwards, inwards, deeper into her fanny, her mound, her inner most sanctuary. The textures were strange new, not unpleasant, but well certainly different. I am not sure how to describe the texture, though it was moist, a sticky moisture, sweetish too. It had a velvety texture, as I pushed further, deeper, feeling her respond. Feeling her respond, aware of how aroused she had become, gave me what I needed to over come the last of my inhibitions. I pushed against her harder, exploring her inside, aware of my tongue twisting, exploring tasting, suddenly feeling at ease with Jane, the situation, my final inhibitions left me as I started to make love to Jane orally, no longer caring about what was happening, to me, nor that of my surroundings but rather wanting to care for Jane, wanting to pleasure her….. To make love to her as she had to me earlier. Again, I felt the bubble explode, no longer cocooned in my time distortion capsule, I became aware of Jane, not that I had not been, but I was more focused on what I was doing, the effect of my actions, from my own perspective rather than Jane's. But as the bubble burst again, I became at ease with myself, my new sexuality, and most importantly of all, my current situation, of kneeling in front of an older woman, making love to her, her legs wrapped around my back. As I became focused, I could hear Jane, gasping sighing, calling out my name. I picked up the tempo, wanting to make love to her, to pleasure her, Even now, I remember thinking to myself this is a time to make love, you can fuck her another time. I felt my tongue push harder, my fingers becoming more active, seeking her clit, prominent and erect, with my forefinger, pressing it onto her pelvis slightly, grinding onto it… She flinched, grabbed my hair and pulled me in closer, harder onto her clitoris. I continued, slightly harder, caressing, pressing her clit against her self whilst my tongue worked more frantically than ever exploring her inner sanctuary. "Oh god, I'm, I'm so close…. Finger me… I want, need your fingers inside me." I clearly remember looking up. Her eyes were closed; her head arched back, exposing her throat. One hand was on her breast, left may be? Caressing it, feeling the nipple, pinching it, hearing her gasp, sigh. Her other hand moved, towards me, as she called out my name, her fingers found mine and squeezed them gently, "Please, Don't Stop, oh god please." My two fingers came together, bent slightly, as if on autopilot mode, I slide them in, deep, but gently, feeling her muscles give way to the invasion. I wanted to seek her magical spot, to touch it, caress it, till she came, gasping shuddering with the intensity of the orgasm. Yet I did not want to be brutal harsh. "Oh fuck, Oh god Miranda" She yelped, suddenly realising I had found her magical spot. Realising the effect of those caresses, I eased back, allowing my fingers, slightly bent to caress that spot, lightly gently. My lips, tongue, teeth sought out her clit, slowly kissing. I felt my tongue flick it, and the hood, caressing it as the tongue moved. I heard her gasp, felt her body shudder, and again, this time the gasp was louder, the shudder, her flinch tighter... I continued, looking at her in part, or looking at what I was doing, seeing my two fingers inside her. I have been masturbating for a while, and have used a mirror to watch my fingers, but this was different. It was not myself I was bringing to orgasm, but Jane, another girl, becoming transfixed again as I watched, my curved fingers pushing past her labia, reaching deep inside her fanny, touching the spot, massaging, caressing, hearing the squelch, in between her heavy panting, her heavy breathing. My self analysis, the analysis of the situation was again shattered, again, my bubble, my time warp bubble was brought to a sudden demise. Jane swore, cursed, and temporarily believed in a greater being as she reached orgasm, To this day, the sight was special, IS special. Her body convulsed, her wrists, fingers tugging at the duvet, gripping it tightly, her legs moving, kicking, thrashing, my fingers still inside, feeling her muscles tighten, grip around my fingers… Slowly she recovered, the two of us hugged, kissed, caressed. To this day I have no recollection of time that evening; neither did Jane. We just lay there, hardly speaking a word, for different reasons. What had happened between us that night was something for us both to savour, if not for the rest of our lives, for a considerable time. It was at that point I became aware of how hot I was, we were, our bodies, glistening from the perspiration, in particular our breasts, from the subdued lighting. I lay there, feeling hot, but so content; I guess I was slowly drifting to sleep. I can remember thinking how moist and wet I still seemed to feel between my legs, inside my fanny. "Shower time!" I looked up, to see Jane smiling, hearing the shower in the bathroom next door. I smiled, looked at her, standing, her breasts sagging ever so slightly, feeling the duvet being removed from my body. Even though Jane was totally naked, I felt slightly uncomfortable, at unease. Deep down there was still some conflict stirring, part of me, my sub conscious was unable to accept the fact, that I have just had sex, made love to a female. Either that, or more importantly I had enjoyed it both being pleasured and giving pleasure. Blushing slightly, I tried to cover myself with the Duvet, but Jane would have none of it. "For fuck sake Miranda, your body is lovely, be proud of it, let me see in, please allow me to indulge." "Sorry." I replied sheepishly. She pulled me up, and wrapped her arms around me, pressing; deliberately it seemed her breasts onto me, onto mine, her hands enveloping me as we embraced hugged. "You're still slightly unsure aren't you my sweet?" I just nodded, and felt her give me a reassuring peck, and a friendly hug. Even now, more than any body else I know, Jane can hug me as a friend… and other times in a more sexual context. Strange, very strange. "Shower?" Before I had time to answer, she had taken my hand, and led me to the bath room, her fingers gently caressing the back of my hand, so sweet, tender, reassuringly. Her shower consists of an electric power shower, but as in many places, feeding a bath tub, rather than a shower tray. However as we stepped in, it dawned on me that there were two showers. In addition to the electric shower, there was a shower from the bath taps, allowing us to shower together with minimal loss of water pressure. It felt weird, but also pleasant, as we both allowed the water to moisten our bodies, using the spray to refresh our bodies. "Want me to wash you?" I asked, feeling myself swallow on air, alarmed, surprised by my own aggressiveness. Her sweet smile answered my question, as I reached for the shower gel, pouring into my hands, before I started to wash, lather her body. I started from the neck, and covered all of her body, Jane lifting her arms, or what ever appropriate to allow me access, as the water poured onto us. Washing her breasts, her nipples, I felt them stiffen, to my touch, and a giggle. Giving her a quick rinse, I sat on the edge of the bath, my hands pulling her towards me. As the water cascaded over us, my mouth sucked on her nipple… feeling her hands run through my wet heavy hair, as it clung to my neck, my body. I engorged, fed on her breast, her nipple, my hand caressing, stroking her body, feeling her wince, gasp as I caressed between her thighs. I felt her legs part, and she took a small side step, inviting wantonly my fingers. I am not sure to this day how she did it, but she engulfed my caressing fingers, feeling her muscles grip them. "Oh Fuck Miranda, do you know how good that is?" I heard her gasp loudly. Her hands reached down, calling me softly, asking for me to stand up. Our mouths met, collided in the heat of passion, our lips, tongues and mouths making love to one another. I felt her grind onto my fingers. "Oh God." I gasped. "What?" "Fuck me, oh fuck me; use me." Our mouths entwined again, my fingers inside her, deep, exploring, teasing her magical spot. I felt her fingers part my lips, shifting my position to help her, feeling her fingers slide up, almost brutally, in comparison to earlier. We then proceeded to fuck, finger fuck each other. I felt my muscles trap Jane's invading fingers, trying to grip them, control them, for my pleasure. My pelvis rode on her fingers, grinding against them, trapping my clit between my pelvis and on her hand. I remember Jane doing something similar, my fingers deep inside her, stretching her, exploring her, fucking her. The sounds of us gasping, moaning was hardly audible over the running water. Sweet Is The Night Ch. 02 "Ohhhhhhhhh Fuck Jane," I'm so close." We stood, leant, knelt there, with the water cascading over us, until we came, and we were both vocal, and its not often that I am that vocal. I also peed slightly, as the orgasm from that brutal fuck was so intense, but Jane did not discover that little habit of mine that evening. But the noise of the shower masked our words of passion, our words of vulgarity. We collapsed into an embrace, in the shower, soft tender kisses, as we hugged, stroked caressed, suddenly, despite the water feeling very sleepy. Another attempt was made at washing ourselves. The water was turned of, and we dried each other, in almost silence, the physical, and emotion of the evening was taking its toll. Dried, off went the lights, as we collapsed into bed, facing each other, lightly caressing. We drifted off to sleep, in a position what seems to be now known as spooning. But it was a close hug, a cuddle our bodies bent to maximise touch, the soft feeling of another body laying in bed next to me, not the muscular hair body of a male, but the soft, sensual touch of another girl. I awoke, in the early hours, under the duvet, her arms wrapped around me. I turned on my back, and she moved, adjusted her self, before her face was using my chest, my right breast as a pillow. This felt strange, as with Adrian, and previous boyfriends; I sleep on the right, not the left, and here I was on the left? Did this make me the 'male' of the relationship I wondered? I felt my hands lightly caress her, feeling her soft breath on my breast, aware that my fingers had lightly started to caress her, but she snuggled closer, and continued to sleep, but I could not. But I had to smile to myself, a content smile. But as well, I was concerned; I had been unfaithful to Adrian, my boyfriend of about two years. Yes he wanted us to have a three some, and it intrigued me, but I could not, would not go straight into a threesome. It seems that some girls can, and do, but it was not for me. My sleep, my favourite type of sleep, that is caused by a good, earth shattering fucking, and those intense orgasms was shattered by a cheerful Jane, and armed with a cup of tea in hand. Smiling, she kissed me on the lips "Good morning Miranda!" "Ummm, What… Oh fuck, oh god." Jane just giggled, "Wakey Wakey" I woke up, fingering my eyes, as my eyes tried to look at the surroundings, in day light… its November, daylight, and giggles as it dawned on me how late it was. I also remembered the events of the night before, looking at Jane, her double bed, myself. I saw the pile of clothes on the floor, in a heap, a mess, remembering us undressing, feeling the shiver transverse down my spine. "Oh god." I thought… Soon the events of the night came back, the passion, the intensity, the softness. "We had sex I thought, I have slept with another girl, let her pleasure me, "Oh my God" My turmoil returned albeit briefly as I tried to comprehend my actions of the night before She climbed back into bed, and hugged me, licking my breast, gently tugging at my nipple; my eyes finally became used to the bright sun. Gently, sipping our tea, we talked, discussed the events of the day, the evening before. Finally we finished the pot of tea, Jane also has a liking for mugs of tea first thing in the morning, before we showered again, though not as fun as the evening before, before we went out on the bus. Jane took us to a local deli, where we had coffee and fresh cream cakes for breakfast. We acted like teenagers that day, and whilst I was now sure as to my bi sexuality in the bedroom, I was not ready if I were to go public. Jane had other ideas. Being more sure and confident in her self, she teased me that day, trying to hold my hands, work arm in arm. The more I resisted, the more she was adamant, determined to 'oust me'! But she was not; it was I who was making a scene. Looking back, days and now years since, if I had been tactile, no one would have guessed we were gay; girls who had made love the night before. In stead they would assume, as they do now that we are very fond friends, and express our friendship perhaps more tactile than others. Little do they realise how tactile we can be. But back to that day, we ate breakfast, drank coffee before walking around the shops of a North London up Market Street, before I found myself in a little alley way, a through fare regularly used. Smiling, she cupped my cheek, "You're so funny my sweet; I could kiss you for ever." With that, she pulled my face to hers, and kissed me there in the street, before I had chance to say any thing, totally unprepared to resist. Her lips brushed against mine, a slow lingering kiss, feeling her tongue circle my lips, as she toyed, teased with me, her free hand caressing my body, lifting my skirt, gasping as I felt the cool November air on my thighs. Her tongue parted my lips, feeling her lips, and then her teeth suck on my bottom lip, her free hand still roaming. I melted into her embrace, her kiss, as soon as we parted lips, kissing, hard deep and with a fiery passion. "Excuse me please!" spoke the dark elderly voice. We stopped and realised that we had blocked the alley way, preventing an elderly couple from walking past. We gave way, and looked at each other before, them being out of ear shot, we laughed. Since that point, I have not been afraid to demonstrate, show my bi-sexuality in public. Finally we had another coffee, before retiring back to her place. We collapsed on the sofa, and made some refreshing tea, and leant back into each other, cuddling, giggling, still very much in the young girl's syndrome, or rather was it the hint of two girls in love? The hugging ended up as a tight cuddle. The cuddle ended up in a deep passionate kissing embrace with me kissing Jane. It was not a soft girly kiss. But rather I didn't hold anything back. I kissed her with tongue and not like a girl would kiss another girl. Before our hands explored, and this time I partly undressed her, seduced her, and made her cum in her living room, and she returned the compliment. Afterwards we giggled at the sight of ourselves, blouses undone, bras undone, breasts exposed, skirts hitched up. That night, as I headed home, the skies had opened up. It was that typical cold dark November grey drizzle, the sort that runs down your neck despite 5 layers of water proofs. I think it was reflecting my thoughts. Part of me was feeling ecstatic, elated, and had experienced another female, have her make love to me, for me to make love to her; as well I had a lovely week end, it had been fun, Jane and I had got on extremely well. But I was also mixed up, confused, and very confused. I felt I had betrayed Adrian, my parents, my friends. Sitting at home alone brooding, I thought hard, about what had happened, what I had experienced, the highs, the lows. When Jane called me later that evening, she could tell something was wrong, and she guessed exactly why I was feeling down. Whilst I am not a huge fan of Guns and Roses, every time I hear November Rain, I think back with fondness, and often a tear of that life changing week end. Epilogue: Four years later, I am actively bi sexual and generally enjoy every minute of being with a girl, but I also enjoy the male body, the male form, the cock, penis. For those bi-curious girls out there, I beg you to investigate your curiosity. It might not be as easy, as rosy of some of the stories suggest, mentally it can be hard, confusing. But if you are really intrigued, genuinely bi-curious then you have to work through it; persevere. . After all life is not meant to be easy as we all know I am sure you will want to know about Jane and I. We are still very much friends, good friends. Are we lovers? I personally don't class us as lovers, neither does Jane I think. Rather we have become close friends, friends who some times show our feelings, affection for each other at a more intimate, physical level then many 'girl mates' do. She currently has a boyfriend, and I think is very much found of him, as I am with Adrian. Adrian is also found of her, and whilst I think he may suspect, he does not know that she was my first female lover, and apart from a couple of old school or university friends she is in the close knit. This episode was a long time in coming, and I never really understood why until I came to revisit it. But having read another true first time account (thank you Haley), I felt compelled to finish it. After all, I have had countless requests to do so. Here it is. I am not sure if it is the piece of erotica people wanted however. It is in places slightly cold and stark. Not about the act it self. But rather my mental anguish, the mixed emotions as during that night, and the Sunday that I had to accept that I was a bisexual. As such, rightly or wrongly I had stepped out of the safety, security of being cocooned in the 'normal' corridor of life, and into the harshness, of being abnormal, potentially being singled out as one of those. Some of my closest friends accept those who are straight, or those who are knowingly and openly gay. But they do not seem to accept those that may enjoy the sexual enjoyment that what both males and females have to offer. Perhaps we are seen as a threat to them, and their boyfriends, partners. One final thought. Apparently I have offended some individuals on how I have used the term bisexual, as if it is a disease. Sorry to those whom I have upset. Being Bisexual is not a disease. A sate of mind may be. I now enjoy the pleasure of both males and females sexually, either in the bedroom or any where else that takes our fancy. I would, do value feedback of any so long as it is constructive. If you don't like it, let me know. Miranda July 05 Sweet Is The Night I felt my leg being lowered to the bed, and her touch on my other, as it was soon in her mouth, being sucked, licked, as she slowly fucked her mouth with my toe, that is the only way, looking back I can describe it. Finally, I felt her lower my foot and sensed her breathing close to my pussy, feeling her breath against my wet lips, through the lace. I felt her hands take hold of the thong, and slowly pull it down my thighs, exposing my pussy lips, feeling the wetness from my juices. I felt her hands open my legs, raising them, exposing my pussy, as she continued to talk, saying the sweetest comments. I could feel her breath, again close to my pussy, before sensing her tongue touch my lips, making me gasp, loudly, moving my legs involuntary, her tongue gently being run up and down my vulva, from my clit to my ass, where it lingered, sending strange sensations. "Look at me" I heard. I opened my eyes, as I saw Jane so close to my mound, her tongue licking her lips suggestively. "Open your lips, expose your clit with your hands," she ordered, softly. I obeyed her request, my legs open, my fingers exposing my clit, and pussy. She reached for the bottle of white wine, still chilled, and poured some over my mound. I felt her tongue lick my clit, tongue swirling, rubbing, sending waves of pleasure through my body, as she licked up the wine. That was all I needed. The most intense orgasm hit my body, making me gasp, pant, scream loudly, as my body shook, convulsed, waves flowing through my body, every nerve tingling with pleasure. She continued, licking my pussy, before suddenly, like a demon, she attacked my pussy, my vagina, fucking me first with her tongue, and then fingers; sending waves of pleasure through my body, giving me no respite. She called out to me, talking so dirty, calling me her slut, as she gave me so much pleasure. Finally, she relented, allowing my body to recover; I opened my eyes, to see her sitting at the end of the bed, smiling down at me. "THANK YOU" I whispered, through my smile, pulling her close, wanting to hug her, feel her next to me, as we lay, hugging, caressing. Soon, we were sitting up, sipping wine. I was almost naked; except for my stocking clad legs. However Jane was still fully dressed, as I let my hands slide under her jumper, feeling her smooth skin, and gently pinching. "Its your turn" I whispered into her ear, kissing, nibbling her lobe. She purred, gently, before moving, standing up. Standing at the base of the bed, she undressed, slowly lifting her jumper over her head, exposing her full breasts, trying to burst out of the bra. Her skirt was soon unfastened, exposing her matching pants, also lace. Slowly, suggestively, she eased her breasts out of the bra, as the bra was dropped onto the floor, her thong following closely. II could not keep my eyes of her; her breasts were full, firm and uplifting, her nipples proud and erect. Her pussy was trimmed, and her hair was let down, long, reaching to halfway down her back. She looked adorable, lovely… If you like what I have written, I may be tempted to complete…. Please vote and send me feedback. Miranda