6 comments/ 111753 views/ 40 favorites What Lesbians Do Ch. 01 By: directorx Sex never really clicked for me until a certain day when I was twenty years old. Now I'm an attractive girl, so I've had my share of sex, it just never really seemed as awesome as everyone else made it out to be. I almost always had a boyfriend. I had large breasts and a great ass, especially considering I was on the petite side. I was especially proud of my sandy blonde hair, which seemed to perpetually stay perfectly in half-curls, and my sky blue eyes that always got compliments. For many years, I thought that I could only get off from straight-up hard fucking and nothing else. Maybe my boyfriends were just bad at sex, but I had never gotten off from being fingered or eaten out, not even once. Sex seemed so limited and quick that I never really took it seriously. For me it was skip the foreplay, go straight to fucking, done. My latest boyfriend started out wonderful, but as the months went by and we entered the second year of our relationship, any time we partied or drank he would always end the night by begging and pleading and whining for sex. I would just laugh it off, thinking he was exaggerating his need for it. He couldn't possibly need sex that bad; it was just a boring and short diversion. We eventually stopped having sex altogether, and I didn't even notice. I was just happy he wasn't bothering me all the time for it. I was so out of touch sexually that I even began to think he was a perverted freak because of what we had shared when we did have a sex life, as weak as that sex life was. In the early stages of our relationship, he was fascinated with my casual attitude towards questions he asked about things I would hypothetically do with other girls. He would ask me which one of my best friends I would feel most comfortable with if we were to have a threesome, and I would nonchalantly choose my gorgeous blonde friend with big tits. She was my best friend, so I just said her. My boyfriend didn't realize that it was not because I was open to sex with other girls - it was because I looked at sex the way somebody looks at a television show. You know the things you 'would' say and do in that television show, but you're not in it, so those choices have nothing to do with real life. In real life, I did not understand men's obsession with lesbians at all. I would often ask my boyfriend, 'When they're having sex, what do lesbians even DO?', and he would look at me like I was weird. I couldn't fathom how anyone could 'have sex' with fingering and eating out, because to me those things sucked. One of my best female friends had even tried to finger me in a hot tub once, and I stopped her and laughed it off, thinking she was just way too drunk. I didn't know why she was weird around me after that, because I didn't think that it meant anything. Then that day came, a month from my twenty-first birthday. My boyfriend had had enough of the lack of sex life. There was a party at my apartment and he and I had a huge fight and he stormed out. I drunk drove to his place, but he wouldn't answer the door or his phone, so I drunk drove back to my apartment. Stupid, I know. By the time I got back, the party had ended, and everyone had left but my roommate, Lexie. She was a sarcastic red-head with a lithe body and perky tits. Most of the time, she talked about sex constantly. She was openly bisexual and talked about and flirted with girls all the time, even though she had a long-distance boyfriend. Her boyfriend loved the fact that she was into girls. Like I said, I didn't understand lesbians, so I just assumed she did it for attention. She was the only one there, cleaning up after the party, and she saw that I was distraught. She took me to the couch and sat next to me. I was drunk and in tears, so I really opened up. I started talking all about my history and disconnection from sex. She always seemed so open about sex so I was comfortable telling her. She seemed surprised. She moved a little closer to me on the couch and put a hand on my shoulder. "You're really never come from being eaten out?" she asked, honestly shocked. "It's amazing; you're completely missing out on the best part of being a girl! And not even fingering? You've never even fingered yourself?" I shook my head sadly. "I just never bothered trying," I told her. "It seemed so hard compared to using a vibrator, and when other people tried it, it never worked..." She looked at me, her green eyes filled with worry. She brushed back some of her red hair. "Honey, there's nothing wrong with you," she insisted. "If you can come from sex at all, then there's no reason you can't come from fingering. Physically, they're no different. Maybe it's something psychological?" I looked up at her, wiping away some tears. "Like what?" I asked. "Well, you insist so much that you can't come that way, maybe you've convinced yourself. Maybe you stop yourself from having an orgasm without realizing it." "That makes sense," I said passively, not sure what to think of the idea. "I always thought the guy I was with just didn't know what he was doing." She laughed. It was a friendly laugh, dismissing my worries. "Well what about when you couldn't finger yourself to orgasm? Who was at fault then?" I felt my cheeks grow bright red. She may have been comfortable being totally open with sex talk, but I was really embarrassed. "Maybe... I just don't know how to do it..." I said meekly. She looked me straight in the eye and put her hand on my arm. "Honey, I know this might sound weird, but I think it might really help you out if I... showed you what to do." I felt my cheeks burn even redder. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Secretly, I really wished someone would help me somehow. I wanted to feel what other people felt. "Look, this doesn't have to mean anything," Lexie said, and she pulled her red hair back and tied it with a scrunchie. She sat up against the side of the couch opposite me. "You're twenty. You're way behind the curve. You really need someone to show you what to do -- down there." I gulped, watching her get in position. I knew exactly what she was going to do, and it felt kind of weird -- but not too weird. I had seen plenty of other girls naked in the locker rooms and such, and it never meant anything to me. I was more fascinated than anything else. I really wanted to learn how to get myself off with my fingers. Plus, being drunk gave me an excuse not to stop. "It's probably best that it's me that shows you," Lexie continued nonchalantly as she took off her shoes and socks. "We're good friends and I understand what you're going through. I felt a bit asexual when I was younger, too." I was surprised enough to break my gaze off from her drunken pants-removal efforts and look her in the eye. "Really?" I asked her. "You? But you're so... sexual now. So open about it and interested in it." She laughed; the same kind of friendly laugh from before. "Because sex is no big deal, hon. I found that out a couple years ago, and I've felt much more at ease with myself since." She finished getting her pants around her feet, and kicked them off. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and I got my first good look at her pussy as she spread her legs. She put one leg up on the couch's back, and one down on the floor, leaving her sex wide open. "You're completely shaved!" I said without thinking, the alcohol talking for me. "Yeah," she replied, and winked at me before I could get embarrassed. "It makes everything so much more fun." "Really..." I said, thinking. My hair down there did get in the way sometimes, though I tried to keep it to mostly just a patch of blonde. I suddenly looked away, realizing that I had been staring at her shaved pussy. "Don't be embarrassed," Lexie told me soothingly. "This is just one friend teaching another something important. You've got to learn this stuff somehow, right?" I nodded. She motioned for me to move closer, and I scooted forward. I was starting to feel a little dizzy, but it was probably just all the beers and shots I had had earlier. She motioned me forward again, and I nervously moved right up in front of her. "Ok, how much do you know?" Lexie asked me as she looked down at herself. She moved her hands and fingers around, indicating various parts of her pussy. "The lips, the clit, you know where all that is?" I nodded, noticing the inside of her pussy lips glistening a tiny bit. I wondered if she was excited. I had never really looked at myself in the mirror, and seeing another girl up close like this was making my head spin. I noticed a faint musky odor that actually smelled pretty good. It was sexual, intimate, and animal all at the same time. Is this what my boyfriends kept begging and whining for? I was starting to understand the allure. "Where do you... where does someone start, when they... want to do this?" I asked. Lexie smiled, and her confident attitude made me feel a little more comfortable. "Actually, I like to start up higher, with my tits," she said, putting her hand underneath her shirt to rub and knead her perky breast. "Us girls can feel pleasure almost anywhere. You can't just skip straight to the end or it'll suck." That was certainly true, I thought. I always skipped straight to the fucking during sex, so no wonder it bored me. I watched her hand move in circles underneath her shirt. I noticed her face flush slightly. I then noticed her watching me. "Well?" she asked pointedly. "Well what?" I asked, biting my lip. I knew exactly what. "You've got to do this to yourself and learn, or it'll just be like watching bad porn," she told me. "Bad porn?" I asked. "You're not ugly at all, you're really attractive." My face started to burn again after I said it, because I realized that's not what she meant. I had accidentally spoken without thinking again, because I was drunk. She smiled genuinely, and winked at me again with her beautiful green eyes. While she waited, I bit my lip, hesitated, and finally put my own hand up my shirt. I started rubbing my breast. It was less awkward than I expected because she was doing it, too. My heart pounded, but I still wanted to learn. "Ok, now, keep rubbing your tits while I show you what to do next," she told me, and her free hand went to her pussy. She spread her lips with two fingers, and I watched intently. She expertly tucked the tiny hood around her clit back, exposing the sensitive tiny knob. I couldn't believe I was watching a girl do this! I found myself rubbing my own breast a little harder, a warm sensation building up in me. "I like to put two fingers on either side of my clit and slowly rub up and down," Lexie said, still looking down at her moving fingers. "Some girls like fancy stuff, but I like to just take my time, do it right, and really feel it as it builds. I like to get my fingers in a little deep, too. I like the wetness." She looked up at me expectantly. I blinked for a few moments, and then slid my own pants off. I hesitated at pulling down my panties, but the sight of my roommate comfortable with rubbing her breast and fingering herself in front of me made me feel more confident. I gulped, and slid my panties off. Lexie smiled comfortingly, but I still held my legs shut at first. It took every ounce of will I had to slowly put one leg up on the couch's back like she had, and the other down on the floor. I had never felt more exposed. Here I was, sitting a foot away from my roommate, a girl, with my pussy exposed! My leg rested on hers above the couch's cushions. I liked the warm feeling of her skin on the bottom of my leg. It made me more at ease. For the first time, she wasn't meeting my gaze. Instead, her eyes were trained on my nether regions. I wasn't sure if it was purely clinical interest for teaching me, or if there was something more in her eyes. I found myself wondering that old question, what do lesbians even do? What was she thinking? When I caught myself imagining her wanting to lean forward to lick me, I abruptly cut off the thought. I reminded myself that this was purely educational, that I shouldn't feel weird. "Ok," she said finally, looking back up at me. "You can use both your hands for now while you figure yourself out. Try to find your clit, rub it a little bit. Be sure to get wetness from inside you on your fingers. You don't want it to start hurting because it's too dry." I hesitated again, but slowly slid a finger inside myself. To my surprise, I was really wet already. Normally I don't get wet until halfway through fucking. Maybe there was something to the rubbing-my-breast thing after all, or maybe I was bringing down my psychological barriers. I brought a second finger in, getting them nice and wet, forgetting my embarrassment for a moment. I slowly pulled them out, catching her staring at my glistening fingers. She didn't see me watching her, so I moved my fingers to my clit and started rubbing. I had never tried getting myself off this way with wet fingers. I couldn't believe that such a simple detail was so important. I could actually feel some pleasure from my fingers this way! The messiness just added to the sexuality of it all. My own scent, light, sweet, and with a tinge of sweat, floated up to me. It mixed with her musky aroma and I felt my head start spinning again. To stabilize myself, I stared at her fingers going in and out of her pussy, using that as a point to focus on. I matched her pace, imagining that I was looking at myself in a mirror. I didn't want to think about the fact that I was masturbating with another girl, but the thought kept occurring to me and secretly made my pleasure that much stronger. I started to reach a plateau. I couldn't quite get the pleasurable feeling to do what I wanted. I wanted it to explode within me, to wash through me, but it wouldn't quite get past just plain feeling good. My dizziness faded, and I looked up to see Lexie staring at my pussy while I kept fingering myself. She hadn't said much in awhile, and her face and body had flushed with various shades of red. The scents of pussy in the air had grown quite strong, and my hand had gotten covered in wetness. I could see her hand glistening, too. The most striking thing about it all was the look in her green eyes as she stared at my pussy, as if she was in another world, one filled with bare lust. I realized that I was seeing a female truly in heat for the first time. It was utterly feminine and beautiful in an indescribable way. I wanted to feel that state, too. "What do I do next?" I asked, confident in my need to learn this now. "I can't quite come yet." Lexie looked me over, breathing heavily. She kept fingering herself as she thought for a moment, and I kept rubbing myself gently, keeping the area around my pussy wet and glistening. At some level I was doing it for her, to help her keep her own pleasure going, but I didn't want to acknowledge that consciously. "Um..." she trailed off for a moment, her eyes tracing my body. "Take off your shirt, that's probably in the way." I lifted my shirt over my head, and threw it on the floor. My large breasts felt good in the cool air. There was a halo of sweat around them that I hadn't realized was there, and the air felt wonderful. I saw Lexie's eyes travel across my body again, from my nicely curved breasts and pink nipples, to my flat, toned, tummy, and back to my glistening pussy. I gave her a sheepish nod, and she quickly took off her own shirt and went back to fingering herself and rubbing each tit alternately. I really noticed how beautiful she was for the first time. Her pale white skin fit her toned athletic body and red hair perfectly. Her skin really showed the red flush of her heat and lust, and, I had to admit, it was kind of erotic seeing those emotions so obvious in another person -- especially another girl. Even more than that, she was staring at me in lust, me! It made me feel very attractive. I wanted more of that feeling of attractiveness. "What do you want me to do now?" I asked, keeping up the pretense of the education and giving her a chance to direct me. She had an answer ready to go almost immediately. "Get up on your hands and knees as if you were going to have sex doggy style, and finger yourself that way," she said breathlessly. "It, uh... feels really good." The thought that perhaps she had told me to get in this position for her own viewing pleasure, and not for educational purposes, turned me on. I slowly got up on my elbows and knees and turned around, pushing my ass in the air in her direction. She didn't tell me to face my pussy toward her -- I chose to do that. I held myself up on one arm and reached a hand down to play with my pussy as it sat exposed in front of Lexie. An aura of heat emanated from my nether regions, and it surprised me, but I decided I liked it. It must have meant that I was truly turned on for the first time in my life. I found myself playing with the bottom of my pussy, where she could see it best. I hung my head down to see between my legs at her; she was fully flushed, laid back against the couch fully now, and she fingered herself hard while rubbing her tits. The entire time, she stared at me playing with myself. I had never felt more attractive! Maybe it was the pussy smells in the air, or the heat, or her lustful eyes on me, but I felt dirty, sexy, and wanted all at the same time. I came up with a daring idea that I would never have done before this night. If worst came to worst, I could just blame it on the shots in the morning, right? I listened to her breathing quicken, waiting until I thought she was almost ready to begin her climb to orgasm. My heart pounded, and some distant part of me was scared, but the idea was so sexy and wrong... it had seized me utterly. At the right moment, just as she started to approach orgasm, I got up. I quickly moved toward her, and thrust one leg across the top of the couch. I used the other leg to brace myself in exactly the right position. I had moved to put my glistening, heated, sweet-and-sweat smelling pussy inches from her face. "I can't quite get it right," I asked her, pretending to innocently ask a question. "Can you see my clit? There's so much wetness, it's hard to find!" I played with the lips of my pussy there, inches from her lustful gaze. I watched her green eyes stare at my exposed pussy in shock and overwhelming lust. Her pale skin had turned bright red all across her body, and she furiously fingered herself underneath me. I saw her twitch, and then her legs jumped. I could tell she was about to have an explosive orgasm. I found myself fingering my pussy more purposefully. My naughty and wrong idea had worked amazingly, and the thought that this sexy girl, Lexie -- my roommate! -- was fingering herself in a frenzy with lust for me... it felt incredible. I felt so sexy, and so attractive. I felt my own hips buck once uncontrollably, and a stationary wave of pleasure seemed to build up around my fingers. Lexie seemed to be in a fit of lust, her body sweating, bucking, and twitching with an insane pleasure about to explode through her. Through it all, her gorgeous green eyes stayed locked on my glistening pussy. I could hear her breathing in my scent, I could see the heat of my pussy causing her face to sweat. The wave inside me had built to wonderful proportions, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I could tell the same was happening in her. Then, the moment happened -- a single drop of my juices, sliding from my glistening pussy, fell. I watched it fall in what seemed like slow motion. I saw the drop land on Lexie's lower lip, and, for a moment, my whole world stopped. I thought she would freak out, or that the powerful erotic tone of the moment might be broken. Instead, I saw her tongue slowly slide between her lips, licking up my pussy juice like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. That was the absolute pinnacle of feeling attractive for me. I felt like I exuded sex and lust, like I was the most gorgeous thing in the world, and in her eyes, I was. For a moment, I felt like a sex goddess. What Lesbians Do Ch. 01 My wave of pleasure exploded, crashing through me in every direction. Lexie screamed, and writhed with pleasure. We both fingered ourselves frenetically, pushing the explosive pleasure even further. She never took her eyes from my pussy, and I couldn't stop watching the lust and pleasure tear through her, something that I had caused! For some length of time, I seemed to continually orgasm. I felt like I must have stood there, leg arched over her, pussy inches from her face and fingering myself through the best orgasm I'd ever had, for at least an hour... yet when it finally subsided, Lexie continued to twitch and orgasm for another few seconds after I had finished. We both breathed and panted heavily. I had become covered in sweat somewhere along the way, and I felt incredibly hot and fatigued in a good way. I saw a breath go out of her, and her body finally relaxed. She turned those green eyes up at me. I bit my lip, and then smiled sheepishly. When she looked down at my engorged pussy again, I realized that I was still standing over her. I slowly moved and sat back down on the couch. "Whew," Lexie said, in shock. "Um... yeah, so, that's how you do it." I nodded awkwardly, trying not to grin like an idiot. That was the best damn thing, the most erotic sexual experience I'd ever had. Lexie glowed with erotic feminine satisfaction, and I couldn't help but memorize her sexy naked body as she lay there, exhausted from the frenzy of lust I had sparked in her. The experience was so intimate, so pleasurable, and so erotic, that I had no regrets. I didn't worry whether this meant anything for my sexuality. It felt too good to be a bad thing. "Yeah, you were a good teacher," I told her. "I think I... learned a lot. It's funny; I always wondered what girls could even do with each other, sexually... I never imagined it could be like this." She laughed that same friendly laugh. This time, there was an element of intimacy in it. She sat up, and leaned close to me. She exuded that musky aroma which continued to turn me on, even now. I watched a bead of sweat drip from her wet red hair to the couch. "You think the student has become the teacher already, huh?" Lexie asked me jokingly, grinning. "You don't know the half of it." I tilted my head slightly in confusion. "Well what could possibly top that?" I asked, truly interested. She licked her lips slowly. I watched her tongue trace across her lips, and I was reminded of how long her tongue was. Some vague comment my big-titted blonde friend once said came back to me, something about Lexie's tongue being amazing. Oh my god, had she done something like this with Lexie, too? When she had said it, my friends had all laughed as if they were sharing some sort of in-joke. How many of my friends had done sexual things with other girls? The thought intrigued me, though I wasn't sure why. Lexie's tongue finished its journey across her lips. "Come on, honey, we're all sweaty," she said seductively. "Let's go take a shower and clean off." She took my hand warmly, and I stood with her. I snuck a glance at her perky tits, bouncing as she stood. I was excited as hell, being led by a sexy naked girl to the shower in our apartment's bathroom. I breathed in the smell of sweat, sex, and pussy as we walked by the couch, imagining what insanely pleasurable things were going to happen in the shower. Lexie turned on the water, made it the right temperature, and stood there beckoning me to come in. I traced my sight up the water flowing across her skin. My sight travelled up her toned legs, past her gorgeous shaved pussy that was red from fingering, up her flat tummy, past her sexy perky tits, and met the gaze of those gorgeous bright green eyes framed by her soaked red hair. Her eyes must mirror mine: filled with lust. The most erotic thought occurred to me as I stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain shut: I was finally going to find out what lesbians do! What Lesbians Do Ch. 02 Lexie leans against me under the warm flowing water, and our breasts press together. She closes her eyes as the water hits her, and she kisses my neck while she runs her hands across my body. Now that the taboo seal of actually touching is broken, I feel an intense desire to touch her back well up in me. I slide my hands down her back, pulling her closer. My hands rest on her soft, toned ass, which is utterly feminine and wholly unlike that of a man. I feel compelled to squeeze her ass cheeks, and I love the way it feels. She kisses along my face, and then -- yes! -- she kisses me full on the lips. Our tongues touch and we kiss more deeply than I have ever kissed anyone. The passion I feel is completely new to me. I feel an intense desire to pull her close and... do something, anything, to be as intimate as possible. I don't know what I am going to do with her soft, warm, curvy body, but the desire is overwhelming. For a moment, I just lean back against the slightly chill shower wall. The water arches over me, coming from the shower head above. I look down and see mostly red hair, still tied back, as she kisses under my neck and around my large breasts. I feel her kiss gently around the undersides, and her hands run across my abdomen. I really, really want her to suck on my breasts, but the incredibly erotic mood of what we're doing demands I remain silent. I can only arch my body forward, thrusting my breasts in her face, and try to fight the urge to scream with desire. She knows what I want, and she teases me, kissing closer and closer to my nipples, but not quite... and then her lips close around my left nipple, finally, and the pleasurable electricity makes me twitch. The feeling is cold and warm and soft all at the same time, and a different wet than the wet of the shower. Her mouth feels incredible. She flicks her tongue across my nipples, something I never enjoyed before today. Now that I'm finally open to sexual feelings, though, it's absolutely amazing. Her tongue runs circles around my nipples and the underside of my left breast. Her tongue is really long, and her lengthy licks feel great. The hot moisture from her tongue is a wonderfully strong contrast to the warm spray from the shower. When I thrust my breasts forward again, she switches to the right one, and I feel the palm of her hand come to rest upside-down on my tummy. While she sucks on my right breast, she slides her hand slowly downward. I begin to breathe faster, excited for what's about to happen. She slides her soft hand down past my small patch of blonde fur, her fingers separating as she approaches my sex. She rubs gently to either side of my lips, and presses into my lower tummy with her palm. Ever so slowly, she moves her rubbing down, until her hand is cupping my pussy entirely. The pressure feels really good, and I lean back and close my eyes, soaking in the pleasure and the warmth and the fact that an incredibly sexy female - another girl! - is sucking on my breasts and rubbing my sex. Everything she does seems to feel twice as good, just because I know how taboo and wrong it is that we're both girls. She finally sticks a finger in me, and my body jumps uncontrollably for a moment. She continues her up and down rubbing motion on either side of my pussy, while circling her middle finger inside me. The feeling is extremely intimate, and, for the first time in my life, I actually enjoy someone else fingering me. She lifts her head up from my breasts just long enough to flash a wicked smile at me, and then goes back to sucking my nipples and rubbing my breasts with her free hand. She seems to absolutely love pleasuring me and playing with my body, and it makes me feel amazingly attractive and sexual. At this moment, I would do anything she wanted me to, just to feed her enjoyment of me. The assault of pleasure starts to overwhelm me. Pleasure arcs from my breasts to my pussy and back again, and my whole body starts to tingle as I feel an orgasm building. I close my eyes and start to breathe heavy, and I feel myself twitching as the pleasure builds. I focus on the sensations, tensing for the amazing burst of pleasure that is about to come. Suddenly, her finger pulls out and her hands and mouth depart, leaving me just before the point of orgasm. I open my eyes, startled. She moves back past the shower's flow, a wicked grin on her face. Her gorgeous green eyes tell me that she stopped purposely, that I'm not allowed to orgasm quite yet, and that it's my turn to play. I find myself excited at the prospect, and my almost-orgasm level of pleasure stays with me as I move toward her. I'm not sure what to do, but the desire to pull her as close as possible tugs me toward her luscious and inviting body. I put my hand against her toned tummy, and push her up against the tiled wall. A strange nervousness and excitement overtakes me as I run my hands up and down her sides. I'd never even thought about this before tonight, but the thought that I have a gorgeous female body to play with, to do whatever I want with, to pleasure and be pleasured by... my whole world shrinks down to right now, to this shower, to the wet and soft body that runs under my hands. There is nothing else in my mind but overwhelming lesbian desire. The tabooness, the wrongness, the delicious sensations, her sexiness; it all overwhelms me. I know what I want. I've felt my own breasts before, fingered myself before, I know what all that feels like. I want to be utterly intimate. I want all of her. I gaze at her gorgeous green eyes, framed by her sopping wet red hair, and she watches me kiss down her stomach. The lust in her eyes tells me that she understands. She knows that I am skipping straight to the ultimate taboo and pleasure. I couldn't possibly resist if I wanted to. I want this more than anything I've ever wanted. I kiss down past her belly button, and kiss her soft, shaven skin. I take a moment to feel everything, to memorize this moment, to stay here forever in perpetual maddening anticipation. The warm shower water hits my back and runs down me as I put my knees down against either side of the tub. She runs her hand through my hair adoringly, pushing it back and out of the way at the same time that her touch reassures me that this is right and that I am the most attractive thing in the world to her. I look away from her gorgeous green eyes and down at her sex; her glistening, engorged, beautiful sex. The thought that I have this most intimate part of another girl open for me is amazing. Her pussy looks different than it would have last week, when I was someone totally different. It even looks different than it did not twenty minutes ago when she was fingering herself to my naked body. Before, it was someone else's pussy, her pussy. Now, though, everything is different. Her pussy is mine for the taking, mine for the pleasuring. It radiates beauty and the infinite possibilities of sex. Her glistening folds hang delicately around her enlarged clit, which seems to beg to be touched. I can't resist. I lean forward, and lick pussy for the first time. The musky scent of her pussy immediately connects with the taste against my tongue. I lick from the bottom corner of her pussy, where her lips meet, up to her clit. My world shrinks even further, down to just my mouth and her wonderful, delicious, gorgeous sex. Her hand rests on my head, reassuring me, and I begin to lose myself in the sensations of eating out another girl. I can't get enough. I love the way her folds give against my tongue and slide past as I lick. I love the way my soft chin pushes in between her pussy lips when I lick deeply against her clit. I bury my whole face in her pussy, trying to satisfy my overwhelming desire for her sex. My tongue curls under her clit and up into her vagina, where that wonderful musky taste is the strongest. I push my soft open lips against the edges of her pussy and slide my tongue into her as far as it will go. I drink in the sensations; the taste, the scent, the silky wetness. It's incredible. The sensations are so powerfully wonderful that my almost-orgasm continues to seethe around inside me, filling me with pleasure even though I am the one pleasuring her. I look up and lock eyes with her as I lick. She watches me with intense lust and pleasure. I want to make this female, this other girl... I want to make her orgasm. I want to make another girl orgasm with my tongue! I lick her clit repeatedly now, getting a rhythm down. It doesn't take long for her body to start twitching, and for her eyes to curl up as her face fills with pleasure. Watching her watching me eat her pussy causes sparks of pleasure in my head, and I take her clit into my mouth to suck on it while flicking my tongue against it inside my mouth. She starts to orgasm, releasing beautiful moans, and my own almost-orgasm joins with the sparks in my head and I feel my tummy jump and quiver as an orgasm ten times more intense than the one I had earlier rips through me. She moans and cries and convulses with extreme pleasure, even as I struggle to keep my mouth on her clit. Pleasure flows from my mouth throughout my body, and I breathe desperately through my nose to keep my mouth on that wonderful pussy. Amazingly, at its peak, my explosive orgasm suddenly expands again, as a second orgasm tears through me and turns all my senses white. There is only the pussy that I frantically lick and suck and pant against, and the writhing legs around me and the hand on my hair. I distantly hear her screaming in pleasure, really screaming, at the top of her lungs. Her hand tries to push me away because the pleasure is too much, but I refuse. She has completely lost control, and I love the fact that I am giving her that level of pleasure with my mouth. I lick and suck with all my energy, lost in an ocean of pussy lust and pleasure. Suddenly, she grabs my head with both hands, forcing me off of her desperately. She sinks to the shower floor, panting, and pulls my head forcefully toward her with her hands. She shoves her tongue in my mouth, and I kiss her back frantically, my powerful double orgasm finally subsiding enough for my senses to slowly return. "Oh, oh my God," she breathes desperately in between frantic kisses. "Oh, my fucking Jesus. That was fucking... fucking am... amazing... I have never... not ever..." I kiss her back passionately, reveling in how good it feels to be her sex goddess. I can't believe I came that intensely, twice, from pleasuring her! I didn't even have any physical stimulation! This is an incredible difference from the difficult and boring sex I used to have before she opened me up. I am so happy and excited and satisfied with what's happened. I love that I'm not that asexual girl anymore -- I love that I'm somebody's utter ideal of attractiveness and sexual pleasure, and that I just brought my sarcastic know-all-about-sex roommate to a crashing and screaming orgasm! She can't help but shove her tongue in my mouth, and I'm surprised that it's actually long enough to reach the back of my mouth. My breathing slows, and those comments my female friends made about her tongue come back to me. I know what I want. I gently push her back, and she watches me in desperate lust. I keep her gaze, those gorgeous green eyes fixed on my crystal blues, while I get up and sit on the tub's edge. Enjoying every second of her unrequited lust, I slowly spread my legs, exposing my pussy to her. I beckon her with my finger, and she hungrily moves forward, licking her lips with that long incredible tongue. I watch her, excited, as she moves her face inches away from my pussy. She stops to look at it in wonder. I'm sure she's seen many pussies before, but none that she worships like this! She looks up at me with her gorgeous green eyes. I can see that her will is completely gone, replaced purely by lust. She is completely mine. I see it in her eyes. Countless days suddenly flash by in my mind, the days ahead, when she will be that sarcastic know-it-all flirt to everyone else, but a lust-controlled sex slave in private, with me. After this, she'll be my sex slave, and I'll be her sex goddess. My pussy will be her altar of worship, and I will pleasure her as she pleasures me. I love feeling so attractive... ... but all of that disappears in an instant, as the shower curtain gets ripped away. I jump back against the shower wall, screaming. Lexie stands up slowly, staring at the guy she recognizes -- my boyfriend! I realize with horror that I left the front door of the apartment unlocked when I came back from my boyfriend's apartment... and when he came back to my apartment, probably to apologize, he probably expected to find me in tears in my room. He found us doing this instead! He stands there, a hand still on the shower curtain, staring at us in shock. "What the FUCK?!" he shouts, more surprised than angry.