6 comments/ 33794 views/ 7 favorites Blonde on Brunette By: danishmichaela Her mouth was as open as her legs and was almost as full of her husband's tongue as her pussy was with his cock. They were on their marital bed fucking. Her long, blonde hair was streaming out over the pillow as he thrust himself up and down and in and out occasionally holding himself rigid as he reached the peak of his surge. He lifted his body slightly so he could get at his wife's full tits. He squeezed and pressed them before pinching her erect nipple quite hard and pulling it in the way that their twenty six years relationship had taught him that she liked. It made her grunt, but did little more. Recently that had happened more frequently. His other hand slid down between her body and the bed to find her rotund and slightly, but not unsightly, oversized bum. He rubbed and squeezed the fullness of the flesh and fiddled his fingers inside the crease between the two cheeks. He pressed right on her bumhole knowing that was something she liked for he had been there often enough, but it had no real effect on his wife that night, other than it hurt a little. "Oh fuck darling" he groaned into her ear. "I'm near." "Ok" she replied opening her legs even more. She lifted them, wrapped them round his waist and crossed her ankles on his back in an effort to increase the sensation. But nothing happened. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" he growled. "Cum with me baby, come on." "Oh yes, yes, yes' she moaned digging her nails into his back and bum as for the fifth or sixth time recently she feigned her orgasm. *********************** He was lying on his side facing away from his wife. She was naked he was wearing his underpants. Her entire body was being ravaged by the frustration that not having sex for nearly a month did to her. She felt hot everywhere, she was tingling all over and she had a severe itch in her cunt. Her small B cup breasts felt so full and heavy and her unusually long nipples were as hard as rocks. She touched one and nearly made herself gasp with pleasure. She gripped her tit and squeezed it hard; it felt wonderful. She just had to be fucked. Moving closer to her husband the dark auburn haired woman put her arm round him. She pressed her body against his back and buttocks reached round him and fumbled for his cock; it was disappointingly soft. "Rob" she whispered rubbing him. "Make love to me darling, please fuck me." *********************** They had known each other for several years. They weren't especially close and neither would consider the other as their best friend, but they got on well. They met a few times a year with their husbands for dinner or Sunday lunch, but as the two women were members of the same tennis club and lived near each other they were alone together occasionally. Both in their early forties they each had two teenage children. Comfortably off financially with as happy marriages as most are when they are approaching their silver anniversaries they had what many would consider to be good lives and successful marriages. They knew that. They were, in the main content with their lots, but both felt that something was missing. The blonde woman had recently returned to work in an ad agency in Covent Garden and the auburn haired woman continued to run her cooking shop and home catering business that she had started some ten years ago. Each of them felt frustrated that their careers had, at best, stalled due to the sacrifices forced upon them by motherhood. "Why the fuck does it have to be the wives whose careers stop" the darker haired woman had said one afternoon as they chatted over a bottle of white wine. "I'm sure I would have had a string of shops by now and we could have been living in Hampstead instead of bloody Muswell Hill if Rob had looked after the kids instead of working for Shell." The blonde had agreed for she had been an outstanding copywriter and had been told that she would have soared up the ad industry organisational level, but for having to take two career breaks as the children grew up and her husband's job took them to Manchester for four years. "This sounds awful" the shoulder-length, blonde haired said after taking a sip of wine. "Of course I love the kids to bits, but I sometimes wish I had never got married." The other woman agreed. Sitting in the kitchen of the darker-haired woman's four bedroomed, nineteen eighties built slum of the future house, they were silent for a while as they both contemplated the 'what ifs' involved if they had not married when they had. They had been to the tennis club's ladies morning and the blonde had given her friend a lift home for her car was being serviced. "Come in and have a drink" she'd suggested as they pulled up outside her house. The blonde was about to refuse for she had a stack of housework and ironing, but something pushed her to accept and she did enjoy the other woman's company. Mentally saying 'stuff the housework' she accepted the invitation. They were sitting opposite each other across a scrubbed pine table. "As I get older and see those two scary numbers, five and nought looming I often wonder where my life has gone and where it's going now" the woman with short, slightly spiky auburn coloured hair said. "I couldn't agree more, I sometimes wish I could just run away and start again, but then of course there's the kids so It's impossible" the blonde replied as she sipped her wine. "I am beginning to think marriage is over-rated." "I'm convinced of that." "Just as men are." "What over-rated?" "In many ways yes." "As partners perhaps?" "Precisely, and as lovers too after a while." They both laughed. "And certainly committing yourself to just one is." "Absolutely." "I often think" the blonde said wondering just where the conversation was going but enjoying the chat with her friend. Smiling she went on. "That it would be nice to be able to go with other men." "What have sex with them?" "Not necessarily, just be with them, have them as friends. It would be good to perhaps just go on dates, talk, maybe flirt and if that leads to sex so be it." "We have some Danish friends and they are like that. It works for them." "Do they have an open marriage?" "Yes sort of, for they both see other people." "Mmmmm sounds interesting. It's not the sex that appeals to me." "No, really?" The auburn haired woman said smiling. "Well not by itself" the blonde smiled back. "Don't you ever feel that you would like to try someone different, check out if the grass is greener?" "Well yes of course, now and then" the blonde lied for it was a topic that was continually on her mind. "Whilst I love Rob, the idea that I will never kiss, be held or have sex with anyone else is frightening." "Well you could have an affair." "True, but that would be awful, the lying and the excuses, the feelings of guilt and remorse." The blonde smiled. "You seem to know a lot about it, have you?" Averting her eyes the slim woman in the grey track suit smiled before saying quietly. "Well let's say I have dallied." "Well that's a new way to me of describing it." They both laughed. "So have you?" "What dallied" the full breasted blonde who had removed her tracky top asked? "Yes. "Well I have had my moments." "Would you again?" "Again maybe, but you summed it up well, it's so bloody messy. Anyway I am not necessarily after that, Grant keeps me busy." "Lucky you, Rob is so often tired nowadays. So what are you after?" "I don't know really. Just to be held and kissed caressed that sort of stuff. Something different, whatever that may be." "What dates." "Yes maybe, I guess I am after intimacy, but with no strings" the blonde said as the other woman topped up the glasses. "I see what you mean and I understand that." "Do you feel the same way?" "I hadn't thought it through, but now you describe your feelings so clearly as only wordsmiths can I would like that." "I imagine sitting on a guy's lap as we used to at parties when we were kids." "What snogging? "Yes, of course that what we used to call it and of course being titted up in the dark." They both smiled at the memories. The auburn haired woman added. "Lying on a sofa or a bed kissing." "Yes or even just standing up cuddling and groping." "But you don't find men who just want that do you?" "Not unless they are gay, they want to be in your knickers like a shot." "And then either shag you and leave you or have a messy affair "True. They always want too much don't they?" "Yes men are like that." "Not like us." "No women are different; with us it doesn't have to end in full sex does it?" "No" the darker haired woman said as their eyes met and something hit both of them at the same time. Nothing was said for a while as they both experienced a pregnant silence thinking about what the hell was happening. Almost in a whisper, the blonde said. "Are you thinking the same as I am?" Not losing strong eye contact for a moment the other woman replied. "I think probably I am." They fell silent and averted their gazes. Still looking down the auburn haired woman gulped. "Have you ever er, um....." "Been with a woman" the blonde offered? "Yes" was the nearly silent reply. "No, not really, have you?" "Yes once years ago." "Was it good?" "I hardly remember, it was in Ibiza and I was pretty drunk. You?" "I only snogged and groped a couple of girls when I used to go clubbing." They both looked up at the same time. Their eyes met. The blonde slid her hand forward towards the other's hand. They both looked at her extended fingers. Neither moved for a few seconds and then the auburn haired woman slid hers forwards. Their fingertips touched and remained like that for a few moments until the blonde lifted her hand and put it on top of the other woman's. They held hands. Their eyes met again and they stared at each other. After what seemed an age the slimmer, smaller breasted woman whispered. "Shall we then, would you like to?" "Yes, yes please" the blonde breathed. They stood up across the table from each other staring into the other's eyes. They were both highly nervous, yet excited although they were not sure what they were going to do. The blonde smiled and said. "Maybe I should sit on your lap." That made them both smile, which broke the ice a little and in turn helped them relax. The darker haired woman said. "Or of course we could lie on a bed." "What a good idea" the blonde reacted moving round the table and taking hold of her friend's hand. "Will you lead the way then?" *********************** They walked up the stairs hand in hand with the blonde behind her friend. The auburn haired woman looked round and said quietly. "We'll use the main guest room if that's ok." "Of course." They went into the pretty standard, modern house rather cramped twelve feet by ten bedroom. There was a double bed, fitted wardrobes and a dressing table and stool, that's all. It was neat and tidy and very clean having only recently been decorated. "Let me just turn it down" the dark haired woman said as she removed the throw and the brown and beige cushions and then rolled the bedspread down and placed that on the dressing table stool. Standing just inside the open door the blonde watched her friend preparing the bed thinking. 'Shit she's getting the bed ready for us to have sex on.' As she did that she looked more keenly at her friend. She looked at her in a way that she hadn't before even though she had seen her in short tennis skirts, skimpy outfits and nearly naked when she came out of the shower. Now she noticed the feminine roundness of her buttocks inside the thin track suit trousers, the swell of her breasts that the blonde knew to be quite small, but pert having seen her in a dress without a bra. She recalled the length, and shapeliness of the tanned legs she had seen so often at the tennis club. It struck the blonde that she was looking at her friend in a sexual way, presumably as men looked at both of them. "There that's done" the other woman said her heart pounding as she straightened up and looked at her friend. She saw the low front of her top, the expanse of wobbly, breast flesh above it, the deep cleavage and the lovely outline of the full breasts that she had seen naked when they had showered and changed the other week. They stared at each for a few moments before the blonde said very quietly. "Well?" The other woman smiled. "Well what?" They both smiled nervously as they looked at each other in that different light to how they had before. Reaching up with her left hand and pushing her hair back with a gesture that stretched the thin, silky top tightly across her boobs the blonde stammered. "I guess I mean what now? God I am nervous." "I am too, I never imagined I would be doing this" the darker haired woman said moving closer to her friend. Without seeming to think about it they held hands. "Nor did I, well not with you" the blonde replied. "What you did with someone else then?" "It has crossed my mind" she said sounding guilty, but doing nothing to stop her friend gently pulling her towards the bed. "Really" the other one replied as they sat on the edge? "Yes for some time now I have wondered what it would be like to er, um be intimate with another woman" she said turning and looking at her pretty auburn haired friend suddenly wondering whether friend might soon become lover. Placing her hand on the blonde's shoulder, the darker haired woman said in almost a whisper. "And now you might find out, let's lie down". They scrambled their way into the middle of the bed with the blonde lying on her back and the auburn haired woman on her side. Nothing was said for a while then the darker haired woman said. "So have you been thinking about this?" "What being with another woman?" "Yes." "Yes to be truthful I have." "For how long" the auburn haired woman said running her fingers through the blonde's hair? "Oh I don't know" the blonde replied enjoying the fingers on her scalp. "A few years I guess, on and off" she went on letting her fingers rub on her friend's wrist. "But you haven't done anything about it" the other woman said leaning forward feeling a strong urge to kiss the blonde? The blonde turned her face towards the other woman as she replied smiling. "Not until now, no I haven't." "So you are now are you" the darker haired woman whispered as she ran her fingertips through the blonde's hair and onto her forehead? "Yes, I do believe I am" she replied stroking the back of the hand that she was holding and running her fingers up the arm pushing the sleeve of the track suit up a little way. "As indeed I do too" the auburn haired woman replied letting her fingers run down the blonde's face, across her cheek, near to but not touching the kissably thick lips, over the chin and onto her friend's neck. That sent near shock-waves of sensations through both of them. "Have you thought about it much" the blonde asked? "To be truthful I haven't consciously thought about doing anything with a woman. I have just fantasised about what it would be like, but I do think about sex a great deal, do you?" Their eyes met as the shorter haired woman's fingertips went further down the upper part of the blonde's chest, nearly to the start of the swell of the full breasts that even with her on her back stood proudly up as if beckoning a hand to cup them. "Yes, I am afraid I do." "Why afraid?" "Our sex life is going a bit tits up lately and I feel guilty." "Why?" "I just don't seem to be able to really get it going with Grant recently." "What happens" she asked running her fingers up the blonde's chest and down again. They went tantalisingly close to the start of the upslope of the breasts that were becoming like a magnet to her. The blonde didn't reply for a moment as she lifted the hand close to her mouth. She looked closely at it as if inspecting it or deciding what to do with it. After what seemed an age, but was probably no more than a few seconds, she looked into her friend's eyes and then back to the hand she was holding. She brought it to her mouth very slowly, licked the palm and then softly kissed it as she muttered. "I have been feigning orgasms for several months now." "Oh darling that's bad news, but at least you get it?" "What do you mean?" "I have to chase Rob to get any sex at all and that so demeaning." They fell silent again. The blonde continued holding the other woman's hand stroking each finger in turn and planting little kisses on the palm as her friend ran her fingertips across her chest going ever nearer to her breasts. "We're a right pair aren't we" the blonde murmured? "Yes I suppose we are, a real odd couple." "So who is Jack Lemmon and who is Tony Curtis?" "Blimey you have a good memory, I would never have known they were in it." "I'm a bit of a movie buff." "You could have been in them." "What films?" "Yes, you have the looks for it." "Do I?" "Yes darling and....." the auburn haired woman said pausing as she caught the blonde's eye before going on. "And the body." They held each other's gaze as slowly the darker haired woman's fingers slid down the blonde's chest so that they rested on the lacy neckline of her tennis top. "But then so do you" the blonde responded running her hand up the track suit covered arm of her friend and slipping her hand round her neck. "Oh God." "Yes baby." "I am so nervous." "I am too." "Hold me, please cuddle me." The auburn haired woman lay flatter on the bed on her side. The blonde turned onto her side so they faced each other. They looked into each other's eyes and smiled. "We need to relax." "I can't, I am too excited, aren't you?" "Yes darling I am" the blonde whimpered as her friend wrapped her arms round her and pulled her against her body. She cuddled the slim body and enjoyed the sensation of it against her fuller, more rounded form. Neither said anything as they 'tested the waters' of the intimacy of another woman by holding and cuddling one. Their faces were so close they could see the eye liner on the others eyelids and the tiny blonde hairs on the upper lips. They could smell the other's perfume and hairspray and could feel their friend's hands on their shoulders. They didn't move for a moment; it was as if they were both frozen, but then almost simultaneously they moved their hands down the other's back. As they did, so they moved forward a tad and their bodies touched; their legs, their tummies and most illustratively their breasts. They didn't crush them together. At first it was more of a brushing of them against the other, but that was enough so make them even more aware of the sheer intimacy of the present position and the potential sexual connotations that could result from it. As well as the sensations of their nipples and boobs touching so both of them revelled in feeling the other's hands exploring their back. Both pairs of hands slid slowly downwards coincidentally, but meaningfully lingering on the other's bra strap before coming to rest just above the other's waist with their fingers gently pressing and rubbing the swell of flesh at the top of the other's buttocks. They glanced at each other and relished the look of pleasure and excitement in the other's eyes. "Was this what you meant" the darker haired woman asked softly adding. "When you said about being held and cuddled?" The blonde smiled. "Yes it is and it is lovely isn't it?" "Mmmm" was all that the other woman said, closing her eyes and running her other hand up her friend's bare arm and slipping it inside the short sleeve of the tennis top. Although such a gesture would not usually be considered overtly sexual, even though the hand went as far up the sleeve as it could go right onto the curve of the shoulder that she cupped, to both of them it was a hugely symbolic act. The darker woman had 'invaded' the blonde's clothing, she had fondled some flesh that was not on show and she was inching her way nearer and nearer to the blonde's breasts. The blonde responded. Also with her eyes closed she reached up and put her hand on the auburn haired woman's shoulder just where that meets her neck. As she enjoyed the feelings of her friend's fingers inching along her shoulder and slipping under the strap of her bra so her hand slid slowly along the other's shoulder in the other direction. And as it did, it took the folds of her friend's track suit top with it. That slid over the other woman's shoulder and started slithering down her slim, tanned arm. As she put her arm behind her to help the removal of the top so her thin tennis top was pulled tightly across her chest framing and illustrating her small, pert breast. They fumbled the top off and lay back cuddling. Blonde On Brunette She's my favorite kind of beautiful. The kind that doesn't know it's beautiful. I can see it in the clothes she wears that are too big because she perceives she's bigger than she is. The reason I know is because I've done the same thing. She thinks she's donned a cloak of invisibility by hiding behind those wide-rimmed glasses, but they only accentuate the doubt and vulnerability in the chocolate brown of her eyes. She has no idea how much she reveals when she looks at something and then quickly looks away. She's younger than me. I know by society's rules, I'm supposed to hate and be jealous of her. But I'm not. All I see is myself at her age. All the wasted, precious time spent on hating myself. I want to tell her, she'll never be as beautiful as she is right now. That someday, she's going to look back at those pictures that make her cringe, and she'll long for that body and face. But I don't tell her. Because she won't believe me. Our conversation turns to sex like it always does. She asks me leading questions about my relationships because she's curiously fascinated with my sexual freeness. She's a little jealous. She thinks there's some secret. She shares, with a shrug of the shoulder, she's never had an orgasm with any of her boyfriends. I can see she believes something's wrong with her. She thinks it's her fault. It's not. She just doesn't know herself yet. I ask if she comes when she masturbates. She nods. I ask if she uses a toy or her fingers. She tells me she only comes with a vibe on her clit. She's never been with a girl, but I feel the curiosity and want coming from her like waves. She thinks I don't know, but I see the way she looks at me. I've had girls before. Not many. But I like her. I like her a lot. She'll never ask me. And if I were to come right out and ask her, she'd say no because she's not at the place where she can say it out loud. She needs it just to happen. Like an accident. My eyes move over her shirt. Rest on her breasts. I know underneath they're big and round and soft. She looks at my skinny legs and looks down at hers. She comparing and thinks they're too fat. All I see is smooth and soft. She crosses and re-crosses them. It makes me wonder what she looks like between them. We've talked about old houses before. She loves them, too. I tell her about the work I've done on mine. I ask her if she'd like to come and see. She licks her lips eagerly and agrees. I've given her the gift of an innocent reason. She ends up in my bed. Because we both know that's why she's here. The difference in how I deal with the sexes is intriguing. With men, I crave fast, painful, and rough. With women, I want nothing more than to slow down and take my time. I'm not much of a porn collector, but I have a couple of DVDs that were given to me in a White Elephant gift exchange as a joke. They're cheesy, but they'll still get you hot. I slip one of them into the DVD player in my bedroom. The screen fills with a girl getting her pussy eaten by another girl. We settle onto my bed and watch. When she allows her legs to graze mine, I tell her she should take her shorts and panties off. She looks embarrassed. A little mortified. But she does it. I scooch between her legs on my stomach. Ask her to spread them. She looks unsure. When she doesn't open them, I make the decision for her and push them apart. Still not wide enough, I push back on her thighs until I see the lips of her pussy peel apart. "Just watch the TV," I tell her. As she watches TV, I look at her. Her lips are smaller than mine. Her clit is tiny and hidden well under the hood. At first, she's tense. But with time, she relaxes and begins to focus on the moaning girls on the screen. As she does, I watch how her pussy changes. I watch the lips thicken and flush. I see her hole start to leak fluid. Her little clit beads, gets harder, and begins to pop out from underneath its hood. I let out a warm breath, and it streams out onto her skin. I see the hole react with a twitch and gape open just a little. I know she thinks too much. Of course she does. What she is as a whole is too much to deal with. When she's getting fucked, her thoughts take over. All of her insecurities. She's wondering if she looks too fat. She's wondering if he's going to call the next day. She wondering if she's pleasing him. She's not going to think today. Not here. Not in my bed. I want to break her down. I don't want her whole. I want her to be nothing but the parts of her body. I want her to feel like she is nothing except the ache between her legs. I don't have to verbalize that. She'll feel it in the way I touch her. "Spread your legs wider. Show me your pretty pussy." She lets out a heavy breath like she's been holding it and spreads wider. She has a full bush, which suits her perfectly for some reason. She's shaved the bikini line, and the hair on her snatch is darker than on her head; it's almost black. It's so different from my own blonde that it looks dirtier somehow. Her growing wetness makes the hair closest to her opening glisten. She's so turned on now. I know it's partially because I haven't touched her. I'm just looking at her. Watching her get more and more uncomfortably turned on. With both hands, I spread her lips apart. She gasps as I just hold her open that way. Completely exposed. Her hole quivers. Wanting to be filled; it can't help it. That's what it's there for. I won't do that yet. I just hold her open and blow warm air onto her. She moans, "What are you doing?" "Watch the movie. Don't worry about what I'm doing." Very slowly, I sink a finger into her. She takes it so easy, practically grasping it. So fucking eager. I slide it in slowly, just allowing her to feel the sensation of being empty and suddenly filled. I curl my finger and rub it back and forth against her walls. "You're nice and tight," I whisper. She begins to move her hips. I remove my finger and tell her (a little meanly), "Don't move. Just lay there. Let your pussy get fucked." She makes a little noise. I slide my finger back in and curl it in a come-hither motion and begin to slowly rub that rough patch at the top. She moans when I do it, so I know I found the spot. Her little clit isn't so little anymore. It's begging for attention, but it's not going to get it. She's used to instant gratification. When she fucks herself, she's used to getting off quickly because a clit orgasm is the easiest way to go. I want to make her feel how good it feels just to get fucked. I take her in above me for a second: her eyes, a little wild and desperate; her wet pussy wide open in my face. "This doesn't look like the pussy of a girl who doesn't know how to come when she gets fucked." She doesn't answer; just lets out an agitated groan. She can't admit it; how much she likes hearing that. But she's so wet, my finger is making wet noises as it moves in and out of her. I slide my finger out and just stare at her wet, gaping pussy. She strains above me. Waiting. I smooth the black hair back. It's soft and wet. Then I put my thumb on her clit and slowly begin to rub her. "Oh. Yes," she breaths in complete relief and pleasure. Her head tips back. Her pink tongue darts out of her mouth and runs across her bottom lip. With just my thumb, I rub her clit in a circular motion. I'm not in a rush. I've got all day. I can feel her body begin to tighten. She's trying to come like she's in a race. I know the feeling. She's been with men who believe that if it takes too long, it's a direct hit to their ego. They put their finger on your clit or stick their dick in, and it's like a coin got dropped in the meter: *We're off. Hurry up. Time is ticking against the adequate amount of time-in my opinion-it should take you to have an orgasm. Any longer and Ding! I'll feel inadequate.* That kind of pressure-the need to assuage ego-steals your pleasure. Fuck that shit. She's not doing that with me. "Stop trying to come. Lay there and feel what it's like to have your pussy fucked." I feel her relax. Her legs spread wider. I rub it methodically and clinically. This isn't emotional. It's biology. If I rub her clit long enough, she's going to come. She can try to stop it, but she won't be able to. On second thought, her trying to stop is hot. So, I tell her, "Don't do it. Don't come." A groan gets ripped out of her throat. Her clit feels like a hard, little bead on the pad of my thumb. I know it's throbbing. I keep it up. She's breathing hard. I begin to rub around it, not directly. She's not thinking now. She can only focus on the need to come. That's when I sink my finger inside her and start fucking her. Her body starts shaking, and she moans, "Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes." I work her hole and clit with my thumb and finger. Then I turn my hand, so my palm pumps against her mound like she's getting pounded hard. She starts pumping back. "That's it. Make yourself come." Her fingers grip the sheets. Her eyes are closed, and she's completely concentrated on fucking my hand. She's looks so beautiful right now. All the shyness and awkwardness is gone. I see the moment she breaks into a million pieces. As she does, I notice her nipples poking out-diamond hard-behind her shirt. Disappointed I didn't notice earlier, I reach up and grab one between my fingers and squeeze it as she comes. She screams, bucks into my palm, and wetness gushes onto my hand. She lays there in a messy heap, panting. The sheets are soaked underneath her. She can't look me in the eye. It took her less than 10 minutes to come. If she hasn't realized that now, she'll think about it later. That's when she'll also realize there's not a damn thing wrong with her. But we're not done. My own pussy is throbbing. I need something, too. I push off my shorts and panties. Though I take off my bra, I keep the tank top on. I tell her to take her shirt off. I really need to see her tits. She hesitates, but does it. They're as perfect as I knew they'd be: heavy and round. No faksies up in here. Her nipples are dark red like wine. I know she's uncomfortable being completely naked. It's daytime, so the sunlight is streaming through the blinds. There's nowhere to hide. She feels ashamed, but she's so turned on, she doesn't care. I tell her to lay on her back. I position myself below and scissor my legs with hers. Her eyes widen, and she looks unsure about what I'm about to do. When my wetness touches hers, she gasps and looks like she's going to tell me to stop. I tell her, "I need to come." She's tense, but she opens her thighs and lets me in. With my fingers, I spread my lips and push them into hers. I reach between us and open her lips, so we meld together. She's still wet from her orgasm. So am I. I start rubbing myself against her creating delicious friction; my clit moving back and forth between those wet, slippery lips. I feel the beginning of those little tingles and chase them down. She lets out a moan, letting me know she feels them, too. I encourage her, "Fuck yes. That's it. Let me get there. Don't stop." She rubs back against me and, in doing so, bumps my clit. I get that jolt and feel more wetness seep, making us even more slippery. I have to admit: I really wish her pussy was as bald as mine right now. That hairless slip and slide feels fucking amazing. I tell her, "Push your hair back. I want to feel your skin." She mumbles "Sorry" and holds herself apart. I look down and watch us. It's mesmerizing. The way our parts rub against each other; pink on pink. We're both so flushed and thick. She feels so fucking soft, it makes me crazy. I reach down, pull her ass towards me, so we're flush and tight against each other. I rub my softness against hers. My clit throbs, and I feel myself on the brink of coming. I pull her against me: "Fuck me. You make *me* come now." She begins to thrust. I shudder at the contact. Start to let go. Give into the feeling of her pussy rocking against mine. I push my tank up and pinch my nipples. My eyes are open to tiny slits, so I can watch her writhe. l love the way her little, pink tongue darts out of her mouth and how her head tilts back, making her look completely lost in sex. She looks so fucking sexy. Even sexier because I know she's never done this with anyone before. I love how she's shamelessly moaning and fucking another girl even though she's completely ashamed she's doing it. She can deal with that later. I don't care right now. I feel her clit touch mine, and it feels so dirty and foreign. I let my mind wander to a sleepover when I was younger. Being under the covers with a friend and thinking of all the dirty things I wanted to do to her and have her do to me. The shame of those thoughts . . . what she and I are doing now. . . the sight of her big, beautiful tits jiggling as she humps my pussy pushes me over the edge. I hear myself moaning, "Oh, that's it. You're fucking me. You're fucking me so good." She moans back in reply, and her hard little clit hits mine. All I'm thinking as I come-as I explode-is what a completely perfect little whore she is. Blonde on Brunette They were starting to become accustomed to being in such an intimate situation, to being in each other's arms, to be caressing and holding each other. Their confidence increased as they became used to the erotic nature of this female to female situation. And as that happened so they became more relaxed and more confident. Their embraces became bolder, the movements of their hands more adventurous and the use of their bodies became more suggestive. The blonde pushed her spectacular breasts forward, the auburn haired woman gently pressed her lower body against her friend's; their breasts merged and their tummies squashed together as they both experienced for the first time an almost head to toe embrace from another woman. The auburn haired one was the more adventurous. Gently pressing her friend by the shoulders she eased her onto her back and she lay alongside the blonde. She supported her head with her hand, her elbow resting on the bed. "This really is remarkable isn't it" she said softly running her fingers through the lustrous blonde hair? Ruffling it gently as they smiled at each other she slowly ran her fingertips across her friend's forehead, along the thin eyebrows, over the eyelids that closed, across the prominent cheeks and onto the full lips. They were soft, but without lippy or gloss. She ran her finger along the bottom lip that parted slightly from the upper one. The blonde closed her top lip down on the lower one gently trapping the fingertip. They looked into each other's eyes as the finger was pushed slightly further between the two lips. The blonde put her hand up and gripped the wrist as the finger slid even further between her lips until it rested against the white teeth and rubbed against the pink gums. The blonde softly rubbed, more caressed really the other woman's wrist before running her hand up the bare arm and replicating the movements that earlier she had had done to herself. It felt enormously erotic to both of them as the blonde's hand slid up the loose sleeve, over the round of the shoulder, onto the collar bone and under the bra strap that was bisecting that. The finger was removed from between the lips and was softly rubbed over the squarish chin and down onto the long, slender neck. The hand was slowly removed from the sleeve of the tennis top and ran down the slim back until it reached the elasticated waist of the pale grey track suit trousers. As it reached that the blonde's heart pounded when her fingers found bare flesh for her friend's top had slid out of the trousers. She softly rubbed her fingertips in little circles on the bare flesh covering her friend's spine near to the waist. It felt wonderful to both of them. Her confidence boosted when there was no resistance she slid her hand slowly up the smooth back taking the white top with her. As that was happening, the darker haired woman's fingertips slid further down from the neck they had been stroking. The fingers with the white painted, square cut nails went past the slightly pronounced Adam's apple and onto the flat upper, tanned chest. They pressed and rubbed in small circles slowly moving further down and down and down until they rested against the neckline of the other woman's low-cut top. Again they took the neckline between the thumb and forefinger and rubbed the silky material. They slipped slightly inside, they slid even further down, they slithered nearer to the swell of the lovely breasts and the deep cleavage between them. The girl's eyes met again and they held their gazes as the fingers went even further. At the same time the blonde's hand reached the bra strap that was stretched across the smooth, slender back. The fingers fondled it, they stroked it and slid under it. It was a very evocative gesture and a moment that was made even more extreme when the auburn haired woman's fingers went further inside the low cut top they had been stroking. They flittered onto the start of the swell of the delicious breasts. Feeling no resistance for there was none, although neither woman was aware of the other's limits or intentions they edged their way slowly up the gorgeous hillside of the blonde's breast. Now moving in the opposite direction to earlier the fingertips went further and further. At the same time the blonde slid her hand up and down the other woman's spine. On the upwards sweep it went inside the bra strap and on the downwards one inside the waist of the tracky trouser and onto the slender waistband of the woman's flimsy panties. Their eyes were locked in an intense gaze as the auburn haired head moved slowly yet inexorably towards the blonde hair covered head. They were both acutely aware of what was going to happen. They both wanted that to happen. They both half felt that it was wrong, but also half felt that it was absolutely correct and right. Yes, they both wanted to kiss each other. Their lips brushed. They closed their eyes and let them brush again. "Yes?" the auburn haired one breathed licking her friend's full bottom lip. "Oh yes, yes" the blonde groaned. And then they did kiss. It wasn't a grinding, lips squirming, mouth wide open and tongue plunging kiss of sheer, raw passion as it would probably have been with a man. No it was a kiss that was in keeping with what they were doing, sharing affection and intimacy not sex. That was why they had come to the bedroom and that was why they were lying in each other's arms on the bed. On the face of it that is. But the longer they lay in each other's arms and the longer they shared affection and intimacy so they both realised that those sentiments between two women could not be totally divorced from sex. It was emotionally and physically impossible and on top of that was not something that either really wanted. Hence, the kiss became sexual. It became the catalyst, the multiplier and the encouragement that altered the mood from just affection and intimacy to one that combined those emotions with now a strong sexual need. So as their lips met and caressed each other with the blonde kissing the auburn haired woman's top lip then the auburn haired woman kissing and sucking the blonde woman's bottom lip their gestures and hand and body movements took on distinctly sexual connotations. The white painted fingernails ran across the sumptuous flesh of her friend's breasts just above the lacy top of the D cup bra. The other hand that had been running up and down the slender back and making erotic hints by toying with the bra strap and the top of the panties now slid unselfconsciously down inside the grey tracky trousers and onto the panty covered pert, yet beautifully rounded bum. The kiss increased in intensity and passion, but not in vigour as it would with a man where by now he would have had his tongue half way down their throat. They licked each other; their lips, their chins and the other's tongue. They sucked on the lips and slithered their tongues together and round the welcoming gums and teeth. The ice of affection and intimacy was most certainly now broken and the last bastion of the fortress of sex was being broached. Without further ado the auburn haired woman's hand slid the extra few inches so that it was crowning the blonde's breast. They looked at each, they smiled, one raised their eyebrows asking a question and the other nodded answering it. The hand squeezed the breast clearly signalling the move from affection, past intimacy to sexual. The blonde grunted as the hand gently with just the right amount of pressure squeezed the gloriously sensitive globe and pinched the wonderfully aching nipple. They were both very aware that although they had already crossed a number of boundaries they were at one that was very special indeed. "Ok?" "Oh yes" the blonde sighed her fingers slipping into the back of the panties and stroking her friend's bottom. They kissed again as the hand continued caressing, squeezing and kneading the full flesh of the breast. What they had done together so far could be put down to an innocent desire for more affection and tenderness. At a pinch lying on a bed and cuddling another woman could be described as self-indulgent intimacy. Full kissing, squeezing a breast and fondling a bottom could not be explained away like that. Such actions and gestures were driven by just one motivation and both knew that it was of a strongly sexual nature. The sleeve of the blonde's top slid off her shoulder; accidentally or purposefully neither knew. It slid down the arm until it was around the elbow, until the front of the top was wrinkled, until the top moved down a little and until the blonde's left breast in the flimsy bra, that she knew she shouldn't really wear for she needed the support provided by a sports bra, was exposed. The hand was on the bra, the fingers just inside it. The nipple was horrendously swollen making a large, very obvious indentation in the lacy cup. The darker haired woman suddenly had such a strong urge to lower her face down and suck it into her mouth, but she restrained herself. Instead she let a low, quiet groan slip from her mouth as, without hardly thinking she slid her fingers inside the bra right onto the rock hard nipple and big, round areola. To the blonde it was like an electric shock and to the other woman a massive charge as seriously strong sexual sensations roared through her. Both bodies jerked and stiffened as they moaned into the other's mouth. The breast was squeezed and kneaded sending enormous waves of sensations through both of them. They kissed once more. It was a long, lingering luscious kiss with wide open mouths, probing tongues and now writhing lips. They were both moaning and whimpering as the full realisation that they were going beyond friends showing affection to each other and were becoming two women moving well past the limits of a heterosexual relationship. Although revelling in having her breasts and nipples loved the blonde wanted and needed more. She didn't want to play just a passive part, she wanted full involvement. Her hands slid up the inside of the tennis shirt and up the smooth back, past the bra strap and almost to the shoulders. They took the shirt with it. They bunched that round the shoulders at the back and just beneath the small boobs at the front as the blonde's fingers caressed the thin, elastic bra strap. She couldn't have stopped herself had she wanted to and had she tried. It seemed to be a barrier, an unnecessary defence and such a restriction on their mutual pleasure. As unthinking and without planning as her friend had been when slipping her hand into her bra so was the blonde unclipping the clasp on the bra strap. "Oh God" the darker haired woman sighed as she felt the pressure relieved on her boobs and realised the enormous step her friend had taken. The realisation of that was as strong as the excitement she felt when it hit her that her tennis friend was soon going to see and then caress her tits. And that was exactly what the blonde wanted to do and did. She went to pull the tennis shirt up at the front to bunch it round the other woman's neck so that she could get at the little tits. As she did, though, her friend surprised her by raising her arms above her head in a clear invitation to remove it completely. That thrilled the blonde and she eagerly accepted the invitation by quickly pulling the shirt up and off the raised arms. As she was finishing, the auburn haired woman slipped her bra off and proudly pushed her chest out towards the other woman. "Oh my God" the blonde sighed as for the first time she gazed lustfully at another woman's breasts. "Sit up darling" the other woman whispered. Between them they removed the blonde's top. Without moving her eyes away from the small, pert breasts just inches from her face the blonde reached behind her and fiddled the clasp undone on her bra. To an intake of breath from the other woman, she removed it and flaunted her big, womanly, slightly saggy tits at her friend. Both topless, but wearing tracky trousers they suddenly became shy. They had come a long in a short term and both were half wondering just how much further they could or should go? "Oh they are beautiful" the auburn haired woman sighed cupping one of the luscious breasts. "So are yours" the blonde whispered back stroking her hand across the smaller pair. "Big ones can be a real pain." They sank back to lie on the bed in each other's arms. They kissed for some time as the reality of what they were doing sunk in and fully registered with both of them. Each suffered some doubts and trepidation at the apparent suddenness of them moving from being totally straight with their sexuality to at least having a bisexual inclination. And as each of them caressed the other's breasts and back so that inclination became stronger. So their desire and needs became more intense, their spirit of sexual adventure increased and their ambition for what they wanted from this coupling grew larger. Both of them at different times and then simultaneously let their fingers slip inside the waistband of the other's track trousers, firstly at the back and later at the front. They were now becoming bold and courageous with their caresses. The blonde was on her back again the darker haired one more lying on her side. They were both caressing the other's breasts, softly, gently and easily. There was no rush or urgency, their actions were not being led by a cock, but by the mind of another sensitive and sexually mature and aware woman. And that was so different for the two married woman both of whom had been fucked by men probably getting on for four thousand times in their near thirty years of sexual adventures. Being with a woman was becoming more natural to both of them. They were enjoying the languid lovemaking, the measured pace, the lack of need to cum and cum quickly, but the knowledge, deep down for they hadn't admitted to how far they might go yet, that if they did cum it wouldn't be the end of their lovemaking. Unbeknown to them they were beginning to think bisexual bordering on the lesbian, well the lipstick variety at least. They were finding the softness, the lack of stubble and itchy hairs, the smoothness and their gentleness of making love to another woman so different and so wonderful. They were discovering new sensations, finding the touch of the other woman so light and her knowledge of precisely where to caress and stroke and just the right amount of pressure to apply so refreshing. They were deeply in each other's arms now. Their mouths were fused together with their lips and tongues probing, squirming and licking. Their breasts were permanently squashed together with the blonde woman's larger fuller orbs engulfing and seemingly swallowing up the smaller, pert tits of her love partner. As their bodies were touching from head to toe their hands investigated the other woman. The head and hair, the shoulders and back, the chest and breasts and then further down, lower at the back, on the waist and then inside the waist bands. Inside the track suit trousers, on the panty covered bottoms, round the cheeks inside the flimsy garments and onto the squelchingly erotic round softness of the other's bum. They sighed and moaned, grunted and groaned as sensation after new sensation washed over them and as more and more they gave themselves into the bisexuality of making love with another woman. It was the darker haired woman that made the big leap forward. It was she who completely discarded her inhibitions. It was the slimmer, more lithe and less rounded one that pushed the boundaries to the limit. Yes it was the auburn haired woman who first slithered her fingers down from the blonde's waist, at the front and right onto her friend's pubic mound. That made the blonde grunt with pleasure and her entire body shudder with the unexpectedly strong, but pleasingly welcoming, she realised, sensations. She clung to her friend, she pressed her body more firmly against her and thrust her mound against the fingers. Now with no hesitation those fingers slid down slightly further searching for where they and the mound desperately wanted them to be. And they found the blonde's clit and rubbed it. "Oh fuck, oh yes" she moaned her own hand involuntarily following a similar route and finding exactly the same place on the other woman. Kissing and grinding their breasts together they rubbed and frisked each other's clit with increasing intensity and passion. But it was frustratingly through the material of two layers of garments. And both knew that was unsatisfactory. Almost simultaneously their fingers left the other's mound moved up the stomach, enquired momentarily at the waist band of the other's trackies and then slipped inside. Journeying down the flatness of one stomach and the slight bulge of the other the two pairs of fingers slid into the pubic thatches of the other. The one that was in the blonde patch found wetness first, but the one on the landing strip of darker hair slithered further and ran between two very lubricated lips. The trousers were not removed. The panties stayed on. But the blonde thatch and the auburn strip were exposed as the other woman's fingers slid inside the waiting hole that so badly needed stimulation. It didn't seem right or proper to undress fully. So they kept their panties and tracky trousers on. But that didn't stop them getting what both of them now so desperately wanted. And that was a finger induced orgasm from the other woman. As they lay in each other's arms, naked above their waists and with their trousers around their thighs they experienced many emotions and a wide range of thoughts. Although many of their emotions and much of their thinking was confused there was one thing on which they were both very clear. And that was that they wanted to do it again and do it very soon.