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Lesbian or Bi?

By: doomed_angel



He had her, up against the tree, her legs thrashing wildly wrapped around his waist. And then she woke up, always at that part.

Trishia rolled over next to her. "What time is it?" she growled.

"6.30" Kirsty replied sheepishly. 

Kirsty felt quite guilty. Here she was, lying next to her beloved girlfriend while having erotic dreams about men.

To Kirsty's annoyance, Trishia decided to have an extra hour in bed, which left Kirsty unable to satisfy herself, fuelled by her erotic dream.

She wasn'r sure what was happening these days. For the past few years or so she had been usre that Trishia was the one, but just recently her feelings had been changing.

She imagined how Trishia would re-act if she left her for a man. Trish was 100% gay, men hating, gay preaching.. whatever you want to call it. 

Kirsty however had always thought she was... or maybe she was just playing along.

After what seemed like an eternity, Trish heaved herself out of bed and headed for the shower. Kirsty looked over at her naked body as she walked to the bathroom. Her girlfriend had a great body, did she really want to swap that for some beastly man? 

By the time Trish had left the house, late again as usual! Kirsty's logings for sexual relief had passed.

She idly pulled herself out of bed, reached for her dressing gown and thenheaded for the computer, after all it was her day off and she had little help to do.

As soon as the computer had loaded and automatically logged her into msn messenger, the words "Morning sexy, how you feeling today?" popped up onto her screen. It was Vince, one of her "internet friends."

She replied flirtatiously, being a very flirtatious character and the conversation progressed to the pairs favourtie subject: sex.

"So, you had any wild sex with your bird since we last spoke" Vince asked.

"As if," Kirsty replied, "She's married to work, I'm just here for decoration."

"What you need is a man" Vince replied.

Instead of her usual disnmissive reply, Kirsty was lost for words. She made an excuse of needing to nip to the bank and switched off the pc.

She crawled back into bed totally lost in her own little world. She tried to sleep but it wouldn;t come. Instead, images of being fucked wildly by a man flickered into her head.

She tried to think of Trish, and the decent sex they had managed to have, but she couldn't get rid of thoughts of her most wild fantasies. Eventually she gave in and reached under the bed for her vibrator. She let her dressing gown fall open and kicked the covers away from her. She used the vibrator to tease her shaven pussy lips and then her clit. She was so engrossed in her fantasies that she totally lost track of time and was very suprised and embarressed when Trish walked through the door.

Neither of them knew what to say. They never discussed masterbation, and although Kirsty was sure Trish must do it during the long periods of being too tired or not having enough time for sex, she'd certainly never caught her at it.

Trish stayed silent for quite a while as Kirsty covered herself up and put the vibrator back in her place. 

Finally, Kirsty said "I'll.... I'll go and make a start on dinner."

"Make sure ou wash your hands first," Trish replied, and that was the last time either of them mentioned what had just happened. 

Things were a bit icy between them that night, to say the least. Kirsty wondered if the right thing to do would be to have sex but she was scared incase Trish pushed her away, she just wouldn;t be able to bear it.

As she lay in bed beside Trish that night, Kirsty felt very restless and very "un-sleepy."

She went to the place she always did when she needed comfort- The computer.

Vince was online as usual, and after some hesitation, she poured out the recent events.

He found it quite funny, but warned her that if she felt the need to masterbate so much, maybe she should be looking for someone who could do it for her.

She realised he was right and after a long long conversation, began getting quite flirtatious yet again. She went way further than she had previously and as she told him how much she wanted to feel his big bulging cock inside her, she was suprised at how "not guilty" she felt.

When all the cyber sex and sex talk had began to come to an end, she told him that he should pop round sometime on one of her day off.

"But.... Trish???" came the reply, "and aren;t you gay???"

"I don't know," Kirsty replied, "and you told me if i wasn;t feeling satisfied i should find someone who could... maybe your that someone?"

So they arranged a day for the following week, and Kirsty went to bed feeling quite nervoud but very excited.

For the rest of the week, Kirsty felt very on edge. She tried to be as nice as she could to Trish but found it very difficult. She even slept with her, thinking about Vince the whole time, as Trish gently carressed her breasts and flicked her tongue over her clit.

When the day finally came, Kirsty couldn't get Trish out of the house fast enough, she even made an excuse about needing her to pop to the cash machine before work because she was feeling really ill.

"Of course i will babe" Trsih said kindly "you really haven;t been yourself these last couple of days, maybe your coming down with something?"

Then she left, leaving Kirsty feeling very guilty about what she was about to do, but also very exciting. She thought that maybe if she got this longing out of her system, everything would be okay. But deep down she knew it was not that simple.

Vince arrived on time, looking very smart and bearing wine and condoms.

"Cheeky" Kirsty giggled as she kissed him on the cheek.

Once inside, they ripped each others clothes off furiously, there was no time to drink wine!!!!!!!!

Kirsty was in heaven as Vince ripped off her shirt, and then planted little kisses on her chest. 

He had made it quite clear that he was preapred to do all the work, to show her what a man really could do for a woman, and she was quite prepared to let him do just that.

Soon, they were both down to their underwear and Kirsty was feeling a little aprehnsive about letting a man see her most private parts.

Vince seemed to sense that she was feeling a little uncomfrtable and whispered "its okay baby, we can stop if you want."

"NO" Kirsty replied quite firmly, and pulled him into the bedroom where she pushed him onto the bed and sat on top of him, preventing him from moving.

She grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the bed and growled "I call the shots around here."

"Oh yeah"

With one swift movement, he pushed out of her hold and flung her onto the bed beside him. "Men are a lot stronger than the girls you've been used to playing around with!!!!" and with that he kissed her passiontly, rubbing her panty covered crotch gently.

Kirsty broke off the kiss. "fuck me, fuck me now!" she demanded.

But Vince refused and continued to tease her wet pussy. He could feel the moisture creeping out of her panties and loved the thought that he was making her so wet.

Kirsty felt like she was going to explode there and then. When her and Trish made love, it wa always a five minute hurried thing, and most of the time she faked an orgasm and finished it herself in the bathroom.

Vince continued to tease her pussy, then his fingers crept round the side of her panties. "hmmmm nice and smooth her commented."

Then, he turned from being nice and gentle to wild and frantic, ripping off her drenched panties and kneeling infront of her so he could stick his tongue in her wet pussy.

Kirsty was amazed at how good it felt. She never would have thought that a man could have been this good, but she was in heaven and was now needing an orgasm badly.

She became restless and accidently knocked him off the bed in a play fight and urgent plea to be fucked.

He picked himself up off the floor, carried the pleading Kirsty over to the wall and held her against him as h struggled to remove his boxer shorts. He then gently pushed his cock inside her and fucked her wildly until she came.

Kirsty was in heaven, but after coming back to earth, realised it was almost four o clock and frantically hurried Vince out of the house before having a mad clean up and making herself look presentable before her girlfriend got home.

She then rememebered telling Trish she felt ill, so returned to bed feeling very guilty and sheepish.

Trish came to check on Kirsty the minute she got home, bringing her chocolates and flowers. She comforted Kirsty as she cried and promised her things would get better and that she was sorry she hadn't spent much time with her recently.

This left Kirsty feeling even worse. She avoided the internet and spent the next few days with Trish, trying to find something about her to fall in love with again.

Although Kirsty tried very hard to be a part of her relationship with Trish, she couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling of how fantastic Vince had been.

She finally decided she couldn;t stand it anymore and crept out of bed in the middle of the night to see if Vince was online. He was, and was very pleased to speak to her and also very worried. She explained why she hadn;t been online the best that she could, and he comforted her, but the conversation soon turned to sex and Kirsty as once again lost in a session of steamy cyber sex, masterbating furiously.

She was so lost that she didn;t notice Trish eneter the room or stand behind her. She only became aware of Trish's presence when she left the room, slamming the door maliciously.

Kirsty hastily shut down the computer and chased after Trish. She knew she had blown it, and she was right!

Trish said that it all made sense now, and there was no use in her sticking around if she wasn;t enough for her.

Although Kirsty was very upset about losing the woman she once thought was the love of her life, she knew it was no use hiding from her feelings.

She continued to speak to Vince online, but he got back with his ex a few days later.

Kirsty would just have to cope with fantasies and pleasuring herself once again...

Lesbian or Just Curious? Ch. 01



It looked like it was going to be a sunny day, but Jane had always been a cautious girl. "I'd best take my umbrella, just in case." she thought as she prepared to leave her apartment. 

Moments later, umbrella in hand, she stroke confidently down the hallway to the elevator entrance. As always, the smell of boiled cabbage, garlic, spaghetti sauce and several spices and condiments, was still hanging heavily in the air, even though it was morning and the foods responsible for the assorted odours had been served and eaten the night before. 

"Jesus Christ all mighty!" she thought, her face taking on a disgruntled scowl. "Don't these goddam savages I have to share a building with ever eat food that doesn't stink the place up for weeks at a time? I feel like I'm living behind a twenty four hour flop house diner that never closes the back door! Some day, I'm going to get the hell out of this stinking apartment, in this garbage can city, full of unwashed dullards and go to live in the countryside. I'll be a member of the local gentry and the only aromas filling the air when I wake up in the morning, will be those of fresh baked rolls, country bacon and farm fresh eggs."

In her heart, Jane knew it would never happen, but like everybody else, she felt entitled to her dreams. She was an attractive woman in her thirties, unmarried, with no romantic prospects and her loneliness and need for love was becoming more apparent every day. She was becoming more bitter and cynical than she'd ever been in her teens and twenties and she longed for a relationship that would provide the love and companionship that she had been looking for all of her life. She'd had affairs over the years, but invariably they were short term. Most of the men she met were pompous fools whose self valuation far exceeded the worth she ascribed to them. Their selfishness in the bedroom left her cold and unresponsive and after only a few dates, she would simply stop taking their phone calls. 

She stopped in front of the elevator doors and impatiently pressed the ground floor button several times. She looked at her watch and wondered if public transit would be running any more late than usual. She had prepared a special report outlining the sales promotion program for a new product that her company would shortly be introducing and she was anxious to show it to her colleagues and get their feedback. She sighed as she realized that her job was about the only pleasure left in her life. So much so that she enjoyed being on the job more than she enjoyed being at home. 

Just then, she was brought back to real time by the sound of the grumbling old elevator clunking to a halt. A few seconds later, she heard the lame ding that accompanied each stop. She looked up as the doors opened and was surprised to see a new face standing patiently at the back. She stepped in quickly and muttered a muted, "Good morning," to the stranger. 

"Hello. I'm Jasmine." the stranger replied, eagerly holding out her hand. 

"Hi Jasmine." Jane replied as she managed a smile and took the hand of the stranger, "I'm Jane."

While the elevator continued its painfully slow descent to the ground floor, Jane peeked surreptitiously at Jasmine from the corner of her eye. She was black. Actually, a soft and pleasing shade of brown, and spoke with a Caribbean accent. She was quite tall, perhaps 2 inches taller than Jane and had a very pretty face and quite a stunning figure. Her legs were long and shapely and the front of her blouse strained to conceal generous breasts that were putting a noticeable stress on its tiny buttons.

"How long have you lived here Jane?" Jasmine asked with a bright smile. 

"Oh Lord! I've been here since the building was erected, about 10 years ago. Sometimes I have trouble believing that I've spent almost a third of my life here." 

Jasmine continued, a sparkling white smile adorning her pretty face, "How do you like it?" 

"Oh, it's not the Taj Mahal, as you can see, but all in all, I suppose I like it. The rent is reasonable and the tenants are tolerable." then with a giggle added, "Most of the time."

Just then, the elevator clumsily jerked to a halt and the two ladies turned and readied themselves to exit as the doors slowly opened. As they walked to the exit, Jasmine asked, "Which direction do you go to get to work Jane? I have to go up the street and catch the Westbound streetcar."

Jane replied, "Oh, I have to catch the Eastbound streetcar down at the bottom of the street."

A disappointed look flashed across Jasmine's face. "Oh too bad Jane. I'd love to have someone to chat with on the way to work everyday." 

With that, the two girls wished each other a pleasant day and headed off in opposite directions.

Apart from the enjoyment Jane got from showing off her newly created marketing plan that morning, it was just another day at the office. By late afternoon, time had slowed almost to a standstill and she was sure that the day would go on forever. When the clock finally hit the 5:00 p.m. mark, Jane began to put on her coat and was counting down the seconds impatiently. For some reason she wanted to get back to her apartment and for the life of her she didn't know why. Most nights, she had to be reminded that it was quitting time and she had a real fear that she might one day be locked in the office overnight. As she finished buttoning her coat, she idly wondered what time the new tenant, Jasmine finished work. 

A friend who gave her a ride home from time to time, had to run some errands in another direction so Jane began walking briskly to the streetcar stop. She dreaded having to endure the close quarters and the pushing and shoving that was part and parcel of riding the streetcar. She'd always hated this particular part of her daily commute. The streetcar was invariably filled with noisy, boisterous people and the smell of unwashed bodies and sweat permeated the interior of each vehicle. By the time the creaking old relic arrived at Jane's stop, she was frazzled and more than a tad angry. 

As she made her way up her street, she had to walk past the new housing project that had only recently been erected at the intersection. There was the usual gang of unemployed people hanging around the building courtyard, smoking cigarettes and drinking cheap wine from a large jug that was being passed amongst them. Jane glanced through the gate as she made her way up the street. A look of disapproval crossed her face when she saw the boisterous group. 

"God dam freeloaders", she muttered under her breath. "Sitting on their asses in subsidized housing, too lazy to work! And who the hell has to pay for it all? Me! That's who!" 

She grew more infuriated as she got closer to her building. "One of these days I'm going to kiss this lousy city, with its broken transit system and its swollen underbelly of shiftless people who refuse to work, good bye. I'm going to jump on a Greyhound and disappear over the horizon, leaving this miserable shit hole, full of lazy, smelly, savages, to earn a living for themselves!"

As she approached the front door of her apartment building, she saw a tall female walking towards the building from the other direction. She looked quite lovely in her high heels. She had long shapely legs and a short dress that accentuated her trim figure. She knew right away that it was Jasmine, who was no doubt returning from her job as well. 

Jasmine began to smile when she saw Jane approaching. Jane was just as happy to see her and the two smiled warmly back at one another . 

The two arrived at the front door at the same time and it was obvious that they were more than a little pleased to be running into each other again so soon. They walked across the lobby and stood in front of the elevator door.

"Wow." exclaimed Jasmine. That was a rough day. I thought it would never end. So many cranky people who don't want to listen to anything you have to say. They just want to bitch, bitch and bitch some more."

Jane laughed and nodded in agreement. She'd had no trouble relating to Jasmine's irritated observation. It was so nice to have someone else to whom she could vent her frustrations. By days end, her cherished marketing plan felt like it weighed two hundred pounds. She couldn't have carried it for even five more minutes without collapsing with exhaustion. Now that she was finally home, she couldn't wait to kick off her high heels and just relax.

The elevator doors opened and the two women stepped in. Jane couldn't help noticing the perfume that Jasmine was wearing. "I just love that perfume Jasmine. What's it called?" she asked.

"U and I" replied Jasmine. "I've never worn it before and I got a lot of compliments on it today."

The elevator began it's slow climb and the two ladies were smiling as it made it's way to the freedom that they'd soon be able enjoy when they stepped into their apartments, kicked off their high heels and sprawled on the sofa with a relaxing drink.

"Do you have time to join me for a cool drink Jane?" Jasmine asked.

"You must've read my mind." replied Jane. "I was just thinking of sprawling on the sofa with a cool drink."

"Well, by all means sprawl on my sofa." said Jasmine with a smile.

The two stepped off the elevator and Jane followed Jasmine down the hallway to her apartment. It was located at the very end of the hall, well away from the noise of the creaky old elevator. As she was turning the key, Jasmine said "Please forgive the mess Jane. I was in such a hurry when I left today that I didn't have time to clean up."

"You want to see a mess, come up to my apartment one day." scoffed Jane. "I don't get any joy out of housekeeping and it shows."

As they stepped into Jasmine's apartment, Jane was taken back by the array of colours and scents. The walls were soft mauve and the carpet was brilliant red. It wasn't Jane's taste, but it was fastidiously neat and the furniture was fashionable and in near new condition.

"Would you like soda with a splash of vodka or something a little less intoxicating?" Jasmine asked.

"Oh vodka sounds good Jasmine. A splash of vodka is just what I need after the day I put in," Jane replied.

Jane leaned back on the sofa with an ever so slight moan of satisfaction. She was happy to have someone with whom to share the rigors of her day. As she sat there, she could hear Jasmine vigorously chipping ice cubes from the tray in her freezer. Moments later she reappeared with two tall effervescent glasses of soda and vodka. The ice cubes clanked noisily against the side of the glasses as she walked over to the coffee table in front of the sofa. 

As she leaned forward to hand Jane her drink, the front of her blouse fell down slightly, revealing her very generous cleavage. Jane knew she should look away, but for some reason she couldn't. Jasmine was a very attractive woman and Jane found her round, full breasts somewhat captivating. 

Jasmine looked up at the same time as Jane's eyes were checking out her breasts and smiled teasingly. "Aha! I caught you looking Jane!" she said with a laugh. 

Jane felt her face glow red hot with embarrassment. "Oh, I'm sorry Jasmine. I didn't mean to stare. Your blouse fell down a little as you bent forward and I just couldn't help noticing how pretty your bra looks." 

As soon as she said it, she knew the look on her face and the sound of her voice belied that words she'd spoken. 

" Oh what a shame," replied Jasmine. "I was hoping that you were admiring my breasts. Do you think I have nice breasts Jane?" Jasmine asked with a teasing smile as she took a seat at the other end of the sofa.

"Oh sure. I mean, I guess so. They look like they're very nice Jasmine."

Jane was still blushing and Jasmine obviously thought her embarrassment was amusing.

"Oh come on Jane. There's nothing wrong with admiring someone else's body, regardless of whether they're man or woman. I'm actually quite pleased that you find my figure attractive."

Jane took a sip of her drink and as she raised the glass to her lips, the cubes rattled noisily because her hand had begun shaking slightly. 

Jasmine smiled at her and said, "It's really nothing at all to be embarrassed about Jane. I admire other women's breasts all the time. I've checked yours out and they appear quite delicious. I often tell other women if they have nice breasts and a few have even been flattered enough to invited me to feel theirs." She smiled broadly at Jane, parting her full ruby lips to reveal two rows of sparkling white teeth and in a soft and flirty voice asked, "Would you like to feel my breasts Jane?"

Jane was shocked but at the same time oddly excited. She was quiet for a few seconds but finally replied in a voice that trembled slightly, "Well sure. I do think I'd like to see what they feel like. They are quite lovely looking and I have to admit that I'm a little curious."

Jasmine's pleasure was apparent. She smiled broadly and slid over beside Jane on the sofa. Then in a soft and somewhat seductive voice, said, "Well go ahead and feel them Jane, but be gentle, they're very sensitive."

Jane's heart began to beat faster. She felt an unbelievable level of sexual arousal as she reached over, ever so tentatively, and squeezed one of Jasmine's breasts through her blouse. Both women felt the blouse that covered Jasmine's breasts a nuisance, but neither was bold enough to suggest that it should be removed. As Jane's fingers gently closed on Jasmine's generous breast, a shock ran up her arm and shook her body like a bolt of lightening.

She felt exhilarated. Jasmine's breasts felt soft and delicate but, at the same time, firm and voluminous. Jane ran her fingers along their form and in a soft and slightly awe struck voice whispered, "Oh, they're so large and full and round Jasmine and they feel wonderful."

Jasmine smiled demurely. "Would you like to see them Jane?" she asked softly.

"Yes, I would. I'd love to see them Jasmine." Jane replied, now more excited than nervous. 

Jasmine stood up and began to undo the buttons on her blouse. Once all of the buttons were undone, she deftly took the blouse off to reveal a heavily taxed bra that was filled to capacity with her substantial breasts. As she reached for the snaps that held the cups together, Jasmine watched Jane's face for her reaction to what she was about to reveal. Her fingers quickly released the snaps and the bra fell to the floor. The moment it fell, two large, gorgeous breasts sprung free and swayed gently back and forth, almost as if celebrating their release from the brazier's imprisonment. 

Jane's breath caught in her throat. They were spectacular! Their flesh was a light olive brown and they stood round and firm before her excited eyes. The nipples were large and erect and a deep beguiling shade of chocolate with just a hint of purple. 

"Do you like them?" Jasmine enquired softly. It was quite apparent that she wanted Jane to be pleased. 

"They're lovely." replied Jane, her heart in her mouth and her eyes glued with fascination to the excitingly prodigious globes. 

"Would you like to feel them again, now that I've removed them from that uncomfortable, constraining bra?" asked Jasmine in a slightly teasing voice that was beginning to sound almost as aroused as Jane's. 

Jane didn't answer. Instead, she reached out and with trembling fingers, touched the lovely peaks of flesh that swayed tantalizingly back and forth with each move of Jasmine's tall, voluptuous figure. She was captivated by their feel and by the soft, fragrant aroma of Jasmine's perfume. Her hands moved slowly and admiringly over the beautiful mounds of flesh before her, gently squeezing them, lovingly caressing them, shamelessly exalting in their feel. 

Jasmine began breathing faster, obviously aroused by Jane's soft touch. Her light and jovial mood was slowly being replaced by a feeling of growing urgency as she began reacting to the stimulating touch of Jane's fingers.

"I can tell you like them Jane. Have you ever felt another woman's breasts before?" she asked with more than mild curiosity.

"I've never felt another woman's body before Jasmine!" Jane replied in a voice cracking with emotion. "I'm shocked by my own behaviour, but your body is so perfectly beautiful that I just can't resist."

Jasmine smiled triumphantly, "Would you like to kiss them Jane? She whispered tremulously. "I love having my breasts kissed."

Jane didn't have to be asked a second time. She eagerly placed her hands beneath Jasmine's full, ripe breasts and with her heart pounding in her throat, took one of the lovely brownish purple nipples between her lips. It tasted wonderfully intoxicating. The flesh was erect and excited by the touch of her mouth and tongue. Jane's excitement grew exponentially and she began feeling an unfamiliar longing that was simultaneously confusing and sexually arousing. The feeling grew in intensity with each thrilling nibble and lick of the sensual flesh beneath her exploring tongue and worshipping lips. 

"Perhaps we should go in to the bedroom Jane." Jasmine suggested breathlessly. What you're doing is getting me very excited and I don't want to lose my balance and fall." 

Again, Jane needed no persuasion and the two women fumbled their way into the bedroom together, with Jane still caressing and fondling Jasmine's beautiful breasts as they made their way to the bed. They fell onto the duvet together and Jane immediately took Jasmine's nipple in her mouth again, sucking hungrily as her libido began racing out of control.

Jasmine leaned back and let her arms fall to her side, leaving her beautifully rounded, fully ripe breasts completely available to Jane's excited fondling and hungry kisses.

Jane was becoming bolder and could now feel her own sexual arousal growing as her panties had become damp with excitement and were now clinging stickily to her pubic mound. But she no longer cared. She continued her amorous assault on Jasmine's mesmerizingly beautiful body. She reached down and with passion burning in her eyes, pulled the hem of Jasmine's dress up to her hips. Then, with her heart pounding like a jack hammer, ran her hand down over her pubic mound. She felt Jasmine straining against her hand as she ran it over the light nylon fabric of her panties. As she raised her hips to meet Jane's caress, Jane slipped her fingers beneath the hem of her panties and pushed them down over her knees. Jasmine immediately pulled her knees up and Jane pushed the panties down over her feet and off.

Then, like a lover possessed, Jane ran her hand back up Jasmines thighs to the centre of her sexuality. Jasmine's pussy was covered with a dense matt of curly black pubic hair and felt delightfully erotic beneath Jane's impassioned touch. As her hand moved over the sensual prize, Jasmine spread her legs to provide unfettered access. Jane then slid her finger between Jasmine's wet, swollen labia and was amazed by the flood of natural lubricant that was now flowing copiously from her vagina. 

Jane trembled with sexually charged innervation as she inserted another finger and then another into Jasmine's warm, receptive vagina and began moving them in and out in rhythm with Jasmine's involuntary hip thrusts. She could hear Jasmine's breath rushing excitedly in her ears as she hungrily kissed and sucked her round, beautiful breasts. 

As Jane's passion grew, so did Jasmine's and after several minutes of intimate stroking and petting, Jasmine began to move her head from side to side and moan uncontrollably. Jane sensed that her newfound friend was about to have an orgasm and became even more dedicated to the amorous attack she had launched. Moments later, Jasmine's hips rose up off of the bed and she let out a series of loud moans that culminated in an orgasm that lasted for several seconds and left her spent and breathless beneath Jane's encouraging hands. 




Lesbian or Just Curious? Ch. 01



Jane wasn't sure how long the two of them laid together on the bed before Jasmine finally spoke. "My God, I came so hard that I'm still out of breath Jane. How did you ever learn to make another woman's body react with such sexual abandon. How many women have you been with?"

Jane looked at her curiously and asked, "What do you mean? I already told you that I've never had a sexual experience with another woman until today. What just happened was simply curious experimentation! I'm totally heterosexual!" 

Jasmine looked wounded. She turned away from Jane and in a voice immersed in sadness, replied, "Oh, that's such a disappointment Jane. I'm a lesbian. I've never had anything to do with men. I was so excited when I met you and we got along so well from the start. Foolishly, I felt that you were a lesbian as well, but in retrospect, I guess that would have been too much to hope for. Sometimes I think I'll never find permanent love Jane. It's just such a shame. Here we are living only a few doors from each other and having access to your friendship and the kind of great sex that I've always dreamed of, would have been so wonderful." 

Jane had an odd look on her face as she listened to Jasmine's words. Anyone witnessing the conversation would have wondered what she was thinking. She sat up on the side of the bed and looking over her shoulder at the still prone body of Jasmine said, "I have to get going Jasmine. Perhaps we'll run into each other on the elevator again sometime.

End of Part One



Lesbian or Just Curious? Ch. 02



Jane rushed out of Jasmine's apartment and scrambled down the hallway to the elevator. She was livid. She couldn't believe that Jasmine was a lesbian and thought that she was a lesbian too. "The nerve of some people." she thought as she stood waiting for the elevator doors to slide open. 

By the time she reached the door to her own apartment, she had calmed down a little, but was still annoyed that Jasmine had made such a ridiculous assumption. "Lesbian indeed!" she thought to herself. She strode into the kitchen and poured a glass of wine and turned on the stove. She wasn't that hungry, but felt that cooking something might take her mind off the incident with Jasmine. She decided to make something fast and simple and then spend the evening watching television. 

She grabbed a fry pan from the cupboard and put it on the stove, then took a piece of fish from the freezer. Ten minutes later, she was seated on the sofa, in front of the T.V., watching the evening news. She finished dinner and poured another glass of wine and then began running through the channels on her T.V. in search of something interesting. She finally happened on a channel that was showing a documentary dealing with activities of a recently found tribe of South American natives who lived in the jungle along the Amazon river. 

She always enjoyed shows that presented the lifestyles of primitive people and settled back to watch it. The jungle was thick and lush and three of the men of the tribe were wandering through the dense vegetation in search of game. They spotted a monkey high above them in a rubber tree and one of them placed a blowpipe to his lips. He took a deep breath which was followed immediately by a mighty exhale that sent a tiny dart jetting through the air and plunging into the rump of the chattering primate. Just a few seconds later, the tiny monkey came plummeting down through the branches of the rubber tree and landed with a thud, just few feet from the hunters. They rushed over and grabbed it, babbling happily with one another as they stuffed it into a large bag and headed back to the village.

When they arrived at the village, they presented their prize to the women who had built a fire and were mixing up a bowl of white pasty material that looked something like uncooked bread dough. Meanwhile, the monkey still had to be prepared for cooking, so one of the younger women in the village came out of the communal hut to attend to skinning and cleaning it. She was quite young, probably in her early 20s, and was wearing only a modest cloth wrap that covered her from the waist down. From the waist up she was naked and Jane could see that she was endowed with large, firm breasts that swayed and bounced voluptuously as she walked excitedly over to the men to claim the monkey for preparation. 

She then took the monkey over to a large bed of palm leaves that were spread on the ground beside the communal hut and laid it down. Then, with what appeared to be a mix of experience and skill, she began the process of removing its skin and entrails. It took her no more than 5 or 6 minutes to complete the job at which time she cut the carcass up into several pieces and rubbed what appeared to be a yellow spice, perhaps something like dried mustard, on each piece. She then piled the parts into a woven basket, walked over to the fire, and handed the basket to the older women. 

The older women were also wearing wraps that extended only from their waists down and Jane noted that most of them had breasts that sagged from having suckled so many children over the years. Meanwhile, the young girl who had prepared the monkey meat sat down, cross legged, beside the rest of the women and Jane noticed that she did not appear to be wearing anything beneath the cloth wrap that was ties around her tiny waist.

The camera moved to her face which was animated and happy. She and the rest of the women had been waiting most of the day for the men to return and this was going to be a happy night as their hunt had been successful and everyone in the village would participate in the dinner that was being prepared.

As Jane looked at the young girl, she found herself captivated by her large dark eyes and bright smile. Then, as the camera moved down to the monkey that was being roasted over the fire, Jane once again saw her captivatingly lovely breasts, round and firm, bouncing and swaying provocatively as she laughed. The huge dark areolas looked sweet and succulent and Jane's frustrated libido began sputtering back to life. In the flickering firelight, she could also make out the dark shadow of a thick patch of pubic hair at the top of the young woman's strong, firm thighs. 

Jane's arousal was following closely on the heels of her earlier encounter with Jasmine, but she unconsciously refused to accept that there was any connection. In fact she refused to even allow herself to think about the encounter. It was simply something that she preferred to forget. In her mind, the growing excitement that she felt as she looked at the half naked young girl in the documentary had nothing to do with the brief experiment between her and Jasmine which ended with Jasmine's insulting inference that she was a Lesbian. 

"Lesbian indeed!" she thought out loud. 

She continued to watch the documentary with peaked interest and found herself irrevocably immersed in the story. Minute by minute, the moist heat of her escalating sexual arousal tantalized the already sensitized flesh of her vulva. Her fast growing need was concentrated mostly along the turgid length of her swollen labia. It had been a few days since she had last masturbated and she felt the need for sexual release once again peaking. With practiced hand, she reached down and gently ran her fingers over the raised hump of her pubic mound. The sensation was immediate and powerful. She couldn't deny it. Her libido was soaring and only she could provide the relief that her body now cried for. 

She quickly placed the VCR on "Record" and took her plate out to the kitchen and placed it in the dishwasher. Then she went into the bathroom and removed all of her clothes. She grabbed the bottle of baby oil from the bathroom vanity, took one of the towels from the towel rack and went back to the sofa. She watched intently as the camera wandered over the village residents who by now had moved into the communal hut and were sitting in a large circle eating the monkey meat. As they consumed the meat, they scooped up huge handfuls of the white pasty dough at the center of the table and gobbled it up as if it were ambrosia. 

There were now several other young girls from the village, sitting cross legged in the circle. All were naked except for a wrap around cloth similar to those worn by the older women. As the camera moved back and forth over the scene, Jane caught sight of several very pretty young women, some with small, perky breasts, and others with large, deliciously pendulous breasts. She felt the excitement between her thighs growing and increasing in intensity each time another of the village's young women was displayed on the television screen. Jane spread her legs, almost unconsciously, and moved her hand down to the thick mat of hair that covered her pubic mound. She slid her fingers into the bush and felt for the familiar slit between her labia. She found it immediately and was amazed by the crawly flow of vaginal effusions that now bathed both her cunt lips and the dense matt of pubic hair surrounding them. 

Slowly and deliberately, she ran her fingers along the entire length of the slit. As she reached her eagerly waiting clitoris, she began to caress it lovingly. Her fingers glided effortlessly through the flood of arousal induced exudates. The sensation was electric. She hadn't realized just how excited she'd become and her body enthusiastically began the journey towards an orgasm. She could feel her labia and clitoris convulse slightly with each stroke of her fingers and tiny contractions were beginning to run gently up and down the length of her vagina. As her fingers worked to satisfy the need that was growing by the second, her eyes remained locked on the television screen. She couldn't understand why the cameraman had not refocused on the young girl who'd prepared the monkey for cooking. "Such a pretty young girl." she thought as her fingers continued working their magic between her hot, swollen, labia. 

Moments later, she passed the point of no return. An orgasm was now imminent. She could feel the waves of excitement growing with each loving caress of her hand. Her legs began to twitch excitedly and she spread them even further to ensure that her hungry cunt was wide open and completely available to her own loving touch. She began moving her middle finger from side to side over her clitoris. Invariably her most intense and satisfying orgasms occurred while her fingers caressed her clitoris from side to side rather than up and down. 

Her hips involuntarily began to move up and down in a gentle thrusting motion, instinctively anticipating the coming orgasm. It was at that precise moment that the camera moved to the young girl who'd prepared the monkey for cooking. She was leaning back laughing and her large, firm breasts bounced provocatively. The nipples were immense and dark and marvellously stimulating to Jane's already impassioned march towards an orgasm. The prominent areolas that surrounded each nipple were wide, perfectly formed and so dark in color that they were almost black. Jane was captivated by the scene and her animated fingers moved even faster in response. 

As the young native woman leaned back, her wrap around skirt pulled up slightly, revealing the lower reach of her pubic mound. It was covered with a thick black tangle of pubic hair. As she leaned back even further, the tangle parted to reveal the long channel of her labial slit. The sight struck Jane like a bomb. At that very moment, she began moaning with exquisite pleasure as an orgasm of intense proportions overtook her. Her hips lurched up hungrily, and her vigorously stimulating fingers moved back and forth across her engorged clit at such velocity that they almost became invisible. Her thighs opened and closed in rhythm with the contractions that now began rocking the entire length of her body. The climax that followed was monumental and Jane's breath roared loudly in her throat as she reached an erotic peak, the likes of which she'd never before experienced. 

Her fingers continued coaxing her clitoris lovingly, even as the orgasm began to subside. She finally rolled onto her side, completely breathless and still gently thrusting her hips. Her moans continued in a whisper of satisfied pleasure as the contractions subsided and finally ceased.

Afterwards, she laid there, totally exhausted and more satisfied than she'd ever have believed she could be. Contrary to habit, she hadn't used any baby oil. There's been no need for lubricants of any sort. Her heart was still racing and her body was covered in a thin film of perspiration. Her fingers were still lodged gently between her swollen, red cunt lips and her hand was awash in a deluge of frothy emissions that had been spawned by the intensity of her arousal. It dripped from her hand onto her thigh and trickled down onto the towel that she always placed beneath herself when she masturbated. 

She remained there in a semi reclined position for what seemed like hours, basking in the after glow of the colossal orgasm that had shaken her like none she'd ever before enjoyed. She couldn't for the life of her figure out why she'd been so totally receptive to such an intense orgasm. It was a mystery.

End of Part Two.



Lesbian or Just Curious? Ch. 03



The days were growing shorter and about a month had passed since Jane had been involved in what she preferred to call a sexual experiment with Jasmine. Oddly, they hadn't run into each other at the apartment building since and Jane had convinced herself that their lack of contact was a good thing. She had also convinced herself that she was more than mildly insulted by Jasmine's inference that she was a lesbian. She insisted that Jasmine plied her with alcohol and then took advantage of her in a weak moment. The very idea of her being a lesbian was ridiculous. 

On top of that, work was hectic and Jane had little time for any social life or pleasurable pursuits. She was working a few hours of over time every day and was even going in for a few hours every Saturday. Hopefully the large backlog of work, that had come about as a result of her employer taking on a new and very demanding client, would soon be caught up and life would once again return to a leisurely, more comfortable pace. She was finished tweaking the marketing plan she'd created and was no longer discussing it on a daily basis with her co workers. On the one hand, she was glad that the onerous task of preparing the program was now finished. On the other hand, she did miss the of mantle of authority and importance that she wore while preparing it. 

It was a Friday night and once again, she had worked late. Now, as she stepped out onto the street, the clock was nearing 8.00 p.m.. A light snow had started to fall and Jane began making her way along the busy street. The soft snow looked wonderfully serene as it drifted slowly to the ground, giving some sparkle to an otherwise dark and unfriendly street. Along with the beauty it imparted to those walking along the street, it also gave cause for concern. Jane shuddered as she realized that she had to walk all the way to the streetcar stop wearing high heels on a snow covered sidewalk. 

It took all of ten minutes to make it to the stop and when Jane got there the public address system announced that they were experiencing hold-ups on virtually all routes because of a sudden increase in the number of transit users. Thousands of people who normally drove their cars around the city had opted to take public transit because they didn't want to drive on the slippery, snow covered streets. 

Her streetcar had more than the usual number of transient people aboard. Transient riders were quite common on the city's public transit system after 7 o'clock at night. Most were street people and they rode the system all night long to avoid the freezing weather. Drivers tried to get rid of them to make way for legitimate commuters, but they typically met with little success. With few exceptions, hygiene was not one of these transients main concerns and as a result, they brought the smell of the dirtier quarters corners of the city with them. 

A particularly gross man in his fifties, dressed in greasy jeans, a nylon jacket and a blue toque, sat across from Jane and leered overtly at her legs. He intentionally dropped his packet of cigarettes so that when he bent down to pick them up, he would be afforded an opportunity to leer up Jane's dress. She probably wouldn't have minded if he'd been a young, good looking professional. In fact, when she was younger, Jane would often wear a skirt with a flared hem on the streetcar and spread her legs slightly whenever there was a handsome guy sitting across from her. It gave her an odd feeling of power whenever a good looking, well groomed, professional man tried to see what treasure lay at the top of her shapely thighs. 

Tonight however, Jane didn't appreciate having some dirty old wino looking up her dress and she instantly gave the filthy wretch a withering look. He smiled, almost apologetically, revealing a crooked row of yellow teeth. Then, seemingly no longer interested in trying to catch a glimpse of Jane's panties, he looked away. 

The ride home took more than an hour and Jane was frazzled by the time she finally reached her stop. Riding the streetcar late at night had never been an enjoyable experience but this night had been particularly trying. 

When she stepped off the streetcar she was shocked to see that the light snow flurries she'd witnessed when she started her journey home had turned into a small snow storm. 

"Just what I need!" she thought, cursing silently under her breath. "I'm tired and hungry and sickened from riding with a horde of stinking, unwashed savages. Then, after being forced to endure that indignity, I have to walk up to my apartment in a snow storm. Some day I'm going to leave this disgusting shit hole of a city and move to a quiet little home in the countryside, hundreds of miles away from this garbage can full of uncivilized barbarians." 

With that, she set out with all of the resolve she could muster. The sidewalk was greasy and the street lights were far too dim to allow safe navigation on such a nasty night. However, about ten minutes later, she breathed a sigh of relief as she turned up the front walk of her apartment building. 

She never saw it coming! In less than a split second, one of her heels slid off the sidewalk and onto the snow covered lawn. Down she went with a muffled thud! 

The fall left Jane temporarily dazed. She had landed hard and her head was still spinning. She had just struggled to her knees and was trying to get to her feet, when she felt someone's hands take hold of her arm. 

"Jane, are you alright? My God that was a horrible fall! Can you move your arms and legs ok? Did you hurt your back?"

Jane held fast to the arm that was supporting her and looked up to see the concerned face of Jasmine. She looked genuinely worried, so Jane quickly tested her arms and legs to ensure that nothing was broken. She didn't feel any pain and everything that was supposed to move, did.

"I think I'm ok Jasmine. My heel just slid off the sidewalk. This darned snow took me and the rest of the city by surprise." 

Jasmine was still quite concerned. "Let me help you into the building Jane. You have to come up to my apartment and have a glass of brandy to dull the pain and take the chill out of you. If you've hurt or broken something, it may not become apparent for hours and you shouldn't be alone until you're sure everything is ok. Thank goodness I was on my way to the laundry room and saw you take that horrible fall"

Jane chose not to argue. Jasmine was genuinely concerned and it wouldn't hurt to have a little company after the lousy day she'd experienced, even if it was the company of someone who had falsely accused her of being a lesbian. "That sounds like good advice Jasmine. I can't thank you enough." 

With that, she took hold of Jasmine's arm and the two of them headed into the building. The floor was a little slick as they made their way through the lobby, but both were extra cautious and made it to the elevator without incident. 

They hadn't seen each other in about a month. Jane had forgotten just how pretty Jasmine was and was quickly warmed by her cheerful, caring personality. 

"Where have you been Jane. I've been keeping an eye out for you over the past month but haven't seen hide nor hair of you? I hope you're not angry with me for being so forward the last time we were together. Sometimes I tend to get too friendly too quickly with people who aren't into me as much as I'm into them. If I insulted you, I am truly sorry."

Just then the elevator doors opened and the two stepped out into the hallway. As they walked along the hall towards Jasmine's apartment, Jane began to rethink her earlier indictment of the comments Jasmine made on the night that they'd been intimate. 

"I guess I just over reacted Jasmine. I enjoyed our encounter a lot more than I thought I should have. Then, to avoid dealing with my negative feelings, I went into some sort of strange denial mode. I actually enjoyed myself immensely but didn't want to admit how excited I was by the things we did."

The words came easily to Jane. She hadn't rehearsed them or even thought about another encounter with Jasmine. But now that this beautiful woman was here with her, the words flowed effortlessly. Jane knew that her vehement words of denial were simply an attempt to hide her true feelings and her real nature. In truth, she was madly attracted to Jasmine and felt like a school girl experiencing her first crush. 

As they entered Jasmine's apartment, the soft fragrance of sandalwood enveloped Jane. It was intoxicating and just seemed so perfectly appropriate for a lovely women like Jasmine. 

"Would you like a brandy or would you rather have wine Jane? I have both, but I intend to have brandy myself because today has been an exercise in stress." 

"Brandy is just what I need too Jasmine. I've been working so hard for the past month that I haven't had time to do anything other than sleep, eat and go to work." 

Jasmine turned and walked over to the cupboard in the kitchen. Jane watched her as she moved. She'd forgotten what a lovely figure Jasmine had. Not only did she have an hour glass shape, she was also remarkably pretty. Some girls just seemed to have more than their fair share of physical beauty. 

Jasmine returned to the sofa with a pair of snifters and a bottle of brandy. She set the glasses on the coffee table and suggested that Jane put the foot that had slipped, up on a pillow atop the table. She grabbed a pillow from the back of the sofa, placed it on the coffee table and then gently helped Jane raise her foot and lay it on the pillow. 

The brandy tasted delicious and the two quickly fell into a conversation about all of the events that had taken place since they'd last seen each other. Time passed quickly as they chatted happily and when Jane finally looked at her watch, she was shocked to learn that it was almost midnight.

"Oh my God Jasmine! It's almost midnight. I have to get back to my apartment. I have a thousand things to take care of!"

She quickly jumped to her feet only to learn that her ankle was not ready to cooperate. She winced with pain and fell back onto the sofa. 

"You're not going anywhere on that ankle tonight Jane. You can't fall and twist your ankle and then a few hours later get up and carry on as if nothing had happened. You can stay here in my bed tonight and I'll take the sofa. All you need is a good night's sleep and tomorrow morning you'll feel one hundred percent better."

Jane didn't particularly like the idea of sleeping in someone else's apartment, but her ankle was hurting and she didn't want to risk damaging it more by walking on it before it had a chance to heal.

"I guess I don't have much choice Jasmine. This ankle isn't going to get better by walking on it. Maybe a good night's sleep is just what I need." 

Jasmine agreed and took her arm to help her make it to the bedroom. As they were shuffling across the room, Jane realized that she hadn't had her shower. 

"Oh Jasmine. I'm sorry, but I have to take a shower. I can't get to sleep if I don't have a shower at bedtime. Do you mind if I use yours?"

Jasmine giggled, "Of course I don't mind. Cleanliness is next to godliness Jane. I'll get a towel and then help you get into the tub. You can undress in the bathroom or in the bedroom. It's up to you."

"I think it will be a lot less messy if I just get undressed in the bathroom Jasmine." 

The bathroom was on the small side, but both women were able to fit in comfortably. Jane wanted to get undressed right away but as she reached for the buttons on her blouse, she realized that she needed Jasmine's help. She was fear stricken at the prospect of Jasmine seeing her naked and considered forgoing a shower. Instead, probably because of the three or four brandies she'd had, she simply swallowed hard and began to undo the buttons. 

Jasmine wasn't looking at her, rather was rearranging bottles of soap, shampoo and conditioner. When she finally turned and looked at her, Jane had already removed her bra and was undoing the waist button of her skirt. Jasmine's eyes went directly to Jane's breasts and Jane heard her take a deep breath and look away, somewhat embarrassed. 

"Jasmine," she said, half whispering, "it's ok. I've seen your breasts and you weren't the least bit shy about showing them. It would be sort of foolish for me to hide like an innocent maiden at my age, so please don't feel as if you have to look away."

Jasmine looked directly into Jane's eyes and with a slight quiver in her voice said, "I just didn't want to embarrass you Jane. I think you're beautiful and don't trust myself to be satisfied simply by looking at you. I was looking away to avoid the temptation to touch you."

Jane was shocked by Jasmine's admission. She'd thought that her admiration of Jasmine's beauty was a one way affair but now realized that that wasn't the case at all. Obviously, both women were very taken by each other's beauty all along. She gave Jasmine an understanding look and reached out to her. The two embraced for a few minutes and then, without any warning, Jasmine put her arms around Jane's neck and pressed her soft red lips tenderly to Jane's. The kiss started off warm and gentle and then began to grow in intensity and meaning. Within seconds, Jane was kissing Jasmine back, a powerful longing was surging through her like a raging river. Their lips parted and their tongues darted hungrily in and out of the other's mouth. Jasmine's mouth tasted sweet like sugar and brandy. Jane's tasted sensual and lust charged. The kiss lasted about 2 - 3 minutes and left both women breathless and excited. 

Jane reached for the button at the waist of her skirt and undid it, allowing the skirt to fall to the floor. Then she pushed her panty hose down over her hips along with her thong style panties. In seconds she was standing before Jasmine, totally naked and feeling not the least bit immodest. 

Jasmine stood there, a look of shock on her face, running her eyes up and down Jane's shapely body. She was mesmerized. Jane's breasts were large and firm with soft pink nipples and deliciously puffy areolas. Her waist was pinched and lean, supported by wide, shapely hips and long muscular legs. At the top of her thighs was a dense tangle of jet black pubic hair, so thick that it covered her genitals completely. 

"My God Jane. You're absolutely beautiful. I can't stop looking at you. Please forgive me."

The words were music to Jane's ears. Like most women, she'd always been a little insecure about her looks, so Jasmine's adoring words instilled the sort of confidence that can only be bestowed by someone you care for. 

"Your tits are just fantastic Jane. I want to take a picture of them and hang it over my bed so I can look at them every morning and every night." 

Jane giggled nervously, "Well, I've felt yours Jasmine. Would you like to feel mine?"

Jasmine didn't have to be asked twice. She immediately reached out and, with gentle tentativeness, touched one of Jane's breasts. Jane reacted to her touch with a soft moan of pleasure. Jasmine's hands were gentle and loving and moved over Jane's breasts as softly as a the touch of a butterfly's wings. Jane closed her eyes and allowed the encounter to unfold silently. Jasmine's fingers continued to glide slowly over Jane's breast in unspoken adoration. 

As Jane stood there, her head leaning back and her eyes closed, enjoying the intensity of the moment, she felt Jasmine's lips moving down her neck, down over her breasts and coming to rest on her nipples. She kissed each nipple softly, lovingly, slowly sucking it into her mouth and moving her tongue over it seductively. As she kissed Jane's eager breasts, her hand moved slowly down over her tummy and into the thick tangle of Jane's pubic hair. Her fingers moved deep into the soft bush and began searching for her labia. She found them, hot and wet with excitement, and slid her two middle fingers between to explore the inner delights of Jane's warm, receptive cunt. 

Jane was so sensually provoked by the soft touch of Jasmine's fingers and the sweet taste of her lips, that she had to lean back against the bathroom wall to avoid falling. All the while, Jasmine's loving assault continued unabated until Jane was ready to scream with the excitement that was possessing her. That's when Jasmine stopped kissing her breasts and slowly began running her lips softly and seductively down over Jane's tummy to the thick patch of pubic hair that she found so irresistible. 

Jane suddenly wanted, in fact, needed to hold Jasmine in her arms and return the passion that she was feeling. 

"Jasmine. Stop!" she said in a voice choked with passion. "I want to hold you in my arms too! I want to kiss your tits and feel the heat of your pussy too! Let's go to the bedroom. I need to be just as busy loving you as you are with loving me." 

Jasmine got to her feet immediately, took Jane by the arm and gently supported her as they left the bathroom and went into the bedroom. When they got to the bed, Jasmine threw the duvet off and helped Jane recline on the sheets. Then she quickly removed her clothing while Jane laid before her, looking at her in a state of sexually induced awe. As her clothes came off, Jane once again found herself looking hungrily at Jasmine's large succulent breasts with their chocolate nipples and fascinating areolas. Her breath caught in her throat as Jasmine's panties came off, revealing her thickly curled matt of black pubic hair that was slightly parted down the center. Jane could see Jasmine's dark, turgid outer labia with just the delicate pink tips of her inner labia protruding from between. 

Jasmine kicked her panties out of the way and virtually fell into Jane's outstretched arms. Their lips came together and remained locked in a passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever. They were no longer seeking gentle reassurance from each other. Instead their hands moved hungrily over one another. Their breathing became heavier and their hearts beat faster as each, with fingers that trembled with passion, explored the tits and cunt of the other. 

Jane wasn't exactly sure what she should be doing as she'd never before had a full blown sexual encounter with another woman. She pulled away and looked into Jasmine's eyes. "What are we supposed to do when we make love?" she asked with just a hint of embarrassment in her excited voice. 

Jasmine stopped immediately. "We should do whatever we feel like doing Jane. We should both have an orgasm and if we can have them at the same time, that will make the sex so much better. Have you ever received cunnilingus or given cunnilingus to another woman?"

"Well. I have been eaten out several times, but never by another woman. And I've never eaten another woman out... ever."

Jasmine thought for a second and then asked, "Would you like me to eat you out Jane?"

Jane's reply came immediately, "I want you to eat me out so badly Jasmine."

Jasmine smiled happily. "Do you want to eat me out Jane?"

Again there was no hesitation from Jane. "I want to eat you out so badly Jasmine."

Jasmine smiled again and with a mischievous look said. "Well, if we want to have an orgasm at the same time, then we'll have to eat each other out at the same time. I think we should do it 69 style Jane."

Jane looked a little confused, but Jasmine quickly explained the position that had to be assumed to make mutual oral sex possible. Jane was actually turned on by the description and quickly moved to the other end of the bed. The two then rolled over with their faces looking directly into each others pubic mounds. Jane moved her face closer and pressed it hungrily into the thick matt of Jasmine's bush. It was hot and moist and smelled slightly musky with just a hint of her sandalwood body wash fragrance. Her curly matt of cunt hair had a slight natural part along her labial slit and the dark, turgid lips of her cunt looked absolutely succulent. Jane couldn't resist and pushed her face eagerly into the minge and felt for Jasmine's cunt lips with her tongue. As soon as she found them, Jasmine moaned loudly with excited approval. The swollen edges of Jasmine's labia were wet and slippery beneath Jane's tongue and when she began licking gently, Jasmine opened her thighs wide by lifting one leg and propping it up so that her cunt lips spread apart, allowing Jane easy access. As her sweet chocolate thighs opened to allow Jane's loving access, her plump outer cunt lips spread just enough to completely reveal the bright pink lips of her inner labia and her swollen clitoris.




Lesbian or Just Curious? Ch. 03



Just as she was about to plunge her tongue deeper into Jasmine's softly opened cunt, Jane felt an electric shock between her own legs. Jasmine's tongue had found her clitoris and was slowly licking it from the tip of its tiny head to its base. She instinctively spread her own legs wider and thrust her cunt wantonly against Jasmine's tongue. The excitement evoked by her lover's practiced tongue was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. She loved what was happening. It felt so natural and sensually moving. She was floating free on a cloud of ecstasy, a million miles away from the mundane routine of the city that lay outside of her apartment building. 

At the same time, Jasmine was also becoming more demanding and thrust her own cunt forward to meet Jane's searching tongue. The taste of Jasmine's pussy was delightful and Jane hungrily licked her way from the top of her labial channel to the bottom. As she licked, the lubricating emissions from Jasmine's vagina flowed copiously, encouraging Jane to slide her tongue even deeper between her fleshy, tumescent cunt lips, all the way to the opening of her vagina. As she began moving her tongue in and out of Jasmine's vagina, she felt her own body tensing, and knew that an orgasm, one that she knew she would never forget, was fast approaching. 

Jasmine was now plunging her tongue deeper and deeper between Jane's excitedly receptive cunt lips. Jane could feel the urgent swelling in her clitoris each time Jasmine's tongue moved over it and now she wanted to feel Jasmine's tongue inside of her vagina. That was the very moment, as if by telepathy, that Jasmine pushed her tongue past the circular muscle at the opening of Jane's vagina and slid deep inside of her. The sensation was all Jane needed to bring on the orgasm that had been building since she felt Jasmine's eyes on her breasts in the bathroom. She pushed hard against Jasmine's mouth and felt the ecstasy begin washing over her in hot sugary waves of sensual lava. At that very moment, Jasmine slid her tongue out of Jane's vagina and began to suck hungrily on her labia and clitoris, evoking a sensation that was too intense to describe. Jane simply lost control and began thrusting her hips wildly back and forth as the orgasm continued like an out of control freight train. 

As the sheer power of the orgasm overtook her, Jane instinctively pressed her own tongue deep inside of Jasmine's softly opened vagina and felt her shapely hips react with furiously excited thrusts as she was overtaken by her own intense orgasm. Seconds later, Jane felt several warm jets of tasteless fluid spray into her mouth and onto her face. She was held so intently by the rapture of the moment, that she was helpless to do anything but continue sucking on her Jasmine's exquisitely delicious cunt lips and clitoris. The two rocked back and forth, prisoners of their orgasms for more than a minute before they finally rolled onto their backs, completely exhausted by the passion that had just consumed them. 

Several minutes passed and neither woman spoke. Jane had never before experienced such a completely satisfying orgasm. Her cunt lips and clitoris still fluttered with tiny contractions as the reality of what she'd just been through with Jasmine closed in on her. 

Just then she heard Jasmine's gentle voice, "Are you okay Jane? I know that was your first time. I hope you don't regret what we just did?"

Jane rolled her head lazily over towards Jasmine, "Are you kidding? That was the most fantastic sex and the most ultra satisfying orgasm I've ever had. My vagina is still having contractions and my clitoris is swelled up like a cherry." 

Jasmine quickly sat up and looked down at Jane. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about how I sometimes ejaculate. It happens anytime I have a really intense orgasm. I used to really worry about it when I was younger. The first time it happened it terrified me. I'd seen my girlfriend changing out of her bikini for the first time and she looked fantastic. She had a beautiful face, huge tits, an hourglass figure and a wonderful patch of curly black pubic hair. It made me really horny but I was still in the closet so I couldn't let her know how I felt. I hung around for only a few minutes and then made an excuse to go home so I could masturbate. All the way home, I kept thinking about how great she looked in that bikini and I just got hornier and hornier. By the time I got home and went into my room and locked the door to masturbate, I was dripping wet." 

"I wanted to make the pleasure last, so I'd massage my clitoris for a few minutes and then stop for a few minutes and squeeze my breasts and run my hands over myself. Then I'd masturbate again for a few minutes and then, before I could go off, I'd begin petting myself again. It felt so delightful that I just kept doing it for about an hour or so and by then, I was so horny that I just had to go off or I was sure I'd die. It only took about a minute for my clitoris to send my fingers the final warning. My labia had swollen up almost half again as large as they normally were and my vagina had begun a series of contractions that were becoming more intense by the second. My clitoris had grown huge and felt like a round, spongy grape. When it finally arrived, the orgasm shook me so hard, I almost fainted. Then, as the contractions became stronger, I felt something spraying into the palm of my hand. There were a dozen or so really hard squirts and my hand was soaked. I didn't stop when I felt the squirts because the orgasm was so intense that I couldn't have stopped if I'd been handcuffed. I laid there for a minute, catching my breath and waited, totally satisfied, for the waves of indescribable pleasure to subside." 

"When I rose from the bed, I realized that the sheets were soaked with some kind of clear fluid. I thought I might have peed with excitement, but the fluid had no odour, no color and no taste. I had no idea what had happened and I never told anyone about it. Instead, I found clever ways of working the experience into conversations where I'd pretend that it was something that I heard had happened to another girl. But no one else had ever heard of such a thing, or they simply weren't prepared to admit it. Anyway, it continued happening every so often until I finally found the courage to tell a female doctor about it. Once she explained that it was a normal occurrence for some women and nothing to worry about, I simply accepted that I was able to shoot a load that was far bigger than any guy can shoot. Men always have to worry about knocking a girl up when they go off, but I can promise you that you won't get pregnant Jane. 

Jane listened with rapt attention. Some of Jasmine's cum had gotten in her mouth, and that excited her immensely, but most had sprayed directly onto her face. She wiped it off with the tissues that Jasmine kept beside the bed. As she was cleaning up, Jasmine moved over beside her and began kissing her shoulders affectionately. 

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. "This must be real turn off for you. I promise it will never happen again. From now on, I'll force myself to turn away when I feel an ejaculation coming on."

Jane threw the wet tissues in the waste basket beside the bed and turned to look directly at Jasmine. "I hope you don't mean that. I can't see myself going through the rest of my life without ever experiencing something as totally titillating as the feel of a beautiful woman going off on me. That was the most sexually exciting thing that has ever happened to me." 

With that, the two women giggled excitedly and began kissing each other with unrestrained happiness. The type of happiness that could only result when a couple has just shared the sort of life altering sexual experience that had been eluding them for most of their lives.

The End