1 comments/ 15819 views/ 4 favorites Midwife Generations By: MrIllusion "Why am I doing this again?" Aria thought to herself, working hard on a stationary bicycle at one of the local gyms. Looking up and taking a deep breath, she saw two of the guys stealing glances at her breasts. "Oh right, that's why." With a private smile, she closed her eyes again and leaned forward to pedal even harder. She knew that those two guys, and most of the others, were now staring at her. Each time she pushed down on the pedals, her torso moved from left to right, making her breasts sway constantly. Those large breasts got most of the attention, but her hips, ass and thigh got their share of glances and stares as well. Yet, far from making her uncomfortable, Aria rather enjoyed the attention. More than a year ago, weeks before her 37th birthday, Aria had decided to lose the 15 to 20 extra pounds she had been carrying for the past few years. Today, with a less-indulging diet and up to four visits per week to the gym, she had succeeded. To her surprise, she had discovered that she liked working out, so she kept coming here. Way beyond fooling herself, Aria knew that part of the reason she enjoyed the gym was that many men here were looking at her. That had been a wonderful, if slow, discovery. Aria had been blessed, since she turned 16, with a glorious body. She had lived a life knowing that she was a natural center of attention of most men, as close to being a natural princess as you could in the twentieth century. But now she was 37, had had 2 children herself, and had gained some weight, so gradually she had lost that power. Her hair were still as incredible, long and thick, but those extra pounds needed to disappear. Now, sweating on the bike, she knew that she looked as good as she ever had in the past: the sweat she could feel trickling between her breast flowed against firm flesh, much firmer than it had any right to be at 37. Although her silhouette had been remarkable overall, with a perfect waist to hip ratio, deliciously round buttocks, a respectable 5'7" height and hair to make goddesses jealous, Aria knew that the jewel in her beauty's crown had always been her breasts. 32EE had always been off compared to the supposed classical canons of 36D or 34C, yet judging by the numbers of jaws she had seen dropped in her life, she had always been mighty proud of her breasts. As the months in the gym flew by, Aria gradually decided to show them off more and more: the loose tee-shirt she had worn at first had long since been replaced by a very tight tank-top; the sports bra was gone too, replaced by a bra with a lot of support that nevertheless managed not to flatten them. It had cost a small fortune, but it had been worth it. She knew she was at the limit of what was tolerated here, but the owners were men and she didn't think they'd ask her to change. In fact, Aria was quite sure that they were using the security cameras to look at her in the safety of their office. All in all, Aria was the unofficial queen of the gym. Or rather she had been, until Scarlett showed up. In the ways that mattered most men, Scarlett was a 22 year old version of Aria: gorgeous, sexy without even trying too, endowed with spectacularly large breasts and silky, smoothly flowing long hair. Yet even in the dark, nobody would fail to distinguish them: whereas the rest of Aria's body was clearly that of a voluptuous woman, Scarlett's was that of a tall and very lithe adolescent. Small waist and equally small hips, she had firm buttocks and thin long legs. Yet that very litheness made her breasts stand out like brilliant lighthouses in the deepest of nights. Even with a sports bra, Scarlett's breasts could grab the attention of men and women alike. When Scarlett first started to come to the gym, Aria definitely felt some frustration. A few days later they had hit the showers at the same time. Even though they didn't have communal showers like the men, Aria had seen enough of Scarlett's body to be really jealous. Also, unable to resist while Scarlett was in the shower, Aria had stolen a peak at her bra, a very sexy red lace thing: 30F. "Breasts this size should look bizarre..." She had though to herself, shaking her head. But bizarre they were not. Even Aria herself had been mesmerized by Scarlett's breasts, and for the first time in her life she dearly wanted to see a woman's breasts naked. Aria kept coming to the gym, trying to learn when Scarlett wasn't here, but after a month she stopped bothering: Scarlett was a very friendly person and obviously saw in Aria a potential friend. Aria tolerated her, but nothing more. Three weeks ago, their relationship changed. In the locker room, she overheard Scarlett talking to another woman, saying how she loved college. Her classes were great, and so were the teachers. When she said that she was studying to become a midwife, Aria was shocked: first of all midwives are few and far between, but most importantly, Aria was a midwife herself, had been for more than ten years. Aria instantly got up to join in Scarlett's conversation. She tried her best, but Aria had the feeling that Scarlett saw her surprise. Not about the midwifery. Not at all. When Aria turned the corner, she saw Scarlett talking with Carie. Carie was also very friendly and loved to laugh and make people laugh, yet Carie was not the reason for Aria's surprise either. She had come at the precise moment when Scarlett was topless, her breasts still dripping with water from the shower, and her wet hair clinging to those impossible curves. Aria had seen countless breasts as a midwife, but they'd never been sexual objects, only distended milk-givers. Scarlett's breasts were clearly not deformed. Gods no. They sparked a completely involuntary stirring between Aria's legs, and even a flash of heat. Surprised by Scarlett's studies, stunned by her breasts, Aria now had to deal with the shock of he body's response to that woman. When she said that she was herself a midwife, it was Scarlett's turn to be surprised. From that moment on, especially after spending the rest of that day together talking, the two became inseparable friends. In the gym's showers, Aria also discovered another difference between their two bodies: Stolen glances by stolen glances, she discovered that Scarlett had pretty much shaved every last hair from her body from the neck down. It looked like she didn't even have a single hair below her neck. Armpits and legs of course, but also her entire crotch area and random stray hairs around her nipples had been eradicated. It turned out, Aria learned later on, that she wasn't just shaved or waxed: her hairs had been permanently removed. After high-school ended, two of her friends became estheticians and Scarlett became their guinea pig. Two years later, in a combination of laser and electrolysis, she had had every hair removed from her body from the neck down. It was a long and sore two years, but she was now eternally grateful for the pain. Like each and every one of the lucky lovers Scarlett had allowed down there, Aria was completely fascinated by those bald pussy and mound. She usually didn't care for a bald pussy. In fact, her own bush was barely trimmed, just enough to fit into a swimsuit. Some winters, she let it grow as wild and large as it wanted. Yet now, seeing the pure beauty of Scarlett's pussy and mound, she began reconsidering. During the following year, Aria and Scarlett became a lot closer, and while Aria was still obsessed with her friend's breasts, she tried to ignore them most of the time. The few times they talked about it, always very late after a delivery with both women really tired, Scarlett always said that she herself was jealous of Aria's body. All those curves, all that femininity, how many men must desire her... Aria was really pleased, but it also opened the door to further compliments on Scarlett's breasts. Today at the gym, while Scarlett wasn't here, Aria thought about the last time that special topic came up between them. It had been about two months ago. They had been working together for quite a while now, Scarlett assisting her more experienced friend. The delivery had been really problematic and they had ended up working close to 24 hours straight. They had been called at 6 o'clock in the morning, and stayed there until 3 am the following night. That night, like so many other when their nights ended late and in the west end of town, Scarlett invited Aria to spend the night at her place. They ended up talking until dawn, too stressed out to sleep. They had also gotten slightly drunk, and had even showed their breasts to each other to talk about them. Damn! There even had been some touching, Aria remembered. At that point, it had been pretty clear to Aria that her young friend was at the very least bi-sexual. Although Scarlett was unattached at the moment, she had talked about being with men in the past, but Aria felt that it had been a long time ago. After feeling Scarlett's so very soft hand on her breast, that night, Aria almost asked her about it. Yet she didn't. Instead they fell asleep on the couch, both topless. While the morning had been somewhat awkward, they had shared many intimate situations in their jobs and didn't really talk about it. The following night, Aria called her current boyfriend. She felt somewhat bad for him, because she knew that their relationship was not going anywhere. He was nearly ten years younger than her, and had been charmingly mesmerized by her body at the gym. She had, in turn, heard other men talk about him, talk about a particular detail: apparently he had a nicely sized cock. Something clicked in Aria's mind when she heard that, and she decided to give it a shot. It had been a long time since her last relationship, and, truthfully, she needed to be fucked. It had almost been too easy: after a session at the gym, she waited for him to get out of the locker room. One glowing smile, a hand on his strong arm, standing just a few inches too close to him. A minute later he invited her to dinner; dinner led to a movie; and the movie led to a very long night of uninterrupted sex. Thinking once again about that oft remembered first night, Aria watched her beau coming up the street on his motorcycle. She had called him to tell him that their relationship was over. There wasn't a truly good way to break up with someone, but Aria had found one that didn't seem all that bad. She had stripped completely naked, and unbound her long hair. Sex with Will was very good, and she was still attracted to him on that level. She knew that her pussy was completely drenched with her juices, that her blood was near boiling, and that her nipples were as hard and erect as possible. Although tonight, thinking about Scarlett, she didn't know how many of those reactions were due to her young friend. But that, as she heard Will walking up to her door, was a question for another time. When he opened the door she was right in front of him, standing completely naked and completely unashamed, fully visible to any passerby on the street. His eyes grew wide, and minutes later his cock grew big. He was at least seven inches long and to her own surprise, that first night with him, she felt him bottoming out in a few positions. Feeling like a slut, she undressed him in the living room, then turned her back to him and bent forward on the couch. That night, she had needed a cock, and big fucking cock. Tonight was no different. He was giving it to her, willingly. As she was being rocked, her entire body pummeled by his strong arms and legs, his cock plunging deep, spreading her insides, Aria gave herself to the pleasure and let him do whatever he wanted. The mature woman spent the rest of the night feeling, ironically, like a young girl possessed for the first time by a much older man. They fucked all over the house, in all the imaginable positions. Late that night, he even fucked her ass for the first time. They had been fucking in the classic spoon position, and in his enthusiasm, he had pulled too far back and pushed against her anus. She grabbed him before he could pull away, and pushed him in. After his huge head popped in, it was clear that even though her juices were flowing, it wouldn't be enough. Aria got up and fished her bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. Thirty minutes later he was still ass fucking her, but by now she was straddling him, giving him the perfect view of her bouncing breasts, her ravaged pussy and her distended asshole being rammed by his big cock. Nearly all of his seven inches were being pushed in and out of her anus, and she was loving every one of his strokes. All through that long and sweaty night, Aria couldn't quite control some of the images that came to her mind. When she bent down over the couch, she imagined Scarlett sitting there, her breasts bared and waiting for her own mouth. When she had been on her back on the bed, with Will kneeling between her legs, Aria's mind saw Scarlett squatting over her head, offering her cleanly shaven pussy to her waiting mouth. It just wouldn't stop. Will was great, had given her hours of raw pleasure with that damned fuck stick of his. But he couldn't give her smooth, small hands; he couldn't give her those long, smooth thighs; couldn't give her a pussy to discover for the first time; couldn't give her those soon to be legendary breasts; and most importantly, couldn't give her that elusive feeling of making love to a woman. Aria decided to let him do what she hadn't allowed any other man to do: cum in her ass. Strangely enough, it seemed like the most acceptable way to end this night. She didn't want it in her pussy, or on her ass or breasts, nor in her mouth. When she mentioned that, Will was pushed over the edge and exploded, filling her asshole with his cum. Aria allowed him to spend the night with her, but in her mind she knew it was over. They had been fucking for three months now, and it had been wonderful. Nevertheless, she now had something she needed to explore, and Aria wouldn't let a fucking seven inch cock distract her. She told Will about it in the morning, and while he seemed genuinely sad about it, it was clear that he had also realized that their relationship was built on nothing more than long nights of sex. They fucked slowly in the shower, that last morning together, and for the last time he gave her an orgasm. *** That had been about two months ago. Aria looked up at the time and realized that she had spent nearly an hour pedaling while daydreaming. She stopped slowly and got off, feeling her legs shaking beneath her. She saw Will in the weights section, and felt a few shivers running up and down her spine. That last night together had truly been great, and she hadn't been with a man since then. She decided to go to him, to say bye-bye, and to squeeze his arm in the process. Smiling at her, he said: "Do you still have my number, Beauty?" Of course she had, she replied. And it was true. "Don't hesitate to call me one of those sleepless nights." He grinned at her, kissed her cheek and let her go. Aria spent the rest of the day with a deep, low buzz in her pussy. Scarlett was filling her head with all sorts of fantasies and other unspeakable ideas, and now Will's big cock was poking in and out of her mind as well. She came back home at 10am, after that long gym session, and by the time the phone rang at 3pm she had masturbated three times. One of her women was ready to give birth, so Aria called Scarlett, hopped in the shower to get the scent of sex off of her, and then drove to pick her partner up. Today's birth was a water birth, where the expecting mother delivers her child in a pool of warm water. When the two midwives came in, the blinds were closed, candles were lit and Annie was already in the pool. Mark, her husband, was kneeling behind her, holding her in his arms as contractions began. They were a very friendly couple, and Aria hoped that everything would go well for them. Hours later, alone with Scarlett near the little pool, Aria saw that things were indeed going well for Annie: behind their bedroom's wall, Annie and Mark were fucking, quite noisily, blissfully ignoring the two midwives sitting in their living room. Without mentioning that important fact to Aria, Annie and Mark had decided to try an orgasmic birth. It had become quite clear when Annie had grabbed the shower head, meant to keep her upper body wet, and pushed it agains her pussy. Her moan had made everything perfectly clear for everyone. Up until that point, Mark had been very close to his wife, holding her closely, even caressing her bared breasts a few times. Aria and Scarlett had ignored those caresses. Yet about an hour after they had arrived, Mark had grabbed both of Annie's large breasts in his hands, squeezing them shamelessly for a few seconds. Instead of stopping him, Annie had closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the sensations. Looking up at each other, the two midwives merely smiled. The second time Mark did it, holding and massaging his wife's breasts for long minutes, Aria started to feel uncomfortable. Annie had very large breasts, distended by the milk, and you couldn't "not see them" at this point. Aria and Scarlett's gazes crossed a few times, both of them recalling earlier conversations about their own breasts. Things became significantly more intense when Annie slid both her hands around her large belly to her pussy and began masturbating. Across the pool, Aria could see that Scarlett was really uncomfortable now, her face completely red. Aria had helped at three or four orgasmic births, but she had never spoken about such things with her young partner. When their eyes next met, Aria winked at her friend, trying to calm her down. Surprised, Scarlett smiled, then grinned. Holding the older woman's eyes a few seconds longer, she winked back. After that brief exchange, both women relaxed. Scarlett even grabbed the shower head and gently sprayed Annie's breasts, and thus Mark's hands. When Aria placed her own hand on Annie's belly, it broke Annie's remaining hesitations and she moaned out loud. Soon Annie grabbed Scarlett's hand and pushed the shower head directly against her own pussy. The water pressure was very low, and it very clearly agreed with Annie: she began moaning, moving and writhing, lost in pleasure between her husband's hands, Aria's caressing hand and Scarlett's shower head. At first it seemed like the growing climax was making Annie's contractions faster. Pretty soon Aria saw that the shower head was forgotten in the pool, and that Annie was guiding Scarlett's fingers directly against her pussy. As she was bent forward to accommodate her, Scarlett was unconsciously displaying her breasts as the were spilling from her tank top. Neither Aria or Mark were indifferent. Nor, it would appear, was Annie. Completely unexpected, Annie's free hand rose from the water and closed directly on one of Scarlett's breasts. "Good Gods your breasts are perfect!" At first Scarlett was stunned, then she looked at Annie, Mark and finally Aria. To Aria's surprise, Scarlett began laughing. Somehow, since she had her own hand directly on that woman's pussy, who was nearly a complete stranger, she couldn't really mind a hand on her own breasts. Scarlett's beautiful laughter's quickly spread all over the room, the other three joining in. "Are they wonderful Mark?" In reply, Mark only grunted a low, guttural moan, staring shamelessly at Scarlett's offered breasts. He then bent forward around his wife's neck and began kissing one of her own breasts. Despite knowing that she had lost control of the situation, Aria wasn't worried at all. She just smiled with them, laughing when she saw Annie's hand slipping beneath Scarlett's bra. Seconds later Scarlett's right breast was being pulled out of her bra to be proudly displayed for everyone to see. Still in that strange fey mood, Scarlett simply laughed with them all, completely unmindful about this grave breach of midwife ethics. Midwife Generations With her hand still on Annie's belly, Aria moved closer to Scarlett, placing her other arm on her shoulder. She wasn't really surprised when she felt Annie's hand on her own breasts, roving like an adolescent boy. The two midwives were looking at each other often, and soon Annie spoke the unspeakable: "You two are lovers, right?" When the two women replied "No!" instantly, Annie started at them and laughed softly. "Aria, all you want to do his touch Scarlett's breasts, and all your gorgeous apprentice really wants to do is to kiss you... Go ahead, I'm sure nobody will mind here!" And she laughed again. Mark and Annie were looking at them, and although the situation was now very uncomfortable, it was also very sexually charged as well. Aria and Scarlett looked at each other, and as that look was turning into a stare, Annie started climaxing. Everybody smiled and laughed with her, and Scarlett took that opportunity to pull her bra outward and cover her breast again. Normally, a climax helps the birthing process along. Sadly for Annie, it didn't trigger the final stages. Minutes later her contractions were back to normal and the waiting game continued. To nobody's real surprise, Annie asked if Mark could make love to her in their bedroom. "Sure!" was Aria's simple reply. A few minutes later the two midwives were left alone in the living room, the silence broken only by Mark and Annie's moans and grunts. Scarlett clearly didn't know what to do, so she got up from the floor and sat on the closest couch, looking at everything except Aria. Fifteen years older, Aria was surprised at the turn of events and a bit uncomfortable about Annie's last comments. Yet it was clear that she had to do something about Scarlett. The poor, gorgeous girl seemed lost, now that the fey mood had disappeared. Aria followed her friend to the couch and took her in her arms. Instantly Scarlett started babbling about how Annie's words had been impolite and rude and vulgar... Aria stopped her with a "sush", noting that Scarlett hadn't actually said that those words had been wrong. She did her best to calm Scarlett down, and a few minutes later they were sitting in a very companionable silence, trying not to laugh about all the sounds they were hearing. "Is that normal, Aria?" "Not really. But I knew, going in, that Annie was a very special person, really in touch with her body and her sexuality. Giving birth is a very special moment for every body, and nobody knows exactly how we're going to react." "When you gave birth to your own kids, was it anything like this?" Scarlett had turned towards Aria while asking that question, and when Aria replied, she turned towards her as well. As she spoke, Aria was acutely aware of just how close their heads, and lips, actually were. "Oh no, nothing like this. It was at the hospital." She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as if trying to remember. In fact, she was opening a door to Scarlett, but a few seconds later, it was clear that Scarlett was not going to kiss her. "It's because of those two births that I decided to become a midwife." Suddenly, from the other room, the moans stopped, and both girls heard Annie calling for their help. When they opened the door, Annie was on her back, and it was clear that the baby was coming. With the help of Mark, who was still completely naked and completely erect, they helped Annie back into the little pool. Two hours later, Aria was closing the door behind them, sighing, happy that the birth had ended well for everyone. It was now pretty late at night, and it had been decided earlier that Scarlett would be sleeping at Aria's place. Usually the girls talked all the way back to the house, going over what had happened, what could have been better, etc... Tonight though, the car was completely silent. Once inside the house, the two women looked at each other. Aria suddenly laughed and took Scarlett in her arms. "Please relax my friend... You seem completely tensed up. Don't worry about what happened there." "I know I shouldn't... but it's not everyday that someone unmasks my inner desire in front of the person those—" and then she stopped, realizing what she was actually going to say. Aria laughed gently, squeezing Scarlett's arm. "Don't worry about it Scarlett." A slight pause, and then: "Do you really think I'd stop you if you ever tried to kiss me?" She then winked at her friend and walked to the kitchen. Such an innocent comment... Then silence in the house was as deep as the one in the car, but it was clearly different. Oh so different. In the kitchen, both women enjoying Aria's homemade iced tea, they were still silent. Aria could see that Scarlett's skin was flush, her breathing was fast and shallow, and she couldn't keep her eyes from her own. When Scarlett placed her emptied glass on the countertop, Aria's heart skipped a beat: it was really going to happen. Yet it didn't. Scarlett went to the bathroom and a few minutes later was lying on the couch, trying to sleep. Aria took a deep breath, surprised and feeling let down. She took a quick shower and went to bed herself, unable to invite Scarlett to join her after that aborted kitchen incident. Sleep took a long time to come, but eventually it did. At first Aria thought it was her cat. She felt a warm presence against her neck, nuzzling her. Yet when her hand closed in on that cat, she realized that it was a head, and that instead of a nose against her neck, she had a pair of warm, wet lips kissing her. "I'm sorry Aria, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I just couldn't... help myself..." Scarlett was losing herself in excuses. But when she tried to pull away, Aria's firm hand kept her right against her. There was a very still moment of hesitation and then Scarlett understood. Instead of planting another kiss on the delicate skin of Aria's neck, she placed a knee on the bed and kissed her friend's lips. Neither could tell, afterwards, how long that first kiss lasted. Scarlett only knew that when she finally moved from that kiss, her back hurt from being in the same position for so long. They kissed, licked, sucked each others' lips and tongues, moaned against each other, gently bit their lips, pulling them away only to let them rest back down and start again, ground their mouths against one another like hungry adolescent boys... The kisses grew from Aria's mouth to her cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead, ears and back to her neck again. The sound of her moans was like wizard spells to Scarlett's ears. Soon their hearts were pumping blood harder and faster, their muscles relaxed and their body temperatures went up a few degrees. In a bold move, Scarlett threw all the blankets away from Aria's body, exposing it to the dimmed moonlight. Immediately, Aria reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Seconds later her panties disappeared on the floor. When she reached out to undo Scarlett's bra, her hand only touched the generous, majestic and completely naked flesh of those wonderful breasts. The younger woman broke the kiss and only said: "Oh, I'm ready my love. Now turn around on the bed." Guiding her with her hands but resuming the kiss, Scarlett waited until her new lover was turned at ninety degrees on her own bed, legs away. Once there, she opened her eyes and locked her sight on Aria's breasts, waiting there for her. As soon as she began kissing Aria's lower lip and chin, the woman began moaning, understanding exactly where this was going. "Oh Goddesses yes! Kiss my breasts Scarlett!" In a surprising move, Scarlett replied: "Wait for it my love, and enjoy a slow descent..." Reversing the roles that Aria had barely dared fantasize in the past weeks, Scarlett, from that point on, took control of their first night. Aria knew what was going to happen: her new lover was going to kiss her breasts, allowing her to kiss hers in return, and then she was going to go lower and let them both enjoy each other's pussies at the same time. Yet that glorious ending seemed unendurably far: Scarlett was taking her time and all Aria wanted to do was to devour her whole! She wanted that purely smooth pussy in her mouth! Scarlett's tongue was the first of many surprises that night. Aria expected to be bewildered by her friend's breasts and pussy, her hairless smooth skin, her delicate womanly touch... Never had she considered her tongue; a tongue's a tongue, had she believed. By the time Scarlett's lips closed in around her nipple for the first time, after having roamed over most of her right breast, Aria was in a trance. A lot smoother than a man's tongue, yet just as strong, just as present. Her breasts and nipples had been in countless mouths over her long years of sexual activity, and she thought she'd felt everything possible. She'd had her breasts and nipples touched, kissed, caressed, licked, sucked, massaged, mauled, bitten, squeezed and pinched by all sorts of people; from the gentlest, shiest poet who thought her breasts altars to goddesses, to the raw, barely restrained biker who couldn't control any of his lesser impulses. Yet all these countless men she had allowed barely made up 1% of all those who would have liked to gain such privileged access. Never a woman, though. Scarlett's kisses seemed to break all the rules: when they were as soft as a feather she felt her heart's pulse thrilling; when Scarlett sucked harder, it was something deep and silent that was roused. Soon, so soon, Scarlett slipped all the way down from her nipple to her ribcage below. Aria felt abandoned and at the same time suddenly realized, as they pulled away, that she had been kissing and sucking on Scarlett's breasts herself! It had been all on instinct: her first time touching another woman's breasts and she barely realized it. Aria nearly grabbed Scarlett's shoulder to pull her back up. A buzz, deep between her legs, stopped her. Scarlett was still taking her time yet her slow descent, as she had called it, right now, seemed incredibly fast. Thirty seven years without feeling a woman's mouth on her pussy, and now it was going to happen in a matter of minutes, maybe seconds. The slow descent was anything but! Aria felt herself shivering, her legs twitching once or twice, and she never gave a thought to the fact that Scarlett's pussy was sneaking up on her. The warm and wet thing that barely had time to coalesce into Scarlett's lips, tongue or even a hint of teeth, kept going down on her belly. Aria heard the loud cry, nearly a scream, seconds before realizing that it was her own. When Scarlett pulled her left leg upwards, Aria expected her friend to continue with her slow trail of tease, yet she didn't. Like most women, Aria hated when guys pounced on her pussy like tigers in heat: "take me gently, let me enjoy it, take your time..." She had lost count of how many times she had said this to her lovers over the years. Once more Scarlett broke the rules and did just that: she jumped from the middle of Aria's thigh straight to her pussy, using that bewitched tongue of hers to split her lips and dive deep into her pussy. Yet she did it all gently. It was impossible, yet she did it. Aria was certainly shocked, but her reflex to feel mistreated or manhandled never materialized. It was not a man's face between her legs this time. And somehow Scarlett was able to succeed where countless men had failed: she succeeded in transferring the raw power of lust without having to ramp it up. It was just there, pure and unrestrained, from a mouth to a pussy. That was all it took to trigger Aria's orgasm. It had been growing for the last few minutes since Scarlett had awakened her: the sheer thrill of being with a woman, the delightful wet trail of shivers and pleasures that her mouth had left from her own mouth down to her breasts, belly, thigh and now pussy, and finally that explosion of lust in and around it. This first orgasm had been building since that first time she had seen Scarlett's breasts naked in the showers, months ago. Another level had been reached when they touched each others breasts on her sofa. Add to that her fantasies of Scarlett during her last night with Will... It was all exploding now, her lover's tongue a catalyst for all that had come before. Aria's whole body arched after that, and she barely realized that her face nestled itself between Scarlett's legs, that her mouth opened as if by instinct, and that she did her absolute best to return the pleasure. As that first of many waves began to wane Aria woke up from the daze of pleasure. Her hands had already been holding on to Scarlett's buttocks as she sucked on her pussy, but now she really grabbed her friend. Pushing upwards and twisting around, Aria found herself above Scarlett and took control of that wonderful 69. Soon it was Scarlett's turn to climax and the entire house rang with her cries. First orgasm received, first orgasm given... The rest of their first time together became, in Aria's memories, a long daze akin to a drug trip. She could remember some images, a few words, and most of the pleasure, but nothing really concrete, distinct. Later, Aria's would realize that that first orgasm had been her longest, ever. That is, until Scarlett helped her get an even longer one in the wee hours of the morning. By that time they had moved from her bed to the kitchen, living room, bathroom, shower, the patio outside, back to the bath and finally drowsing in her bed again. At least one of them, usually both, had had an orgasm in those places. That night changed Aria's life, opening her eyes to new possibilities. She would contact Will again, and other men. Sometimes with Scarlett, to let her discover the pleasures of heterosexuality for the first few times. But her horizons had irremediably been widened, never to narrow again.