"C" Is For Contact
(Ff Oral)

If you read my story about the first sexual experience I've ever had, you'll know that although it was exciting in a way, it left me with sort of an empty, unfulfilled feeling. I was thinking almost every day about what it might be like with a real woman, but I didn't think that it would ever happen. I was certainly having fantasies about girls though, as I've told you. Yes, I was thinking about boys too, but they scared me a little - yes, brave old me the tomboy. Boys were, well, just so different. Even though I was accepted by them as an equal, I knew that with the slightest little encouragement from me, they would be all over me, and I just wasn't ready for that yet.

I was still dating though, and one night an older guy, home from college, asked me if I wanted to go to a party up north. That meant in the nearest city, though you'll have to guess where that might be. I wasn't really interested in him, but I was flattered that he had picked me to go to a party as his date. After all, he was older and a college boy too - big prestige points in our little town. I agreed to go as his date. I wore my sexiest sheath. It was really form fitting, and my breasts were already big enough to show a lot of cleavage when I wore it. Yeah, right! I was a 34B then, as I am now. I knew I looked hot in it though. My aunt had given it to me for my sixteenth birthday, and I loved it. My parents had basically told me never to let them see me in that dress, however. They didn't think it was "suitable". I put it on though, and I knew I had to wear it! I also wore my spikes that night, since they really made my legs look great. I slipped my favorite perfume in my purse, because I didn't want the folks to think this was more than a movie date. It was chilly enough outside that I could cover the dress with my overcoat, so when the horn beeped outside, I was ready to go. I lived up to what they'd told me, too. They didn't see me wearing 'that dress'!

I fixed my lipstick in the car and dabbed a bit of perfume on in all the critical places (I thought), and we were off. I had no idea how boring my date was until we had gone nearly half-way and I realized that I was nodding off. No kidding! I tried to sound interested though, with clever remarks like, "Uh huh," and "You know it!" Oh well, maybe the party would be fun anyway. I don't know why, but my folks had suggested that I stay over at my cousin's house overnight. Maybe they knew that I was drinking a lot of beer sometimes and they worried about me (or my date) driving so far back and forth. I was fine with that, because now I didn't have to worry about sneaking in late and getting caught.

It was already dark when we got there, and pretty nippy too. We had to walk a couple of blocks, because there were cars parked all over. I could hear the music from a block away. This was going to be some party, I was sure. It certainly was, but I had no idea just how good it was going to be. I was shivering from the icy wind by the time we reached the house.

We went in and Joe D, the guy whose parents owned the house, took our coats and waved us over toward the bar. Obviously his parents weren't going to be home that night. My date got us a couple of mixed drinks. I don't remember what they were called, but they tasted like orange juice and they had a cherry in them. It doesn't matter, really. After one or two, I had a nice little buzz starting, and I felt less nervous. I felt a bit out of place. I seemed to be the youngest one there. I was wearing my bitchin' dress though, and I knew I looked hot. It was so damn noisy that you almost had to shout to talk to somebody, so I didn't try very often. I was checking out the room, and I saw a drop-dead gorgeous woman leaning against he piano. Her dress was almost identical to mine, but it never occurred to me to be jealous. That's how attractive she was!

I guess I must have been staring, because my date leaned over to me and said, kind of loudly, "She's a lez, you know."

I was shocked. I said "What? Who?"

He repeated what he'd said, adding, "Joanne over there. She'd be more interested in you than me." Now that got my attention. "She's in one of Joe's classes."

To digress a bit, my first-ever sexual experience had been with another girl just a couple of months ago. There wasn't much to it, really. The other girl had faked her part of the bargain, though I had not. I had licked her pussy until she came, and I don't mind saying that I frigged myself nearly every day thinking about that night. I even masturbated in the girl's locker room at school while I imagined myself having sex with girl after girl. Let's just say that I was very curious to find out what it would really be like to be with a woman who knew what to do with a girl like me, and wanted to really do it too.

Now that you know that, you won't be surprised that I took a much closer look at this woman. My date wasn't even talking to me anyway, and I didn't know a single soul at this party. I guess I was staring, because I suddenly saw her look all the way across the room directly into my eyes. Then, when she saw I was watching her intently, she slowly licked her lips and smiled. At me! I don't know if I smiled back - I think I did though. I felt weak-kneed when I saw that smile. Oh my God, I thought, that woman is a real live lesbian, and she's smiling at me. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there looking stupid, I suppose. She had looked away now, and was talking to someone else. I was sure it was just a coincidence, and she was probably looking at somebody else. I got myself another drink, and I was kind of standing by myself sipping at it when I smelled the most wonderful perfume ever. I knew it wasn't what I was wearing, and I couldn't imagine where it came from. Suddenly I felt a gentle touch on my arm, coming from behind me. I turned around questioningly, and there she was.

Up close, she didn't seem much older than me, maybe in her early twenties. That perfume was very faint, but very noticeable too. It was intoxicating! She was about my height, and her body looked like mine too, or the way I thought I looked in my sheath, anyway. She was a brunette, and her deep brown eyes were fixed on me intently.

"I saw you," she began in a very sexy voice. It almost sounded fake, but I found out that's how she always speaks. I didn't know what to say. She took a sip of her drink, and I followed suit, more out of nervousness than anything else. Finally she said, "And you saw me, too, didn't you?" I mumbled something probably meaningless, and she laughed. "Ahhh," she said, "I see your friend there has warned you about me, hasn't he? Are you afraid of being seen with someone like me?"

I found my voice at last, and after another sip - OK, a gulp - I said, "Afraid? No, why? Should I be?"

She covered her ears in mock pain and said, "Damn, that music is giving me a splitting headache. Let's go where we can talk, shall we?" I nodded my OK, not trusting my voice just then. I had a feeling I knew what was going to happen, though I didn't dare think of it in case it proved to be not true. We took a couple of extra drinks from the big courtesy table by the piano, and I followed her out through the kitchen. She seemed to know her way around the house.

In the kitchen, she stopped suddenly and turned to face me. "So," she said in that breathy voice, "What exactly did your friend have to say about me? Come on, tell me!" She had a sort of expectant smile on her face. I knew that she knew, but I said, "Well, he said that... well, you're a... a lesbian." She reached out out and gently touched my face.

"Obviously," she said, "That doesn't seem to bother you. Are you just being brave...", her hand traced its way down my cheek, then down my neck, hesitating just above my right breast. "Or is there some other reason you're in here with me?" she finished. Her fingernail traced its way down my side, barely missing contact with my breast. I shivered a little, and not with the cold. In fact, if anything, I felt rather warm.

"I - I'm not sure," I began. She put a finger to my lips, signaling me to remain silent. She stared at me with those luminous eyes, and I almost felt as if I was falling into them. Or was it the drinks? I couldn't be sure what it was, but I knew something was happening to me.

"You've never met anyone like me, have you?" she said quietly, "Yet I sense something about you. What is it, I wonder..."

How could she know? Was there some kind of mark on my forehead? Somehow she knew! For some reason I felt as if I had to confess my sins, or whatever they were. But how could I? She was a stranger... and that was the answer. I could talk to her and know that what I said would never get back to my parents. Best of all, she of all people couldn't very well attack me for my little night of indiscretion with Bobbi, could she?

I took a deep breath. "I, uh, well, there was this one time, uh not too long ago, when me and this girl, uh..."

Luckily, she stopped this idiotic 'confession'. It wasn't really worth much discussion, was it? She squeezed my arm and said, "It doesn't matter. But I'd like very much to get to know you better. Much better. Would you like that?"

Oh, my! My knees were actually weak, just like the silly romance novels I'd read too often. I couldn't speak This seemed very much like my little fantasy come true. I could only nod.

"Come upstairs with me," she said. "Bring some drinks with you if you like. I could use another."

I tried not to seem too anxious, but I know it must have shown. I looked around and handed her the two drinks from the table. I spied a gallon jug of red wine, and I took that too. She was going to think I was a lush, but I needed a few more drinks before I faced the unknown. She gave me a long glance. Then she smiled reassuringly and turned to start up the stairs. I followed, my eyes riveted on her perfect legs, her swaying ass. I felt I was walking into destiny, if that's not too strong a phrase.

We entered a bedroom (of course). It was done up as a sort of Colonial room, with a mock four-poster bed and a canopy. The furniture all looked old too, but very comfortable. There were frilly curtains drawn back at the windows, and the single lamp on the night table gave off a soft warm glow. She handed me one of the drinks, and I think I drank it all in two long sips, because I knew I could feel it hit me. She turned off the ceiling light and closed the door. The click of the lock went through me like a gunshot. I knew that I had crossed the line, and that my fantasies were going to come true in the next few minutes.

I was very nervous, yet as expectant as a nine-year-old on Christmas morning. She came to me. The scent of her perfume drew me nearer. I felt as if someone else was controlling my body. Without speaking, we reached for each other, our arms encircling one another. I wanted to crush her to my body, yet our gentle embrace seemed to be all I needed. I felt as if I had waited for this moment all my life. We drew even nearer, and the moment our lips touched I felt as if I was drifting away on a soft cloud.

I felt her fingers unhooking the back of my dress, drawing the zipper down, and I followed suit. She slipped the dress off my shoulders, and I shrugged it off. As it fell to the floor, her dress joined it. She unhooked my bra and let it fall. She wasn't wearing one. Oh, God was she beautiful! It takes my breath away even today to remember how she looked standing there in the soft light. She hooked her fingers into her panties and drew them down until they joined mine on the floor. We stood there, nude, for a long moment, not touching, just taking in each other's presence. Finally she reached for me, and we kissed. This time her hands caressed me, tracing the curve of my hips, my ass. My hands explored her body in wonderment at the firm softness of her. She took my hand. "Come," she said, and she turned to lead me toward the bed. I felt that I was moving in slow motion - deep in a dream.

She drew back the covers, revealing white satin sheets. She guided me onto the bed. What an exquisite feeling! The pillows must have been eiderdown, and they enhanced the feeling that I was adrift on a soft cloud. She laid down next to me and kissed me again. She pushed me gently so that I was lying flat on my back, and she trailed her kisses down my neck, further and further down, until she reached my breasts. She caressed them at first, then squeezed one until my rock-hard nipple jutted upward like a little dagger. She bent down, and her lips closed over it. She started sucking it. Her other hand massaged my free breast for a moment, and then she sucked that one as well. The air felt cold on them, and they felt even harder to me, as if they might burst at any moment. One hand feathered its way across my stomach directly to my pussy. After only a second, I felt her finger penetrate me, going where no one else but me had ever been. I had never experienced a more erotic sensation in my life up to that point.
She kissed and sucked my breasts, and her finger probed me deeply as her thumb rolled my clit back and forth. I felt an orgasm building rapidly, but suddenly she moved away.

I reached for her reflexively, but she avoided my grasp. My eyes flew open, trying to see what was happening, and I saw her kneeling at my side even as she opened my legs and positioned herself between them. My gaze was riveted on her as she bent forward. I felt her hot breath on my inner thighs, and then she began to lick my cunt very, very slowly with the flat of her tongue. It was so exciting to watch what she was doing to me, and the feeling... ahhh, the feeling was exquisite. There are no words to describe what I was feeling at that moment, because I was inundated in a torrent of emotions over and above the intense physical pleasure which gripped me with velvet gloves. She stopped licking me and began to suck, directly over my clit. The orgasm which had nearly surfaced a few moments before suddenly exploded, and I groaned so loudly that I was sure that everyone in the house had heard me. My stomach muscles contracted as if I'd been punched, and the shudder of my legs nearly unseated her mouth from my cunt. My hands tore at her hair, trying to pull her further and further into my body. My hips thrust upward as she continued to suck me, and I came again almost immediately, it seemed.

She raised her head as my body very slowly relaxed. Her lipstick seemed smeared, and her chin was wet with my juices. A few strands of hair drifted loosely downward, victims of my passion. Her half-lidded eyes looked into mine with the most wanton, lascivious look I had ever seen. Lust seemed to ooze from her every pore. I'm sure that the expression on my face must have reflected hers. She left my body, drawing herself up until she lay next to me. She took my hand and tugged me toward her. I lay atop her body, still drained inwardly by the enormous spasms which had gone through me.

I gathered my energy, and as I inhaled her sweet perfume I felt reenergized. Now I wanted her body - all of it! I wanted so much to give her the pleasure she had given me, to show her that I knew and understood what she had given to me. I kissed her hard. Our tongues met and probed at each other. I caught a whiff of my own scent around her mouth, and that sent a little thrill through me. I reached down, still kissing her, and clasped her breast. God, it felt so big compared to mine! I wanted it. Our lips parted wetly and I wriggled down until I was where I wanted to be. I was so impatient! I wanted all of her at once. I opened my mouth and sucked on the dark brown nipple that crowned her breast. I was very aware of everything I was doing. It was as if I was carrying on a blow-by-blow commentary to myself: 'Now Suzy is sucking a woman's breast for the first time. She sure looks like she loves what she's doing, doesn't she? She's sucking at it like a born lesbian.' Yes, she is. Yes, she did indeed. And yes, maybe I was.

I was thinking about nothing but her pussy, her vagina, her cunt... no, it was now my cunt. I could do anything I wanted with it. I sucked hard on her nipples, teasing them with my teeth. I reached down and rubbed my hand over her wet cunt, rubbed it hard. I cupped it and pulled upward as if I was trying to drag her up toward the headboard. I imagined that she breathed a little harder then, and I remembered that later. I swung my leg between hers and quickly positioned myself. I gave her a quick peck at the top of her cunt. I wriggled myself a bit lower, and I started to suck her. I flashed back to Bobbi for a split second, but this was so different, so much more intimate, so much more complete. How delicious she tasted! How hot her flesh felt! I wanted to drink every drop of her. I found her clitoris with my lips, and I sucked it hard while I flicked my tongue over the nub that was sticking out. I sucked and sucked as if I was dying of thirst. She was rolling slightly from side to side. I slid a finger in her. I just kept on sucking her clit and tried to probe deeper with my finger. I held it there while I sucked, dipping my tongue into her cunt, scooping up her sweet fluids. I was deep inside her body! I wished I could 'be' inside her body. There's no way for me to explain that. I just did. She rested her feet on my shoulders. I wished I could see her face. I heard the little voice in my head telling me that I, Suzy, was sucking the cunt of a beautiful lesbian woman. I repeated those imaginary words in my head, even as I savored the very real taste of that cunt.

I'm not sure how I knew, but I sensed that she was getting very close to cumming now. I didn't suck harder, but I rubbed harder with my tongue on top of the fat nub of her clit. She started to cum, and I did something else instinctively, without thinking about it. As she started to cum, her feet spasmodically pushed down on my shoulders. I quickly slid my finger out of her, pushed her legs up as far as I could, and at the very instant she began to moan loudly, I fastened my lips and tongue to her pouting clit. I'd dreamed of doing this to a woman for weeks, and now I was. It was every bit as exciting to do as it had been when I masturbated in the locker room at school just thinking about doing it. I sucked her clit and licked it. I pushed my tongue at it as hard as I could. I was still sucking it when she came again. When she reached down for me, I was still sucking it, and I left her cunt reluctantly as she brought me back to herself.

We kissed passionately, gently, hard. "My, oh my, oh my," she said. "Aren't you the hot one? I thought you'd never really done this before." She kissed me again and gave me a squeeze. "That was wonderful. Marvelous. You made me feel... very, very good. Better than I've felt in a very long time." I couldn't think of a thing to say. I was emotionally and physically drained.

It was well after midnight by then. I knew and she knew that we had to go back to the party. I looked over at her with a sudden pang of regret. Somehow I knew that we wouldn't be seeing each other for a while - probably never. I kissed her softly on the lips before we stood and began dressing.

Looking back on the short time I spent with Joanne that evening, all I can think to say is thank you for making me feel the way I did that night, and for the way you made my body feel. Thank you for letting me enjoy the thrill of giving you pleasure. Thank you for letting me explore your body any way I wanted to. Thank you for helping me to understand so much about myself. Because of you I came to realize that I'll always love being with a woman. Most of all, thank you for making me feel comfortable with that. No matter what happens to me in my lifetime, I'll never forget you, and I'll never ever forget what we did together. Just... thank you for being you.

My intuition that night was right. I never saw Joanne again.