She moved down, sliding her hand beneath my bra and pulling out my breast; she sealed her lips around the nipple, playfully flicking her tongue back and forth over it, all the while looking up at me with a playful little glint in her eye. I could feel my nipple swelling against her mouth, her warm, wet tongue sliding over my breast. Her hands slid down and parted my thighs, guiding them open, and I let out a moan. Even the feeling of the fabric of my panties rubbing against my pussy was almost too much. I was so over-sensitized from last night, I felt like I was a pressure valve waiting to be released.
"You taste so good," she murmured, and kissed down my stomach, letting her breath warm that sensitive point right beneath my navel. She pressed her fingers to my pussy through my panties, and I bit my lip. I was so conflicted. I wanted her to keep going, but there was doubt in my mind, fear that doing this would change the way I looked at myself.
She parted her lips slightly, and my gaze was drawn to her full mouth, glistening slightly from where we had just been making out, of course. She bit her lip and widened her eyes, as though pleading.
"Can I go down on you?”
I didn’t even hesitate. There was no doubt in my mind what I wanted. "Yes."
She peeled my panties slowly down my legs, and I closed my eyes and lay my head back and prepared myself for the very first time anyone would ever give me oral sex.
I felt her breath first, warm against my skin, then a moment or two later, her lips, sealing around my clit. The sensation was … well, intense, to say the least. More than I had expected it would be. I cried out in pleasure, the rush of it almost too much to take, but then she smoothed her hands over my belly, as though calming me, and I let go and allowed the pleasure to take me over.
How could I have waited so long to do something that felt this good? I moaned as I lifted my hips from the bed and pushed them toward her, going on instinct. She ran her tongue in slow, soft circles around my clit, then dipped it down to linger on the entrance to my slit. Did she have any idea how good that felt? Her pillowy mouth pressed to my pussy was vivid in my minds’ eye, and I wished I could have seen it. Failing that, I opened my eyes and looked down at her, to find her buried face-first in my pussy like it was the most singularly delicious thing she had ever tasted in her entire life. The knowledge that she wanted me, that she needed me, rushed through my system, and I felt myself arch closer to that release that I had been craving so badly.
"You taste amazing," she murmured, pulling back for a moment and glancing up at me.
Her mouth was glistening with my wetness, and I could already feel myself getting close. I reached down and grasped her head, pushing her back between my legs. She sealed her lips around my clit, but this time, she went harder than she had before, leaving no mercy for me. She sucked, applying a pressure that felt like it was burning through me, as though I was going to burst into flames. All the frustration that men had left me with, I had been foolish to think that another man could fix. No, what I needed was a woman, a woman who knew how I worked and wanted to show me just how good it could be with the fairer sex.
"Ah!” I cried out as I came, my limbs trembling and my muscles feeling as though they had turned to mush within me.
She didn’t move her mouth as the pleasure exploded through me. I could only moan and writhe on the bed as the feelings washed through me, letting them take control, letting everything else fall away. In those sweet moments of release, I could forget all the doubt I had been hanging on to about what I was doing, let it fall away completely, and pretend that this was how I had always been, how I always would be.
She slowly lifted her mouth and looked up at me once more. Her eyes were shining with excitement, as though she was thrilled at what she had just done. She slid back over my body and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste myself on her, musky and sweet at the same time, and the reality of the moment twisted deep inside of me. There was no denying it, I had just been with a woman, and I had enjoyed every moment of it. How did that work?
She flopped down on the bed beside me and traced her fingers over my shoulder lightly.
"You want something to eat?" she asked. "I’m starving. There’s a good coffee place not far from here, I could go out and get us bagels?”
"Sounds great," I agreed.
She planted a kiss on my cheek and rolled out of bed, wandering around naked as she gathered her clothes. I snuck a look at her bare body: she had a puff of pubic hair that matched my own, dark against her pale skin, and I instantly felt the urge to run my fingers through it. Out of clothes, her body was perfectly curvy, the soft sway of her hips as she hummed away to herself complimented gorgeously by the inward arch of her waist.
She dressed and headed out, but not before pointing me to the bathroom and giving me my clothes to get dressed while she was away. I climbed into the shower and let the water run over me, washing away the memory of everything that had happened since I had left Thom’s house last night.
I didn’t get how it worked. I knew I liked guys--I had always known that even if I had tried to pretend that I didn’t. But then, when she got me into bed, when she had gone down on me, it had been … well, it had been incredible. I felt so comfortable with her in a way I hadn’t with any man. She was just an extension of me.
But this wasn’t how sex worked. I mean, I knew there were lesbians, and I supposed I believed that they thought they were that way inclined, but I had never imagined I might be one. But perhaps I was? Perhaps that’s what all of this was about? I had been running from my actual sexuality for so long that I hadn’t even realized it wasn’t straight.
But then I thought about Jason the night before, and Thom before that, and I felt that warm rush of want pulse through me again. No, it wasn’t that I was not attracted to men anymore. It was that I was attracted to … both?
I climbed out of the shower, dried myself off, and got dressed. I admired the apartment--it was a little bare, but then she said she had only gotten it recently. Big, spacious rooms, beautiful light that poured in from every angle, crisp, clean colors on the walls. The kind of place I could imagine turning into a home.
Not that I was thinking about moving in there, of course. No, far from it. I was just trying to figure out when the best time was for me to leave without coming across as ingracious. At least, I kept telling myself that even though I wasn’t certain I believed it anymore
I headed out to the kitchen, where she had gotten us some coffee and had some breakfast laid out. I joined her at the breakfast bar and grabbed the bagel she had gotten me--cinnamon and raisin with cream cheese. I munched it down happily, starving after everything that had happened the night before and glad for some real sustenance. It was sweet and soft and a little spicy, just like her.
"You really worked up an appetite last night, huh?” she remarked as she picked at her own breakfast.
I nodded. "I don’t usually go out," I explained. I didn’t see any good reason why I should hold back the truth from her. After all, this woman had already seen me pretty much all the way vulnerable that morning. I was feeling soft and warm after the shower like I would have told her my deepest, darkest secrets if she’d thought to ask.
"Oh, yeah?" She cocked her head at me with interest. "I thought you were a regular party girl."