Sexy lesbian story
Do you fantize about having sex with another woman, what her pussy would taste like... that is my secret sex life

A Secret Sex-Life
by Fletchina Archer

"You have a secret sex-life," Mary whispered as she lined up behind me for a glass of wine at a party. Everyone said she was uncanny, a psychic. I shuddered at the feeling of her warm breath in my ear as blood rushed to my face in a blush. I took my glass of wine, had a sip to gain a moment to think of something to say, and then just looked at her and said nothing at all. She said, "We can talk about it later, ok?" and I just nodded.

Mary called that night to invite me to tea the next evening. She answered the door in a floor length light cotton dress that cinched up to her waist with one tie at each side. The skirt was long and full and I noticed the movement of her breasts under the cloth as she motioned me into the living room. We chatted while the tea steeped. I was aware of her breasts again as she leaned forward to pour. As we sipped the tea and nibbled at cookies she asked me to tell her about my sex life.

I said there was nothing to tell.

She looked out over her the rim of her cup into the living room and said, "Don't worry, my real sex life is secret too." I didn't have the slightest idea what she meant or where the conversation was going, so I just made agreeable noises and sipped my tea. "When I masturbate," she said, "I have intense fantasies about another woman kissing me or sucking my nipples while I fondle her breasts. I imagine her hand on my clitoris and mine on hers at the same time, matching our rhythms, kissing each other and cuming at the same time. I visualize my fingers in her vagina hers in mine. I begin to feel my own fingers as her tongue on my clitoris. Then I taste my fingers and wonder what it would be like to taste another woman. I think of feeling her clitoris on my tongue and licking her til she can't control herself, til she goes crazy with orgasms. That's my secret sex life."

I was wet from listening to her. I must have gasped a little at my own reaction to her vivid descriptions.

"What about your. . . ." she stopped to let me fill in the blank.

"I don't talk about any of that kind of thing."

"Good," she said, "But haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to make love with another woman?"

I nodded silently, as the blood rushed to my face in a blush. I was remembering when my lover and his wife had visited me. When she greeted me with a hug I felt the pressure of her breasts on mine, felt her cheek on mine. I caught my breath as she squeezed me just a little more than she needed to.

I put them in the guest room next to my bedroom. That night, when I heard her start to cum and keep cuming, I knew he was sucking her off the way he does me. When she didn't bother to stifle the noise, I wondered if she was inviting me to join them, but thought that was absurd. I wouldn't know what to do. I stayed where I belonged, in my own bed, but I imagined his tongue on her, and then I began to imagine it was my tongue on her clitoris. I didn't even know what a clitoris looked like, so it's hard to say I imagined it. I imagined my tongue doing to her what his does to me. I imagined seeing her belly quiver the way mine does when I start to cum, seeing her breasts vibrate with orgasms the way mine must. My hand was between my legs stroking my clitoris. I started to cum in unison with her. I was only half biting my lip. Nobody on their side of the wall was going to hear anything. Somewhere I read that only people and fireflies can do things in unison. When fireflies do it it's something about mating, fucking, sex. I fantasized a hundred women laying on a very soft football field, naked, masturbating in unison, cuming at the same time, his wife in front setting the pace. Soon, the women in the stands join in and the whole stadium is writhing in sexual convulsions.

The next morning he slept in but she came down to breakfast. I thought her robe gaped a little more than it needed to when she leaned down to adjust her slipper. When she straightened up, her robe opened all the way to let me see her naked breasts, large and shapely. I understood why he liked to make love with her. She was round and solid and statuesque, all woman. I could see her sparse fine brownish-blond pubic hair,. I stared at her until her image was burned into my mind, but she didn't seem to notice I was there. I wanted to see more, I wanted to see between her legs, to see her labia and her clitoris. I wanted to make love with her, but I was paralyzed, fastened by my own inexperience to my chair, unable to utter a sound, to get up and kiss her, to touch her. She shifted her weight so that my view changed and I saw one breast from the side and the other front on, saw the profile of her deliciously round belly and her thighs. Then she closed her robe and went upstairs.

I thought about how it would be to take off her robe and suck on her nipples and kiss her belly and run my fingers through her pubic hair. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her, what her tongue would feel like in my mouth. I wondered what women do together. I couldn't really imagine it, but I knew I enjoyed thinking these thoughts. Was Mary feeling these things too? Did other women think about being naked with women? I would never know. I wasn't going to find out about any of that. I needed all the friends I had, and couldn't risk any that way.

What was Mary talking about? I didn't know, but I knew I was all wet from those memories. I tried to keep those thoughts in the back of my mind. I knew they were dangerous. I didn't want them to be in the front of my mind where I would have to pay attention to them or figure out what they might mean or where they came from. I didn't want to worry about what Mary would say if I kissed her, or put my hand on her. She couldn't look back at me with that look of frightened horror on her face. She couldn't ask something like, "what are you doing?" I wouldn't know what to do anyway, so how could I do it? I could imagine licking her clitoris, but I couldn't imagine how to get to that place. Would I touch her? But what would she do? She would pull away and there I would be. She would think I was a freak. She would never invite me to tea again, our burgeoning friendship would end right there. So it's better just not to be sexual at all that to risk that.

Especially when you don't know what the hell you are doing, like me. I thought I would like it but I knew I didn't want to risk that.

Mary leaned toward me, her face close to mine. I felt her breath on my face as she brought her hands to my cheeks. She stroked my cheeks as she touched her lips to mine and probed ever so gently with her tongue. I opened my mouth to let her tongue in, met her tongue with mine, and leaned forward to kiss her. We kissed eagerly, hungrily for a long time before we pulled back and looked at each other.

She untied the ties of her dress and pulled it over her head and said, "Kiss me again." I did, but this time she turned over so her head was in my lap, looking up and I was looking down kissing her. Her hands were massaging her thick black public hair, moving up and down across her stomach and down to her thighs. I said, "Wait a minute," and stood up.

When I lay down beside her on the couch, I was naked too.

We kissed long and hard, and then I sucked her nipples, one at a time, and arched my breasts out and into her mouth for her to suck. I felt her hands sculpting my body, sliding over my butt, hesitating at my anus, moving through and up my labia to my clitoris where she started massaging me. I relaxed into it until I started to shudder with orgasms. She kept on and on until I reached down and moved her hand and gasped, "Enough."

I kissed her, opened her legs, opened her labia, and went around her clitoris with my finger. She shuddered when I put my tongue on her clitoris. Holding her labia open, I started going softly around her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I went around and around and when she started to tremble, I slowed down to keep her on the edge without pushing her over. Then I started going up and down faster and faster til I hit a rhythm that matched the quivers of her belly. Her hands were cupped on her breasts, squeezing hard. I matched the rhythm and motion of her hips as she thrust up and down under my mouth. I knew if my lover was doing that to me I would have been through the roof and half way to kingdom come by then. I kept going.

My tongue was fastened onto her clitoris. The next time she raised her hips I put my hands on her butt and squeezed like my lover does when he's fucking me. I saw she was squeezing her tits hard too. I licked harder and harder and finally the orgasms started. She breathed hard several times in and out and again in and out, and then a loud sound somewhere between a sigh and a cry, and squeezed my head between her legs. I licked her again very lightly to savor the taste.

I got up and lay beside her and started to kiss her gently on the mouth, our lips barely touching, stroking her tongue and lips gently with my tongue. She looked at me through half closed eyelids and said, "That was wonderful." We lay for a long time in each other's arms, our breasts against each other, lightly stroking, embracing, feeling our breasts and bellies and pubic hair.

Finally we sat up and had some more luke warm tea. She said, "That's better than my fantasies for sure."

When she moved to set her teacup on the table, I did the same, and then she pushed me gently back and opened my legs. She kissed me on the mouth, moved down to my left breast, sucked my nipple while she pinched the right one, then down to my navel and on to my clitoris. She opened my labia as I had hers, and started licking my clit. My body was shaking uncontrollably as soon as her tongue touched my clitoris and I kept cuming one orgasm after another, at first with sighs and pants, and then with cries and screams and still she kept doing it, as persistent as I had been. I pressed my legs together on her head to make her stop, but she just did it more intensely until I came again, so intensely that I . . . I am not sure what happened, but I was in a different place. My body went slack, and my mind floated in a no place of warm cozy dreams, a place where there is nothing, but where everything feels good, comfortable, warm. . . enveloping. . . .

When I woke up, Mary's curly blonde-brown hair was all over my chest and breasts as she lay across me asleep. She woke when I stirred and said, "What a lucky woman you are to have such orgasms." I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything at all. I just stroked her hair and whispered in her ear, "thanks that was the best I've ever had."

We lay like that, kissing gently again until she said, "Would you like to see the rest of the house, maybe come up to the bedroom with me."

"Yes," I said. She took my hand and led me. I said, "Now I have a secret sex-life," and we both laughed. That was the beginning. That's how it started.