“I…you…erm,” I spluttered stupidly.
“Relax darling. What are you drinking? I’ll get another one.”
We talked about our courses, people we knew, the staff, all the things people talk about when they’re just waiting for something to happen and they both know it will.
“It’s dead here, why don’t we go back to my place and just…chill?” she asked, with sex in her eyes.
“I…I’d like that. Yes.”
We walked to her place hand-in-hand, my heart racing. I knew she was going to seduce me. I wanted it. She helped me off with my coat as we entered her flat, saying, “You’re so petite. I could keep you in my pocket!” I am small, just five-feet tall. Kathy’s almost a foot taller. Normally I’d resent my smallness being referred to, but it felt good coming from Kathy. She took my face in her hands and said “You’re so ridiculously pretty! I can’t wait to..”, she kissed me. I knew instantly that it was right. My first thought was, “Why haven’t we done this before?” I had no idea how to proceed so I let her take the lead. She kissed me hard, her tongue probing in my mouth. I sucked on it, my arms around her neck. After just a few minutes in the clinch I felt her hand on my breast. I made what I hoped were appreciative noises. She squeezed quite hard and my nipple responded. She felt it rise and tweaked it through my clothing. I kissed her back as hard as I could. Next instant she was removing my shirt. I struggled out of it and my bra fell off, my tits wobbling as they fell out. Kathy must have undone the bra as I was pulling off my shirt. Her mouth clamped onto my tit and instantly her hand was up my skirt and between my legs. She rubbed my cunt through my panties for about ten seconds, then she was unzipping my skirt and pulling it off. I kicked off my shoes off as she dragged my knickers down too. So there I was, naked, my chest heaving making my c-cup tits bounce, my legs apart with Kathy’s hand on my cunt, her fingers poised to push inside me. She was still fully dressed, as cool as ever smiling at me as she led me to the settee.
“Lie back, darling, let me give you a good time.”
I did just that and was taken on the most exciting, thrilling, heart-thumping erotic ride. I was transported by Kathy’s skills, culminating in her licking me to a screaming, shuddering climax. And she still hadn’t shed any clothing. She let me recover for a few minutes then led me to the bedroom.
“Get in,” she ordered. I complied. She undressed slowly, showing off her gorgeous body. She’s tall and slender, her breasts are double-d sized but as she’s so tall they’re in proportion with the rest of her. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed to a rectangle above her cunt, which I could see was glistening with her arousal fluids. I noticed that her thighs didn’t quite meet at her crotch. Somehow that turns me on.
She climbed into bed and straddled me, smiling gently down at me. Her hands played over my body, much less intensely than before, but it was still lovely. She worked her way down my quivering body until she reached my cunt which she began to lick again. When I was once again fully aroused, she turned around slowly and lowered herself so her own cunt came down near to my mouth. I licked it once, experimentally, never having tasted a vagina before. It tasted good, so I continued licking, trying to remember how she’d licked me and copying that. From the noises she made I guessed I was doing ok.
We both climaxed together; one of the most beautiful moments of my life. While we were lying in each other’s arms I knew that I had made the right decision (though, to be accurate, Kathy had made the decision I had just followed her lead. Still it was the best thing I ever did); I was in exactly the right place with the right person. I knew now that I was a lesbian.
We didn’t get out of that bed for forty-eight hours, apart from performing the obvious necessities. We talked, kissed, fondled, hugged, snuggled and fucked the time away. Near the end of the second day I couldn’t help myself and I said, “I love you, Kathy”.
I tensed waiting for her reaction.” It was far too soon to say that,” I thought,” She’ll probably throw me out now.”
But she smiled and said, “I love you too, darling. And I’ve never said that to anyone before.” She shifted a little and continued, “The thing is, darling. I’m not really into conventional relationships. I like sex and I like to have lots of different playmates. If you’re going to be my..partner? Can you cope with that?”
“I can cope with anything, if you love me,” I gushed immediately feeling foolish for saying it.
“Hmm, well, we’ll see. You are gorgeous, and I do love you. But I’m a difficult woman to love.”
Our relationship progressed. I didn’t find her difficult to love at all. We saw a lot of each other, but Kathy saw other girls too and encouraged me to do the same. I dated and slept with a few other girls, though the better-looking girls weren’t interested in me. I wasn’t surprised, I’ve never considered myself beautiful. I found it hard to believe that someone as beautiful as Kathy could be interested in me, and yet she obviously was. I wasn’t jealous of her little adventures, I knew she loved me and I soon developed a fairly free attitude to sex myself. I could sleep with other girls without it lessening my love or attraction for her. They were just diversions, ‘peccadilloes’ is a good word.
Then came the daunting prospect of telling my parents about my sexuality. Kathy offered to come home with me, but I declined thinking that it was something I had to do on my own. I’d introduce her to them later.
It could have gone worse. My mother cried, then eventually decided it was a ‘phase I was going through’ and that I’d ‘get over it’! But at least she didn’t disown me. My father was very quiet, but after a few hours hugged me and said ‘I just want you to be happy’.
“I am happy, now, dad,” I said.
Three
It was some time, a few months, before I introduced them to Kathy. Mum was certainly stand-offish at first, but I could see Dad was instantly besotted with her. “I’d always wanted another daughter,” he confided, “Kathy’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”
“I was hoping for grandchildren, darling,” mum wailed when I found her in tears in her bedroom.”We’ll have children, mum. We plan to later on. Not yet awhile.”
“But how…? Oh! I don’t know, I don’t understand these things. She does seem a nice polite girl. You’re obviously happy. I suppose I have to accept it.”
“You do,” I said embracing her. “I love you, mum.”
Kathy was extremely good for me; she expanded my social, cultural and sexual horizons enormously. I remember once when she lay me naked on the bed with my legs up high and back held by my hands under my thighs, still with heels on. I felt vulnerable, on display, as she knelt on the bed, her eyes roving over my thighs, bum and vulva. But that feeling of vulnerability was what made me so excited. I could almost feel her eyes on my cunt.
“God, you are so sexy! Even your cunt is pretty! I could eat you! In fact…, don’t move! ” She bent her head down to my cunt and began slowly licking it. I thought I’d explode. The next time I felt so good was when she tied me up for the first time to give me a spanking as punishment for some spurious slight which I don’t remember now, but it doesn’t matter. I knew all along that she was just making up something in order to dominate me.