Karen began to smile as she began to remember and reminisce about that night, “I think you can figure out what happened. I invited Cecilia to climb into bed with me so we could share some body heat…nothing salacious in my offer…just trying to be practical. Now, Cecilia–Chechilia–is about my size…well bigger boobs, but I’ll get to that…but she fit perfectly into bed with me. We spooned and, yes, got warm as a result…comfortably warm…may be too comfortably warm.”
I don’t know if Karen recognized it but her voice became softer and…well…”dreamy”. She continued, “Cecilia was against my back and her boobs were pressing into me–that was excitement number one. Her arm was under my arm and her hand was across my boobs resting lightly there–that was excitement number two. She squirmed a little to get comfortable and I could feel her tummy rubbing against the small of my back and butt–that was excitement number three. I involuntarily sighed and I think I might have let out a little moan. Well whatever I did, Cecilia reacted to it and held me closer to her, sighing herself.”
Even in the dim light, I saw some color beginning to come into Karen’s pale cheeks. She went on, ” She said to me, ‘Karen–she pronounced more like Car-en’–you are so warm. Thank you so much’ Of course she said that in her wonderfully exotic, sexy Italian accent. I remember that alone giving a shiver. And then she said, ‘Oh, Karen, are you too cold now also? Here…’ and with that she hugged me closer–excitement 4 and 5. I could feel her soft breath against my face and neck. O.K., add excitements 1,2,3 with excitement 4 and 5, and triple them. THAT’s what I felt then. I rolled over so I was facing her; I felt her breath on my lips, and I kissed her…I just couldn’t help it!”
Now, it seemed to me that Karen–and I know Karen–was getting herself into sex-prep mode, no doubt about it. She told me more, “Oh, and then…YES…Cecilia kissed me back! And it wasn’t a sorority-sister peck. She pulled out the stops and went full on ‘I’m going to kiss you until you’re limp’ mode. I had never in my life been kissed by a woman like that–I had barely even ever been kissed like that, period. In fact there wasn’t anybody that I remembered kissing me that had kissed me like THAT! Her tongue found its way between my lips and played with my tongue…well..I did have that experience before with a guy…but…not like THAT…this was different..it felt entirely different. Her lips found my tongue as I probed her mouth and she sucked on it just as she might have done with a guy ‘s penis. It was a rhythmic, but gentle. Those ‘excitements’ I was talking about began to turn into surges of pleasure.”
I didn’t want to break the spell. Karen had transported herself back to that night. Her words flowed out of her now, “She caressed my cheeks and hair and I hers as we drew our lips closer in our passionate kissing. Her hand moved down caressing my arms, and then down to my back. I felt her hand creep its way under my flannel pajama top and tease my warm skin there…a rub and a pat…and a squeeze…little here and a little there…all the while our kissing continued. I could feel my vagina moistening as our bodies pressed together…no question about it. I felt…well…a little naughty….but that was offset by my rising passion…there was no stopping now.”
Karen shifted in her chair, took a couple of sips of her beer. She looked at me but I don’t think she was seeing me. She was back in her sorority room again, in bed with Cecilia.
“I managed to free one hand and maneuvered it so I was cupping one of her breasts though her nightgown. I had seen her breasts before–and she had seen mine too–but hers were full and soft as many Italian women’s breasts are. Cecilia reminded me of that famous old-time Italian movie star–I think she might still be around. Cecilia’s body was like that; though she was my size, I wasn’t her size…you know what I mean. Seriously, my B-Cups, at best, and Cecilia’s D-Cups at least. As I felt her breast, I could feel her gentle moaning with my lips on hers. ‘MMM… mmm…MMM’ sounds the same in Italian as it does in English!”
Karen was sitting in her chair in her kitchen in her house…but she wasn’t. More was coming, literally.
“Cecilia’s hand moved to my chest. She said, ‘Unbuuuton?’ Italian accent or not, I knew what she meant. I freed both of my hands and unbuttoned my pajama top, exposing my breasts. It was not entirely dark in the room. I had a night light and the street lamps outside cast even more light into the room. I could see Cecilia’s reaction as she saw my boobs…again not for the first time but the first time like THIS. I had rolled onto my back and she knelt next to me, quite a trick in my narrow single bed but we managed. She smiled, licked her lips, and lowered her head. I felt her lips encircle one of my nipples as she massaged the breast. She applied gentle suction and teasing flicks of her tongue. I felt a small rush, and I moaned gently. I knew she felt that through her lips. She paused for a second and then returned to loving my nipple.
Meanwhile, her off hand was massaging my other breast with an occasional tweak of her thumb and forefinger. Double rushes were starting to happen and my vagina was getting more moist every minute. Her lips moved off my breasts, up to my neck, nibbling and pecking, and back to my lips. After a couple of pecks there, Cecilia whispered, ‘Off!’ I answered by sitting up and taking off my pajama top…now I was bare from the waist up. ‘Off’, Cecilia whispered again. It took me a second but I understood what she wanted. I wiggled myself out of my pajama bottoms, too. Cecilia smiled again and I saw a sparkle in her eyes. I had an idea what was going to happen…it’s just that it had never happened to me before…by woman or man!
With her nightgown still on and me on my back again, Cecilia kissed her way down my body….nibble…nibble…peck…peck…nibble…nibble. She stopped at each my nipples to pay them special attention..and kept working her way down my chest and tummy. She stopped at my belly button and tickled it with her tongue and wound up at my bush. I could feel her breath on me there and I could hear her inhale my scent. I was grateful that I had never been able to detect any unpleasant odors on me and…well…I did take care of things down there…so I should know. I heard a couple more ‘MMmmMMs’ when she stopped.
I saw Cecilia remove her nightgown and I actually gasped at how beautiful her body looked in that light. Not only did I gasp, I had to swallow hard. This not just a visual appreciation of her. I experienced a visceral, deeply visceral…down to my wet vagina visceral…response to seeing her naked. She was lucky that all I did was gasp and not cry out. With a little difficulty caused by the small bed, Cecilia positioned my legs on either side of her and leaned down to further her task
Now, I said I had an idea of what cunnilingus was about, I had seen my share of porn–girl/girl porn, too–but I had never come close to experiencing it. Masturbating thinking about it is one thing; actually having it done to me was an entirely different matter. Well, Cecilia demonstrated to me what that ‘entirely different matter’ in fact was. I know this sounds stupid but Women know Women. We have a unique understand of each other, especially when it comes to our bodies, sex, and orgasm. Men, for the most part, just don’t know because…DUH…they aren’t women…they don’t experience things like a woman does…not the least of which is an orgasm.