Alyssa and I had been avoiding the elephant in the room since she had arrived and I could tell she was giddy with anticipation as we sat on my bed together.
“So what did you decide?” She asked.
I wanted to mess with her a little bit.
“Decide what?”
“Damn, Mel, come on, you know… about us.”
“Oh, I had totally forgotten about that.”
She gave me a wide-eyed expression until I burst into laughter.
She smiled.
“Would you please get serious.”
I thought for a moment.
“I’ve thought about this carefully and I want to explore my bisexual side, but I want to find someone that’s a lot hotter than you because you just don’t do it for me.”
I watched as Alyssa’s jaw dropped open and then I burst into laughter again.
“God you’re such a bitch, Mel.”
We exchanged soft smiles.
“I want to try this with you, but I don’t want to feel pressured, or rushed. I want to take things slow and just… you know… let it happen naturally.”
“I think that’s a perfect idea.”
We looked into each other’s eyes. I wasn’t sure what to do next, so I was more than willing to let her take the lead.
“So how do we do this?” I asked softly.
“I want us to get undressed together,” she said, in a voice barely above a whisper, “but I want us to watch each other do it.“
“Okay,” I said hesitantly.
Silently, we both stood up. She kinda took me by surprise by very boldly removing her blouse which exposed her pretty pink lace bra.
I realized what a different experience this was. Up until now, I always had to sneak glances and admire women from afar and it always made me felt like I was lurking in the shadows like some sort of pervert. Openly looking at Alyssa’s body while she looked at mine felt so liberating. Up until now, I had always felt like I was doing something wrong and letting go of that guilt felt amazing.
With trembling hands, I removed my top and I could feel her eyes drinking my body in. She reached out and gently touched my shaking hands to steady me.
She whispered, “It’s okay, Melanie.”
Once she released my hand, she unbuttoned her tight jeans and slid them down her caramel colored thighs.
I took a deep breath which helped to calm me down somewhat, and I unbuttoned the fly on my jean skirt and let it fall to the ground. She took a step forward and reached behind my back and undid my bra which released my large breasts from their confines.
I watched as her eyes traveled lower to my breasts, and she seemed to be fixated on them. There was such a hunger in her eyes and she looked at me the way men did, and it was an incredible turn on.
“They’re so beautiful, Mel,” she said, in a voice barely above a whisper.
She then took a step backward and unhooked her own bra.
Her small breasts were, dare I say, perfect. Perfect 32 B’s that were topped with tiny brown nipples and her chest was rising and falling with each labored breath she took.
Simultaneously, we lowered our panties and drank in each other’s bodies.
I felt as if I was almost paralyzed because I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. It was as if she could sense my apprehension, or at least see it in my eyes. Wordlessly, she took my hand and led me to the bed and we lay next to each other on top of the blankets.
“Alyssa… I… I… I’m not sure how much I can…”
Her voice cut me off.
“Mel, it’s okay, we can take it slow. How about if we just touch ourselves?”
Wordlessly, I nodded my head.
I watched as her hands moved over her stomach and then up to her breast as she gently kneaded them and slowly ran her fingers over her hardening nipples. She let out a little moan as the small nubs of flesh passed through her fingertips.
She opened her legs and one of her hands traveled further south while her fingers continued to play with her hard nipples. It felt as if I was mesmerized because I had never seen anything so erotic in my life. Her fingers gently pulled the tuft of black pubic hair above her pussy as she teased herself. Then, her index finger split the brown lips of her vagina as she slowly ran it up and down and I noticed the moisture that had collected on it.
While I watched her, it was almost as if I was in a trance and paralyzed because I felt as if my brain no longer had control of my body.
Her breathing was shallow and labored as she continued to work herself up. She then dipped a finger inside of her vagina and her thumb moved rapidly over her clit.
I realized that I was subconsciously rubbing my breast and pulling my nipples while she touched herself in front of me. Her eyes were closed, though, so I knew she wasn’t witnessing my hands on my body.
She was taking short little sips of breath now and then suddenly, her body stiffened and she shook violently and I knew she was releasing.
After about a minute, her breathing returned to normal and our eyes met and we gently smiled at each other.
“Mel, if you don’t want to…”
‘No Alyssa,” I interrupted. “I want to.”
After watching her, I was so turned on and getting some relief wasn’t something I wanted, it was something I needed.
I still felt shy and a little inhibited, so I closed my eyes which helped give me a small measure of confidence. Each time I rubbed my nipples I felt lightning bolts shoot through my body. My mind played back the erotic scene of Alyssa touching herself. I imagined her hands on her breasts as my own moved over mine. I thought of her hands pinching and pulling her nipples as I opened my legs and moved my hand lower.
I was shocked when my fingers made contact with my pussy because it felt as if there was a hot, sweltering swamp between my legs. When my fingers brushed over my clit, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long because it felt as if I was already right on the edge. With one hand, I pinched my nipples hard while the other concentrated on rubbing little circles over my clit.
Out of the far reaches of my subconscious mind, I could hear Alyssa moan and I knew she was touching herself again as she watched me bring myself closer.
I rubbed my nipples hard and dipped two fingers into my pussy which sent me over the edge. When I open my eyes, I was gasping for breath and it took a few moments to come back down and regain control of my body. Alyssa was also trying to catch her breath from what was obviously her second orgasm of the evening. Our eyes met and big smiles broke across our faces.
“What are you thinking?” She said hesitantly.
“I think we should have done this a long time ago.”
We giggled.
We lay in each other’s arms and talked for about a half hour and just bathed in the afterglow until neither of us could hold our eyes open.
“I don’t want to push things too quickly Mel, but would it be alright if I held you while we slept?”
I smiled.
“I’d really love that.”
I flipped over and felt her pull me against her body, wrapped her arms around me, and her breasts sensually pressed into my back as we spooned. She held me all night while we slept and it was one of the most intimate experiences of my life.
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It was Monday morning and I was sitting at the kitchen table by myself eating some toast. My Mom was out on her ritualistic pre-dawn walk with her friends from the neighborhood and my Dad had already left for work.