No longer me behaving consciously, this was some alter ego inside my body, controlling me, making me act. I pushed her knees apart and leant forward, very tentatively running my tongue down from the top of her slit, over her clit and into her gaping pussy hole.
Her slick juices washed over my tongue as I explored her. Her inner lips felt velvety smooth on my tongue, and she tasted exquisite, like honey and melted ice cream. My first taste of another woman… I still thought I might be revulsed, but I wasn’t. I loved the feel of her heat against my face and my mouth, the way she reacted to my first exploratory kisses and licks.
Gemma was repeatedly lifting her hips up to meet my mouth and my tongue, as I became more confident, pushing my tongue inside her opening, scooping up her woman juices, and taking delight in drinking them down. She was luxuriously wet; my face was covered in it. And I loved it.
I tried to emulate what Gemma had done to me earlier that day, alternately running my tongue up and down her crevice, then pursing my lips, sucking her bud into my mouth, then flicking my tongue over it.
It wasn’t long before Gemma cried out and thrust her hips upward, mashing her sopping cunt into my face. I flattened my tongue and sawed it from side to side over her clit as she bucked underneath me, my nose almost inside her pussy. Then I felt a flood pour out of her, as she was wracked by another orgasm.
Finally, she slumped down on the bed, gasping in lungfuls of air, and gently tugged on my hair, to ease me away from her… I imagine she was now almost painfully sensitive, so I reluctantly pulled away, climbed off her and swung round to lie beside her. Then I did what she’d done to me… I leant in and gently suckled her nearest nipple into my mouth, and gently caressed her other tit with my hand. I loved the feel of her big, pillowy breast under my hand, so different in feel to mine. Gemma sighed.
Lying there holding each other, it took some time for us to recover from our exertions. When she was finally able to speak, Gemma whispered, “That was beautiful, so amazing. It’s hard to believe you’ve never done that before…”
“I surprised myself there,” I admitted, my head still spinning. “I would never have thought I could get so turned on, being intimate with another woman.”
Gemma pondered for a moment. “Do you realise something, Char? We’ve gone down on each other; we’ve sucked each other’s nipples, but… we’ve never actually kissed yet!”
With that, she put her fingers under my chin and gently lifted my mouth to hers. Our lips touched, then parted, our tongues mingling and exploring each other’s mouth, as we kissed, for the first time, deeply and passionately.
We were just starting to doze off, when Gemma suddenly realised that she was lying in a massive wet patch on the quilt. She had flooded the quilt so much, it was soaked through. “It’s a good job we’re checking out in the morning,” she giggled. “Let’s both sleep in your bed tonight.”
To be continued…