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My First Lesbian sex …Pt 3

“Hi, its me” I said

“Hi me”, she responded laughing

“Its Di, from the restaurant you jackass” I said, joining her in laughing

“How are you?” she asked.

“Fine. I just got home from work and I have been thinking about what you said earlier.” I rambled hoping she would take the hint of where this conversation was going. 

“Is it a bad time?”

“No, not at all.” She answered.

“Good. I wouldn’t want to wake you up or something.” 

Awkward silence followed my words, who knew it was this hard to speak your mind when all you were thinking was sex. Finally, Luce spoke. “So why am having the pleasure of hearing from you Di?” she asked.

I shillyshallied. We both knew the reasons for my calling, but she just wanted to hear me say it. I sighed “You told me to call if I was ever interested, so…” I left the sentence hanging

“That’s true. So, tell me what you are interested in exactly Di?”

“You.” I said delicately.

“That can’t be true. You told me you don’t like pussy. I have a pussy Di.” 

“I know.” I managed to breathe out.

“Would you like to come over?” 

I got the directions from her and within a short while I was shyly knocking on her door. She casually let me in but not before she cruised me from head to toe. She was clad in a pair of grey shorts and a vest. For the first time in my life I noticed another woman’s breasts. She had long nipples that poked through the fabric.

“Have a seat.” She said. Would you like a drink? wine, beer? She asked as she moved towards the room I assumed to be the kitchen

I moved towards the sofa and sat down. On the coffee table I noticed there was a glass of red wine poured. 

“I will have the wine please” I answered as fidgeted with the hem of my dress

She offered me one and I took it from her hand and quickly gulped down several swallows.

“Relax, baby.” She said smiling at me.

“I’ve never… I mean this is the first time. You know am not a lesbian.” I finally managed to say.

She didn’t answer me instead she leaned over and kissed me. I welcomed her kissed and leaned into her as our tongues wrestled. For the next several minutes we held each other and shared kisses. Finally, when we came up for air, she reached up and brushed a hair from my face. “I’ve wanted you for a long time Di” “She said kissing me lightly again.

“I’ve wanted you too. Since the first day you flirted with me in the restaurant.” I admitted.

She answered by deliberating smothering  me with kisses. As she did she slowly began to undress me by pulling my tee over my head. She broke the kiss only briefly then massaged my breasts as she sucked on my lip.

As we kissed I was expertly maneuvered down the couch and she got on top of me. She smothered my breasts with kisses and licks and sucks as I moaned under her. Without taking her mouth and tongue from my nipples Luce hands reached down and pushed my shorts down the hips. I lifted my to assist in with the undressing.

I was looking control of my body as Luce slowly and achingly to trailed kisses down my body. I shivered in expectation as she expertly licked each and every exposed inch of my stomach working her way down. My pussy pulsated and creamed. She licked the top of my bare pussy before moving down to the excited swollen lips “Lightly she kissed them while flicking her tongue to lightly touch my clit. I was by then having her whole mouth covering my pussy. 

“Aaah Aaaaah mmmhh!!!” I moaned as got closer and closer to exploding. The climax was sudden and violent. Encouraged by my very violent climax, Luce pulled my legs over her shoulders pulling my pussy closer to her face. I felt her tongue twirling around and around my clit and I squirmed in her grasp as the sensations overtook me. Her tongue dashed in and out of her mouth fucking my pussy like a tiny slick wet dick. I bucked my hips against her face. My fantasies could not come close to comparing to the reality. I screamed her name over and over. “Oh Luce, Oh Luce, Oh suck my clit, Yes, Luce.” I screamed over and over. I completely lost count of how many times I came. I lay there with my body was glistening with sweat as I contemplated the best oral sex I’d ever experienced.

Finally, Luce slowed down her “rhythm and gently licked my pussy before working her way up my body. Our lips met and I tasted my pungent sweetness on her lips. Hungrily I sucked her tongue. Luce pulled back and took off her vest revealing her small tits. She offered me her nipple and I took it in my mouth and gently sucked. Luce leaned her pelvis into me and I felt something brush against me. It felt hard. It felt like a dick. I looked down and opened my eyes in surprise!

Luce stood up and stepped out of her boxer short and her strap on dick sprang out and pointed at me. She shifted me, I got so wet just seeing the extension that was now her dick that I left a puddle in her couch. She effortlessly arranged me to an sitting position and slid the dick deep inside my waiting very wet pussy. Slowly and gently at first she started some rocking motion as she gyrated her her hips in a gentle motion. I pulled her body to me and my hips met hers. “Fuck me Luce! Oh yes Fuck me good!”

That was all she needed as she began to pump into me madly punishing my pussy with her dick. She drove into me hard and fast and sucked on my neck. I took her nipples in my hands and twisted. she whimpered and fucked me faster and harder as I screamed and she grunted. 

She quickly flipped me into my stomach in the couch I arched my back and turned my ass to her. Quickly she entered me from behind and grabbed my ass cheeks with her palms as she rode me. I held tightly onto the back of the couch as she fucked harder and faster and harder and faster. I bucked my ass backward to meet each and every thrust as she slapped my ass turning it from light brown to bright red. 

With most men fucking this hard and fast would have taken them over the edge within a matter of only a few minutes but over an hour later, Luce was still fucking me swiftly. the pummeling I was receiving made me cum several times and I can only guess Luce was enjoying herself too as she also came hard before we changed positions.

She lay down on her back with the dick pointing upward obscenely and I straddled her. I rode the dildo Up and down, working both of us into a frenzy until I heard her scream she was coming yet again. “Exhausted we both collapsed in a sweaty pool on the floor.

I was tired but I was still horny for more. I rolled off the dick and straddled Luce’s face. Without hesitation she went into town on my pussy! how was it that I still wanted he so, she began to suck my clit squeezing my ass cheeks in her hand. In a few minutes i felt her let go of my ass but she continued to lick my clit. I would come too soon the way she was going, but to my disappointment, just when I thought I would get there, slowed down and entirely stopped. I felt like screaming my frustrations! Just before I could voice my objections, she asked me whether I wanted to try something different, she assured me that I didn’t have to and if I did and at any moment I felt uncomfortable we would stop. I was so horny at that instance I would have done anything if it meant I would cum. I said yes, and she rearranged herself in such a way that we were in the sixty-nine position. Her pussy was literally on my face and for a moment I forgot about my horniness and I got intrigued by what lay inches from my mouth. I didn’t know what to do, so I decided to do to her what I liked done to me. Tentatively I licked her glistening lips and savored the flavor, I liked how that tasted and the whimpers that were coming from Luce, so I dug in with gusto, trying everything, I licked her lips, sucked her clit and lapped on the never-ending flowing juices. Discernibly, it was the right thing because before long she was moaning and screaming out my name. Our naked bodies entangled on the floor we lapped at each other’s dripping wet pussies. We made love to each other until the wee hours of the morning. 

Later as I lay snuggled to Luce’s  naked body listening to her snore lightly I contemplated how much my life and perceptions had changed since meeting Luce. I admired her resting face but knew I had to leave before she woke up and things got awkward.  I quietly creeped out the bed and out of her house, but I knew from that day on, I was hooked. I could not ever go back to having sex with men!  

My First time lesbian sex…pt 2

When she was done she reached into her pants pocket and pulled out a fifty dollar note and a business card. She laid them both on the table.

“You know what to do if you change your mind,” She said while standing up and sexily walking out but only after giving my ass a gentle squeeze.

Later that night, I lay in my bed with my fingers buried between my pussy lips thinking of Luce. I justified that it was her maleness that had turned me on. The way she dressed like a man, and talked like a man, and her manly demeanor. Nevertheless, I had to admit to myself that in all my twenty-four years no man had ever made me as horny the way she did. Thinking of Luce I rubbed my clit faster until I came then I drifted off to sleep. Continue reading My First time lesbian sex…pt 2

My First Time Lesbian Sex

“I met Luce on my job working as a waitress. All of us waitresses wore short booty shorts, tight t-shirts and high heels. It was hard walking around all night in those shoes but the tips made it up for it

Luce came in one afternoon with a group of friends. Sitting wide legged in the booth with a pair of dark baggy jeans, a white tee, and beige Doc marteins, at first glance I thought I’d just seen one of the most beautiful man to ever walk in the place. “But as I approached their table to take their order I realized that Luce was not a man but a stud. Her hair was short and she had a sexy wide smile. I quickly took their order and moved on to place it at the counter.

When I brought the group their appetizers, some of the party with the group had left and only Luce and the 3 others remained. I placed their order on the table and asked whether they were coming back or I should cancel the order of those who had left.

“They didn’t like what was on the menu as much as we did.” Luce said with a devilish smile and staring at me, however don’t cancel their order, we will eat it.

I finished serving the appetizers and left. For the next few minutes as I took an order from another table, my mind still lingered on the smile of the beautiful stranger with a devilish smile.

Luce order came up and one of my colleagues offered to help me to place it but for reasons I didn’t want to dwell on I declined the offer and took the order myself. I finished serving the food and drinks and turned to walk away when I felt a hand on my ass. Getting groped occasionally is part of the job and if you are friendly the tips are bigger. I turned around to smile at the gentleman who’d done it when I realized it was Luce. “She lightly touched my left ass cheek and held on for a second” “before letting go. “Nice ass!” she complimented softly before turning to her plate and beginning to eat.

My legs felt like Jell-O as I walked away from the table. I had never been attracted to a woman before, but feeling Luce’s hands on my ass had just caused me to cream in my panties. I quickly rushed to the bathroom to recollect and wipe myself.

As the evening progressed, Luce and her party requested to be moved to a table at one of the dark conors that had just been vacated. They remained there the whole afternoon and evening as other patrons came and went. They ordered more drinks and each time I served them, Luce would cop a feel of my ass or brush against my tits. The other men with her seemed oblivious to anything happening between me and Luce.

As I served them another pitcher of Long Island iced tea, Luce reached over and gently began to stroke up and down my bare thighs. As she stroked she pretended to engage me in conversation and so I did not have an excuse to move. Not that I wanted to. Her continued caressing had set me on fire. I took every chance I could to get back to their table (see, socializing with the clients is welcome as long as you don’t slack on your duties or overcome your visit). I took advantage of this and stood at their table making small talk for minutes on end as Luce stroked up and down my thighs stopping at my ass, squeezing gently, then working her way down again and none of the patrons was any wiser.  I got so horny that my pussy ached and throbbed. Ultimately, when I believed I could take no more she moved her hand away and asked for the check.

I returned with the check and found that she was seated alone. I laid their bill on the table and lingered while she removed her credit card. As she handed it to me she looked me in the eyes. “You like pussy?” she asked without hesitation.

“No. I… I have a boyfriend.” I stammered as her hands found their way back to rubbing on my bare legs.

“what does that got to with liking pussy?” she asked cupping my ass in her palm.

“I’m straight… I answered breathily

“Are you sure?” she asked with her hand inside my inner thigh and almost cupping me

“Yes. I’m sure.” I said and rushed from the table.

I looked around for any of my colleagues to return her card and her receipt but it was closing time and most of my colleagues were gone and those still around were busy with the clean-up and closing routines.

My body and mind in turmoil, I reluctantly walked back over to table. Luce was leaning sexily against the back of the booth with a single toothpick inside her mouth. She took her card, pocketed it and slowly signed her receipt…….

to be contiued in part 2

Venting

When you asked me if I ever felt like I didn’t know who I was, if I ever felt lost, I said that I didn’t. Was that because I thought I knew who I was? Or did I do not realize that I hadn’t really found myself? I have no idea who I am. What I’m doing or what I want. Where am I going? Why do I feel like I’m constantly waiting for something? It’s there in my mind unceasingly, this thought that there is something to get, something to do. It gets in the way of now, prevents me from thinking clearly.
But that’s not what I really wanted to talk about today.
I wanted to know why I’ve come to this site to vent my thoughts. Why it’s to a computer and not a person that I ‘speak’ to. I need an outlet, as many people do, a way of releasing my feelings into the world. I can’t lie to myself, in a selfish and self-absorbed way I want SOMEBODY to know how I’m feeling, there would be no point in writing all of this otherwise, would there?
FUCK. Now I can’t organize my thoughts in order, there are too many of them, too many tangents, they branch off and split repeatedly, sometimes doubling back and meeting up. Too many to write
andthelevelsoffrustrationbuildupsoi’llstopforaminute
Music is distracting in these circumstances. The noise of the traffic on the street ahead is soothing and melodic.
Peace at last…?
I wonder what it would take to make me happy. I feel angry with myself for not being happy, a strange situation to be in. Though that’s not always a bad thing as how would you appreciate or realise happiness if you couldn’t compare it to being sad.
Although sadness isn’t what I feel.
Lost, bewildered, lonely, maybe betrayed. The melodramatics of this text have not escaped me, though chances are no one will read this anyway.
Self-pity? now there’s a trait to admire.
Shame that sarcasm doesn’t carry well across the text,
Talking to myself,
Is that not what I’m doing anyway?
Matters nothing, no one will read this anyway

I’m not going to write this as if I’m talking to her. As then I might as well try and talk to her. I wish I could just forget, but better to have love and lost then never to have loved at all right? Bet he wouldn’t have said that if he kept on losing.
It’s taken its toll on me, I don’t want to have to say goodbye any more.
So I won’t say hello again.
Metaphorically of course
I feel like I’m talking in riddles, I want to speak clearly but there is no way to communicate the mess that is inside.
Can you, the reader, sitting on a chair; maybe your chair or maybe just a chair (say chair in your head too much and it loses all meaning, why should that combination of letters and sounds, when ordered like that, take the meaning of the object upon which you may or may not be sat?), in your bed or on the kitchen table, can you understand this at all? What I’m trying to do is give you a glimpse into how my thoughts work, they vast raging maelstrom of ideas and emotions which swirl through my brain. Love to be able to understand how carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, phosphorus, iron, hydrogen and all the other elements come together to form a brain, then with a new combination form chemicals and hormones which govern it, all powered by the zaps of electricity which isn’t made from anything like as simple as atoms but rather the same thing that atoms are made of. How does that come together to make me ME?
That was a long paragraph. If you can understand that then you understand me better than I do. I just got lost with my thought stream and allowed it to run wild. Now I’m just getting boring.
BACK TO THE MATTER IN HAND
Now that you can see how I think, do you understand me? I’m not sure why I find this so important but I do and I always have. If you can see how my mind fits together, how it works and where my thoughts come from and are headed then does that make us soul mates? But if you CAN understand me, how many others can? This world is a big place, surely there could be more than one person for everyone. Make a group of soul mates. A harem of them. Some people are simpler to understand than others. At least on the outside. I’m losing my mind again, I can’t keep it in order so I think it’s time to post this. I’m sure that I’ll talk more on the subject soon, though I don’t doubt it’s more for my own benefit than anyone else’s.
One final thing before I go through. The lesson I’ve learnt from this. It’s important to do this at least once, indeed you should do it regularly, so that you know that when one of THOSE conversations come up (the ones where you are able to convey something about yourself to another individual, they usually occur in bed, alone together, or maybe at a bus stop, walking her home, when one of those conversations come up then you are able to contribute and ask a question which will make the other person interested, challenge them, allow them to see inside your mind.
Now tell me truthfully.
Can I Be Found?

Too Much for Me

I got this feeling, this feeling that she is selling herself short,

If you ask me she deserves better,

Yeah, what do I know about boy friends?

I cant even maintain one for more than a few weeks

Maybe that is it, most gals hold on to men becauses society expects them to

But I refuse to sell my self short

I refuse to be in that loveless relationship

I refuse to be in that stiffling kind of tie

Because I know I deserve much more

Much more than the society can ever understand

The society has never lived a minute of my life

So Society can as well go and f*** itself

Because I refuse to live by its strangling expectations!

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