And as a good hostess, here's the food - I laughed, placing the tray on the bed. Salted crackers with cooked ham slices and some seasoned snacks were the appetizers I had decided to serve her.
-Guau, thanks! -she smiled, taking the snack into her mouth while lying recumbent against the wall, perpendicular to my bed.
I was shaking all over from nerves, even my boots. I had always known I was bisexual but my contacts with women had been limited to stolen kisses at a bowling night. This was the first time I had invited a girl with the intention of... seducing her? Oh God... so cheesy and outdated, yet it was the term that best fit what I was trying to do.
And she seemed so... small. Thin, with lazy chocolate-colored hair, glasses... she looked like the stereotype of a librarian mouse. In another context, I wouldn't have tried anything with her; not because I wasn't attracted -those lips, for God's sake, those lips-, but because I would have thought her too prudish... but the look she gave me when we met and I took a photo didn't have anything prudish about it.
I had never felt desired by a woman, probably that's why I decided to try with her. If it wasn't mutual, well... at least I'd have a new friend.
With the tray between our bodies, we started talking about everything and nothing: family, favorite TV shows, anecdotes. The supposed goal was to watch a very good movie I had gotten on DVD -I had it, ready to use as a lifeline- but I wanted to talk to her, I wanted to gauge the terrain. The mantra repeating in my head was...At least get a kiss, at least get a kissIt was my goal. So with that little woodpecker pecking at my psyche like a propaganda of tostadas, I set the half-empty tray aside and rested my head on his shoulder.
-You're very comfortable... I could fall asleep here... -I whispered, curling up as close as possible to her face, feeling her breathing very close.
-As long as you don't mind if I play with your hair –she smiled, twining one of them between her fingers.
-Mmm... not at all –I replied happily, feeling her hands near me.
-Don't you mind the glasses...? –she asked and I felt the warmth of her breath even closer.
-You're right –I conceded, taking them off and readjusting myself. Instantly, I hummed as I felt her long and fine fingers gently caressing the curve of my jawbone. Little by little, as if she had all the time in the world, she cleared my face of hair, brushed against my cheeks, neck, lips...
My eyes were stubbornly closed. My heart was beating very strongly with anticipation.At least get a kiss, at least get a kissAnd just when I was preparing the impulse to lift my face, she lowered it and devoured my lips.God, yes. Thanks.With a sigh, I surrendered to the kisses of those plump and soft lips; to the bites that exercised dominion over my lower lip; to the expertise of that tongue that filled my mouth. I surrendered to the hands that were not timid at all, which pushed me against the bed, which caressed my waist, which lifted my shirt, which cradled my face.
-What a beautiful... -I heard her whisper as she sat on top of me, took off her gray-rimmed glasses, and let her hair fall like a curtain over my face. We were facing each other, and my chest was rising and falling, agitated by the desire that burned with ferocity inside me –what a lovely mouth... -she praised, lowering her body to kiss me again.
-I love your lips since I saw them –I recognized just before her tongue invaded my mouth again.
-I pressed her tightly against my body, trying to feel her small breasts against mine, wanting to cum with every tiny particle of air between us.
-I felt one of her hands pulling on my hair, exposing my neck. When she had me where she wanted, her lips descended down my cheeks, leaving a light trail of saliva on my jawbone. She was gently scratching me with her teeth and then nibbling on the lobes of my ears.
-This is what they meant, I thought in the background, when they said that only a woman knows how to touch another woman.
-Her other hand rose and fell over my ribs, over my stomach, lifting my shirt and pushing the black bodice until I felt my breasts yielding, liberated and erect, waiting...
-I raised my hands and covered my face, ashamed. Showing my breasts to someone else always caused me that irrepressible feeling of modesty.
-Before I realized it, I felt her lips squeezing my nipples, sucking them, biting them, making timidity fly out the window as if it had never been there.
-Mmm... yes... -I gasped, arching my back as she gently pulled on that small... portion of skin. I wanted to feel her all over, but she was still too dressed, so I moved my hands from her hair - where she had it securely fastened so she wouldn't stop sucking my nipples - to her back and started lifting up her sweater.
Instead of taking off some clothes, she preferred to snuggle up beside me, pull down her black leggings to her knees - where they got stuck on the boots - and make a complete circuit around my torso. From my neck to my pubis, back and forth, squeezing my breasts along the way, raining moisture over my stomach that had already formed between my legs. It was almost as if she were worshipping my skin, the curve of my hips, the decline of my belly. She was playing with me, tempting me with each dip those fingers made, every time more inside... more inside.
I took her face in my hands and kissed her again, hungry for her bites, her tongue, her saliva, the sponge-like texture of her lips, how soft they were. Taking advantage of our closeness, she leaned against me, put one of her legs between mine and started pushing.
We oscillated together, feeling like sparks falling down my back as her jeans rubbed against the wet skin of my pussy. I bit my lips already desperate, finding it almost impossible to maintain the rhythm. Enjoying her moans that went straight into my ears. Moans that I caused by stretching out my hands and touching her, bending my knee and rubbing it against her crotch.
Focused on absorbing all those sensations and not screaming with pleasure in the attempt, I didn't feel her go down until I had her tongue between my legs. My breathing quickened even more and I started panting, lost all intention of not making a sound. Feeling her suck my clitoris, lick it, scrape it, while she dug her fingers into my vagina was too much. I pulled away my lips and sucked hard, stuck out my tongue, pulled it back in, turned it around; she penetrated me with her fingers, curved them inside me and He was pulling. -God... yes... -I heard myself groan roughly, as if I had bubbles rising up my throat. She sucked with such force that I could hear the sound of suction and my flow spilled down my thighs, as if a jug had burst inside me. One finger, two fingers, three fingers. I was going crazy. -Please... please... -I begged, moving my head from side to side. And when I thought I was going to die, that nothing more could surpass the sensations I was experiencing; without stopping eating me, she snaked one of her hands around my torso to my neck and squeezed. That sent me out of this world. Her hand with long and thin fingers, dominating me, forced me to surrender. Savoring the first orgasm of the night, feeling my thighs tremble, I was stunned by the change that had taken place in her in less than two seconds. From a timid mouse, with an angelic face and modest manners, she had passed to sucking my pussy like no one had ever done it -except perhaps someone very skilled with ice-; kneading my breasts mercilessly and pressing my neck against the bed, as if marking her power over me. I had always known that I was bisexual and if I was sincere with myself, I would admit that if given a choice between submissive and dominant, I would define myself as submissive... but liking to get excited this way, seeming interesting to reach orgasm with a simple squeeze/threat/dominance was something else... -You can't be so great... -I exclaimed with a fool's face creasing my face from ear to ear. My first time with a woman was exceeding each of my expectations by far. She just smiled like a criminal and caressed her nose against mine, without stopping rubbing me stomach, breasts, gently hitting my nipples with her fingers. I wanted to return the favor, so I sat down and started pulling off her clothes. I managed to get her sweater off, lift her shirt and even lick her '... stomach, but as soon as I went for her pants, she stopped me.
-No... today is all about you. I can't.
Damn dirty nature, I thought to myself, understanding perfectly what I was saying... and the truth is that it was my last coherent thought for a long time, which took her so long to make me come again. And again. Definitely, today was all about me.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Trying to calm my heartbeats, I held her against my chest, kissing her forehead, caressing her face. Just like she had been doing seconds before.
We had a particular obsession with each other's lips. We had outlined the soft flesh of each one, put in a playful finger and forced the other to suck it. It was the most sensual act in the world.
-It's the first time someone tells me I'm beautiful... face-to-face. – recognized without intending to.
-Ah...? And why is that? – she asked, still playing with my nipple, before biting her lips again.
Honestly, there wasn't an answer for it, and if there was, I didn't know it at all, so I just shrugged and dedicated myself for a long time to returning each of the kisses and bites she had given me.
We ended the evening watching the movie, drinking white wine and kissing... one and another and another.
-Guau, thanks! -she smiled, taking the snack into her mouth while lying recumbent against the wall, perpendicular to my bed.
I was shaking all over from nerves, even my boots. I had always known I was bisexual but my contacts with women had been limited to stolen kisses at a bowling night. This was the first time I had invited a girl with the intention of... seducing her? Oh God... so cheesy and outdated, yet it was the term that best fit what I was trying to do.
And she seemed so... small. Thin, with lazy chocolate-colored hair, glasses... she looked like the stereotype of a librarian mouse. In another context, I wouldn't have tried anything with her; not because I wasn't attracted -those lips, for God's sake, those lips-, but because I would have thought her too prudish... but the look she gave me when we met and I took a photo didn't have anything prudish about it.
I had never felt desired by a woman, probably that's why I decided to try with her. If it wasn't mutual, well... at least I'd have a new friend.
With the tray between our bodies, we started talking about everything and nothing: family, favorite TV shows, anecdotes. The supposed goal was to watch a very good movie I had gotten on DVD -I had it, ready to use as a lifeline- but I wanted to talk to her, I wanted to gauge the terrain. The mantra repeating in my head was...At least get a kiss, at least get a kissIt was my goal. So with that little woodpecker pecking at my psyche like a propaganda of tostadas, I set the half-empty tray aside and rested my head on his shoulder.
-You're very comfortable... I could fall asleep here... -I whispered, curling up as close as possible to her face, feeling her breathing very close.
-As long as you don't mind if I play with your hair –she smiled, twining one of them between her fingers.
-Mmm... not at all –I replied happily, feeling her hands near me.
-Don't you mind the glasses...? –she asked and I felt the warmth of her breath even closer.
-You're right –I conceded, taking them off and readjusting myself. Instantly, I hummed as I felt her long and fine fingers gently caressing the curve of my jawbone. Little by little, as if she had all the time in the world, she cleared my face of hair, brushed against my cheeks, neck, lips...
My eyes were stubbornly closed. My heart was beating very strongly with anticipation.At least get a kiss, at least get a kissAnd just when I was preparing the impulse to lift my face, she lowered it and devoured my lips.God, yes. Thanks.With a sigh, I surrendered to the kisses of those plump and soft lips; to the bites that exercised dominion over my lower lip; to the expertise of that tongue that filled my mouth. I surrendered to the hands that were not timid at all, which pushed me against the bed, which caressed my waist, which lifted my shirt, which cradled my face.
-What a beautiful... -I heard her whisper as she sat on top of me, took off her gray-rimmed glasses, and let her hair fall like a curtain over my face. We were facing each other, and my chest was rising and falling, agitated by the desire that burned with ferocity inside me –what a lovely mouth... -she praised, lowering her body to kiss me again.
-I love your lips since I saw them –I recognized just before her tongue invaded my mouth again.
-I pressed her tightly against my body, trying to feel her small breasts against mine, wanting to cum with every tiny particle of air between us.
-I felt one of her hands pulling on my hair, exposing my neck. When she had me where she wanted, her lips descended down my cheeks, leaving a light trail of saliva on my jawbone. She was gently scratching me with her teeth and then nibbling on the lobes of my ears.
-This is what they meant, I thought in the background, when they said that only a woman knows how to touch another woman.
-Her other hand rose and fell over my ribs, over my stomach, lifting my shirt and pushing the black bodice until I felt my breasts yielding, liberated and erect, waiting...
-I raised my hands and covered my face, ashamed. Showing my breasts to someone else always caused me that irrepressible feeling of modesty.
-Before I realized it, I felt her lips squeezing my nipples, sucking them, biting them, making timidity fly out the window as if it had never been there.
-Mmm... yes... -I gasped, arching my back as she gently pulled on that small... portion of skin. I wanted to feel her all over, but she was still too dressed, so I moved my hands from her hair - where she had it securely fastened so she wouldn't stop sucking my nipples - to her back and started lifting up her sweater.
Instead of taking off some clothes, she preferred to snuggle up beside me, pull down her black leggings to her knees - where they got stuck on the boots - and make a complete circuit around my torso. From my neck to my pubis, back and forth, squeezing my breasts along the way, raining moisture over my stomach that had already formed between my legs. It was almost as if she were worshipping my skin, the curve of my hips, the decline of my belly. She was playing with me, tempting me with each dip those fingers made, every time more inside... more inside.
I took her face in my hands and kissed her again, hungry for her bites, her tongue, her saliva, the sponge-like texture of her lips, how soft they were. Taking advantage of our closeness, she leaned against me, put one of her legs between mine and started pushing.
We oscillated together, feeling like sparks falling down my back as her jeans rubbed against the wet skin of my pussy. I bit my lips already desperate, finding it almost impossible to maintain the rhythm. Enjoying her moans that went straight into my ears. Moans that I caused by stretching out my hands and touching her, bending my knee and rubbing it against her crotch.
Focused on absorbing all those sensations and not screaming with pleasure in the attempt, I didn't feel her go down until I had her tongue between my legs. My breathing quickened even more and I started panting, lost all intention of not making a sound. Feeling her suck my clitoris, lick it, scrape it, while she dug her fingers into my vagina was too much. I pulled away my lips and sucked hard, stuck out my tongue, pulled it back in, turned it around; she penetrated me with her fingers, curved them inside me and He was pulling. -God... yes... -I heard myself groan roughly, as if I had bubbles rising up my throat. She sucked with such force that I could hear the sound of suction and my flow spilled down my thighs, as if a jug had burst inside me. One finger, two fingers, three fingers. I was going crazy. -Please... please... -I begged, moving my head from side to side. And when I thought I was going to die, that nothing more could surpass the sensations I was experiencing; without stopping eating me, she snaked one of her hands around my torso to my neck and squeezed. That sent me out of this world. Her hand with long and thin fingers, dominating me, forced me to surrender. Savoring the first orgasm of the night, feeling my thighs tremble, I was stunned by the change that had taken place in her in less than two seconds. From a timid mouse, with an angelic face and modest manners, she had passed to sucking my pussy like no one had ever done it -except perhaps someone very skilled with ice-; kneading my breasts mercilessly and pressing my neck against the bed, as if marking her power over me. I had always known that I was bisexual and if I was sincere with myself, I would admit that if given a choice between submissive and dominant, I would define myself as submissive... but liking to get excited this way, seeming interesting to reach orgasm with a simple squeeze/threat/dominance was something else... -You can't be so great... -I exclaimed with a fool's face creasing my face from ear to ear. My first time with a woman was exceeding each of my expectations by far. She just smiled like a criminal and caressed her nose against mine, without stopping rubbing me stomach, breasts, gently hitting my nipples with her fingers. I wanted to return the favor, so I sat down and started pulling off her clothes. I managed to get her sweater off, lift her shirt and even lick her '... stomach, but as soon as I went for her pants, she stopped me.
-No... today is all about you. I can't.
Damn dirty nature, I thought to myself, understanding perfectly what I was saying... and the truth is that it was my last coherent thought for a long time, which took her so long to make me come again. And again. Definitely, today was all about me.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Trying to calm my heartbeats, I held her against my chest, kissing her forehead, caressing her face. Just like she had been doing seconds before.
We had a particular obsession with each other's lips. We had outlined the soft flesh of each one, put in a playful finger and forced the other to suck it. It was the most sensual act in the world.
-It's the first time someone tells me I'm beautiful... face-to-face. – recognized without intending to.
-Ah...? And why is that? – she asked, still playing with my nipple, before biting her lips again.
Honestly, there wasn't an answer for it, and if there was, I didn't know it at all, so I just shrugged and dedicated myself for a long time to returning each of the kisses and bites she had given me.
We ended the evening watching the movie, drinking white wine and kissing... one and another and another.
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