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 Awakening

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I woke up slowly, feeling dizzy and disconnected. Gradually I remembered that I had been out for a meal with some female friends, but little of what had happened. Fortunately the headache hadn’t kicked in yet, if indeed it was going to. I became aware that I was naked and that the naked back of another person was snuggled up against me, my arm trapped under them.

Sleeping naked was a novelty for me, and the companion even more so. In the ten years since my divorce, pushing middle age (45), I could count on one hand the number of men I had gone to bed with. Gingerly I analysed my sensations. My body ached gently, as if I had had a good work-out. My lips, breasts, pussy and arse felt very tender. My tongue ached too, and there was a sore patch on the frenulum, the arc of skin that connects it to the bottom of the mouth. It seemed as if I had had quite a bit of sex - but I couldn’t remember it!

The thought made my nipples erect, suddenly, pressing into the warm back of the person next to me. I shifted my arm, which had gone dead, and my companion gave a soft murmur, redolent of blissful relaxation. I caught a whiff of perfume. With a jerk, a horrible suspicion grew into a certainty. The person lying in my arms was a woman!

Now I have never gone to bed with another girl or woman in my life. I had never even had a crush on one or kissed one, except in greeting. I had never felt any sexual attraction for someone of my own gender. So how come I was lying naked in bed with one, exhibiting all the signs of major sexual activity?

Trembling, I extricated my arm from under the body and raised myself on an elbow. The person stirred and turned onto her back and stretched sensuously, like a cat. I saw that she was young, no more than early twenties, with short spiky black hair, a strong, attractive face and wide mouth. Small, pointed breasts showed under the sheet.

She smiled sleepily at me. ‘Hi, darling.’

‘Umm, hi,’ I said, huskily.

‘Mmm, you were great.’ She lifted her slim arms and wound them around my neck, pulling my face down to hers. She kissed me, hotly, open-mouthed. I had never realised how much softer a woman’s lips are than a man’s. I felt weak, powerless to pull away. She reached between us and softly ran her fingers across my hard nipple.

‘Mmm, ready for more?’

‘No, I mean, look, this must seem a bit odd ... I mean, I’m not a lesbian, you know. In fact I’ve never ... been with ... a woman in my life.’

‘No? I don’t believe you!’ she grinned and licked my cheek. ‘Mmm, you taste of my pussy juice.’

‘It’s true. I’ve never done anything like this before.’

‘Well, for a complete beginner, you sure know which buttons to press! In fact you found a couple of buttons I didn’t know I had. I’ve never cum so much in my life!’

‘Look, I really can’t remember a thing. This is all very embarrassing ...’

She kissed me again. A vague memory was returning ...

‘Weren’t you the waitress in the restaurant?’

‘Yep. That’s me. You were pretty sozzled last night. I’m surprised you haven’t got a hangover. Unless all the orgasms got rid of it!’

I flopped down onto my back. ‘Now that you mention it, I do have a bit of a headache.’

‘You need some black coffee. Stay there, I’ll get it.’

She threw the sheet back and climbed sinuously out of bed, without a trace of modesty at her total nakedness. Well, after what she claimed we had done, why should she have any modesty? She was tall and slim, very pale skin, slender legs and thighs. I watched her tight boyish buttocks disappear through the door and heard her rummaging in the kitchen, singing to herself. Obviously she was totally at ease.

I lay back and sighed. What had I done? I remembered having a very good time with my friends in the restaurant; after that, nothing. Had we gone on to a club afterwards? How had I managed to pick up this young waitress? What on earth had we done together? I felt my crotch - the pubic hair was matted and sticky, and my thighs and bum were also sticky. Oh god, a lot of body fluids must have been shed. I licked my lips, tasting an unfamiliar but not unpleasant tang there. Was it really her pussy juices? I wanted to bury my head under the pillow in shame.

The girl reappeared and put a tray on the bedside table. The smell of hot coffee assaulted my nose. She stood looking at me, smiling. I gazed at her body, since she obviously didn’t mind. Her skin was pale, with no trace of tan, and just a few tiny moles to mar the smoothness. Her breasts were pointed with big red nipples that were pierced by silver studs! Her navel too bore a stud. Her pussy was completely shaved, her hipbones prominent. There was a sizable gap between her slim thighs that revealed her long, parted labia and a silver ring through her clitoris!

I thought how different her body was from mine, somewhat soft and curvy, with full breasts and a fine bush of brown pubic hair. And no piercings other than in my earlobes. Age and youth.

She held out a mug. ‘Here, get that down you.’ I sipped the coffee while she knelt on the bed, legs apart, hands on hips.

‘You really don’t remember anything?’

‘No. I remember having the meal, and you serving us - you were wearing black jeans and T-shirt, weren’t you? Lots of wine. Someone taking pictures. That’s all.’

‘Do you want me to tell you what happened?’ She grinned.

Do I want to know, I thought. The coffee was reviving me. I looked at the girl. Really she was quite pretty, I decided, and fit and healthy and lively and obviously enjoying herself. Maybe I should be proud of myself for scoring with her, when she could have the pick of anyone.

‘Are you ... a lesbian, then?’

She shrugged. ‘I’m bi, I suppose. I like it all ways. Why be picky? You’re sure you’ve not done this before?’

I shook my head emphatically.

‘Well, I’ve been with quite a few people, men and women, and you are the best, darling, believe me. No-one’s made me cum like that before!’

‘Well, thanks ...’

She got up. ‘I need to take a pee. You want to watch?’

‘Good god no.’

‘It’s OK. Some do. Don’t go away!’

She went into the en-suite shower-room, leaving the door open, and I heard her use the toilet and then wash herself. She came back and climbed onto the bed, sweeping the sheet down to uncover my naked body, and then lay on top of me, wriggling. She gripped my hands and raised them above my head and kissed me full on the mouth, grinding her pubic bone into mine. Her nipple studs pressed into my breasts. I was pinned.

‘Now then, shall I tell you what we did last night?’

‘I have a feeling you’re going to.’

‘Well, you lot wanted to find a club, and you asked me where was the best places. To pick up some hunks. You were all pretty far gone. I said I liked this place in town where you got a good mix of people, straight, gay, all sorts, but I didn’t really think you’d like it. Anyway I went on there after my shift finished and guess what, all you ladies were there dancing away and feeling up anything with trousers. Surprised they let you in really.

‘You were sitting in the chill-out room, looked a bit lonely, so I sat next to you and chatted. You told me all about how your husband had left you and how lonely you were on your own and how you needed sex even at your age and you were getting a bit desperate.’

‘Oh god.’

‘It’s OK. I thought you were sweet. In fact, I fancied you. I’ve always had a thing for older women. You looked like you’d be hot in bed. So I came on to you. It was easy. We started snogging - you were a natural - and your hands were all over me. I nearly came there and then. Fact is, I hadn’t had it for a few days and I was feeling pretty horny, not as horny as you, though. I told you to take me home with you so we got a cab and I had to find your door key for you.’

‘I can’t believe this is me.’

She kissed me again, soft touches all over my face.

‘As soon as we got through the door you ripped my clothes off and started kissing me all over. It was hard to undress you, you were so eager. You fastened your mouth onto my puss and wouldn’t let go. I just gave in and let you. God, you were wild. I came really strong. Then I got you on your back and pulled your legs apart and we did a 69. This was on the floor in the hall, mind you. I bet you’ve got carpet burns, I have.

‘Then ... it all gets a bit hazy in my mind. I was cuming so much I can’t remember the details. I know you got your tongue so far up my cunny that I thought you’d get stuck there. And my arse. You couldn’t get enough of that. Thought you were going to get stuck in there too.’ She giggled.

I ran my tongue around my mouth. That explained the soreness. I was beyond shame now.

‘And your pussy was leaking like a fountain. Very tasty! You kept pleading with me to get more fingers up you - fuck me, fuck me! And in your arse too. Surprised you’re not sore. You asked me to fist you but I didn’t want to cause any damage - I know what it can be like.’

‘Oh god. Is this really me?’

‘Maybe this is the real you,’ she said softly. She slid half off me and softly walked her hand down my stomach. ‘Now that you’re conscious again, why don’t we see if you still like it?’

‘No ... ‘ I said weakly, but by then her fingers had parted my pubic hair and lightly grazed the tip of my still-sensitive clitoris. The jolt of pleasure shocked me into silence. Carefully, slowly, she massaged around my tender button, using my lingering juices as lubricant. I couldn’t fight it. The physical joy was stronger than anything I had ever felt with a man. I put my arms around her wiry body and buried my face in her neck and just let it happen. When the orgasm finally broke it was like a huge hot wave crashing over me, again and again. I screamed softly into her neck, wanting it never to end.

I realised that I was sobbing with joy. The girl kissed away my tears, keeping her hand on my quivering pussy.

‘There. Not so bad, was it?’

‘I don’t even know your name,’ I said.

‘And I don’t know yours. Let’s see how long we can last before we need to tell each other.’

Her fingers were caressing my clitoris again. ‘Want some more?’ she grinned.

I nodded helplessly. ‘Yes please. I want everything.’

 

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