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I've got a Lesbian Lover (Ff, adult, teen, affair)
by LAURA (c) 1997
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I might as well start at the beginning. I suppose I've always been
attracted to women, but it never seemed excessive until I was
seventeen. There were lots of beautiful girls all around me and I
suppose I thought I admired their beauty and sexiness and that it
was this link to sex that made me so excited and...wet. It just
didn't occur to me how I really felt.
Across the street from my parent's house, there was a young couple.
(Thirty is young from my current perspective.) They had two school
age children and were very friendly and outgoing. I watched their
kids when they went out and their house when they were away. The
husband traveled a lot in his work and was often gone several days
at a time.
Maryann and I became friends and I looked up to her as a beautiful
experienced woman. I talked to her about things I wouldn't think of
discussing with my mom or my girlfriends. She often asked me over
to keep her company in the evenings when her husband was away. I
enjoyed her company so much that I would cancel plans if she
called. Many times I cancelled dates.
It was one of these occasions that Maryann complained that her feet
hurt. I volunteered to rub them and did an okay job. When I got
home I was breathing funny and was very wet. I got off from the
memory of touching her. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but
found myself looking for books on foot massage. I read all about
reflexology and the benefits of using hand lotion on the feet and
couldn't wait for my next opportunity.
It came soon enough and this time, when I was finished, Maryann was
laying back with her eyes closed; more relaxed than I had ever seen
her. She offered to do my feet and I jumped at the invitation. She
asked me how I had improved and I took the books out of my bag. She
told me I had great hands and had really helped her relax. I was so
excited that I had made her feel good and had brought her pleasure.
I was all smiles.
Her massage on my feet was very good but I felt almost zapped when
she started kneading my calves as I had done hers. I was so very
excited and anxious for her touch. That night I slept there with
her, as I often did on non school nights when her husband was out
of town. Laying beside her in the king-size bed, it was so
difficult to get to sleep. I wanted to masturbate, but didn't dare.
I thought of her until I fell asleep. The next day I started
reading about other types of massage.
When she complained of an ache in her shoulder, I was prepared. In
her neck...arms...hands. It got to the point where I would give her
a massage every time. (She would return the favor). I started
staying over more -- even on school nights and -- the thing that
makes my breath catch even now -- she started taking showers at
night and dressing in a sleep shirt and nothing else.
I would massage her back first, feeling the relaxed firm muscles in
my grip. Feeling the first big jolt in my pussy when I would feel
the soft sides of her breasts (only briefly). When I worked down to
her bottom, I had to control my shaking as I kneaded (needed?) her
soft flesh. I was careful not to touch the area between her cheeks.
I did succeed in exposing her pussy so I could watch it while I
worked on her legs and then her feet. My efforts must have excited
her, because she was very wet. When I was finished I would take a
shower and cum, my legs nearly giving out on me.
It was soon after, when we were both in bed, as I was masturbating
again. (I would wait until Maryann was sound asleep and work on my
pussy again). I had taken to not wearing underwear when I slept
over and when Maryann would massage me after my shower, I kind of
thought she was looking at my exposed womanhood. If she was, she
must have seen my glistening wetness.
Well, while I was feeling my labia and working moisture up to my
clitoris, Maryann rolled over and put her arm over me with her face
very close to mine and kissed me. It was a very gentle "puppy-dog"
kiss and she didn't seem to be awake. I laid there still until she
moved again about twenty-minutes later. I was trembling and had to
go to the bathroom to climax. I think I crossed the line right
there.
I removed her soiled panties from the hamper and breathed her smell
far into my senses. I tasted her femininity and found it even
sweeter than my own. I came sucking and smelling her panties.
I guess I had a crush, but I thought I was in love. Maryann and I
went a lot of places together. Shopping, movies, school events and
exercise classes. I really enjoyed being around her and wanted so
much more to express physically as well as verbally how I felt. I
felt they were linked and that I couldn't do the latter without the
former. Also I was feeling a little weird. A little different from
my friends.
These were difficult feelings for a seventeen year old that
desperately wanted to be like everyone else. I couldn't have
handled it a couple years earlier, but I think I possessed a
maturity beyond my years and I decided not to fight how I felt.
My parents had always taught me to be happy first and everything
else would follow. I kept seeing Maryann and wanting to kiss her
sweet mouth again. She was beautiful and I loved being around her.
I took every available, not to obvious, opportunity to touch her
soft hands, sweet face and knock-out body.
I wanted to suck on her full womanly breasts and feel the wetness
that matched my own between her legs. I would sometimes massage her
face and the distance between us would get so short that I could
have easily placed my lips on hers, but the distance felt like
miles. I didn't have the nerve to cross the space between us.
As summer approached, we took off our sleep shirts for our nightly
massage and I got my first look at her breasts. They were perfect
(to me), full with large dark erect nipples. Maryann had suggested
that we try massaging each other with baby oil. We had both read
about this in my massage books. My hands slipped and glided over
her body. I felt more of the side of her breasts than I ever had
before.
I had already taken my shower and enjoyed sitting on her rear with
my pussy lips touching her skin. When I got down to her ass, I
squeezed the bottle (with my trembling hands) and more oil than I
intended came out and streamed down across her asshole and across
her cunt to the sheet we had placed beneath us.
We both laughed and I started rubbing her sweet ass. I kept
slipping in the wetness, accidentally at first, and then on
purpose; touching her asshole and then her pussy. When she didn't
protest and in fact told me to "go lower, lower, lower to the right
now left" until my fingers were right on her clit, I rubbed her the
way I rubbed my self and soon she was cumming.
It seemed big because she was breathing heavy and when she sat up
she took my face in her hands and kissed me soooo sweetly. I kissed
her back and then we kissed for what must have been twenty minutes
before I felt her hand move to between my legs. She wasn't the
first one to touch me there, but she was the first woman and it was
the first time I enjoyed anyone else's hand but my own there.
I reached out and massaged her great tits in my oily hands and took
her jutting nipple between my lips. It all flowed so nicely, but I
had dreamed of it in my mind a thousands different times. I just
did what I wanted to do...I had made up my mind. Before long we
were in a sixty-nine position and my tongue darted over her
pinkness. Her tongue thrust in and out of my virgin pussy with
unrestrained passion. I came in waves that for the first time
reached my toes.
I stopped my licking and just laid there for some time. Maryann had
moved up and moved her body up against mine with her hand resting
on my heaving breasts and her lips lightly kissing my neck. When I
could, I turned and kissed her deeply. We moved into the bedroom
and for the first time closed the door.
After that first time, we made love every time we could. I adored
everything about Maryann.
The way she looked, felt, smelled, and tasted. I would devour her
cunt every time. I loved having her sit on my face...I could watch
her squeeze her breasts and feel her wiggle her sweet ass as she
moved her clit across my tongue. One time, in my passion, Maryann
came, but I continued licking and sticking my tongue deep inside of
her. She came again, but fell back against my knees. When she did
this, I found myself loving her asshole.
I fucked it with my tongue (deeply) for some time and then was
amazed as I felt her cum. She was like a tigress when she flipped
me over and attacked my rear. I came too and to this day have
always enjoyed gentle attention back there.
We also would dress up for each other. Maryann loved me to wear my
two piece string bikini. I had two favorites.
The first was a white garter belt with white stockings and matching
panties and bra. I enjoyed removing her panties and replacing them
with my lips. I would kiss her pussy much as I kissed her mouth and
then I would carry the sweet taste up to her mouth. We would share
the taste. In no time, every inch of us would smell and taste like
cunt. I loved smelling her tit and knowing that my mouth had been
there, but before that had been sucking deeply between her thighs.
The second outfit was a terry cloth dress that had a top like a
tube top.
Knowing that her large breasts and nipples were that accessible
always got and kept me wet. Many times she would take them out when
her husband was somewhere around the house. I would nurse on her
nipples until she came. Depending on the situation, she might have
panties on or she might not. Either way she would tease me until
she could help me cum or until it was time for me to go home (if
her husband was home) and I would masturbate with thoughts of her
filling my fantasies. Often of her bent over me with her full
breasts hanging down to my mouth.
We had never used a vibrator although I remotely knew what they
were and what they were used for. I thought of suggesting one but
knew I didn't need one if she didn't.
One time I came over in the morning right after her husband had
left with the kids (Saturday) and walked right in. I stood in awe
as I watched her masturbating right there on the bed with a
vibrator. I didn't interrupt, but rather enjoyed watching my lover
satisfy herself deeply. When she was lying there still with her
eyes closed, I made a noise.
She saw me and jumped a little having been caught. I sat on the bed
and felt the phallus still deep within her. I flipped on the switch
and started to fuck her slowly. I was so turned on. Occasionally
she would direct me with her hand. She came again and this time
kissed me hungrily. I lost my virginity that day and I have no
regrets that a woman was the first to enter me.
Maryann sent away for a vibrator set. She told me when she did
this, so that I would get excited as we waited. It was one of those
box sets they had at the time. The thing I kept thinking about
though, was the strap on dildo. I really wanted a good fuck from my
lesbian lover.
When it arrived, I didn't waste any time and got on my knees as
soon as I could. I loved the feel of her strokes and her hands as
they roamed over me. With her behind me, fucking me, I stood up on
my knees and kissed her as she pulled at my nipples. I fucked her
too, but was not as ravenous as she. I was more gentle, even too
gentle for Maryann.
We liked to watch each other masturbate. There were lots of little
toys for us to figure out. Those aside, Maryann could suck her
breasts without the slightest stretching of her neck. She could do
it leisurely and I loved to watch her do it.
One day Maryann tried to use a tiny vibrator in her womanly pussy
and got very anxious when it seemed to disappear. I reached for it
and got it out. When I looked up at her, she seemed so horny, I
asked her what was wrong.
Breathing heavily she said, "Nothing. Put your hand back inside
me." I did as she asked and watched her melt on the pillow. My
hands are very tiny and after two kids her cunt was not a girls
anymore. In no time, I was fist fucking her beautiful pussy. I
seldom used the strap-on to satisfy her, but did it with my hands.
The summer between my junior and senior years in high school was a
very busy one for me. My lust for Maryann had affected my grades
and my parents were cracking down on me. I had to get good grades
or I wouldn't be able to stay over during the school year. I
cracked down and got the reading lists and topics that would be
covered the next year.
When Maryann was at work or otherwise unavailable to me, I would
study. I didn't play much, except for a two week stay at the beach
with girlfriends. I'll tell you that story later. To finish the
point, I got incredible grades my senior year. Honor student. I
recovered all the ground I had lost in my junior year and then
some. I was giddy and applied to all the schools I'd dreamed of
attending.
One evening that summer, Maryann's husband came back early from a
trip and nearly caught us in bed. Fortunately, we weren't asleep
(far from it) and heard him drive up. Not knowing how it would look
or how close he was I hid in Maryann's closet. His closet was in a
spare bedroom.
Maryann was smart and distracted him. She made love to him right
before my eyes. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Her husband
collapsed and fell asleep in no time.
After what seemed like an hour, Maryann woke me and took me out of
the cramped closet. We made love on the sofa and I slept there the
rest of the night. Leaving early before her husband woke up the
next morning. Before I left, she told me that she loved having me
watch.
I still remember that passionate kiss we shared before she opened
the door. I was a little jealous, but actually really turned on.