Bored, a Friend and a Good Wine

So, I blurted out how down I was feeling, and as usual, she rocked up with an excellent bottle of wine, the sort you intend to gulp down, but it tastes so good you sip it gently instead.  I talked, cried, yelled, all about something, everything and nothing. We went through my sex life of late, and Stevie asked “so, this guy, you broke up what, two weeks ago? And since then, you’ve only had your fingers?” I said that was the case. “And how often?” I paused to think...”well, I guess once a day for the first few days, but it’s been more lately, in fact (blushing) it’s been four or,five times a day in the last few days.”  And I realised. I was cumming, but the orgasms weren’t leaving me fulfilled. Huh. Who’d have thought? Stevie asked if I’d just masturbated, or done kinky stuff as well (this girl really knows me) It turns out that it’s been straight masturbation....I haven’t once thought of role playing, or panty wetting, or any of the stuff I do to liven things up.  Then she said “so, how long since you were with a girl.” There was that one night on holiday, but that’s a couple months back now. Taking a sip of her wine, she slumped back in her chair. “You, my girl, need pussy. You need to be totally dominated by cunt.” She sounded like Sherlock Holmes solving a case, and I half expected her to take out a  pipe and light it up.  There was a silence between us, but then there often is. We can be in each other’s company for hours and not say a word.  I found myself reaching up the inside of my right leg, but I stopped myself almost immediately. Stevie, has caught the movement. “Go on. Don’t stop”  I actually felt nervous! Me! Me who loves masturbating and loves being watched even more! I. Felt. Nervous. As I let my knees spread and my hand caressed my white cotton panties, I had a series of flash thoughts. Stevie and I have talked about sex often but never done anything in front of or with each other. I’ve never fantasised about her. I really didn’t know where this was going. Soon, my hand was in my panties and I had a nice buzz going. My eyes were closed when I heard Stevie say “huh, well THIS won’t do.” I opened them and saw Stevie shucking her dress and walking over to me. I have small boobs....Stevie doesn’t seem to have any! Just the tiniest swelling with a little cherry nipple on each. She crawled up on the arms of my armchair so her crotch was level with my face. Oh fuck....I could smell her! its hard to describe another girl’s scent. There was a familiar musk  to it, but something lightheaded too, fresh, almost like cut flowers. She was kneeling on the padded arms with her hands on the back of the hair either side of my head. Totally in a dominant position. I had closed my eyes again, revelling in her warmth and her closeness.  I hadn’t made any move to kiss her panties, or suck them. Then somewhere in the back of my head I heard “fuck you, bitch” and suddenly, my top was wet. My eyes snapped open, and Stevie was very slowly peeing on my chest. “I know you like this. You’ve told:me often enough. I thought it try it.” Her voice sounded deeper now, heavier. My t shirt front was wet through and I felt it running down my tummy. My clit meanwhile had come alive in a way that it hadn’t been for a while now.  Suddenly, I wanted Stevie in a way that I never had before. I leaned forward and kissed her wet panties. My head seemed to explode with pheromones. Stevie wasn’t expecting that and she grunted. “Ohh...fuck....you dirty bitch.” I sucked her harder, probing the thin material with my tongue to find her clit.  Then, and don’t ask me how it happened, we were both on the floor. We had literally ripped each other’s clothing off and I was sucking on her nipple soooo hard! It made her hiss with pain, but the also said “oh don’t fucking stop” I had a hand between us both with two fingers jammed inside her and as I sucked and bit (Yes, me....bit!) her nipple I felt her cum on my fingers. There is something about making a girl cum that transcends the purely sexual. It’s almost a religious experience. Stevie came and I kept my fingers rigid inside her until the last contraction had ebbed away. I was so deep in her, I could feel her cervix dancing on my fingertips. Any guy who has his dick in her when she cums would have the top of his dick almost licked by it.  We migrated to the bedroom where we spent ages in each other’s arms just kissing and nuzzling. Stevie told me she had wanted to make love with me for years. I told her she could do,it any time she liked! Then she kissed down my body with exquisite slowness....all....the....way....down. She paused over my pierced nipples, and down my tummy, to my smooth mound. Then she sat up. “Apart from the nipple piercings, you look like a virgin schoolgirl!” And she giggled. I told her to wait.  I skipped off the bed and into my closet. Green cotton panties, green checked skirt, white shirt. When I emerged, I realised this was something I hadn’t bothered with either. I’d gotten lazy in some aspects of my sex life. I love dressing up when I masturbate. I lay back on the bed, and role,played the reluctant virgin, while Stevie gently persuaded me to “let her”. By the time she got her tongue on my clit I was ready. When she gently probed my ass with it, I came on her face. Hard!  Again she held me this time until the last rumblings ofmorgasm had faded. Then, she asked to see my toys. The love my glass dildo, but it was my strapon that attracted her. Having worked out how it works, she pulled my panties aside and fucked me with it. I came and came. I lost track of how many times I orgasmed. Running my hands over her feminine body was just what I needed, and I’ll tell you something else....Stevie can kiss! It may not sound much, but holy fuck....she can kiss!  She held my face and kissed me, nuzzled my neck, kissed my ear, and gently undid my blouse and kissed each nipple all while she was still inside me.  We spent the whole night making love. We must have fallen asleep at some point, but I kmow it was light when we did. And way too late when I woke up. (For the first time, I called in sick).  Stevie and I spent the next two days exploring each other. It was rampant, savage at times, unexpected at others. Oh, we left my home. It wasn’t all naked lust. We went shopping (Stevie borrowed some of my clothes since hers needed washing...and yes, she chose a pair of my used panties to wear out.) We also went swimming. What a tease that was! Seeing her slim body and not being able,to do anything about it! In the hot tub, we managed a bit of adolescent style groping under the bubbles. But it was in the changing rooms where we again had a quickie. I held Stevie from behind while I fingered her. At one point I pushed a finger up her ass....something she hadn’t experienced, while I told her I was fucking beer in the ass. It took mere seconds, or so it seemed for her to cum. Licking her squirt from her thigh (mixed with chlorine...yuck) was lovely.  Walking home hand in hand in our new clothes, we talked. What had happened? Why? Why now? Stevie said that last night when she peed on me was what I needed, and the rest of the night was what she needed.  As we walked I felt something new. Something I haven’t ever felt before. I felt a deep need for this girl. Something that went beyond just needing a fuck, or a cum.  Back at my house we made love again, this time in the softest, most romantic way imaginable. When we finished, she lay with her head on my shoulder and her arm around me. The whole room smelled of sex, and discarded clothes littered the floor.  Softly, almost so,softly that I didn’t hear it, Stevie said “I .....I love you. I think I’ve always loved you.”  And it clicked. I think I’ve always loved her too. How could,it have been unspoken for so many years? I kissed her cheek and felt the wetness of tears.  I rolled over to face her, and took her face in my hands. “Stevie, I love you too. I don’t know why it took so long, but I’ve realised something. I never fantasised about you. Not once. (Her eyes widened) oh, not because I didn’t find you sexy, but because to do so would have been, well, almost like rape. I didn’t want to imagine sex between us without your consent.” then I too was crying unashamedly. Stevie kissed my tears away, and kissed me into paradise.  I spent a week away from work, as did Stevie. We went out now and then, but spent most of the time making love. We did it passionately, gently, erotically, savagely, In role, out of role. We forbade each other nothing. Stevie is as into watersports as I am.  One thing I know. I feel better as I write this than I have for many years.  We talked, as well. “Do I still need dick?” I don’t know. Right now, I would say no. Does she? Again, right now, no. We promised to discuss it if either of us felt the need for a fucking. How long do we think this will last? Who knows? As long as it will. Further, if I have anything to do with it. Other sexual partners? No. Absolutely not. Two lesbians (well, I suppose two bisexual girls, because we both enjoy being fucked) shouldn’t be looking around, especially if this is more than just physical. Maybe we will experiment with a threesome or more in time, but for now, all we want is each other. We promised total openness. We won’t hide any desires from each other...ever. We will talk about everything. NOT talking, suppressing desires, is how relationships get fucked up. Well, wish me luck. Stevie is moving in with me next week.