There's Only So Much

It’s not as if my sex life has been boring. Far from it. I’ve had heterosexual and lesbian experiences and enjoyed both immensely. I’ve even had sex ‘in the family’ as you know, and enjoyed that immensely too. I have no problem with kinky sex at all and I really don’t think I have many, if any no-nos. 

It was only when I heard Alison cry out in orgasm while he boyfriend was fucking her that the penny dropped. I was lying on my bed, being an evil little bitch, ( her computer is on the home network and I know how to activate her webcam remotely so I was watching her getting fucked and masturbating accordingly) when I realised that what is missing is a partner. A sudden pang over the loss of Heather rolled through me, and it totally fucked up the approaching orgasm which simply fizzled out. I had been fucking myself with my dildo in time with Chris fucking Alison, and was building up to a climax to coincide with hers, but it just….went! 

And wouldn’t come back. Not even with a butt plug in, a dildo in my cunt and my vibrator. All that happened was a sore clit. 

I ended up pacing my room like a caged tiger with cunt juice running down my inner thighs like a feckin’ waterfall. I guess this is the female equivalent of blue balls. 

I could go out and get myself laid. It’s much easier for girls to do that, but I don’t want that. I want a partner. A lover. Something long term. 

I had a very cold shower and for a while that eased the need between my legs, but later that day, I tried getting myself off again, and I simply couldn’t cum. Oh I could almost get there. But no matter what Miss Brain supplied me with, even the most depraved images she could come up with didn’t do the job. 

The following morning, I was about to try again, but something told me not to bother. I simply knew I’d get all hot and bothered again for nothing. The day passed into afternoon, and all that happened was steadily dampening undies, but a sure certainty that even if Alison and I went to bed, (which we still do now and then even though she has a boyfriend) I wouldn’t get there. Fuck!

Sometimes you just have to wait and trust in fate. Late that afternoon my phone rang. “Hi Anna. Remember me?” At first I couldn’t place the voice. I knew it, but couldn’t put a face or a name to it. I hate when that happens. “I’ll give you a few minutes. It’s been a while since we sat on the school field flashing our panties.” Emily! Little Emily! The winner of the ‘most-unlikely-girl-to-ever-do-anything-sexual’ award. Yet she had willingly joined our little panty flashing group, AND been the first one to shave herself. She has moved back into the next town, and would I like to meet up? 

In a Starbucks, sitting by herself was Emily.. She would have had one more term of University, but said it wasn’t for her, and has dropped out. She looked almost unchanged. She didn’t seem to have changed a bit. Still a small girl about my height, small boobed too, and somehow, she still carried that innocent, almost timid look that she had when she was 17. We hugged and I felt her small boobs pressing into mine and the gates between my legs simply gushed! 

Chat…lots of chat…no boyfriend “actually, boys aren’t what I like”….future? “I just want to find a nice girl and get some meaningless little job somewhere….and as usual when girls meet, the topic turned easily to sex. “I loved what we did at school….some of those monks defo got hard ons….’polishing the bean’ after school every single feckin’ day. First lesbian experience at Uni…had a partner for a while, but too dominating…wanted a pet rather than a partner.” And just as easily I found myself telling her everything. Yes, everything. Tig (who she remembered of course) I took a deep breath and told her about Alison, and also my one encounter with dad last summer. She didn’t seem to mind in the least. “We all do what we need to do.” 

Then I told her a secret. “Emily, I masturbated over you. A lot. I had such fantasies…I’d be embarrassed to tell you half the things I imagined us doing together.” Emily took a long sip of her coffee and just came out with an almost dreamy “I used to imagine peeing on your panties…with you still in them.” Fuuuuuuck! I noticed I was drinking my coffe with my left hand. You can probably imagine where my right hand was, but we were in a booth…no one could see, and I realised I didn’t want anyone to see. 

Emily chatted on about her school and university masturbatory habits. She hasn’t had sex with a man. ‘No, not interested.’ I had to tell her. ‘I’m definitively bisexual, although mostly lesbian. I’d be lying to you if I said I didn’t need a cock now and then. I just need the roughness and, I actually enjoy the taste and feel of semen. Whoever I end up with, and I’m sure it will be a girl, would need to be ok with that.” 

Well, my lovelies, this conversation, and many like it, happened about a month ago. I didn’t tell you because until two days ago, I wasn’t sure where it was going, if anywhere. We would meet, usually at the same Starbucks, find a booth and talk. I found I was taking more and more effort to look nice when I met her. That day, I wore what Miss Brain tells me is my “follow me fuck me” day dress. Somehow it conveys an innocence that wants to be lost about it. I didn’t wear panties. 

Again, our talk centred  on school days and what passed for our sex lives back then. I was telling her about the very first time I went down on another girl when I felt her hand on my knee under the table. There was the slightest pressure, almost asking consent, which made me let my legs part almost virginally. Her delicate little hand travelled slowly up under my dress and for a moment, I was ashamed I hadn’t worn panties. What must she think of me? When her hand reached my cunt, I was already soaked. She didn’t aim for my clit at all. A finger simply slid deep inside me making me gasp. Then, as easily as it entered me it withdrew. Glistening with my wetness, she looked me deeply in my eyes and sucked it into her mouth. That simple action was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. Forget panty-wetting. Forget threesomes. Forget being fucked by my own dad. That finger in that mouth. It was so meaningful it almost made me cry. 

Tentatively, I put my hand on her knee and she opened her legs. I felt panties, but they were very wet. It was easy to work a finger under the leg hole and into her, and I returned the gesture. She tasted like nectar. 

I don’t even remember the journey back to her flat. I don’t remember the door closing behind us. I do remember us kissing in her lounge. Not as you might expect rabidly or violently, but gently and delicately. We undressed each other the same way, and we’re soon lying on the rug in front of her fire. There was no attempt at further sexual contact other than kissing for….for what…it felt like weeks…months….by the time she lay on her back underneath me and whispered “Oh Anna…make love to me….I’ve wanted you to do this for years.” I realised that I wanted this girl in my life. I also realised, because Miss Brain told me, that Emily had been the faceless subject of many masturbation sessions. These were the boobs I’d imagine. These were the legs. Unlike me, she isn’t completely shaved anymore but she is trimmed. There is a small V of hair that points to the very tip of her lips. Going down on her felt like drinking from the cup of the gods. 

As her climax approached she whispered “I squirt”. I realised also that I had taken no conscious part in this lovemaking. At no point did I think “I’ll do this now, or I’ll do that.” Things just happened, which is presumably why I had a finger deep in her bum and she was pressing down on it for more. Two fingers were deep in her tight cunt while my tongue danced a ballet with her clit. She came divinely, her back arching off the rug, and both hands clutching at the fibres of it. But best of all was the involuntary “Oh Anna… I love you.” as she flooded my face with her ejaculation. 

Then, we rolled over. My turn to be submissive which I love. I put my hands above my head on the rug and closed my eyes. Emily kissed me sweetly on the lips. “And now, my love, I will do what I wanted to do years ago.’ My eyes were tight closed as she kissed me. felt her knees either side of my hips and the heat from her sex over my pubis. And then a trickle. A few drops and another, more sustained trickle. The stream landed directly on my clit. I held her to me and she whispered “OK?” I found I couldn’t answer. I could only nod my assent. A slow delicate stream formed and I came…and came…and came…and came. I can truly say I have never ever cum like that. Forget any of the perverse things I’ve done before, this was far and away the most sensational orgasm ever. 

And it didn’t end there. She reached between us and I opened my legs as best I could. She curled two fingers inside me as she kissed down my sweating body. By the time she got between my legs I was so ready. More ready than I have ever been in my life. Emily could have done anything to me at that point, and I would have loved her for it. Two fingers inside me felt amazing. It became better when a finger slid into my bum. Everything was soaked down there of course, what with her squirt, my squirt  and her pee. I gave a passing thought to the fate of this rug, because I knew when I came again, I was likely to add to the mess. 

You know, I actually tried not to squirt again or pee. Emily knew in an instant. “It’s ok. Just let it go.” I gave into my orgasm and although I squirted, it wasn’t anything like as much and I was glad I didn’t pee, although, I must admit, part of me really wanted to. 

Then, just like that we were standing and hugging. God, but this room smelled of sex! Emily smiled at me and led me naked to her bathroom which is actually a wet room; no bath, just a toilet, sink, and shower on the wall and a small drain in the middle of the floor.  We showered together, and then, wrapped in thick warm towels, we went to bed where we made love again. 

Afterwards I cried my eyes out as she held me. What we had done was deep, meaningful, passionate, dirty, romantic, and she had made me cum in a way I hadn’t even dreamed of. She just held me until the storm had passed. I told her I felt,foolish, but that had been so beautiful I never wanted it to end. Again, she took my face in her hands and kissed me. ‘Why would you think it would end, Anna. I think I’ve always loved you.” and tears formed in her eyes. 

We talked. Oh how we talked. We talked clean through the night. She knows I need a cock now and then, but somehow, I think that it might be a very rare event…if, indeed, it happens at all. Oh, I know, I know, the first flush of a relationship is rose-tinted, and Heather and I started off passionately, but nothing even close to this. 

She skipped work the next day, and we didn’t even eat….well, other than each other. Discovery is a wonderful part of a relationship. Slowly, I’m learning not only about her, but about me too. I am finding things that turn me on that either didn’t before, or have, but not to this extent. Emily has acupuncture training, and she wanted to try a needle placement that was supposed to bring on erotic feelings. I’m not very good with needles, so I must admit I was hesitant, especially when she told me my nipples and clit would be involved as well as other areas. Anyway, she placed these long-assed needles, and at first yes, they stung like a bitch, but then followed warmth, and a deep, deep desire to close my eyes. 

All I was aware of was bodily sensations. If Miss Brain tried to get in on the act, I never knew about it. It felt…hmm..how to describe it…..ok, it stung at first, right. Then that stinging became warmth as I said, but then it felt like some kind of balance was being struck between all the points of the needles that stopped me being aware of them. A deep, deep warmth began between my legs which made me want to place the soles of my feet together and bring my heels right up to my bum. I just needed to be exposed…open. The feeling just seemed to swell until, without touching myself, I came, but came in a totally different way. 

That afternoon, she took me to a place she knows that does Yoni massages. Basically, you pay (a fuck ton of money) and then choose a girl you like the look of. Emily and I both chose the same girl. Then we all went into a heavily incensed room with soft Chinese music. Playing. Emily said, “I want to watch her make you cum.” That, apparently is what Yoni massages usually end up with. The masseuse doesn’t force it….if you cum you cum…if you don’t you don’t….but these girls are experts. Nine out of ten women who have Yoni massages will cum, and the masseuse seems to know when you've had enough. 

Anyway, Emily watched as this gorgeous girl slid out of her kimono and began to massage me. I loved it. It felt like the girl took some time to work out what I liked, and played to that. I had two small orgasms before a huge one. Then I got to watch Emily get the same treatment. I though I might feel insanely jealous seeing another girl fingering Emily,  but in fact, all I felt was a deep, deep love for her. (And I picked up a few tips for later.)

So that’s it, my lovelies. I’m on the brink of something that could be amazing. No. Don’t worry, I shan’t bore you with every little thing, but I suspect there will be things to share.