I woke up slowly. My first clear thought was that I must have slept for an
entire week. All of my tension seemed to be gone, and my body had the languid
heaviness of total relaxation. My mind felt surprisingly clear of worry.

Next came the realization that I was not alone in the bed. Someone's arm was
draped across my bare back, and my own arm was wrapped comfortably around the
naked waist of that someone. Our legs seemed to be intertwined under the sheet.
My cheek was cushioned on something warm and soft. I opened her eyes, more
curious than alarmed.

Jenny! My eyes snapped shut again. Fuzzy memories of the previous night came
back slowly. Wine, the soothing scent of candles and oils, a wonderful backrub
which had led to kissing and touching and an intense pleasure I had not known
existed. I held quite still and tried to recreate clearer images from my first
lesbian experience, but all I could really remember was that it had felt good,
and safe, and - for some inexplicable reason - right. I had been so preoccupied
with avoiding sex with men over the years that I had not even considered what
sex with a woman would be like. As if some inner light had suddenly been turned
on, I knew that I wanted to explore the possibilities further.

Opening my eyes once more, I glanced up and down without moving. I was facing
Jenny, who lay on her back with her head on the pillows. My head was lower,
resting comfortably on her right breast. My body had curled slightly inward,
with my right thigh across Jenny's and my knee bent so that my foot was tucked
under her calf. Carefully I peeked upward, noting how her soft blonde hair was
spread across my pillow, and how deliciously pink her lips looked in the morning
light.

I shifted position slightly, preparing to push upward and maybe kiss those lips
awake. Instead, Jenny curled closer and I instinctively tightened my arm around
her waist. Still asleep, she brought her other arm around, and I found myself
loosely caged in a soft embrace. Jenny's left breast was now just inches from my
mouth, small and firm and topped by the smooth, rosy circle of her areola. For
some reason, the relaxed state of her nipple appeared as a challenge to me.
Without thinking, I flicked my tongue gently over the very tip. Within seconds
it began to pucker, and Jenny sighed softly in her sleep. Pulling her just a
little closer, I wrapped my lips around the entire areola and began to suckle
gently.

The surge of pleasure this brought me must have had its roots in infancy, but
there was nothing childlike about my body's reaction. A tingling spread quickly
from my lips to my breasts, and then between my legs. I felt my breasts swell
against the sheet, as if they remembered the sensations of last night. Jenny's
nipple was now a hard little pebble against my tongue, and my own were hardening
in sympathy. I considered what I would want her to do to me; my hand came up to
encircle her breast and I began to knead the soft flesh as I subtly increased
the pull of my mouth. I fell into a rhythm of squeezing and sucking that was
almost hypnotic. Her heart beat steadily under my ear, and I timed myself to
draw on her nipple with every other beat, kneading in between. Her skin smelled
like peaches, with an enticing hint of female musk. I was looking forward to
tasting more of her, but was in no hurry.

When I finally felt Jenny stirring beneath me, I pressed gently against her
shoulder until she rolled backwards, then fastened my wet lips against her other
breast. This nipple was already hard, so I immediately resumed my rhythm,
content as a nursing child. I heard her sigh softly, then felt her hand move
from my arm to the back of my head. As I continued to suckle, I lifted my free
hand to her other breast and caressed it softly, tracing its contours and
brushing my thumb over the nipple to keep it happy. Jenny smoothed my hair, and
then I felt her fingers curl and hold me in place. For a long time we lay like
that, with soft sighs and an occasional moist sucking sound.

Finally, cautiously, I lifted my face and looked up. Her eyes were half closed
with pleasure, but opened fully after a moment to study me curiously. Perhaps
she was worried about my morning-after reaction to her seduction. I had no
qualms about reassuring her that I had no regrets. Quickly shifting position, I
straddled her hips and bent forward to place a tender kiss on her forehead, then
her mouth. When I looked up again, there was a smile in her eyes that made me
shiver with desire.

"I want to make love to you," I told her. "Show me how to please you."

With a soft moan, she looked down between our bodies. I was leaning over her, my
hands braced on either side of her shoulders. She raised her hands to stroke my
hanging breasts, giving each nipple a teasing little pinch. I felt it all the
way down to my pussy, and knew instinctively that I was already wet. With a sly
smile, she reached for the bottle of massage oil that still sat on the
nightstand. As I watched, she anointed each of our breasts with a drop of the
oil, closed the lid and pushed the bottle aside. Then she put her hands at the
sides of her breasts and pressed inward until her nipples were directly under
mine. We both looked down as I lowered my shoulders until those sensitive buds
barely touched. The feeling was incredible. I took a deep breath, which caused
my breasts to sway across hers, which further intensified the sensation.
Watching those hard little points slip and slide over each other added to the
excitement. After a few minutes, though, the pleasure was almost unbearable.
Collapsing my elbows, I caught her open-mouthed with a wet kiss. Immediately her
hands were in my hair, holding my face to hers.

I had learned much about kissing the night before, and now I learned more. I
nibbled at her lips with mine, teased them with my tongue, and sucked hungrily
at them. I kissed her cheeks, her eyes, the tip of her nose, her throat. I felt
her hands sliding over my skin from my shoulders to my waist. Molding my mouth
to hers for a hot, hungry kiss, I rolled us onto our sides. Now I could stroke
her back as well. As our tongues plunged and caressed, her hands reached my ass.
Following her lead, I felt my fingers sink into her soft flesh. Acting on
instinct once again, I began squeezing her ass cheeks and pressing my pelvis to
hers. Our kissing became wetter and more erratic as we both began to gasp for
breath. The intensity of my desire for her startled me, and I buried my face in
her neck in sudden shame.

Jenny would have none of that. "There's nothing wrong with what we're doing,
honey," she whispered. "If we both enjoy it, and no one else gets hurt, where is
the harm? Relax. You started off beautifully . . . I love to wake up to a mouth
on my breast."

I smiled against her neck, and nibbled gently at her collarbone. Still, I was
unsure of myself. "Really? You didn't mind?"

"It was perfect. Sit up and look at me." As I complied, she kicked the sheet to
the end of the bed. I met her eyes for a couple of seconds and then glanced
quickly at her naked body. Her chest still rose and fell rapidly. Her arms and
legs were sleekly muscled, and tanned to a rich golden brown. Her breasts,
stomach and hips were somewhat lighter, but the only true contrast was the white
outline of a string bikini across her hips and over her triangle. I looked a
little closer; there was a small patch of pale blonde hair right above her slit,
but that was all. Feeling my face redden, I looked back up at her face.

"Don't be embarrassed. I like it when you look at me." She took my hand and
moved it in slow circles over her flat belly. "I like it when you touch me, too.
Your hands are so soft, your fingers so gentle," she crooned.

Taking encouragement from her tone, I let my hand trail over her hip and down
the top of one thigh. Her skin felt like warm silk. When she sighed and closed
her eyes, I continued onward - caressing down one calf and up the other. Her
body was beautiful, and just the sight of it increased the throbbing between my
legs. I stroked the tender flesh behind her knee, and was pleased to hear her
sudden intake of breath. Moving on, I touched her other thigh and hip, then
trailed my hand up her side. A tremor ran through her as I traced the undersides
of her breasts, but I did not stop. Now my hand was making a large circle, hip
to thighs to hip to stomach. With each circuit I moved inward slightly. Jenny
sighed deeply and let her legs fall apart, and I took the opportunity to touch
the even softer skin of her inner thighs. Just as my fingers brushed against her
bare pussy lips, I chickened out. Helplessly, I leaned over and kissed her lips
briefly.

"I'm sorry . . . I don't know if I can."

Jenny lifted her arms and pulled me down beside her, then kissed me deeply. Her
tongue thrust in and out of my mouth several times, raising my desire to new
heights. I rolled on top of her and glued my lips to hers, wanting to consume
her totally. When I felt her shifting beneath me, I lifted my head.

"God Pam . . . you make me so hot!" she breathed. "I need to get off. Will you
help me?" Her words served to inflame me. I kissed her again, then propped
myself on my elbow, facing her. "Show me," I begged.

With a soft giggle, she moved slightly and then pressed against the back of my
head. Happily I put my mouth to her lower breast and raised my hand to the
other. After just a few seconds of licking and kneading, I felt her lifting my
hand and looked up. "Just keep sucking me . . . it feels so good," she gasped.
"I'll put your hand where I need it and show you what to do."

To my surprise, she lifted my hand to her mouth. Slowly she planted a wet kiss
on my palm, and then pressed her tongue to the very center. I shivered and
involuntarily tugged a little harder on the nipple in my mouth. Gasping "oh,
yes!" she then guided my hand slowly over her ribs and belly, and pressed it
flat against her mound. Concentrating my attention on the delicious sensation of
her breast against my mouth, I did not notice at first that she had spread her
legs wider and was directing my fingers to her slit. By the time awareness came,
I was so aroused that it did not alarm me when my fingers encountered her
wetness. Instead I felt a rush of erotic power; I had brought her to this state
of readiness, I was the cause of her pleasure. Again instinct took over. I
cupped her pussy in my hand, and felt the moist heat there. I tickled the
delicate, smooth skin at the very tops of her thighs. I traced the outer edges
of her pussy, then the pouting outline of her labia. I felt her go still and
hold her breath, so I strengthened my sucking another degree and dipped my
middle finger into her wetness.

"Ooooh . . . yes Pam . . . yes!" Jenny sobbed.

Of course I knew the topography down there, and knew from the occasional
masturbation session what felt good. I pressed two more fingers against her,
using them to spread her juices all over her bare labia. I located her hole, and
traced its dimensions with one fingertip. Then I slid my fingers along her slit
to her clitoris, very carefully feeling all around without directly touching it.
Jenny moaned loudly and pushed her hips forward.

The last of my fears and reservations fell away. I wanted to see what I was
doing, wanted to watch her pleasure grow, wanted to see her face as she came. I
wanted to give back everything she had given me the night before. I sat up and
positioned myself cross-legged between her knees. Immediately, she draped her
legs over my thighs, opening herself to me. Her eyes were closed, her hands
clutching the sheets on either side of her hips. Her pussy was bright pink and
glistening. Mesmerized, I pushed one finger inside her. Her low-pitched moan
turned me on; as did the way her vagina gripped my finger. Withdrawing, I added
a second finger for the next thrust. Her moan was louder this time, and
triggered a feeling of desperate need in my own pussy. No longer concerned with
thoughts of right and wrong, I put my other hand between my legs as I pushed
three fingers into Jenny's dripping hole and rubbed my thumb over her clit.

She began to come immediately, thrusting her hips back and forth on my fingers
so hard that I had to do very little but hold them in place. Her head was back
and her eyes were closed, but her mouth was open in a soundless scream. Her
entire body was flushed, and her breasts bounced gently as she strained toward
my fingers. I stroked faster against her clit (and my own) and thrust deeper
with my fingers. She was writhing on the bed now in total abandon, pleading for
me to finish her. Not knowing what else to do, I increased the pace of both
hands. Just as a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me, Jenny tensed. I pressed
hard on her clit and thrust deep, curling and straightening my fingers inside
her. She came with a high-pitched wail and a strong contraction of muscles
around my fingers.

After a moment or two, she opened her eyes and focused on me. "Thank you," she
whispered. I smiled and withdrew my hand from her, feeling the little
aftershocks it caused. She smiled back, and looked down to where my other hand
still lay between my legs. She struggled to a sitting position, reaching down to
lift it to her mouth. Her tongue was warm and rough as she licked up my juices
and sucked on my fingers, and I could not tear my eyes away from the sight.
Finally she looked me in the eye and deliberately lifted my other hand to my own
mouth.

Timidly, I closed my eyes and licked the tip of one finger. Then I licked a
little more. Intentionally thinking about where my fingers had been, I sucked
one into my mouth. The taste was salty and sweet and tangy all at once; honey
laced with exotic spices. I opened my eyes as I started to clean another finger.
Jenny reached down and rubbed two fingers across my dripping pussy, causing me
to jump a little. Our eyes met and held as we sucked each other's juices off our
hands. With each taste I loved the flavor of Jenny more. By the time my fingers
were clean, I was trembling all over with desire. The only thing I could think
of was drinking her nectar from its source.

I leaned forward and licked her lips, then gave her a deep kiss. I tasted myself
on her tongue, and knew the reverse was also true. She raised her hands to my
breasts, and I followed suit. We fell to the bed, touching and kissing, both of
us getting more excited by the minute. Gasping for breath, I raised my head.

"Jenny . . . can I . . . you know . . ." I blushed and tried to look away.

She held my chin in place, but gently. "Say it out loud, Pam. I need to hear you
say that you want me," she pleaded.

I moved my hands to her ass and squeezed. Taking a deep breath, I forced out the
words. "I want to eat you, Jenny. I want to taste your honey again. I want to
make you come with my mouth."

By the time the words were out, she was grinding her hips against mine
convulsively. "God, yes! Oh Pam, I want you too . . . I want to bury my tongue
in your delicious pussy and feel you tremble. I want us to come together this
time!"

Her words turned me on so much I almost came on the spot. After one more very
hot kiss, we squirmed into position on our sides, face to pussy. I rested my
head on her lower thigh, and she bent her other leg over my shoulder while
pulling me into the same position. The scent of her was warm and intoxicating. I
dipped a finger into her and put it into my mouth, and was immediately swept
away by my lust. I began to lap at her, delicately at first and then more
hungrily.

At first, Jenny did only what I was doing; then she must have decided that I
needed a little non-verbal coaching. I felt her fingers sliding into me as her
lips encircled my throbbing clit. As I followed suit, she began tickling me with
her tongue. I pressed closer to her face and did the same at my end. When she
began to tremble, I upped the ante by sucking her clit into my mouth as I thrust
my fingers slowly in and out. She sucked hard on me as well, and filled me with
her fingers over and over again. Straining toward my own orgasm, I doubled my
efforts to make her come. All of a sudden, I felt a cool breeze drifting over my
thigh.

"Slow down, Pam," she gasped. "Let's make it last a long time."

I pulled away, gasping for breath and wanting to cry. After a moment, I felt her
slowly licking the entire length of my slit. With a ragged sigh I went back to
work. Soon we both had our hunger back down to a simmering boil. Rubbing the
flat of my tongue slowly back and forth, I reached around and began to knead the
firm flesh of her ass. As she squeezed my ass in return, I lapped at the juices
pouring out of her hole. Oh sweet, wet heaven! She took it a step further,
dipping her tongue into me, so I mimicked her. Twisting slightly, I was able to
get both hands on her ass. Pushing her cheeks together and then pulling them
apart, I tongue fucked her several times - slowly - before I felt her licking
all around the inner walls of my vagina. The world seemed to explode. I crushed
her ass in my hands as I shoved my tongue inside her as far as it would go and
wriggled it around. I heard Jenny moaning, and felt the vibrations of the sound
tickle my clit. Sobbing my own pleasure, I sucked and swallowed as the juices
poured out of her. We ground against each other helplessly, licking and
squeezing and crying out as we each reached our own climax while trying to
prolong the other's. Then the world seemed to go black.

When I opened my eyes again, Jenny was leaning down to kiss me. Our lips moved
slowly together, as we tasted each other and ourselves. Then Jenny wrapped her
arms around me and smiled.

"I love eating pussy before breakfast . . . but just wait until I show you what
we do after lunch!"

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