I knocked the door for the third time. Did I get the room number wrong? I had been quite sure it was the one. I thought I remembered or maybe no one was in…but the lights were on. Just as I was turning to leave, I heard a key turn in the lock and the door came open. There she was. I was right after all. I turned back to the door, my heart thudding.
`Hello,’ I said,`remember me?’ She smiled and nodded her head. That’s the moment it dawned on me that there was actually a chance she wouldn’t have remembered my face. It had been dark, lights had been dim. Thankfully, she did remember me. I wasn’t sure if she remembered my name though. I had forgotten hers.
`Come in.’ She drew the door wider to create room for me to get in and I did. I was really nervous about this whole thing.
`I guess you’re wondering why I’m here_’ I started. She shut the door and turned the key in the lock. `I just thought I should thank you for your time last weekend. I’m Trudie by the way if you don’t remember my name.’ I was blabbering but I just couldn’t stop myself. Blame it on nerves and on her. Blame those two. I was still standing and she was watching me blabber her expression not betraying her thoughts. All she had on was black lace panties and a black bra. I figured she loved nudity. `Appreciating femininity’ I had been told the last time I was here, but then how was I supposed to keep my thoughts on track with her body right there for me to see. Lord knows that body had been on my mind all week. I could still see her dancing naked in the middle of this same room. I remembered everything so clearly and now I was back. Only this time there were no other people. This time it was just her and me. Why was I here? I told myself it was to thank her for all the good time I had last weekend but a part of me knew it wasn’t just that. I wanted to see her again and now that I had what next? That’s what I didn’t know.
`Come on, there’s no point in thanking me. It was nothing big. I’m glad you liked our attentions though. I’m Amanda just in case you didn’t get my name the last time and please do sit. Come…’She took my hand and led me to her bed. I sat. This is the same bed I had been on when all those hands had explored my body. All the other faces were blurry images in my head except for her and Remy. Amanda, her name was Amanda. I don’t know why I just hadn’t asked Remy for her name. I really don’t.
Now here I was, on a bed which had been the platform of pleasure. I suddenly realised she was holding a glass of juice out to me. I mumbled a `thank you’ and sipped. She lay on the bed and started asking questions about me and I kept answering. We talked for about an hour. By then my glass of juice was long gone. I refused to take anything else. I put the glass aside. We were speaking in low tones. I don’t know but it just seemed like the right thing to do. I watched the way her eyes lit up when she talked about something she liked, how her cheeks dimpled when she smiled…I lay on the bed facing her then she suddenly asked, `When did you become lesbian?’
`Not so long ago.’ She smiled.
`You’re still at the experimental stage, seeking to discover something new. After you could go back to being straight, or go lesbian or remain confused forever…’ Her fingers reached out and caressed my lips. `But I’ll take advantage of your confusion and confuse you a little further.’ Her eyes twinkled with excitement and a slight smile touched her lips as she drew closer to me. She kissed me gently on the lips. I kissed her back. I had dreamt of this all week. We kissed gently for a while until the kiss got heated. We started gripping each other and my clothes left my body, her underwear also went flying. I had this urge to pleasure her. I touched her boobs…they were so soft so good to touch. My fingers toyed with her nipples. We crisscrossed our legs till our pussies were touching then we both started to move rubbing our pussies together our moans filling the room. Our juices mixing as one with me wetting her pussy with my juices and hers flowing into mine. It was exciting. She started playing with her nipples and I did the same. I could feel a rush of lust go to my most sensitive part. Our movements got more rapid, more haphazard then we both suddenly went limp. Our orgasms making our chests thud. We stayed like that for a while then disentangled our limbs.
`That was beautiful,’ she said. I spread her legs and stuck a finger in her warm pussy. She moaned slightly.
`I never got to taste you,’ I said as I stuck the finger into my mouth and then sucked. She quietly watched me. `I need more.’ I positioned my head in between her legs. Her cunt was dripping wet. I took one long lick, then another. Her pussy lips were puffy and glistening, I nibbled them slowly, gently then I stuck one finger into her cunt again. Her pussy closed around it. I licked and sucked gently knowing that after the first orgasm it would be too sensitive, almost close to pain. I waited till she had adjusted to my tongue then I really went for it…this is what had brought me back to this room. I had wanted to taste her pussy…so I ate her pussy till she begged me to stop, till my face was wet with her juices…
Yours truly,
Trudie.
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