Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 22:58:35 +0530
From: Leila Benson <leila113@lycos.com>
Subject: We - Joan And I. Lesbian/Beginning (f/f)

This is my first attempt to write a story to achieve a long-felt
ambition. I had read some erotic pieces before, and some were very good
indeed. Still I wanted see if I could reach out with just words and achieve
the desired effect. Turning you on of course! This piece became a part in a
much longer story which I'm now trying to break up into chapters.

I would love to know if I had my desired effect.

This story describes how two teen-age girls discovered there own sexuality,
with some help from each other. It's very much taken from life. I guess you
might say, it's mostly a true story.


If this kind of story is problem for you go no further.
leila113@lycos.com

Title - "We - Joan and I."
Central characters - Two teen-age girls.
Category -Lesbian Beginnings.

We - Joan And I.
Leila Benson.


Well I think I should begin at the beginning: I guess the years before
hormones start their wonderful change, I was pretty oblivious to sexual
things. I was somewhat aware of both of my brother's awakening to girls
before my own sexual awareness. I just saw the physical change and
awkwardness. I just remember this with Andy; I was much to young to notice
Steve's.


Just a word about my folk's; they were and are quite liberal politically
and sexually. In some way, they are still a bit from the late 60s and
70s. They however did set some reasonable limits for all of us, but they
were always available to help us sort out what some of the limits were, and
why they had them. Looking back, sex was not a casual topic of
conversation, but it certainly wasn't taboo either. Compared to my friends,
I think things were fairly loose in my house.

I knew a fair amount about sex I guess when I was about 10-11. I used to
read a great deal, sometimes not always the most appropriate books for a
young girl. These were always from the bookshelf in my parent's bedroom. To
say the least, all of this information was completely abstract. Then of
course there were the Sex Ed classes in Jr. High School. This was when I
was about 12.

I of course realize now how abstract and dry this all was until about the
time I got my first period and my own hormones began to flow. This was just
about when I was 13. My mom was great about it all. She had explained what
I was still a bit confused about in a way that was easy to take. Some of my
friend's of course by now where menstruating and we would talk some, but
not a lot. Boys of our age were silly little kids and really, just pests to
us.

My sexual feelings were sort of slow to develop. I just kind of thought
that when I got my period they would just happen like in some of the books
I had read. In retrospect of course, I was really extremely innocent. I did
have sort of waves of desire, always the strongest the week or so before my
period. They had no focus. They were simply a diffuse sexual awareness.

I should also tell you that I was quite undeveloped physically at that
age. I guess I was about 14. My mom was very reassuring that things would
change and of course, I had changed a great deal in the past year but not
enough for me! My hair was quite light, lighter than now. I hardly had any
pubic hair, just some blonde soft fluff. My breasts consisted of large
aureoles and somewhat prominent nipples. They were then, and still are,
very sensitive the week before my period, and caused me a great deal of
embarrassment. They were usually erect and I thought every boy was looking
at me! When my brother Andy used to tell me later about always having
erections when he was in his mid teens and always feeling embarrassed I
understood completely!


I began to try to masturbate very soon after menstruation. I knew a
reasonable amount about "pleasuring ones self", from one of my moms
books. I do remember an English Doctor wrote it.

This would usually lead to too me getting myself very excited, irritating
myself and at best, I'd have a little orgasm, which was very frustrating to
say the least. The book was very sketchy on details. To say that my
technique was poor was an understatement. I would rub myself on my outer
lips or my clitoral hood, sometimes inside with my wet finger. I was
careful not to touch my clit directly, that I found too intense and that
would stop me, or quickly throw me into a sharp, completely unsatisfying
little climax.

I usually pulled my nipple gently at the same speed and sometimes I could
cum a little just from doing that.

I was quite slim then (I am still) I think about 100 lbs. My butt was in
some ways the womanliest part of me. It had real shape and had changed a
great deal in the past year.

My best friend's name was Joan, she was my age and in most of my classes at
school. She also lived close by.

She was dark compared to me and much more developed. Fuller in many
ways. She had a full mouth and a real figure and she had breasts! I was
quite jealous. I can't tell you that we shared sexual secrets, first of
all, I had none other than my pathetic masturbation, and she never said
anything about sex and I was much to shy to ask her. However, we were very
close.

On day fishing around in the bookcase in my folk's bedroom, I found
videotape behind the books. It had no box, and a sort of a crude label
titled "Young First Time Amateurs # 18". I knew almost at once that this
was a sex tape. I don't quite know how, but I knew.

No one was home and not expected for hours. I was filled with excited
anticipation. I pulled the shades down and put the tape in. After a short
while the title came on, it faded out, and we were in a bedroom with a
couple who were pretty young. I guess maybe in their late teens or
20s. Well you can guess the rest. I was beside myself with excitement.

Some of the episodes were better, or at least much more exciting than
other's, some were sort of silly. The girl-girl parts were a high point! By
the time it was over, I was in a full blown sexually aroused state. I had
never felt quite so excited except perhaps before I had one of my kind of
semi orgasms while masturbating.

I pulled my jeans off, took my panties off and found my panties were
sopping wet. I thought I had an accident and urinated, but I could smell my
little pussy and myself, it was that strong. My crotch and thighs were wet
with a much thicker juice, I knew it was from my excitement watching the
video's. I rewound the tape a little, got a towel and put it under my
ass. Played the tape, masturbated a little and had the most extraordinary
orgasm of my life. I was completely surprised by the power of it. Wave
after wave, it was as though I was having spasms, waves of orgasms then
shudders then another orgasm. This finally slowed down and I really only
stopped because it was simply getting too intense. I just needed to end it.

I just lay there spent with little tiny sorts of after shocks, like little
flutters in my vagina. Then quiet. I lay there a few minutes I guess. I may
have dozed off for a second or two. The tape was still playing. I looked
for a second and could see it still had some power for me. I quickly got up
stopped and rewound the tape. Threw my wet panties in the clothes hamper.

Made certain I hadn't stained the cover on my folk's bed, and rewound and
put the tape back where it had been hidden. I then took a shower. I was
very, very careful not to touch myself in any erogenous area; I was still
so sexually awakened. I dried myself off carefully, got dressed, made the
bed, doubled checked the hiding place and went to my room.

I drifted off to sleep. I woke up about an hour later with a plan forming
in my mind. I wanted Joan to see the tape and I needed to think quite
carefully about my next move. I think this was the first, what one might
call an obsession.

I spent the rest of the day in a sort of happy excited state. The day was
sort of busy with the usual boring chores like laundry, putting dishes away
from the dishwasher and setting the table. I was of unusually good cheer,
so much so that both my mom and dad noticed it when they came home. My
brother as usual noticed nothing at all about me. I happily went to my room
and did my homework. I could hardly wait to think fully about the afternoon
and my plans, which were only vaguely forming.

The more I thought about it the more I thought that directness was the best
way to proceed, I simply would ask her over on an afternoon or evening when
I knew for certain that we would be alone for some hours. We would work on
our homework, something that we had done together since the sixth grade. I
was certain she would want to see the tape if I asked her. The rest was
completely hazy and I frankly kept putting it out of my mind. Today you
would call that denial. I did feel certain that she would also be excited
by the tape, at least I thought she would. The idea that she would be upset
or angry did briefly cross my mind but I really did not want to deal with
that notion. I needed to build up my confidence, not cause any doubt.

A few nervous days later when I knew we could be alone I asked her if she
wanted to come over. It would be a Friday evening. My brother was sleeping
at his friends and my folks were going to a party, that I was certain would
rarely bring them home earlier than 1 a.m. I asked my mom if Joan could
come over to do homework and maybe stay over. Joan coming over was
completely commonplace but staying over was unusual. I only had a single
bed in my room and I would have to setup the folding bed from the hall
closet. My mom agreed if I would do the setting up and if Joan 's parent's
agreed. I told her I would take care of everything.

That night I called Joan to ask her and crossed my finger's it would work
out. She seemed pleased by the invitation. She said she would ask her mom
and call right back which she did. She put her mom on, who asked if my
mother knew and I reassured her she did. She then readily agreed and put
Joan back on the phone. We made final plans for her to come over after
supper. I knew with my folks going to a party a dinner guest would be a
little awkward. They both always fussed about the way they dressed and
looked. I loved that about them. In some ways, they were like teenagers.

After school we would rent a video to watch when we had completed our
homework. Joan would come over at about 8 p.m.

After school on Friday we went to the Video Rental Store and quickly rented
" Sleepless in Seattle ", the last thing I wanted was any static about what
we should rent. I had already seen the film twice so it made little
difference to me. We parted at her house and I continued home. Supper was
takeout so my chores were minimal. I cleaned up then went upstairs to watch
my mom get ready. This was something I always loved to watch as she tried
on all sorts of things before settling on her outfit. My dad was not that
different he just had less choice. They both looked great! Youthful and all
excited about the evening to come. If they only knew how excited I was!

Joan came over at about 8 p.m., wearing, of all things, her old sweat pants
and polo shirt. She made a big fuss about the way my folks looked. They
loved it! I asked if we could watch the video in their bedroom and work at
their desk they said, " fine just don't mess up the room". And kissed us
both goodnight.

We finished the homework in a short time. I guess it was an hour or so. I
must tell you I was in a state. I was extremely nervous, which I of course
I tried to conceal from Joan, who kept asking me if everything was ok. I
reassured her and told her some stupid story about my folks getting ready
and how tense that always made me feel. I knew I was flushed, because I
could see myself in the closet mirror. All I was wearing, were some old
shorts and a sort of T-shirt. I was not exactly dressed warmly. I could
feel my heart in my mouth, in my temple, and most disturbing of all in my
vagina!

I knew the moment had come. Trying to keep my voice very mater of fact, I
asked her "Joan have you ever seen one of those triple x video's, you know
the ones in the adult section of the video store."

It even sounded calm to me. I felt as though I was two people, the outer
calm one and the inner one in turmoil. Joan answered very quietly said, "No
I never have, I've always wanted to watch one of the adult pay channels but
I was afraid the charge would show on my folk's statement, so I never
did. Sometimes you can see this sort of scrambled picture but it's too
annoying to try to make it out. But I would love to see one".

I asked her, "Joan, what if I told you I had one here right now, do you
want to see it? "

"Are you kidding?" she exclaimed. "Of course I do. What do you have?"

I explained how I discovered it, but found myself not telling her I had
already seen it. I somehow thought it would be more exciting if we were
sort of even in the experience, and also, for some reason I was a little
embarrassed to admit I had seen it alone. I got the tape from its hiding
place, and I showed her the title.

"Boy! This is going to be great!" She blurted out. She was more into it
than I could have ever imagined.

We were sitting on the edge of my folk's bed. The TV and VCR were in the
armoire directly in front of the bed. I got up to open the armoire and
turned the light off at the desk and put a low light on in the dressing
alcove leading to the bathroom. I was very cool looking, but my legs were
actually shaking. That's how nervous I was.

I put the TV and VCR on, slipped the tape in and returned to the edge of
the bed. I asked Joan to give me the remote from the shelf behind the
bed. She did, and she settled in the middle of the bed sitting
cross-legged. I sat at the front edge. Joan asked me if my folks or anyone
could interrupt us? I assured her that we were going to be alone for many
hours. She seemed to relax even more hearing that.

I said, "Are you set Joan?"

"Let's go" she answered.

I started the tape. Joan was chatting away asking all sorts of questions
like, "I wonder who the people are! Are they really amateurs or models".

When the first couple appeared and began to talk and then kiss and fondle
each other and take off their clothes, Joan became very silent. I could
feel her directly behind my back and feel her legs on my lower back. I was
too shy to look at her. As the sexual action increased on the screen Joan,
just made quiet comments like "God, this is amazing" or "I kind of think
she's pretty, don't you"? He's a nice looking guy".

I just sat at the foot of the bed staring straight ahead in silence. In the
first few scenes, I was so nervous that I was only somewhat aware of what
was going on in the video. Of course, I knew a lot of sexual stuff was
flowing by, but I think I was much to self conscious to have any strong
sexual feelings at that point. I was extremely aware of Joan directly
behind me.

I could hear her every breath. I could hear the change in her breathing. I
could feel her shift her body on the bed. Feel her legs on my lower back. I
could even feel the heat from her body directly behind me.

Joan asked me if I had ever done anything like this. "Are you crazy" I
answered. I blurted out "I don't even really know how to masturbate!"

That sort of broke the tension and we both started to laugh. As we
continued to watch the video, my sexual arousal started to grow stronger
than my self-consciousness. I was very aware of Joan behind me. Even her
bare foot touching my hip was somehow exciting. I knew that I was flushed
and that my nipples were erect. I had to hold back a strong urge to touch
them.

"God, Molly this is getting me very excited. I think I learned more about
sex in the last few minutes than I ever really knew for real. What about
you?"

I turned and really looked at her for the first time. She also was flushed,
with a film of perspiration on her face. She kept wetting her lips with her
tongue. "To be honest with you Joan, I can hardly stand it. Don't get me
wrong I mean I've gotten so excited I have to stop this for a minute. I
also have to pee like crazy!"

I stopped the tape, got up and went to the toilet and peed. That was a
relief, but even that felt sexual. I went to dry myself off and realized
that I was very wet from vaginal leakage. My panties were also wet. I took
them off, washed myself off, threw them in the hamper, and dusted myself
off with some talc from my mom's makeup table. I left, and Joan took her
turn.

When we settled back on the bed, the spell had been somewhat broken. Which
was a bit of a let down but also a relief. We rearranged ourselves with
both of us leaning back on the pillows with our legs outstretched. Then
Joan asked me what I meant by never really knowing how to masturbate. She
also was curious to know if I ever had a real orgasm. I had to admit to
her, that I really never did and described to her my sort of pathetic
attempts.

Her questions were very gentle, very sweet. I felt I could completely trust
her, but I didn't tell her about masturbating to the tapes and the cums I
had given myself. I told her about how while watching the tape just now, my
panties had gotten so wet that I had to take them off and put them in the
hamper. She said the same thing had happened to her but she was still
wearing them and hadn't known what to do.

I told her to take them off. When she got up I saw that her gray sweatpants
were obviously stained and pointed it out. She was a little embarrassed I
think. I told her to take them all off and I would throw it all in the
washer with my own wet panties. She slipped them off quickly and was
standing in front of me just wearing her polo shirt.

I was somewhat taken aback by the fact that Joan had a complete mound of
dark public hair. I could see that it was wet and sort of matted. She
looked so much more adult than I. I told her if she wanted she could clean
herself off and while she did that, I would start the wash. She laughed and
said if we watched the rest of the tape it will just happen some more. I
smiled and agreed and took the clothes downstairs and started the washing
machine.

When I returned Joan was wearing an old silk bathrobe of my mom's. "I hope
you don't mind? It was hanging up behind the door. I also used some of the
same talcum powder that you used. I could smell it on you and on the
table." Joan said.

"Of course you can." I said. "Doesn't it smell great? Better than we did."

She laughed at my little joke. "You know Molly, I think maybe we should put
something on the bedspread. I don't want to stain it. I've never flowed
like this before; then again, I don't think I've ever felt like this. It's
a little scary."

"Don't worry," I said, "I'll get some towels to put down. You look great in
that robe. Very sexy. Very adult."

I was a little taken aback by my own boldness but she seemed pleased and
smiled at me. We both put down a couple of towels over the bedcovers. Her
robe kept slipping open and I kept seeing her mound. It was now dry and
obviously covered in talc. Her public hair was almost white. I remarked
about it and she laughed and sort of dusted herself off.

"Is that better?" she asked.

"Definitely" I agreed.

We both sort of got into a sort of giggling fit. I think we were both very
tense, to put it mildly. I heard myself asking her to make herself more
comfortable and take off her polo shirt and I would go to my room and get
in my PJs. I was also aware that I had no panties and didn't want to stain
my shorts. So I pranced out changed quickly and came back in my PJs. That
little break was helpful, it allowed me to calm myself down and think more
clearly. I really didn't have a plan but I wanted to feel a little more in
control than I did before.

Joan was sort of lying with her head up on some extra pillows she had found
on a shelf in the dressing alcove. She had built a mound of pillows for
me. "Is this ok?" she asked.

"Great" I said. "Boy does this look comfy?.

The armoire was slightly off center as was the TV, so we both found
ourselves lying on our left sides facing the TV.

I asked her. "Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be". She answered with a slightly nervous
smile. "Let it roll".

I started the tape.

The girls in the tape could have been teenagers but I would guess they were
in their early twenties. Neither one was beautiful or looked like models. I
guess you might say that they were sort of pretty. Very real looking, not
at all like actresses. One of the girls was called Alice. She was very
slender and pale. She had short sandy blonde hair cut in sort of bangs. She
was wearing a white mitty blouse and a dark blue skirt. She was wearing
loafers with white ankle socks.

I recall all of this very clearly, because I remember thinking that they
want her or she wants to look like a schoolgirl. The other girl had long,
very dark curly hair with very strong features. Her body was womanly. She
was very distinctive looking, more exotic, maybe Italian or Greek. She was
dressed in the same way. They looked like they went to a Parochial School.

I think that the realness of the girls added a lot to making the tapes as
powerful as they were. The setting also helped. It was a regular looking
living room with a big comfortable kind of beige sectional couch with big
dark tan pillows and I remember a fireplace. There was a sort of thick
carpet on the floor. There were tall plants near the window. It seemed to
be in the daytime, as I could see light coming through sheer drapes. The
room in fact was rather pretty. I remember the room perfectly. Of course,
I've seen this part of the tape a number of times.

As the interaction of the girls on the tape proceeded, I again became
extremely aware of Joan. Only this time my feelings were just strongly
sexual. This time she was not at my back, but directly in front of me as I
sort of lay on my left side. Joan was making small little comments almost
to herself.

All I heard her say was, "This is so exciting."

She turned around, and asked me, "Molly are you as turned on as me? I can
hardly stand it."

I was surprised by her frankness, and answered boldly. "God Joan I think I
need to touch myself, but I'm a little shy I guess. I can hardly stand it."

"Please go ahead. I feel like that too. Maybe we can help each other, sort
of like on the video. Would that be ok? She asked.

"I think I'd love that." I answered quietly.

I moved closer to her back and reached around her. My breasts and nipples
against her warm back felt wonderful. Her breasts where exposed to my
hands. I hesitated for a moment, then gently touched her nipples with the
tips of my fingers. Joan gasped and sucked in air. "Is that ok?" I asked.

"Oh yes. That feels so good. Do that some more. Please Molly. Yes like
that. Oh that's so great."

I felt bolder at her urging and took her nipples between my fingers and
squeezed and rolled them. She kept whispering, "yes, yes, yes." She was
kind of urging me on I think. I certainly needed no urging.

Feeling her engorged nipples in my fingers and her reaction to the various
ways I touched and kneaded them was enough for me. I was watching the video
at the same time. It was almost impossible to fully concentrate on the
video with the real thing happening in my arms and fingers, so I reached
over for the remote and turned the set off. Joan turned to me; her head was
on the pillow with her long dark hair spread out.

Without hesitating I bent down and kissed her. The moment my lips touched
hers, she opened them and her tongue shot into my mouth. I never expected
this. Joan began to almost eat my lips and tongue. She thrust her tongue
into my mouth, then began to intertwine it with my own. I was taken aback
and was passive to begin with, then I found myself answering her mouth with
mine. How I loved it!

We did this for awhile, then stopped to catch our breath, then continued. I
realized that I was almost straddling Joan. My knees were at her side. My
head now on her chest above her breasts. I felt Joan's hand's on the cheeks
of my ass pushing me down on her mound as she wiggled and thrust herself at
me. I returned the thrusts. I had never, never, been this excited before. I
also had absolutely no idea what to do at this moment.

Joan had taken her hands off my ass and gently pushed me up. I was now
sitting on top of her with my ass o her mound and my weight on my
knees. Joan with half shut eyes, reached up and began to fondle my breasts
very much as I had done to her. I almost yelled out it felt so wonderful.

"Oh God Joan don't stop please. That's so good, so good." I was actually
yelling.

I was almost out of control. Joan stopped and gently moved me off her so I
lay beside her. I realized that I was sopping wet. I could actually smell
myself and feel the wetness between my legs and on the PJ bottoms. I was
thinking about this and sort of catching my breath. Joan looked over and
saw the problem. My blue bottoms were wet. She reached over and told me to
lift my ass as she pulled them down and off. She dropped them on the
floor. I could feel the cold air on my wetness. Joan took a towel and moved
my legs apart and began to dry me. She was using the corner of the towel
and in my excited state, the drying itself even felt great. I raised my
knees and spread myself to allow her full access. Doing that in such an
open way was very thrilling for me. It was as if I was inviting Joan inside
me. And I was!

Well where was I? Oh yes. I wasn't at all certain what I should do at this
point. What I did know, was that I was as turned on as I had ever been in
my life. Joan was gently patting around my genitals and would occasionally
touch them. I was beside myself. I was by now lying there with my legs wide
open, my knees up, and arching myself up to her.

I could not have been any clearer about what I wanted her to do without
actually telling her .Yet she kept gently stroking me everywhere except
where I so desperately wanted her to be. In my fevered state I wasn't at
all certain if Joan was just teasing me, or somehow to shy to finally touch
me in the places that I wanted her so badly to.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any more. I heard myself almost yell. "Please
Joan help me!"

In that instant I somehow knew I had made a powerful sexual
commitment. Even if Joan asked me what I meant, or immediately began to get
me off, we were now sexually bonded. She, instead, asked a question. "Do
you want me to try to show you what I like?"

All I could say was, "Please, please." She removed the towel. By now, I
must have been wide open to her. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked
it, and then she placed it just inside my opening. She moved it in and out
in these little quick movements. I don't think her finger moved an
inch. Yet, it felt wonderful.

I heard her say. "Boy Molly, you are soooo wet. Is that good?"

She then moved up and along the lips. First, one side then the other. My
pelvis felt out of control. It was as though it was trying to capture her
fingers. Finally I reached down and pulled her fingers into my vaginal
opening and then on to my clitoris. I was moving her hand quickly and hard
against myself.

I heard her tell me, "Slow down, wait, I'll do it for you."

With that, she slowly and gently began to stroke me. I was by now tugging
at my swollen nipple to the rhythm of her fingers. I could feel it
building, I told her to go faster then faster yet, Which she did. I knew I
was about to explode. I was thrashing around the bed, when Joan pulled my
fingers from my nipple, leaned down and took it in her mouth. Just as she
started to suck, I began to cum. I felt this giant wave hit me. I pulled
Joan's head tight to my breast and her hand to my pussy. I kept screaming
curses. It was so strange. Again and again, like convulsions of the most
sublime kind. So good I was actually screaming "Shit! Christ! Fuck! Oh my
God! More! More! Yes! Yes!" Pleading for her, "not to stop".

This seemed to go on forever. At some point, I grabbed Joan's hand in a
tight grip. I could not, did not want anymore. I felt spent. So deliciously
satisfied that I had to just lie there and take that great feeling in. I
could still feel little uncontrollable twitches in my pussy, but I was now
entering this delightful state of bliss.

I soon became aware that I had Joan's hand in a tight grip, which I
relaxed. I looked down at Joan's head on my breast and I felt a great
peacefulness. Joan slowly turned her head back on the pillow. I felt the
coolness on my breast where she had just left. We were both naked lying
there. I felt a slight chill and pulled the comforter over us. I snuggled
close to Joan to pick up her warmth and to reassure her in some way, that I
felt extremely grateful and close to her at that moment.

She asked me quietly, "Was that good?"

I could barely speak. "Good? Good doesn't even begin to describe how that
felt or even feels now. God Joan, what have I missed? I want to give you,
what you've given to me. Tell me what to do. Anything at all. Anything."

We snuggled together for a minute or so. I placed my bare leg in between
hers and felt how wet she was. She was rubbing her pussy against my
thigh. I reached behind her with both hands and held her ass tight to my
thigh. She continued to rub herself on me I bent down under the covers and
nuzzled her breasts until I finally took one of her nipples in my mouth and
began to pull on it with lips.

Joan kept repeating. "So good. So good. Over and over!."

I began to feel warm and stifled under the covers. I pulled them down. Joan
lay flat on the mattress breathless. Panting for air. Her beautiful full
body flushed with excitement. Just hearing her and seeing how turned on she
was got me going again. I could actually feel my nipples become erect in
the thrill of seeing her lying there so exposed, with her dark hair
streaming over the pillow, her breasts wet from my saliva, her pussy and
upper thighs from her own juices.

I reached down to touch her between her legs. At my touch she opened
herself to me and held my hand to her wet self. I began to move around her
pussy. She was very much in charge though. She moved my two fingers inside
herself. It felt so warm and juicy inside. I could feel her vagina almost
grasp my fingers as I moved up to her clit. I kept going back and forth.

She kept saying "So good, yes that's it, yes, yes."

I felt as though she was encouraging me. Which of course she was. On my
own, I turned around to face her open pussy. I never removed my fingers
from their place inside and outside of her. I removed my finger's to see
her deep pink vagina beneath her beautiful darker lips and thick public
hair glistening with her own liquid. I was so close I could smell her musky
self.

I took both hands and placed them on either side of her pussy and pulled
her lips apart. I bent down and licked along one side of her lips then the
other. I gently moved the hood of her clit up to reveal it. It was very
different than mine. It was small like a little elongated pink pea. It
glisended with moisture. I placed the very tip of tongue on it, and moved
it ever so slightly. It was as though I had sent an electric shock through
her body.

"Wait, wait!" She cried out. "Too much. I don't want to cum yet."

She moved my head down a little. Not away. Just so my mouth was now off her
clit. I made my tongue as hard as I could, and slipped it into her vagina
as far as I could. Her taste was somewhat salty. Actually, it reminded me
of the smell of the seashore, only with a slightly metallic
undertone. Different in some ways from my own juice, which I had tasted and
smelled many times before. Hers was richer, deeper and more powerful, I
guess you could say more womanly.

I loved it! She was now holding the back of my head to herself and arching
herself into my licking, sucking, lapping mouth. I knew she was about to
explode from the pressure on my head, her bucking hips and deep moaning
sounds she was making. Then she did cum.

So different from mine. A few big bucks of her hips, then trembling of her
thighs. Then again, repeatedly a few more times. I could feel the trembling
in her thighs slowly calm down. I turned and placed one last kiss on her by
now sopping wet pussy and turned back up to hold her in my arms. I think we
were both trembling together at this point.

We gave each other such sweet kisses as though we were bringing ourselves
down from the same high peak. I think we both sort of drifted off to sleep
for a little while. I awaken with my arm stiff from being caught under
Joan's neck. As I tried to remove it without waking her, I found myself
looking at her full lovely face with it's delicious sweet pink lips, puffed
up from our passionate kissing and love-biting.

My heart was filled with such a powerful combination of love and continued
sexual heat smoldering in my depths. Joan's eyes fluttered awake. She
greeted me with such a glowing smile that I remember its warmth and power
even now.