Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2000 07:23:27 CDT
From: Wendy Evans <we_1965@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lesbian/Beginnings/Tasting Lisa

I waited anxiously as Lisa lowered herself onto my waiting tongue.  I had 
never tasted another woman before, and I was eagerly waiting my first try.  
I began masturbating in my early teens, and to provide additional 
lubrication when I would rub myself too vigorously, I would lick my middle 
finger before I inserted it into my pussy.  I never paid attention to the 
flavor or musky scent of my juice.  It simply seemed natural to me to wet my 
finger with my saliva and plunge it into my waiting opening.

My few encounters with other girls were limited to sleep overs and daring 
erotic moments when my best friend -- or on a few occasions a couple of other 
close friends -- and I would do little stripteases for each other ending up 
with a masturbation show for each other.  Two girlfriends once engaged in a 
69 as my best friend Betsy and I watched.  Sitting side-by-side with our 
legs crossed over each other, we fingered ourselves watching Ann and Heather 
lick each other.  Betsy and I were too shy and not self confident enough to 
join the fun.  During many masturbation fantasies I have wondered what would 
have happened if I had placed my hand on Betsy's mound and diddled her.

Throughout my teens I masturbated regularly.  I was sure I wasn't the only 
girl who did it, but I was convinced that I was the only girl who did it so 
often.  I let my steady boyfriend play with my breasts, and sometimes when 
we found a secluded parking spot, I let him touch my pussy.  He liked to rub 
it, and I am sure he thought he was satisfying me, but I would wait until I 
was home, in my own bed, before I would cum using my own fingers.

In college, I awoke one evening to moaning sounds coming from my roommate's 
bed.  At first I thought she was ill, or perhaps having a bad dream.  
Through the little bit of light peeking in through the window, I was able to 
catch her in the shadows rubbing herself beneath the covers.  After several 
minutes I watched as she pushed the covers off, and with her fingers plunged 
in her pussy she began to hump and buck at her own hand.  My own fingers had 
slipped under my panties and I began to slowly diddle as I watched.  Diane 
was really going at it, and with her eyes closed tightly I was sure she 
wasn't paying attention to me.  Feeling a little daring, I pushed my covers 
off.  Diane cocked her head in my direction, but I could see her eyes were 
still closed.  As I watched her reach her orgasm, I went over the edge with 
her, positive that she was unaware that I had masturbated while watching 
her.

This scene was repeated often throughout our college years, and it wasn't 
until we were at our 5-year reunion that we even spoke about it.  For the 
three years we shared a dormitory room together -- Diane moved to an 
apartment off campus in our senior year -- the two of us masturbated thinking 
the other was asleep or not paying attention.  Little did either of us know 
our furious fingering was fueled by watching the other.  I can only wonder 
what would have happened if either of us had snapped on the light, or called 
out to the other to join her in bed.

So, here I was, laying on Lisa's bed, my tongue touching a wanting, wet 
pussy for the first time, remembering all the missed opportunities to share 
making love with another woman.  I saw Betsy's pink little opening, I saw 
Diane's pouty lips, I saw Heather's thick and throbbing clit, and I saw 
Ann's tight little asshole.  Most important, I could taste the flavor of 
Lisa, and smell the erotic musky aroma of her cunt, and I knew that my 
latent bi-sexual fantasies were to become reality.

I reached up to spread Lisa's lips apart and flicked my tongue across her 
opening.  Raising my head, I aimed my tongue at the pink, wet hole and 
pressed my tongue into it.  Her flavor was more than I expected, and I 
couldn't resist cumming again as I tasted my first pussy.  Lisa squirmed her 
bottom down on my face as I began to lick, kiss and nibble on her very thick 
lips.  This was something I had waited way too long to do, but I knew I 
would be doing more and more often from now on.