My New World

Presumably encouraged, she pushed herself up a little and, looking deep into my eyes, she brought both of her hands to my waist. Smiling, she murmured.

"Perhaps we should get rid of this?"

She undid the brass button and began easing the short zip down at the front of the skirt. Now loose, she slowly pulled my skirt down and I raised my bottom off the bed to help her remove it completely. I felt marvellous lying before her clad merely in my white transparent panties through which I knew my pubic shadow was clearly on view. I guess my latent exhibitionistic side was coming through.

"Oh Cat you are gorgeous" she muttered as her hand, idly almost, trailed across my panties. It may have been an involuntary caress by her but to me the effect was electrifying for, for the first time, the sheer enormity of what I was about to do hit me. And my God did I want it.

Sensing my need, or more to the point as she explained afterwards my total capitulation, she plunged on now totally confident of my intentions and willingness. And quite rightly so.

In the next few hours I experienced so many new things and sensations and came so many times that my recall of it all is fuzzy. The entire lovemaking session that went on well into the night and restarted in the morning seems to have merged into one memory of sheer bliss, amazing tenderness and incredible excitement. It was as though I had one continual orgasm that rose to crescendos, subsided a little and then soared to even higher levels. It was like being on a roller coaster when you go so steeply down or around that you think that it's impossible for it to go steeper or tighter only for it then immediately to do so. That was precisely the feelings I got with this amazing orgasm.

Emma started this by kneeling beside me and, whilst staring deep into my eyes, she slowly rolled her panties down over her tummy gradually revealing the soft patch of dark down at the base. I found this to be such a turn on that, without thinking but to her evident pleasure, I did the same and pushed my own panties off lifting my bottom from the bed as I did so.

And then we started what was probably the most exciting single sexual escapade that I have ever experienced.

Lying there on the bed totally naked in another woman's arms was both thrilling and exciting. My mind was reeling from the sexual pleasure and the feeling of adventure, achievement and the crossing of boundaries. I would never have thought having sex with another woman could be like this or could give me such feelings.

The first amazing feeling was being naked in another woman's arms. The softness and curves of her body against mine was so different to that of a man as was, of course, the absence of the hardness that presses so enticingly into a girl's stomach. But the gentleness and the knowingness with which she approached me was the most surprising thing. It seemed as though she could anticipate my every need. When I wanted a tender embrace or a soft caress her hands would gently stroke my breasts or softly rub the inside and outside of my lips. As my passion rose and more urgency was required so her arms would hold me tighter, her fingers would press into my flesh, she would pinch my nipples and squeeze joyously, painfully the softness of my boobs. As I needed relief from the wonderful torment of feelings she built up in me she knew just the moment to plunge her fingers rigid with penetrative probing deep into my insides.

She knew when to bring me off and when to hold me right on the edge. When to kiss me lovingly and treat me with tenderness and when to be rough and act as though I were her whore. Her technique was perfect, at least in my inexperienced opinion. She touched my clitoris with just the right amount of pressure rubbing alongside it from front to back as opposed to right on top as most men do. She stroked me around the outside of my lips rather than poking her fingers roughly inside thus giving me so much more pleasure than normally received from a man's, inevitable but nonetheless, unfortunate fumblings. And she knew just when I was ready to move from one stage of lesbian lovemaking to the next.

Our earlier efforts, needed though they had been to initiate me, palled into insignificance against that we moved onto during that most fantastic first night of my bisexual life style.

Emma loved all, and I do mean all, of my body in ways that it had never been loved before and ways that I hardly even imagined existed. There didn't seem to be any part of me that she didn't touch and caress and from which both she and I didn't gain sexual pleasure. From stroking my hair and touching my eyebrows, eyelashes and eyelids to rubbing the soles of my feet. From caressing the crown of my head and stroking my neck gently, to massaging my calf and buttock muscles. She rubbed her body against mine and dangled her nipples against my breasts. Her pubis mound was ground against mine and the lips of her pussy were pressed against the cheeks of my bottom. She intertwined her legs with mine so that the lips were pressed together and she ran her erect and hardened nipple up and down my soaked, pink crack

She used her mouth on me so wonderfully it was though I had never been orally loved before, but then I hadn't by a woman. Again she just seemed to know when I wanted gentleness and when I needed more urgency. When it was appropriate to drive her tongue inside me and when gently lapping motions around the outside were what I needed. She used her lips, teeth, tongue and mouth on every part of me. My face, chest, breasts, tummy and legs. And of course between my legs but not concentrated just on the front entrance. Equally adept at arousing incredible sensations from my labia and vulva as she was at stimulating my anus she loved me everywhere. Her magical mouth visited me my clit, my cunt and my arse and each of them received it with such unrestrained joy and pleasure. They each revelled in being initiated into girly sex.

Responding to her, following her lead and returning some of the wonderful favours she had bestowed on me just seemed so natural and necessary and I wanted to do it. Her nipples in my mouth, my tongue licking her breasts and chewing the rubbery tips, my fingers finding and lovingly stroking her velvety wetness. Slipping them in and running them around the moistened, pink slash between her legs. Anointing and arousing her clitoris. All these actions I did without being asked, I did them because I wanted to and because they seemed to be the right things to do. I did them with enormous pleasure and gratitude and I revelled in the fulsome response I gained from her.

When her parted legs with her most womanly of places so beautifully on view was right before my eyes it seemed just the most perfectly natural thing in the world to kiss it. I did. The taste and smell of another woman was like an aphrodisiac and encouraged me to plunge on lapping at this incredible fountain of sexuality. I gobbled greedily, I imagine, as second by second I became bolder, gained new sensations and received new experiences. The feel of her lips on my tongue, the squirming of her body as I pleasured her, the sensation of my mouth engulfing her clitoris and sucking it into my teeth as she had done to me were new, powerful and wonderful experiences, and seemed so natural.

When I made her cum I felt incredible. I revelled in the writhing of her body, the gritted teeth, the tightly closed eyes, the panting, the gasping and the gripping of my hair, my hands, my breasts or the bedclothes . I gloried in cuddling her as she roared up to a wonderful crescendo of feelings. I felt such tenderness and love as I held her close as she soared over the peak and settled into that wonderfully warm time of immediate post orgasm, a feeling in women that no man seems to understand.

How often we dozed off only to wake again and resume I have no idea. How many times we made love and how many times each of us climaxed is an equal mystery. All I know is that it was light and the birds were singing when we finally slept in each others arms bringing my first night as a bisexual woman to a wonderful and totally satisfying end. I had found my new world.