Lisa’s First Time

As Lisa descended the stairs to the bar
The soft sound of music was heard from afar
A small, dim lit room, with the bar at one end
Half filled with her sex, a main message to send

Many eyes followed her as she made the short walk
She noticed them staring and the lack of small talk
A smile, and she ordered a vodka on ice
Lit a cigarette, she had more than one vice

The marriage was finished, all love had been lost
She felt nothing for him, had to leave at all cost
And now close to forty that sex was a bore
She’d turned a new page and she wanted to score

But this was the first time she’d been to this place
A table was empty, she aimed for the space
Men had seemed unappealing, she needed much more
A feminine touch, someone she could adore

So nervous, the vodka went down in short time
Another, she felt warm, could not give a dime
One more cigarette - “Hi can I sit down please?”
Looked up, and a smile just to put her at ease

The girl was much younger, round twenty or so
Short hair, lovely features, her face was a glow
“My name is Lucinda, but Lucy is fine!”
They chatted, shared smokes, perhaps this was the time

The music, the atmosphere, had their effect
As the evening went on, Lisa came to expect
The words from her friend “Coming back to my place?”
A result, then a nod and a smile on her face

As they walked arm in arm the short way to the flat
Where Lucy lived alone, just herself and her cat
A time to reflect, surely this was all right?
Too late, the front door, stepping out of the night

In the warmth and the comfort of Lucy’s front room
She felt safe in her hands, but could she assume
That Lucy was far more adept at this game?
Some doubts? If it failed only herself to blame

“A drink?” The question interrupted her thought
“Oh yes!” Their eyes met and the moment was caught
With a glass of their favourite each offered a toast
In front of the fire, shoes slipped off, feet to roast

Their faces drew nearer, lips met in a kiss
Hair ruffled, hands touched, “God, I so want this . .”
Cut off in mid-sentence by a hand on her breast
The nipple so hard that it felt like some crest . . .

“I want you!”; those words! Lisa’s heart missed a beat
Lucy took her hand and they both left their seat
Guiding her new partner to what lay ahead
She introduced Lisa to her double bed

They kissed and disrobed, clothes were left where they fell
Lisa lay gently down; she was under her spell
Felt her nipples react to the young woman’s lips
As she sought out and found Lucy’s hard, rounded tips

Sensations, new, flowed through her body and mind
To outside of that room she was totally blind
As Lucy moved down like a wolf on the hunt
Spreading Lisa’s legs wide, the target, her cunt.

With soft lips and tongue she attended the job
Lisa lay there in bliss as she watched her head bob
And felt for the first time the young woman’s touch
As fingers explored the love holes of her crutch

Eyes closed, Lisa’s mouth emitted a long moan
As the climax, long wanted, though seeds had been sown
Washed over the woman from head to her feet
Was a wonderful start for this new sex to greet

She lay there content for what seemed like an hour
Till both girls decided to enjoy a shower
With soap and a sponge they caressed bodies wet
Towelled dry, they returned, for more love they were set

Lucy showed her new friend the best ways to please
The first time she’d done so, Lisa was much at ease
With guidance from Lucy, brought her to the edge
She climaxed, they cuddled, one thing they did pledge

“Hope its not the last time”, the older woman said
“That I’ll be invited to your double bed”
“Oh no,” the reply, “Want to see you again . . . .”
Was then Lucy knew she was a lesbian . . . . !