Lesbian Fever Ch. 1

I didn't notice it happening, but somehow Linda managed to slip her right hand under her lower abdomen and then between her legs. To my complete surprise, I discovered her fingers playing with her own pussy, pressing into her clitoral area, arousing herself. Fascinated, I watched the movements of her fingers and her gyrating bottom for a few moments. From time to time, she delved her middle finger into her vagina, lubricated it with her own glistening love juices, then let it glide back through her pouting pussy lips back onto and around her clitoris. Then, rockets must have gone off inside her as she screamed out a long "AHHHHHH!" and dropped her body back down into the bedspread. I knew she had come.

Just as I eased my finger out of her asshole, Linda turned around on her back. Briefly, I stole a glance at the strawberry blond curls that thickly filled her pubic region beneath the raised skirt and slip. She saw me looking there and smiled. With the fingers of her hand still glistening from her love juices, she reached for my right hand. I felt the wetness of her own love juices on her fingers. The smell of her womanhood was strong and pungent.

Without saying a word, I slid my body next to her and let my head come to rest between the soft hillocks of her blouse-covered breasts. I felt her kiss the top of my head while she gently brushed a few strands of hair from my forehead with the tips of her fingers. Opening my eyes from a brief moment, I looked down the length of her body. The bunched-up skirt and slip around her waist all but blocked my view of her pubic region. I felt her hand at my back, gently scratching it. I was strangely at ease despite knowing deep inside that I was about to do something I had never thought I would do--make love with a woman.

My right hand lay softly at the top of her right thigh. I guess it was a natural instinct that caused me to move it slowly between her legs. It all seemed so natural for my fingers to be intertwined with the soft curls surrounding her pubis. Obligingly, she opened her legs wider as I slowly moved my fingers closer and closer to the center of her sexual being. "OH, BethAnne!" she sighed, sucking in her breath, as I gently eased my middle finger between the puffy lips of her pussy. The area surrounding her vagina was sopping wet from the free flow of her cum. The wetness between my own legs was now becoming embarrassing. After all, I didn't want her to know this was turning me on.

"What are you doing to me?" she asked with a sexy whisper.

"I don't know why I'm doing this, Linda, I feel so funny inside. I think I really enjoy touching you like this," I replied, turning my head towards hers. Linda smiled broadly. Her deep green eyes seemed to see through me.

"It feels nice, whatever you're doing BethAnne. Very nice. Don't stop because you're afraid, just let it happen."

"Have you ever done something like this before?" I asked as I eased my middle finger deeper inside her warm moist vagina, listening to her moan softly.

"Ahh! OH! That feels so good when you touch me there," she sighed as my question went unanswered. She brought her hands to the back of my head and pulled my face to hers. Our lips seemed to meet naturally. Her lips were soft and pliant; her tongue insinuated itself slowly and sexily between my gently churning lips. I think we both knew there was no turning back now.

Our love-making became a series of movements which only served to heighten the sexual atmosphere which pervaded the room. As our kiss became deeper and more meaningful, I withdrew my hand from her steamy crotch, moved my body along the length of hers, put both of my arms around her back, and pulled her gently to me. Her arms seemed to come naturally around me as she reciprocated in kind. When our breasts met and crushed into each other, she whispered an unintelligible something into my mouth as we continued to light the flames of passion with our long, lingering, soul-searching kiss.

I hardly noticed her move her left leg over the top of my right thigh. How her hand found its way to the back of my pantyhose-covered leg I don't know, but it took almost no effort on her part to gently pull my leg between hers until the middle of my thigh nestled gently into the soft curls of her naked pubis. I knew she wanted the pressure of my leg against her there, so I pressed inward with enough force against her puffy pussy lips to make her apply an equal amount of pressure against my leg with her steaming cunt.

We must have traded a hundred French-kisses. Our mouths were filled with each others' saliva. Her left hand worked small miracles on the back of my thigh which was pressed between her legs. Sometimes she would gently scratch the back of the entire length of my thigh with her fingernails; at other times she would kneed the muscle there with enough pressure to force my leg further into her crotch. I could feel the hairs of her soft pussy mingle with my pantyhose.

Every once in a while, she would slowly move her hand along the inside of my thigh, all the way from my knee to just millimeters away from my pussy, torturing me with the closeness of her fingers to my love nest. With her left hand, she traced a line from my neck and shoulders to my right ear, sometimes circling my outer ear with her middle finger, then moving the finger right into the outer ear canal. It was a sexy movement that drove me insane with desire for her.

I know she did it purposely--moving her hand once more between my legs and holding it just short of touching my crotch, while at the same time delving her finger into my ear. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I ran my hand down my body until I found the back of her hand that remained just below my now aching pussy. Boldly, I pressed her hand into my crotch. I gurgled, "That feels wonderful, Linda!" into our kissing mouths as I moved arm once more behind her back and hugged her tightly.

I began to feel sorry I was still wearing pantyhose, so expert was the movement of her fingers along the length of my cuntal crack. She pressed inward all the way from my asshole to my clitoris, pushing the crotch of my soaked panties between the puffy pussy lips. My body jerked spasmodically each time the finger strayed over my engorged clitoris, and I moaned loudly.

When we finally broke the longest, most passionate kiss I had ever known, she looked deeply into my eyes, then sexily snaked the tip of her tongue along the edge of her lips. "I want you very much, BethAnne," she said thickly.

"I... I guess I want you, too," I said, finally admitting to myself that there was no stopping now.

She stroked some strands of my long blonde hair over the top of my right ear, exposing the ear to the coldness of the evening air. She bit her lower lip, afraid to say the wrong thing and spoil this enchanted moment.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I, well, I guess I....Well, there is something that, ah, well, I guess it would be nice if you could...well...."

"Linda," I laughed, "tell me what you are trying to say!"

"I...I want you to touch my breasts," she blurted as she hid her face against my neck, afraid to see my reaction.

It was a little funny. Here she was, still pressing her hand into my honeypot while she was afraid to ask me to feel her up a bit. I said nothing, but moved my right hand to her forehead, then down to her cheek, gently stroking the soft skin there. At the same time, my elbow came to rest against the fullness of her left breast. When she started softly kissing my neck, sometimes flicking her tongue against my skin, I slowly moved my hand straight downward, until it come to rest naturally right on top of the fullness of her breast. "Your breast feels very nice!" I whispered, gently squeezing the firmness of her there. It was the first time I had ever touched another woman there. It felt strange, yet extremely exciting. My mind raced with a million thoughts, trying to fathom why, after all these years, I was even thinking about making love to someone of my own sex.

She drew her breath in between her teeth, hissing softly. "They're very sensitive," she sighed. "I love to be touched there."

"Mmm, I do too," I said. "And I like it when you're touching me between my legs, Linda. It's very wet there."

"Don't you want to me to take your pantyhose off for you?" she asked matter-of-factly.

"Yes," I replied, "Just as soon as I'm finished playing with your boobs!" Using my left hand, I pulled her face to mine and we began kissing passionately once more as I continued to kneed the softness of her left breast. She was beginning to make soft "cooing" sounds now, even as we kissed once more.

Moving my right hand to her waist, I easily snaked it under her sweater, then moved it slowly over her warm, bare skin until I found the cottony softness of her bra. I cupped her firm tit with the palm of hand, kneading it ever so gently, as her "coos" began to turn to moans. As I ran my hand over the top of the bra cup, I could feel her turgid nipple beneath. I grasped the hard nubbin between my thumb and index finger and tweaked it gently. Her mouth opened under my lips and she gasped loudly.

Emboldened by my movements, she moved her hand from in back of my right thigh, snaked it between our intertwined legs, and eased it into the warm softness of my crotch. Her touch against my clitoris sent shock waves through my body. I kissed her feverishly, with complete abandon, as I gently caressed her bra-encased breast and toyed with her nipple. She breathed heavily into my mouth.

I was half-crazy with lust now. Breaking the kiss, I looked deeply into Linda's eyes. "Why don't you take my pantyhose off now," I said in a throaty, cracking voice. I was ready for anything; I wanted everything now. This new experience was too exciting for me. I loved living dangerously. "Oh, BethAnne I want to do things to you. You turn me on so much; I don't know why," she said in a semi-whisper.

"Linda, have you ever done anything like this before?" I asked once again.

"I've been lesbian for many years now. Does that bother you?" There was a look of real sincerity in her eyes.

"Well, gosh, I never would have imagined!" I must have had a very surprised look on my face.

"Hey, it's not so terrible! But if you want to stop, I will. I don't believe in pressuring anyone into doing something they don't want to. I can give you a night you will never forget, or we can break it off before it goes any further. You still have a choice."

"No, I don't have a choice," I said in a soft, sexy tone. "I already made it a few minutes ago in the living room, when I pressured you into coming here and letting me take your temperature. In fact, to be perfectly honest, you turned me on from the first time I met you." I rose to a kneeling position next to her prostrate body. Her eyes were glued to mine.

"Where are you going?" she asked, searching my face with a rather quizzical look.

"Nowhere," I replied. "You were going to take my pantyhose off for me, remember?"

"Yes," she said, cocking her head slightly to the left and smiling slyly. "What are you waiting for, then?" I continued with a wide grin. "You're sure you want to go through with this?" she asked. "It's not too late to stop." She was teasing me now, knowing I was turned on. It was way too late to turn back.

I looked at her sternly. "Take them off or we'll both be sorry later that you didn't. Do it before I change my mind, please." I even poked my pelvis in the direction of half-smiling face. I'll never forget the feeling of pure sex that permeated the room.

"Oh dear, I've created a monster!" she quipped with a wide smile as she moved her body closed to mine and quickly ran her hands up the backs of my legs, feeling the softness of smooth, thin net of the pantyhose. When her fingers reached my ass, she squeezed the buns gently.

to be continued...