We Kept Our Panties On

"Have you thought about it much," I asked?

"To be truthful I haven't consciously thought about doing anything with a woman. I have just fantasised about what it would be like, but I do think about sex a great deal, do you?"

Our eyes remained locked as Jesse's fingertips slid slowly further downwards. They slipped across my collarbones, over the flat, upper part of my chest and nearly to the start of the swell of my breasts. When they stopped a few inches from them, I was surprised to feel disappointed. My breasts felt so full and heavy and warm and tingling and my nipples were aching to be pinched. I realised with a big jolt, that I wanted Jesse to caress them

"Yes, I am afraid I do."

"Why afraid?"

"Well my sex life has gone a bit tits up lately and I feel guilty."

"Guilty? About what?"

I didn't reply for a moment as she lifted my hand close to her mouth. She looked closely at it as if inspecting it or deciding what to do with it. After what seemed an age, but was probably no more than a few seconds, she looked into my eyes and then back to my hand. She brought it to her mouth very slowly, licked the palm and then softly kissed it.

"Oh about feeling so frustrated, wanting sex so much and simply thinking about it most of the time."

We fell silent again. I continued holding her hand and stroking each finger in turn, she ran her fingertips across my chest going ever nearer to breasts.

"And what do you do about it Chris?" She asked softly.

"And that makes me feel guiltier."

"What does?"

"How much I masturbate."

"Well that's ok I do too. The only problem is how lonely it is," she said making us both giggle.

"We're a right pair aren't we," I murmured?

"Yes I suppose we are, a real odd couple."

"So who is Jack Lemmon and who is Tony Curtis?"

"Blimey you have a good memory, I would never have remembered they were in it."

"I'm a bit of a movie buff."

"You could have been in them."

"What films?"

"Yes, you have the looks for it."

"Do I?"

"Yes darling and..." Jesse said very seriously and pausing as she held my gaze eye before going on. "And the body."

We held each other's gaze as slowly Jesse's fingers slid down my chest so that they rested on the lacy neckline of my tennis top.

"But then so do you," I responded running my hand up her track suit covered arm and slipping my hand round her neck.

"Oh God."

"Yes baby."

"I am so nervous."

"I am too."

"Hold me, please cuddle me."

Jesse lay flatter on the bed on her side. I turned onto my side so we faced each other. We looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

"We need to relax."

"I can't, I am too excited, aren't you?"

"Yes darling I am," I whimpered as my friend wrapped her arms round my body and pulled me against hers. She cuddled me and I enjoyed the sensation of being squashed against her fuller, more rounded form. Neither of us spoke as we 'tested the waters' of the intimacy of holding another woman and having her body against our own.

Our faces were so close that I could see the eyeliner on Jesse's eyelids and the tiny hairs on her face. I could smell her perfume and hairspray, could feel her hands on my shoulders and feel her body with my hand. We didn't move for a few moments; it was as if we were both frozen, but then almost simultaneously we moved our hands down the other's back. As we did, so we moved forward a tad and the fronts of our bodies touched; our legs, our tummies and most illustratively our breasts pressed together. We didn't crush them together as a man would probably have insisted.

At first, it was more of a brushing of them against the other, but that was enough to make us more aware of the sheer intimacy of the present position and the potential sexual connotations that could result from it. As well as the sensations of our nipples and boobs touching so we both revelled in feeling the other's hands exploring our backs. Both pairs of hands slowly slid downwards coincidentally, but meaningfully lingering on the other's bra strap before coming to rest just above the other's waist with our fingers gently pressing and rubbing the swell of flesh at the top of the other's buttocks. We glanced at each other and relished the look of pleasure and excitement in the other's eyes.

"Was this what you meant," Jesse asked softly adding. "When you said about being held and cuddled?"

I smiled. "Yes it is and it is lovely isn't it?"

"Mmmm" was all she said, closing her eyes and running her other hand up my bare arm and slipping it inside the short sleeve of the tennis top. Such a gesture would not usually be considered overtly sexual, even though the hand went as far up the sleeve as it could go right onto the curve of my shoulder that she cupped. To both of us, I think it was a hugely symbolic act. She had 'invaded' my clothing, she had fondled some of my flesh that was not on show and she was inching her way nearer and nearer to my breasts. I responded. Also with my eyes closed, I reached up and put my hand on her shoulder just where that meets her neck. As I enjoyed the feelings of her fingers inching along my shoulder and slipping under the strap of my bra, so my hand slid slowly along her shoulder in the other direction. As it did, it took the folds of her tracksuit top with it. That slid over her shoulder and started slithering down her slim, tanned arm. As I put my arm behind her to help the removal of the top, so her thin tennis top was pulled tightly across her chest framing and illustrating her full breasts. We fumbled the top off and lay back cuddling.

We were becoming more accustomed to being in such an intimate situation, to being in each other's arms, to be caressing and holding each other. Mine, certainly, and I was pretty sure hers as well, confidence increased as we became used to the erotic nature of this female-to-female situation. And as that happened so we became more relaxed and more assured. Our embraces became bolder, the movements of our hands more adventurous and the use of our bodies became more suggestive. Jesse pushed her spectacular breasts forward and I gently pressed my lower body against hers. Then marvellously, wonderfully and so excitingly, our breasts merged and our tummies squashed together as we both experienced maybe for first time an almost head to toe embrace from another woman.

Jesse was a little more adventurous and directing than me. Gently pushing me by the shoulders, she eased me onto my back and she lay alongside me. Supporting her head with her hand, her elbow resting on the bed she whispered.

"This really is remarkable isn't it?"

Running her fingers through my hair and ruffling it gently as we smiled at each other she slowly ran her fingertips across my forehead, along my plucked eyebrows, over the eyelids that I closed, across my cheeks and onto my lips. I was not wearing any without lippy or gloss. She ran her finger along my bottom lip that I parted slightly from the upper one. I closed my top lip down on the lower one gently trapping the fingertip. With our breasts still squashed together and our tummies touching, we looked into each other's eyes as the finger was pushed slightly further between my lips. I lifted my hand and gripped the wrist as the finger slid even further between my lips until it rested against my teeth and rubbed against my gum. I softly rubbed, more caressed really her wrist before running my hand up her bare arm, replicating the earlier movements. It felt enormously erotic as my hand slid up the loose sleeve, over the round of the shoulder, onto the collarbone and under the bra strap that was bisecting that.

She removed her finger from between my lips and rubbed it gently over my chin and down onto my neck. I moved my hand from the sleeve of the tennis top and ran it down her back until it reached the elasticated waist of the pale grey tracksuit trousers. As it reached that, my heart started pounding even harder when my fingers found bare flesh for her top had slid out of the trousers. I rubbed my fingertips in little circles on the bare flesh just to the left of her spine. It registered with me that this was the first time that I had really touched a woman in a sexual way. It felt wonderful.

Although, in retrospect, it was a 'done deal' and both of us wanted to go further and experience bisexual lovemaking, it did not feel like that at the time. Continually, I had doubts. Funnily, I suppose, these were more concerned with her reactions to me than mine to her. I worried about what she would think as I made advances, how she would react if I touched her breasts, which I was now aching to do and whether she would stop me. I was now feeling fairly comfortable about Jesse and having some form of sex with her. I did not know what form that would take, but I was relaxed about going further, although, of course, I had no idea how far she wanted to go.

My confidence was boosted when there was no resistance and that made me feel bolder. I slid my hand up the smooth back taking the white top with it. As that was happening, her fingertips slid further down from my neck where they had been stroking me. I felt her fingers with the pale pink painted, square cut nails go past my Adams apple until again they reached the neckline of my low-cut top. This time, though, they did not stop.

Looking down I watched them slip inside it and stop close to the start of my breasts. Our eyes met again and we held the other's gaze as Jesse's fingers went even further. At the same time, my hand reached her bra strap that was stretched across the smooth, slender back. I fondled it as many men had mine and slid my fingers under it. It was a very evocative gesture and a moment that was made even more extreme when her hand went further into my top. They moved onto the swell of my breasts and stopped. We stared at each other. It was as if Jesse was asking my permission, or I suddenly thought, maybe she is having second thoughts. That made me panic for I did not want to stop. I wanted to thrust my breasts at her, grab hers and scream. 'Fuck me Jesse, please fuck me and make me cum.'

I did not of course, but then there was no need to.

Naturally, neither of us was aware of the other's limits or intentions as we both edged our hands slowly over parts of the other's body. Hers on my chest, mine on her back. I slid my hand slowly up and down her spine. On the upwards sweep it went inside the bra strap and on the downwards one inside the waist of her tracky trouser and onto the slender waistband of her panties.

Our eyes were still locked in an intense gaze as I watched fascinated and with mounting excitement her face moving slowly, yet inexorably towards mine. I think at that moment, we both knew what was going to happen. It was what had to happen, what had to come next and it was what we both wanted to happen. I, and Jesse as well I expect, half felt that it was wrong, but also half felt that it was absolutely correct and right. Yes, we both wanted to kiss each other. Our lips brushed together and we closed our eyes.

"Yes?" Jesse breathed touching my lower lip with her tongue.

"Oh yes, yes," I groaned.

And then we did kiss. It wasn't a grinding, lips squirming, mouth wide open and tongue plunging kiss of sheer, raw passion as it would probably have been with a man. No, it was a kiss that was in keeping with what we were doing, sharing affection and intimacy not sex, well not yet that is. That was why we had come to the bedroom and that was why we were laying in each other's arms on the bed. On the face of it that is. However, the longer we lay in each other's arms and the longer we shared affection and intimacy so we both realised that those sentiments between two women could not be totally divorced from sex. It was emotionally and physically impossible and on top of that it was not something that either really wanted. We both knew, I am sure, that deeper down we did want sex and with each other; the affection and intimacy were simply the means to the end and the end was sex with each other.

Hence, inevitably, the kiss became sexual. It became the catalyst, the multiplier and the encouragement that altered the mood from just affection and intimacy to one that combined those emotions with now a strong sexual need. So as our lips met and caressed each other with me kissing her top lip then she kissing and sucking my bottom lip, our gestures and hand and body movements took on distinctly sexual connotations.

At last, her fingers slid up the swell of my breast and her hand cupped it. After what had seemed an age in build-up was culminated in a flick of an eyelid. The sensation as her palm brushed across my rock hard nipple and her fingers squeezed the soft flesh was sudden, acute and intense. I grunted and gripped her body.

"Ok?" she whispered taking my nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinching it with just the right amount of pressure.

"Oh yes, Jesse," I sighed into her ear.

As if by remote control, my hand that had been running up and down her back and making erotic hints by toying with her bra strap and the top of the panties now slid unselfconsciously down inside the grey tracky trousers and onto the panty covered pert, yet beautifully rounded bum.

The kiss increased in intensity and passion, but not in vigour as it would with a man where by now he would have had his tongue half way down my throat. We licked and lapped at each other; our lips, our chins, our necks and the other's tongue. We sucked on the lips and slithered our tongues together and round the welcoming gums and teeth. The ice of affection and intimacy was most certainly now broken and the last bastion of the fortress of sex was being broached.

As we continued the wonderful kiss, so Jesse's caresses of my breast became more confident and my stroking of her bottom became more assured and enquiring.

"Ok?" I asked.

"Oh yes Chrissy yes," she sighed.

My hand was now fully inside Jesse's panties and I was cupping the cheek of her bottom. We kissed again as her hand continued caressing, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh of my breast.

What we had done together so far could be put down to a near innocent desire for more affection and tenderness. At a pinch, lying on a bed and cuddling another woman could be described as self-indulgent intimacy. Full kissing, squeezing a breast and fondling a bottom could not be explained away like that. Such actions and gestures were driven by just one motivation and we both knew that it was of a strongly sexual nature.

The sleeve on my top slid off my shoulder; accidentally or purposefully, I had no idea and did not care. It slid down my arm until it was around my elbow, until the front of the top was wrinkled, moved down a little and until my left breast in the flimsy bra, was exposed. Her hand was on my bra, her fingers just inside it. My nipples were horrendously swollen making large, very obvious indentations in the lacy cups. Seemingly, without hardly thinking Jesse slid her fingers inside my bra and right onto the rock hard nipple and big, round areola.

It was like an electric shock to me. My breasts and especially my nipples are very sensitive and whenever a new lover touches them, I get a huge surge of sexual arousal. It had rarely, if ever though been as immense as this. My body jerked, I grunted and sighed.

"Nice?" Jesse whispered catching the hardened nipple between her fingers and smiling at me.

I smiled back. "Yes Jesse it is nice.

We kissed again. We were both moaning and whimpering as the full realisation hit us at the same time that we were going beyond friends showing affection to each other and were becoming two women moving well past the limits of a heterosexual relationship. We were beginning to make love and yes, starting to have sex.

Although revelling in having my breasts and nipples loved, I wanted and needed more. I didn't want to play just a passive part, I wanted full involvement. I wanted Jesse to do more to me and I wanted to return those favours to her

Both of my hands slid up the inside of her tennis shirt. Up the smooth back, past the bra strap and almost to the shoulders. They took the shirt with it. They bunched that round her shoulders at the back and just beneath her full boobs at the front as my fingers caressed the thin, elastic bra strap. Again, as if being directed by some other force so that I could not have stopped myself had I wanted, which I most certainly did not, I yanked the top over Jesse's head and off.

"Oh my God, Jesse," I moaned seeing her full, fleshy breasts almost tumbling out of the pale lemon bra that must have been a size too small for her. "They are gorgeous," I went on as I looked at a female's breasts with sexual admiration for the first time in my life.

"Sorry about the bra love, but I need a tight one when playing tennis and I hate those big ugly sports jobs," she smiled.

"That's alright, Jesse they look lovely in that."

"Thanks Chrissy," she replied easing mine out of their cups. "So are yours."

"Mmmm," I sighed. "We aren't playing tennis now are we?"

"What?" she asked clearly not getting my drift.

"Playing tennis."

"No, of course not."

"Well," I went on reaching round her and unclipping her bra strap. "You don't really need a bra at all do you?"

She giggled. "You're a dirty little bitch aren't you?"

"Mmmm yes I can be can't I?" I smiled back pulling the cups away from each mound.

"And very nice it is too," she whispered as we both cupped the other's breasts.

"Oh God," Jesse sighed as, presumably she felt the pressure relieved on her boobs and realised the enormous step I, or we really had taken..

Jesse pulled my tennis shirt up at the front to bunch it round my neck so that she could get at my little tits. As she did, though, I think I surprised her by raising my arms above my head in a clear invitation to remove it completely. That thrilled me, as did seeing that she eagerly accepted the invitation by quickly pulling the shirt up and off my raised arms.

"Oh my God," I sighed as for the first time I gazed lustfully at another woman's breasts.

"Sit up darling," Jesse whispered.

She fiddled the clasp undone on my bras and removed it. Both now topless, but wearing tracky trousers we suddenly became shy. We had come a long in such short time and we were both half wondering just how much further we could or should go?

"Oh they are beautiful," I sighed feeling at ease as I cupped one of Jesse's luscious breasts.

"So are yours," she whispered back stroking her hand across my smaller pair. "Big ones can be a real pain."

We sank back to lie on the bed in each other's arms. We kissed for some time as the reality of what we were doing sunk in and fully registered with both of us. I, certainly and I suspect Jesse as well, suffered some doubts and trepidation at the apparent suddenness of us moving from being seemingly totally straight with our sexuality to at least having a bisexual inclination. And as each of us caressed the other's breasts and back, so that inclination became stronger. So our desire and needs became more intense, our spirit of sexual adventure increased and our ambition for what we wanted from this coupling grew larger.

Both of us at different times, so it seemed and then simultaneously let our fingers slip inside the waistband of the other's track trousers, firstly at the back and later at the front. We were now becoming bolder and more adventurous with our caresses.

I was on my back again with Jesse laying on her side looking at me. We were both caressing the other's breasts, softly, gently and easily. There was no rush or urgency, our actions were not being led by a cock, but by the mind of another sensitive and sexually mature and aware woman. And that was so different for both of us who had been fucked by men probably getting on for four thousand times in our near thirty years of sexual adventures, but not by women.