Chapter 8
During my time with Joe, Fred, and especially Guy, I'd been neglecting my lesbian roommate, dark-haired Adrienne. We'd scarcely met in the garden apartment we shared, except to exchange morning greetings on the way to our jobs. But I was determined to fix that. So one night, I stopped in the nude bar where she worked part-time.
Adrienne just happened to be on stage, bumping and grinding to the hard rock music in the red light. She had the male patrons in a trance as they sipped their beer, giving them what they wanted.
And there were two things about my sexy roomie, I noticed as I grabbed a bar stool and watched for myself. One was her athleticism as she danced energetically, really putting herself into it instead of only going through the motions. She moved every muscle in her tall, lean body, shaking her really great tits and rotating her gorgeous butt. She was femme in motion, and I loved every minute of it, every inch of her, down to her neatly kept bush. There was even a pole on stage, and she leaped onto it, humped it, twirled around on it, and slid down it upside-down.
But the other thing was pure, kinky Adrienne. She was shamelessly naked ... except for a black hat and a pair of hiking boots!
The number ended, and she came down and sat beside me. "Hi, Meredith," she puffed. "Damn, my pussy's itching!" She even reached down and fingered it. "But it's not for these guys. It's for you, dear. It's for you!"
"My sentiments exactly." I responded, stroking her silky back. "It's been too long. When you get off, we'll go home and get it on!"
We did, too. Once we were alone together, we immediately stripped naked. It was good to see each other's body again and to know we were going to fuck. We kissed deeply, stroking each other's long hair, hers dark and mine blonde. We stood breast to breast, nipple to nipple, and muff to soft muff, luxuriating in woman to woman sensation. If it had been good to look, it was even better to touch!
"Mmm, that's nice," I purred, getting all wet between my thighs.
"That's more than nice," Adrienne laughed hoarsely. "That's raunchy!"
But before we fucked, she put on an extra little show for me. Going to her jewelry box, she came back with a handful of things. She put on big gold earrings and a fourteen-carat chain that hung down between her bare boobs. She added matching bracelets and a mesh belt around her trim waist.
Then she asked me to turn my back. I'd noticed that she was still holding a string of gold beads, and when she had me turn around again, I asked her what had become of it.
"Guess, Meredith," my kinky roomie laughed.
"Oh, you can't mean that," I gasped with delight.
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. Then she reached down and pulled the string, bead by sticky bead, out of her dark-furred quim!
That did it. Even though Adrienne was usually the aggressor in our lesbo sessions, I was on her in a minute, pushing her back onto the bed. I came up between her silky thighs, sticking out my pink tongue and going right for her pink! Burying my nose in her sweet muff and opening her labes with my fingers, I began licking and slurping. I looked passionately up at her, along her lean, tensing body and past her upright breasts, before moving to her clit.
"Mmm, yummy!" I went, wantonly licking my lips.
"Oh, yeah!" she replied. "Eat me out, lover. Eat me good!"
I did just that. Stroking her flat belly to turn her on even more, using my mouth the best way I knew how, I took her straight to lesbo heaven. As she writhed in ecstasy and pushed her pussy up at my face, I tickled her joy button, probed inside her with my tongue, and lapped up her honey.
Soon, I had her coming. Her legs had moved up onto my shoulders, and she began kicking my bare back in her excitement. I could actually feel her sex spasm against my lips as she put out a torrent of hot, slick juice.
"Oh, damn, that's good, Meredith," Adrienne shouted. "Oh, damn. Ohhhhh!"
After that, I just had to have some relief for my own aching snatch. So I moved up along her supine form, sliding my crotch hard on her leg. I started humping her wildly, levering my hips and setting my sweet ass quivering. I got her thigh all wet with my stuff as I frantically built myself to an orgasm. I sucked at her nipples, kissed her passionately and stuck my tongue in her mouth. I loved men, too, but there was no one as avid as me when I was really into a woman!
"Oh. Oh. Oh, wow!" I gushed, as my climax suddenly surged through my shuddering self in full force. I went absolutely rigid with joy, then relaxed into absolute peace. "Oh, girl, I love you. Oh, yes, I do!"
"Damn!" my roomie laughed when we finally lay panting in each other's arms. "You really did need some lezzie loving, didn't you? I guess I've taught you well. When you get a chance to call the shots, you're a wild woman for sure!"
I had to admit that I was. And, during the next few weeks, I proved it. I extended my lust to other women, as I had with that jogger, Liz. I temporarily became Meredith, predatory lez!
I met Lisette, nineteen, when the two of us were waiting for a city bus. Her body, in a dark blue sweatshirt and light blue jeans, was thin but well-proportioned. Feathery blonde hair framed her pretty face, her darker brows and her blue eyes.
We kept sneaking looks at each other, pretending to watch for the bus. But after twenty minutes, it still hadn't arrived.
"Would you like to share a cab?" I asked her, introducing myself.
"Okay," Lisette replied, meeting my eyes.
"Mind if we stop off at your place?" I pursued, in the taxi.
She met my eyes again. "No, I wouldn't mind that at all."
We both knew what was going to happen, and it did. In Lisette's apartment, in an older building uptown, we had a drink, then we calmly walked to the bedroom.
She raised her arms invitingly, and I helped her off with her sweatshirt. In a brief white bra, her breasts were small but nice. I unhooked the front clasp and exposed them.
Her pink nipples were hard and her areolae puckered with excitement. They were very tempting, especially on her modest breasts. I licked and sucked at them while she stroked my head and sighed. She was ready for woman to woman sex, and it thrilled me. I had chosen well!
I worked her jeans down over her slim hips. Her skin was smooth and white, and her rear was round and firm. She was wearing small white panties, which I stripped off, too.
I stood back to look at her. She smiled and did a little turn, showing her body off for me. I saw that she had the tiniest patch of downy yellow hair between her legs.
I may have surprised Lisette when I took the appliance out of my handbag. But somehow I'd determined to use the dildo with the women I met during this phase. I even carried it around with me in case I met someone! Call me wanton or a lover, but that was how it was.
However, she was game. I undressed, too, and her eyes widened with lust when she saw my sexy body. I explored her humid sex with my hand, thrilling when my fingers touched her hot, wet slit. She shuddered with pleasure, and even helped me strap the rubber phallus on.
Arranging her thin body beautifully on the bed, she spread her legs for me. I lowered myself over her and inserted the dildo in one smooth motion. She gasped as she took it deeply. I got into a slow, sensuous rhythm, moving like a woman despite using that big male thing.
Lisette also fucked sensitively, moving her slim hips to meet me. Her small breasts stood up, her hard nipples touching mine. With her fine hands, she stroked my back and grasped my supporting arms. A little shock went through her smooth white flesh from time to time.
I hardly knew when she came, since she didn't make a sound. But her face assumed a beautiful expression, with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. She tensed her flat tummy and moved her hips a bit more, pleasing herself just as much as she wanted.
Then I came, too, pushing against the near end of the dildo, letting myself go in an equally quiet release. Our whole encounter had been surprisingly quiet, considering the kinky way we'd accomplished it.
But if I thought that Lisette was a shrinking violet, I should have waited for our next time!
Deep in lesbian lust for her, I returned to her place the next afternoon. Again, she let me undress her, shyly and passively. I was glad to touch her slim body and to see her small breasts and downy yellow bush once more. I got naked, too.
When I knelt down and mouthed her downy pussy, though, she suddenly went wild! Maybe she'd been thinking of me ever since the day before, and her heat had slowly built to fever pitch.
"Oh, yes!" she shrieked, shuddering all over. Her legs trembled, and she thrust her sex at my lips. "Oh, Meredith. Give me your tongue. Your tongue!"
I eased her back on the bed and gave her what she wanted. Opening her wet pink slit, I licked deep inside. She grabbed my long blonde hair and held on tightly, even pulling it. Her round rear wiggled and her tummy hardened with arousal. She clamped her thin thighs on my head, holding my mouth to her privates.
I didn't even have a chance to use much technique. "Oh. Oh, yes!" Lisette squealed, scarcely a minute later. "Oh, I came. Oh. Ahhh!"
But then she kept on fucking, and she did it in ways I wouldn't have imagined. Watch out for the quiet ones, as the old saying goes!
First, she had us switch positions and she gave me some head of her own. Her small mouth worked avidly, bringing me almost to the peak but letting me down just before I came. Her little pink tongue darted into me, and her lips were formed perfectly to my labia, sucking happily away.
"Do you like that, Meredith?" she asked, taking a break to look innocently up at me. "Do you?"
"Oh, babe," I purred, gazing down at her between my legs. "Do I!"
She ate me a little more. But then she got up and strapped on the dildo I'd brought along. Instead of giving it to me face to face, though, she had me turn over and get on all fours. She knelt behind me and pushed the thing right into my juicing quim!
"Ungh. Ungh!" I grunted involuntarily as the big pink thing took its effect on me. Here I was supposed to be the dominant one, and I was getting fucked out by a thin nineteen-year-old! My thighs tensed, my butt rippled, my sleek back arched, and my long blonde hair hung down and swung wildly. This little gal was almost better than Adrienne!
I did come then, shuddering and screaming. Lisette had used the dildo well, holding onto my waist and lunging strongly. But now she wanted even more for herself. So she undid the straps and had me put the thing on instead.
However, she didn't let me fuck her. Having me lie back again, she threw one slender thigh over my lap, and lowered her downy hole onto that great big maypole! She did it fast, too. We both gasped as she took eight inches of rubber right up into her.
Then she rode, and it was incredible to watch her. Her pussy moved up and down at breakneck speed while her whole body twisted and turned. Her little breasts jiggled in a wonderful way. She waved her thin arms around like a frenzied sex dancer. She ran her fingers through her feathery blonde hair, then pulled at it as she had mine. And her face was a wonderful blend of innocence and absolute lust.
"Oh, yeah!" she squealed. "Oh, I'm riding like a crazy cowgirl. I'm fucking a prick-woman. Yeah!"
Lisette came, I don't know how many times. And, watching a performance like hers, I couldn't hold off for long. Again, jamming my mound against the base of the dildo, I went off like a cannon.
My orgasm was so heavy and throbbing that it felt like a man's must, I thought. I almost wished I could make the fake dick spurt and give my partner's little pussy some nice hot stuff!
She eased herself up and off, which took a deliciously long time. Then she lay back beside me.
"We had fun, didn't we, Meredith?" she cooed.
"Oh, yes," I sighed, cradling her head. "I'm glad that bus never came."
I paused, recalling how Adrienne had initiated me into many of the joys of lesbian sex.
"Yesterday and today were your first times with a dildo, weren't they?" I asked the thin blonde. "Though you didn't let on."
Lisette smiled. "They were my first times with a woman, period!" she declared.
Would wonders never cease!
Soon, I found another passive woman, Amber. She was as dark as Lisette had been blonde, and as stacked as the latter had been thin.
I first saw Amber crossing a city street, and from that time on I was determined to make her mine. She was wearing a blue angora sweater that accentuated her round breasts, and a black skirt that did the same for her curvaceous rear and thighs. Her unconsciously sexy walk also led me on, not to mention her wide, dreamy eyes and her clean, smooth complexion. All in all, her healthy young body touched my heart and, at the same time, drove me mad with desire.
I pursued her and convinced her to have sex with me, even though this one truly had never been with a woman before. The first time we made love together, I couldn't believe how lucky I was. Getting into a standing embrace, I brushed her expressive lips with mine as her long eyelashes gave me butterfly kisses. I nuzzled her graceful neck and felt her soft breath in my ear.
Gently unzipping the dress she was wearing that time, I slipped it off her soft shoulders, baring her faultless body to the waist. She wasn't wearing a bra, so there was nothing to break her exciting contours as I went on to caress her. Her chest rose passionately, and my first sight of her naked breasts was almost more than I could stand.
Amber didn't need a bra. Her breasts were the most perfectly round ones that I'd ever seen, like delicious apples with her hard nipples like ripe cherries. She didn't even need to lie back to make them rise to full roundness. I even asked her if she'd had implants, but she said not. They were breasts that would make any man or woman believe in the perfection of creation!
And there was more. I eased her dress down over her hips, following the hourglass curves of her waist and rear with my eager hands. She made a beautiful picture, standing there with her fresh face uplifted, her red lips parted, and her eyes closed in passion. Now she was nude except for tiny white panties, and I slipped those off, too.
If Amber had striking breasts, then her muff was just as much so! I'd never seen such thick, extensive, yet cottony soft pubic hair, and I thought I never would again. She'd grown a bumper crop! My eyes showed my delight as I stroked her marvelous thatch and reached below it to run my finger along her hot, wet seam.
Now I was all ready to make love to that luscious brunette, but just then she balked a bit. After all, it was her first time with someone of the same sex. So I thought I'd let her do some of the foreplay to put her at ease.
"You undress me," I told her.
Shyly, she reached behind my back and unzipped my dress, letting her hands wander over my naked back. I put my arms around her neck and kissed her again deeply. Then she unhooked my bra and pulled it and my dress off my shoulders, baring me to the waist. She gazed happily at my pointed breasts, as if pleased to be so intimate with them.
"Kiss them," I said.
Amber did, lifting them in her hands and sucking my nipples to hardness. Then she slowly pushed down my dress and my panties, revealing my blonde bush and my firm buns. Again, she looked pleased.
"You may kiss my pussy, too!" I laughed, and she knelt down and did so. Now the ice was really broken, and she was ready to go thrillingly lesbian with me.
She lay back on the bed, her dark hair fanning out, and I got over her. Somehow it was softer and more romantic with Amber than it had been with Lisette, so there was no question of using the dildo with her. I laid my bare body full-length on hers as she gave a little quiver of shock and delight. As I began pressing her warm sex rhythmically with mine, she made sharp intakes of breath followed by long, soft sighs.
She was a grown woman, yet she was innocent of woman to woman love, and the combination was wildly intriguing. The feel of her warm, silky flesh on mine was indescribably sweet, and our genitals went on to become glued together with our juices.
Then, growing bolder, my new partner tensed her shoulders and arms and began stroking my back, making electric tingles shoot through me. Spreading her legs, she seized my hips and pulled my pussy even more tightly to hers. Her thickly furred mound pressed mine more urgently, and her large breasts stood up in their perfect, shimmering roundness.
As we made love, it had been as though we were climbing a long, gently rising stairway through a vast marble hall, toward a big window with a view of the heavens at the top. Suddenly, we were through that window as Amber climaxed long and deeply, with a marvelous motion to her whole voluptuous body and a series of heaving sighs. I could actually feel her orgasm begin between her clutching legs and spread throughout her quivering form in fantastic waves.
In the next moment, I was carried along, as if on the swell of an ancient, feminine sea. With this woman, I felt more like a woman than ever before. Life seemed a simple game in which you could always be a winner if you only let yourself go in sex. I poured my heart out to my partner along with my warm, rushing juices.
That certainly wasn't the only time I made it with Amber. One evening, when Adrienne was out, we were sitting around my apartment when she suddenly got up and completely undressed for me.
Perhaps thinking to copy my roommate's nude dancing that I'd told her about, she stood on tiptoe, throwing her curvaceous body into wonderful relief. Her arms and her globelike breasts were uplifted, her swelling thighs were taut, and her thick black muff was thrust forward. Every fine part of her combined to make an even finer whole.
Then Amber moved sensuously around the room, her smooth white flesh in marvelous action. She pushed her sweet pussy right in my face, her red lips smiling and her dark eyes full of daring. She leaned forward and let her big breasts hang, though even then, they stayed perfectly round. She turned and waved her luscious tail at me, her thick red labia visible between her thighs.
I began to play along. Reaching up under the skirt I was wearing, pulling my panties aside and spreading my legs, I opened myself up and pushed two fingers inside my moistened slit.
Amber loved that. Now she moved more torridly, putting her hands on her head, gyrating her hips and pushing her sex shamelessly at me. She let out little squeals and continued to make sexy eyes. Best of all, she reached down between her thighs, which made her breasts stand out even more proudly between her reaching arms. Then she opened her outer lips with her fingers, showing me all her tender pink folds.
I worked myself faster and faster in rhythm with Amber's wanton dance. "Go for it, Meredith!" she urged me as she began to stroke herself as well. "Faster. Make yourself come!"
And I did. Soon, we both went through a grinding, teeth-clenching orgasm that carried all else before it. Only then did we touch, coming lovingly into each other's arms, hugging and kissing over what we'd shared.
So that was my lesbian interlude with Adrienne, Lisette, and Amber. I was a free woman, in charge of my own body, and I expressed my freedom through sex. I loved men and women equally, because I didn't believe in limiting myself. Nor did I belong to any man, because I wanted to be just as promiscuous as they were. And the right kind of free, loving man always loved that in me!
Now it was time for me to find another one of those older men I liked so well. He'd have a touch of gray in his hair and a twinkle in his eye that would show me his appetite for sex had only grown over the years. He'd want younger women like me, and I'd show him he could have one. Most importantly, he'd have a great big log between his legs!