Are you fucking
more now and enjoying it less? This should have been
my mantra after my first year of college. I had become
a favorite at fraternities (see my previous story to find
out why), but was finding less and less satisfaction with
the men I was sleeping with. I struggled to find the
reason I was not having those wonderful orgasms I had been
reading about. Oh, I had one or two really good ones,
but the majority of my sexual escapades left me feeling frustrated.
My first thought:
Maybe something was wrong with me physically. Nope...I
could satisfy myself with no problem. My nimble little
fingers could make me cum every time so it wasn't that.
My next thought:
"All these guys are lousy lovers." A convenient rationalization,
but I'd been with too many men for all of them to be bad.
My conclusion:
"Maybe I'm a lesbian" I had always been curious about making
love to another woman, perhaps it was more than mere curiosity.
Perhaps this was my true sexual preference and that's why
men were not satisfying me.
I wasn't sure of
the reason. The only thing I was sure of was that I
was not going to fuck any man for the entire summer.
The only problem that remained was how to put myself in an
environment that would make that an attainable goal.
The solution to this dilemma turned out to be easier than
expected.
I had a lot of
gay male friends, in fact my two best friends at the time
were gay and always took me with them to the clubs in Philadelphia,
so when they invited me to spend the summer with them in Atlantic
City I jumped at the chance. At the time, New York Ave.
was the "gay strip" and was the wildest, most fun place to
be. We took one room at the Hotel Carroll, which we
used mostly just, for showers and changing clothes.
We would spend all night in the bars dancing and watching
the female impersonators while getting drunk and stoned and
high on amyl nitrate. The days were spent sleeping on
the beach. I was young and free and it was a very enjoyable
time.
My two best friends,
both named Michael, had told everyone that we were related.
One said I was his cousin, the other his stepsister.
This way if any one of us was being annoyed by someone we
didn't want to be with, we would just find each other and
had an excuse to get away. It was a perfect setup.
The boys were always looking out for and protecting me.
One morning they really surprised me. I had left the
bar at about 9am and had gone back to the hotel room to shower
and change. Well, I got undressed, laid down on the
bed and promptly fell asleep. My guardians, along with
about 5 of their friends came looking for me. Deciding
that it was too beautiful a day for me to be sleeping in a
musty old hotel room, they felt they should wake me up.
I wouldn't have minded being woken up, but a bottle of amyl
stuck under my nose is not the way I would have chosen.
I jumped up, totally nude, only to find 7 great looking guys
in my room. None of which had any interest in me whatsoever.
It was at that moment my thoughts began to change.
Through the months
of June and July I had been having so much fun that I didn't
even miss having sex, but after the morning of the rude awakening,
I was beginning to feel the old urge return. Knowing
that I didn't want to break my vow of "no men" both Michaels
suggested that I check out the "Chez Paris." The only
woman's bar on the strip.
"You'll have to
come with me." I said. "I can't walk in there
all by myself."
"Why would I want
to go into a bar full of women?" Said Michael.
"They probably won't even let us in."
"I'll go with you."
My "stepbrother" Michael said. "Just till you get in
and feel comfortable."
"Thanks."
I said and gave him a hug and a kiss. That evening I
put on a pair of tight jeans and a white low-cut halter-top
and embarked upon my adventure. Michael and I walked
into the club; I paid my cover and started up the stairs.
Stopping to wait for him, I found myself alone. The
son-of-a-bitch sneaked out while I was getting my hand stamped.
There was nothing left for me to do, but take a deep breath
and continue on.
I sat down at the
bar, ordered my Singapore Sling, and checked out my surroundings.
It was your typical 70's disco with a raised dance floor and
flashing lights. The only difference was there were
no men in the place. Watching the women dancing close
and making out was getting me more aroused than I expected.
Before long another drink appeared before me. My heart
started pounding, I was scared shitless. I looked across
the bar and saw an attractive woman with short dark hair smiling
at me. I sort of half smiled back. Two minutes
later, she was by my side.
"You don't owe
me anything for the drink baby." She said putting her
arm around me. "But you've got the shyest smile I've
ever seen."
"Well, this is
my first time here." I finally managed to get out.
She laughed.
"Baby, this is your first time ever!" and she sat down next
to me. Her name was Dale and she was 32. I was
18. We talked for a while and then she asked me to dance.
It was a most unusual sensation. Her body felt so soft,
and she held me very gently. Being as short as I am,
my head reached just to her chest. I'd always been used
to dancing with men this way, but to lean my head on a pair
of breasts...very exciting. We danced for a while and
she asked if she could kiss me. By that point, she did
not have to ask I was ready.
What a different
feeling. Her lips were so much softer than any man's
I had ever kissed. As she slowly eased my mouth open
with her tongue, I found myself involuntarily pressing up
against her and that old familiar tingling between my legs
started. She suggested we go back to the hotel room
and who was I to argue?
When we got to
the room we started kissing again, much more passionately
this time. She untied my halter and my breasts freed
themselves into her hands. She kneaded them gently with
her hands and my body melted at her touch. She took
of my jeans then her own clothes and guided me onto the bed.
She sensed that I was still pretty unsure of what to do and
whispered to me "Just relax, I'm gonna take care of you."
And take care of
me is just what she did. As she sat me down on the bed
and began kissing me, our breasts met. What a delicious
feeling. I had to touch her breasts. They were
not as large as mine, but very nice with large nipples.
Now I know why you guys like to play with them so much.
She took my left breast into her mouth and began sucking it
while rolling my nipple around on her tongue. It felt
so good that I had to find out if I could cause that same
reaction in her (strictly for curiosity sake, you understand)
I ran my tongue across her nipple and it instantly hardened
and she moaned loudly and sucked on mine even harder.
This in turn elicited a similar moan from my lips.
She laid me down
on the bed and began kissing her way down my stomach, flicking
her tongue as she went. By the time she reached my mound
of auburn curls, I was more than ready. She spread my
wet lips and slowly ran her tongue up and down my dripping
pussy. This was heaven. She knew exactly what
she was doing. (And why not? She had the same
equipment and knew where everything was,) Her tongue formed
circles around my clit, teasing it, making it ache for more.
My breathing got harder, my moaning louder, but she whispered
to me "Not yet." She wanted to prolong my ecstasy.
When I felt I could no longer stand it and thought I would
die of pleasure if this went on much longer, she put her lips
over my throbbing clit and began to suck, while her tongue
licked and danced on it. My hips pushed hard into her
face and I let out a scream of delight. My body tensed
as the waves of orgasm overtook me. With every tremor,
every shudder, she pulled my hips even closer to her mouth.
When my pussy became so sensitive that I couldn't bear it,
I begged her to stop.
She lifted her
head and kissed her way back up to my mouth. I kissed
her deeply and tasted myself. I just had to try this
out for myself. I leaned her back on the bed and wasted
no time with preliminaries. I spread her pussy open
and slowly licked at her clit. She gasped as I felt
her harden under my tongue. Since I had never done this
before, I was curious to see if I could do to her, what I
thought felt good to me. I flattened my tongue and starting
at her asshole, licked all the way up. She sighed loudly,
so I knew I was doing something right. I teased her
like that a few more times then tongue-fucked her deeply.
Moaning, she lifted her hips against my face. I spread
her lips as wide as I could to give me complete access to
her engorged clit and began to flick and suck it. Her
hips started bucking wildly. I guess she was afraid
I would stop, because she grabbed my head and held it there
tight. I felt every muscle in her body tighten as her
juices filled my mouth. I was surprised at the sensation,
but I kept going, drinking up every bit of her until she was
drained.
She lifted me up
to her and kissed me gently. Rocking me in her arms,
we fell asleep.
We kept things
up like that till the summer drew to a close. I realized
that my questions of my sexuality were answered. I definitely
enjoyed being with a woman, but I knew I was not a lesbian.
The answer to my original question had to be the men I was
with. Not that they were all lousy lover so much as
they were young and either didn't know how to please a woman
or were too selfish to take the time to learn. All I
knew was when I got back to school I was not going to settle
for anything less that satisfaction, if I had to teach them
myself to get it.
She didn't
want me to leave, but I had to get back to school and to some
men. I hated to break her heart, but I had to tell her
that I was not ready to give up men completely. (Not
this little lady, I love cock way too much for that.)
So we left it at just a summer romance.
That was my first
experience with another woman, but certainly not my last.
I later discovered all sorts of interesting combinations of
people to get involved with. Which gives me all the
more to write and tell you about.
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