Rachel & Nikki

Nikki and I were and are best friends. Shortly after we turned eighteen, her parents took us to London for the weekend and on the second night before we were due to return, it happened. I had never been turned-on by another girl until then, and it established my sexual preferences for a decade. And yet, on that night, Nikki had no idea of the wheels she set in motion.
We had our own room in what was a very nice hotel, and although it was small, I wasn't complaining. It was a treat, after all to have been invited to London. The size of the room resulted in the beds being only a few feet apart and we could see one another clearly, even in the dark.

It was in the middle of the night when I awoke, and I wondered for a moment what it was that had disturbed me. Then Nikki sighed and I realized from her breathing that she was awake. I was about to speak when I heard something else. It was a gentle squishing sound, muffled by the bed sheets perhaps, but nevertheless quite distinctive. I knew then with absolute certainty that Nikki was playing with herself.

I had never thought of another girl that way and yet I instantly felt aroused. In an instant, my breathing had deepened, my skin tingled, my chest tightened and best of all, my nipples became so erect that they came alive with the friction as my nightshirt rubbed against them. I lay quietly, coming to terms with my arousal, and as I heard Nikki’s arousal grow as she continued to masturbate, my own excitement deepened and grew more intense with each passing minute.

She was proceeding slowly, or so it seemed to me. Taking it nice and gently but then occasionally speeding up with reckless abandon until she softly whimpered before slowing down as she stepped back from the brink. It seemed she took herself to the edge of an orgasm seven or eight times while I listened. Each time she would go quiet until her ragged breathing become regular and returned to something approaching normal.

Then off she would go again, the slurping sounds of her fingers in her sex as I watched her hand move under the bedcovers. At least, that was what my fevered imagination told. The excitement and raw sexuality of the situation soon had my clitoris rearing from its hood and without my even touching it, it was standing up so hard that I felt I was going to explode. Slowly she went from giving in the utter abandonment an orgasm would have given her before slowing again. It was torture. Delicious torture.

I have no idea how long she continued but I do know it was for a long, long time. Teasing herself to a near climax, stopping to regain some self-control and then starting all over again. It was halfway through her pleasuring that I quietly nudged my head around so that I could watch her bed. My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I could see that her knees were up under the covers, with her right hand slipped underneath her nightdress and the left at her chest, either teasing a nipple or kneading her breast.

I had become so aroused; I had no choice but to begin masturbating myself. My hands rose of their own accord and silently began to caress my own breasts, gently squeezing the firm flesh before using my fingers to circle and capture a nipple. Each in turn, no favoritism. At the same time, I was gently moving my hips, anxiously attempting to do so quietly and yet desperate to the resultant cascades of sensation that ran from my erect clitoris to my hard nipples and back down to the tips of my toes.

Quickly, I became so aroused I could feel my pussy juices beginning to wet my inner thighs. I urged to touch myself there but knew that to do so would be to give the game away. And so I lay there, gently writhing, playing with my breasts, whilst Nikki kept touching herself. Eventually, the arousal seemed to grab hold of her. She became less discreet and began whimpering. It was clear to my vivid imagination that she was no longer just rubbing her clitoris, she had at least one finger inside and her hips began to rise and fall with the finger fucking she was giving herself.

It was then that my sexual life began to change forever. As I listened, I began to imagine the positions reversed, that Nikki was lying awake listening to and being turned on by the sounds of my masturbation. I conjured a mental image of Nikki sitting on my bed, watching as I pleasured myself, teasing my body to a satisfying climax. I imagined that the way I was feeling right now was the way she would have been feeling as she watched me bring my body to an orgasm.

For a few seconds, that all pervading thought consumed me and I had to screw my eyes tightly closed to prevent myself from coming there and then at the quite scintillating and provocative mental picture playing in front of my eyes. As I regained my composure, my mind turned back to that image and I clearly saw her flushed cheeks, her hard nipples showing through her nightshirt and her smooth legs endlessly crossing and uncrossing as she sat and watched me caught in the same agony of excitement as she was enjoying.

I tried to chase the images away, but I was helpless. My own feelings of arousal were so intense that I no longer could stop them any more than I was able to control the sweet sensations flowing through my body. It was then, or around then, that I heard sound of Nikki’s orgasm. I blinked my eyes open and watched as her body began to shudder under the covers and the sound of her fingers rubbing her wet sex intensified.

I could hear her groaning under her breath, followed by a series of rapid gasps, then a stifled sob and then squeaking of bedsprings. The slippery sounds had reached a peak and as she groaned and rubbed herself rapidly again, the bed shook once more. Following a final almost inaudible sob, the silence of the room became deafening as I saw her buttocks lifted from the mattress, before falling back down amid a soundless explosion of sexual pleasure.

As I heard Nikki's sharp breathing subside, I was more than ever aware that only one of us had obtained the orgasm each of our bodies had separately craved. My own arousal and excitement were now at fever pitch and I felt that a single touch of my fingers would finish me off. My entire central system was tingling and throbbing and every beat of my heart sent a surge of excitement through my nipples and clitoris, increasing the swelling and throbbing as my overheated blood reached their clear pressure points.
For a few moments, I wondered I could find the will power to wait until Nikki went back to sleep to deal for even with my extreme arousal, I knew I would be too embarrassed to start playing with my slippery sex while she remained awake in the bed so close to mine. As the seconds began to stretch into eternity and I started to wonder if someone could die from extreme horniness, Nikki solved the problem for me.

Her sheets rustled and she swung her legs to the floor, heading for the bathroom. For a brief second, I saw her slight and naked figure silhouetted by the light she flicked on in the bathroom before she stepped inside and closed the door. I was in glorious darkness again and as I heard her running the shower, I decided it was now or never. Slipping one hand under my now wet nightdress, I began to urgently bring my body to a sexual climax.

My spare hand took to my breasts, caressing and lightly pinching the rigid nipples as my other hand went to my erect and well lubed clitoris. The electric shock that surged through me as I worked over my clit caused me to bounce with desire, erotic shocks coursing through my deliciously tormented body from my clitoris to the nipple I was tweaking and then back to my clitoris again. I wanted and needed to come and began to urgently masturbate, this time imagining Nikki and I both standing in front of each other, naked and masturbating with total abandon.

At first my fantasy had us pleasuring ourselves while our eyes were trained on one another but then my fantasy imagined our hands masturbating the other. As my erotic fantasy intensified, I could almost feel Nikki’s fingers stretching the sides of my wet sex as Nikki and I wrapped our arms around each other's neck.

I know I was moaning, and I became was so lost in my personal fantasies that I failed to hear Nikki finishing and I must have been only a few slippery strokes away from my peak when the door opened and Nikki stood, framed in the light, her body naked and her nightdress over her right arm. I could tell she was looking in my direction and I desperately attempted to still the tantalizing finger that currently rested on my throbbing clitoris.

I know my mouth said something, or perhaps it was simply a moan or a groan. Whatever it was, it was followed by most intense orgasm of my life, and I knew without doubt that Nikki was watching me come and there was nothing I could do about it. In desperation I tried to pretend I was still sleeping and had rolled over onto my side during sleep, but that made it worse as I was now facing Nikki as my orgasm exploded inside me.

I unsuccessfully tried to stifle a gasp and a sob as the waves of pleasure swept over my shuddering body and my juices flowed over the hand I now had trapped between my trembling legs. Shamelessly, I came before her, and because of her. The entire situation intensified my climax, and I made things worse by trying to clamp my legs together. All that did was to tighten my thighs around my hand and the resultant friction on my swollen clitoris sent me over the edge again.

"Oh fuck," I found myself saying, or rather I was chanting the words over and over again as my body jerked as if it was connected to an electrical pulse.

I lay there helplessly feeling another copious flow of juices over my trapped hand as for the second time in seconds my body bucked and shuddered as I came like the slut I felt I was, the waves of pleasure momentarily drowning out the feelings of shame and embarrassment that were shown by the deep flush spreading across my face.

Nikki stood there, her curvy figure framed in the light, until I had finished shuddering. As I looked across at her, fearful of what to say, I saw one of her hands back between her thighs and I am sure that her arm was slowly moving. Without speaking, she turned back into the bathroom and closed the door. This was awful, just awful. It seemed I had embarrassed my best friend so that she needed to have her own space away from me.

I slowly slid out of the bed and across to the bathroom door, about to knock and somehow start to apologize. The thing that stopped me was a sound, that familiar slurping sound again. As I stood in awe, the sound increased and was accompanied by little grunts, growing in volume until I heard a louder cry and a long low moan. I then discovered who she had been thinking about during her second masturbation session.

"Fuck," I heard her say through the door. "Fuck, Rachel, that was incredible."

Nothing else happened between Nikki and me -- for three weeks that is. I was at her house. We had spent the afternoon in her swimming pool, cavorting in our bikinis. My deep red was a contrast to Nikki's pale-yellow outfit. Her father looked like he was in heaven as he watched our young bodies exposed by the skimpy suits.

Our intention was to visit the cinema later and we returned to Nikki's room to get ready. Although she told me to use the shower first, she immediately removed her top, then peeled off her bikini bottom. I stood transfixed. My mind went back to the hotel room in London when I had imagined us standing in front of each other, naked and masturbating with total abandon.

My eyes were drawn to her body. Her smooth tanned skin and her small, jutting breasts with their erect brown nipples took my breath away. I had seen her naked before, obviously. But somehow, today was different. I knew she was watching me but could not help myself -- her erotic side wanted to show off her body to me. My gaze fell to her swollen, glistening sex with the nub of her clit standing out, visible underneath her trimmed curls.

Nikki seemed on the verge of speaking but in my nervousness, I headed straight into the bathroom. The image of her stunning body remained at the front of my mind as I showered. So did the recollection of our masturbation sessions in the hotel.

It was all I could do to stop bringing myself off there and then. Only the thought of Nikki being on the other side of the door stopped me.

When I emerged, I was wrapped only in a soft, white towel. Nikki was on her bed. Still naked. She sat up, her back against her pillow. But it was the way her hands gripped the iron rung on the headboard behind her that was most tantalizing. Her legs were spread open, exposing her pussy. It was as if she was tied there, ready for me to take her. I wondered if she could hear the thumping in my chest.

Her eyes were trained on mine, and she gave a smile at the same time as slightly easing her legs farther apart, now her pinkness was open to my gaze. The movement was almost imperceptible, but we both knew it was there. The thumping increased.

"Sit here a moment," she said.

It was her eyes that indicated where 'here' was. Her hands stayed behind her on the rigid bar. I sat beside her on the bed. Her breasts were moving in time with her faster than normal breathing. That was so erotic. Her erect nipples were even more so and I could feel my wetness.

"We need to talk about this," she said. Her voice was hoarse.

"About what?" I asked. I could hardly get the words out.

"London."
"
What about London?" I needed to ask the question just so I didn't misunderstand her. But we both knew what she was referring to.

"You masturbated in front of me," she softly said. Her eyes remained trained on mine.

"So did you," I immediately responded. I instantly realized my reaction was defensive.

"I know. I do it regularly. But that was the first time I've done it in front of someone. And I wanted to do it in front of you."
I didn't immediately reply, and the silence was deafening.

"Same here," I eventually croaked.

"It was marvelous, wasn't it?" she asked. Her eyes were glinting now. Full of arousal.

I couldn't bring myself to speak and instead just nodded my head.

"You made me come in the bathroom thinking about you masturbating."

I nodded again. "I know."

"What are we going to do?" she asked. She raised her eyebrow as she spoke.

"I don't know," I simply replied.

Nikki's eyes gleamed and this time the movement as she edged her legs a little wider was deliberate. She looked down at her soft brown curls, knowing my gaze would follow hers. Her gaze darted back to mine, catching me out in the act.

"Rachel, I've thought of nothing else since we came back. I dream of that night. I fantasize about it. I'm constantly horny now and whenever I get myself off, it's to thoughts of you. Does that disappoint you?"

I shook my head. "No," I answered. "I feel the same way."

She grinned, it was a tremendously sexy grin.

"Have you thought of watching me do it?"

I nodded. My mouth was dry. "Yes," I whispered.

Only at that point did Nikki take her hands from the iron rung. One went to her breast and the other dropped between her legs.

"You can," she softly breathed. "Now!"

My body shuddered with arousal. I think her eyes stayed on mine but my gaze was locked on her moving fingers. My ears were locked on to her soft moans of pleasure as she teased her clit.

"What do you think?" she asked.

Without raising my gaze, I croaked. "It is so hot to be watching you!"

"Remove your towel, Rachel."

I removed the towel and dropped it to the floor.

"Spread your legs."

My tongue licked around my dry lips. I spread my legs.

"Touch yourself. The way I'm doing."

I did and this time my soft moans matched hers. Only then did I lift my gaze to hers. Her eyes were narrow slits and were trained on my hand. Then she raised them to meet mine.

"Rachel" Her voice was trembling.

"Yes?" So was mine.

"Give me your hand."

I paused. The atmosphere was electrically erotic.

"Now," she insisted. Her voice was authoritative.

I held my hand out but she shook her head.

"Put it on mine," she softly directed. She nodded down to the hand between her legs.

My entire body tingled as I did as Nikki asked. I could feel her fingers underneath mine, rotating in slow circular movements. She moaned. I whimpered. When she removed her hand, my fingers fell on her slippery clit and without hesitation, I carried on from where she had left off.

"Fuck that's good," she whispered, her eyes closing. "Do you want to make me come, Rachel?"

"Like this?" I asked, increasing the pace.

She moaned again and nodded. “Just like that.” Instead of my previous nervousness, I felt in control. The feeling of her wet sex under my fingers was sensational. I felt wicked, incredibly wicked. I couldn't help myself. As I stroked her, I leant forward and flicked my tongue across her nipple.

"Oh God," she moaned, her body jerking.

"Good?" I asked.

"Oh yeah!" She opened her legs wider, and I slipped a finger inside. Her body jerked again. "Oh yes, Rachel. Exactly like that, just keep doing that, just a little more."

As I slid a second finger inside, my mouth returned to her nipple. But this time instead of flicking it with my tongue, I took it between my lips and sucked it inside. Her body jerked again.

"Rachel, I'm so close...."

So was I, I thought. And she hadn't touched me. Yet. I could feel my clit standing as rigid as a little cock and I adjusted myself so that my pussy rested against her knee. As I increased the pace of my finger fucking, I began to rub myself against her. The friction on my clit was unbelievable.

"Rachel, don’t stop...." she repeated, her eyes now as wide as saucers. "So near...."

"Me too, Nikki," I gasped. I was rubbing myself against her knee like a rutting dog.

It seemed the idea of my using her knee to fuck myself, as well as my fingers inside her, was enough to get her there.

"Rachel, I can't help it. Here I go. I'm coming...."

All thoughts of reaching my own orgasm left me as I concentrated on Nikki's. I adjusted my position to lie alongside her and finger fucked her throughout her climax, until my fingers were coated in her juices. As she writhed against my fingers, I sucked on her nipple again and a second, smaller, orgasm burst through her.

"Fuck, Rachel," she eventually said, her ragged breathing beginning to return to normal. "That was fantastic."

I gave a sensual smile. It had been.

"Did you come too?" she asked.

I shook my head. "No, but that's not important. Just giving you...."

Nikki jumped to her knees. "Want me to do you?"

"Nikki...." I began, but her hand was already between my thighs.

"Lie back," she directed.

Her fingers on my clit felt sensational and for a second I thought I might faint. Her other hand softly pushed me down on the covers. I closed my eyes but only for a second. The soft touch of her lips on mine brought them wide open. She paused for a second to smile at me and then slipped her warm tongue into my mouth before kissing and biting around my neck. As her fingers worked over my clit, she began to suck and bite my neck. She was marking me.

"Oh God," I whispered, my orgasm closing in on me.

Nikki sat up at pulled her hand away. "Want to come?"

I nodded, wanting this tease to finish me.

"Want a big one?"

My clouded eyes stared into hers. She had something wicked in mind. Whatever it was, I needed to come right now. "Please," I croaked.

Her eyes gleamed and she passed me a pillow.

"Use this to stay quiet," she instructed.

At first, I didn't know what she meant. Nor had I any idea of her intention. As her mouth licked and kissed its way down my body, it hit me. I began to raise my head and looked down at Nikki. Her eyes looked up at me as her mouth reached my pussy. Her eyes were filled with lust. My head flopped back onto the pillow as her mouth sucked on my clit.

Then I felt her enter me. One finger, then another. Slowly and sensuously, she began to fuck me as her mouth worked over my clit. I opened my legs further, wanting to give her greater access to my sex. I could feel it start, from deep inside me. My skin tingled, almost too sensitive to touch. And then I began to shiver and my legs twitched each time Nikki’s teeth teased my clit.
Covering my head with the pillow to drown the noise, I screamed as the hardest orgasm of my young life raced through me.

We dressed for the movies. “Don’t wear panties” Nikki whispered.

Nikki had picked out a French movie about a blossoming love affair between two French girls. As the sexual tension mounted in the movie, I could feel my arousal build. As one of the girls went down on her lover, Nikki began to nibble and bite on the other side of my neck. Now I would have love bites on both sides of my neck. At the same time, I felt her hand slide up my leg, under my skirt and found my pussy.

“Nikki, not here.” “”Shhh…”

She was amazing. She gently stroked my pussy as the girls’ lovemaking got more and more intense on the screen. I could feel my pussy begin to spasm as one of the French girls got close. Nikki’s fingers entered me and brought me my orgasm just as the French girl came. Tears ran down my cheek from Nikki’s sensuality.

Whatever way I looked at it, I was hooked on Nikki. For this period of my life, it was all about Nikki. She was my young seductress and best friend who had immersed me in an entirely new way of life. And I can't say that I looked at any other girl that way.
Until we spent a summer sleepover at Sarah's.

As girls do, the three of us compared ourselves in our swimsuits. Sarah and I were around the same height, and whilst I thought I looked okay, she looked sensational. Her 34-C breasts were more than ample on her small frame, and I surprised myself by how much I stared at them. The first stirrings of sexual arousal, I guess.

And her large, expressive brown eyes were a knockout. Up to that point, I hadn't known her well. But I was well and truly smitten with the curly, brown-haired beauty.

After our last experience, Nikki and I had continued as friends, knowing what we had done but without specifically speaking about it again. I thought about it every day, wanted it every day, but was far too shy to attempt to initiate anything. Nikki was the initiator, but our parents were around a lot, which meant less opportunities to have sex. And so that's how it remained between us, until we slept over at Sarah's house.

If I had been aroused by sex with Nikki, it was nothing compared to what happened that night.

The three of us had stayed up late to watch a movie and it was late when we went to bed. Sarah, of course, was sleeping in her own room. Nikki and I were sleeping together in a double bed. My level of arousal was high from spending time with Sarah. It increased further at the thought of sleeping with Nikki.

The light from the hallway shone through the glass pane above our bedroom door. It created a subtle shade of grey in the room that meant we could clearly see each other. When Nikki suggested we sleep nude, a thrill ran through me that made me feel faint.
She was waiting for me, sexy and naked on top of the covers, when I came out of the bathroom. When I looked down at her perfect body, I desperately wanted to touch myself.

"Okay, Rachel; I want to try something," she softly said, sitting up.

"What?" I asked.

"Are you up for it?" she said, ignoring my question. Her eyes were glinting with excitement.

"Y... yes," I conceded. "But what?"

Nikki smiled. It was almost devious. A smile of control. "Lie down," she whispered.

I did, settling back into the comfortable mattress. I was already wet at the thought of what was to come. Nikki sat in front of me, straddling my thighs so that I could feel her pussy on mine. That felt sensational. She placed her legs over my thighs in a way that pinned my legs apart. I gasped as I opened wider. Leaning forward, she took hold of both my wrists and pinned them by my head.

"Don't move them," she commanded. "Do you hear?"

I nodded. The submissive position only served to increase my excitement. She leaned forward, her pussy and tits coming into contact with mine as her soft lips planted butterfly-like kisses along the top of my shoulders and on my sensitive neck. I shivered with arousal.

"Good, Rachel?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Close your eyes," she ordered. "And keep them closed."

I did, enjoying the feel of her tongue as it flicked across my skin. Then I felt her hands on my wrists again and before I knew what she was doing, I felt tightness. My eyes jerked open as I realized that she had tied both hands to the bedpost.

I tried to move them, but the belt from her dressing gown was surprisingly strong. My heart pounded as I realized how helpless I was, partly in concern but also from excitement. The familiar warmth filled my stomach and ran down to my pussy.

"How does that feel, Rachel" Nikki asked.

The wild look in my eyes must have given her my answer, because she smiled an erotic sort of smile and traced the tips of her fingers along the underside of my tits. I shuddered and felt my nipples grow hard in an instant. Nikki's teasing continued for some time, until she moved her fingers higher and ran them around the swell of my tits. I could hardly breathe.

They traced large, invisible circles before narrowing in on my nipples. My body trembled uncontrollably under her delicate touch. The tingling warmth in my loins became a smoldering fire, and I licked my dry lips as her fingertips took control of my diamond-hard peaks.

I closed my eyes as Nikki dipped her head and took first one, and then the second nipple into her mouth. I wanted to stroke her hair, but the restraints holding my hands kept me in check. I opened my eyes again in frustration, and my heart stopped. There was a shadow in the doorway!

I was speechless as I strained to see. Just as I recovered sufficiently to think about warning Nikki, the figure slipped into the room. Sarah raised a finger to her lips, to silence me.

Nikki had been giving her full attention to my tits and hadn't seen the extra beam of light as Sarah entered. The sexy brunette simply slipped into the wicker chair near the door, where she had a clear view of Nikki and me. My eyes pleaded with her to leave, but she simply shook her head and sat back quietly. Had I not seen her enter, I would have had no idea she was there.

If I was to speak, to warn Nikki, now was the time. But for some reason that still surprises me even now, I stayed silent. Quite simply, Sarah's presence took my sexual arousal onto a new dimension. Nikki felt it, I'm not sure how. Perhaps the way I arched my body? Pushed my tits against her working mouth? Wrapped my legs around her back?

"That's it, baby," Nikki groaned as my whole being responded to her lips and tongue.

But it wasn't just her lips and tongue I was responding to. It was the sensual sight of Sarah, pushing herself back into that wicker chair, her eyes on me. One hand had sneaked underneath her nightgown to her pussy, the other was on the outside of the material, gently caressing her breast. Oh, Fuck!

I was helpless for the pleasure of two women.

Nikki eased herself upwards and as she did, she stared me in the eye while her hands forced my thighs apart. I willingly unhooked my legs from her back, wanting the pleasure that awaited. Wanting Sarah to watch my pleasure. My body was burning.

Nikki's hands retreated from my bare breasts and traced patterns along my inner thighs. Softly at first, then pressing a little harder with each pass. I moaned, not daring to look at Sarah when my young lover was staring at me so intently. Her fingers ran from my knees to the edge of my pussy and back again.

"Want it, Rachel?" Nikki murmured.

I nodded.

When her fingertips touched my pussy, my body jerked upwards.

"God, Rachel, you are hot for it tonight!" she smiled.

If only she knew. When she lowered her gaze to watch my pussy squirm, I looked past her at Sarah. The beautiful brunette's eyes were narrow slits. Her legs were wide apart now, both feet firmly planted on the floor. Her nightdress was open and I could see her fingers moving in small circles over her pussy. Oh, Fuck!

My excitement was such that my thick, flowing, essence immediately coated the tips of Nikki's fingers as they pressed inside me. I realized I was moaning constantly. Aroused by the fingers. Aroused by Nikki. And aroused by Sarah.

I was unable to help myself from writhing under her delicate touch. I was entranced by the eroticism of the situation. I moaned louder as one hand fingered me and the other reached up and cupped my naked breast. Nikki kneaded on the firm swell and tweaked my pulsating nipple. And as my moans increased, so did the speed of Sarah's hand.

When Nikki began to lower her head, I lifted my ass from the bed. I was anxious to meet her. Sarah's brown eyes were wide open now and even in the dim, grey shadow I could sense her acute arousal. My eyes narrowed as Nikki's mouth reached its goal. Her lips closed in on my clit, and she looked up to hold my gaze as her mouth tenderly devoured the sensitized nub. I almost came unglued.
My legs went around the top of her back, urging her closer. She responded to my heaving arousal, her lips and tongue now teasing my pulsating clit. I lifted my hips to rub my aching sex harder against her fantastic mouth. My arousal was such that my juices were coating her working lips and she eagerly swallowed the mixture of my creamy wetness and her own saliva.

My body and mind could not comprehend the tongue fucking I was being given while I watched the sensual Sarah masturbating on the chair, watching us. I looked across at the brunette and could her hand, available to my gaze; finger-fucking herself to oblivion. Getting herself off on my pleasuring.

The sight was so sexy, I couldn't hold back. I came. Came for Sarah!

But that description does not do it justice. I didn't just come, I erupted. My body wildly jerked in uncontrollable spasms. My surging essence smeared itself all over and into Nikki's mouth and face. Somehow, I looked at Sarah in the midst of my orgasm and saw that her body was bent over, shuddering. She had reached her goal too. As she watched me!

The thought that Sarah watched me get fucked by Nikki and got off doing it sent a second orgasm rocking through me and Nikki quickly slithered up my body, planting her hand across my mouth.

"For goodness sake, Rachel," she gasped. "You'll wake the whole house!"

She planted her mouth over mine to quiet me and we kissed for a while. When she licked my neck, marking me yet again, I glanced over her shoulder and saw an empty chair. My phantom lover had left. I could taste myself on Nikki's face and lips. I imagined the taste was Sarah's juices. I knew then that I needed to taste them, taste the brunette, taste Sarah. I wouldn't rest until I had.

The next morning was strange. Basically, my phantom lover ignored me. I waited for her to open the conversation. Or at least to make eye contact. There was nothing. Embarrassment, perhaps? I doubted it. That didn't seem to fit in. Even when I attempted to initiate any sort of discussion, she was disinterested, preferring instead to spend time chatting to Nikki.

Distraught would be too strong a word for what I felt. But it was close. The brunette had finger fucked herself to orgasm while watching me get fucked and coming on Nikki's face and lips. I had imagined making Sarah come on mine, tasting her juices. I'd told myself I wouldn't rest until I had. But suddenly, the cool enigma was ignoring me.

The next sleepover came a week later. Not at Sarah's, I hadn't seen her again, though I had tried to make contact a couple of times. It was at Nikki's.

We had this thing occasionally when we had a movie night. And not just for Nikki and me, her mom took part too. She was cool and would fix us really great meals and allowed us wine. Tonight, we'd all had a little more than we should. It gave me a nice buzz and I was looking forward to sex with Nikki. After the disappointment with Sarah, I wanted this to be something special.
Nikki's mom, Kelli, was forty-something, but I have to confess there was something about the way she carried herself that gave off a certain allure. We had had a particularly good meal and it was later than usual when we began to watch the DVD. We weren't even halfway through it when Nikki fell asleep. Her mom woke her up once, but the same thing happened again. I smiled. It was that wine. But sleepy or not, I had great things planned for Nikki later.
Eventually, her mom nudged her and told her to go to bed. Nikki straightened up, her eyes incredibly sleepy.

"I'll go, too," I murmured, anxious to fuck my young lover before she fell into too deep a sleep.

Kelli chuckled. "No, Rachel, don't go yet. You want to see the finish of the movie don't you? And I'd feel terrible watching it on my own."

Well, yes, I did want to go with Nikki. But I had no choice. I glanced across at Evelyn and she smiled sweetly. I thought that another hour wouldn't hurt. It might even heighten the anticipation. I smoothed my red t-shirt as I sat up and nodded. "Yeah, that would be nice."

Nikki's mother slowly got up from the couch and left the room. Within a few seconds, she'd returned, with another two glasses of wine. That was nice. When she sat back down, she flopped next to me, her thigh touching mine. We sat for about ten minutes watching the movie when a lesbian scene came on. Nothing heavy. But very sensual.

I felt myself tingling. I also felt Evelyn casually running her fingers along the back of my hair. How had she got her hand there? The stroking of my hair felt nice, and I could feel my breathing increase from the action on the screen.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Rachel," she asked.

"No boyfriend."

"Been on a date with a girl?"

My head jerked round to stare at her. "A girl?"

Her blue eyes smiled at me. "Well, it's quite natural nowadays. And you seemed to like the action on the screen..."

I didn't answer. But somehow that tell-tale tingle was between my legs.

"Do you?" she pressed. "Like the action on the screen?"

What could I say? That her daughter and I had been fooling around for a little while now. That as soon as we were in bed my tongue would be in Nikki's pussy. I decided to act cool. I was a woman of the world after all.

"Yeah," I said. "I do. I like women having sex" I looked across to see the shock on her face. But there was none. Just a smile. A curious sort of smile.

"Do you masturbate?" she asked. Out of the blue, just like that!

I was shocked, embarrassed and yet very aroused at the question. She didn't wait for me to answer.

"Of course you do. We all do." at this point she leant closer and I could feel her breath on my cheek. "Do you think of another woman when you do?"

If I was breathing a little faster from the action on the DVD, I went into overdrive now. My arousal levels bounced into the red zone. Her face was so close to mine and it was all I could do to prevent myself from kissing those full, red lips. Her intense blue eyes stared into mine.

"My wine..." I whimpered, trying to break the spell.

But before I could lean forward, she beat me to it. "I'll get it," she breathed, reaching across to the table with my glass next to hers. She picked it up, but instead of handing it to me, she drank it herself. Or at least, she took a long drink into her mouth. Then she slowly eased her arm back around me and leaned in, pressing her mouth to mine.

Instinctively, I opened my mouth for the kiss and she allowed the wine to flow from her mouth to mine. Without a doubt, it was one of the most erotic experiences of my life, in its own way almost on a par with Sarah's masturbation.

When I swallowed the wine, our tongues entwined. Quite simply, it was wonderful, full of the experience that only the older woman can bring. Her perfume, her hungry eyes, and the warmth of her lips hit me like a freight train. It was the softest and sweetest French kiss I'd known and it sent tingly shivers to my pussy and every spot on the way.

When she pulled away, she took a lingering look at my breasts, and then slowly raised her eyes to mine. There was something smoky and hot in her gaze.

"How was that?" she asked.

"Fucking hot," I gasped, before I realized what I'd said.

She smiled; her blue eyes boring into my soul. "So you like women, Rachel?"

I nodded. I admit it, I was putty in her hands.

She leant forward and kissed me again. Just as sweet but this time it didn't stop. We kissed and kissed, our tongues exploring each other's mouths for what seemed like a long, long time. I could feel her breasts pressed against mine and I knew I was almost excited enough to orgasm then and there on that couch.

"Mrs Murray..." I began.

"Call me Kelli."

"Kelli..."

"Yes dear..."

But her lips cut off my words. She kissed me for so long I forgot what it was I intended to say. And it wasn't just the kiss that stopped me in my tracks. Her hand had found my breast and she was tweaking my nipple through my thin bra. It was instantly hard and the sensation shot straight down to my clit.

I reached up and put my hand on her right breast, not believing I was doing such an impulsive thing. Fuck, it felt nice. And so deliciously wicked, too. I kneaded it in my hand, encouraged by the purring that somehow escaped my lips as we continued our kiss.
Kelli peeled off my top and dropped it on the floor. Her experienced fingers quickly had my bra off, too. I could feel the cool air on my nipples as she removed her own top and bra and I gasped out loud when her erect nipples pressed against mine.

Kelli hiked her skirt up to her hips eased her left leg over mine and pressed her groin against my pussy. Our breasts pushed together as she began fucking motions with her hips, slowly and gently, grinding her pussy against mine. Only our panties separated our pussies. As she began to fuck me, she covered my neck and shoulders with kisses and I responded, grinding back into her. My first orgasm was quick and Kelli held me while I trembled. But then she was back to fucking me again.

She stayed that way, her hips gyrating as she fucked me. Our lips touched, her breasts pressed more firmly against mine. She kissed me softly, her tongue flicking at mine. She moaned, pressing herself harder against me, and I wrapped myself closer, increasing the friction on our pussies.

We stopped kissing as we both began to pant and squirm against each other. I was moaning and Kelli was giving tiny almost inaudible grunts with each of her thrusts. I'm not sure who started to come first, but we locked tighter together and kept thrusting as our orgasms engulfed us. Her first, my second.

I don't know whether it was the experience of the older woman, or just the illicitness of the situation. But whatever the reason, it was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. Even more so than my experiences with Nikki. Even more than when Sarah was watching.
But if I thought we were finished, I was wrong. Kelli was slithering off the couch and slipped between my legs. "So sexy," she moaned, when she saw my skimpy and very wet black thong. Her fingers found the waistband of my panties and she pulled them down and off my legs.

With an increasing urgency, she pushed my legs apart and lowered her head. "I have to go down on you," she groaned, seconds before her mouth devoured my pussy.

Her experienced tongue was hot. So were the deep purring noises she gave as she lapped at my juices. After our fucking, her tongue easily slipped inside and I moaned as she began a series of broad sweeps from the bottom to the top of my sex. She was firmly in control, delighting in my young body. When my moans grew, she pulled away. Her eyes looked up into mine and the lascivious look burnt into my soul.

She deliberately held my gaze as she moved a little higher, seeking out my clit. Her blue eyes blazed arousal at me as she picked up the rhythm and I placed my hand lightly on the top of her head, following rather than directing her movements. Fuck, she quickly had me close to a third orgasm and she hadn't really started. I let my hand slip to the back of her head and tightly gripped her hair.

She knew I was on the edge and renewed her efforts to make me come. I could not help but grind my pussy against her face. I gave up any pretense at control as I looked down at her. Her blue eyes remained on mine as she licked ever faster. Her face was red with exertion, her forehead glistening with perspiration, and I realized that just from this wanton act, Kelli was close too.

The realization that she was going to come, simply from licking me, was too much to handle. My body stiffened and then shook as jolts of pleasure shook through me. It was quick, it was violent, and it was sensational. I jammed my fist into my mouth to drown out my screams of pleasure. Fuck, Kelli knew everything there was to know about a woman's body.

It took me a while to come down from my high, and when I did, I realized that Kelli had come too. Yet she was still in position between my legs. I looked down at her with a slightly quizzical look.

"I need to clean you..." she purred, and I felt my loins twitch again at the thought.

She began to lick at the juices on my inner thighs and then moved to my pubis. The touch of her tongue, combined with the soft sucking sounds, felt magical. I felt a growing twinge and instantly knew that she was bringing me back to boil.

With a teasing smile, her sweet tongue roamed over my pubis, sometimes returning to my thighs, teasing me by avoiding my labia. Only when she heard me groan out for release, did she take pity. In one movement, she clamped her mouth to my pussy and sank her tongue deep inside. My fourth orgasm was not so intense, but I felt special by the way her mouth eagerly sucked in and swallowed down my offering.

Eventually, she slithered upwards. She looked so sexy with her face covered in my juices. "That was so good, baby," she moaned into my ear. "You'll have to stop over more often."