Jenny Again
Jenny and I had finally ended up in bed together. I had invited her for coffee under the guise of neighborliness, and that was when I told her that I knew she had watched me and that I didn't mind. She was a bit taken aback to put it mildly, especially when I let her know that I had seen her too. She became more and more turned on at the thought. Soon we were doing it together, but this time at the opposite ends of the same couch. The step from there to the bedroom was almost a foregone conclusion.
Even so, it still wasn't a done deal and I had to take things very slowly. We kissed and caressed and I played with her, but she didn't make any attempt to touch me anywhere that mattered. I was beginning to worry that it might be all one-way traffic, but then she'd suddenly asked me if I would invite her for coffee again so that she could learn more about being with a woman. That was a bit unexpected, but I told her I would, because then I figured we would get it together properly
We hadn't arranged an exact time, so when she didn't appear after lunch I wasn't too bothered. But as time wore on and she still didn't show up I got more and more frustrated, until finally I had to accept that I was being stood up and I eased my frustration by practicing on myself. I had been so sure she'd turn up too. Never mind, I thought, perhaps something had come up and she'll be around tomorrow instead. But she wasn't. In fact, I didn't see her for the next three days. The weather had not been that good, so I kind of convinced myself that was the reason.
I talked on the phone about it with Tina, looking for a little sympathy and advice on how to get her back into my bed, but she gave it to me straight. Jenny had chickened out. Giving in to her bisexual side had been more than her background could take. She was simply avoiding me so that I'd work that out for myself without her having to tell me. I suppose I'd already known it. I would just have to shrug and move on, but I knew I would miss the fun that Jenny and I might have had.
But it seems that Jenny is nothing if not unpredictable, for the very next day, as I resigned myself to having all work and no play, there was a rather hesitant knock on my kitchen door. I knew immediately who it was, simply because no one else would call at my back door, and I'll readily admit to wondering how, or even if, I should answer it. But of course, I did.
“Hello” she said, sounding very timid.
“Can I talk to you?”
“Of course” I answered, trying not to look thrilled to see her.
I led her into the lounge, wondering quietly where she would choose to sit. To my surprise she sat at the end of the sofa, exactly where she had the last time.
“Would you like a coffee?” I asked, trying to sound upbeat by adding. “No strings attached.”
“Thank you, yes. But first can I say sorry?”
“You just did” I told her, turning away to hide the smile I couldn't suppress. “Apology accepted, and now I'll make some coffee.”
I sensed her smiling too as I made my way into the kitchen, but by the time I came back a couple of minutes later, the smile had gone and she was sitting with her knees together, looking very prim and very thoughtful. I guessed that whatever she wanted to say had been rehearsed a number of times over the last day or two. Even so we sat in silence for a few minutes.
“Look” she said suddenly, half turning in her seat to look at me. “After I got home I thought about what happened, and I don't think we should have done it.”
I sat and said nothing, hoping she'd go on. I thought I had an idea what had happened, it had been too much for her ingrained morality to handle all in one go and she was on a guilt trip. If that was the case, then maybe all was not lost.
“It's not fair on either of us” she blurted. “I can't start a relationship with you. I'm married and you've got someone.”
“And?” I asked.
“And?” she echoed, thinking I meant "so what?".
“And there's more to it than that, isn't there?”
She went silent again. I don't think I was following her carefully thought out script.
“Didn't you enjoy what we did?” I prompted her.
“Yes” she looked into my eyes and smiled wanly. “That's the trouble.”
I raised my eyebrows in silent query.
“Look” she said again. “I loved us watching each other and I loved it when you touched me and made me come, but you'll want me to do the same for you and I don't think I could do that. I'm sorry.”
I had the distinct feeling that maybe she hadn't really come over just to apologize, that was a sort of cover for her being several days late due to her indecisiveness. I remembered the greedy way she looked at my pussy when we were masturbating together and I was pretty sure she wanted much the same as I did, if only she could let herself go. I rather guessed that she'd been struggling with her conscience since then and that in the end her conscience had lost out, and that was why she had called round. I also guessed that she could quite easily be scared off again. If I was to get anywhere, I would have to tread very, very carefully and seduce her all over again.
“Then don't, it's ok” I told her. “Nobody should ever do anything they're not comfortable with. Neither of us would get pleasure out of that” I was carefully keeping an "us" in it.
“But if we did anything together you'd want your pleasure too.”
A promising choice of words.
“Yes, and you've seen that I'm perfectly capable of doing that for myself, especially when someone is watching.”
She giggled, the first relaxed sound she had made. “So am I, especially when someone is watching”she acknowledged, echoing my words. I got the idea that the thought was starting to turn her on again.
“There is one thing you can rely on” I told her, waiting for her attention before continuing. “If anything was to ever happen between us in the future, you can always call a halt, anytime, no problem. Remember that, just in case.”
She sat considering what I'd said. “Do you think something could happen in the future?”
That was one hell of a question and I took my time before I answered. I wasn't going to say it wouldn't, but I didn't want to push things either.
“I don't know. I won't hide the fact that I'd like it to, because you already know that. But only as far as you would be comfortable with. I mean, if you'd ever like us to just play in front of each other again sometime without anything else happening, then that's fine by me.” I smiled encouragingly. “I got a heck of a buzz from it the last time.”
“I must admit that so did I” she paused, looking pensive for what seemed ages before she spoke again. “If that ever happened again we wouldn't have to do anything else, would we?”
Things were definitely going my way. This was one day when I hadn't worn a bra at all and I could see her keep glancing at my hardening nipples poking through my top.
“We don't have to do anything at all” I reminded her. “But it would be lovely if we could see each other play with ourselves sometimes.” I chuckled, adding. “Without having to watch over the garden fence.”
“Yes it would, wouldn't it?”
Got her! Now to reel her in.
“Are you in a hurry?” I asked, knowing that she would understand exactly what I meant.
She paused for so long I thought I'd blown it.
“No. I've got plenty of time.” Her voice had that sudden thickness that comes with intense arousal.
“Remember” I tried to reassure her. “Nothing that we're not both happy with.”
She nodded, and then there was another long silent pause, but this time it was while I summoned up the courage to take that all or nothing step. If I began and she didn't follow, then that would be that. She was obviously turned on, her lips were parted and I could actually hear her breathing, but that didn't mean she'd join in with me. But I would never find out without trying. I crossed my arms and took hold of the hem of my top, looking straight at her to gauge her reaction.
“Shall I?” I asked, pushing as hard as I dare. She gave the quickest of little nods, staring at my hands and waiting for me to make the move.
I hauled my top over my head and dropped it on the floor beside me, watching her all the time. She swallowed hard and licked her lips, she clearly wanted to, but would she? I stood up and unbuckled my belt, reaching for my zip with my eyes fixed on her face. At least she hadn't run out of the door. I pushed down my jeans, resting each foot in turn on the sofa to ease them over my heels, purposely letting her see my legs and the crotch of my panties. Now they were all I had on, and still she hadn't acted in response. I was going to feel utterly humiliated if I took them off and all she did was to walk out. I was pretty certain she wouldn't, but I needed some indication that her reaction would be positive. I stretched a hand out to her, hinting for her to stand and do as I had done.
Jenny reached up and took my hand, letting me raise her to her feet before releasing me and starting to unbutton her blouse. I felt such a quiet elation it was unbelievable. I was sure now that we would become lovers, even though she had stressed that she didn't think she could go that far. But I had the beginnings of a plan based on the little movements she had made during her climax the last time, and if it panned out then she would find she wanted to go further than she had imagined.
I watched as she undressed, smiling encouragingly. She smiled back. It seemed that she was satisfied with the compromise decision she had finally made, and she was gaining in confidence with each item she took off. Soon we both stood clad only in our panties; appropriately mine were as blue as my intentions and hers an innocent white. I hooked my thumbs into my waistband.
“Sure?” I asked, giving her a last chance to back out and praying that she wouldn't take it.
She nodded and I pushed down my panties, stepping out of them with my eyes fixed firmly on the floor, trying to give her the space to follow my lead. When I straightened up and stood naked before her, I was just in time to see her step out of her own and carelessly kick them away to the side. She saw me staring in surprise at her casualness.
“Well, I'm not going to need them for a while, am I?”
“No” I replied, adding. “I hope not anyway.”
She gave a tiny smile.
“Like before?” I asked after a moment or two.
She nodded and I collected the cushions from the chairs and divided them between us, making a little pile in the opposite corners of the sofa. “We might as well be comfortable” I told her with a smile, sitting back in my seat.
She sat at the opposite end and, just like before, we swung ourselves around to face each other, opening our legs and interlinking them with my left outside of her right and vice versa. Because of the extra cushions we were closer than before, not quite within touching distance but pretty close, and my heart was hammering away inside my chest at the thought of what might happen if I could just change her mind about nothing more than masturbation. It might happen, and it would if I had my way.
It's strange. You'd think after all the talk we'd now be eager to get going, we were both certainly horny enough, but instead we both sat, stark naked and with our legs wide, each waiting for the other to begin. But hey, at least the wait gave me chance to take in the beauty of this petite blonde again. I mean she is stunning, well worth just looking at, so sexy, with pert little breasts tipped by lovely pale pink nipples and the most gorgeous shaven pussy. I was tempted to just launch myself along the sofa at her. God, I wanted that woman, but softly, softly and all that.
I don't think she noticed me staring like a love-struck teenager because her eyes were also fixed on me, taking in the same parts that I was gazing at on her and waiting perhaps to see me start playing with them. I forced myself to stop staring; it was time to concentrate on the seduction that I was hoping to pull off. I put a hand on my thigh and let it softly slide along towards my pussy.
I've already said how much I like being watched masturbating. I know it sounds odd, but I like that just as much as watching someone else do it. So this was going to be a double pleasure for me, and I hoped for Jenny too. I forked my fingers over my labia and parted them, opening myself up to her gaze in the hope that she just might take the implied invitation to touch. Unfortunately she didn't take the hint, but instead she just looked at me there, and then, with a quick glance at my face, she did the same thing, placing her hand over her pussy and holding her lips apart, letting me see its lovely pink interior. I hadn't expected that reaction, but I liked it. For a little while we stayed like that, each of us openly gazing at the other's shining wet pussy. I could hear her breathing deepen even more and I could see the lust in her face, but I wasn't quite sure if the reason for that was her looking at me or knowing I was looking at her.
Nice as it was, we couldn't stay like that forever, and so I started to stroke my pussy, running the two fingers up and down between my outer labia, keeping them apart but catching my clit and dipping just slightly into my entrance. I heard Jenny's breath catch at what I was doing and then she began to copy me, her slender fingertips tracing the inside of her slit. I could feel my own breathing getting ragged at the sight.
My fingertips seemed to settle on my clit of their own accord and I began to play in earnest with my eyes still pinned to Jenny's pussy, shining wet with her marvelous juices as she became hotter. Her fingers too soon found her button and we sat facing each other watching each other strumming, our gazes going from face to pussy. We caught each other's eyes from time to time, smiling sexily at each other. It seemed to me that we were both so much more comfortable than the first time, maybe because Jenny felt safe from things getting too far out of control, although I hoped that wasn't the case.
She must have been pretty relaxed this time, because after a few minutes she closed her eyes and let her head rest back on the sofa, one hand rubbing urgently on her pussy and the other going to her breast, squeezing it and pulling tightly on her nipple. I listened to her little gasps and groans, sure that, although she seemed almost oblivious to my presence, she was truly enjoying the knowledge that I was watching her. Whatever it was doing for her, it was definitely working for me. It was keeping me so turned on I couldn't take my eyes off of her lovely pale pussy, just watching her fingers going rapidly back and forth across her clit. Her entrance gaped wide, wet and slippery and so damn inviting. Once more I had to stop myself from pushing my luck. It seemed to me that she was going to come soon and I didn't want to put her off. Just like the last time she was coming very quickly and just like last time I was not going to be very far behind her.
She didn't announce her orgasm this time, but there was no need. Her gasps became more frequent, and her body began to twitch and shudder, her bottom almost dancing on the sofa, and then I saw her pussy pulse with little contractions as she reached the edge. Her eyes popped open, fixing on me in a strange unfocussed kind of way, and she was there. Her hips lifted from the sofa as she pushed herself up against her flying fingers, her other hand grabbed hard at her breast and she let out one long gasping sigh before she lowered herself back down, jerking and shuddering as her short powerful climax subsided. Her involuntary movements had brought her closer to me so that our feet were level with each other's hips and our pussies only about eighteen inches apart. Her closeness was such an invitation, but we were only supposed to touch ourselves. I just hoped she was tempted as much as I was. Maybe she was, because she looked at me and smiled softly, and I smiled back through clenched teeth, my fingers now rubbing my button as hard and fast as they could.
Jenny watched me intently trying to make myself come, her hand dropping back between her legs to tease me by very gently playing with herself. I stared at her, my eyes wide, my mouth dropping open, one hand tugging at my nipple and the other strumming my clit. I was getting closer and closer, partly because of Jenny watching what I was doing, partly because of watching her and also partly because of what I hoped might happen between us. I could see her eyes glinting with excitement at watching me play, and I knew it was not going to be long before she would get her wish and see me come. I could feel it building, that warm pressure in my pelvis that would very soon burst out into an orgasm.
Once again her presence made my orgasm so much stronger than normal. It surged through me like hot lava, overloading my nervous system, making my muscles tighten and my toes curl. I cried out, a long gasping cry of pure pleasure as my hips jerked and quivered, bouncing on the seat of the sofa. I looked across at Jenny, wanting her to somehow share my climax, and saw her smiling tightly with excitement, her fingers now playing more meaningfully with her own pussy, chasing another climax.
Eventually my orgasm subsided, and I slumped back, still making little noises, still shuddering from the little aftershocks that always follow such a powerful climax. I gently took my hand from my pussy, cupping both breasts as I looked down, deliberately letting myself slide forward a little so that my pussy and Jenny's were only inches apart. It had worked out so far just as I had anticipated. Any closer and her knuckles would have made contact with me as she played, and I didn't think she was up for that yet.
I stared intently as she played with herself, not touching myself apart from squeezing and mauling my breasts, but just watching for her second climax. This was the key to my hoped for seduction. She looked back at me and smiled.
“You don't mind...?” she gasped.
I certainly didn't, I needed her to. I shook my head and she carried on, once again closing her eyes and letting her head drop back onto the cushions behind her. I let go of my boobs and reached forward to put my hands on her knees, softly stroking part way along her thighs and hoping that she wouldn't object. She didn't, she was too far gone for that, for her hips were already beginning to twitch under her approaching orgasm. I stared, waiting for my chance, waiting for her pelvis to lift as it had before.
And then it started, lifting as she pushed herself against her own fingers. At first it was only a little, but as she got closer she raised it higher - and I took my chance. I twisted my position and, while her body was raised from her seat I let myself slide further along the seat so that when she came down her pussy naturally rubbed just softly against mine, and we were automatically in the scissors position.
“Oh my god!” she gasped, abruptly going stock still from shock. “I'm so sorry.”
She was apologizing for doing exactly what I wanted her to do. I couldn't help but feel a tiny surge of predatory triumph. I held onto her thighs, stopping her pulling away and gently moved my pussy against hers.
“Don't be” I whispered. “I don't mind. In fact it feels nice.”
She just lay there, still fully aroused but with her climax having fled for the moment. Then her hand came out and gripped my knee, pulling me towards her, her hips starting to stir to match my own soft movements.
“Oh my god, Ellen” she repeated. “We're doing it, aren't we? What we said we wouldn't?”
“We can stop if you want” I risked.
She didn't answer. Instead she began to rub against me more firmly and I knew I'd done it. Now I was certain we would become lovers, proper lovers. The relief was profound, almost a climax in itself. Just for a moment I thought of Tina, but I knew she would be happy for me.
Tribbing can be wonderful, and this was no exception. The feel of her soft, wet, squishy pussy pressed on mine and the hardness of her pubic bone stimulating my clit was fantastic, and if it was like that for me, then it should be like that for Jenny too. It certainly seemed to be, she was rubbing herself harder against me, gasping with each movement and each time I pushed against her. Soon her movements became jerky, more erratic, and I knew her delayed climax was building again.
“Oh, I'm going to come” she confirmed my thoughts.
I could feel the first signs of a second climax for me too, but I knew I wouldn't get there before she did. It didn't matter, there would be more times, I knew there would.
“Come then, baby” I told her, even though it was clear that she didn't need my permission. “Let it happen.”
Her fingers were gripping into my leg ever more fiercely as she crushed her pussy into mine; pushing harder at me, pulling harder on my leg, until finally she jerked forward, grinding herself into me almost painfully. It hurt, but it didn't matter, all that mattered was that Jenny was coming. Suddenly she let out the long hissing 'yeessss.' that I remembered from the first time, and abruptly the pressure was gone as she let go of me and slumped back onto the cushions, panting for breath. For maybe thirty seconds, while she regained her breath, we both just lay there, but then she opened her eyes again, licked her lips and looked down to where our two pussies were still touching.
“Thank you” she told me.
“What for?” I tried to rebuff her thanks.
“You did that on purpose.”
“I didn't intend to” I lied. “I just couldn't resist.”
She nodded slightly and gave me a tiny smile as she digested my admission.
“Can I kiss you?” she asked softly.
“Of course you can, any time you like” I answered, my heart soaring and meaning every single word of it.
She disentangled her legs from mine and sat for a moment screwed up in the corner of the sofa. I'd expected her to clamber off and kneel beside me, but I was wrong. When she did move she just launched herself along the sofa, much as I'd wanted to do just a short time before, landing half beside and half on top of me and making me exhale sharply.
Sorry” she said, grinning too much to mean it and sounding as excited as I felt. “I just couldn't resist either.”
Before I could think of a suitable reply her mouth was on mine and my arms were finding their own way around her.
It did feel good having her slender body pressed against me and her agile tongue finding its way between my lips. We kissed deeply. Not particularly fiercely or passionately, but deeply, just savoring each other, our open mouths pressed together for our tongues to explore, our bodies just wriggling slightly each against the other, my arms locking us together, her hands holding onto me where they couldn't reach around my back. It was beautiful, that's the only word for it, because we both knew without saying it that we were giving ourselves to each other now without holding back.
At some point her thigh found its way between my legs and mine between hers, so that our pussies pushed gently on each other's bare skin. We rocked together as we kissed, feeling the pressure lift and then return, quietly stimulating ourselves on each other. Jenny groaned softly into my mouth, an inarticulate pleasure sound that vibrated into my throat, making me return it twofold. It felt so good to have her moving gently against me. We were making love properly now, seduction as such was over, we wanted each other and anything could happen so long as I didn't force the pace. Then her hand left my shoulder and, with only a little hesitation, began a slow journey down my side. I thought I knew where she was heading and my heart tried to bludgeon its way out of my chest with excitement. It was the first time she had taken the lead in anything we did.
I held her close as her hand drifted softly southwards, but then when she reached my hip she stopped, raising her head and looking at me as if seeking a reaction. I smiled up and mouthed the word "please", not daring to speak without revealing how excited I felt. She smiled in return before carefully levering herself from on top of me to lay beside me, trapped between my side and the back of the sofa. Now she could complete her journey in both senses of the word, fulfilling her need to be with a woman and her hand completing its trek to my pussy. I opened my legs a little more in encouragement, waiting for the moment when I first felt her fingers touch me.
She moved on, her fingers leaving my hip and travelling so very slowly and lightly across the skin of my belly that I felt it ripple in response. Soon her fingertips were resting right on the edge of my mound, waiting as if gathering courage for that last commitment, and there she stayed. She stared at me, looking into my eyes, wanting approval once more. As if she needed it. But it wasn't my consent she needed, but her own. God, I wanted to grab her hand, thrust it down between my legs and clamp it to my pussy, but I knew it had to be in her time. I nodded my permission up at her, licking lips gone dry with anticipation.
Still gazing up into her eyes I felt her fingers lift, flutter, hover, and then finally move, settling tentatively on my hot and very wet pussy. I sighed. I didn't intend to, but I couldn't help it, it was such a relief to feel her hand actually on me after so much hesitation. She giggled.
“Sorry” I whispered.
“Don't be” she giggled back, her fingers beginning to explore my slit.
I just lay back and let her do it, my eyes half closed and little grunts of pleasure forming in my throat every time her fingertips moved. She pushed down between my legs and I opened them as far as I could, letting her go wherever she wanted, feeling her fingertips reach over my entrance right down onto my perineum. Then she began the slow return, exploring me, investigating, probing, one finger briefly circling the edge of my hole before passing on to trace a path along the inside of my labia until she reached my clitoris. She rubbed at me gently, making me murmur my pleasure before shuffling down a little beside me to take my nipple into her mouth, at the same time giving herself more reach to explore me with.
She sucked at my breast, nibbling and gently chewing my nipple, bringing more noises from deep in my throat. I think I felt her smile around my nipple in response, and then her fingers began the return journey down my slit, touching and identifying my parts, learning all the time how it felt to touch another woman. I felt almost privileged to be her tutor. She hesitated at my entrance, hovering there before backing away, evidently not quite ready for that step yet, and returning to my clit. I felt a twinge of disappointment, but then her fingers found my clit again and all was forgiven.
This time she touched me as if she meant it. All hesitation was gone and she rubbed my button with the clear intention of making me come. She knew just how to do it too, using her own practice as well as remembering what I did to myself as she watched. Her fingers flew lightly over the tip of my clit at first, just barely touching me, teasing me until my hips began to lift, trying to persuade her to press harder. Slowly she did, two fingers running over me, back and forth, pressing a little harder, and then a little harder still, and quicker too, until she was strumming my clit just how I like it. I moaned, my head turning from side to side, desperate to do something to her in return and yet scared it might make her stop. I would pleasure her next I promised myself, feeling my climax building inside me.
I was getting closer and closer. I looked up at her, seeing her looking down intently, wondering perhaps if she would be able to bring me off and how close I was. I could have told her - yes, definitely and very close. I wanted to tell her not to stop, but surely she could tell how near I was by the way my hand was gripping her shoulder.
God, she was good. I could feel my muscles beginning to tighten as a wonderful feeling built in my pelvis, making me grit my teeth and grab onto her shoulder with my free hand. I could see in her eyes that she knew I was coming, she strummed me until suddenly she stopped. I looked up in alarm. My hips were twitching; I was on the edge of coming.
“No, don't stop!” I called out instantly, not thinking about anything else but my imminent climax.
“Don't worry. I'm not.”
He fingers slid along my slit, down to my entrance, plunging right into my slippery wet vagina.
“God, yes.”
My delight was even greater than my distress. even though her sudden change had wrecked my orgasm for the moment. I'd wanted her to do this and now she was.
“Sorry” she whispered in my ear. “I guess I mistimed things.”
Now that her two fingers were thrusting in and out of me it didn't matter. “No problem” I gasped. “That's lovely.”
We gazed into each other's eyes as she fingered me, each seeing pleasure in those of the other. Soon I could feel my delayed climax building again, that incredible sensation rapidly intensifying once more.
“I'm going to come” I told her, wanting to be sure she knew.
She nodded. “I can tell.”
We didn't say anything else, the only sound the wet thrusting of her fingers into my pussy until I was back to teetering on the edge, and then I couldn't keep quiet. At first I groaned quietly each time her fingers plunged deep into me, but the groans got louder and longer as I got closer to coming until, suddenly, I cried out when my climax exploded inside me, a long animal noise of pure desire as wave after wave of wonderful sensations flooded through me. My body went rigid, my hips lifted and my pussy trying to engulf Jenny's hand. I could feel myself clutching hard onto her shoulder, the stray thought that I hoped I wasn't hurting her flashing through my mind. Then, with a long gasp, my orgasm was abruptly over and I slumped back on the sofa, spent and trembling, and gasping for breath. She made to pull her fingers from me but I shook my head wildly, grabbing her hand and holding her to me.
“No, not for a minute” I pleaded, wanting just to feel her there.
For a couple of minutes neither of us spoke, I shuddered and gasped each time the slightest movement of her fingers triggered an orgasmic aftershock, until finally I released her hand and let her pull away. The first thing she did was to shimmy along the sofa and kiss me.
“Thank you” I said, still breathless but remembering my promise to myself to pleasure her. “Give me a moment and then it's your turn.”
She shook her head with a smile. “No, I should be thanking you for being so patient. And can it be my turn tomorrow? If I don't get back soon Martin will be home before his dinner is ready.”
She rolled from the sofa onto her knees, feeling around for her clothes before she stopped and gave me curiously serious look.
“I really will turn up this time” she told me, kneeling there still naked. “I suppose I didn't want to admit to myself how good it had been. But now I have accepted that I can enjoy both men and women, and that's wonderful.”
I knew exactly what she meant. A bi-sexual friend pointed out that she could enjoy anyone, but straight and gay people were limited to only half the population.
Even so, it still wasn't a done deal and I had to take things very slowly. We kissed and caressed and I played with her, but she didn't make any attempt to touch me anywhere that mattered. I was beginning to worry that it might be all one-way traffic, but then she'd suddenly asked me if I would invite her for coffee again so that she could learn more about being with a woman. That was a bit unexpected, but I told her I would, because then I figured we would get it together properly
We hadn't arranged an exact time, so when she didn't appear after lunch I wasn't too bothered. But as time wore on and she still didn't show up I got more and more frustrated, until finally I had to accept that I was being stood up and I eased my frustration by practicing on myself. I had been so sure she'd turn up too. Never mind, I thought, perhaps something had come up and she'll be around tomorrow instead. But she wasn't. In fact, I didn't see her for the next three days. The weather had not been that good, so I kind of convinced myself that was the reason.
I talked on the phone about it with Tina, looking for a little sympathy and advice on how to get her back into my bed, but she gave it to me straight. Jenny had chickened out. Giving in to her bisexual side had been more than her background could take. She was simply avoiding me so that I'd work that out for myself without her having to tell me. I suppose I'd already known it. I would just have to shrug and move on, but I knew I would miss the fun that Jenny and I might have had.
But it seems that Jenny is nothing if not unpredictable, for the very next day, as I resigned myself to having all work and no play, there was a rather hesitant knock on my kitchen door. I knew immediately who it was, simply because no one else would call at my back door, and I'll readily admit to wondering how, or even if, I should answer it. But of course, I did.
“Hello” she said, sounding very timid.
“Can I talk to you?”
“Of course” I answered, trying not to look thrilled to see her.
I led her into the lounge, wondering quietly where she would choose to sit. To my surprise she sat at the end of the sofa, exactly where she had the last time.
“Would you like a coffee?” I asked, trying to sound upbeat by adding. “No strings attached.”
“Thank you, yes. But first can I say sorry?”
“You just did” I told her, turning away to hide the smile I couldn't suppress. “Apology accepted, and now I'll make some coffee.”
I sensed her smiling too as I made my way into the kitchen, but by the time I came back a couple of minutes later, the smile had gone and she was sitting with her knees together, looking very prim and very thoughtful. I guessed that whatever she wanted to say had been rehearsed a number of times over the last day or two. Even so we sat in silence for a few minutes.
“Look” she said suddenly, half turning in her seat to look at me. “After I got home I thought about what happened, and I don't think we should have done it.”
I sat and said nothing, hoping she'd go on. I thought I had an idea what had happened, it had been too much for her ingrained morality to handle all in one go and she was on a guilt trip. If that was the case, then maybe all was not lost.
“It's not fair on either of us” she blurted. “I can't start a relationship with you. I'm married and you've got someone.”
“And?” I asked.
“And?” she echoed, thinking I meant "so what?".
“And there's more to it than that, isn't there?”
She went silent again. I don't think I was following her carefully thought out script.
“Didn't you enjoy what we did?” I prompted her.
“Yes” she looked into my eyes and smiled wanly. “That's the trouble.”
I raised my eyebrows in silent query.
“Look” she said again. “I loved us watching each other and I loved it when you touched me and made me come, but you'll want me to do the same for you and I don't think I could do that. I'm sorry.”
I had the distinct feeling that maybe she hadn't really come over just to apologize, that was a sort of cover for her being several days late due to her indecisiveness. I remembered the greedy way she looked at my pussy when we were masturbating together and I was pretty sure she wanted much the same as I did, if only she could let herself go. I rather guessed that she'd been struggling with her conscience since then and that in the end her conscience had lost out, and that was why she had called round. I also guessed that she could quite easily be scared off again. If I was to get anywhere, I would have to tread very, very carefully and seduce her all over again.
“Then don't, it's ok” I told her. “Nobody should ever do anything they're not comfortable with. Neither of us would get pleasure out of that” I was carefully keeping an "us" in it.
“But if we did anything together you'd want your pleasure too.”
A promising choice of words.
“Yes, and you've seen that I'm perfectly capable of doing that for myself, especially when someone is watching.”
She giggled, the first relaxed sound she had made. “So am I, especially when someone is watching”she acknowledged, echoing my words. I got the idea that the thought was starting to turn her on again.
“There is one thing you can rely on” I told her, waiting for her attention before continuing. “If anything was to ever happen between us in the future, you can always call a halt, anytime, no problem. Remember that, just in case.”
She sat considering what I'd said. “Do you think something could happen in the future?”
That was one hell of a question and I took my time before I answered. I wasn't going to say it wouldn't, but I didn't want to push things either.
“I don't know. I won't hide the fact that I'd like it to, because you already know that. But only as far as you would be comfortable with. I mean, if you'd ever like us to just play in front of each other again sometime without anything else happening, then that's fine by me.” I smiled encouragingly. “I got a heck of a buzz from it the last time.”
“I must admit that so did I” she paused, looking pensive for what seemed ages before she spoke again. “If that ever happened again we wouldn't have to do anything else, would we?”
Things were definitely going my way. This was one day when I hadn't worn a bra at all and I could see her keep glancing at my hardening nipples poking through my top.
“We don't have to do anything at all” I reminded her. “But it would be lovely if we could see each other play with ourselves sometimes.” I chuckled, adding. “Without having to watch over the garden fence.”
“Yes it would, wouldn't it?”
Got her! Now to reel her in.
“Are you in a hurry?” I asked, knowing that she would understand exactly what I meant.
She paused for so long I thought I'd blown it.
“No. I've got plenty of time.” Her voice had that sudden thickness that comes with intense arousal.
“Remember” I tried to reassure her. “Nothing that we're not both happy with.”
She nodded, and then there was another long silent pause, but this time it was while I summoned up the courage to take that all or nothing step. If I began and she didn't follow, then that would be that. She was obviously turned on, her lips were parted and I could actually hear her breathing, but that didn't mean she'd join in with me. But I would never find out without trying. I crossed my arms and took hold of the hem of my top, looking straight at her to gauge her reaction.
“Shall I?” I asked, pushing as hard as I dare. She gave the quickest of little nods, staring at my hands and waiting for me to make the move.
I hauled my top over my head and dropped it on the floor beside me, watching her all the time. She swallowed hard and licked her lips, she clearly wanted to, but would she? I stood up and unbuckled my belt, reaching for my zip with my eyes fixed on her face. At least she hadn't run out of the door. I pushed down my jeans, resting each foot in turn on the sofa to ease them over my heels, purposely letting her see my legs and the crotch of my panties. Now they were all I had on, and still she hadn't acted in response. I was going to feel utterly humiliated if I took them off and all she did was to walk out. I was pretty certain she wouldn't, but I needed some indication that her reaction would be positive. I stretched a hand out to her, hinting for her to stand and do as I had done.
Jenny reached up and took my hand, letting me raise her to her feet before releasing me and starting to unbutton her blouse. I felt such a quiet elation it was unbelievable. I was sure now that we would become lovers, even though she had stressed that she didn't think she could go that far. But I had the beginnings of a plan based on the little movements she had made during her climax the last time, and if it panned out then she would find she wanted to go further than she had imagined.
I watched as she undressed, smiling encouragingly. She smiled back. It seemed that she was satisfied with the compromise decision she had finally made, and she was gaining in confidence with each item she took off. Soon we both stood clad only in our panties; appropriately mine were as blue as my intentions and hers an innocent white. I hooked my thumbs into my waistband.
“Sure?” I asked, giving her a last chance to back out and praying that she wouldn't take it.
She nodded and I pushed down my panties, stepping out of them with my eyes fixed firmly on the floor, trying to give her the space to follow my lead. When I straightened up and stood naked before her, I was just in time to see her step out of her own and carelessly kick them away to the side. She saw me staring in surprise at her casualness.
“Well, I'm not going to need them for a while, am I?”
“No” I replied, adding. “I hope not anyway.”
She gave a tiny smile.
“Like before?” I asked after a moment or two.
She nodded and I collected the cushions from the chairs and divided them between us, making a little pile in the opposite corners of the sofa. “We might as well be comfortable” I told her with a smile, sitting back in my seat.
She sat at the opposite end and, just like before, we swung ourselves around to face each other, opening our legs and interlinking them with my left outside of her right and vice versa. Because of the extra cushions we were closer than before, not quite within touching distance but pretty close, and my heart was hammering away inside my chest at the thought of what might happen if I could just change her mind about nothing more than masturbation. It might happen, and it would if I had my way.
It's strange. You'd think after all the talk we'd now be eager to get going, we were both certainly horny enough, but instead we both sat, stark naked and with our legs wide, each waiting for the other to begin. But hey, at least the wait gave me chance to take in the beauty of this petite blonde again. I mean she is stunning, well worth just looking at, so sexy, with pert little breasts tipped by lovely pale pink nipples and the most gorgeous shaven pussy. I was tempted to just launch myself along the sofa at her. God, I wanted that woman, but softly, softly and all that.
I don't think she noticed me staring like a love-struck teenager because her eyes were also fixed on me, taking in the same parts that I was gazing at on her and waiting perhaps to see me start playing with them. I forced myself to stop staring; it was time to concentrate on the seduction that I was hoping to pull off. I put a hand on my thigh and let it softly slide along towards my pussy.
I've already said how much I like being watched masturbating. I know it sounds odd, but I like that just as much as watching someone else do it. So this was going to be a double pleasure for me, and I hoped for Jenny too. I forked my fingers over my labia and parted them, opening myself up to her gaze in the hope that she just might take the implied invitation to touch. Unfortunately she didn't take the hint, but instead she just looked at me there, and then, with a quick glance at my face, she did the same thing, placing her hand over her pussy and holding her lips apart, letting me see its lovely pink interior. I hadn't expected that reaction, but I liked it. For a little while we stayed like that, each of us openly gazing at the other's shining wet pussy. I could hear her breathing deepen even more and I could see the lust in her face, but I wasn't quite sure if the reason for that was her looking at me or knowing I was looking at her.
Nice as it was, we couldn't stay like that forever, and so I started to stroke my pussy, running the two fingers up and down between my outer labia, keeping them apart but catching my clit and dipping just slightly into my entrance. I heard Jenny's breath catch at what I was doing and then she began to copy me, her slender fingertips tracing the inside of her slit. I could feel my own breathing getting ragged at the sight.
My fingertips seemed to settle on my clit of their own accord and I began to play in earnest with my eyes still pinned to Jenny's pussy, shining wet with her marvelous juices as she became hotter. Her fingers too soon found her button and we sat facing each other watching each other strumming, our gazes going from face to pussy. We caught each other's eyes from time to time, smiling sexily at each other. It seemed to me that we were both so much more comfortable than the first time, maybe because Jenny felt safe from things getting too far out of control, although I hoped that wasn't the case.
She must have been pretty relaxed this time, because after a few minutes she closed her eyes and let her head rest back on the sofa, one hand rubbing urgently on her pussy and the other going to her breast, squeezing it and pulling tightly on her nipple. I listened to her little gasps and groans, sure that, although she seemed almost oblivious to my presence, she was truly enjoying the knowledge that I was watching her. Whatever it was doing for her, it was definitely working for me. It was keeping me so turned on I couldn't take my eyes off of her lovely pale pussy, just watching her fingers going rapidly back and forth across her clit. Her entrance gaped wide, wet and slippery and so damn inviting. Once more I had to stop myself from pushing my luck. It seemed to me that she was going to come soon and I didn't want to put her off. Just like the last time she was coming very quickly and just like last time I was not going to be very far behind her.
She didn't announce her orgasm this time, but there was no need. Her gasps became more frequent, and her body began to twitch and shudder, her bottom almost dancing on the sofa, and then I saw her pussy pulse with little contractions as she reached the edge. Her eyes popped open, fixing on me in a strange unfocussed kind of way, and she was there. Her hips lifted from the sofa as she pushed herself up against her flying fingers, her other hand grabbed hard at her breast and she let out one long gasping sigh before she lowered herself back down, jerking and shuddering as her short powerful climax subsided. Her involuntary movements had brought her closer to me so that our feet were level with each other's hips and our pussies only about eighteen inches apart. Her closeness was such an invitation, but we were only supposed to touch ourselves. I just hoped she was tempted as much as I was. Maybe she was, because she looked at me and smiled softly, and I smiled back through clenched teeth, my fingers now rubbing my button as hard and fast as they could.
Jenny watched me intently trying to make myself come, her hand dropping back between her legs to tease me by very gently playing with herself. I stared at her, my eyes wide, my mouth dropping open, one hand tugging at my nipple and the other strumming my clit. I was getting closer and closer, partly because of Jenny watching what I was doing, partly because of watching her and also partly because of what I hoped might happen between us. I could see her eyes glinting with excitement at watching me play, and I knew it was not going to be long before she would get her wish and see me come. I could feel it building, that warm pressure in my pelvis that would very soon burst out into an orgasm.
Once again her presence made my orgasm so much stronger than normal. It surged through me like hot lava, overloading my nervous system, making my muscles tighten and my toes curl. I cried out, a long gasping cry of pure pleasure as my hips jerked and quivered, bouncing on the seat of the sofa. I looked across at Jenny, wanting her to somehow share my climax, and saw her smiling tightly with excitement, her fingers now playing more meaningfully with her own pussy, chasing another climax.
Eventually my orgasm subsided, and I slumped back, still making little noises, still shuddering from the little aftershocks that always follow such a powerful climax. I gently took my hand from my pussy, cupping both breasts as I looked down, deliberately letting myself slide forward a little so that my pussy and Jenny's were only inches apart. It had worked out so far just as I had anticipated. Any closer and her knuckles would have made contact with me as she played, and I didn't think she was up for that yet.
I stared intently as she played with herself, not touching myself apart from squeezing and mauling my breasts, but just watching for her second climax. This was the key to my hoped for seduction. She looked back at me and smiled.
“You don't mind...?” she gasped.
I certainly didn't, I needed her to. I shook my head and she carried on, once again closing her eyes and letting her head drop back onto the cushions behind her. I let go of my boobs and reached forward to put my hands on her knees, softly stroking part way along her thighs and hoping that she wouldn't object. She didn't, she was too far gone for that, for her hips were already beginning to twitch under her approaching orgasm. I stared, waiting for my chance, waiting for her pelvis to lift as it had before.
And then it started, lifting as she pushed herself against her own fingers. At first it was only a little, but as she got closer she raised it higher - and I took my chance. I twisted my position and, while her body was raised from her seat I let myself slide further along the seat so that when she came down her pussy naturally rubbed just softly against mine, and we were automatically in the scissors position.
“Oh my god!” she gasped, abruptly going stock still from shock. “I'm so sorry.”
She was apologizing for doing exactly what I wanted her to do. I couldn't help but feel a tiny surge of predatory triumph. I held onto her thighs, stopping her pulling away and gently moved my pussy against hers.
“Don't be” I whispered. “I don't mind. In fact it feels nice.”
She just lay there, still fully aroused but with her climax having fled for the moment. Then her hand came out and gripped my knee, pulling me towards her, her hips starting to stir to match my own soft movements.
“Oh my god, Ellen” she repeated. “We're doing it, aren't we? What we said we wouldn't?”
“We can stop if you want” I risked.
She didn't answer. Instead she began to rub against me more firmly and I knew I'd done it. Now I was certain we would become lovers, proper lovers. The relief was profound, almost a climax in itself. Just for a moment I thought of Tina, but I knew she would be happy for me.
Tribbing can be wonderful, and this was no exception. The feel of her soft, wet, squishy pussy pressed on mine and the hardness of her pubic bone stimulating my clit was fantastic, and if it was like that for me, then it should be like that for Jenny too. It certainly seemed to be, she was rubbing herself harder against me, gasping with each movement and each time I pushed against her. Soon her movements became jerky, more erratic, and I knew her delayed climax was building again.
“Oh, I'm going to come” she confirmed my thoughts.
I could feel the first signs of a second climax for me too, but I knew I wouldn't get there before she did. It didn't matter, there would be more times, I knew there would.
“Come then, baby” I told her, even though it was clear that she didn't need my permission. “Let it happen.”
Her fingers were gripping into my leg ever more fiercely as she crushed her pussy into mine; pushing harder at me, pulling harder on my leg, until finally she jerked forward, grinding herself into me almost painfully. It hurt, but it didn't matter, all that mattered was that Jenny was coming. Suddenly she let out the long hissing 'yeessss.' that I remembered from the first time, and abruptly the pressure was gone as she let go of me and slumped back onto the cushions, panting for breath. For maybe thirty seconds, while she regained her breath, we both just lay there, but then she opened her eyes again, licked her lips and looked down to where our two pussies were still touching.
“Thank you” she told me.
“What for?” I tried to rebuff her thanks.
“You did that on purpose.”
“I didn't intend to” I lied. “I just couldn't resist.”
She nodded slightly and gave me a tiny smile as she digested my admission.
“Can I kiss you?” she asked softly.
“Of course you can, any time you like” I answered, my heart soaring and meaning every single word of it.
She disentangled her legs from mine and sat for a moment screwed up in the corner of the sofa. I'd expected her to clamber off and kneel beside me, but I was wrong. When she did move she just launched herself along the sofa, much as I'd wanted to do just a short time before, landing half beside and half on top of me and making me exhale sharply.
Sorry” she said, grinning too much to mean it and sounding as excited as I felt. “I just couldn't resist either.”
Before I could think of a suitable reply her mouth was on mine and my arms were finding their own way around her.
It did feel good having her slender body pressed against me and her agile tongue finding its way between my lips. We kissed deeply. Not particularly fiercely or passionately, but deeply, just savoring each other, our open mouths pressed together for our tongues to explore, our bodies just wriggling slightly each against the other, my arms locking us together, her hands holding onto me where they couldn't reach around my back. It was beautiful, that's the only word for it, because we both knew without saying it that we were giving ourselves to each other now without holding back.
At some point her thigh found its way between my legs and mine between hers, so that our pussies pushed gently on each other's bare skin. We rocked together as we kissed, feeling the pressure lift and then return, quietly stimulating ourselves on each other. Jenny groaned softly into my mouth, an inarticulate pleasure sound that vibrated into my throat, making me return it twofold. It felt so good to have her moving gently against me. We were making love properly now, seduction as such was over, we wanted each other and anything could happen so long as I didn't force the pace. Then her hand left my shoulder and, with only a little hesitation, began a slow journey down my side. I thought I knew where she was heading and my heart tried to bludgeon its way out of my chest with excitement. It was the first time she had taken the lead in anything we did.
I held her close as her hand drifted softly southwards, but then when she reached my hip she stopped, raising her head and looking at me as if seeking a reaction. I smiled up and mouthed the word "please", not daring to speak without revealing how excited I felt. She smiled in return before carefully levering herself from on top of me to lay beside me, trapped between my side and the back of the sofa. Now she could complete her journey in both senses of the word, fulfilling her need to be with a woman and her hand completing its trek to my pussy. I opened my legs a little more in encouragement, waiting for the moment when I first felt her fingers touch me.
She moved on, her fingers leaving my hip and travelling so very slowly and lightly across the skin of my belly that I felt it ripple in response. Soon her fingertips were resting right on the edge of my mound, waiting as if gathering courage for that last commitment, and there she stayed. She stared at me, looking into my eyes, wanting approval once more. As if she needed it. But it wasn't my consent she needed, but her own. God, I wanted to grab her hand, thrust it down between my legs and clamp it to my pussy, but I knew it had to be in her time. I nodded my permission up at her, licking lips gone dry with anticipation.
Still gazing up into her eyes I felt her fingers lift, flutter, hover, and then finally move, settling tentatively on my hot and very wet pussy. I sighed. I didn't intend to, but I couldn't help it, it was such a relief to feel her hand actually on me after so much hesitation. She giggled.
“Sorry” I whispered.
“Don't be” she giggled back, her fingers beginning to explore my slit.
I just lay back and let her do it, my eyes half closed and little grunts of pleasure forming in my throat every time her fingertips moved. She pushed down between my legs and I opened them as far as I could, letting her go wherever she wanted, feeling her fingertips reach over my entrance right down onto my perineum. Then she began the slow return, exploring me, investigating, probing, one finger briefly circling the edge of my hole before passing on to trace a path along the inside of my labia until she reached my clitoris. She rubbed at me gently, making me murmur my pleasure before shuffling down a little beside me to take my nipple into her mouth, at the same time giving herself more reach to explore me with.
She sucked at my breast, nibbling and gently chewing my nipple, bringing more noises from deep in my throat. I think I felt her smile around my nipple in response, and then her fingers began the return journey down my slit, touching and identifying my parts, learning all the time how it felt to touch another woman. I felt almost privileged to be her tutor. She hesitated at my entrance, hovering there before backing away, evidently not quite ready for that step yet, and returning to my clit. I felt a twinge of disappointment, but then her fingers found my clit again and all was forgiven.
This time she touched me as if she meant it. All hesitation was gone and she rubbed my button with the clear intention of making me come. She knew just how to do it too, using her own practice as well as remembering what I did to myself as she watched. Her fingers flew lightly over the tip of my clit at first, just barely touching me, teasing me until my hips began to lift, trying to persuade her to press harder. Slowly she did, two fingers running over me, back and forth, pressing a little harder, and then a little harder still, and quicker too, until she was strumming my clit just how I like it. I moaned, my head turning from side to side, desperate to do something to her in return and yet scared it might make her stop. I would pleasure her next I promised myself, feeling my climax building inside me.
I was getting closer and closer. I looked up at her, seeing her looking down intently, wondering perhaps if she would be able to bring me off and how close I was. I could have told her - yes, definitely and very close. I wanted to tell her not to stop, but surely she could tell how near I was by the way my hand was gripping her shoulder.
God, she was good. I could feel my muscles beginning to tighten as a wonderful feeling built in my pelvis, making me grit my teeth and grab onto her shoulder with my free hand. I could see in her eyes that she knew I was coming, she strummed me until suddenly she stopped. I looked up in alarm. My hips were twitching; I was on the edge of coming.
“No, don't stop!” I called out instantly, not thinking about anything else but my imminent climax.
“Don't worry. I'm not.”
He fingers slid along my slit, down to my entrance, plunging right into my slippery wet vagina.
“God, yes.”
My delight was even greater than my distress. even though her sudden change had wrecked my orgasm for the moment. I'd wanted her to do this and now she was.
“Sorry” she whispered in my ear. “I guess I mistimed things.”
Now that her two fingers were thrusting in and out of me it didn't matter. “No problem” I gasped. “That's lovely.”
We gazed into each other's eyes as she fingered me, each seeing pleasure in those of the other. Soon I could feel my delayed climax building again, that incredible sensation rapidly intensifying once more.
“I'm going to come” I told her, wanting to be sure she knew.
She nodded. “I can tell.”
We didn't say anything else, the only sound the wet thrusting of her fingers into my pussy until I was back to teetering on the edge, and then I couldn't keep quiet. At first I groaned quietly each time her fingers plunged deep into me, but the groans got louder and longer as I got closer to coming until, suddenly, I cried out when my climax exploded inside me, a long animal noise of pure desire as wave after wave of wonderful sensations flooded through me. My body went rigid, my hips lifted and my pussy trying to engulf Jenny's hand. I could feel myself clutching hard onto her shoulder, the stray thought that I hoped I wasn't hurting her flashing through my mind. Then, with a long gasp, my orgasm was abruptly over and I slumped back on the sofa, spent and trembling, and gasping for breath. She made to pull her fingers from me but I shook my head wildly, grabbing her hand and holding her to me.
“No, not for a minute” I pleaded, wanting just to feel her there.
For a couple of minutes neither of us spoke, I shuddered and gasped each time the slightest movement of her fingers triggered an orgasmic aftershock, until finally I released her hand and let her pull away. The first thing she did was to shimmy along the sofa and kiss me.
“Thank you” I said, still breathless but remembering my promise to myself to pleasure her. “Give me a moment and then it's your turn.”
She shook her head with a smile. “No, I should be thanking you for being so patient. And can it be my turn tomorrow? If I don't get back soon Martin will be home before his dinner is ready.”
She rolled from the sofa onto her knees, feeling around for her clothes before she stopped and gave me curiously serious look.
“I really will turn up this time” she told me, kneeling there still naked. “I suppose I didn't want to admit to myself how good it had been. But now I have accepted that I can enjoy both men and women, and that's wonderful.”
I knew exactly what she meant. A bi-sexual friend pointed out that she could enjoy anyone, but straight and gay people were limited to only half the population.
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