Finding Nancy
I always had a good sex life and never made a big secret about my bi-sexual tendencies, even though my first girl on girl masturbation/ sex experience occurred during law school only a few weeks before my 25th birthday. After a blazing row over my refusal to get a boob job, I dumped my then boyfriend – but only after he punched me in the face, knocking me to the ground and leaving me bloodied. My best friend, Nancy, took me to the hospital and then offered to let me live with her. She then went to the ex-boyfriend and got all of my stuff and helped me move in. I have never forgotten this act of kindness.
Nancy had a gorgeous apartment. Her parents bought it for her when she started law school. It had a massive terrace overlooking the East River. I often spent hours there studying and just loving Nancy’s tenderness. Nothing sexual had occurred yet.
As my birthday rolled around, Nancy wanted to throw me an afternoon party to celebrate my emancipation from my abusive boyfriend. I began to realize that my feelings toward her were moving beyond the friendship stage, but I was unsure of whether Nancy was there also, so I did nothing. A dozen or so of my classmates were invited and Nancy put out quite a spread complete with an endless supply of champagne. As the semester had ended, everyone was excited about being able to blow off a little steam. After a few hours, the party crowd has cleared, and Nancy and I were left alone on the terrace. We had become very close; Nancy was there for me when I needed her most, and now I just basked in my feelings for her.
Nancy popped a bottle of champagne and toasted our friendship. When she gave me a birthday hug, Nancy smelled perfumed, like rose petals in water. The look in her eyes said something different – something more. I was captivated by her long, tanned legs. As we drank our champagne the conversation went back and forth to sex and how all men are either useless or just plain jerks.
It was a beautiful summer afternoon, and the sun was out with just a light breeze. A second bottle of champagne soon followed. I have to admit that the combination of alcohol and sex talk got me very turned on and just a little bit wet and itchy between my legs. The sex talk turned towards female orgasms and how good they were during sex with a man. Very quickly we were discussing masturbation techniques. At first, I was surprised at the turn and reticent about opening up to Nancy. But our talk continued and became more openly sexual. I felt frustrated and was aching for relief. It was clearly obvious that Nancy was feeling the same effects as me and slipped her hand inside her skirt; it looked like her hand was working over her pussy. At first, I was unsure if that was what she was doing because her movements were imperceptible, but after a few minutes she became much more blatant as her arousal peaked.
The whole atmosphere was electric and so sensual, with no one else around I felt quite safe. As I watched Nancy, she turned and smiled. “Aren’t you going to join me?” I can’t begin to describe my elation at the thought that she had the same desires as me and was ready to act upon them. I smiled. With my right hand I slowly caressed my neck, being careful not to disturb Nancy. At the time we were sitting spread-out on an L-shaped sofa on her terrace. I was on one side and her on the other. I got so horny watching Nancy playing with herself. She looked amazing with her long blonde hair and long legs. I finally found the courage to follow her lead and slipped my hand inside my shorts and started to stroke my own love button.
Not quite sitting up, I could see Nancy pulling the scrunchy out of her hair and shaking her head a few times as it fell loose, rubbing the back of her neck as her hair fell against her shoulders. Then things began to get steamy. Nancy lifted her tight tank top up over her head, a black half cup lace bra was now the only thing covering her small and pert 33B breasts. Then she slid her skirt down her long, tanned legs. She looked at me and smiled as I marveled her body, naked except for her bra and matching thong.
“Come on” she said, “I don’t want this to be a solo act.”
“I didn’t think you were interested in me.” We’ve been living together for a while and you’ve never made a move.”
“And I wasn’t sure you were into girls.”
“Right now, I’m only into you.” I began to slowly unbutton my blouse, my eyes locked onto Nancy’s as my bra came into view. I could feel the goose bumps and the twitching in my crotch. I pulled my blouse off after the last button and faced Nancy, topless save for my sheer bra. My nipples were visible and erect. I was so turned on at the prospect of having sex with Nancy. I could hear Nancy’s soft gasp as she got a view of my tits. I could also see the moistness seeping from her thong.
“Are you sure you want this?” Nancy whispered.
“From the first day I moved in. What about you?”
“I hated the way your f*****g boyfriend treated you. You deserve someone so much better. Like me.”
With that, Nancy unclipped her bra, her small breasts popped free as she took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. “I so want this.” I still remember the pungent smell of arousal and the growing wetness between my legs. Just watching her bare chest move as she breathed was ecstasy. Every once in a while, I could hear her lick her lips as she continued to masturbate. As I watched her without missing a stroke myself which was such a big turn on. And then Nancy had a shuddering orgasm. That was the first time I witnessed a female orgasm other than mine. As Nancy came I could see her pussy contractions and her rosebud pulse. Her eyes stayed closed for a long time.
So there I was, watching her. I unsnapped my bra and let it fall to the floor. My tiny tits had become so sensitive, and my nipples stood like erect little soldiers. My hands caressed my own body, stroked my flat stomach, and teased my nipples. Then I brought that hand slowly up to my mouth, licked a finger and placed it on an areola and felt its little bumps and my erect nipple. All the while my other hand was inside my skirt stroking my pussy through my panties. My pussy juices had soaked my panties.
“Take your skirt off.”
Obediently, I unzipped my skirt, lifted my hips and slid my skirt past them and down my long legs; I kicked off my high heels and let my skirt fall to the ground. I felt so incredible sexual; I ran a hand over my panties and found them soaking wet. I removed them I brought them up to my nose and inhaled the incredible smell of sex.
I was now naked in front of Nancy. Pushing my hand down I started to play with my labia, then I inserted two fingers into my wet hole. It felt so good that my hips began to rotate slowly and I could hear the sound of finger in a wet pussy. Watching my fingers dance inside my pussy took my breath away. All I wanted to do was come. I was very close when Nancy moved alongside me. I could feel her hot breath on my naked body and her hands began to glide over my body. I startled a bit and wanted to slow down but she whispered filthy encouragements that I continue. Then she kissed me and I felt her tongue looking for mine. I was getting wetter by the second but at the same time I froze and momentarily stopped playing with my pussy. Before I knew it, she was sitting across my lap facing me.
I can’t even begin to describe how aroused I was at the thought that Nancy and I would soon have sex.
“Are you sure about this?” Nancy asked. “Oh my god, yes!”
Nancy hands began to gently caress my body. It felt awesome and so sexy. I had never had sex with a woman, and I now realized I wanted it more than ever and I could feel my juices running down my cleft lubricating my tight little puckered rosebud. I had dreamed about sex with another girl for a long time. I wanted to get fucked so badly now and was ecstatic that the other girl would be Nancy.
When she stopped kissing me, momentarily I felt a void. We made eye contact and Nancy whispered in my ear ''I know this is your first time with a girl. I'll take care of everything. I love you and promise you will enjoy it.” With that she started to nibble and suck on my earlobe. I was glad to be the submissive partner. Nancy was calm, gentle and patient, the way she caressed and massaged my body felt amazing. When she kissed slowly down my neck I nearly melted. She knew how to seduce a girl. I moaned, I groaned, I sighed at the occasional biting every now and then that left me gasping for more, even leaving love marks behind.
Nancy’s mouth found my breasts. Nancy gently and ever so softly kissed her way to my rock-hard nipples and swirled her tongue around then getting them both very wet and harder. The feeling was unlike anything I had felt before. I could feel my body giving in to Nancy. When she blew on my nipples my back arched in desire. Nancy drove me very close to the edge and backed off to tease me. She left me hanging in there, wanting more.
I always have had secret fantasies about being with Nancy sexually and now it was becoming a reality, I had to pinch myself. Was I dreaming? Then I felt Nancy kissing her way down over my stomach and I was brought back to reality. I felt her fingers sliding up and down my naked torso, softly but leaving thin scratch marks all over. The feeling of falling began to take over as did the desire to come. I put my hands on Nancy’s shoulders, pushing her down towards my crotch. She stopped and kissed me just above my cleft.
“How many fingers?” she whispered. “Two.”
We made eye contact again and I watched as Nancy’s hands began to work over my pussy. I felt her spread my lips with one hand, exposing my pinkness. Then two fingers slowly entered me. My body went stiff with arousal. Deeper they penetrated. And then I could feel her thumb on my clit. Nancy began to slide her fingers in and out of my pussy while her thumb strummed my clit. My legs began to twitch each time she flicked my clit. I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I would erupt.
“I’m going to come.” “I know, just let go.”
I felt my hips gyrate more forcefully now, wanting her fingers deeper and more pressure on my clit. I was now breathing in deep moans, and I felt my stomach contracting as my orgasm closed in. “Let go,” Nancy whispered as her fingers ravaged my pussy. My hips began to buck as my orgasm washed over me. Wave after wave of intensity; my pussy spasmed and juiced. My back arched off the sofa and I went stiff. All I could do was moan.
Nancy watched as my orgasm overtook me and then as it subsided. “I want to taste you” she whispered. Her mouth again kissed down my stomach, her kissed plucked at my trimmed bush. I tried to keep my breathing normal but began moaning with desire as Nancy finally kissed my pussy softly, tenderly and lovingly. Her tongue drove along the length of my slit, and she sucked on my wet and puffy pussy lips.
I thrusted my hips up in anticipation and straight against her probing tongue and by now she was soaked with my pussy juice. She looked up at me, her face all sticky and wet. I glanced into her eyes; they were deep blue and there was so much passion as she slowly kept sucking my pussy lips. She spread them wide open with her fingers so that her tongue could delve deeper into me. I could feel her fingers gently peel back the hood hiding my clit and then suck it between her teeth. I moaned time and time again, slowly nearing another climax and breathing again got difficult.
I watched Nancy as her mouth worked over my sex. I grabbed her hair to pull her face even harder against me. I could feel my climax coming, it seemed to take forever. I blinked salty sweat from my eyes and the sound of Nancy’s moaning made the whole scene even more erotic. I was now closer than ever, and my body kept on twitching, the sweat began to run down my face. When I felt two fingers inside my pussy the orgasmic waves began to pound inside my brain. I gritted my teeth as Nancy curled her fingers and hit something deep inside of me. It was amazing, I stretched every sinew of my body; my hips bucked as my second orgasm hit me, draining me. I let go, I could not hold back any longer, I moaned then began to cry as I came all over Nancy’s face. Breathless, I collapsed back onto the sofa, trying to regain my focus on what just happened. The immense love that I have found was overpowering and I could feel tears welling in my eyes and run down my cheeks. I felt Nancy’s hands rub them away. Then I saw Nancy smiling at me. And what a beautiful smile it was too: gorgeously showing that she loved me.
As things slowed down and our breathing returned to normal, we cuddled up together, basking in the smell of female sex, sweaty and exhausted but very happy with our newly found bond.
Nancy had a gorgeous apartment. Her parents bought it for her when she started law school. It had a massive terrace overlooking the East River. I often spent hours there studying and just loving Nancy’s tenderness. Nothing sexual had occurred yet.
As my birthday rolled around, Nancy wanted to throw me an afternoon party to celebrate my emancipation from my abusive boyfriend. I began to realize that my feelings toward her were moving beyond the friendship stage, but I was unsure of whether Nancy was there also, so I did nothing. A dozen or so of my classmates were invited and Nancy put out quite a spread complete with an endless supply of champagne. As the semester had ended, everyone was excited about being able to blow off a little steam. After a few hours, the party crowd has cleared, and Nancy and I were left alone on the terrace. We had become very close; Nancy was there for me when I needed her most, and now I just basked in my feelings for her.
Nancy popped a bottle of champagne and toasted our friendship. When she gave me a birthday hug, Nancy smelled perfumed, like rose petals in water. The look in her eyes said something different – something more. I was captivated by her long, tanned legs. As we drank our champagne the conversation went back and forth to sex and how all men are either useless or just plain jerks.
It was a beautiful summer afternoon, and the sun was out with just a light breeze. A second bottle of champagne soon followed. I have to admit that the combination of alcohol and sex talk got me very turned on and just a little bit wet and itchy between my legs. The sex talk turned towards female orgasms and how good they were during sex with a man. Very quickly we were discussing masturbation techniques. At first, I was surprised at the turn and reticent about opening up to Nancy. But our talk continued and became more openly sexual. I felt frustrated and was aching for relief. It was clearly obvious that Nancy was feeling the same effects as me and slipped her hand inside her skirt; it looked like her hand was working over her pussy. At first, I was unsure if that was what she was doing because her movements were imperceptible, but after a few minutes she became much more blatant as her arousal peaked.
The whole atmosphere was electric and so sensual, with no one else around I felt quite safe. As I watched Nancy, she turned and smiled. “Aren’t you going to join me?” I can’t begin to describe my elation at the thought that she had the same desires as me and was ready to act upon them. I smiled. With my right hand I slowly caressed my neck, being careful not to disturb Nancy. At the time we were sitting spread-out on an L-shaped sofa on her terrace. I was on one side and her on the other. I got so horny watching Nancy playing with herself. She looked amazing with her long blonde hair and long legs. I finally found the courage to follow her lead and slipped my hand inside my shorts and started to stroke my own love button.
Not quite sitting up, I could see Nancy pulling the scrunchy out of her hair and shaking her head a few times as it fell loose, rubbing the back of her neck as her hair fell against her shoulders. Then things began to get steamy. Nancy lifted her tight tank top up over her head, a black half cup lace bra was now the only thing covering her small and pert 33B breasts. Then she slid her skirt down her long, tanned legs. She looked at me and smiled as I marveled her body, naked except for her bra and matching thong.
“Come on” she said, “I don’t want this to be a solo act.”
“I didn’t think you were interested in me.” We’ve been living together for a while and you’ve never made a move.”
“And I wasn’t sure you were into girls.”
“Right now, I’m only into you.” I began to slowly unbutton my blouse, my eyes locked onto Nancy’s as my bra came into view. I could feel the goose bumps and the twitching in my crotch. I pulled my blouse off after the last button and faced Nancy, topless save for my sheer bra. My nipples were visible and erect. I was so turned on at the prospect of having sex with Nancy. I could hear Nancy’s soft gasp as she got a view of my tits. I could also see the moistness seeping from her thong.
“Are you sure you want this?” Nancy whispered.
“From the first day I moved in. What about you?”
“I hated the way your f*****g boyfriend treated you. You deserve someone so much better. Like me.”
With that, Nancy unclipped her bra, her small breasts popped free as she took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. “I so want this.” I still remember the pungent smell of arousal and the growing wetness between my legs. Just watching her bare chest move as she breathed was ecstasy. Every once in a while, I could hear her lick her lips as she continued to masturbate. As I watched her without missing a stroke myself which was such a big turn on. And then Nancy had a shuddering orgasm. That was the first time I witnessed a female orgasm other than mine. As Nancy came I could see her pussy contractions and her rosebud pulse. Her eyes stayed closed for a long time.
So there I was, watching her. I unsnapped my bra and let it fall to the floor. My tiny tits had become so sensitive, and my nipples stood like erect little soldiers. My hands caressed my own body, stroked my flat stomach, and teased my nipples. Then I brought that hand slowly up to my mouth, licked a finger and placed it on an areola and felt its little bumps and my erect nipple. All the while my other hand was inside my skirt stroking my pussy through my panties. My pussy juices had soaked my panties.
“Take your skirt off.”
Obediently, I unzipped my skirt, lifted my hips and slid my skirt past them and down my long legs; I kicked off my high heels and let my skirt fall to the ground. I felt so incredible sexual; I ran a hand over my panties and found them soaking wet. I removed them I brought them up to my nose and inhaled the incredible smell of sex.
I was now naked in front of Nancy. Pushing my hand down I started to play with my labia, then I inserted two fingers into my wet hole. It felt so good that my hips began to rotate slowly and I could hear the sound of finger in a wet pussy. Watching my fingers dance inside my pussy took my breath away. All I wanted to do was come. I was very close when Nancy moved alongside me. I could feel her hot breath on my naked body and her hands began to glide over my body. I startled a bit and wanted to slow down but she whispered filthy encouragements that I continue. Then she kissed me and I felt her tongue looking for mine. I was getting wetter by the second but at the same time I froze and momentarily stopped playing with my pussy. Before I knew it, she was sitting across my lap facing me.
I can’t even begin to describe how aroused I was at the thought that Nancy and I would soon have sex.
“Are you sure about this?” Nancy asked. “Oh my god, yes!”
Nancy hands began to gently caress my body. It felt awesome and so sexy. I had never had sex with a woman, and I now realized I wanted it more than ever and I could feel my juices running down my cleft lubricating my tight little puckered rosebud. I had dreamed about sex with another girl for a long time. I wanted to get fucked so badly now and was ecstatic that the other girl would be Nancy.
When she stopped kissing me, momentarily I felt a void. We made eye contact and Nancy whispered in my ear ''I know this is your first time with a girl. I'll take care of everything. I love you and promise you will enjoy it.” With that she started to nibble and suck on my earlobe. I was glad to be the submissive partner. Nancy was calm, gentle and patient, the way she caressed and massaged my body felt amazing. When she kissed slowly down my neck I nearly melted. She knew how to seduce a girl. I moaned, I groaned, I sighed at the occasional biting every now and then that left me gasping for more, even leaving love marks behind.
Nancy’s mouth found my breasts. Nancy gently and ever so softly kissed her way to my rock-hard nipples and swirled her tongue around then getting them both very wet and harder. The feeling was unlike anything I had felt before. I could feel my body giving in to Nancy. When she blew on my nipples my back arched in desire. Nancy drove me very close to the edge and backed off to tease me. She left me hanging in there, wanting more.
I always have had secret fantasies about being with Nancy sexually and now it was becoming a reality, I had to pinch myself. Was I dreaming? Then I felt Nancy kissing her way down over my stomach and I was brought back to reality. I felt her fingers sliding up and down my naked torso, softly but leaving thin scratch marks all over. The feeling of falling began to take over as did the desire to come. I put my hands on Nancy’s shoulders, pushing her down towards my crotch. She stopped and kissed me just above my cleft.
“How many fingers?” she whispered. “Two.”
We made eye contact again and I watched as Nancy’s hands began to work over my pussy. I felt her spread my lips with one hand, exposing my pinkness. Then two fingers slowly entered me. My body went stiff with arousal. Deeper they penetrated. And then I could feel her thumb on my clit. Nancy began to slide her fingers in and out of my pussy while her thumb strummed my clit. My legs began to twitch each time she flicked my clit. I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I would erupt.
“I’m going to come.” “I know, just let go.”
I felt my hips gyrate more forcefully now, wanting her fingers deeper and more pressure on my clit. I was now breathing in deep moans, and I felt my stomach contracting as my orgasm closed in. “Let go,” Nancy whispered as her fingers ravaged my pussy. My hips began to buck as my orgasm washed over me. Wave after wave of intensity; my pussy spasmed and juiced. My back arched off the sofa and I went stiff. All I could do was moan.
Nancy watched as my orgasm overtook me and then as it subsided. “I want to taste you” she whispered. Her mouth again kissed down my stomach, her kissed plucked at my trimmed bush. I tried to keep my breathing normal but began moaning with desire as Nancy finally kissed my pussy softly, tenderly and lovingly. Her tongue drove along the length of my slit, and she sucked on my wet and puffy pussy lips.
I thrusted my hips up in anticipation and straight against her probing tongue and by now she was soaked with my pussy juice. She looked up at me, her face all sticky and wet. I glanced into her eyes; they were deep blue and there was so much passion as she slowly kept sucking my pussy lips. She spread them wide open with her fingers so that her tongue could delve deeper into me. I could feel her fingers gently peel back the hood hiding my clit and then suck it between her teeth. I moaned time and time again, slowly nearing another climax and breathing again got difficult.
I watched Nancy as her mouth worked over my sex. I grabbed her hair to pull her face even harder against me. I could feel my climax coming, it seemed to take forever. I blinked salty sweat from my eyes and the sound of Nancy’s moaning made the whole scene even more erotic. I was now closer than ever, and my body kept on twitching, the sweat began to run down my face. When I felt two fingers inside my pussy the orgasmic waves began to pound inside my brain. I gritted my teeth as Nancy curled her fingers and hit something deep inside of me. It was amazing, I stretched every sinew of my body; my hips bucked as my second orgasm hit me, draining me. I let go, I could not hold back any longer, I moaned then began to cry as I came all over Nancy’s face. Breathless, I collapsed back onto the sofa, trying to regain my focus on what just happened. The immense love that I have found was overpowering and I could feel tears welling in my eyes and run down my cheeks. I felt Nancy’s hands rub them away. Then I saw Nancy smiling at me. And what a beautiful smile it was too: gorgeously showing that she loved me.
As things slowed down and our breathing returned to normal, we cuddled up together, basking in the smell of female sex, sweaty and exhausted but very happy with our newly found bond.
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