Immersed in the tub, Zoe' was soaping her breasts, big breasts with a mature sag, attractive although far from perfect. She frowned, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "Damn! I'm getting old. These tits of mine used to stand up like turrets. Oh well."
"They're still nice."
"Not like the old days, that's for sure. Like yours, for instance, I'll bet you've got a pair that would put mine to shame. Come to think of it, though, I've never really seen them. Without a bra, I mean. Hey, aren't you warm in here dressed like that? Come on, honey, strip down and get comfy. Let me have a look at you."
"Oh… it's not that warm."
"Do it, kiddo, just for me. Please? Yeah, I'll bet you've got gorgeous tits. Unless maybe it's all padding, huh?"
"No padding. I'm for real."
"Show me, show me."
How could I deny her such a trivial thing? Somehow it seemed like a simple and natural request that merited an equally simple and natural reply. I shed my blouse and then my bra and sat there on the toilet lid with pardonable pride, basking in the compliments she immediately tossed my way.
Then, after the burst of flattery, "Touch them, kid. Rub your nipples a little, make those cute little buttons pop right up and get stiff. Go ahead, I want to see you like that." And in a casual tone, almost an afterthought, "I've got a hunch you and I are going to be good buddies, you know? I don't mean just in a sexy way, either. I mean real pals."
It was as if she had been reading my mind, and I practically melted on the spot. Automatically, my hands glided up to my breasts, caressing the nipples to hard peaks. It felt nice, but that was just a normal reaction, not a lesbian response; actually, my sole thought was to please my new-found friend.
"Zoe? Like this?"
"Can't you make them any bigger?"
"Not much."
"Maybe you need a little help." She climbed out of the tub and started drying herself with a bath towel. "C'mere, honey, do my back, will you?"
I moved toward her quickly, jumping up from my seat to reach for the towel. But she shifted slightly and I ran smack into her naked body instead. And then once again she was kissing me, the taste of her mouth vaguely reminiscent of alcohol and perfume. It was a gentle kiss this time and I let my lips go soft and pliant to allow her questing tongue to creep in. The tongue became an ingenious delight, darting back and forth and around and around and never coming to rest. I gasped for breath and felt a dragging sensation in my loins, aware of how sexy the kiss was but even more impressed by its sweetness. I couldn't smell the alcohol anymore, only the perfume. The blend of woman and woman. The taste of woman and woman. There was something sugary and delicious and terribly overwhelming about it…
With apparent purpose, her kiss slid down to seize upon one of my nipples. To make it bigger? She sucked avidly, her moist lips and open mouth forming a busy vacuum with that delightful tongue in the middle. To me it felt just great, but I couldn't tell whether her effort was succeeding or not. It must have, though, because she made a little chuckling noise in her throat and transferred her attentions to the other nipple. And right then and there I recognized the instantly noticeable difference between the two! Although I could already sense this second effort of hers bringing them both into balance.
A moment later she pushed me away, her hands strong and firm on my shoulders. I thought she was going to kiss me again, kiss my lips, kiss me and stick that big hot tongue in my mouth, but she just stood there like that and we leaned closer and closer until at last our breasts were touching. Bare breasts, nipple to nipple, touching and grazing and moving just enough to make each contact a feathery caress.
"Nice, huh? You've got terrific tits, kid." Zoe's hands slipped from my shoulders, one dropping down to attack the zipper of my skirt. "Great legs, too, but I want to see all of you."
"Oh… "
"I want to see your pussy."
"Please don't-"
"You've seen mine, right? Okay, so now it's time we got a peek at yours. Only I'm going to do more than just look, honey, especially if it's as pretty as the rest of you. And I'm damn sure it is, too. But if that's the case, I'm going to suck it. Fair warning. Okay? Of course, if your cunt is ugly… "
It all sounded a bit silly, standing there and discussing the relative prettiness or ugliness of the female sex organ. A vagina is a vagina, hardly an object of beauty! But I didn't stop her from tugging on the zipper. And when the skirt tumbled, I shoved my panties right down along with it.
That broke the contact of our breasts. Mine felt all swollen and huge, the nipples like hard round pebbles. Due for a small compliment, I assumed, since that was how it had all begun. By the same token, so was my now-nude pubic area due for some flattery; that too was part of the strange scene we were playing. But there were no compliments, no words of flattery, only an embrace that was pulling me downward toward the floor, pulling and positioning and arranging my body for greater intimacy.
"Zoe? What-"
"I want it, I want that cunt of yours. Like I said, kid, I'm going to suck it. Suck you off, that's what."
"But, but can't we… uh… the bed… "
"Right here. Now. Turns me on, the bathroom, you know? I told you I was kind of freaky, remember?"
"F-freaky?"
"Yeah. You better believe it. And this is one of the things I'm freaky about. Sex in the bathroom. So don't try to stop me, oh shit, I'm going to suck your cunt and make you cream all over the place. Just relax and enjoy it, honey, and if you should happen to feel like joining in… "
"Oh. Please don't ask me, "
"No pressure. Just don't be bashful, that's all. Now shut up and give me some cunt. Nice young cunt. Yeah!"
A bed would have been more comfortable, but at that point any attempt to persuade her appeared futile. So I simply did what she said, I relaxed and enjoyed it, finding a rather intriguing new sensation in the caress. A woman's soft mouth. A woman's tongue inside me, all soft and warm and wet and yet almost downy in its softness somehow, yes, that was it, a fleecy thrill, utterly and irresistibly charming!
Or so it seemed in the beginning. But then the lick-lick-lick of that tongue gradually gained intensity, setting up a swirling motion on the sensitive underside of my clitoris. It became alarmingly fierce after a while, generating a volcanic glow in the depths of my body, a feverish accumulation of heat that threatened to erupt in flame before it could disperse itself through the rest of my flesh, radiating outward into my limbs, out to the tingling tips of my toes and fingers. She switched tactics from time to time, taking the tiny clit-bud between her lips and sucking on it almost savagely; at least it felt like that, although I could only make a woefully uneducated guess as to what exactly was going on down there. It struck me how little I knew of such sophisticated erotic techniques. Oh, there was so much to learn, if I cared to learn it…
If. Oh sure. Another foregone conclusion? If I should happen to feel like joining in. As though there could be any doubt! How foregone can a conclusion get?
Anyway, her body was already twisting around and all but demanding a little reciprocal attention. I caught a glimpse of color, the dewy pink of her vulva glistening through the overlapped fringe, the bisecting line of the bright silver-blond tuft. Like a pair of lips on the verge of a smile, a vertical Mona Lisa smile…
"Kid? Dana! Come on, huh?"
Nice of her to call me by name for a change. Only she needn't have asked aloud, really, the smiling pink lips had already propounded the question in silent eloquence. And I was already answering, glad to offer my mouth, even straining a bit, groping for the center of the silky-wet warmth as it settled slowly around my face. I kissed her there, trying to duplicate what she was doing to me, not quite knowing how and feeling somewhat awkward about it. Or naive, certainly, and with good reason, after all, this pair of lips wasn't like any I had ever kissed before, these were cunt-lips and couldn't kiss me back the same way.
Cunt-lips! A tremor rippled the length of my spine, a shudder of guilt. Pm kissing a cunt!
But no, it wasn't just a cunt, any woman's cunt, it was the cunt of my friend. And she was doing the same thing to me, of course, this friend that I needed so much. Although it did seem strange that I should be discovering such pleasure in it, deriving such a wealth of excitement from this undeniable act of perversion. Unless that in itself was the cause of it, in part, anyhow, turning a scary sense of the forbidden into an aphrodisiac thrill.
Oh shit, what did it matter? Maybe I was rationalizing, using our friendship as an excuse to placate my conscience. That didn't matter, either. Nothing mattered but the poignancy of this instant of revelation. This terrifying and yet lewdly delicious shock of self-awareness. Followed immediately by an impetuous desire to prove myself a more proficient sex-partner…
Although she didn't mind my awkwardness, apparently, her thick thighs spread wider, her belly squashed down boldly, and I felt the lips stretch wide and the soft split flesh engulf my cheeks and jounce gleefully upon the lick-and-thrust of my busy tongue. And it was sure busy, that slippery tongue of mine, oh yes, by that time I was no longer just kissing, I was really doing it, the real thing, the lesbian thing, awkward or not, I was sucking this woman's cunt and enjoying it immensely. Far more than I had anticipated! Even though there were moments when I did wish we were in a comfortable bed instead of scrambling around on the hard tile floor. And I wondered if "freaky about sex in the bathroom" meant that we would be coming in here together like this often.