Opening my eyes, I was welcomed by the sight of waves breaking on the beach. Each wave crest was lit up with a reddish-orange glow as it rose to break upon the sand. The foam was like orange cotton candy or the froth on an Orange Julius. I didn’t even care where I was, but I knew I was in Celia’s apartment and had fallen asleep while being massaged. Now I was covered in a light blanket with a soft pillow under my head. I was lying on my side. Watching the waves, I didn’t want to move, but I did wonder where Celia was. Even though the view was beautiful, I had to use the bathroom. I got up and headed down the hall.
The door was open, I walked in, lifted my dress, and sat down. Then I saw Celia; she was naked in the tub, looking at me.
“Oh, Celia, I have to pee, I really have to,” I said as I relieved myself. “I’m sorry I fell asleep earlier, your massage was so relaxing. All that has happened, and then drinking those glasses of wine caught up with me, but I’m feeling much better now.”
“It’s okay. You must have been exhausted; you fell asleep so quickly that I didn’t think you would wake until morning, or at least be out a few hours. That’s why I came to soak in the tub for a while.”
I stood up, went to pull up my panties, but I didn’t have any on. Then I remembered I had left them on the tub handles earlier, and I didn’t see them anywhere in the room. I was embarrassed, and my face became warm.
“You must have found my panties. I’m sorry, they were a little soiled, I had washed and hung them to dry.”
“Your blush makes you so cute, Kerri. Your panties are on the arm of the couch. They were dry, and I thought you might want to put them back on when you woke up. I love their lacy pattern of flowers. I’m sure you look very sexy in them.”
Looking at her, all I could see was how beautiful she was. Her breasts, with the nipples pointing up just above the water, her muscular legs, sculpted so beautifully, ending at a triangular patch of light brown hair. She was so beautiful, sexy, and desirable.
“I should go put them on,” I said, walking towards the door
“There are no shoulds here,” Celia said. “Is that what you want to do?”
I stopped and looked into her eyes, “I’m not sure. I do want to discuss what’s happening, but we kept getting interrupted at the restaurant, and I fell asleep on you, and now you’re taking a bath.”
“How are you feeling? Do you want to talk?”
I thought about my feelings and what I wanted. Her hand covered the brown triangle. I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t: then a finger disappeared. I was becoming aroused, I knew that my strongest feeling was desire, desire to get in the tub with her, desire to touch her breasts, put my hand between her legs. I wished it were my finger slipping into her. I had too many conflicting emotions and just stood there speechless.
“Cat got your tongue?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. “Would you like to get into the tub with me?”
I unzipped my dress, pulled the straps over my shoulders, let it fall, then stepped out of it and walked to the tub. She offered me her hand, and I stepped over the side. I lay next to her, our bodies touching and our fingers intertwined.
“Kerri, tell me what’s happening and your feelings about it.”
“I tried to, but didn’t even start,” I said. “I’m so glad that you saw us meet and kept on watching, especially when we danced together. I thought I was being discreet, but you said you knew I wanted to have sex with him, well, I guess I wasn’t.”
“You were, I wasn’t even sure that you were dancing together until I saw you slow dance. When he lifted you, it was so hot and sexually charged, I thought you kissed, but I wasn’t sure. I knew what you wanted, but it showed only for a second. Later, I saw you waiting at the entrance to the tent, and I wondered if it was for him.”
“Yes, it was; That’s when we went back and played in the waves again. But first, he wanted to get a cloth he had woven to give to me. As we ran and played in the waves, a large one crested, and he lifted me above it. I wrapped my legs around him and hugged him tightly, and we kissed. I was sure I had an orgasm. Then I saw the moon and realized we should return to the wedding and find Chris; he was waiting for us at the top of the cliff. Then the three of us sat together overlooking the ocean, and he asked what was going on. I was honest and told him I wanted to drive home with Brian and have sex with him. I reminded him that he always told me it would make him happy if I had sex with another man. Brian began to caress my leg as I was talking, and I guided his hand to me. I had another orgasm in front of both of them. I never had two so close to each other or became aroused so easily, and definitely not in front of two men.”
“You don’t need to tell me all the details unless you want to. Hearing this is so out of character for what I have known of you, and it is getting me very aroused. Seeing you almost kiss Brian and wondering what happened later has been on my mind since yesterday. I am bisexual, with a stronger attraction to women than to men, and I don’t want to hide that from you. I have had sex with many people, and sometimes with multiple partners. I’d love to hear more, but I wanted to let you know how it’s affecting me. I think you are so beautiful, desirable, and sexy. When you helped me with my schoolwork, the boys I knew thought you were incredibly hot. That’s why I asked you for help; I wanted to be near you to see if I could understand what it was that made them think of you that way. Back then, I was having a hard time finding a boyfriend, and I thought being close to you would help me become more desirable.”
Being told I was thought of as hot was arousing. I saw that my nipples were straining the sheer fabric of my bra; they were huge and sticking straight out.
“I knew that you were becoming aroused before I got into the tub. Admiring you and your sexual beauty was creating a desire in me that I had never known before. When you slipped a finger inside yourself, before yesterday, I would have run out of the room and walked to my car. Something has changed in me, and that’s why I want to talk. I not only admired your breasts, but I also wanted to touch them, and I’d like to do more than that. Watching your finger disappear made me want to, well…”
“Why not take off your bra? I love your breasts; they are so beautiful,” she asked.
I took it off, placed it on the floor, and then stretched back and lay next to her. They were much larger than hers, and the nipples were pointing straight out, not up. She reached over, gently squeezed one, then circled the nipple with her thumb, then her tongue brushed it, and her warm lips surrounded it and sucked it. I opened my eyes and kissed her head; the smell of her hair was intoxicating.
“Celia, that feels great. Though I am a little sore and in new territory, I want to explore this new desire with you.” I said as my hands started caressing her.
“It might be best if we just talk. I’m sorry I did that, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. I have wanted to touch you for so long. When you fell asleep, I couldn’t help but admire you. I could see that you had been sexually active and had anal sex, which surprised me,” she said. “I so wanted to touch and hold you.”
“I did have anal sex, and more than once. It felt so good that I will do it again. When I was younger, a few men tried, but it wasn’t enjoyable; it was painful. When you were massaging me, I trusted you, and I was happy to be seen, and I probably wanted to show off. I hadn’t told you yet, but Chris joined us, and we had a threesome. He used to ask me to let him enter my ass, but I always said no. When they both entered me at the same time, I was in heaven. I had my first DP. Is that what it’s called?”
“Oh my god, you had a threesome. I can’t believe it.”
“Brian and I had arrived and were getting comfortable. We were talking and listening to music when Chris arrived. Right away, he began asking if we had done anything sexual. I thought it wouldn’t be much fun with him being there, acting like that. But he went to the bathroom, and when he returned, he was much better. I told him I was going to have sex with Brian, and that he could join in, watch, or leave.
“Of course, he chose to join in,” she laughed.
“No, he wanted to watch, though I did ask him to join us later. I wanted Brian so badly that I didn’t even notice him being there. I won’t go into details, but I had more than one orgasm in positions I have never been in, right in front of Chris. He has the largest penis I have ever seen. Chris even mentioned his size this morning; he wasn’t sure I could fit him all the way in. When I had to use the bathroom, that’s when I realized Chris had been watching. When I returned, I asked if he wanted to join us in the bedroom. At first, I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to join in, but I did want to let him know I was glad he was part of what was happening, and he could keep watching. As I said, I knew he always wanted to have anal sex with me, and Brian and I almost did it in front of him. I thought I’d do it with him first because he was smaller. I wasn’t sure I would like it, but I wanted it. It felt good, and he easily entered. When Brian and Chris were both in me, it felt like a constant orgasm. Chris came quickly and slipped out. I wanted Brian in there so bad, I got up on my knees and presented myself to him.”
“You go, girl, you were in control of the situation, and went for it.” Celia laughed.
“Yes, I was, and it was the first time. I had always thought the man should be in control, and now I wonder why. It was much more pleasurable when I was.”
“I agree, the first time I took control, it felt very powerful,” she said.
“Well, right now I want to touch you.
“Take control,” she said.
My hand started roaming over her abdomen in widening circles. It went higher and lower with each pass, just grazing her breasts, then down to the top of her light brown triangle. I saw her eyes close, and her luscious lips smile as she spread her legs wider. My hand went lower, and I began massaging her just above the triangle with the heel of my hand while my fingers gently probed her. A new feeling that I had never experienced before took hold of me; touching her was creating waves of joy. I was so excited, my stomach was fluttering, and I could feel a warm sensation throughout my lower abdomen. I turned towards her and began gently touching her nipples, which became hard, and I slipped one into my mouth as my leg went over her thigh. I slid myself up against her, raised my head, our lips met, and her tongue parted my lips. My finger slipped in her, and her muscles pulsed as I moved slowly in and out. Our tongues were playing, and she purred like a kitten. Reaching down, she rested her hand on my thigh. I raised and spread my legs apart as she touched me; it sent a shiver up my spine. Her finger slipped easily into me, and I started moving my hips back and forth. With each thrust, it went in deeper, and then she added another one. We were kissing, and our fingers were inside of each other when she lifted me on top of her.
Now, facing each other, she hugged me. “I want to do so many things with you. How are you doing?” She asked.
“Great, I want this. It is hard to accept, but it feels so good that I want more. Are you okay with that?”
“Are you kidding, Kerri? I have wanted you since you tutored me. I didn’t realize it then, but it was the beginning of my desire for women.”
“I had no idea. I was so oblivious that anything like that was happening.”
“So was I, I thought I wanted you to teach me things about attracting boys.”
“What was it I taught you?”
“You taught me that you didn’t have to do too much to get attention from men. That less might be more. You always dressed so reservedly sexy that it was like you wanted attention but didn’t care about the desire that it created. You were an unreachable bauble they couldn’t have. When I started dressing like you and treating them the way I saw you treat Chris, the boys in school wanted me. They liked that I wasn’t dressing and acting like all the other girls.”
“Was that the way everyone thought of me?”
“I’m not sure of everyone, but most of the boys I knew thought of you as a very hot MILF.”
“What is that?”
“You knew the term DP, but not that, I’m surprised. “It’s a ‘Mother I’d Like to Fuck.'”
Hearing that made me wonder what it was about me that made them feel that way.
“I learned it from Chris; he would tell me he wanted me to do it, but it always grossed me out when he asked. I have always dressed nicely. I do love the way a woman can look desirable, and I guess I did consciously dress sexy.”
“That’s what I was talking about, you looked sexy but aloof.” You dressed like you knew what it was about a woman that men wanted. That’s why I wanted you to work with me. It did take many years before I realized I wanted you too. That was why I asked to have lunch. If you accepted my offer, I hoped we would get close. I was hoping there was a possibility we would even explore sex with each other as we traveled. I didn’t have a clue it would happen so quickly.”
“Oh, Celia, I don’t know. When I fell asleep on your couch, I had a dream that I was flying to all these beautiful places and had incredible power to do as I pleased.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes, and I woke up so refreshed and filled with energy.”
“Do you want to make it a reality?”
“I’m so torn between what my mind and body are telling me. It’s like I’m on a roller coaster, scared, excited, and joyful.”
“What is your mind telling you?”
“To tell you no, I could never do the work you are asking me to do, and that I don’t want to travel,”
“How about the feelings in your body?”
“To take your offer and explore what new feelings I can find for it.”
“I hope you decide to work with me; we could have so much fun. Would Chris accept your doing that?”
“I’m not sure, he didn’t look like he felt so good this morning.”
“Did you talk about what had happened?”
“Just a little. I wasn’t very comfortable talking with him. I was so glad you had asked me to lunch; it gave me a reason to leave. I did need someone to talk to. I was hoping it was you.”
“What about Brian? Have you talked with him?”
“Yes, we’ve been texting since he left, and then he called me just before I got to the restaurant.”
“How did that go?”
“Good, I guess. I was happy at first, and it was great to hear his voice, but he keeps asking me to come to California.”
“What are your feelings about him? Do you want to go?”
“When he left, I wanted him so bad that I thought I would, but I needed a little time before I did. I wanted a more intimate relationship, but I wasn’t sure how to do that. When he told me he loved me, and I told him he was really in lust, not love. I was surprised when I said that.”
“Maybe that’s how you feel about him.”
“I am realizing that I have never been honest with myself about sex. Before meeting Chris, when I had it, it was to assure myself I was desirable, but I wanted it to be over with as quickly as possible, and I was always afraid of getting pregnant. Then with Chris, it was better before the children, but after that, it seemed like another job I had to do. I was glad he always came quickly, and then it was over. With Brian, he didn’t stop, and I was enjoying everything we were doing.”
“Do you want this to stop?”
“No, I don’t, and I really can’t believe it. I am enjoying these feelings for the first time, and wanting you is such a strong urge that I can’t stop it and don’t want to.
“That’s music to my ears,” Celia said as she hugged me tight. “Do you want to go to my bed?”
“I do, but I should check my phone,”
“Remember, no shoulds here. Is that what you want to do?”
“I want to let Brian know that I may get in touch tomorrow.”
“Hmmm, may, huh, playing had to get? You may want to let Chris know what you’re doing. He has called a few times and probably left a few texts.”
“He’s wondering where I am.”
“Where are you?” Celia asked as she squeezed me.
“Here with you, and then I put my lips on hers and slipped my tongue playfully in. As our lips separated, I said in a low husky voice, “I have never tasted a woman before, and I want to taste you.” I got into a sitting position and stood up.
She looked up at me, smiled, licked, then kissed my bush, and stood up. Holding onto each other, we stepped out of the tub. She toweled me off, then herself. As she finished, she put her arm around me, and she led me to her bedroom.
“Your phone’s on the couch,” she said.
“Best if that waits, now, let’s go to your bed.”
Walking into her room was like a dream; the water and beach were all I saw. We stood next to her bed, kissing and exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. Then we fell onto the bed. I got on my knees, straddled her, kissed her nipples, then kissed her stomach, and playfully licked her belly button. Lightly brushing her nipples with my fingers, I started kissing the area at the top of her brown pubic hair. There was a milky liquid oozing from her, forming a drop at the top of her ass crack. I licked it, savoring the taste, which was salty with a strong umami flavor. I probed deeper and then sucked on her clit. As my lips surrounded it, I lightly flicked it with my tongue. She held my head with her hands and started bucking her hips.
“Oh my god, Kerri, that feels great.”
Then she lifted herself, and her pink rosebud was so enticing that I licked and probed it.”
“Please, don’t uh, uh, stop,” she stammered.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She moved my leg to position me over her, she said. “No.”
Her tongue entered me, and it filled me with such pleasure that I stuck mine deep into her ass, and she let out a squeak like a rubber toy. She then circled my asshole with her tongue and dipped it in, probed it gently, and moved it in and out slowly. Her touch was so beautiful, and her fingers played lightly with my clit. My legs started quivering and shaking uncontrollably. Her hands were filling me with waves of pleasure. I couldn’t hold back; I came and fell on her with all my weight, panting and trying to catch my breath. Her tongue gently licked the area between my ass and my vagina, and I heard slurping.
“That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had,” I said as I moved around to lie next to her, breathing hard.
“I loved giving it to you. Are you sure you have never been in this territory before?”
My breath was slowing. “Did you have one?”
“No, but I enjoyed everything you did.”
I moved my head between her legs, and my tongue separated her lips. Soon she squeezed my face with her thighs, then started to jerk slowly, then faster and faster. I felt her muscles tighten, and my tongue was forced out. Pulling away from her, a hot stream of liquid squirted on my face.
She smiled, “I’m sorry, I squirt when I have an intense orgasm,” she said.
I wiped my face with the sheets and lay next to her with our heads on the pillows. I found her hand and entwined my fingers with hers. “Don’t be sorry, I loved it, and I know I made you cum that time.”
“Yes, you did.” She said as she kissed my lips, my cheeks, and then licked my chin. “You missed a few drops,” she giggled.
“I was saving them to lick later. I love the taste of you. When it got in my mouth, it tasted like sweet saltwater. I have never squirted, but I have leaked some on the sheets a few times.”
“So much was leaking from you when you came. I licked it up, I love your taste,” she said.
“My vagina has been wet all day. I was surprised how easily my finger slipped in when I went to the bathroom at the restaurant. That’s why I went there, I felt so wet I had to wipe it. I thought it was going to start running down my leg.”
“Your vagina was wet as you lay on the couch, but there was thick white cum oozing from your ass. I was so aroused from seeing you like that, I had to cover you with a blanket and get the bath ready.”
“Both Chris and Brian left their cum in me, and I wondered if it was still draining.”
“I know, I tasted it after you came.” She smiled and licked her lips sensually.
“You like the taste of cum?” I asked, thinking she preferred women.
“Oh, yes, don’t you?”
“I haven’t in the past, but I loved the taste of you. I wonder if they were mixed.”
“Do you want to try some?
“What? How?” I asked.
“You’re still leaking. I can snowball you.”
“What’s that?”
“Oh, I will lick some up, and then I’ll kiss you to mix it in our mouths.”
“That’s called a snowball?”
“Yes, I see I will have to teach you new meanings of some words.”
I can’t believe it, but I do want one.
With those words, she moved down, licked me, then we kissed, and her tongue moved a warm liquid throughout my mouth; I enjoyed the taste and her tongue.
After her tongue left, I rolled it under my tongue like a good cognac. I was enjoying the taste and feel of it. Celia was smiling, and she looked so radiant that I kissed her, moved it back into her mouth, and our tongues played. We looked into each other’s eyes, and then she swallowed it.
“I had thought nothing could be better than what happened with Brian last night. But this was.”
“Oh, Kerri, I am so happy to hear you say that. Does that mean you want to work together to help build up my business?”
Oh, no, it means that I want to travel with you to explore new realms of joy. I know nothing about building a business, especially one like yours. I’ll help you find joy and explore new vistas with you.
“Thanks for being honest and straightforward. I know you will help build the business just by being yourself and being open to exploring new experiences with me. Using your knowledge of art and just being yourself will help build it up very much, trust me.”
I moved in closer to her and lay my leg across her abdomen, then I put my arm over her breasts and pulled her closer. She turned, and we were spooning, then I fell off and started to fly.
