Bi-Sexual Female / 33
Why? How? WE Don't Know. It Is Just The Way He Is.
We are now in our thirties. We have been 'friends' since college. In college, at a Spring Break thing, in Cancun, I slept with her because there were four of us, and only two beds. It was like that, two girls to a bed. The girls in the other bed started to mess around, they had their tops off and one was feeding the other her tits. It was that feeling you get in your pussy. When she leaned down and kissed her on the lips. A long sensuous, kiss. This wasn't the first time, no one kisses like that the first time.
I 'grabbed' my bedmate and kissed her. Hard on the lips. It was an impulse. My hand on her chest. She sat up, 'what the hell!'. All I could say was 'sorry'. The other girls laughed. 'Eat her pussy'. 'Make her give you tits'. Her pussy was, well pussy. It was my first time so I didn't do it right. She was wet, and wetter as the saying goes. I lay down between her legs and 'made love to her pussy', until she shook me off.
She lay on her side beside me, her back to me. Wouldn't answer me. The other girl said 'she's had enough'. I didn't really sleep that night. The day was long, she wouldn't talk to me. I tried to hold her hand and she pulled it away from me. It wasn't until after lunch that she turned to me, 'what the hell!, why would you do that?'
But I learned that once you have the smell of a girl's pussy in you nose, it will never go away. It was 'my' pussy, and I wanted to eat her again. I had to really work on her to let me, our friends in the other bed 'watched' until I got my face back between her legs. They got up and stood on either side, giving me hints and tips, and some hints and tips to my bedmate as well. 'Give her your pussy, don't just lay there, GIVE her your pussy'. I suppose that when you are deep in her pussy time stops still. She came slowly and then hard and I had to let her go, back into her fetal position. She's had enough, I heard that again. So I just cuddled up to her, and she let me hold her like that.
Pretty much, this is how we got started, how we got together. It was a slow beginning after we got back to school. Affections of any kind in public were strictly off limits. But she did sleep with me in my bed. Making love to her, kissing her on the mouth, kissing her tits, and feeling her deep with my fingers, all came one at a time. I had to remember that it was me that made love to her. And she pleased me and picked up the dirty clothes and put them in the hamper. the roles came hard and fast. She fixed me breakfast before we left for class. She 'wanted' to do the laundry and have me sit with her as she folded, and kissed the crotch of my underwear.
We had already past the moment when we said I love you, and we agreed that we were probably lesbian chicks, and that's why we had never had a date. We graduated and went out in the wide wide world. It was just our luck that across the landing from us was a 'guy'. He was 'aggressive', 'dominant', 'pushy', a 'jerk'. He got to me the 'hard way', over the back of the couch. He got to her on her back on the bed. Once he had had his way, he became the master, and we served him. And he had his way, all the time. WE did his laundry, WE cooked for him, WE made the bed, WE let him have his way. WE moved him in with us.
WE live with him, WE have a nice place, WE bought it together. He does the lawn, comes in all sweaty and wants to have his way. HE goes for a run and comes back and wants to have his way. A sweaty man, slipping and sliding and getting his way in us. It's his thing, letting us know who is master and who is there to serve his needs. WE have our time, sometimes OUR time is beside him when he is done. But he is master of his domain. WE feel it in our bones, when the master is home.
I 'grabbed' my bedmate and kissed her. Hard on the lips. It was an impulse. My hand on her chest. She sat up, 'what the hell!'. All I could say was 'sorry'. The other girls laughed. 'Eat her pussy'. 'Make her give you tits'. Her pussy was, well pussy. It was my first time so I didn't do it right. She was wet, and wetter as the saying goes. I lay down between her legs and 'made love to her pussy', until she shook me off.
She lay on her side beside me, her back to me. Wouldn't answer me. The other girl said 'she's had enough'. I didn't really sleep that night. The day was long, she wouldn't talk to me. I tried to hold her hand and she pulled it away from me. It wasn't until after lunch that she turned to me, 'what the hell!, why would you do that?'
But I learned that once you have the smell of a girl's pussy in you nose, it will never go away. It was 'my' pussy, and I wanted to eat her again. I had to really work on her to let me, our friends in the other bed 'watched' until I got my face back between her legs. They got up and stood on either side, giving me hints and tips, and some hints and tips to my bedmate as well. 'Give her your pussy, don't just lay there, GIVE her your pussy'. I suppose that when you are deep in her pussy time stops still. She came slowly and then hard and I had to let her go, back into her fetal position. She's had enough, I heard that again. So I just cuddled up to her, and she let me hold her like that.
Pretty much, this is how we got started, how we got together. It was a slow beginning after we got back to school. Affections of any kind in public were strictly off limits. But she did sleep with me in my bed. Making love to her, kissing her on the mouth, kissing her tits, and feeling her deep with my fingers, all came one at a time. I had to remember that it was me that made love to her. And she pleased me and picked up the dirty clothes and put them in the hamper. the roles came hard and fast. She fixed me breakfast before we left for class. She 'wanted' to do the laundry and have me sit with her as she folded, and kissed the crotch of my underwear.
We had already past the moment when we said I love you, and we agreed that we were probably lesbian chicks, and that's why we had never had a date. We graduated and went out in the wide wide world. It was just our luck that across the landing from us was a 'guy'. He was 'aggressive', 'dominant', 'pushy', a 'jerk'. He got to me the 'hard way', over the back of the couch. He got to her on her back on the bed. Once he had had his way, he became the master, and we served him. And he had his way, all the time. WE did his laundry, WE cooked for him, WE made the bed, WE let him have his way. WE moved him in with us.
WE live with him, WE have a nice place, WE bought it together. He does the lawn, comes in all sweaty and wants to have his way. HE goes for a run and comes back and wants to have his way. A sweaty man, slipping and sliding and getting his way in us. It's his thing, letting us know who is master and who is there to serve his needs. WE have our time, sometimes OUR time is beside him when he is done. But he is master of his domain. WE feel it in our bones, when the master is home.
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