The story that follows was written by a chat friend of mine. We became chatters after she contacted me about becoming an adult model. In the little over the year I have known her she has discovered her sexual interest in women and has been exploring it with a vengeance. She is highly sexual and would be perfect for the adult business because she takes so much pleasure in her body. Enjoy her story. It is erotic because it it real.
It was coolish; not freezing, but my friend Kelly and I were goose pimply and our nipples betrayed our bodily reactions to the evening air. We were long time friends. Went to the same schools. Both 21. Both curvy redheaded women. Recently we had discovered more in each other than just close friends. Feelings of attraction that I had felt for a while were growing in her as well. It was easier for me. I came out as a lesbian woman last year. Kelly was straight; more or less, anyway. I was working to change that.
In the past 2 months we had engaged in heavy petting and were moving into more exploration. I had made enough headway that we had already made out several times, engaged in breast play, mutual masturbation, and most recently I had gone down on her.
These were taboo meetings. Kelly was engaged until recently and as far as the outside world knew was straight laced and level headed. I used to have boyfriends but had been with women lately.
She was nervous. it was an education for her. At 21 it felt amazing to be an authority on something. I was
introducing to the world that I have been in for a year now; the world of romance and sex between women.
She was driving her beat up sedan that her parents gave her 2 years ago. It was roomier than some cars, but a miniman would have been nice.
We both live at home so parking is like our own private motel to have illicit rendezvous’s. We had discovered a wonderful discrete private spot behind a strip mall with a garbage dumpster that pretty much hid the car, and just enough light from a lamp near the dumpster that we could see a bit. Like we had done a few times now, we pulled in behind the rusted dumpster. The dashboard light gave her pale skin a
blue hue, and accentuated her curly long red locks. I could tell she was nervous. I was nervous a bit. Being with someone I’d know since elementary school was not something I had ever experienced.
Kelly was dressed in track pants, sweatshirt, and sneakers with the laces undone. I was uncharacteristically dolled up and wore low heels, a knit cotton dress, and the fanciest pair of panties that I own; a black lace pair that I got from an ex BF 2 years before. I had no bra on and it was obvious. I hate bras anyway and never wear them at home or with friends. Kelly wasn’t busty for her ample body and that night at least wasnt’ wearing one either.
I kicked off my shoes and Kelly followed suit. At first we tentatively leaned into each other and I looked into her eyes, catching a glimpse of her enduring nervousness. We kissed, our hands in each others long hair.
Her lovely lips met mine and we kissed deeply. Our tongues intertwined. Kissing became neck kissing. Then my hands wandered.
Again deeply kissing each other, I leaned into her and ran my thumbs through her sweatshirt fabric over her hard nipples. Her hands lowered to my bum. I felt her cold hands on my buttocks as she worked my shirt up to my hips. I slid my hands under her sweatshirt and caressed her breasts. Her skin was warm and she shuddered initially as my cold hands reached her nipples. We made out for a while, her hands massaging my buttocks, and my hands caressing her boobs. The windows of the car were already opaque with the fog from our breathing.
I pulled the straps of my dress down so that my breasts flopped out and we began mutually kissing and enjoying each other’s breasts and nipples with our mouths. The cold and wet saliva on our nipples made them even more erect. It was incredibly sensual and I doubt that anyone interrupting us would have mattered. Kelly leaned her seat back and kicked her track pants off. Her white legs were open and looked almost blue in the eerie light of the lamp above the dumpster. I leaned my seat back as well, my knit skirt already around my hips, and my black lace panties pulled to the side (I wanted no doubt that I wanted to get on with it). My hands ran over the soft skin of her right thigh then down to her pubic area. My baby finger could feel her heat and I slide it under her panties. My fingers ran through her pubic hair. I felt outside of her panties and found that the fabric against her labia was soaking. Kelly wasn’t always easily aroused, but when she was, she was wetter than anyone I have been with. Being the devil I am, I rubbed her clitoris through her panties and made things even hotter and wetter as she uttered a soft groan and lifter her left leg, putting her foot on the dashboard. I told her to lift her hips and helped her peel her soaked blue cotton panties down past her legs and into my lap where her wetness mixed with my own increasingly aroused privates. My index finger began rhythmically circling her clitoris and she moaned more audibly. My index finger slipped into her pussy and she arched her back in pleasure. I began to slide one, then two fingers in and out of her. She was drenched and it made a wet slurping sound as I penetrated and withdrew… repeating the action for minutes on end.
I peeled off my own panties which, while pulled to the side of my labia, had accumulated some dampness, and I put both pairs on the dashboard in front of me.The light from the outside lamp hit Kelly’s panties in such a way that you could see the light blue material where they were dry, transition to dark blue glistening wet material where her pussy had given forth her wetness.
I began rubbing my own clitoris, then guided her free right hand to my pubic area and clitoris. She was learning but getting more skilled and imitated my circling of her clit. I got worked up and shuddered when she slid her two fingers into me.
So here we were. Two voluptuous redheaded women… breasts out of our tops… nude from the waist down… each with a foot on the dashboard, masturbating eachother furiously. The quiet night was disturbed by the occasional large vehicle driving down the nearby service road, and by our own gasps and moans.
Kelly arched her back, her legs shivered, and finally she bucked her hips as she fell into the throes of climax. She stopped rubbing my pussy and grabbed my arm. With each spasm she’d open her mouth as if to scream out but only made a panting sound. Even in the dim light I could see her face flushed. For 5 minutes we both sat back still and I listened to her breathing slowly return to normal. She let out a gratifying chuckle.
” I wish I could make you feel like that.” Kelly said, lamenting that this was still very new to her and that she was eager to learn how to make love to a woman like I did.
“You make me feel great.” I chirped. Once I caught her eye (she finally opened them), I nodded to the back seat. Without missing a beat, we both hopped out and ran to the back doors. We bonked heads as both of us were in too much of a hurry to get back indoors; our bare bums being chilled by the night air.
We clumsily crawled in and I immediately maneuvered myself to lie on the back seat, knees bent and head jammed into the door handle. Kelly braced herself and clumsily crawled to be on top of me her face at my knees and her hips by my shoulders. It was a cramped space and neither of us was comfortable.
I put a hand on either of her ample white bum cheeks. She lowered her fleshy white bottom and hips towards my face (my head jammed into the door handle of the back seat). I teased her with the tip of my tongue, running it along her inner thighs and buttocks. She meanwhile ran a single finger between my still wet and chilled labia. Her pink labia were spread like a flower inches from my nose. I softly licked and sucked on her clit, then proceeded to run my tongue between her vaginal lips, lapping up her wetness and taking in her aroma.
She had her fingers inside me again and I could feel her kissing my hips and thighs. I wondered if she was ready to try giving me oral pleasure. I felt wet lips or tongue in my pubic hair, just touching my clitoral hood. But I was focused on my oral lovemaking to her pussy. Soon she was again in the throes of climax and her hips shuddered. Unfortunately as her climax subsided, she got a leg cramp and kneed me in the face while trying to straighten her leg. Before I knew what had happened she was outside of the car again, straightening her leg, and I (and my sore cheek bone) went out and tried to help. I massaged her calf muscle but I am sure for a minute this was quite a scene. Two nakde women; one leaning against a car and crying, and the other squatting and rubbing her leg.
We laughed once her cramp subsided. Kelly pulled down her top, reached in and grabbed her track pants and pulled them on and slipped on her sneakers before getting back in. I pulled the straps of my dress over my arms and ciovered up my freezing boobs. I pulled the bottom of the dress down past my hips again. I stuffed both pairs of panties in my knapsack, and we left the parking lot happy, exhausted, and a little bruised.
I took care of my own needs in bed that night; Kelly wasn’t able to get me to climax, but that is OK. She is
learning. Kelly is my project. First I want to make her want me so badly that she forgets about dating men again. Later on I’ll train her to be the accomblished lover (of women) that I have become in my short time as a lesbian.