Date: Fri, 26 Mar 2004 15:05:23 +0000 From: rjw148@hotmail.com Subject: The Accident This story is partially true - just dramatised a little to make it more interesting. If you would like to contact me and give me your views and possibly experiences (especially if you are female) I would be very pleased. I won't promise to reply to all but you never know. rjw148@hotmail.com "The accident" by Sarah H Hello! My name is Sarah. I won't tell you my surname, or precisely where I live in England, because it would cause untold pain to my parents and friends who do not know or have the slightest clue about the real me. Call me a coward, or what you like, but I can't see them suffer for the woman I have become in the last few weeks. It's not a matter of shame on my part, more a question of sensitiveness to the feelings of others I suppose. There are some things, very intimate personal details, which are not really meant to be shared, or even spoken of. Bigots and intolerant narrow-minded people might condemn the present lifestyle I have adopted, as being sinfully depraved and disgusting. I can only say to them that it is simply a way of life that has chosen me, not one that I consciously sought of my own free will. Notwithstanding that, I must point out that I am a free, consenting adult woman, and have not the remotest desire to extract myself from the affair I am currently engaged in. The person I am involved with has become far too precious to me. Let me also say that I have never been so sexually active or blissfully satisfied in my life. I am twenty-four years old and until one fateful day last month was what I thought a well adjusted woman with a quite normal, if unremarkable, sex life. To be perfectly honest I hadn't many real friends outside of work, at least not the type that mean anything. That was until one crucial day I had the good fortune to meet someone who has changed my life completely. My job as a teacher of English at a local Comprehensive School was, if a little mundane, rewarding and fulfilling. The daily contact with lively teenagers is a refreshing renewal of my own childhood. I suppose routine makes a slave of all of us in its own way. The ritual of getting up in the mornings, showering and getting ready for work was making me dull, though at the time I wasn't truly aware of it. I suppose, like a lot of people, I needed something outstanding to happen that would take me away from the rut, give a fuller meaning to my life. The boring tiresome task of doing my weekly shopping for groceries made me careless. I was gently reversing out of a parking bay outside my nearby Asda supermarket when a woman driving a Peugeot ran into my rear wing. There was a sickening lurching bump, a tinkling of broken glass and then an eerie deathly silence. I swore under my breath at my stupidity and gingerly returned my car into the parking bay. Neither of us was injured in any way but it is astonishing how this slight collision has changed my life beyond all recognition. I watched as the other driver climbed from her car, blonde tresses flying in the breeze, all long nylon clad legs and arm gestures that made me immediately think fearfully of road rage. For one terrible panic stricken moment I thought I was about to be physically attacked or at the minimum verbally abused. A passing wide eyed Mum with two kids in tow stopped and asked if I was okay but my main concern was for the other driver. At first glance she didn't seem too pleased, and I half expected a torrent of accusations and doubts about my parentage. I was about to put on my abject apology act and throw myself grovelling at her mercy when I noticed that astonishingly, she was actually smiling. Not a sickly forced grin or one of inane pleasantry, but as if she knew me and was rushing to greet me. Good God, I'd just put a filthy great dent in her expensive car and there she was, actually smiling as if I was a long lost friend. She was so pretty that I am sure I would have remembered her if we'd met before. I did of course say that I was very sorry and it was my fault for not looking where I was going but to my astonishment she didn't appear to care. I don't think she even gave the damage to our respective cars any more than a cursory inspection. She waved away my grovelling and flipped open her handbag to extract a note book and pen. "Just give me your name and address and phone number and we'll get it all sorted out" she smiled. Her cool matter of fact attitude and the kind way she spoke drove away the fit of shakes I had been having. "Don't worry about a thing" she soothed when she saw I was a trembling wreck. "That's what we pay vast amounts of money to insurance companies to do. I'm only happy that nobody was hurt". I watched a she scribbled my details onto her notepad in a bold hand using the rear of my car as a resting place. Before we parted she slipped her business card into my hand with the words that I should call her if I was troubled. On the card it said that her name was Jennifer Maylor and she was a sales manager for one of the successful local companies. I bet she was a damned good saleswoman as well I thought, probably quite capable of selling sand to the Arabs or fridges to the Eskimos. My battered old Ford Sierra was hardly marked. A small smudge of paint knocked off and a tiny dent but that was all. What's another dent among the accumulated scars of many thousands of miles motored. Practically all the major damage was to her car and, I might add, to my self esteem. After all I was reversing out into passing traffic even if it was in a car park and I should have taken a great more care. I drove home, unloaded my shopping, had another closer look at my car, and prepared a light supper. It was peculiar - I kept going over again and again in my mind the events that had taken place in the car park. She had been absolutely wonderful about my stupidity. That evening, after I had eaten and washed up the dishes, I received a phone call from her. She asked if I was okay and went on to say that her car was already in the garage for the necessary repairs to be done. There were no words of recrimination or blame though I wouldn't have been surprised if there had been. "How will you manage without your car?" I asked. "Oh they've loaned me one" she said brightly. "Not as good as mine but it will let me get around". "Look, I really feel awful about this whole thing" I said. "Could I try to make amends by taking you for a meal sometime?" It would, I estimated, be a small price to pay. "You must have read my mind" she said. "I was about to ask you the same thing". "But I was the one to blame. If I had been taking more care I wouldn't reversed my car out into you" I mumbled. "Who cares about that. Now, how about you pick me up sometime after seven-thirty" she went on. How pleased I was that I'd only bothered with a very light snack meal earlier. Hastily I put off a planned weekly visit to my Mother's home by telephoning to say that I had to meet someone and then searched through my wardrobe for something suitable to wear. I managed to narrow the choice down to two dresses or a skirt and blouse that I hadn't worn since the summer holidays. In the end, after a considerable amount of time thinking, I picked the latter and quickly slipped into them adding a crimson silk scarf around my neck to hide the rather plunging neckline. My hair and make-up took but a few seconds. Luckily I have rather short naturally wavy hair so all it needed to look presentable was a few flicks with a comb. For some obscure reason my underwear was another matter though. I spent ages rummaging through my drawer looking for that special set of lingerie that I had filed away under "too risqu". Having unearthed it I held it up and considered the sheerness of the fragile scraps before deciding that they would do. What was I doing? I was only going for a meal with her and there was no way she was going to see what I wearing under my outer clothing but even so it seemed important to me. Jenny was looking absolutely stunning. Make up, hair and the short skirted pale green suit were all perfect. At her throat hung a gold pendant, which set off the satin look of her skin. I thought that with her looks Jenny could easily be taken for a model. At that time of the week the restaurant we had chosen was quiet. We had no trouble getting a table and astonishingly we were soon chattering away as if we were old friends. To see us you wouldn't have thought that we hadn't known each other for years. Jenny had the unusual knack of putting me completely at ease. Over the dessert (probably thousands of fattening calories) she suddenly stopped eating and looked me directly in the eyes and said. "You know, I'm almost glad we had that little accident. It's given me the chance of getting to know you". For some inexplicable reason I felt the same way and a lovely warm glow went through me. She was echoing my innermost sentiments completely. Out of a mishap a friendship was growing. On the surface her statement appeared to be a pretty innocuous thing to say but there was a certain ring to her tone that made me do a double take. The particular phrasing and intonation should have had the alarm bells ringing but for some reason I found myself wholeheartedly agreeing with her. Us women are supposed to be more relaxed and laid back about personal relationships these days but there was a certain something about her which was totally different. At the time I couldn't put my finger on it precisely but I decided that I wasn't going to let it worry me too much. Go with the flow is a comment that seems to be common these days. Her body language was revealing as well. She was a "touching" kind of person. Several times whilst we were at the restaurant she reached across the table and placed her hand on top of mine to emphasise a point. I didn't mind - in fact I found it a rather nice friendly gesture. She was invading my personal space, - but I quite liked it - in a strange way. When the conversation got around to whether we were married or courting a subtle unexpected change came over her. With a grimace she stated that she didn't like men in the least and would have nothing to do with them other than at work and even then she avoided them if possible. I assumed from that she must have had some unhappy relationship in the past which had left scars. She didn't give the impression that she was bitter, far from it in fact. "I was pleased when I saw the driver of the car I'd hit was a woman - and quite an attractive one as well" she went on. More alarm bells should have rung again but they didn't. Instead, inside I was secretly pleased that she found me so. "I could never have come to dinner if you had been a man" she added. A devilish glint sparkled in her eyes and a wide infectious smile spread across her face. This time the germ of a suspicion was sewn in my mind. This stylish, attractive blonde seated opposite me was not as straight forward as I had first thought. In a round about way I suspected that she was telling me that she was not as normal as other women. This was a situation I had never encountered before in my life but by this time I was hooked by my own inquisitiveness. I wanted to learn more about her and her outspoken views even if they were a bit out of the ordinary. Strangely, I was not offended or troubled by the suspicion forming in my head. There are all sorts of people in the world and every one of us is uniquely different. Her views and obvious hatred and abhorrence of the male of the species could be a shield to prevent herself getting hurt again or it could be that she was actually a person who only saw her own sex as worth getting involved with. It was not a route I had ever considered before in my life but I liked her. She was fun to be with, she was warm and judging by her openness, thoroughly honest. There was no hiding her light under a bushel with this girl. She poured me another generous glass of wine. Inside I suppose I was flattered that she thought I was worthy of spending her time with. My gender was the magnet for her I realised, though whether that attraction went further into the physical I had no idea. I decided then and there that I would play things by ear and see what developed. I could hardly have got up and walked out on her anyway. Our teenage waitress, a rather skinny young girl with quite small breasts, was hovering nearby with the bill. Jenny extracted a credit card from her purse and handed it to the girl with a smile. I saw her gaze flicker briefly down over the almost see through blouse and the immaculate white bra underneath. "I'm a lot different to other women Sarah" she admitted candidly when the girl was safely out of earshot. "What you see is what you get with me. I believe in being frank and truthful so there are no misunderstandings. They're so messy and unnecessary. There are too many avoidable problems in life without creating more. If I were to tell you that I love women, would it shock and revolt you? There, now you now know more about me than some other people know. You'll most probably want to get up and leave now". There was a challenge in her bright sparkling eyes, daring me to take offence. In a few short sentences she had confirmed my suspicions of her, but surprisingly, I wasn't in the least concerned. Walking out on her was the last thing on my mind. I was being pulled magnetically towards her as much as she was to me. A mutual attraction that defied description was forming. Her hand closed over mine again on the table. It was a contact so tentative and gentle that I flushed but did not pull away. One finger toyed rather excitingly with mine as her stare locked with mine. There came a lurching rise in my temperature and a steel band encased my chest making it difficult to breathe. "You should blush more often. It makes you look extremely pretty" she said. My already burning face grew hotter at the compliment and I had to drag my gaze away from her. Alarm bells and sirens went off in my head but I couldn't have cared less at that moment. Her strong personality was overpowering me but I didn't WANT to do anything about it. My hand was being clasped within her fingers and with a sudden lurch I realised that I was rapidly becoming sexually excited. The return of the teenage waitress with her card and receipt broke the spell. The moment had gone and once again we were two women out for a quiet meal. As Jenny had paid for the meal I took it upon myself to leave our youthful waitress a generous tip. She watched as I tucked the five pound note under an empty plate and she smiled and nodded briefly as if she agreed with my action. That night as I lay in bed I went back over the whole astonishing episode. Jenny, as she asked me to call her, had disturbed and upset my staid equilibrium. I was suddenly unsure of my previous lifelong human values. This very brief acquaintance could prove to be even more disturbing if I allowed it to be. Her eyes were so blue and her gaze so frighteningly steady. And there was those brief moments when I had become so turned on that my knees were trembling and weak. Jenny had kissed me on the cheek as we parted after our night out. It was a chaste friendly peck that again for some reason had me blushing to the roots of my hair. Suddenly I was like a young teenage girl again with all the raging hormones rushing about in my body. I thought those days were long gone along with my long lost virginity. "I'd like to make you blush a lot more" she had said in a soft husky voice that hid a menacing promise. Then we had parted and gone our separate ways - me, with a very flustered and spinning mind and her with a tiny tinkling laugh. The warning bells rang louder and clearer in my head. The whispered comment had solid sexual overtones that she made no attempt to disguise. She was so very confident that I would not take offence at her blatant innuendo. I drove the couple of miles home from her home deep in thought. Mentally I was totally confused. The signals my body was sending out were alien to me but opposed to them was the certainty that I was going to see her again. It came back to me the way she had looked at that young waitress, the longing speculative glint in her eyes, and suddenly I wanted her to look at me in that way too. Christ I'm not a lesbian I wanted to cry out. I'd had half a dozen boy friends, a couple of them had been pretty steamy affairs. All the same, my thoughts kept coming back to Jenny. She just didn't have the appearance of a woman who could be that way inclined. She was pretty, very feminine and I had to admit, quite a girl. On the other hand, if I was perfectly and brutally honest with myself, the quality of the sex I had previously experienced with men had always been dreadful. No matter how much I tried to tell myself that I was being satisfied by the groping fumbling of boy friends, it was entirely and bitterly untrue. In fact I was often left so frustrated and on edge that I was beginning to fear that I was frigid. That's not something a normal hot blooded woman likes to admit. I had the same desires as others but so far nobody had come along to make them come true. As yet nobody had found the right buttons to push to make my world light up. The prospect of doing it with another woman was totally foreign. My mind could just not conjure up the reality of it. I'd probably get a fit of the giggles and not be able to do anything if it happened I thought. After all society frowned on this kind of thing. To say that I was preoccupied whilst getting ready for bed would be an understatement. My mind was buzzing and to my surprise I found my body was too. I was a mass of tingling nerve endings that hadn't been this active for ages. Bathing and drying myself was done completely on automatic. That funny state where you know what you are doing but don't have to think about it. Ready for bed and feeling nice and warm, I settled down with a book I had been intending to read for ages but, inexplicably I found myself reading the same paragraph over and over again. My concentration was hopelessly awry. Running through my wildly flitting brain was the way Jenny had spoken to me, and that fleeting kiss she had given me as we parted. Other women have kissed me but not with the kind of overtones that she had. In the end I dropped the book and lay staring reflectively up at the ceiling and doing some pretty deep, intensely analytic thinking. Ideas and thoughts kept flitting through my head one after another, chasing each other and then disappearing as quickly as they came. On the one hand I could nip this thing in the bud, never see her again. If I did that I would never know if the underlying, and until now, unexpressed attraction I felt was real or not. Call her and say I could not see her again. Deep down though I knew this was a non-starter. Curiosity killed the cat so they say. Well I was curious! Very curious. Then, without me consciously being aware of what I was doing, I found myself masturbating. Self love was a practice I hadn't indulged in for years but here I was working myself towards a very heated climax in a matter of a few minutes. Highly sensitive parts of my body screamed out for satisfaction in a way that was all too frighteningly new. I was stifling in my thin cotton nightdress even though it was tugged up above my trembling breasts. The teasing probing pressure of my slippery fingers brought gasps of utter pleasure from me. I closed my eyes and went with it, always, and this was the most shocking part, with the picture of Jenny's face floating in my head. Her warm smile, her generous mouth and above all those piercing blue eyes, hovered and sent my temperature and blood pressure soaring. It was her fingers that were touching me, her voice that echoed in my head, as I writhed about, sweating and wriggling with self induced pleasure. It was her sweet tasting mouth that I pretended was pressing down on mine, driving out all the frightening doubts. The clarity and reality of these dreamy thoughts amazed me. She could easily have been there with me in that bed. Far quicker, and so deeply satisfying, was the eventual shuddering climax, that I was left trembling and shaking for a long time afterwards. The noisy breathless gasps and moans that must have echoed around my bedroom gave testimony to the phenomenal height of my sexual arousal. It seemed that every nerve ending I knew about was tingling and alive. I moved both hands from my lower regions up onto the mounds of my breasts and was startled at the lightning flashes that soared through my head at the sensitiveness of my swollen nipples. They were like granite and tingling so much that I moaned aloud as my fingers teased at them. Idly I traced around them with my fingertips and shuddered from head to toes as I thought of Jenny doing it for me. As my racing heart rate and breathing calmed down afterwards I tried forcing my thoughts away from the bewitching Jenny. I tried telling myself that I didn't want to be a lesbian. It was against all I had ever held dear in my life. However, there was a horrible lurking thought in the back of my mind that this wasn't the last I was going to hear of the matter as far as Jenny was concerned. The huge bouquet of flowers arrived the next morning before I left to go to work. Mystified I took them from the youthful delivery boy at the door and hurried with them to the kitchen. It wasn't my birthday or the anniversary of anything so I was naturally baffled as to whom they were from. I must say though that carnations and roses are my favourites and eagerly I tore open the small envelope containing the accompanying card. The words written there in a rounded female hand hit me straight between the eyes and caused a hot flush to scorch through my body. It was a far greater effect than any other message I'd ever had from anyone, and it was from Jenny! "My car may be dented but that's repairable. My heart will not be if you don't see me again. Love Jenny". The previous nights fulfilling orgasm returned to my mind again. So deep and electrifying. A hot flood coursed downwards through my belly causing me to tremble. With a shock I realised that I was trembling and hugely sexually aroused. Nerve endings I didn't know I had flared into life in a most alarming way and were clamouring in a very alarming way. Catching sight of my reflection in the hall way mirror made me do a double take. The dark haired woman staring back at me was someone I barely knew. Colour bloomed on my cheeks and my eyes sparkled in a way they had not done for years. What on earth was wrong with me I wondered? I went off to work in a dazed daydream. Even the battle with the usual morning traffic, which I tended to find frustrating, paled into insignificance. So much so that I found myself humming happily along with a popular love ballad on the car radio. The words of the song suddenly seemed so poignant and meaningful. Once there I was barely able to concentrate on teaching the whole of the day. A peculiar warm glow centred in a part of my body which shall be nameless and I simmered softly. Even a couple of my colleagues noted and commented kindly at the change in my manner. "I reckon you must have met Mr Wonderful" Connie, the deputy headmistress chuckled as we sat in the staff room during break time. That would remain to be seen I thought as I blushed and then buried my head in the pile of notebooks I was diligently attempting to mark. Thanking Jenny for the unexpected flowers was more difficult than I thought it would be. At first I was reluctant to admit even to myself that I was flattered. To actually ring her proved to be awkward. To my surprise when she eventually answered she sounded off hand and surprisingly steered my thanks aside. "Meet me this evening for a quiet drink and you can say thank you to my face" she said, abruptly cutting off my words in mid sentence. I recognised the concealed challenge in her words, - it was a dare! "Meet me and then say you want nothing more to do with me" was what she was really saying. I was conscious that I was taking an enormous risk with my own morals but I knew instinctively that I could not refuse. My God, what am I getting myself into! I met her of course. We had a drink in the beer garden of a charming pub in a picturesque little village a few miles outside of town and the whole time there was an under current of unspoken sexual awareness present. I had that wonderful expectancy that you get when it's your birthday and a long awaited present is about to be given to you. The waiting is a nightmare but the gift when you get it is all the more special. The simple fact that Jenny openly admitted sleeping with women was intriguing to me. Each time I looked at her I tried to imagine her in that process but not being well informed about the actual techniques used, I was at a bit of a loss. Temptation reared its ugly head and I was at once feeling more relaxed. She didn't let up for a second once she sensed that I was wavering. "I'm not in the habit of chasing just any woman" she explained. "But in your case I just had to get to know you better". Idly she toyed with her wine glass with long tapering well manicured fingers. Everything about her was so exquisitely feminine. I could hardly let myself believe that she was into women in that way. The evening was warm and there was a spectacular sunset turning the Western sky to a thousand shades of pink, gold and turquoise. We sat watching the changing light and colours for ages, amazingly content with each other's company. Words were superfluous in our situation. The beauty of nature was providing a backdrop that was indescribable. Even so I was still finding it difficult to come to terms with what she was. Pre-conceptions are dangerous things that often lead to errors. Stereotyped lesbians are supposed to be grossly masculine and sport short hair cuts along with sloppy tee shirts and baggy jeans. Jenny was a woman lover, stylishly dressed up in modern expensive clothes and who, I was now more than sure, had designs on me. Our conversation flowed easily and fluidly, touching on a thousand and one subjects. Family, friends and work were covered in happy chat. It appeared that the two of us had so much in common and we were enjoying discovering mutual interests. Then the subject turned to more intimate areas. "Have you ever loved a woman? I mean really and truly loved one to the extent that only she and you exist in the world" she asked me quietly. I shook my head dumbly and kept my eyes down-turned pretending to be engrossed with my drinks glass. Forlornly I was hoping and praying that this was all a dream and I would wake up soon. But Jenny wasn't going to let me off the hook that easy. Her gaze was fixed on me but I was too scared to raise my face to look directly at her. "Then you are missing out on one of life's biggest and most tender of experiences" she announced. "Only a woman can know how another woman feels - can appreciate how she thinks and what her innermost desires are. Until you've allowed yourself to be loved, and loved in return, in that way, you haven't been loved at all. And you have to admit to a certain curiosity about me, even, I might say, an attraction". Her words and the way she said them sent an unparalleled surge of sexual excitement through me. I was all at once totally aware of my body and the way she was looking at me. Not mockingly or critically - just with an air of confident assurance that overtook me and made me extremely vulnerable. I had to raise my eyes to look at her now. She toyed with her glass on the table between us and silently I imagined those hands and fingers touching me. They would be gentle and so lovingly caring. Before I knew what was happening my central core melted. Hot and swirling the wild excitement was coming to the boil and I knew instinctively that if she asked, I was willing to be hers. Some sort of telepathy must have told her what I was thinking and feeling or did it show on my flushed face. Either that or I had shown her in some unconscious way that I was hooked. If she wanted me then I could no longer fight or question the rights or wrongs of it. She leaned toward me, her eyes boring into mine and whispered my name. I have never heard it said in such a tone before and my heart rate tripled immediately. I dared not speak. The images floating through my head were only too real. The smile had faded from her beautiful features to be replaced by a deep expression of longing that mirrored the one firing through me. Quizzically she raised one eyebrow, asking without actually using words. It felt as though I was sitting on burning coals. With another shock I realised that I wanted sex as I have never wanted it before in my whole life. Not just any run of the mill sex - the type she was about to offer was my need. It seemed that there was a huge balloon inflating inside me and getting bigger by the second. I held my breath, wanting and waiting for her to go on. She stopped fiddling with her wine glass and instead reached across and flicked a lock of my hair away from my brow. The merest brush of her fingertips on my skin nearly caused me to sob with pleasure and I waited anxiously for her to put into words the desires I knew must be mirrored in her. She did more than ask me to be hers. She took my hand from where it lay on the table and held it for a long time. I think she must have sensed my inner turmoil because she stared straight into my eyes there in the sweet scented garden and quietly said that she wanted me. My heart and stomach did a crazy cartwheel. She was stroking the skin of my wrist, sending awful tremors up and down my spine and I was utterly speechless. My mind was being taken over, as surely as she would take my body if I consented. I teetered on the brink, loving the raw physical arousal she was generating in me. She wanted me as a lover - but where did I stand in it all? How do you make love to another female? Would I end up being revolted by actually touching, and being touched by her? These were all the million and one questions that raced through my whirling brain but inside my head I already knew the answers. I realised with another shock that I was trembling like a leaf. My whole body was shaking with a mounting yearning that I tried desperately to deny. If I permitted this to occur, how would it end? Her light fingers edged slightly onto my forearm to bring goose bumps up on my flesh and sending a terrifying leap in my sexual stimulation. I was trapped by her fixed hypnotic gaze and the power she had over me. Carefully I eased myself on the seat, trying to calm the clamouring burning that was getting worse inside my panties, but it was fruitless. No matter what I did, she countered and overcame me. Being trapped and hunted by this woman was a pleasure I hadn't dared to hope for. I was lost! Nobody had ever moved me as much as she was doing and in those brief seconds I was certain that she was going to have me any way she wanted. We were destined to make love together and nothing I could do or say would prevent it happening. Instinctively I knew she was as excited as I was, there was a bloom to her skin and a lightness of breath that gave it away. Our gazes met and locked, searching, questioning, looking for that vital sign that would lead us into the next steps. I moved my stare to her excitingly full red lips. They were so exquisitely shaped and so expressive. The tiny pink tip of her tongue flickered over them moistening them. I shivered with a burning sexual desire that surprisingly, no longer frightened me. I was about to take the biggest step in my life and it excited me more than words can tell. Her eyebrows rose again in an unspoken question and my nervous silence must have been the answer she was looking for. Her hand stopped stroking my skin and closed around my forearm inches above my wrist. The firmness and determination of her grip drove any remaining fight away. "You have no idea how much I want to kiss you" she whispered in a hushed voice. "I've wanted to ever since the first time I saw you". Her unwavering gaze searched my face fully aware of the blaze that was rising inside me. Our gazes locked for what seemed an eternity and then submissively I lowered my eyes, giving in to the determined challenge that glinted there. The floodgates of my arousal opened with a vengeance. That awful sensation you get when your insides are turning to liquid fire and flowing downwards unchecked. I found myself turned on in the most fantastic way. In an attempt to stem and soothe my excitement I pressed my thighs tightly together but only succeeded in making matters worse. Suddenly I wanted nothing more than to be alone with her - away from peoples view. We had to go somewhere to test out this new rage that was making my body shake so. She had me and she knew it. Our half finished drinks were forgotten, left on the small table. Hand in hand we walked from the pub's garden, through the tiny wicket gate to the shadowy car park where the car was. I felt peculiar - as if I was floating a couple of feet in the air - and an enormous fluttering was starting in my stomach, much as a bride probably has as she walks down the aisle on her wedding day. Extremely conscious of her arm looped around my waist I allowed myself to be led wondering just when she was going to kiss me. Once we were alone and out of sight of any onlookers, I was convinced I stood no chance - but did I really want one? I had come this far and something told me that I was going to go an awful lot further before the night was over. Jenny was going to see and know a lot more about me. The dim lighting from the pub's gardens dropped behind us and her enfolding arm tightened around my waist. As we walked our hips swung and brushed against each other heightening the awareness that bubbled inside me. In the enveloping darkness of the deserted car park she released me to unlock the car door. Her perfume filled my nostrils as I turned back to her. Moving in close she drew me to her and tilted my head back. In the darkness her perfect face came lower to mine. The kiss she gave me made my legs go weak and I sagged helplessly against her, surrendering my mouth to hers. Her mouth was so sensuously soft and gentle on mine. No demanding force, no unwarranted tongue invasion. It was just pure feminine gentleness. The strength went out of my legs and I found myself leaning into her embrace, wanting a lot more. The tiny murmuring moan that rumbled in the back of my throat must have told her plenty about my aroused state. Her arms closed tighter around me and drew me nearer until the front of our bodies were pressing close together. A hand rose and slipped easily around the side of my neck and with a subtle gentleness pulled me closer. Oh how I was loving being kissed by her. This is pure madness ran through my reeling brain. Anyone entering the car park could have seen us but I didn't care. Jenny had me pressed to her so that our breasts interlocked like the pieces of a jig saw puzzle and her bewitching lips wreaked havoc with my sensible outlook. A new and stunning sense of freedom swept through me; as if for the first time I was doing something that was right for me. And I began to kiss her back with a passion that even surprised me. No matter what happened I was going to go through with it. I was going to be intimate with another woman in a way that I had never considered before. The vital decision made, the wild trembling in my body quietened to a gentle expectant simmering. "You are so beautiful" she breathed as she slipped into the front seat of the car. My skirt had slipped above my knees but I didn't care a jot. Her eyes caught sight of my bared flesh and the shining brightness made me want her all the more. For a brief moment she stopped, leaning forward over where I was seated, and kissed me once again fully on my lips. Involuntarily my hand came up and cupped her face, feeling the alabaster smoothness of her skin as I drank her breath into my being. Her fingers on my neck stroked and increased my tension ten fold. The interior of the car was hot and too small. Jenny, twisted awkwardly in her seat, was crowding me back against the door and touching and kissing me in a way that was definitely not normal. But by then, I wasn't normal any longer- I knew that, and she did too, and she was taking full advantage of the fact. The subtle slow seduction phase was over and Jenny was setting out to show me the delights of womanly love. Me, a woman school- teacher, and here I was with another female's hand slipping up my skirt and positively revelling in it! Undercover of the surrounding darkness she had kissed me full on the mouth again and again. Sensually her red lips had pressed to mine, brushing, pecking and nipping, drawing from me the very breath of life. The taste of her lipstick and the faint lingering flavour of the wine she had drunk invaded my senses and sent any fight I may have had left in me to the four winds. Along with that there was the intoxicating mixture of her perfume, the shampoo she had used on her hair and the sweet hotness of her breath. I buried my face deep into the locks of her hair and let her scent fill me. Our cheeks, heated with excitement, brushed fleetingly and then her lips were devouring me again. I tried to raise my hand, to force her to pause but nothing was going to halt the passion that was flaming out of control in both of us. A tiny spark, an ember of lust had been fanned into a roaring inferno that only one thing was going to quench. We both recognised the other's need. Her hand was on my upper leg, under the hem of my disarranged skirt, sending violent thrills through me. As it moved higher I couldn't help giving a huge shudder of arousal. Her fingers traced the leg line of my briefs into the heated depths of my groin. Passion flared fiercer and brighter in me. It didn't matter that it was a woman touching me. I was on fire and melting into a million nerve endings. "By God - you're hot and ready" she murmured through tautened lips, her face only inches from my own. The floating aroma of her expensive perfume, her nearness and the very personal way she was touching me was making my head swim. A nagging doubt about all this niggled at the back of my mind. She was bound to find me ugly and unattractive I thought. Should I move away from her, make her cease this insanity? That would mean that the heavenly stroking she was giving me down below would stop. That was not what I wanted. Shocked by my shameless behaviour I realised that I WANTED it to go on and on. I clamped my hand around her wrist, not to prevent any further advances but to hold her there, where the thrills were greatest. She murmured something but I was beyond comprehending her. My body was on fire with a raw need that was barely allowing me to breathe. My rumpled skirt couldn't get any higher because I was sitting on it but she still tried. It was being dragged and pushed upwards by both her strong capable hands showing more and more of my thighs. I tried to stop it but only a helpless moan of passion slipped from me. Should I help? Should I rise up a little and let her do this to me? In my heart I already knew the answer to these questions. To be touched by her was the greatest goal of my existence. In the end I had no choice. She was already doing it and it was truly fantastic. She smiled into my half closed eyes as I made another tiny tremulous moan of pleasure. Her hand, trapped between my weakened trembling legs, moved that last inch and I was lost. The curtained folds of my vulva parted at her touch and my already soaking vagina welcomed her. Liquid heat met her and accepted the gentle penetration into my body. I hunched over her hand, trapping it inescapably in the intimate folds. My whole being was in a state of high arousal and she was aware of it. "Only another woman can give you the kind of love you need Sarah" Jenny murmured. "Come home with me now and you will see". Her wrist flexed and her fingertips stroked the inner recesses of my sex. I gasped loudly and longed to throw my legs wide open for her, to expose to her that I was truly ready. In the inner recesses of my confused mind I knew she was right. My body was aching for love but my struggling brain wasn't keeping up with events. Things had moved far too fast. I was being led blindly down a path I had never trodden before, and I had no idea where it ended. The responses in me though were too wild and too heavenly to even consider refusing the love she offered. Tonight I was going to step over the boundaries into a world I knew nothing about, but which I was sure she was going to show me. "You want to touch me as much as I want to touch you, if only you could admit it" she whispered in that same husky sex laden voice. "That's the hurdle you have to overcome." If she only knew! For the first time in my life I longed to feel another woman's body, to have its taste, smell its erotic scents. I wanted to have her with every fibre of my being. The gentle stroking of my tingling sex went on, making my panties wetter by the second. "We are meant to be with each other" she whispered close to my ear. "you cannot possibly deny the fact". There was the ring of truth in her words. I did long to be with her - I did long to touch her. The sexual excitement that glowed in me was far greater than any I have known before. All that had gone ahead in my life was merely a fake. This was where my destiny lay. She was stroking my inner thigh, reaching into intimate parts that I could no longer hide from her. I would have been incapable of doing that anyway. Her delicately searching fingers had discovered my highly responsive clitoris, shielded and hidden away, and I gladly gave up the fight. Her light lingering caresses were much too good. Far better than when I did it for myself. I was opening myself, offering myself to her, no longer scared or unsure. Wantonly my shaking thighs parted and I slid lower in my seat to give her the space she needed. I could see the shape of her hand as it moved under the lap of my skirt, high up where the fork of my thighs was, discovering for herself the extent of my longing. I heard her breath catch in her throat sharply. "Oh yes, my lovely darling! You're ready!" she whispered as my whole body tilted up to meet her fingertip stroking. I whimpered helplessly and rolled my head into her shoulder. Blinded by passion I pressed my lips to the side of her neck and drank in the sweet taste of her skin. My tongue flickered out and trickled around the lobe of an ear. She uttered an earthy long drawn out groan of pleasure. Jenny took my hand in hers and guided me to the wonder of her slightly parted thighs. Silken skin, smooth and unblemished flesh met my trembling fingertips. Her breath expelled in a long shaking sigh as I discovered the secret heat of her. Boiling moistness covered by the thinnest nylon was under my cradling hand as she too shuddered. Boldly I copied her caresses, seeking and finding the deep feminine furrow of her sex deep in the recess of her yielding thighs. The comparison with my own was stark. There was very little cushioning effect from pubic hair and the outer lips were plump and fleshy. Her obvious excitement was the same though. She was as wet as I was and growing wetter by the second. Delicately I let my fingers follow the shape of her sex. How beautiful it was and how natural it felt. A tiny hiccup of pleasure caught in her throat when my finger threaded its way deeper into the innermost depths of the cleft and I felt her hips wriggle their pleasure. "If we go on as we are there is going to be a very public show" she grated near my ear. "You don't know how attractive you are or how much I want to undress you". She groaned again as my fingers succeeded in finding their way inside the delicate layer of nylon covering her. The slippery wetness was spreading faster than mine was. Her divine body stiffened into a mini spasm of desire before melting around my delving fingers. Then, without another word she abruptly pulled away and left me. She reached for the key in the darkness and started the engine of the car. We were off with a roar and a protesting squeal of tyres. Bewildered by the swift separation I struggled to concentrate on her driving the car with my face half turned towards her. There on the seat between us rested the hand that had ignited my inner self and I knew that it would do so again. I loved the feverish urgency of her driving. It was like everything else about our friendship, wild and unpredictable. One second I had been climbing up the slope of sexual satisfaction, the next we were speeding along the country roads, towards - what? Bemused, scarcely letting myself believe my behaviour, I stared down at our naked legs. The touches she had made on my body were still burning into my flesh and I am sure she was the same. Suddenly I was at one with her. Body and soul I was hers to do with exactly as she wanted. The doubts of the past few days fell away. I was about to take the biggest and most important step of my life. Parents, work and friends who would all frown disapprovingly no longer mattered. I was a sexual being ravaged by need and desire. I no longer cared what people might say or think. I was with the one person in the world who could take me to the stars and beyond. The whole homeward journey was a bewildering haze. I can't remember a single point of it save the occasional opportunist brush of her hand along my leg as she changed gear. My sex-drugged eyes watched the speeding hedges and verges rush past but they didn't register properly. The excitement and simmering longing she had ignited in me was far too strong. The eerie glow from the car dashboard illuminated her attractive face, and I studied it closely. Those soft red lips, full and expressive, were smiling at me and my stomach lurched. It wasn't real, what we were about to do - it was a dream, and I would wake soon and find myself alone in my flat. The fantasy would evaporate and dissolve away leaving everything back to normal. The way I was feeling that would be too much. I was utterly turned on and wanting, desiring anything she chose to do with me. My head was spinning as she leaned sideways and rested my brow on her shoulder. I felt the light brush of her blonde hair on my face and then the warmth of her cheek. Why had I never felt this way when I'd been with any man? "A few more minutes" she whispered to me. "A few more minutes and then you'll be mine". How perfect and right that sounded. She reached and touched my leg again sending flashes of lightning up through my soaking sex. I squirmed nearer to her and hugged her arm, forcing it against my tender breast. I let my hand trail down between her legs and then angled my wrist so that my fingers were touching that tantalising scrap of nylon. She was still very wet when I reached the top. I thought at first she was trying to wriggle away from me but then her pelvis tilted and the whole of her pubic mound was in my palm. The heat from it was incredible - like a small furnace - and it was all my doing. Gently I pressed down on it and she bit her lip in anguish. "Careful!" she warned. "If you do that too much we will have to stop the car and let me have you straight away". The trembling need in her voice was music to my ears. The speed with which my life was changing was alarming. One day I was a staid run of the mill schoolteacher the next I was the brink of a lesbian affair. I mentally shook myself to try to rid myself of the confusion that muddled my head. At long last we swung left off the main road and into an estate of new modern homes. Lights glimmered behind closed curtains and a stray dog padded his way across the street ahead of us. Jenny had a house, a small one, on a quiet close near to a lake and we stepped out of the car as a flock of wild geese soared above us with their wings beating a noisy path through the air. I watched as they settled onto the dark water. I sensed she was near by, behind me, and then her arms stole around my waist. "We didn't come here to watch the birds" she whispered as she took my arm and steered me towards the doorway. Her stylish high heels rapped a tattoo on the path, the noise sounding louder in the silence of the empty street. I let myself be led, without protest, through the small fenced neatly kept garden conscious of the lingering warmth that still pulsed in my lower belly. My breasts were tense with the nipples boring painfully into the cups of my bra. They felt so big and tense. The interior of the house was cosy and homely. From what I could see in the half light there was a large spacious lounge to one side of the front door and stairs leading immediately ahead to the upper floor. The door closed behind us with a click that sounded like a rifle shot in the silence. The noise kicked my libido back into top gear from its slumbering state. I held my breath and waited motionless, expectantly. Then she was behind me in the darkness, slipping her arms around and holding me tightly. Her love coiled closer around me, wrapping me in warmth, from my waist and hips slowly upwards to my painfully alert breasts. I caught my breath sharply as her hands closed, cupping me and lifting. The sharp burning ache in my stiffened nipples got considerably worse. Their jutting prominence would be obvious to her through my clothing and at my back I could feel her body pressing to me. The softness of her breasts pressed to my shoulders. One last try at distancing myself from the inevitable made me twist in her grasp. Now face to face, her nearness was all the more intoxicating. "I'm not sure about this Jenny" I exclaimed, though deep in me I was exactly the opposite. There was nothing I wanted more than to make love with this adorable woman. "Oh yes you are" she murmured gripping me tighter. "In the car you were panting for it". Assured determination sparkled in her eyes. Her beautiful face came nearer to me and her wonderful lips brushed mine. Stiff and awkward I froze. In the car and the car park it had been different. There it had been daring and dangerous. Here, in her home, where nobody could see us, I was suddenly afraid once more. My head moved back, trying to distance myself from those ruby lips but it was useless. She followed, still smiling until our mouths joined and locked together. That was all it took to knock the fight out of me. The soft searching warmth of her mouth halted my struggles. It was as if the indecision drained out of me leaving me limp and at her mercy. The triumph in her manner was all consuming. Limply I hung onto her letting my body flow with her whilst her kisses sent spiders of sexual tension flying through me. The powerful uncompromising urge for sex burst within me and the outside world and normality ceased to exist. Sexual release was being demanded by my hormones in a way it had never done before. Orgasmic climaxes were the only thing that was going to still this wonderful awareness. Along with an unknown number of other women, if they had the guts to admit it, I had often wondered what it would like to make love with another of my own sex. Books, films and TV dramas tend to depict the act as something to titillate the masses but I had always found these episodes the most moving parts. It was something I had never questioned or wondered about in the past. The sight of two half clad or nude females rolling about locked in passion had always moved me far more than seeing a man and woman indulging themselves. I suppose it was the taboo of the subject that fascinated me. This was very real though. A beautiful woman had me in her arms and she wanted me in the same way a man would. There the similarities ended. With Jenny all was tender and caring and not demanding as with a man. The skin I touched was as soft and as silken as my own. Our bodies melted into each other. The heat of her breath on my throat sent my pulse racing until I was sure she would be able to hear it. I was about to surrender myself to her and I wanted to with all my heart. Jenny's assured hands were at the buttons of my blouse, popping each one undone in a slow deliberate downward path. Impassive and accepting I stood as still as a statue. In passing, her fingers brushed the swelling curve of my breasts sending more lightning pulses through me. Suddenly I wanted, above all, to be naked with her. Clothing separated us and it had to go. I followed her progress hypnotically, willing her to finish the task and reveal all I had to her gaze. She dropped her gaze downwards to where my loosened blouse hung open. The bra I was wearing showed an awful lot of cleavage and I saw the sparkle of excitement shine in her blue eyes. I'd only ever seen that kind of look in a man's eyes before but to me at that moment, it was the pinnacle. Here I felt I was admired in a way that a woman appreciates. As her arms went around me and her hands stroked up across the skin of my back I couldn't help arching my body towards her. An amused triumphant light shone in her blue eyes. Her seduction of me was almost complete. "If I have to crash my car every time I want to meet someone like you, then my insurance company is not going to be very pleased" she whispered. Then she kissed me as a lover kisses and my world was turned completely upside down. Her sweet tasting mouth was devouring me and her tongue slipped into my throat. I growled my joy in a gurgling groan that in itself sent shivers up and down my spine. My arms went around her hugging her to me. I have never encountered anything like this before. Her kisses were not the forceful, brutish way a man would kiss but a light caressing of my lips. As light as a feather but passionate in their own way. My heart beat faster and the heat of higher sexual arousal flushed through me. By now my panties must be saturated with all the wild out-flowing. My fears, doubts and inhibitions fell away. To be held and kissed like this was what life was all about. Jenny was no longer a woman but a person to whom I was about to give my all. The longing for physical satisfaction, so vague and indistinct usually, flared into full life. She could literally touch me anywhere and anyhow and I would happy. Each square inch of my skin seemed to be endowed with a million nerve endings that were sending messages to my brain. I started kissing Jenny back and was rewarded by her mewing gently into my open mouth. A kindred desire, which I suspected she had been holding in check, was flaring in her as well. I was on fire, ablaze with craving. This beautiful woman was awakening something in me that I had never before felt. I no longer felt like a hunted animal but that rare item - a woman in the grip of lust. Hands were at the back fastening of my bra. With a deft flick of her fingers the garment went slack around my chest. By this time my arms had raised to coil around Jenny's neck so it was a simple matter for her to bring her hands around under my arms to cradle the side swelling of my breasts. A richer wave of passion roared through me as her thumbs strayed across the taut outstanding nubs of my nipples. They hardened instantly into stiff vibrant points sending their own brand of excitement soaring through me. For a brief ecstatic moment I thought I was going to climax from the fleeting touches but gradually the rising peak subsided. There was a corresponding, ever increasing tightness throbbing in the pit of my belly, a pulsating beat that was demanding more and more. I was quickly rising beyond the realms of normal control. I was in the throes of a passion as great as any I had ever felt before. Jenny could literally have done anything she wanted with me in those moments and I would not have objected. Her grasp moved over my now exposed breasts inflaming me even more. "You are fantastic" she breathed at the same moment as her hands descended to cover the rich swell of my buttocks. I was being parted, pulled apart, emphasising the fire that raged within me. Through my skirt she was caressing me, making me shiver and tremble uncontrollably. Clenching my buttocks I rolled myself towards her as she stroked the outside flanks of my thighs. Oh my God; it felt so good! I began to fear that my trembling legs would give out if we didn't get out of the hallway and to somewhere I could sit or lay down. The weakness in them was getting worse by the second. Thankfully Jenny seemed to sense this and steered me without releasing me, backwards into her darkened lounge. A couch's cushions pressed to the back of my calves and gratefully I sank down into the soft upholstery with her following me. She couldn't do anything else really - I was hanging onto her for dear life, fearful that if I let her go she would disappear. In the half darkness her mouth began to devour me. It moved from my face down my neck to the twin mounds of my breasts and then onto the pouting stiffness of my tense nipples. I closed my eyes in surrender and went with the flow. The peaks of my breasts felt so hard that I thought they would snap off. Her gorgeous face brushed over them and I was in heaven. My breasts have always been highly sensitive, so when she went to work on them I nearly went mad. First one breast was kissed and suckled on and then the other. The nipples were so tense and hard I thought they could easily snap off at the lightest touch. When she went for my skirt again as she had done in the car I lost all semblance of reason. My panties felt too small to hold me and I crazily began tugging at them to rid myself of them. Her hands were helping me. I wondered what sixth sense had told me not to wear panty-hose or nylons for our meeting. As they were dragged down past my knees I knew I was beyond going back. I was hers to do with exactly as she wanted. Nothing in the world was going to make me back out now. Skilfully she divested me of them, opening the way to the most intimate parts of my body. I rolled eagerly in under her, opening myself widely to her questing hand. My naked belly heaved upwards to meet her and her hand caressed me in a way that was completely astonishing. It was so good, so right, so perfect, that I couldn't stop myself crying out aloud. Jenny's voice reached me through the haze but I was beyond comprehending what she was saying. It was a mumble distorted by my flesh. My legs were being separated wider and wider and my skirt pushed higher up over the tops of my thighs. A hand with fingers fluttering sought out the secrets of my sex and I soared up into a frantic state of excitement. I was soaking wet and getting wetter by the second. Somewhere in the darkness I heard my shoe fall to the floor from my dangling foot. Other than that the only thing that mattered was the glorious feeling her caressing fingers were inducing in me. Her touching my sex was completely different to any other time in my life. There was an assured tenderness to her touches that had me begging for more and more. My wetness didn't concern me any more either. It suddenly seemed part of the whole thing anyway. She was possessing my sex in a way no other person had ever done, making me cling helplessly to her. I could hear myself sobbing and moaning whilst my frantic hands clutched at her. Magically there was the softness of her naked breasts in my hands and her demanding mouth on me everywhere. The fire had been lit and was now quickly turning into an inferno. Whatever I asked of her, she gave me a thousand times over. I twisted this way and that, angling my sex and thighs to her, wanting her to caress me everywhere. Suddenly her hands were arranging me in a different position. I was being opened wider by her gentle fingers. Then she was back with me, leaning half over me. Her long blonde tresses brushed across my inner thighs and I cried out, gasping, calling her name again and again in the dim light. The tremendous beauty of being loved in this way was far beyond my powers of description. I was dumbfounded and ecstatic at the same time. Oral sex had always been a let down to me on the fairly infrequent occasions that I had experienced it. Perhaps it was because it was being done by a man and lacked a certain tenderness and skill that Jenny obviously had. The light fluttering caresses in the most sensitive areas soon had me thinking differently. In the darkness I combed my fingers through her lovely blonde hair and pulled her into me harder. Each time her tongue caressed me I jerked and heaved, wanting, needing more of the same and she didn't disappoint me. I was in a kind of heaven of sexual pleasure. Usually, unless I am really fired up, it takes me a long time to come, but Jenny had me floundering helplessly on the brink of an enormous orgasm in no time. Her touch was perfect in every way. Gentle, caring but fully aware of what was needed, she went for me without mercy. The beauty of the powerful orgasm was growing bigger and bigger inside me. A swelling balloon that at first was inflating, small and barely there, then expanding with increasing speed. Her tongue was in me - moving, lapping - driving the excitement to an excruciating fever pitch. I writhed defencelessly, throwing wider my legs and begging her for more. The dam burst like a clap of thunder and I slithered down the slope of ecstasy into a seething mass of womanhood. Bright lights flashed and a red throbbing mist descended over my brain as I gave myself. Why, how, what - I didn't care. This wonderful, wonderful woman was making love to me in the way that any woman would die for. Her hot breath was on me, in me, searing the tender parts of my body. My passion was at its highest and I sobbed loudly, frantically, climbing that steep slope to completion again and again at the merest flick or caress. How could I describe this heaven she was transporting me to. Nothing was capable of comparing to it. If this was lesbianism than that is what I was. No reservations, no stupid taboos. This woman was turning me on and satisfying me in a way no other person ever had. Again and again her mouth claimed the open gash of my sex. A tongue lashed across the inflamed swelling of my clitoris sending me upwards once more into the realms of total surrender. I must have been flying up in the clouds for ages. It was that wonderful situation where it could not be allowed to stop. It had to go on and on. Slowly, however I came round to find myself being kissed again and again by red lips that were never still. My trembling hands found her head down near the top of my legs and lovingly I stroked her beautiful hair. Her fantastic lips were wet where they pressed to my trembling inner thigh and her skin was as hot as mine. Jenny was whispering my name again and again as she continued to stroke me. I was laying in a most unladylike way with half my clothes either removed or disarranged but I didn't give a damn. The colossal climaxes that had overtaken me were the most brilliant, and deepest I had ever experienced. One of her hands was still playing with me, and one of her adorable breasts, naked and warm, rested hard tipped in my hand. Strangely I felt no remorse or shame. If I had wanted to analyse what had happened I could have, but I realised that I had been a more than willing partner. Jenny had been in the right place at the right time and had provided the spark that had set off the blaze. Quietly and with more calmness than I expected, I told myself that I was a lesbian, and would happily do the same thing again, and more, especially if it was with Jenny. When Jenny switched a small table lamp on I saw what a mess I was in. My blouse and bra hung loosely from my shoulders and my skirt was a roll of material around my hips. My disgustingly soggy panties hung forlornly from one ankle and my sex was very wet and tingling. Modesty would normally have made me cover myself but right at that moment I wanted her to see me - all of me. Jenny wasn't much better. Her expensive dress was wide open to the waist and both her breasts, white and capped with coral pink nipples, swung freely. Her face was very red and flushed and her beautifully dressed hair was a mess. We kissed yet again, a long deep meeting of lips that helped calm the savage beating of my heart and still the frantic breathing. I had made love with another woman! Not just any woman but one who was extraordinarily beautiful and sensual. Her fingers touched my face and I smelt the recognisable aroma of my own body on her skin. "Are you going to call me a perverted bitch now?" she asked tenderly as she leaned over me, her face touching mine. Nothing was further from the truth. I could never have thought that after the way she had made me feel. My previous escapades with men paled into insignificance. They were nothing. Was this the kind of loving I had waited all my life for? The love of another woman! Surely there could be nothing depraved about it. Suddenly the happiness inside me burst out and with glee I embraced this unusual woman. If she wanted me then I was willing to be hers for as long as she wanted. There was no point in my going home that night. Giggling and laughing like young girls we stripped off and jumped into her big bed. We talked and made fantastic love again and again well into the small hours, telling each other the intimate details and secrets of our lives, the sad ones and the funny ones. Sleep was unimportant, though the lack of it would mean that we would both be exhausted the next day. Tomorrow was another day and we were living for that moment. Summoning up a lot of courage I actually allowed myself to caress Jenny between her legs with my tongue. How strange and different she felt to me down there. She was easily as wet as I was, but the cleft forming lips of her vulva were much wider and thicker. Taking my hand in hers she guided me patiently, telling me how well I was doing. Then in a minute of blind passion I found myself contentedly pressing my mouth into the place as if I had been doing it all my life. Jenny lifted her hips, offering herself to me as I, rather amateurishly, made love to her very prominent clitoris. The intimate aroma invading my nostrils and mouth acted like an aphrodisiac to me, sending me to new heights of sexual joy. Making her come that way had to be the best. There was a closeness, an intimacy that joined us. Hearing her scream at the end as if I had wounded her set me off again. To see this astounding beautiful and self-assured woman in the chaotic throes of passion left an indelible impression in my mind. Consciousness the next morning was to find myself in her arms again. Jenny was behind me spooned to my back with her nude body pressing warmly to my back. One hand was resting on my midriff just below my navel and the other was lightly toying with a lock of my hair behind my ear. I stretched, straightening my legs, and gradually came fully awake to the situation. In the cold light of day I half expected to find that I would be disgusted with myself but it was exactly the opposite. The hand on my tummy drew me closer but did not attempt to slide down into areas of my body as it had done last night. "Are you awake?" she asked very close to my ear so that her hot breath fanned my face. I nodded dreamily and reached down to cover her hand with mine. "What say we be very naughty and both ring in sick for today. I want to spend more time with you" she whispered. The idea certainly had a certain appeal to it. My day was a relatively quiet one with five free periods when I would be lounging about in the staff room. She moved her hand lower until both our fingers were touching the fan of hair at the top of my thighs. With a shock I realised that I was ready once again. Jenny leaned over me and kissed me lightly on the mouth. "Any regrets?" she whispered. I kissed her back and shook my head and our hands moved lower. "You must think I'm awful" I whispered. "You only have to touch me and I'm ready to start all over again". "No" she whispered back. "I think you are absolutely gorgeous and I don't know how I managed to keep my hands off you for so long". I snuggled in close to her as at the same moment her fingers entered my vagina and my hips rose of their own accord to her.