Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2007 09:57:16 +1000 (EST)
From: maria <topendmaria@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Lesbian Ball

As is usual for my stories this is a story of lesbian
love.

The story is by MARIA and is called the "Lesbian Ball".

Your comments are always welcomed and my address is
topendmaria@yahoo.com.au

I hope you enjoy what I've written.

We girls are all of a twitter, there's to be a lesbian
ball shortly. At the moment not many details are
available but we understand it's an evening dress affair.
Unfortunately not many of the girls like to parade
through the city dressed in their finery so that's a bit
disappointing. However, it may be that there will be a
solution to that in that it's thought possible that a
golf club may be the venue and if that's the case we'll
be able to arrive in ordinary casual clothes and change
when we get there. We've heard about a similar ball held
in another state and it was held in the golf club and
what they did for change rooms was to erect a marquee in
the grounds close to the club house and let the girls
change in there. An all female security company would
provide security and having seen some of those girls at
other venues I doubt there will be any trouble with
gatecrashers.

In the meantime girls were scouring the local dress shops
for something suitable to wear but I was lucky, I still
had several evening dresses from when my husband and I
were still together and having been looked after they
were still in good shape. It was not that long since I'd
had them out to air in the sun and whilst they were out
I'd gone over them looking for stains or burns or loose
threads. They'd proved to be in good shape so if any of
the other girls were not able to find one for themselves
they could borrow one of mine.

I had a choice between white, black and royal blue. My
former husband had liked me in all of them but on the
night I would not be dressing to please him but rather
another woman, whoever she may be. I went through my
underwear drawer time after time trying to think how I
wanted to look. Did I want to look like a slut, available
for any other woman that wanted me or did I want to look
like a lady that would walk through the room with her
nose so high in the air it was almost as though there was
a smell in the room? Did I want to look like Queen
Victoria, the virgin queen, or did I just want to look
like a pretty nice woman who wanted a bit of fun and to
get fucked? I eventually settled on the last character.

So, I decided to wear white because it didn't show too
much of my tits. It was pretty tight across the bust but
not cut too low. It was quite a full skirt so nobody
could say I was trying to show off my arse. All in all, a
very nice dress.

Oh, I'm so sorry, I haven't introduced myself have I? My
name's Matilda, yes, I know, it's not the most appealing
name you've ever heard is it? To add to the misery of a
name I don't like is the fact that I'm Australian so, as
there's a well known Australian folk song called Waltzing
Matilda I'm often asked if I can dance the waltz.
The only people that have ever called me Matilda are my
grandmother (all the time) and my mother when I'm in
trouble. You've all heard it haven't you, Matilda, come
here and do whatever it is you're in trouble for.
Otherwise I'm sometimes called Mattie or Tilda, please
yourself, I don't really care but don't call me Matilda
other wise you could get a swift smack across the face.
Just kidding!!!!!!!

Our group were pretty well fixed for suitable clothing
for the ball and each of us had clothes to lend to other
casual friends, not quite so close friends so we were
going to be selective in whom we lent things to.

We spent some time in going over the list of invitees
hoping that someone we'd met before, and we'd been drawn
to, would be there. I had a fancy for a girl called
LeAnn. We'd met a couple of times but nothing had
happened because of where we'd met, not suitable
surroundings for anything but chatter. But, we had kept
in touch and she'd sent me some photographs, yummy, she's
very nice to look at. One photo showed her dressed in a
long black dress and while it was provocative it didn't
show much more other than the curve of her bottom and
breasts. Later she'd sent me one with her bare bottom
completely in view and the other one that accompanied it
had shown her squeezing her breasts nearly out of her
dress. The e-mail I'd sent her following the receipt of
these photos had been very raunchy and left her in no
doubt as to what I wanted to do to her.

She knows that I'm not too old, my age is my business,
but I'm much younger than her. I didn't think that would
be an impediment because I'm a very confident girl. I
never have trouble approaching another woman should I
have the desire too. Our earlier meetings and subsequent
photos had stirred me in that would she have sent me such
explicit photos if she wasn't interested. I don't have
yahoo messenger because I'm not the only one in the
family that uses the computer so I have to be quite
circumspect in that regard but I feel much easier sending
e-mail and should anyone come into the room I can easily
switch off the power.

Over a few weeks we've sent dozens of mails each of them
getting raunchier, I knew quite well what she wanted from
me and, damn, she was going to get it. I've no doubt that
by now she knows that I'm on the list of invitees. I know
she is and so I'd better get to it and send her mail
telling her that she's sitting with me or else.

I've just been watching the TV for a little while and
when I returned to the computer she'd sent me another
photo, this one is the one I've been waiting for, she's
showing everything and I mean everything. The bodice of
her dress is wide open showing all her breasts and then
the skirt is pulled out of the way and, oh my, pussy is
clearly visible. I almost printed the picture off so I
could take it to bed with me. I'd love to kiss her lips,
sounds ridiculous when I've got tits and pussy staring at
me but I really want to kiss those lips, they look so
inviting.

It's getting late now and perhaps it's time I went to bed
but I'll be thinking about her and what I'm going to do
to her. I'm so determined to take her even if against her
will. No, that's rubbish, I'm not like that.

Now Sunday morning and I've spent a good deal of the
night thinking about LeAnn. I've got to get her if not
out of my mind, then at least tucked away somewhere where
she won't keep interfering in my daily activities. After
all, life has to go on and there's work which occupies my
mind for most of the day. Then I have a social life that
I share with other like-minded girls. But, I keep coming
back to the computer to see if there are any other
messages, secretly of course I'm hoping for more photos,
she probably realises by now that I'm quite infatuated by
her I've asked her for so many photos.
.
This morning, I saw the latest of her photos and oh dear
I almost `cum" sat in the chair. It was taken in the gym
with her breasts bare, they make mine look like little
grapes but hers are magnificent. Just to sit here looking
at the photo is so damned erotic that my finger has found
it's way to pussy and I'm slowly teasing myself with it.
Of course it's not the same as being with her but it's
giving my imagination the opportunity to work overtime,
oh dear, "cum" on the seat. Should I tell her the effect
she's having on me or, would she think of me as just a
dirty girl with nothing better to do than to masturbate
to one of her photos. I know if she was masturbating
thinking about me I'd be so damned pleased that I could
get her aroused like that. Damn, it may make me look like
a slut but I want her to know that she's in my thoughts
so often but particularly today after seeing the latest
photo. I've typed the message and put it in "draft" while
I think about what I'll do, seriously I want to send it
to her but if she's disgusted with it I don't know what
I'll do. Fuck it, hang on a minute while I go back to e-
mail and send it, she can only tell me to go away but the
mail is so complimentary that she must, must appreciate
how I feel about her.

So everything is prepared for the ball, the club has been
hired, as have the female security guards who will
supervise the marquee that's been hired for a change
room. I know she likes the idea of female security but as
an added precaution a firm of male guards has been hired
but they will only patrol the grounds and the perimeter,
the boss has been warned that if they approach any closer
than one hundred metres they will never work for the
lesbian community again.

A few weeks later on the night of the ball my friends and
I arrived to find the marquee quite full with other women
getting changed into their special ball dresses. I looked
around but there was no sign of LeAnn, my friends were
pulling my leg about her not being there but I was still
hoping like hell that she wouldn't let me down. It would
be bad enough if she didn't turn up for an ordinary date
but for a lesbian ball, I'd never live it down.

An usherette checked our tickets at the door of the golf
club and another woman escorted us to our seats. There
was a place card for LeAnn next to me but when she hadn't
shown after about fifteen minutes I was getting worried.
I'd turned round to talk to another friend when there was
a complete hush in the room and every head was turned
toward the door. This vision in white was floating across
the room she damned well knew that every eye in the room
was glued to her. The face was perfect as was the make
up, the breasts, oh fuck me, the breasts, so prominent
with little bumps where her proud nipples were stretching
the material even more than the flesh of her breasts. My
eyes were held on her face, sexy, the reality of it was
that the photos hadn't done her any justice but of
course, I hadn't much got beyond her tits. Eventually my
eyes landed on her bottom, such perfection, I wanted to
get down and kiss it right there and then.

I stood and held out my hands to her and as she took mine
the electricity charged through me shaking me right down
to my feet. No correct that, a major charge struck my
pussy, I'm sure my clit was now stood proud like a
flagpole outside a public building. All eyes were on us,
I could feel the charge in the room as all the other
women were asking each other who is this fucking woman
who silences everybody just by walking across the room. I
didn't care what they thought, she'd kissed me for the
very first time, I was overcome, my breath had almost
ceased to go down to my lungs, my knees were shaking and
my heart was in my mouth. Shaking like a leaf I pulled
her chair out from under the table and when she sat she
reached out for my hands. Wow, hers were so commanding in
that they took mine and held them tight and I didn't want
her to ever let them go.

Eventually, she told me that I hadn't introduced her to
any of the other women in our group. I performed the
offices and they, that's all of them, stared at her as
though she were royalty. It was some seconds before one
of them spoke to her and even then the person who spoke
was as though she had a brick in her mouth, it was just a
stumbling mumble.

LeAnn told me that it was time for me to ask her to dance
and as we took to the floor the lights went low. I took
her in my arms and as I held her, feeling her breasts
against mine, I was almost collapsing with the sensations
inside me, deep inside me, so deep inside that it felt as
though someone had their hand inside my belly tying knots
in my guts. The feel of her body against me had me
dithering and practically unable to speak that was until
she told me to relax she's only a woman. Fuck, how could
she say that when I was trembling like a leaf in a wind?
She moved closer to me and I didn't quite know if that
was because she wanted to be closer or whether she
thought moving in on me like that would hold me up and
prevent me from falling on the floor. We kissed on the
dance floor, not just the little peck on the lips that
she'd given me before, this was a prime example of what
an experienced woman could do to a young woman like me.
As we kissed our tongues were sliding sensuously around
each other's and the thrill for me was palpable in that I
felt my groin, of its own volition, thrusting at her.  My
clit was now being caressed by the material of my
panties, my dress, her dress and oh dear, her panties. I
think I could just about feel her clit poking its head
out from under cover and at that time I thrust myself
forward and shuddered with the emission of moisture from
my pussy.

When the dance ended I could almost feel the other women
getting set to rush across the floor to ask her to dance
with them. One of my friends was the first, simply
because she was closest, and they swept out onto the
floor but I was finding it difficult to remain seated,
jealousy was really showing itself off. LeAnn must have
noticed my distress because as they danced close to me
she blew me a kiss. It didn't go unnoticed by the other
ladies at our table and I heard someone say `fucking
lucky bitch, if she blew kisses at me like that I'd fuck
her on the spot". Frankly, that's what I would have liked
to do, she looked, if anything, even sexier dancing with
someone else rather than with me. That could have been
because I could get a better look at her overall.

During the course of the evening she danced with just
about every woman in the room, I rarely got a chance
until the interval when she asked me to show her to the
toilets. There were toilets in the club but there were
overflow toilets in the garden. I didn't mean that in a
rude way, by overflow I meant to cater for the large
number of women there. She chose to use the overflow
toilets rather than those inside and as we walked across
the car park to where the toilets were situated she
stopped me and kissed me. I thought I was going to
explode, I'd never been kissed like that before, the kiss
was gentle, sweet, persuasive, horny, sexy and
incredible, how many words can I use here, let's just say
sufficient to indicate that I was having a tremble that
started from just below my tits and shot down my body to
my pussy and on to my toes. I'm sure they curled up
inside my shoes. I couldn't wait to get her inside one of
those cubicles but she had a pee or both of us had a pee
and then she leaned up against one of the trees in the
garden and pointed to the ground. I was a bit bemused by
her actions until she put her hands on my shoulders and
gave me a little push. As I sank to my knees she gave me
a smile and lifted her dress to show me her bare pussy,
she'd removed her panties when she'd peed, which seemed
to open before my eyes. I seemed to have no control over
my tongue it was almost like a penis with an erection, it
was pointing straight towards her pussy as stiff as a
board.

She was making little encouraging sounds with her mouth
as I went down on her pussy and just tasting the juice on
her lips was heaven. I wasn't sure if it was pee residue
or perhaps some other pussy fluid that she'd made but
what ever it was it tasted lovely and I wanted more from
her. As I made my way from the lower end of her pussy to
the top I could feel such a lovely sensation inside me.
Perhaps it was her pussy that had this capability to
arouse feelings deep inside me. I didn't restrict my
actions only to licking her I had this mad desire to kiss
her pussy as though I was kissing her lips. The thought
crossed my mind that maybe I should ask her to wear
lipstick there in future. But, that was jumping to
conclusions, perhaps there wouldn't be a next time, if
there was it would all depend on my either successful
attack on her pussy today but if I wasn't successful then
my chances were nil.

The taste of her pussy was changing, now there was
another taste coming from deep down inside her. I ceased
kissing the lips and my tongue was now as deep inside her
as I could reach and yes, I felt that first little tremor
from her that possibly indicated my level of success.
Thrusting her pussy at me I was trying to drink `cum"
from her but frankly it was more like a cream than just
plain fluid, it was very tasty and I couldn't help but
think that it would have been lovely on tinned fruit. My
little giggles must have puzzled her because she asked me
what I was giggling about but until I'd removed all the
cream from around her pussy I had other things to occupy
my mouth with.

Eventually, I'd drunk it all or at least spread it out on
her lower body or upper thighs and when she thought that
I was finished she indicated to me that I should stand
up. She pulled me into her and said in such a low voice
that I barely heard her, you did a good job there
sweetheart, you can certainly do it again but next time
we do it in a civilised place not in the great outdoors.

As she held me I could feel my heart beating, my first
time with someone like LeAnn and she had really given me
something to think about. When she'd said about the next
time I nearly had another "cum" for her thinking wow this
is not the last time, I must have been reasonably
successful. We wandered back to the club where she was
immediately taken by some other woman for a dance but I
was in cloud cuckoo land, I didn't immediately realise
she'd gone, wow, does this happen every time I'm going to
be with her (you can see I'm hoping) if so perhaps I'd
better get my heart checked. I wouldn't want heart
failure while I was doing it. As she danced by, with a
different woman this time, she gave me a devastating
smile and blew me a kiss and silly me I damned near
collapsed again.

At the end of the evening there was multiple sexual
sessions going on all around the room and my thoughts
turned immediately to where the female security guards
were, was one of them in the ladies with LeAnn, I
couldn't bear to think about her being with some other
woman now, not after I'd given her all my attention when
I sucked her pussy to a creaming finale, not a screaming
finale.

Eventually I spotted her with one of my friends so I
rushed across to her before someone else got a hold of
her but as I neared her she held out her hand to me and
would you believe that throbbing in my cunt started all
over again. As she took my hand she pulled me towards her
and kissed me. There was a general air of jealousy in the
immediate vicinity, probably all wondering what I had to
offer this gorgeous woman that they hadn't. I really had
no idea why but there was no reason why I should care, if
she wanted me she could have me.

Rather than go home with the other ladies she took me to
the dressing room and we watched each other as we changed
our clothes, we also gazed around at the other women too
and while some of them were nice to very nice, there was
not a one that could even hold a candle to LeAnn.

She drove us home to her place and when we got there she
took off all my clothes, I'm not used to being naked in
front of a woman like LeAnn so I blushed but she covered
my blushes with kisses as she helped me down to the floor
to take her pussy in my mouth again. I opened my mouth
just as far as I could, some of my friends tell me I have
a big mouth, and just about covered her entire pussy.
Rather than being gentle this time I sucked as hard as I
could and I swear I could feel her insides moving towards
the entrance to her pussy and closer to my mouth. The
result? Fuck, what seemed like gallons of creamy, thick,
delicious "stuff" waving goodbye to her pussy and hello
to my open mouth and welcoming throat.

I really hadn't finished with her and I stayed where I
was and the second time I kissed her pussy it was as if I
was kissing her mouth. My lips were soft and gentle and
they moved across and up and down her pussy opening
almost as though I was kissing her mouth and when I did
enter her cavity it was still with gentleness and love.
Her love tunnel was moist, perhaps with the remains from
the first time around but I was determined that she
should remember me. I lightened the pressure of my tongue
still further and that was the time when she held my head
and pulled it closer to her pussy.
Quite clearly, I wasn't giving her enough pressure now
and this pulling me to her could perhaps her realisation
that as young as I am, when it comes to oral sex, I know
what I'm doing. She didn't cum as quickly this time and
that was what I wanted, I wanted it to last for sometime
and every time I thought I felt her give a little tremor
I'd lighten the pressure again. However, I couldn't
torment her any more and I quickened the pace until there
was that surge from deep inside her that announced to me,
even better then words could, oh fuck, here it comes.

I'm afraid that's all I remember of the earlier part of
that night, I thought how wonderful she is and how nice
it had been that she'd let me do `things" to her. Before
we'd slept she'd done things to me too and that included
putting a dildo, fortunately only a small soft rubber
type one, in my pussy and fucked me, if not silly then
almost to the brink of it. I recall her saying as she
held me as I went to sleep it will be my favourite next
time but I didn't know what her favourite was.

When we woke the next morning I was naked still, my pussy
was wet perhaps still from last night. It had to be that
because I'd slept like a log. When I woke I saw the "big
fella" lay on the bed and I could not believe that she
expected to give him to me. Fortunately, seeing "him"
there at the side of me was only an introduction to him.
I was to become more familiar with him at another time
and depending on how I felt about him that could be
another story. This however is the story of how LeAnn and
I fell in love.