Dear Jessica (Jane's First)

As she drew me to her I put my hands around her waist and moved them down to cup her buttocks. Just the way they felt made me gasp. So sweetly rounded, so soft and yet so firm, and the way the muscles clenched as my palms settled lightly on them and my greedy fingers stretched to grasp handfuls of her flesh made me shudder with sheer lust and delight.

Her eyes closed as she bent her face to mine. I could smell the toothpaste on her breath and then her lips were against my own, gently nuzzling me and making little nibbling noises as she snatched tiny teasing kisses, provoking me with her tongue and open mouth and then drawing away as I tried to get to grips with her. After a moment or two of this, I moved my hands slowly, very slowly, never abandoning contact with her lovely skin, up from her ass, up her back, and clasped them in her hair, behind her neck, to hold her head still as I clamped my mouth to hers, thrusting my tongue between her teeth, pressing my lips against hers so hard it almost hurt, breathing heavily through my nose and grinding my body against hers as our mouths locked together in a long kiss that went on and on for long minutes, growing in intensity the longer it went on. When I finally came up for air my head was literally spinning.

"Oh, baby," Penny groaned, and kissed me again. As our tongues met once more she brought up her right hand to caress my left breast, her fingers spreadeagled over it and her palm rubbing my nipple, which by now was sticking out in a way I was sure it never had before. I felt the sheer pleasure and excitement of it welling up inside me and for a moment felt unsteady on my feet. Sensing it, Penny let her weight go with mine so that we subsided on to the bed together, legs tangled up as we lay there side by side, our bodies pressed together as tenderly we explored each other's mouths, one of her hands around my back, the other working its magic on my bosom.

Breaking the kiss, she smiled softly at me. "I want to kiss you all over," she said softly, and bent her head to the engorged nipple she had been playing with. She took it between her finger and thumb and bowed her head to engulf it in her mouth, circling its stiffness with her tongue, brushing it with her lips, blowing cold air on it to make it harder still, and then taking it between her teeth and stopping just a millimeter short of the point where her bites would have become painful. My fingers gripped her hair, tighter, tighter, as her knowing mouth and fingers racked up my excitement inch by steady inch.

One of her hands stole slowly down to tickle my stomach, fingertips moving in lazy circles over my eager flesh that was all goosebumps with longing, and then, barely touching me, moved until it made the merest contact with the hair on my pubis. It felt like an electric shock. I lay there, my chest heaving with the effort to breathe something like normally, as her fingertips roamed through my crinkly hairs and sought out my vagina. Sensing her urgency, I rolled over on to my back and spread my legs wide, keeping them bent at the knee. Penny carried on pleasuring my breasts, moving the attention of her skilful mouth from one to the other, and gently slid her fingers up and down the inside of my thigh, slowly, maddeningly slowly, each time coming at the top of her stroke just that fraction closer to my pulsating vulva. I felt almost sick with excitement.

"How would you like me to eat you?" she asked. "Would you like that?"

Biting my lip, I nodded frenziedly.

"Would you like me to bury my face between your legs and lick you and suck you and stick my tongue up inside you as far as it will go and gulp you down like honey?

"Oh yes, oh yes," I moaned. "Please, Penny, do it to me! Make me come like nobody's ever made me come before!"

Even as I said these words, I could hardly believe it was me saying them. But when I opened my eyes I could see in the artfully-adjusted (or was it just a coincidence?) mirror on the dressing-table exactly what was going on. There I lay, on my back, legs akimbo, with raven-haired Penny kneeling over me, my breast in her mouth, hers crushed against my body, her arm moving up and down between my thighs, her hand invisible as it went about its loving work. Even as I watched, her head moved downwards, lips tracing the curve of my stomach, hair brushing against my skin, until I felt her nose touch my pubics and then continue its journey. She stopped moving and inhaled deeply.

"Oh my God," she gasped. "You smell fabulous."

I felt her tongue travel the length of my pussy, right from my clitoris to its very back, stiff and erect, quivering against my slippery flesh.

"Mmm," she smacked her lips. "You taste fabulous, too. Want a try?"

Without waiting for an answer she brought her mouth down on mine, smothering me in a taste I knew well, coating my lips and tongue with my own juices and then kissing them away.

"Isn't that good?" she asked playfully. "I want more of that."

"I want you, too," I said, looking into her smiling eyes.

"All in good time. You first. Let's both concentrate on that."

And so we did. Penny's expert fingers and mouth played over my sex, fluffing out and caressing my bush, teasing and tugging my clitoris, rubbing it till I felt it would burst, spreading my labia like the petals of a flower and penetrating deep inside me with her tongue, and lapping my flooding juices as my orgasm grew inside me and I ground myself against her face. Hands clamped on my clenched and thrusting buttocks, Penny lashed my tingling cunt furiously with her tongue, her nose grinding against my clitoris, struggling for breath as my greedy pelvis tried to swallow her whole, until I felt myself coming, coming, coming, the orgasm overwhelming me like an avalanche of ecstasy, washing over Penny, over me, over the whole world and then ebbing away in a series of long-drawn-out aftershocks into perfect tranquillity.

"That was quite a noise you made," she smiled from between my thighs, her face shiny with my fluids.

"That was quite an experience," I answered weakly, extricating my hands from her hair, now damp and knotted from the grip I'd had it in. "I've never had an orgasm like that in my life."

"Good," Penny said, and brought her face up to just under my chin. I could smell myself on her. For a while we just lay there like that, me tracing fingertip doodles on her back, her on my chest, swapping idle nothings and pausing now and again to plant gentle kisses on each other's lips. When I raised my head I could see her ripe body trailing away down the bed, the two hemispheres of her ass tapering into her long legs. Looking at her like that filled me with a sense of longing to do for her what she'd done for me. I eased myself out from underneath her and straddled her as she lay face down, arms crossed above her head and a smile on her lips.

"What are you doing, Jane?" she murmured.

"I'm going to give you a massage."

I began working on her neck and shoulders, flexing the flesh with the tips of my fingers, then moved down her spine, using my thumbs to stretch the skin away from her vertebrae, counting them off till I reached the small of her back, where it narrowed to her waist. I had to change position at that point. I clambered off her and knelt to one side, but Penny spread her legs and I moved between them. I found the contrast between the slenderness of her waist and the swell of her hips incredibly exciting. Her buttocks were so full, so round; they filled my hands as I kneaded them, thumbs rotating upwards from the crease where they met her thighs to caress them. Penny made little animal noises and stirred her pelvis lazily as my hands played on her. When I thought she might be getting bored with this, I took the fingernail of my index finger and lightly drew it down her cleft. Penny moaned louder this time.

"Don't you like that?" I asked.

"No, I love it," she said. "Do it some more."

So I did. With the palms and outspread fingers of both hands I spread the cheeks of her ass. The skin there was reddish-brown and totally hairless. I ran my thumbs up and down, up and down, till they brushed against her puckered anus at the end of every stroke. Her breath was coming in gasps now, giving way to a sharp intake of breath as at the end of one stroke I didn't stop and move my thumbs back up but carried on and slid my hand between her legs and up to her abdomen, raising it and flipping her over on to her back, legs spread and her sex open and ready for me.

"Your cunt is fantastic," I said, running my fingers through its dense carpet of hair. Their questing tips opened up her crinkled pinkish-purple lips like an anemone, revealing the stubby button of her clitoris and the glistening wetness inside her. I explored her at leisure, caressing and discovering her secret places, allowing her juices to drench my hand and teasing her by moving it away when she started to sigh and thrust insistently against me. Again I ran my index finger down the cleft between the halves of her lovely ass.

"Yes, yes," she gasped when it reached her anus once more.

"Here?" I asked, pressing gently.

"Oh, yes," she said, pushing down and clenching her buttocks as my finger, slick with her juices, slid into the tight hole. I plunged the thumb of the same hand into her vulva, where I could feel my index finger against it through the thin wall of separating flesh, and at the same time brought down my mouth on her clitoris. What a scent she had, what a taste, like an injection of pure lust into the very heart of me. I took a deep breath, filling my senses with the essence of her, and then fell to licking and sucking on it as I rotated my finger and thumb against one another and against Penny's eager flesh. I was dimly aware of her thrashing from side to side, of her thighs clamped like the jaws of a vice around my neck, and of her sobbing and howling my name out loud as her own climax seized her, back arched and every muscle in her body tense with the strength of her feeling. She came lavishly, her viscous juices flooding my mouth and nostrils till I was almost unable to breathe, and then, with a great shudder, relaxed and lay still, only her heaving stomach showing her excitement. I freed my hand from where it had been and lay between her legs, hands lying still on her pelvic bones and my nose in her bush, inhaling the heady smell of fresh sex.

"Come here," she said after we'd been lying like that for a while.

"I am here," I answered, kissing the inside of her thigh.

"No, here here, stupid," she said, patting the pillow beside her head.

I went.

"That was beautiful," she said. "You're quite a lover if that really was your first time."

"I just did the sort of things I like having done. It's just kind of natural, I suppose."

"Yes, it is, isn't it?" she said, and smiled, no doubt remembering what I'd said in the café the first time we'd met. We laughed.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked, eyes on mine.

"Silly question. It was unbelievable, Penny."

"You're not just saying that?"

"No way."

I wasn't, either. She held out her arms to me and I climbed between them. Urgency gone, we lay there, gently kissing and touching each other, drowsy now after our exertions. After a while Penny pulled the cover up over us. As I heard her breathing slow down and become more rhythmic and I felt sleep creeping up on me, I was sure that I could smell burning bridges once more.

Well, Jessica, that's the story of how I first got together with another woman. You say that you and Monika only lasted three days; well, Penny and I were actually together, off and on, for over two years. It was a lovely relationship, full of fun and laughs and, of course, sex, the way they ought to be, but we never lived together or anything like that, and we weren't exactly monogamous either. She was pretty much a full-time, though very non-scene, lesbian and during the time I knew her never showed any interest in guys, but there were other women, at least one I knew about and maybe more besides. I've always liked men as well as women, so I had a thing on the go with a bloke as well for most of that time, but neither of us was what you'd call the possessive type and so it worked out pretty well. Maybe I'll tell you more about it some other time. I hope you liked this story and I'm looking forward to the next installment from you. I wonder what it'll be?

Love,

Jane