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Our author confesses her own lesbian experience.
I looked at him again.
He kissed my temple, then pulled away and looked at me. I could see him thinking, wanting. He looked in my eyes and towards my lips. He came closer and then I was kissing him: my pussy-scented hand on his neck, pulling him toward me. He grabbed for my body, our mouths opening, our tongues licking each other. I pulled his tongue into my mouth and sucked. He moaned and nibbled on my bottom lip. I whimpered. He pulled away. Confused I began to question him.
"Sarah...don't move. I will be right back, I promise.
With that he stood up, surveyed my sweat-covered body, leaned down, kissed me, and left the room. I could hear him running down the stairs and opening the front door. I heard it slam shut. I closed my eyes and wondered what I had just gotten myself into.
When he first left, I found myself giggling, covering my face with my hands and wondering what had just happened. I had cum with a gorgeous man who literally just walked into my room, lay down on the bed and agreed to pleasure me. This didn't happen to real people. And if it did, it never included their friend's gorgeous friends. That was the most incredible part. Cory really was incredibly attractive. He had known Eliza from some volunteer program that they'd done together in college and I had known him by association for years. Of course I had noticed him: he was too hot to overlook. But I never thought he would look back at me.
I continued to lie on my big bed as my afterglow began to wane. I looked around the room and realized that I was alone. I listened for someone in the house, but there was no one there. Perhaps Cory hadn't really noticed me after all. Perhaps he has simply walked in on the situation and just could not stop himself from touching a sexually frustrated, naked woman. Perhaps he left in such a hurry to go home and take care of himself or, worse, to pick up someone else, take her home, and fuck her until his own release.
I was inundated with all of these horrible thoughts when I heard the front door slam open, then shut, and someone running up the stairs. In the next moment Cory was standing in the doorway without a shirt on, holding a bottle of lube in one hand and a large box of condoms in the other. It really was a spectacular sight. I laughed.
"What are you doing?"
"I figured we'd need condoms and lube, so I went out and bought some."
He threw them down onto the bed.
"Did you go all the way to the store without a shirt on?"
He toed off his shoes.
"Nope, I took it off when I got inside. It's somewhere in your kitchen. I just thought we could make this nudity a team effort."
He unbuttoned his pants and began to slide them down his legs.
"Cory, are you a nudist?"
Off came the pants and socks.
"In this weather I am."
He pulled down his boxers and jumped onto the bed next to me. I laughed again.
"Oh my god. What are we doing?"
"Well...I am going to do this."
With that he grabbed my face and kissed me. It started as a playful kiss; first a peck and then another, but then it transformed into a deeper kiss, involving lips, tongues and something more. He kissed me intensely and I almost forgot that I had intended to question him; I was rapidly getting wet. When my last string of resolve was about to be broken, I pulled away.
"Cory, really, what is this?"
"Why are you questioning it?"
"Because...because I don't know what to make of it?"
"What is there to make? Did we not just do something incredibly hot? You are obviously attracted to me and I have always been attracted to you. Why ruin it?"
Good point. Ok, I guess I could let go of all of those little hold-ups that I have: the ones that are so numerous and unnecessary that they have often kept me from really good sex in the past. Ok, simple case of mutual attraction, simultaneous nudity and genuine lust. I could do this and, furthermore, I would do this. And then something occurred to me.
"Is it just that you like to watch?"
"Oh I love to watch, but that's not all of it.