Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Reluctant Confession (FF, M, lesbian)
Date: 25 Oct 1995 00:07:58 GMT

		   A Somewhat Reluctant Confession
				  by
				M. Bee

	When it comes to sex, I've always perceived myself as very
open, sophisticated, adventurous, erotic and fairly aggressive, in a
lady-like way. I have a very healthy sexual appetite and usually find
a way of getting what I want when I want it. And what I wanted,
several months ago, was Eric, an English professor who joined our
department at the beginning of the Fall term.

	The first time I met Eric, at our weekly staff meeting, I was
immediately taken not only by his obvious intelligence, but by his
quick wit and easy, self-effacing humor. The fact that he was
extremely handsome, very tall and muscular with a lean, athletic kind
of build was certainly a bonus, but the fact that he was black somehow
made him even more appealing.

	Under the guise of explaining our unusual curriculum to him, I
invited him to dinner at my home the following Saturday night and he
happily accepted. I couldn't wait for the weekend and literally
counted the hours waiting to get that black stud in bed with me.

	Saturday night finally arrived and after showering and
preening for two hours, I carefully selected my wardrobe to best show
off my figure without appearing too obvious. Since I have very large,
firm breasts with very prominent nipples, I decided on a silk beige
blouse and matching high-slit wraparound linen skirt. I almost always
go braless and the blouse, although not a see-through, was very clingy
and revealing and the smooth silk fabric constantly brushing against
my nipples always kept them wonderfully excited. I also decided on a
very sexy lace garterbelt, sheer stockings and my highest, sexiest
black heels. Obviously swept up in one of those moods, I thought,
"What the hell," and at the last minute decided to remove my French
cut lace panties. Checking myself out in the full length mirror, I
knew that if this outfit didn't do it, nothing would.

	The doorbell rang, I quickly checked my hair and makeup one
last time in the mirror and raced to answer it. The moment I opened
the door, my bubble instantly burst. It was Eric, casually dressed in
a sexy linen jacket, open shirt and incredibly tight designer jeans,
looking better in person than he did in my fantasies. But, to my
surprise and consternation, he was not alone. With him was a very
pretty, young, petite Caucasian woman whom he introduced as Karen. His
wife.

	After my initial shock, and doing my best to mask my
disappointment, I graciously invited them in. We chatted amicably and
I took their drink orders, retreating quickly to the privacy of my
kitchen where I finally allowed myself to quietly vent my
exasperation. A few seconds later, Karen came in, offering to help.
Painting on a smile, I showed her where the hors d'oeuvres were and
she moved down the counter to get the tray while I got our drinks.

	As Karen gathered the tray and napkins, she looked at me
curiously, smiled, and, somewhat embarrassed, said, "Eric didn't tell
me you were so beautiful."

	Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. I returned her smile and
what I wanted to say was `Eric didn't tell me he was married', but
instead, I accepted the complement and returned one. She was really a
delightful, bubbly young woman and although I was now resigned to
sleeping with my trusty vibrator that night, I realized that at the
very least the dinner and conversation would not be a total loss.

	Between the three of us, we drained two bottles of wine before
dinner and were becoming more than a little giddy. As I opened and
poured the third bottle of wine, I suddenly realized that every time I
bent over, both Eric and Karen got more than an eyeful of my sizable
breasts swaying beneath my blouse. It may have been the wine or even
an unconscious act of revenge, but even after I realized it, I
continued to flaunt my tits for Eric. And I was enjoying it
immensely.

	The evening actually progressed very nicely. Karen, I learned
was as intelligent and as witty as Eric and not quite as young as I
imagined. She had beautiful long blonde hair done up in a French braid
and was, I couldn't help admitting, an extremely attractive woman. She
was also warm, gracious, open and spontaneous - easy to know and even
easier to like. By the end of dinner we were talking like old friends
and truly enjoying one another's company.

	After dinner, when I returned to the living room with our
Brandies, Eric and Karen were standing at the bookcase thumbing
through one of my books of erotic photographs. The particular book
they had found was a volume of beautiful color plates of women loving
women. Although I am not remotely a lesbian, or even bisexual, I've
always found those photographs to be extremely erotic. And from the
bulge in Eric's tight jeans, he must have thought so, too.

	"I like your taste in... literature," Eric grinned as I handed
him his drink.

	I'm sure I blushed as I stammered, "It's research for a course
in American Eroticism I was thinking of teaching." And I took a big
gulp of my Brandy.

	"Anything you say, Mickey," Eric chuckled and they moved over
to the sofa with the volume.

	It was immediately obvious to me that the pictures didn't faze
Karen in the least. Sitting there, Eric turned the pages slowly and
they casually exchanged comments about the women in the photographs.
Without thinking, I drifted over to the sofa, sat down next to Karen
and looked at the pictures with them.

	Eric flipped another page and Karen suddenly put her hand on
his to stop him. She studied the photograph and exclaimed, "God, Eric,
look at her breasts, they're gorgeous." He nodded his agreement and
Karen turned to me and said, "Some women are so lucky to have such
nice tits. I'm so damn small on top."

	"I always tell you, honey, it's quality, not quantity," Eric
laughed. "Isn't that right, Mickey?"

	"Not when you can have both," I replied too smartly.

	"See," Karen admonished Eric, "Mickey's right. And look at
her, doesn't she have the most fabulous figure?"

	"Yep," Eric agreed, looking directly at me, "how could anyone
not notice that body."

	"If I had breasts like yours, Mick," Karen continued, "I'd
never hide them. I'd probably go topless to the supermarket."

	"I never tried that," I laughed, "but it would sure be hell
around the frozen foods, wouldn't it?"

	"Not to mention the old ladies who like to squeeze the
melons," Eric added with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

	We all laughed at the image I suddenly realized that the
lascivious direction the conversation was taking was actually turning
me on. Eric turned another page in the book and reflexively, Karen and
I both leaned over to get a better look at the photo. It was a
beautiful photograph of two nude women lying face to face on a satin
sheet, looking into each other's eyes, tentatively touching the
other's nipple.

	"God," Karen whispered, "this is really turning me on."

	"You, too?" I giggled selfconsciously.

	"Yeah. I've never done anything like that. Have you?"

	"No," I said, shaking my head.

	And then Eric looked at both us with a sly smile forming on
his lips and said, "Mickey, do you have a Polaroid camera?"

	More than surprised, shocked, really, Karen and I glanced at
each other knowing exactly what Eric had in mind and we both
simultaneously seemed to shrug `why not?'. I took another healthy sip
of Brandy, and smiling sheepishly, replied, "No, but I do have a video
camera."

	It all seemed to happen so quickly and easily. We moved into
the bedroom and, giggling like nervous teenagers, we set up the camera
and tripod and jury-rigged some lights. As Eric finished setting up, I
went back to the kitchen for yet another bottle of wine. Alone in the
kitchen, I desperately tried to collect my thoughts and composure, but
I was so excited and aroused, I felt I was moving in a daze.

	Shaking, I returned to the bedroom, ready for anything. Eric
had taken off his jacket and was finishing adjusting the camera while
Karen turned down the quilt on my kingsize brass bed. In anticipation
of my night alone with Eric, I had changed the bedclothes into my
sexiest satin sheets and pillowcases.

	Throwing both our feminist politics and our caution to the
wind, Karen and I agreed that Eric would be the "director" and we
would be his willing "porn stars", obeying his every "creative" whim.
And Eric wasted no time exercising his authority as he ordered us on
to the middle of the bed. Karen and I nervously but dutifully complied
and sat there, giggling with more than a little nervous embarrassment,
as Eric focused the camera.

	He had turned the television toward the bed and, like a TV
monitor, I was able to watch us come into focus as Eric zoomed in and
out trying to get just the right framing. Karen and I both mugged
playfully for the camera, until Eric, taking charge, said, "Okay,
ladies, show time. Let's start with a kiss."

	This was it. My mouth went dry and I could hear my pulse
pounding in my ears. Neither Karen nor I were sure how to proceed and
we just looked at each other, hesitating.

	"Oh, come on," Eric chided us, "how tough can it be to kiss?
You've both done it before."

	He was right. How difficult could it be? And Karen's sexy,
pouty mouth was certainly eminently kissable. So, swallowing hard, I
leaned into her and slowly brushed my lips across hers. In that
moment, I learned two crucial things about myself. First, I was not as
sexually liberated as I thought I was, and second, the thought of
actually making love to this beautiful, gentle, young woman while her
incredibly sexy husband photographed us made my head spin and my heart
pound in excitement. And then Eric's voice invaded my thoughts.

	He had stopped the camera and was looking at us, shaking his
head with a smirk on his face. "You call that a kiss? C'mon, Kar, I've
seen you kiss Bogie with more passion than that."

	"Who's Bogie," I asked curiously?

	"She... she's our cat," Karen giggled.

	Eric and I both laughed and he said, "See... what's the
difference? Kissing a pussy is kissing a pussy, isn't it?"

	Karen laughed, too, and blushed, averting her eyes from mine.
Still laughing nervously myself, I put my hand on her shoulder,
reassuring her as Eric went back to the camera and rewound it.

	"Okay ladies," Eric shouted with mock authority, "once more,
from the top, this time with feeling."

	I smiled at Karen and whispered, "Do you want to?"

	She smiled back, nervously, and nodded. I could tell from her
look and from breathing that she wanted to as much as I did so,
assuming a more aggressive role, with my hand still on her shoulder I
leaned in and kissed her again, allowing my lips to linger a little
longer and harder on hers than before. We both closed our eyes and
savored the moment.

	I had never sexually kissed another woman before and now
nearly cursed myself for not doing it earlier. Karen's lips were so
incredibly soft, so totally unlike kissing a man. I couldn't believe
how exciting and arousing it was. Reluctant to break the spell, I
slowly and sensually moved my lips back and forth across Karen's,
feeling the softness of her mouth as she kissed me back.

	"That's it, that's right," Eric encouraged us, "kiss her,
baby, turn her on."

	It was good to hear Eric's voice, reminding me of his
omniscient presence, but neither Karen nor I really needed much more
encouragement. Growing more excited, our mouths opened simultaneously
as we tentatively, hesitantly sought each others tongues. As we slowly
and tenderly explored each other's mouth, Eric continued offering
encouragement, but his words and his voice just seemed to fade in the
distance as I began losing myself in Karen's heavenly mouth. My
nipples stiffened precipitously and I could feel the familiar tingle
of my juices welling up deep, deep within my womb and begin to flow
like icyhot lava down the walls of my tunnel. I didn't want this to
end and prayed that Karen felt the same way. Then, as I drew her warm,
wet tongue deep into my mouth and sucked it, I heard her whimper
faintly and I knew, I knew she wanted it as desperately as I did.

	After what seemed a lifetime, we finally tore our lips apart
and just looked at each other somewhat astonished. Her lips were
glistening with my saliva as I'm sure mine were from hers. And then we
just laughed and hugged each other, turning our faces to Eric for his
approval.

	"How was that?" I finally gushed, trying to catch my breath?

	"Not bad, not bad, uh, let's try it again from another angle."
Eric was so turned on, he could barely speak. The bulge in his jeans
had grown perceptibly and it was impossible for him to conceal it. But
comfort triumphed over embarrassment and he finally just shrugged and
laughed and reached down to his groin to rearrange the position of his
cock. And then, trying to act casually, said, "Okay, ladies, come on,
where were we?"

	"In heaven," I responded.

	"Then shall we return?"

	"Yes, let's," I whispered, more to Karen than Eric, and I
turned to kiss her again.

	The ice had been broken with our first kiss and this time we
just melted into each other's mouth. Our tongues quickly began their
urgent dance again and this time Karen sucked mine into her hot mouth.
Our passions grew quickly and in a matter of seconds, Karen was
whimpering again, trying to draw more and more of my tongue into her
hungry mouth.

	"Yeah, right, beautiful," Eric whispered, "okay, Karen, put
your hand on Mickey's tit."

	Still kissing passionately, Karen hesitated and then slowly
reached up with her free hand and barely laid the palm of her hand
against the side of my breast with her fingers nearly touching my
back. I could feel the warmth and moisture of her hand through my
flimsy silk blouse and I loved the softness of her touch. Wanting
more, I turned my body against her hand, filling it with the fullness
of my breast. Karen whimpered again and just held it lightly.

	"Christ," Eric exclaimed. There was no doubt he was as excited
as we were. "Okay, now squeeze it, baby, go ahead, squeeze it."

	And Karen did. Lightly, gently, wonderfully. I moaned softly,
deep into her mouth, and she squeezed my tit harder. I laid my hand on
top of hers, guiding it up to my pounding nipple and we caressed it
together. But it was not enough. I reached up, pulled my blouse open
and exposed my naked breast to her touch and Karen's fingers glided
over it as if she was polishing a fragile, cherished possession.

	My desire for Karen became overwhelming. Whatever women did to
other women, I wanted. I wanted to feel her body next to mine, holding
me, squeezing me, becoming part of me. Reluctantly, I broke our kiss,
smiling as Karen's lips hungrily sought to recapture mine and she
groaned a childlike groan of disappointment. She had a glazed, angelic
expression on her face and could barely catch her breath. I'm sure I
was the same.

	"I want to make love to you," I breathed and began unbuttoning
the last few buttons of my blouse.

	Karen nodded, unable to speak or catch her breath, and removed
her hand from my breast. As I pulled my blouse off and untied the belt
of my skirt, we kept searching each other's eyes, ignoring Eric, who,
at this point was strangely silent. With my blouse off and my opened
skirt barely draped over my stockingtops, I reached for Karen's
sweater. Without a word, she raised her arms and allowed me to pull it
up over her head in one motion.

	Karen's breasts, although much smaller than mine, were
exquisitely shaped and very firm. Her nipples, which were as hard as
rosy red marbles, pointed upwards from the upper slope of her breasts
rather than the tips. "They're beautiful," I whispered to her, drawing
my fingertips down her chest to her stiff, white tipped nipples and
guided my fingers around the puffy, burgundy red circles of her
swollen areoles.

	"Pinch them, Mickey," Eric suddenly sputtered, focusing the
camera into a closeup of Karen's nipples that filled the TV screen,
"pinch `em, she loves that."

	Following Eric's instructions, I cupped Karen's lovely tits in
my hands and slid my thumbs and forefingers up to her nipples,
capturing them and squeezing them gently. Karen shut her eyes and
groaned loudly and I leaned in to kiss them. Karen whimpered as I
kissed first her left nipple and then her right, noticing how truly
sensitive they were.

	A few moments later, I relinquished her nipples and let my
fingers drift further down her taut body to the waistband of her
jeans, unbuttoned it and struggled to get the zipper down. But because
we were still sitting in the middle of the bed, getting it down
gracefully was absolutely impossible and we both laughed nervously.

	Karen smiled and whispered, "Let me do it." And scrutinizing
my eyes, she got up and stood on the bed next to me and teasingly
unzipped her fly. "Now try it."

	Grasping the waistband, I wriggled the tight jeans over her
hips and slid them down her slender legs. As I did, her tiny sheer
white bikini panties slid partially down her hips too, unintentionally
exposing a fringe of pubic hair. Karen's first instinct was to grab
her panties, but then, after a moment's hesitation, instead of pulling
her panties back up, she subtly turned her body toward me and
sensuously slid them down her legs.

	Standing over me as she was, Karen's pussy was no more than
six inches from my eyes. And it was beautiful. Except for a small tuft
of wispy, baby fine blonde hair on top, her cunt was as hairless and
smooth as the day she was born. And I was fascinated by it, transfixed
by the sheer, floral beauty of her thick, pouty vaginal lips
glistening with her sweet, fragrant juices. I don't know what
possessed me, but I couldn't control myself. My hands went up behind
her and I caressed her small, firm ass. Then, suddenly, I pulled her
hips forward and slowly brushed my lips through her soft pubic patch.

	Even more surprised than I was, Karen lost her breath and
shuddered. She had to grasp my head to keep from falling, but rather
than move away, she thrust her hips forward, pushing her cunt harder
against my mouth and I brazenly kissed and nibbled her wet pussy,
inhaling her thick, rich, feminine aroma. It was my very first taste
of another woman's cunt. And I was hooked. Wanting so much more, I
withdrew my lips from hers, grabbed her hands and eased her back down
on the bed next to me. As I did, my untied skirt fell open, finally
exposing my flared, sopping pussy to Eric, Karen and the camera. But I
was too far gone to care.

	Unlike Karen's, my puss is blanketed with an inordinate tangle
of thick black pubic hair. When I was younger, I used to trim it into
a neat triangle, but so many lovers had told me how much they loved my
copious bush, I just let it grow naturally. And now, framed by my
lace garter belt and stocking tops, its effect was not lost on Eric
and Karen.

	When Eric saw it, he exclaimed, "Oh, shit," and nearly knocked
over the camera trying to focus in on it.

	Our passions momentarily diverted, we both got up on our
elbows and glanced over to Eric as he valiantly tried to rearrange his
massive prick trapped in his jeans. From the outline on his crotch, I
could only imagine the size of the monster he had hidden away and
wondered how petite little Karen could possibly accommodate him.

	As Karen lovingly caressed my tits, she glanced dewy-eyed at
her husband and smiled. "Honey," Karen breathed, "why don't you just
take them off. At this point I doubt Mickey would mind, would you?"

	"Hardly," I confirmed, barely looking at Eric as I
concentrated on the wonderful feeling of Karen's hands on my tits.

	"Bless you, lady," Eric exclaimed and in a flash, he pulled
off his shirt, unsnapped his jeans and pulled them off, literally
sighing with relief.

	When I finally looked back at Eric, I thought I had died and
gone to sex heaven. Eric had the most incredibly beautiful body I had
ever seen. His wide chest was tight and smooth and muscular and
tapered to his perfectly flat stomach and narrow waist. And he had a
great ass: high and round and tight. But what really took my breath
away was his cock. Under his jeans, Eric was wearing a skimpy black
nylon thong pouch that did little more than support his huge balls and
direct his stiff prick upwards. But his gorgeous, ebony pole was so
big, at least six or seven inches of it protruded straight up, out of
the pouch, practically reaching his naval.

	I literally gasped in astonishment. I tried not to stare, but
couldn't help myself. I had never, never in my life been this aroused.

	Karen caught me staring and it was her turn to smile slyly.
"Like you said before," she gloated between short, excited breaths,
"nothing beats quantity and quality." And then, teasing my incredibly
sensitive nipples between her fingers, she leaned into me and once
again we began kissing passionately.

	What followed for the next forty-five minutes was a complete
blur to me. If it wasn't for the video tape which I have watched
countless times, I couldn't possibly remember the details. But the joy
that ensued, the absolute ecstasy of it is still, to this day,
unforgettable.

	Completely ignoring Eric and the camera, Karen and I kissed
incessantly, hungrily, passionately and then just slowly and
sensuously melted into each other, groaning and whimpering; we were
both just this side of sobbing for joy. Our stiff, acutely sensitive
nipples met, rubbed each other and then our tits crushed together. Our
bodies glistened with silky perspiration as we squeezed each other,
rolling on the bed; our bellies touched, our legs intertwined, our
pubic bones began grinding together, our juices mingled, and still we
kissed. Our hands slid down one another's sweat dampened back and we
cupped and squeezed each other's ass. This was what love making was
intended to be.

	We stopped kissing only to catch our breath, but our bodies
stayed entwined, breast to breast, belly to belly, cunt to cunt.
Looking deep into each other's glazed eyes, we both knew how much we
wanted each other, but neither of us could verbalize it. So I made the
first move.

	Pulling away from Karen, I began kissing and nibbling and
licking my way down her beautiful body. Her hands left my ass and she
placed them gently on my head, guiding my descent. My mouth moved
savagely around her tits, licking, lapping, sucking. I found one of
her nipples and drew it deep into my mouth, flicking my tongue over
the tip, feeling the pounding pulse beat in her nipple with my lips.
Gently, I bit her nipple, but as my teeth cautiously sank into her
rigid bud, she moaned so loudly I thought I had hurt her, but then she
began gasping the words "Yes, yes, yes," over and over again. And I did
the same to her other nipple.

	With her hands still on my head, Karen pushed me lower. I
began squeezing and tugging her nipples between my fingers as I
trailed my tongue down her flat, salty stomach, stopping at her little
pubic tuft. But Karen's hands were insistent, pushing, urging my face
lower as she parted her thighs widely in anticipation. The sweet,
pungent aroma of her juices filled my nostrils, overwhelming me. For a
moment, I just stared at her beautiful cunt, watching her fragile,
inner lips opening like a blooming rose covered in dew. And I knew I
had to have her.

	Shifting my position, Karen raised her knees and I moved
between them, caressing her soft inner thighs with my hands. I parted
her legs even wider and slowly lowered my head between them. I then
slid my hands beneath her ass, raising her hips slightly, and covered
her pussy with my waiting, eager mouth. And as if it had a mind of its
own, my tongue slowly, tentatively invaded her burning hot, velvety
smooth slit. It was incredible. It was my first taste of pussy and I
savored every nuance of it.

	Closing my eyes, I slowly drew the tip of my tongue up her
labia and then all the way down to her little pink, puckered asshole.
Karen screamed. Her entire body shuddered. Her hands left my head and
slid beneath my mouth; she pried her lips apart and pushed her cunt
against my mouth urging me to move deeper into her.

	Imagining my tongue was some fantastic cock, I began screwing
her with it, rotating my mouth and tongue hard against her velvety
soft pussy as I burrowed deeper and deeper into her, grinding into her
tight, hot tunnel. I closed my mouth around her hole and began sucking
her sweet, slippery juices. Karen screamed again and I moaned in
empathy, knowing exactly what she was feeling. Her hands flew back and
she began thrashing wildly, her whole body bucking as she rotated her
hips harder and harder against my mouth.

	Karen was on the verge of cumming and I was never so
determined in my life to make a lover cum. Still lathering her sweet,
sensitive slit, I moved my hands up and slowly worked my middle finger
into her. My God was she tight, much tighter than I was. The hot,
dripping walls of Karen's tunnel seemed to grasp and hold my finger as
I rotated it deeper and deeper into her and her hips gyrated wildly
against it. Karen groaned loudly, animalistically, urging me on. Still
finger fucking her, my lips found her inflamed clit and I drew the
warm, slippery bud into my mouth. Furiously, I flicked my tongue over
it, back and forth, around and around; I was lost in a virtual feeding
frenzy.

	Each breath Karen drew became louder and more demanding. Her
thighs suddenly clamped so hard on my head my ears rang. Her hands
clawed and pulled my hair. And then, as if time stood still, Karen
drew in one long, loud, screaming breath and froze, her entire body
went rigid, waiting, waiting, waiting... and then she came, screaming,
groaning, whimpering, losing all of her breath at once. And then she
came again, crying, locking my head between her soft thighs.

	Completely drained, we both rested for a moment, trying as
best we could to breathe. Karen's drenched pussy was still so
sensitive, even the slightest movement of my head caused her entire
body to shudder and tremble. A few moment later, she parted her thighs
and I felt her hands on my head, pulling me up. I slid up her sweat
glistening body, folding myself into her waiting arms and kissing her
gently. Karen pulled away slightly and her tongue washed over my face
and lips as she licked her own juices from my flushed skin. Neither of
us could talk. It wasn't necessary.

	As we lay, body to body, pressed together in pools of
perspiration, I knew I never wanted this night to end. And then I felt
Eric's firm hand on my ass... and joyfully realized that the night was
just beginning. But that's another story...