I knelt in front of her and slowly, tentatively began to play with her pussy.I knelt in front of her and slowly, tentatively began to play with her pussy. It was definitely NOT the same as playing with mine! It turned me on even more than if I had my own hand burried between my legs. As I knelt there with two fingers playing with her clitoris, the aroma of her reached me and I almost fainted. Hardly believing I was doing it, I raised my hand, covered with the juice from her pussy, to my nose. The smell was stronger and even sexier than before. I couldn't stop my tongue from licking my fingers. The taste was musky and a little bit metalic - but definitely NOT unpleasant. I bent my head and began to lick. She moaned and slid down in the chair, her heavily-lidded eyes watching as my tongue traced the shape of her outer lips. As I stuck my tongue further out and up into her pussy, she began to press herself against my mouth and my face, covering my chin, lips and nose in her juices. I found her sweet clit with my tongue and began to lick - just as she had been licking me a few minutes before. In no time at all, she exploded. That was the beginning of a whole new life for me. Not that Paula and I began to sleep together regularly. Far from it! We have been friends so long that neither of us knows what to do with this new way of relating. Besides, we both LOVE men, and want regular relationships, so it's only happened once more in the last four weeks. But my imagination has been awakened. I was never much interested in fantasy. I thought that it was much better to be a doer than a dreamer. Well, that may still be true, but I've found that dreaming can be better than much of the doing I've had in the past. I began to tell myself stories - first about Paula and me, then about the two of us and a man (usually one of my old boyfriends). |