Could I be classed as bisexual?
Lying on the bed, I quietly whimpered as the final shudders of my orgasm subsided. A couple more gentle pulses escaped my pussy before I could catch my breath. The sex was incredible; we had done it twice, and the second time I had reached a mouthwatering climax that triggered an uncontrollable outburst of moans. Although young, I was still sexually inexperienced, and this was a rare occurrence in my life. With my face resting in the pillow, I watched as Mark slowly withdrew his penis from between my legs, spread apart and lifted, my small chest squashed into the bed, and my rounded backside protruding upward. A few globs of his seeddripped onto the white sheet when he pulledout. I was glad I was on the Pill.
Mark, pleased with his performance, believed I'd screamed loudly enough to indicate his success. So, he ran his fingers through my hair, leaned in to kiss my nape, and smiled.
"Nice one," he said. "Have to go now, Lisa. I'd be late for my class if I don't leave soon. Do you mind letting yourself out when you're done? I promised to see you later as planned. Okay?"
I confirmed, "Okay." I tried to go back to sleep, but my mind was too fired up from our passionate sex session.
A few minutes later, a door creak and footsteps alerted my senses. Fully dressed in her boyfriend's oversized T-shirt, the gorgeous blonde, Rachel, entered my room, a standout beauty with prominent breasts and a slender frame. We had fostered a strong friendship over the last several months.
In a daze, I watched her as the morning sunlight kissed my porcelain skin, producing a divine aura around my body's contours, visible even beneath the partially discarded blanket.
Her eyes scanned my uncovered body, stopping at the line of my delicate neck, then moving downwards to the side of one of my breasts. Her eyes followed the slender curve of my hips, leading her to my curvaceous backside, stretched out and elegant.
Feeling exposed, I pulled the blanketed over me, covering myself while pretending to be nonchalant.
She strolled toward my bed with a poised walk, her hair flowing gracefully over her shoulders and exposing the irresistible elegance of her form. Beneath the loose shirt, her breasts swung freely, emphasizing her natural curves. The shirt billowed as she moved, creating a sensual ode to her body with its gradual, captivating dance, emphasizing her overflowing sensuality.
Approaching the bed, Rachel stopped, and we stared at each other, our eyes gleaming with excitement and taboo promise. She climbed onto the bed silently and sat beside me. Our eyes locked, acknowledging the untapped realm we were about to venture into.
"Good morning, Lisa," she greeted me. "You look like you have a fantastic start to the day. I didn't need to ask as you mentioned how loud and lengthy your climax was," her voice was teasingly complimentary.
She whispered, teasing me with her fingertips, brushing away a lock of disheveled hair. She moved closer, grabbing my head and directing it towards her, so my face was almost touching hers. Her lips parted, her breath grazing my skin, and she sighed.
"I couldn't resist exploring the satisfaction you indulged and envied," she confessed softly, her voice full of desire and yearning. "Your release attracted me, so I needed to witness what you were experiencing first-hand."
The air was rife with tension; our eyes connected, acknowledging the new territory we were about to enter. Rachel's lips feathered against my skin, leaving a pleasing warmth, before she spoke. "I couldn't help imagining how awe-inspiring it must feel to be with you, to indulge in the tantalizing pleasure I heard."
"I wish Stephen had done that to me, but he never does and especially not this morning," Rachel whispered. In that instant, she was opening up about her secret desires. The confession held a hint of melancholy, like revealing an unfulfilled want, a yearning for a connection like the intense experience I'd just had. In a semi-conscious position, I flipped over to face up and sat up propped on the pillows.
My mind drifted back to a vivid memory - one that had been stuck in my thoughts since the night we went clubbing together a few weeks ago. It was a night of laughter, dancing, and hidden desires simmering just beneath the surface.
I remembered the pulsating music, the dimly lit dance floor, and how Rachel's presence turned me on. We got lost in the rhythm of the music, moving in sync, our bodies swaying to the enticing beat.
A magnetic pull existed between us throughout the busy club. It was a strong attraction, pulling us closer with each passing second. Her playful banter had moved beyond playful, led by Rachel, who hinted at her unfulfilled desires with her teasing looks and light touches.
After what seemed like ages, Rachel leaned in, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "I've always found you attractive, Lisa."
There was a rush of excitement and anxiety, a mix of temptation and self-restraint. Her words had awakened a long-buried attraction in me. The last time I'd resisted...
As the night at the club carried on, we ended up in a secluded corner, our significant others away getting more drinks. The loud music set the stage for our whispered confessions and glances stolen from each other. Rachel made the first move, leaning in closer, her fingers lightly tracing the contours of my face.
Her touch made chills go down my spine, her warmth seeping into me. In a moment of surrender, I let her pull me into a passionate kiss, our lips meeting in a wild tangle of desire and repressed longing.
I remembered the softness of her lips, the taste of anticipation on our tongues. With unbridled determination and passion, she also reached under my dress from behind and grabbed my bare bottom, pulling me close. Our breasts mashed together, and I felt my nipples harden and press against her soft, warm boobs. In her enthusiasm, she suddenly explored me, one hand feeling up one of my unencumbered breasts through my dress, the other brazenly grabbing my damp thong and touching me there. I welcomed Rachel's intrusion for a flash of time before I felt fear overtake me. I closed my thighs together like a barrier, and just like that, our brief tryst was over. It was a stolen moment - a sneak peek into a world where inhibitions faded away, and we explored the irresistible draw of each other. There'd been nothing like it between us since then...until now.
As my eyes adjusted to the morning light, I saw Rachel's gaze cast upon my face, before it drifted down and then, caught off guard, her eyes locked onto one of my small breasts with its long, inviting nipple. The sight caught her off guard, her eyes widening in a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
Noticing how exposed I was, I pulled the blanket more over me, a blush rising across my cheeks. I saw Rachel's reaction though, how her friend's eyes had sparkled with excitement and curiosity. The air between us had a mix of desire and embarrassment, a fragile balance of yearning and the need to keep an air of modesty.
"My feet are cold," Rachel said, breaking the silence that hung between us. She looked at me casually. "Could I put them under the cover with yours?"
I wrinkled my brows a little, then with a slight hesitation, answered weakly, "But I'm naked under here."
Rachel's lips curled into a mischievous smile, and with her eyes filled with excitement, she reassured me calmly, "That's okay, I don't mind, and every girl is naked underneath their clothes anyway" she said, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.
In an unexpected and daring move, seemingly designed to even the score, Rachel casually pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her naked body to me. This wasn't the purpose behind my disclosing my own undressed state. I gasped audibly as my eyes feasted on her bare skin, taking in her voluptuous breasts with their large pink areola and erect nipples. Their prominent display was placed directly in front of my face. Additionally, I found myself gazing down at her straw-colored bush, which peeked through the tangled hair to reveal what Mark referred to as "meaty" labial lips. My own, even when aroused, were significantly more delicate in comparison.
Without a moment's delay, the naked Rachel slithered under the covers beside me, her cold toes brushing lightly against my warm skin. I couldn't help but let out a shrill scream when her icy toes encountered mine. protected under these comforting layers, our bodies began to press closely together, providing us both with a sense of relief and comfort. As our legs entwined, a feeling of vulnerability blossomed into an instant of carefree spontaneity, longing for companionship and warmth through the simplest of actions.
As soon as Rachel had joined me in the cocoon of the duvet, she sat up abruptly, perhaps intentionally allowing the covers to slip off, exposing her upper body and bringing her breasts into the spotlight once more. Their captivating fullness and alluring shape captured my undivided attention. "Why am I so captivated by a woman's physique?" I wondered to myself. There was something about their plumpness, the contours that beckoned, which aroused me. The size and roundness of her breasts were spectacular; I yearned to touch them.
Upon witnessing her curvy figure, I couldn't help but compare it to my own, feeling a twinge of self-consciousness over the much smaller size of my own breasts. I quickly checked that my bare breasts were still concealed beneath the duvet, maintaining a sense of privacy and comfort.
In a mischievous whisper, Rachel couldn't resist asking a cheeky question, "Lisa, how many times did you climax this morning? Your vocalizations were something else; I've never heard you so loud before." Her brazen inquiry ignited a nervous tension in the air.
Deeply embarrassed by the thought of what might be a private moment, my cheeks flushed. Her audacity brought back the memories of the intense pleasure I had experienced earlier, stirring up a mixture of excitement and trepidation. I contemplated how to answer her.
"I... I lost track, Rachel," I stammered, these words a mark of the intensity of the pleasure I had experienced.
She proceeded to count out the number of times I had orgasmed, each word adding to the already electrifying atmosphere. "Once, twice, three times."
I cautiously raised my hand to stop Rachel's finger as she continued teasing me. "Oh, Rachel, please stop!" I exclaimed, laughing lightheartedly and slightly defiantly. "You and Stephen have your fair share of noisy nights too. Your bed got so loud last night, it sounded like a woodpecker was hitting the wall."
Our eyes met in a tender moment of shared familiarity and newfound desire, a dance of playful flirting and raw desire. Rachel's gaze was filled with admiration and curiosity, the unvoiced question hanging in the air.
"I must admit," Rachel confessed in a huskier tone, her eyes gleaming with a combination of longing and curiosity, "I couldn't help but imagine being beside you this morning, hearing those sweet noises escape your lips. You are fortunate to have such a dedicated partner."
A wave of anticipation washed over me, the teasing banter we shared escalating my desire.
"Are you still turned on, show me?" Rachel dared.
Deciding not to wait for a response, Rachel abruptly removed the duvet, exposing our half-dressed bodies.
"Don't stop now!" I encouraged.
Her passionate gaze lingered on my bare chest, then fell to my vagina, finally fixing on my tastefully hidden arousal. "That's more than I bargained for," she remarked.
In a bold and audacious move, Rachel reached for a pillow, prepared to cover the sight before her. I restrained her, our fingers entwining. She paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes, her gaze locked with mine. "I bet you're still hot and bothered," she murmured, her lips curling into a fleeting smile.
Shock struck me as I found myself fully naked and exposed before Rachel this time, face up on the bed and right in front of her. Sweat glistened on my skin, a testament to the intense pleasure we had shared earlier and the recent heat generated between us under the covers. Rachel paused in her gaze, taking in every curve of my body, her breath caught in her throat. She finally looked away, her eyes lingering on my busty bosom, slight waist, and my most intimate area between my thighs. The cool air in the room caused my nipples to stiffen even more.
Rachel's fingers danced across my skin, mirroring her earlier examination - first my breasts, then my narrow waist, and finally my soft inner region. I could feel every touch, each one setting off a wave of excitement that bubbled within me. A nervous shiver ran down my spine, the goosebumps trailing in her wake.
When we first met, the thought of a woman's touch awakened within me never crossed my mind, but now, Rachel's fingertips were taking center stage. Without a moment's hesitation, she moved her hands to my chest, caressing me gently as if I were a precious artifact, a mere statue brought to life by her tender touch. I was helpless to resist as I closed my eyes, immersing myself in the sensation.
Rachel reveled in the sensations, immediately fixing her gaze on the natural mounds on my chest. Daringly, she leaned forward - and taking one nipple between her fingers, she gently squeezed while nibbling on the other. I couldn't help but cry out in pleasure.
The touch of Rachel's fingers against the heated curves of my skin provoked an unstoppable switch in me. I found my peripheral vision drawn to her unbridled intent, expecting her to unearth more of her desires. Her fingertips roamed my body, leaving tantalizing trails that hinted at the delicious destinations to come. When they reached my throbbing core, it was as if an ancient fire had been reignited within me.
This seemingly taboo act of exploratory passion between us caused us both to forget the societal norms that kept us from expressing our true feelings. Rachel discovered a new path for both of us, pushing past boundaries and questioning the beliefs we've lived by all our lives. I could not control my reaction; my legs trembled with anticipation and desire.
Rachel paid diligent attention to my privates, pressing and rubbing them with steady, enticing motions that sent shivers running through me. She knew what she wanted, and I couldn't deny it. She took in my slick, shivering state with a smile in her eyes, kneeling over me as the moisture from my core clung heavily to her fingers with temptation.
Meanwhile, I closed my eyes, submitting to her touch, savoring each sensation as if tasting nectar. But it wasn't just her; I needed to disassociate the fact that her touch came from another woman because it sent tingles of unfamiliar ecstasy running through me.
Time stood still in that room as we both indulged in a dance of pleasure on the most intimate level. In this electrifying period, we closed the divide between us, defying restrictions and promises made. We were one in our deepening desire, sharing a fire that sought to envelop us completely in its glorious warmth.
With her shoulder pressed up against me, Rachel's hands roamed my sopping wetness hungrily, finally coming to a rest on my most delicate spot. One bead of arousal called out to her, beckoning her to press against me in a steady, erotic rhythm. I moaned, unable to hold back pleasure; her insistence was too much to bear. As each tender pressure followed another one, I was drawn deeper into the fantastical dance we'd conjured, blurring the lines of our femininity altogether.
Nestled against me, we lost ourselves in the wonders of discovered pleasure and escaping insecurities. Rachel's focus on my thighs, her gentle fingers teasing and stroking heated my entire body, raising my sensations for her in a delirious ballet of the flesh. Tingles and inspired moans filled the air, pushing us further into the frenetic dance.
We had tumbled off the edge - a packaged surprise that we could not contain or restrain. The frantic throbbing of my core amplified this erotic intimacy, as I, too, yearned for more. The dual forces of pleasure and temptation compelled me to open my legs to invite her in. The innate rhythm of our breathing merged together.
The moment held amidst stillness, threading us closer together as we breathed each other's lust and desire alive. Identity faded away in the haze of the moment. In that intense, illicit event, we were both captivated and indelible, carving into our shared story a showstopping moment that would remain forever traced in our memory.
Rachel knew I wanted to be filled, and when I felt a finger tentatively exploring my open sex, I appreciated the mysterious quality of it all. Without opening my eyes, I tried to imagine the mix of juices that my excited pussy would be secreting -- my boyfriend had recently released his cum inside of me. As more fingers joined in, their presence became less important than the wave of euphoric sensations that washed over me. My pussy was being stretched in the best possible way, further stoking my insatiable need for more satisfaction.
Rachel's fingers slid in and out of my pussy, making love to its vulnerable depths, and I felt more alive than ever. I could barely tell how many fingers were inside me; all that mattered was that they were giving me pleasure beyond words. My whole being convulsed with pleasure as Rachel's expert fingers penetrated my aching sex, ensuring I could feel every inch of her touch. I had never experienced such raw passion before, and it seemed to be flowing from her to me.
The intensity of the moment heightened even more when Rachel simultaneously curved her fingers towards my G-spot and played with my clit. Her fingers had a way of awakening every nerve ending, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my body. It felt as if I was on a one-way journey towards bliss, and Rachel was there to guide me. My breathing became more shallow; my heart was pounding. I was on the brink of a climax.
Reaching my climax, I could swear I saw stars. Delighted cries escaped my lips for the second time that morning.
After the sexual explosion, I felt at peace, my breaths matching Rachel's, our hearts pounding together in the afterglow of my second orgasm. We shared a special connection; I was officially part of a journey that was previously uncharted territory for me.
The moment was lost in time as we both soaked in the incredible afterglow. I wondered if she even knew that this was the first time I had been with another woman. Rachel broke the silence when she clinched her fingers firmly on my G-spot, which was still enjoying the post-orgasm buzz, and teased my clit simultaneously. My entire body was brought to a crescendo yet again. I cried out in rapture, finally finding release for the second time that morning.
Still trembling, I opened my eyes to see Rachel's piercing blue gaze fixed upon me in awe. I was pleasantly surprised when she gently kissed my cheek. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm for several minutes; finally, Rachel pulled away, lying beside me, inviting me to continue.
I was paralysed with confusion and had no idea what came next. Rachel, seemingly sensing my hesitation, reached out and cradled my hand, guiding it towards her smooth, lush stomach. Exposed to a sight I had never seen before, I found myself enamoured by her magnified plump nipples. My eyes then rested on the wild, tangled rug between her glistening labia. She spread her legs to expose her inner sanctum filled with wetness, yearning for more.
I looked at the sight before me with fascination, taking my time to appreciate the unparalleled beauty of another woman's sensuality. Her shaven mound stood in stark contrast to the dark, curly hair lining her labia. I fixed my gaze on her prominent breasts, bewildered by their size. When I looked back to her pubic hair, I was spellbound by the sight of her full, swollen lips, beaded with arousal. I spent a moment taking in Rachel's breathtaking image.
Consciously, I realized that my hands had not moved, but Rachel's did. They moved my hands upwards to instinctively cup one of her breasts, and to my amazement, it fit snugly in the palm of my hand. My fingers explored the warm, soft flesh; feeling the tenderness of her mound, I felt a sense of envy towards her oversized aureoles. I gently squeezed her nipples, igniting a tingly delight in her. Then, directing my attention back to her hairy mons, I wondered if the wetness I felt was as a result of our earlier sexual encounter.
Starting with her lower stomach, Rachel commanded my hand, placing it firmly between us. My gaze followed the line of her stomach to her breasts, her rosy, puffy nipples, and finally, the thatch of golden hair leading to the glistening haven between her legs begging to be touched. As my fingers danced towards her mons, I felt wetness engulf my palm. Had I ignited her arousal too?
I explored her pubis with my fingers, and Rachel responded with an audible sigh. Lost in awe, I failed to understand my role; Rachel took the message and moved my hand to her breast, this time, a C- or D-cup breast. It felt divine to cup her magnificent curves in my palm. I traced my fingers over the texture of her breasts, feeling her intertwined nipples quiver with pleasure. The large areolas of Rachel's aroused breasts elicited delightful shivers in my body.
In a delicate manner, I separated myself from her grasp and boldly set off on my own adventure to delve deeper into Rachel's feminine secrets. I delicately grazed her folds with my fingertips, teasing and taunting her sensitive spots as if I were pampering my own body. The feelings I encountered were both familiar and unfamiliar, piquing my curiosity as I watched Rachel's body react to each touch. I was enchanted by the performance of delight unfolding before my eyes. I was compelled to fulfill and explore, for her gratification as well as my own.
As my attempts became more intense, Rachel's breath quickened, her body surrendering to my caresses. A subtle spark of anticipation filled the room as I pinched her womanhood between two fingers, inciting a rush of wetness that fueled our passions. With each moment, I effortlessly slid from her pleasure bud to her inviting orifice and back again, relishing in the sight of her lips blossoming and spreading for me, beckoning me deeper into her erotic domain. At that moment, I became acutely aware of the intoxicating aroma of her arousal, unlike my own, and an aphrodisiac that prodded me on.
As my index finger settled within the moist hollow of her sex, Rachel pulled my face closer to hers until our lips met in a passionate, stirring embrace. Our tongues danced in harmony, each playful strokes and caresses, I fiercely attempted to evoke an orgasm from Rachel with my fingers, driven by the zeal of bringing her to the same peak of bliss I had reached. Alas, her climax remained unattainable, despite my earnest but inexperienced efforts.
Rachel, who likely needed a change to satisfy herself, eventually severed our embrace, but merely to guide her gentle journey from my neck down my body, leaving a trail of tender kisses in her wake. My body responded with a gasp of delight as her warm breath coursed over my skin, particularly when she lingered on my nipples. With skillful agility, she maneuvered herself into position as if proposing a "69," with the unexpected outcome. Quite unexpectedly, I found myself staring up at her hanging breasts and then at her sex, closer than I had ever imagined. Rachel was soon perched above me, her head facing my feet, poised for the anticipation of our impending sexual act.
The invitation was clear-she was urging me to participate in the tantalizing allure of her cravings. With my arms helplessly pinned to my sides by her weight, I was left vulnerable and at her mercy. She settled her midsection onto my face, causing her pubic hair to curl against my nose and my breasts to rest on my belly. I instinctively inhaled her to experience the intoxication of her femininity. She descended a little further, pressing herself down, and, much to my surprise, I ardently welcomed the offering with my tongue in return. In this manner, I tasted a woman's sweet pussy for the very first time. It was a unique mix of her own lust and a faint but lingering taste of male sperm, a combination that ignited a spark inside me.
"Oh Lisa, yes. Kiss me there," Rachel exhaled. "Use your tongue. Up and down." She then instructed, "Don't you dare stop at my clitoris," she ordered.
With a fresh sense of zeal, Rachel laid down completely, and proceeded to introduce her own tantalizing oral exploration, caressing my nether lips with her tongue. When her tongue finally collided with my throbbing clitoris, a sigh of pleasure escaped my lips. I sensed a surge of desire surging through my veins and responded by returning the favor, with my tongue gusto on her labia. Undoubtedly, I tasted an exquisite medley of Rachel's arousal and Stephen's semen, a combination that sparked a fire within me.
Yet, it was not merely Rachel's tongue that ignited my passion. Her fingers joined the delectable ritual, feasting on my moist folds, sending sensation rippling through my body. In the heat of the moment, I was beguiled by the thought of us cleansing each other's pussies, expunging remnants of our respective lovers. It was a daring fantasy that intensified my desire to new heights.
The allure of our obscene mixture of our blend intrigue combined with her expert fingers finding their way to my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body, influencing our mutual desire. It was then I attempted to repay her favors, eager to explore her depths. However, she hesitated, moving restlessly, thwarting me attempts, propelling me further into my undeniably mounting need.
Ultimately, I had to concede defeat, ultimately yielding to her tantalizing work, my body shaking from the steady stream of pleasure coursing through my being. With every stroke and lick, she plunged deep within me, leaving no corner untouched, with each touch, I reached the peak of euphoria, losing myself in a maelstrom of ecstasy.
Rachel, in tune with our longings, picked up the speed, her fingers diving deeper into my pussy, triggering spontaneous moans and gasps. She began to sway back and forth on my face. Our hips moved together in synchrony with her rhythm, our bodies enveloped in a passionate clasp. In a flash, Rachel rode up and down on my face, seeking pleasure from my nose, my lips, my tongue, and my fingers. In a moment of spontaneous exploration, one of my clumsy fingers unwittingly discovered her entrance. Rachel met my initiative with a ferocious push, swallowing my finger in her wet depths.
"Yes, Lisa, fuck me," Rachel gasped, her voice dripping with lust.
I gladly answered her appeal, welcoming another finger to join the first, gliding them in and out of her damp confines with practiced cadence. With every stroke, I matched the tempo of her hips, augmenting her enjoyment and propelling us both toward the edge.
My mouth hung tantalizingly near her swollen clit, poised to possess it with my lips and tongue whenever she pressed down on me. The taste of her essence swallowed my senses, an intoxicating mix of her excitement and the sheer intensity of the experience. I savored every drop, licking it up with insatiable hunger, as if to engrave the memory of this pleasure into my very spirit.
Our bodies undulated in harmony, as we chased the mysterious climax of ecstasy. The room reverberated with the symphony of our moans and gasps, blending with the wet sounds of our shared passion. In this intimate encounter, all restrictions vanished, leaving only the raw intensity of our connection.
With each movement of my fingers and every twitch of my tongue, I adored the pleasure I was showering upon her, propelling her toward oblivion. At this moment, Rachel's enjoyment of me began to subside, but neither of us cared, as the tension in her built to an unbearable level. I concentrated solely on her pleasure, determined to push her beyond the threshold. Our bodies melted into one, lost in a sea of desire as we strove for the perfect union. Time seemingly paused as we neared the apex, our connection deepening with every passing minute.
Under her control, Rachel accelerated her rhythm until, with a shocking deep growl, she attained her orgasm, thrusting her legs and her sex down, covering my face. As she did, I felt her juices flood over me. What I witnessed as Rachel reached her ecstasy left me speechless and sent me hurtling over the edge as well. I gasped as I shared her climax and was powerless to resist, opening my mouth to receive her intermingled essence. With our faces pressed tightly against each other's vulvas, we lay there momentarily spent.
Rachel regained her composure first, and she extracted herself from me and twisted around, so we were face to face, breast to breast. She kissed me, and we could taste ourselves on our naked lips, blending our essences into one.
For a moment, we rested in a peaceful repose, reveling in the aftermath of our intense experience. As we lay entangled in each other's arms, my heightened arousal pervaded my erogenous zones, I contemplated what had unfolded.
"Am I now bisexual?" I pondered silently. [Text paraphrased]
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