I Sleep with a Lighthearted Lesbian Compadre
Melissa is someone who holds a significant place in my heart. A 49-year-old strawberry blonde tomboy with her hair reaching her waist, she manages to attract men's attention every day in her life. However, her sexual orientation leans towards lesbianism. We've been each other's wingmen in search of women, bar-hopping around town. We've shared experiences that brought us closer than close. She'd be my wife if I believed she'd ever be interested.
Melissa serves as the centerpiece of our social group - the initial mover for activities and locations. Our entourage consists of a straight divorcee (Kim, with whom I had a fling a few years ago), a lesbian married couple, and me, the token straight guy among four beautiful ladies.
We all recently gathered at my condo for my birthday celebration. The gathering wound down around 10 p.m., with Angela and Anneli leaving first because one of them had work the following day. Kim departed five minutes later as she had a lengthy drive to undertake. That left me with just Melissa to clean up the mess. She was standing by the sink when I approached her with a calculated move.
I kissed her on the nape of her neck since I knew she loved it. She wore a red tank top and folded her bare arms around me, locking her knees, and making a Sean Connery-like groan of satisfaction. "That's incredibly good, baby," she murmured. "What are the choices for the next move?"
"I have an idea," I responded, taking her hand and leading the way to my bedroom. "I want to taste your pussy," I disclosed. I understood she hadn't been intimate with a guy since her college boyfriend apart from the occasional random blowjob, so I didn't want to take anything from her, especially not her virginity. I didn't intend to go any further than she desired - assuming she even wanted this encounter at all. We stood next to the bed. I kneeled between her legs and loosened her jeans, enabling them to gather around her ankles. I attempted to remove them, but was hindered by her sandals. I nudged her onto the bed, lifted her legs, and removed her sandals. Utilizing the moment to suck her toes, which is my kink, I said to myself.
"Mmmmmm," she purred, "If you keep it up like that, you're going to make me come." She started breathing hastily and rapidly.
I didn't stop immediately. I placed my lips around her left big toe, and then moved on to the following toe. I sucked her toes until she shuddered from an orgasm. She relaxed on the bed to recover from her orgasm; at this point, I decided to try something bold. So I submerged my face in her crotch, positioning my nose precisely against her cotton pants. She took off her red t-shirt, showcasing some luscious, bee-sting breasts. Not entirely flat-chested, more like an A-cup. Maybe an AAA-cup. If she really was flat-chested, she would have slipped on her black lace bra and panties, which she had confessed earlier she preferred while being with a Scottish girl during her vacation eight years back. During her vacation, she mentioned she hadn't had any sexual encounters.
I grabbed her right breast and massaged the soft flesh softly. I sucked one of her breasts. She flinched a bit. I stopped briefly to roll her nipple between my fingers, which she confessed she liked. I moved up to lick her breasts, making her moan appreciatively.
I traced my way along her torso, stopping briefly at her navel. It wore a pirate-themed belly button piercing that I found attractive beyond my wildest imagination. I worshiped her belly button as if her clit had developed a slit. She giggled like a girl. I returned to my main goal, and tugged on the gusset of her pants to reveal her folds. I licked her slit until she shuddered in another orgasm within five minutes. She seemed to have shot a load, possibly from coming twice so quickly.
"You're so far more enticing than when I did it with Lisa," she admitted, referring to her college girlfriend. That sentence filled my heart with pride. I secretly thought that I could be just as dexterous as any lesbian when it concerns licking pussies. She engulfed my head between her thighs like a vice, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life nestled between them. It took me a second to reclaim my breath, which rapidly left once more when she commenced blowing me. She proved to be an expert, as well. Melissa had me ejaculating down her throat in, possibly, three minutes.
"Do you want to enter me?" she inquired. I nodded, showing my consent. "OK. Just don't ejaculate inside me, OK? I'm not on birth control."
Kneeling between her legs, I slid my erect member into her damp vagina. Our lips met in a passionate kiss as I fucked her vigorously. For around two minutes, I pounded away before withdrawing to prevent myself from climaxing inside her womb. Instead, I jerked off and ejaculated on her stomach, the shining white semen contrasting with her fair, toned skin.
Afterward, she climbed on top of me and planted a kiss on my lips, wishing me a happy birthday.
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