Aren't You Curious?

"Aren't you curious?" My friend Amy said with a seductive smile. She trailed her fingertips over the sun-warmed curve of my hip. We were on her private roof-garden, sunbathing nude. For some reason her sunbeds were close enough to touch, even though there was plenty of space on the bright green astro-turf, so she was right next to me, lying on her side gazing at me with a beatific smile on her face.

It felt nice to be naked in the sunshine and I was feeling very relaxed, but I was still shocked at what she seemed to be suggesting. I knew exactly what she was hinting at by the look on her face and the way she was casually yet sensually caressing my body.

"I have just spent two hours drawing you in the nude." She continued, "... sketching these lovely curves." She drifted her hand up and down my thigh. "And I must confess, it excites me. Drawing your gorgeous body arouses my... curiosity." Her hand was moving slowly upwards now, and I didn't move or say anything as her gentle, feminine fingertips slid down the valley to the dip of my waist and then caressed up my side until she lingered, barely touching the soft plumpness of my bare breast. She was looking at me intently, breathing a little nervously through her pretty, parted lips.

I had no idea my friend had lesbian tendencies until now, and yet here she was trying to seduce me. She had asked me to pose nude for her art sessions. She is a very talented artist and a good friend, so, after a slight hesitation at the thought of being naked in her studio, I had agreed. Stripping nude in front of her had been a little daunting but kind of a naughty thrill at the same time. Her studio was a big, well-lit upstairs room in her house, with light streaming in through the big, Victorian windows. Her husband was out all day at work, so we had plenty of time to ourselves, and she had given me a large glass of Chardonnay to help me relax.

There was no point in undressing behind a screen, so, under her watchful gaze, I unbuttoned my blouse, shrugged it off and reached behind me to undo my bra. Revealing my bare breasts to her made my nipples hard. I was happy to hear her compliment my figure. I'm quite proud of the way I look in the nude, although nobody apart from my husband and my doctor have seen me that way for a long time. "Nice." She said, looking at me approvingly. Encouraged, I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of my heels, then wriggled my panties down and threw all my clothes onto the chair, feeling very conscious of how my neatly trimmed pubes might look. I hoped she liked them, but she could always draw them differently if she wanted.

She was clearly an excellent artist, favoring nudes and somewhat erotic content. She had quite a few sexy paintings on display, and one of her sketches was a lesbian-themed watercolor of two women's mouths kissing which I commented on.

"It's quite sexy, isn't it?" She asked with a smile. I agreed.

For her part she said she thought it would put me at ease if she was also naked, so she took off her clothes too, and wore just an open housecoat through which I could just see the inner curves of her breasts, with an occasional tantalizing glimpse of the fuzz of her pretty pussy between her thighs. She was in great shape, with fuller, heavier breasts than mine and an enviable feminine figure with very curvy hips and a round, peachy bottom.

The sketches were amazing. She made me look beautiful and sexy, staring wistfully off into the distance as I displayed my nudity in her pencil sketches. She had an amazing way of capturing the pertness of my breasts with her shading, and she did the same with the curves of my hips and buttocks when I lay down for her on the sofa. That afternoon we chatted continuously and made progress on the second bottle of wine as she continued complimenting me, asking for different poses that became more revealing as we went. I felt a bit drunk so I became comfortable enough to pose with my legs apart like a slut for her, so she could sketch the lips of my sex, which wasn't what I expected when I first arrived. However, by now I realized we were both getting turned on by it. And I was really enjoying myself, to be honest. I quite liked the feeling of sexual power over her. It was becoming clear she was interested in me physically, but she wanted more from me than I was prepared to give.

"No, Amy." I said, although I didn't remove her hand from my body. Her fingernails started to trace boldly around my erect nipple. "No, I'm sorry, that's not how I am. I don't mind posing for you -- in fact I enjoyed it. And your drawings are beautiful. Thank you. But I'm not into... you know..." I could hardly bring myself to say it, "I'm not into other women in that way."

"OK that's all right." She said. "But I do want to give you something for being such a great model. A gift."

She stood, and I was suddenly very conscious of her pubic delta at the intersection of her thighs right at my eye level. She dragged her sun lounger away and knelt down on the green astroturf next to me. Looking me in the eye, she traced her hands teasingly over my breasts, her fingertips lingering over my hardening nipples. I frowned slightly. Hadn't she heard that I wasn't into women?

Disregarding my feeble protests, she bent her head forward so that her hair fell in a soft curtain around my torso, and she lovingly kissed one of my breasts, then the other one, lightly caressing each nipple with her tongue. I closed my eyes for a long moment, savoring the sensation of my nipples hardening against the tip of another woman's exploring tongue. I couldn't deny the excitement I felt, despite all my reservations which seemed to be evaporating fast.

Without stopping, she sucked my right nipple all the way into her mouth. The sensation of her soft, wet lips on my breast was incredible, and I couldn't help my sharp intake of breath at the erotic thrill it gave me. She gently massaged my left breast with her palm while she sucked on the right one, and at the same time her free hand stole down my sun-warmed stomach to rake her fingers through the miniature forest of fur between my legs.

"Just relax." She whispered.

I thought about protesting again, I really did. In fact I even lifted one hand off the sunbed to push her fingers away from my pussy, but in the end I gave up and simply fell into dreamy compliance. She wanted me, and I just let it happen. I couldn't deny how much pleasure she was giving me. I allowed my legs fall apart, and she took full advantage of this sexually submissive gesture.

Her fingers progressed down the cleft between my thighs until she touched my pussy, making me blush with embarrassment. Or was it arousal that made my cheeks burn? I liked what she was doing -- in fact I loved it -- and she knew that I did.

"Nobody's around to see us." She murmured conspiratorially in my ear, gently stroking her fingertips across my clit in a way that made me crave more. I didn't need any further persuasion. All my resistance had melted away, leaving me wallowing in erotic pleasure, unable to think of anything except the touch of her lips on my breasts and the sensation of her clever fingers gliding over my pussy. "Open your legs for me and let me touch your pretty pussy."

As if in a dream, I moved one leg, placing my foot on the ground, to yield more territory to her exploration, and her fingertips immediately took advantage of the opportunity to slide further upward between my parted thighs, burying themselves in my pubes. Then she gently parted my lips and caressed my most intimate parts, making me inhale sharply then release it in one long moan of pent-up desire. It was deliciously sensual and very, very sexy. She switched to sucking my other nipple, saliva dripping onto my sun-warmed flesh, making me gasp. I felt suddenly out of control as the pleasurable sensations all converged and threatened to overwhelm me. She really knew how to arouse another woman. I was helpless under her touch, totally unable to push her away even if I wanted to. She made me feel gooey and sexy and tingly all over in a way no man ever had. Despite my initial reluctance it felt wonderful and I could no longer even remember why I had ever thought I shouldn't let her do this. It was utterly sublime.

"We can be nice and sexy together, just this one time. I'm going to give you the gift of a lovely orgasm, a gift only another woman can truly give," her soft feminine voice whispered into my ear.

No longer caring about anything except what she was doing to me, I just closed my eyes and parted my legs for her. I wanted her to kiss me. But instead she continued sucking on my nipples and softly caressing my pussy, sliding her fingers all the way in between my lower lips that seemed to open up readily for her as if they had a mind of their own. She was very good. I was hot, wet and slippery down there. Her tantalizing fingers explored my clitoris then my vulva, first very gently then more insistently until her fingertips were dipping into me, making all my sexual nerve endings feel alive. Pleasure consumed me, taking my breath away. She kissed her way down my stomach, demonstrating how much she loved my body, her beautiful hair trailing down my torso to remind me that it was a woman doing this to me. Then she gracefully shifted herself around to gain access to my sex, kneeling in between my legs which by now were wide apart. Her head was in between my thighs, her breath hot against my wet pussy, and the earth tilted on its axis when she kissed my swollen vulva.

I have never felt anything so absolutely beautiful as her tongue in my pussy. She mouthed and kissed my cunt, sucking my clitoris and delving into my innermost core with her tongue until juices were flowing down between my buttocks to wet my bare bottom and her face. Everything felt slippery and hot. My perspiration, her saliva and the love juices oozing from my excited pussy all combined in a beautiful puddle of sexual nirvana as she brought me relentlessly closer to her promised goal. Her fingers were deep inside me now and I loved it. I cried out her name, panting and moaning as she worked wonders on my hot little pussy, making me throb with desire. It was gorgeously dirty. I knew my first lesbian climax was rushing unstoppably towards me, making my face flush hotly and my nipples feel hard enough to explode. With a groan I held my breasts in both hands and flexed my pelvis upwards, lifting my buttocks off the sunbed to force my pussy harder into her mouth as a delicious orgasm overwhelmed me, like a volcanic eruption coursing through my entire body, as I shook violently and spurted my sexual lubrication, coming uncontrollably all over her face.

She was very gentle and understanding about what a woman wants in the afterglow of an orgasm. Everything had gone too far and too fast but somehow I couldn't stop myself falling under her spell. She held my hand and, despite my previous protestations and my unwillingness to experiment with her, she kissed me on the lips and I loved the way she did it. She moved up and pressed her nude body against mine so I could experience the sensual, feminine pleasure of her breasts crushing mine and her cool thigh pressing into my hot core. Her full lips were glossy with liquid and I could smell my orgasm on her face. She pressed her open mouth against mine, sliding her tongue in between my trembling lips, letting me taste what my orgasm had produced and, despite myself, we kissed long and deeply. I'm ashamed of how hungrily I sucked her tongue, loving the wicked thought that it had just been in my pussy, and of how lasciviously I accepted my first lesbian kiss, relishing the feminine sexuality of her body and her mouth.

That's how we became lovers. After that day, which literally opened me up to having sex with another woman, I found I was obsessively thinking about Amy. Nothing my husband did in bed could ever come close to the heavenly pleasures she had given me on her rooftop. Having such an incredible orgasm with her gentle mouth on me was the most thrillingly sensual experience I could imagine. It made my heart swell to bursting with desire for her. And kissing her was indescribable, as if I was falling in love for the first time. Maybe I was. It just felt so right. Every time I thought about her, my pussy tingled deliciously. I wanted to do it again and again.

While watching "Traitors" with my husband, I texted her, "I want you to draw me again. And maybe kiss me a little bit too".

She came right back with "Yes, I want to kiss you too. Not just your mouth, babe. All over."

I clutched my phone to my heart, making my husband ask, "What's wrong?" in sudden alarm.

"Oh it's nothing," I said, "just the excitement of watching the Traitors defeat the Faithful." I smiled to myself. My panties kept flooding every time I thought about the secret thrill of our little lesbian affair, and I knew I could never end it. I couldn't wait to be nude with her again and kiss her deeply. Even if it meant I was a traitor.