Female to Female Dining

Female to Female Dining

The silky softness of fine sheets against my bare skin enhances the erotic pleasure of my aloneness and wet fingertips help recall the sweet memories of carnal bliss. Those damp digits probe between puffy petals that swell and twitch and become wetter and more alive and electric with thoughts of times past that generate the syrupy flow that soaks the sheets and enlarges the spot beneath me.

I savor the sexy feminine sweetness that kindles the fire that burns just below my belly and heats my orgasm to molten moments of pleasure. They explode from me in shutters and shakes and a smile grows on my lips as I sigh and touch my stomach, feeling the rapture I've conjured from memories I have kept for years to bring out when I need to and enjoy again and again.

I first discovered the wonders of singular sex as my roommate lay next to me, her naked body warm and fascinating and inviting, and I found ways to enjoy her without disturbing her sleep. Every night I repeated the routine as she slept, and during the day I recalled them and smiled to myself at the private moments of personal pleasures. I yearned for her, but I was afraid of offending her.

I would masturbate as we stretched out next to one another and I tried to not wake her. The first time I brought myself as I lie next to her, I cried out as I came, holding my hand over my mouth. I had masturbated before, but not involving a person who was within arms reach of me, and not imagining a person I knew, especially not another woman.

The first night I spent next to her I brought myself to orgasm three times. Once after we first went to bed on that first night, when I was sure she was asleep, once at midnight, and once again at three in the morning when I woke up next to her warm naked body. She always slept nude, as if she knew it drove me crazy and was teasing me, and I watched her get undressed before we turned out the light that night. Her body was lean, and muscled, and sexy.

I had lived on my own for two weeks after I'd moved out of the dorm when she dropped by to visit. Could she possibly know she was driving me crazy by sitting there in a tiny skirt and showing her panties as we talked? As if she knew about my fantasies about her, she smiled coyly and bounced one foot, her left leg hooked over her right.

I considered telling her about my passions, about the pleasures I got from her each night, about the excitement her body gave me, but I worried it could cause a problem between us and I could lose those wonderful moments stretched out next to her.

The secret sexual moments weren't limited to her. I remembered those wonderful hardnesses that occasionally filled me with hot, thick, rods of delight that pushed repeatedly into my core and made me pull my legs up and open my thighs, biting my lip and closing my eyes tight to keep the joy within my head.

I loved those moments of penetration and lusty abandon, and I would duplicate them in my mind with a finger and the heal of my hand against my pebble-hard clit, rotating it over my electric bud until it explodes with desire. As I heated my clitoris I would insert a finger and thrust it in and out of me, recalling the feel of a man filling my insides with himself. It wasn't as if desiring Amanda had done away with my desire for men, but it did push them to the back of my mind.

I will also fantasize about the tongues that have touched me there and I'll pretend that one of them is hers. I will pull my labia apart and imagine they are being licked and sucked, wishing that it had been done, even once, by my exciting, beautiful roommate. I dreamed that one night she had rolled over and put her arms around my body and pulled me against her warm nakedness.

I imagine her kissing all over my naked body, then forcing my legs apart and feasting on my horny pussy. I think of her every night and I remember those days next to her when we were roommates and I wanted her constantly.

Her name is Amanda and she is perhaps the sexiest woman I have ever met. The first time I saw her it surprised me because I remember wanting her from the first minute. I had never had bisexual thoughts before, but once we became roommates I had them every day.

Now those thoughts are limited to my sex-alone time, and every night I masturbate to thoughts of her in my bed. I picture us doing everything we can think of, cuddled in a naked heap on my comforter, kissing and sucking like crazy for if hours at a time.

When I moved out of the dorm room, I had trouble sleeping without her. Amanda was in my thoughts constantly, like a ghost, appearing nude in my daydreams, warming my bed when she wasn't even there. If I closed my eyes, I saw her. Her sexy body teased me, haunted my sleeping and waking hours.

I finally decided it was absolutely necessary that I at least tell her about my compulsion, my obsession with her body. Even if it caused her to pull away from me, I could no longer escape the reality. Perhaps there was a chance she could have the same thoughts as I do. Maybe, I thought, she actually felt the same way. Perhaps she slept nude because she was attracted to me.

I stopped by her new apartment, and when she answered the bell we hugged. "Could we talk?" I said.

"Of course," she replied. "I have been wanting to talk with you for quite some time," she said with a hint of urgency. My heart jumped when I heard the weight of her words.

"Really?" I said.

"Desperately," she said. "I was... I need to confess that I was trying to seduce you," she said.

"Me?" I said. "You wanted me? I was laying next to you playing with myself because I wanted you so," I said. "I have spent hundreds of hours playing with my pussy thinking of you."

"That's funny," she said. "I was afraid of offending you," she said, taking me into her arms. "I thought you were a committed heterosexual who only dreamed of cock."

"I dreamed of eating your pussy for all those months we roomed together," I said.

"You mean as I lay there thinking of those sweet petals of yours, you were thinking of mine?" she said with a laugh.

"I was bringing myself off to thoughts of you," I said. "I ate your pussy maybe a thousand times in my head."

"Better in my bed than your head," she said with a chuckle. "You doing anything tonight that you can't reschedule?"

"I'd move anything off my calendar," I said.

"You want to stay here tonight?" she said seductively.

"You could not keep me out," I said, rearranging my schedule in my head. "I may have to get some things from home," I said.

"You won't need clothes," she said coquettishly.

"I don't have a tooth brush," I said, squeezing myself against her.

"I have a spare," she said. "I've got a hairdryer, a large mirror, and a shower I'd like to get you into," she cooed. She pulled me to her and kissed me and my toes curled and my heart rate went up by fifty beats really quick. The kiss was slow, hot, and as sensuous as any I have ever received.

Her tongue searched for and found my own, then played games with it, twisting and sucking on mine.

"All that wasted time," she moaned shaking her head and pulling me against her.

"That just means we've got more to do," I said smiling up at her. She is about five inches taller than I am and I was thinking where my pussy would be if my mouth was on hers. The image of her bare pussy flashed in my mind. I could almost taste it and my mouth watered.

"I have wanted that sweet tail of yours between my lips since you moved into my dorm room," she said. "Come up to Mama's bed. I have some lusty things I want to do to you. It might take all night," she said in a gravely voice.

"Let's get started," I said. "We have a lot of making up to do. I was worried you'd be offended," I said.

"Sweetie, I don't offend easily," she said. "Loud men, offend me. Arrogant pricks, offend me. Nothing you could do would offend me. Baby, you are a dream," she whispered next to my ear.

We walked hand and hand into her bedroom and she began taking off my clothes, slowly and lasciviously, as if every movement was a sexual act. She is certainly a sensuous woman. Her every move was sensual, She breathed sex. 'How did I not find this out before now?' I asked myself. 'How did I not BRING it out?'

We kissed before she literally placed me in her bedroom and Amanda floated down between my legs, her mouth moving determinedly towards my pussy.

I felt her hands touch my petals, then her tongue licked the length of my sexual flower and I gasped. It was perhaps the most exciting feeling I have ever had. No, that is wrong. It is the best feeling I have ever had, without a doubt.

As she licked me, the breath went out of me and I struggled to breathe. I pulled my knees up, opened my thighs, and put a hand on top of her head. She took the hint and pushed her face tighter up against my pussy, forcing her tongue down on my clit, squeezing it under the pressure.

A bolt of electricity shot through me, from my toes to the top of my head. I felt dizzy with glee and I cried out. "Oh, God," I yelled. "Oh, baby, eat me, suck me, drink me."

She lifted her mouth off my pussy. "I would eat this on Times Square," she said with a sigh. "On live tv. In Madison Square Garden, or in a dark room. I love the taste of your pussy," she said before going back to her task.

"When we were roommates, I hoped it would be like this," I said.

"When we were roommates, I also hoped it would be like this," Amanda said, lifting her lips off my pussy. She opened me up with her fingers and reached her tongue into me as far as it would reach. She put a hand on each of my upper thighs and pushed them apart while reaching her tongue into me. The sensation was amazing, and my head began to spin.

I have had sex with many people, all of them men, but no one had even approached the power of Amanda's tongue and lips on my pussy. She had me at a level I had never even approached before.

My climax came like a freight train with whistles blowing and going full speed ahead. My body shook and I clenched my fists. I closed my eyes and bit down on my lower lip.

I grabbed her head and pulled it toward me. She held my labia in her lips and started shaking her head. The intensity was so great I had to push her mouth away from my pussy.

It was so sensitive I could not stand to have her touching my lips. My orgasm took me about five minutes to recover, and as I stretched out on my back Amanda began kissing my belly. When I had completely recovered she scooted up so my head was close to her shaved pussy.

Without saying anything, she let me know it was my turn. I wanted to taste that delicious looking pussy so much my mouth began to water. When I got between her thighs I just looked at it for a minute, looking at a pussy so near for the first time. I had looked at my own with the help of a mirror, but I had never really seen one from that close before.

It was so lovely I just stared at it, admiring its color, its damp swollen petals, and its gleam and striking length. I put out my tongue and touched it. It was soft, and moist, and warm. I had never felt anything like it before, and it tasted lemony and salty.

I dragged my tongue the length of it, top to bottom, and it flexed and moved a bit, then like Amanda had done before to me, I opened the wings with my fingers and my thumb. It was pink inside and a bit swollen and plump, looking a bit like an orchid with winged flaps that splayed wide from my tongue moving between them.

I think giving her oral pleasure was almost as enjoyable for me as her receiving it was for her, because my pulse was high, my satisfaction was at a peak level, and my ears were ringing.

I held her pussy lips in my mouth and moved them back and forth with a slight movement of my head, drawing from what she had done to me. Amanda began to moan and twist below me as I sucked on her sweet pussy. As I did, I thought of all those months I spent laying next to her with a finger in my pussy and my thumb on my clit, dreaming of eating her pussy as I was now.

She came, long and slow, gentle and mellow, and then we cuddled like two contented newlyweds after their first night. We were certainly newly joined and happy for finding one another after all this frustration building between us.

"This is a big bed," she said with a smile, "built for two. Would you like to move back in with me? We were made to be roommates," she said with a sexy growl. "We can play everyday and keep one another happy and sighing. You interested in a lusty life in my bed. You can eat this pussy whenever you get hungry or horny. What do you say, girl?"

I crawled up and put my arms around her, then put my lips on hers. I snaked my tongue to hers, then let them play together. "I would love to sleep naked next to you without having to bring myself and wish for a kiss," I said.

I notified my landlord that I'd be moving, that I was sorry but I had found a deal I couldn't refuse. "Found a man?" she asked.

"Well, I found someone," I said with a smile.

"Finally."