How My Sexuality Changes as I Age Ch. 11

A few words from the author

From my thirty or so years of sexual activity, I've learned and experienced that as a woman ages her attitude towards sex changes, often very significantly. Possibly that's no more so than in how she views same gender sex. For most, that's been a huge no no, a taboo not to be indulged in for most of their life, but as their sexual experience grows and they overcome the love and sex syndrome many see sex as more of a pastime, so the point of sex and the reason for it changes. It's at that time when an increasing number experiments and when they discover the pleasure and excitement of another woman.

My awakening to 'the other side' of sex came in a threesome with Denise, a work colleague, and our boss. What happened the next day with just the two of us seemed to be the natural extension of our gender fluidity. And here's how that happened.

Enjoy and love,

Jayne

aka westjayne495

"Not fussed really," I said feeling strangely nervous when Denise asked what I wanted to drink as we sat in the pub near to the agency where many of us often drank after work.

"Bottle of white or G and Ts?" she persisted as I glanced around to see if we knew anyone in there from the agency and fortunately there were only a few.

"I can't stay long, so a G and T then please," I told her as I watched her turn and seemingly wriggle her hips at me as she walked to the bar and bought two gin and tonics. The skirt was probably just a little too tight for her fairly large frame, but then that was just how she dressed and mostly acted, right on the edge, very outgoing, carefree and exhibitionistic displaying a vivid spectrum of behaviours that many loved, but quite a few around the agency didn't. I'd been in the neutral camp until a couple of months ago when we were paired to work together and I go to know and like her. We worked very closely together sharing a cubbyhole as executive assistants to Thomas, a onetime lover of mine, and with who we had a threesome yesterday, which changed everything.

Sitting at a small, round table in a corner of the fairly busy bar, Denise was leaning forward so that my gaze was inevitably drawn to the gaping front of her top and swell of her large boobs above her white bra. Several times during the day my attention and gaze had been drawn to them and her bum in the tight skirt and I was acutely aware of them as we sat chatting in the pub. Just like yesterday, when I first went into the hotel bedroom she was sharing with Thomas with him wrapped in just a towel and her naked in bed, our initial chatter was quite innocuous and was mainly agency gossip until that is she asked.

"You did enjoy yesterday then Jay?"

The boldness of her question shook me for a moment before I stammered, "Er, um, yes Den yes I did, it was, well errrr good."

"Just good?" she asked sipping her drink and remaining bent forward smiling.

"Well and unexpected and fun."

"Keep going lovey," she grinned.

"What do you want me to say?" I almost pleaded.

"Just how much you enjoyed it, I guess."

"Well that's obvious isn't?" I replied, sort of hedging my bets.

"Yes up to a point Jayne," she said catching where my eyes were directed at her legs, as she smiled and added, "And just what did you enjoy most?"

"Oh come on surely you don't want me rank everything that happened and certainly not here, do you?"

"No, of course not."

"Well then?"

"Not here that is Jay, but maybe somewhere else?"

"What do you mean, where else?"

"Well I'm only two stops on the tube love and my lady help has a lovely chicken casserole bubbling away that she just told me is ample for two."

"Huh, what?"

Placing her hand on top of mine and squeezing it she said quietly, "Come home with me Jay and have dinner and......" she paused as we looked at each other as I wondered what was coming next and she added in a quieter voice, "You can tell me how much you enjoyed what we did?"

Finishing our drinks and agreeing not to have a second we walked the short distance to the tube station and waited for a train in silence. I couldn't think of anything appropriate to say and Denise who usually led most conversations she was uncharacteristically quiet as well. I felt very nervous as we went into her flat, and the smell of the casserole cooking hit me, which, in a way, was sort of reassuring as, although I suspected this was probably a sexual encounter, I wasn't sure never having been involved that way with a woman before yesterday.

"So Jay," she started, as she looked inside the pot cooking on the stove and stirred the casserole, before going on, "It should only be a few minutes, red or white wine or something else?"

"White please."

Handing me a very full glass she stood before where I was sitting on a six-seater couch with deep, soft cushions so that my skirt rode well up my bare, tanned from a recent holiday legs. As I saw her gaze sweeping slowly up them I got those familiar feeling I'd had with guys about to try and seduce me. Our eyes met again and we held the gaze, something that had happened several times at work today and this evening, but hadn't n before yesterday, or at least I hadn't noticed. Denise was standing in front of me, looking down in what seemed to me to be a rather provocative pose with one leg bent at the knee in front of the other that was straight, which caused her skirt to also rise up a little way as she asked, "So luv, back to the question?"

Thinking, or at least hoping, that I sounded more confident and relaxed than my pounding heart and racing pulses told me that I was, I replied, "So what question is that Den?"

Not moving and still staring down alternately at my legs, face and chest, she smiled, "Come on Jayne you know exactly what I want to know."

"Do I, Den, I'm not sure?"

"Want some help do you?" she asked sitting down beside me.

"Yes Den, yes I do?" I asked not at all sure where this was leading.

"I told you in the office, or was it the pub, that I wanted to know how much you enjoyed yesterday?

I was a bit perplexed by this and didn't really know what to say, so I was relieved when her mobile phone rang and answering it she said, "Yes Edna we're just about to sit down and eat it," as she smiled and mouthed at me, "My cleaning lady and cook," before saying into the phone, " A friend from work and it's a her not a guy, she thinks it smells absolutely delicious and she's a cordon bleu cook as well and you've impressed her," she said smiling and raising her eyebrows at me, before continuing into the phone, "Yes I'll see you on Saturday then, bye love," and hardly breaking her chain of words as she pressed the stop button she said to me, " Come on Ms Cordon Blue lets have dinner and, after it, you can tell me what in particular you liked best?" She didn't pursue that subject as we ate the casserole, which really was delicious. After the dinner and the minimal clearing up we sat side by side on the couch and she asked, "Have you enjoyed our evening so far Jayne?" as turning to look right at me the top her dress gaped and, again I saw a goodly part of both of her rather stupendous breasts. Until then, I doubt if that would have registered with me as I had no idea how strongly I could be attracted to a woman, but with her sitting beside me on the couch with the hem of her skirt almost up to panty showing level, I was hit with a surge of sexual feelings. It was not only her presence causing that, but also that we'd love, or was it had sex, yesterday afternoon in the hotel room where Thomas had taken her after her birthday lunch to fuck her just as he had me so many times during our six month or so affair.

"Yes Denise, yes I have and thanks for dinner."

"My pleasure love, so have I, it's been wonderful spending it with you."

I was struggling now with so many thoughts roaring through my mind. 'Was she pulling me? Did she need to after yesterday? Was this the come on for just the two of us? Would there be a difference without Thomas? Would I feel different to how I did in the threesome yesterday? Would I resist and even more important, should I?' "And with you," I gulped as she reached out and took my hand.

Looking into my eyes and leaning further forward flaunting even more of her spectacular boobs at me, purposefully or otherwise, she placed her fingertips on the back of my hand. "I mean really, really wonderful Jayne, get me?" She asked as again she held my gaze.

"Yes, I think so Denise."

"But you aren't sure are you?" She said her fingers rubbing the back of my hand.

"No, no I'm not,"

"I meant Jayne that you being there made it wonderful," she said confusing me even more.

"Oh I see," I stammered, lying as didn't get what she meant at all as she turned my hand over and ran her fingertips very slowly around the palm.

"Do you see Jayne, do you really see?"

"I er, um Denise, oh I don't know," I replied genuinely confused.

"Was it wonderful for you, lovey because of me?"

"What with Thomas?" I asked reverting to his full name rather than the shortened version she used and as I'd thought of him yesterday.

"No babe, not because of him, but because of what we did Jayne, did that make it wonderful for you? It did for me. I have wanted to be with you since the day we first met."

I couldn't think of anything to say, so we sat in silence for a few moments. We were staring at her fingers that were now stroking all over my hand and fingers and were moving onto the front of my wrist, just where those veins vanish into your hand.

"Was it because of that Jayne?"

"Oh Denise," I groaned, "I don't know, I really just don't know," I went on feeling near to tears as I bowed my head and stopped looking at her.

I felt her hand on my hair. She gently ruffled it and whispered, "You have such gorgeous hair Jayne."

"Thank you," I mumbled.

"Have you done anything like that before Jayne?"

"No, never."

"Never?"

"Well a little when I was young and at uni, we all do things like that then," I stammered.

"Yes that is true, but not since you have been a woman?"

"No, I was married, well once when I had a massage in Egypt."

"I know, but that doesn't matter."

"Oh it did, Denise, it mattered very much."

"How do you mean?"

"I was totally faithful to Kevin until the last few months and certainly with women," I went on now completely and utterly confused as Denise's hand slid up my arm and caressed it by my elbow whilst her other one was stroking the back of my head, rubbing my neck and running her fingers through my blonde, rather dishevelled hair. It was clear that with these intimate gestures she was trying to seduce me, just as she had yesterday after Tom had fucked me and was in the bathroom. As I struggled desperately to work out what I wanted to do, those thoughts were flying around my mind, just as they had since I had left the hotel with my damp knickers in my handbag. But somehow, I just couldn't justify the difference between doing it with Tom there and us two having sex alone.

"Darling," she whispered. "It has nothing to do with being married or not, it's all to do with how and what you feel."

"What do you mean?"

As she said that I realised that the fingers stroking my arm were so close to my breast and the memory of the feelings I had yesterday when she'd been all over them with both her hands and mouth filled my mind and seeped into my body.

"I mean Jayne, you had feelings when I held you and when I touched you didn't you?"

"Yes I did."

"And when I caressed you, you had them didn't you?"

"Yes."

"And when I touched your boobs you got them, didn't you?"

"Yes, Denise yes of course I did."

"And lovey you have got them right now haven't you?"

"Yes, I have," I muttered.

"And if I do this Jayne, you get them even more don't you?" She asked holding my head and turning it towards her so that our faces were almost touching, her eyes were boring into mine and her mouth was slightly open as she licked her tongue along her upper lip. I knew that she wanted to kiss me. I knew that she was in a way asking my permission to do that and I knew that the ball was now in my court, but what I didn't know was what I wanted her to do, so I did nothing. She saw, and seemed to understand, my dilemma and I assumed that she may have been in a similar position herself at some time in the past when she had to confront her sexuality and challenge and maybe break the status quo. Then I felt her hand pulling on the back of my neck and moving my face closer to hers, "And Jayne," she said in a near whisper, "You would get them very much if I kissed you wouldn't you?"

In the cold light of day, with hardly any booze influencing us and no male present to in a way legitimise what she, or was it we, were doing, the enormity of it all hit me and I gasped, "Oh my God," as without further ado her face closed the gap between us and she brushed her lips gently along mine. She hovered them there for a moment or two, neither kissing me, nor removing them, but just with our lips touching. I took this to be a sign of her consideration and a way of seeking my approval before she proceeded. Tacitly giving that by not moving away, my whole being revelled in the sensation as her lips closed on mine and she kissed me. Although we'd kissed several times yesterday, I hadn't noticed then just how similar some aspects of kissing a woman was to kissing with a man, whilst in other ways it was so different

"Okay babe?" Denise whispered her mouth moving slightly away from mine.

"Yes Den," I whispered back, my left arm seemingly naturally going around her neck as I asked myself, 'Was this the final sign of my acquiescence to her advances?' as she kissed me again. This time it was a deeper and fuller kiss, if that is not a meaningless description, but it is how it felt. The overriding sensations I got, though, were of gentleness, consideration, caring and sensitivity. With a man, a kiss often portrays energy and strength, force and drive. It is the preamble to the man penetrating and in some ways invading the woman's body and entering her before fucking her. A woman's kiss to another woman does not act as a forerunner to penetrative sex, but as foreplay to a deeper, caring and loving form of intercourse.

As our tongues and lips sucked and licked each other, our mouths seemed to dance together as, without even realising it I had, of course, started kissing her back and I was enjoying what she was doing or, more accurately, what we were doing. Even more significantly, I realised that I didn't want to stop and, in fact, I wanted more. I slid my other arm around her neck so both were around her shoulders. With her left arm around me, her right hand resting on my hip, our mouths clamped together and my eyes shut, I felt her hand gently, almost enquiringly cupping my breast and gently fondling it. It felt lovely, so normal yet rather adventurous and, I recognised immediately, absolutely perfect for the situation.

"Okay Jayne," she whispered kneading and squeezing the ample excess of my left breast as her fingers fumbled their way inside my blouse, whilst she asked, "So yesterday didn't put you off girls then?"

"No, not at all."

"Were you interested in them before then?"

"I um, er, er I just don't know Den."

"And what about me, were you attracted towards me?"

"What, when, yesterday?"

"Yes or before or now?"

"Of course I am, I wouldn't be here otherwise would I?"

"I don't know, do I?" she asked still cupping my breast with her face so close to mine I could feel her breath on my cheeks.

"Nor do I luv, I mean who was it you fancied most Tom or me?"

"When do you mean?"

"Well before, during and after and now even?"

"Oh shit Den, I don't know when you put it like that, all I know is I'm here now, he isn't and you're holding my boob, so it must be you mustn't it?"

"No Jayne not at all, you might say that to all the girls," she smiled taking her hands from me and resting one of them on the buckle of her pleated, leather belt she was wearing around her dress and the other on the top my leg by the hem of my skirt adding with a smile, "Or guys of course.............. like Tom for instance."

Sipping my drink, I looked up at her and said as calmly as I could. "What do you mean then, like Tom?" as I saw slight smile came onto her face as she probably thought she'd got me, which she may well have done, "Well you had fucked him before yesterday, hadn't you?"

I didn't know how to respond as it was quite possible that he'd told her we'd had an affair, so I just looked at her and didn't respond as she continued, "And you certainly got off with him yesterday as that really was some climax he gave you wasn't it?" Again I didn't reply and she went on, "Yes luv that was a big one, you did enjoy it didn't you?"

This time I thought a reply was in order and required so I said softly, "Yes Den I did and yes it was strong."

"And did me being there help at all?"

"What do you mean?"

She didn't say anything for a moment or two and then whispered, "This," as she went on undoing her belt, her eyes not leaving mine for a second as she just stood there looking at me.

"I see," I croaked as I saw the belt come undone and her fingers go to the zip at the side her dress that she slowly slid down and looking at me said.

"Do you Jayne, do you really understand?"

"Yes Den, yes I think I do," I stammered as she slid her zip down a little way.

"And are you comfortable with it?"

"Yes, well I think I am," I gulped as she pulled the zip all the way down so that the top of her dress gaped away from her.

"And have you er done anything like this before, other than yesterday?" she asked putting her drink down and looking right into my eyes. Then she did what was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen in real life. She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms exposing her full boobs in a pretty, pale yellow, lacy bra, which looked lovely.

"A little," I replied, adding as an afterthought, "And yesterday Den."

"And you're up for more are you, like yesterday?" she asked.

Although I'd been thinking of hardly anything else since then, now it was right here confronting me and staring me in the face I had doubts. Yesterday could, just about, be put down to being a one-off sexual adventure brought about by the circumstances of her birthday lunch, Thomas being our boss, too much wine and both of us fancying him strongly. It could be explained as being the sort of thing that happens between three middle-aged, sexually active people with strong mutual attractions. Okay, she and I had sex, but it hadn't gone too far and the man had been there all the time, so it wasn't completely a same gender, or deviant experience as some might consider it to be.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Then Jayne, perhaps you should undress too."

'Oh fuck' I thought. 'This really is getting serious. I was so scared, but also so excited. Part of me wanted to stop, but another part wanted to go further. It was hammering round my brain that this really was a true bi, well maybe even a lesbian experience and, of course, that amazing time in the hotel yesterday and the massage in Egypt came into my mind. However, this wasn't a drunken threesome with my boss and a friend nor a sordid experience when being massaged, but a genuine pick up and seduction. I was being invited to go with a woman one on one for the first time. I was alone in a room with her, she was undressing and was asking me to do the same and amazingly I wanted to, but I still had no idea what we would do. Indeed, I wasn't sure what I wanted to happen or how far I was prepared to go. I didn't think I was up to being fucked or fucking her, whatever that is in the sapphic world.

"Well Jayne," Den said softly holding her hand out to me. I took it and she pulled me up. We were standing close looking at each other. Den raised her eyebrows and smiled. With very fumbling fingers I started undoing the buttons on my blouse.

"Mmmmmm very nice Jayne," she said looking at my breasts in the skimpy, slightly too small bra, "Just as I remember them." I froze when she put her hand out and ran the back of her fingers across the top of my boobs and I was shaking with nerves as I undid more of the buttons and pulled the blouse out of my skirt. Looking down I watched fascinated as she ran her fingers down my chest across my stomach and slightly into the waist band of my skirt. As I peeled the shirt off, she said very quietly, "Shall I?" as she took hold of the top of the zip.

Somehow that seemed wrong, too outrageous and despite all we had done yesterday, too far and shaking my head, I croaked. "No Den, I'll do that." Why I stopped her I have no idea for I had thoroughly enjoyed them undressing me yesterday and I had got a massive buzz from flaunting myself to them in my underwear and when she pulled my knickers down so I was naked, so I started sliding my zip down.

"You really are you okay with this aren't you Jayne...................?" she said pausing before adding, "We can stop at any time?" as she slid her open dress down to about mid-way down her thighs, absolutely shocking me as she wasn't wearing panties, making me wonder when she'd taken them off. I was breathing heavily and my hands were shaking as I pushed my skirt down and let it fall to the floor. I knew that in my tight, white panties my pubic mound would be emphasised and that made me wonder if I had dressed to be undressed as some sort of premonition.

"Oh Jayne," Den sighed looking at it, "You look marvellous."

Smiling I replied. "You don't look so bad yourself," as she let her dress fall to the floor then bent down and picked it up she dropped it onto a chair and I stared at her near naked body. She was now just wearing a bra that really was too small for her as her full breasts were almost tumbling out of it and I was in my bra and tight bikini panties. We stared at each other as I waited for her to take the lead and do something. After a few moments, she closed the gap between us and, reaching out she ran her fingertips across my cheek and onto my lips which I involuntarily opened for her. She slipped her finger tips in between them and ran them along the inside of my bottom lip. I felt mesmerised by her near nudity, what she was doing and how she was leading, controlling and almost dominating me. The feeling was amazing and it made me groan softly and sent a little shudder of excitement through me that I was sure didn't escape her notice as, moving a little closer she whispered, "Here let me," as she put both of her arms round me and deftly unclasped my bra and slowly removed it.

"Oh yes baby," she muttered staring intently at my tits, "They are every bit as gorgeous as I remember from yesterday and what has been in my mind all day today, I'm so going to enjoy these," she went on cupping them and lifting them up a little before leaning forward and kissing the tops of both boobs. Licking around both areola and each boob before sucking first one then the other nipple into her mouth as she looked me right in the eyes, she slid her hands from my boobs, letting them sag a little, and downwards into the waist band of my panties.

"May I?" she asked, not really waiting for a reply before starting to push them down to around half-way down my thighs where they got stuck so I wiggled my legs so they slid to the floor, "Hold me Jayne," Den whispered, adding, "Cuddle me in your arms," which I loved hearing as our arms went around each other again. It was a beautiful feeling, she felt lovely and the combination of the intimacy and affection was awesome as her hands wandered up and down my back stroking and rubbing it. I followed her lead and soon I was cupping the somewhat full cheeks of her bum as she gently squeezed mine. She took one hand away and reaching up put her arm around my shoulder and moved us even closer to one another. Our faces were almost touching and I could see some of the short, blonde hairs above her upper lip and could smell her strong perfume, although I couldn't work out which brand but it did have an expensive aroma. We looked into each other's eyes as she again raised her eyebrows, smiled and mouthed, "Yes?" with a clear question mark after it.

'Oh my God,' I thought, "She wants to kiss me." Although we had kissed several times yesterday, that was with Thomas there, and for some reason, it felt part of the sex between the three of us and not an expression of affection between Den and me, after all just an hour or so before we had kissed in the hotel we were simply office mates, not lovers! Now it felt so different as the reason for her wanting to kiss me was different. It was now as much a sign, or gesture, of affection as it was sexual and that rather disturbed me. At first, I was emotionally neutral to the idea, but when she pushed her hips forward so that our stomachs, pubic mounds and breasts were squashed together and reached around me and gripped the cheeks of my bottom quite firmly pulling me even tighter against her, I changed my view and I realised that I wanted us to kiss. And we did. I had never really imagined I would want to kiss another woman as I have wanted to kiss men, but slowly I was realising that sex is just sex with the gender of the participants being irrelevant. Our mouths were open, our lips were squirming and our tongues were sliding and duelling. My arms held her more tightly as hers cuddled me and we pushed our bodies together and ground our breasts and mounds against the other's. Other than that my stomach was rubbing against a soft, womanly belly, and my boobs were merging with hers, it was just like kissing a guy, but, of course, the hardened flesh rearing up my stomach was missing.

Den broke the embrace and whispered, "You ok with this Jayne?"

"Yes Den, yes I am," I gasped.

"Then come to my bedroom," she whispered taking me by the hand and leading from the living room of the flat to the bedroom. In there, standing by the bed, which was staring at me like beacon, we kissed again with this time both of us firstly finding the other's bum cheeks and stroking and squeezing them then sliding our hands between us and finding the other's breasts. We gently fondled each other as we continued kissing. I still had no idea where this was going or what it might lead to or, indeed, where I wanted it to go or what I wanted to happen. What I did know though was that I was lapping it up and getting the almightiest buzz from what we were doing, "Lie on the bed Jayne," Den said pushing me towards it, "On your front so I can see that delicious bum."

"What, why?" I stammered.

"Don't worry," she assured me as I lay down. "I'm not going to rape you, just massage you," she went on kneeling beside me on the bed and slightly aggressively pulling my legs apart so they were spread wide open.

"Mmmmm lovely," she whispered, obviously looking at my pussy and butthole as she ran her fingertips over each cheek before she started softly caressing my neck and shoulders, hair and scalp and, just like the Thai girl in Egypt had ended up it wasn't really a massage just one continual fingertip caress all over my body. Slowly she worked her way down my back until her hands were on my cheeks initially lightly rubbing, then kneading them, pushing them together and finally pulling them apart. It was utter bliss and, in a way, it was made all the more blissful by me not being able to see her.

"You really do have a great bum Jayne," she said running her fingers down my legs and starting to caress and massage me just above my knees. Slowly running her fingertips up my inner thighs until they almost, but not quite touched my pussy she then tantalisingly ran them down again. Using what seemed to be an acquired technique of running them up and down, up and down teasing and exciting me each time going nearer and nearer to where I now wanted them to be. My eyes were closed and my nipples were rock hard as I waited for her next move. Almost forgetting it was a woman's fingers for the sensations were so similar to those I had received from men many times over the years, I gave my mind and body over to the sheer pleasure I was receiving from her.

"Oh God," I grunted when on one upward sweep she didn't stop, but brushed the side of her hand against my lips. Not long enough to be a caress or fondle, but sufficient to illustrate her desire and intentions and to give me a surge of the sensational feelings. I wanted more and Den seemed to be very aware of that, just as that Thai masseuse had been from my sighs and gasps, the slight writhing of my body and my hands tightly gripping the bedclothes.

"Nice baby?" she asked stroking my pussy lips with one hand and gently scratching that little patch of skin between them and my bum hole with the other.

"It's fucking marvellous," I grunted as she ran a couple of fingers along the crease in my bottom pausing, enquiringly I thought, right on my hole. She pressed and I sighed.

"Ok Jayne, you alright?"

"Oh yes."

I wondered whether she was going to finger-fuck my arse. That wouldn't have been a totally new experience for me as Kevin had done that and more to my bottom quite a few times, but of course it had never happened with a woman. She pressed on my anal hole again and I did nothing to deter her, but at the same time I also did nothing to encourage her. She slid her other hand up and under me and she snuggled my mound neatly into her hand. She gripped me and I writhed against it a couple of times rubbing my clit against her.

"Go on Jayne fuck it, fuck my hand," she whispered hoarsely, her mouth nearer to my ear than I realised. I pushed my hips forward and loved the tightness of her hand around me as, at the same time, she increased the pressure on my hole with her finger, easing it up me a little way, but by no means going for deep penetration. It felt good though and I thought she might be going to make me cum like this, as she easily could have done, but suddenly she stopped and turned me over.

"God what a lovely sight," she grinned running her hand from my mound, across my stomach, up my chest and up until it was on my tits. She pinched my nipples and whispered, "Just lie there Jayne, close your eyes and simply enjoy it."

She ran her fingertips over my face, gently across my eyelids, on my cheeks and lips before sliding them downwards and over my chest, tits, stomach, pubic mound, between my legs, in the crack of my bottom and again on my hole. I was incredibly turned on and ready to cum and without even thinking I reached out for her. I had to have the extra stimulus of feeling something as well having the sensations she was giving me. As my hand found her gorgeous arse and I rubbed it, I suddenly realised that the feelings roaring through me, the need I felt and the desire in my mind and body were exactly the same as they had been the two times I had been massaged by a man. It was a sensational feeling. As they had massaged my breasts or finger-fucked me so the urge to hold and rub something became so strong that I had been forced to reach out and fumble at their trousers to feel the outline of their hardnesses before slipping my hand in them to grip their erections. That had been as satisfying as it was now holding Den's bottom and as I held and fondled her it made me wonder if there was any real difference between straight and bi sex. I began to think there wasn't and that it was just all about the buzz!

My breasts and thighs began to tingle even more as Den took my masturbation towards a climax and any control over my mind and body left me. I was a slobbering, whimpering wreck arching my back and raising my bum from the bed with my head rolling from side to side as I rather inconsiderately rubbed, probably too hard between her legs that she had invitingly opened for me. I realised that I was thinking far more of my need and pleasure than hers.

"Oh yes Jayne, yes, yes, yes," she said realising from the state I was in and my overt actions that I was near. I kept rubbing her, half hoping that I could make her cum, but being very aware that I was so very, very near I couldn't concentrate enough to slow down to give her the satisfaction she really deserved, or to even know whether she was having a climax

"That's it come on Jayne cum for me, let it all out," she groaned as my cunt seemed to explode. God knows how much wetness she encouraged from me and where it all went, but I seemed to cum for ages. I had no idea whether she did or not, "Oh boy, you needed that didn't you?" she asked letting go of my breasts and removing her finger from inside me.

"Jesus Den that was amazing," I groaned adding, "It wasn't that I needed to cum for I did that twice yesterday it was, well you I suppose."

Smiling she got off the bed, "Stay there let's clean you up," she said walking to the bathroom, "It wasn't really me love, it was simply a woman's love and sex you needed," she said over her shoulder.

"And did I get one!" I said with the emphasis on the get as she came back and we both smiled.

She'd wrapped a towel around her above her breasts and had brought some tissues and a couple of face towels from her bathroom and as I lay still on the bed my breathing slowing down as my climax receded, she wiped my thighs, stomach and chest with the tissues and then went over them and my mons with the, warm towel.

For an hour or so, I guess, we lay around on the bed covered by a thin duvet watching TV, had another drink and chatted away about nothing in particular. She asked me about my bi experiences and I told her the outline of the massage in Egypt that had a totally unexpected 'happy ending' for me. I asked about hers and she said she had a couple of regular partners, but mainly looked for new 'adventures' like me, "I've been messing around with women for ten years or so I guess so don't worry Jayne, it doesn't mean you are turning gay, just that you have broadened your outlook and repertoire and have other ways of getting your sexual kicks, for that's what it's all about isn't it?" she said standing up and finding the remote control on the dressing table, she turned the TV onto MTV and stood beside the bed looking down at me under the duvet

"Yes, I guess it is, I suppose," I replied as I watched her take hold of the top of the towel with both hands,

"Precisely," she replied, adding," It's all about the buzz isn't it Jay?" as she turned back towards me and fumbling the towel undone she let it fall to the floor and stood beside the bed, right in front of me her hair covered pussy mound just inches from my face and beaming a broad smile said, "Ready for the second half now Jay?"

Realising that we were now going to have more sex and that this time she'd expect a greater involvement from me, I immediately got that wonderful tingling in my nipples as they started to harden for about the fifth time this evening. At the same time, my breasts started feeling heavier and fuller and a warmth oozed from the pit of my stomach into them and then spread throughout my body, I looked up at her and said, "What do you have in mind?"

By now, I certainly and, I guess, her as well were feeling mellow and somewhat relaxed from the drink in the pub earlier and the wine since getting to her flat. Neither of us were out of our brains or falling over drunk, but at that dangerous stage where nothing matters that much, anything is possible and your inhibitions have pretty much gone. As I said that I noticed that her upper legs were rather chunkier than I'd remembered from yesterday and I reached out and ran my fingers up her thigh; it felt lovely doing that to her. As we held each other's gazes, I wondered whether she'd been saving herself for something else, which in turn made me think what the something else might be and what I would do. I thought that perhaps she would fuck me with a strap on, or more likely we'd have intense oral sex, or possibly both? Each were so out of my sexual league that I put them into a recess of my mind with the view to handling them when, and if, it became an issue.

"You'll see," she said as I lay back on the bed and she came and stood beside me and whispered, "Close your eyes," which I did. I felt her taking hold of the duvet and I groaned with anticipation and pleasure when she pulled it down and bared my body to her gaze, "Oh, good girl," she said running her fingertips across the swell of each of my breasts pausing on the hardened, erect nipples and pinching them, "Mmmmmm, lovely, well done," she went on continuing to fondle them before I felt one hand moving away. I opened my eyes and saw that she was sitting on the edge of the bed right next to my knees with her hand between my legs but caught on the fleshy parts of my upper thighs. She smiled and raised her eyebrows and I got the message and opened my legs. Her hand slid between them and her fingers found my soaked lips.

"Mmmmm, lovely, my lovey," she whispered removing her hand and licking her fingers before replacing it between my legs with her fingers right on my pussy, "Now lay back," she went on pushing on my shoulder, so that I lay flat my opened legs dangling over the side of the bed. Closing my eyes again I reached out and my fingers found her bare outer thigh that I stroked and felt pleased when she grunted her pleasure. Then I felt something other than her fingers touch my stomach, slide down onto firstly my bare mound and then go further to find my clit. It was like an electric shock and it shook my entire body, but took a moment or two for me to recognise what it was.

'Oh, fuck it's her tongue, she's licking me,' I said to myself not sure whether I was pleased or scared or both. As I felt her tongue lick around the pink wetness and slide slightly inside before re-emerging and finding my clit that she gently bit, I quickly became sure and stopped being scared.

"Ok Jayne?"

"Oh yes," I sighed grabbing her head and stroking her hair.

The feel of her tongue on my lips, sliding around them and then going inside me as her fingers slid further between my legs to revisit my anus was sensational. I quickly realised that there was little or no difference being sucked and licked by a guy to a girl once you got your head in line. I also realised that whilst Kevin and Tom, and not so much Thomas, were bloody good at giving head, Den was better than any of the guys who'd been down there with their mouths. She seemed to instinctively know what I wanted her to do and she licked every inch of my lips, all around them and a little way inside, teased the hood away from my clit, licked, sucked and gently bit that and then ran the tip of her tongue from the back of my slit, onto my bumhole and then back again. Her fingers joined in and caressed my stomach, thighs, between my legs, parts of my pussy where her lips weren't and the crease of my bum. The combination of them with her lips, tongue and teeth made it all very intense and so, so intimate. It made me feel as though I was in heaven, and I wanted to give something back. It was then that I realised that there was a difference, and a big one as well, between a woman having oral sex with me than a man!

"Get on the bed Den," I groaned pulling at her hips and levering myself more onto it. We wriggled our way into the centre of the bed with her slurping at my body. She had her face on my stomach with her legs up past my head. I was on my back, Den on her side so it wasn't classically sixty-nine but as good as for her pubic mound was level with my face. I touched it, I stroked it, I smelt and I caressed and then slowly rubbed it.

"Oh yes baby," she groaned licking and sucking my cunt and bottom. She was so fucking good at it that right at that moment I could have given up men!

Staring in close up right at her pink, wet cunt made me think if I had the pluck? Could I go that far? Was I getting too far into this new bi world I wondered as I moved my face towards her pussy? It was like a magnet or a beacon beckoning me. I could smell it and feel its warmth. Her cunt and particularly her clit became the focus of my attention, my world and my number one desire as I pulled it and put my tongue out and licked its length. It was good, in fact, it was much better than good. The wetness, warmth and smell combined to give me pleasures and thrills the like of which I had never experienced and I wanted more, I wanted to go further, so I opened my mouth and put my lips round her clit. In the main I simply copied what she had done to me. Licking it and then gently biting it, sucking, kissing and loving it, I so quickly got into making oral love to her that all thoughts of it being bisexual or lesbian went out of my mind. It was simply sex and genders lost their meaning and relevance. And as I was doing all that to her, she was doing broadly the same things to me.

"Babe I am getting near," she groaned. "You?"

"Very, I am nearly there."

"Then let's do it," she sighed taking her mouth frustratingly away from my pussy and replacing with what I guessed were three fingers that she eased well into me. I did the same and we both pumped away sending thrill after exciting thrill through each other as our orgasms erupted and we both had stupendous sexual eruptions.

"You fucking marvellous little tart," she groaned as her body exploded at the same time as mine.

We lay there on our backs with our arms touching as slowly the physical and emotional eruptions calmed down and we dozed off in each other's arms. When we awoke, we were both relaxed and very mellow, but surprisingly not that horny, though we didn't discuss that. At the same time as we cleaned up, finished the wine and basically just giggled, I saw that it was after three and that we'd been making love in one way or another since eight last evening, seven hours of sex!

"Gonna stay the night Jayne?" Den asked.

That completely threw me for it hadn't entered my head that we might actually sleep together and I realised that I didn't want that. I couldn't envisage lying beside Den, our feet touching, or our hands straying, fingers running over the other's body or us planting little kisses on the other's back as I undoubtedly would have wanted to do if Den had been a man. I realised that I didn't want the tenderness or the intimacy that I would have relished with a guy. With Den, with a woman, it was all about the buzz, it was just the sex and not the affection that was the attraction, whereas with a guy when he fucks a woman, she's in love with him, albeit maybe just until he makes her cum. And that, I was realising, may well be the key difference between being bi and being straight.