Hiya there!, my name is Allison and I’m a 23 year old female who
lives in the Portland area. I’m here to share some erotic secrets of
mine — I have been romantically and sexually involved with another
female for the past three years. And life couldn’t be any better!
After my high school graduation in Texas, I decided to attend
college all the way up here in Oregon. It was a tough decision to
leave my family behind in Texas, but I liked the college here and what
it had to offer academically. My major was Marketing.
The first two years in Oregon were pretty uneventful for me in
terms of romance. I dated a few guys, but none of them really seemed
to peak my interest. I was bored. It got to the point where I was
devoting most of my time to school studies and my job. I worked in a
little gift shop during those days. Life had become pretty dull.
Then I met Sarah.
I had a romantic “fling” with a girlfriend back in high school,
but never really gave much thought to persuing another relationship
with a female until Sarah came along. I do not know what it was that
attracted me to her — when I saw her for the first time, I could not
help but to think how beautiful and exquisite she was. Sarah, age 18
and a freshman, looked like she was right out of a fashion magazine.
Long blonde hair, a million dollar face and smile, and the type of
shapely, taut body that had all the guys on campus lusting after her.
And some of the girls too — like myself.
I first saw Sarah during the morning of the first day of my Junior
year. I was in a hurry so I couldn’t stop to introduce myself, though
I wanted to — she was beautiful. But I saw her again, that same day,
and then introduced myself. I tried to come across as a fellow female
student just trying to make new friends on campus. Sarah, extremely
receptive with a sweet personality, seemed eager to make new friends
too. We hit it off great, quickly becoming the best of friends.
I wanted us to be “breast” friends, though.
Perhaps the reason why I was so attracted to Sarah was simply
because of intuition. I could never really pinpoint the exact reason
why I was so drawn to her — but my woman’s intuition told me that she
was the type of female who would not object to a roll in the hay with
another female. As Sarah and I got to know each other more and more,
I actually began to believe that my intuition/assumption was accurate.
When alone together, Sarah would “flirt” with me — she liked to
run her hands across my back and shoulders. She would often offer a
soothing massage and was more than willing to brush and blowdry my own
long blonde hair after a shower or bath. One of her specialities was
running her fingers through my hair, teasing and soothing my scalp.
She definitely liked to use suggestive, yet subtle touches.
Though I was 20 at this time, and she was 18 and in different
classes, the two of us managed to spend a lot of time together during
the regular college day. We often ate lunch and had study breaks
together. Anyone would recognize us as two giggling college girls
who were best friends. I doubt anyone would think one (or as it
turned out, both) of us had lustful intentions.
I had become so enthralled with Sarah that after a month, she was
over to my dorm room for a visit every single night. Nothing had
happened — yet. We were really flirting with one another, always
laughing and having a good time together. I found myself turning down
date requests from guys because I had aspirations of being in a
romantic relationship with Sarah. I also noticed that she was not
dating anyone either — despite a multitute of requests from guys.
That made me think.
Was she *really* interested in me? Was she holding out on guys,
wanting a relationship with me instead?
I would lay awake at night and fantasize about Sarah. I imagined
holding her in my arms and making soft, sweet love to her. I sensed
what it would be like to feel her thick, pouty lips pressing against
mine for a kiss. I shuddered at the heat of our bodies, entwined
tightly together, as we climaxed in rapture simultaneously.
One evening, I fell asleep and had a dream that seemed extremely
real. I dreamed that Sarah came into my dorm room in the middle of
the night and almost begged me to make love to her. I did, of course,
and that seemed very real as well. We fell asleep after several hours
of passion in each others’ arms, content and satisfied.
Then the alarm clock went off.
The dream was so real that when I woke up, I actually looked for
Sarah next to me in bed. After a few seconds, I realized it had all
been a dream. In frustration, I pounded both fists against the bed.
I went to get dressed and noticed my panties were soaked. They
weren’t wet — they were soaked. It was at this time I realized that
something must be done about this. I had to make a move on Sarah or
go insane with hiding my secret passions from her. If it turned out
that she wasn’t interested in me, at least I would know I had tried.
No one will get anywhere in life if they do not try, you know.
That same day, I asked Sarah if she would come over to my dorm
immediately after cheerleading practice ended — “I have something
real important to discuss with you.” She tried to get it out of me
right then and there, but I held back, telling her it would have to
wait until later. Sarah would usually go to her own dorm room after
cheerleading practice, shower and change, then come over to my room.
I wanted her to come to my room right after her practice ended. She
said okay, but added that it “had better be important.”
I assured her, it was.
* * *
Down deep, I was fearful of being rejected. But I did my best not
to dwell on that possibility. I concentrated more on what it would be
like to wrap my arms around that beautiful, luscious body of hers. I
imagined the possibilities of holding and kissing her, and making love
to her. Without a doubt, those thoughts were most pleasant.
I had never done anything like this before — try and woo a woman.
Back in high school, my girlfriend had seduced me over the course of
two months. I really did not know if I had gone about things with
Sarah the right way. Before, I had been the seduced. Now, I thought
of myself as the seducer. Had I done everything correctly? I even
called my old girlfriend in Texas and spoke to her about it, hoping
for some advice and pointers. She wasn’t much help.
I wasn’t really too worried about the possibility of word getting
out that I was bisexual, or a lesbian, if Sarah should become offended
and then tell everybody about me. While I prefer to keep my love life
and sexual preferences out of the “gossip rounds”, it was worth taking
that chance — I wanted Sarah, and I wanted her bad. That was the
bottom line. The possible reward was much greater than the risk.
* * *
Fresh from cheerleading practice, Sarah showed up at my door on
time. I almost had an orgasm right there — she was dressed in a
pair of black spandex pants and a matching skintight sleeveless top.
Every subtle curve of her body was outlined in the tight fabric. Her
long blonde hair was a bit messy — you could easily tell that she had
just come from a strenuous practice session.
Sarah got right to the point. “Allison, now what’s so important?”
I walked over toward my bed and then looked back at her. I was
very nervous now, but determined to go through with this. I had to.
“Sarah, we’ve been friends now for a month. I don’t really know
how to say this, so please bear with me –”
“Sure, anything,” she interjected.
I took a deep breath. “Sarah, from the first time I saw you, I’ve
been very attracted to you.” I felt a huge lump in my throat — and
my entire body was trembling. But I had to continue. “I don’t know
if you’ve ever given any thought to being with a girl, but I just have
to find out. I’ve been driving myself crazy with this.”
I waited for her reaction.
At first, Sarah appeared stunned. My heart broke. I was a total
fool for assuming that she had an interest in me as well. A complete
and total fool. That is what I told myself. The stunned expression
on her face made me want to curl up and hit my head in anger.
I needed to say something, to break the silence. “I… oh God,
Sarah, I’m sorry for –”
“You’re sexually attracted to me?” she suddenly asked, chiming in
before I could finish my own sentence.
I stammered in reply. “Umm, yeah. I… I am.” She still looked
stunned. As a result, I hung my head in shame. I really did think of
Sarah as a friend. I wasn’t only after her to get her into the sack.
Those may have been my initial intentions, but we had really become
good friends. But now, I thought, our friendship was ruined.
“I’m attracted to you also.”
With an eyeful of tears, my head shot up and I looked at her, now
stunned myself. Did she say what I think she just said? Now, I was
trembling and shaking even more than before. “Could you repeat that?”
Sarah smiled and stepped forward. “I’m attracted to you also.”
My face was flooded with tears — tears of joy! Sarah immediately
rushed toward me, and then threw her arms around me in an embrace.
“I was hoping you’d make the first move,” Sarah said, holding me
close. “I’m glad you did.” I didn’t respond, a mixture of relief,
excitement and shock running through me. So after a long silence,
Sarah decided to add, “I’ve been bisexual for two years. I’ve only
had one girlfriend. But she moved to New York last year.”
“I’ve been bisexual for five years,” I told her, still trembling.
“I only had one girlfriend too. But it was more of a fling with her,
instead of a relationship.”
“Now both of us have a new girlfriend,” Sarah proclaimed, sliding
her hands down to my bottom and squeezing it firmly.
I almost collapsed in her arms, right there, at that moment. But
a shot of strength went through my legs, giving me the power to stay
standing. I drew my head away from her shoulder and cupped her face
with my hands — then descended upon her mouth with my own.
Sarah’s lips were already slightly open, inviting me inside her
mouth, when I first touched them with my own. I was bug eyed and
staring at her, but her eyes were closed as our kiss began. In fact,
there seemed to be a relaxed, peaceful expression on her face. I’m
sure my expression at that time was somewhat unique, and strange.
When Sarah gave my shorts-covered bottom another hard squeeze, I
slipped my tongue into her mouth. That caused her eyes to open, and
then I saw a happy expression form on her lovely face — followed by
a giggle. She again squeezed my backside and found my tongue with
her own, causing them to slip and slide together in lust.
Sarah and I were standing at the foot of my bed, our bodies close
and in a strong embrace, kissing each other deeply with our tongues.
It must have been quite a sight to behold.
My anxiety seemed to lessen as the kiss became deeper. I was now
assured that Sarah wanted me just as much as I wanted her. My only
complaint was, why couldn’t this encounter had happened sooner? (!)
Our tongues slid and slivered together in her mouth for quite some
time. Sarah eventually pushed my tongue into my own mouth, shifting
the mutual licking action. I encircled my arms around her upper back
and squeezed tightly. It only made the kiss stronger. Soon, we were
going from mouth to mouth with our tongues. It was *sooooo* erotic.
I then slipped a hand down to Sarah’s spandex-clad bottom and gave
it a sharp pinch. In response, she broke the kiss and immediately
squealed in surprise. She then looked at me with a smile on her face,
her hands frantically massaging my own bottom.
I needed to say something to her. “Sarah, honey, I don’t want to
force you into anything. Are you sure about this? I mean, I just
told you of my feelings a minute or two ago. Are you positive you
want to go through with this, *tonight*?”
Sarah patted my bottom with her hands. “I’ve never been more sure
about anything.” She paused, still smiling. “I have been fantasizing
about this moment ever since I first met you, Allison.”
I sighed at that statement, a deep sigh, and then pulled her down
to the bed with me. Both of us seated on the edge, I again embraced
her, and kissed her deeply. I wanted to taste every single inch of
her sweet mouth with my tongue. And I did, sliding it all around in
mad, frantic circles.
Sarah responded vigorously, sliding both of her hands underneath
the waistband of my shorts. Her fingers traced and prodded against
my bottom, separated only from her touch by a thin pair of panties.
She pulled away from the kiss and looked at me. “Allison, when
was your last time with a girl?”
Gasping, I replied, “Much too long ago.” And then, I latched onto
her mouth once more, this time kissing her with too much force for her
to break it off again.
I was eventually distracted in the kiss, however, when Sarah began
grinding her round, firm breasts against mine. The tense and erotic
friction sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing throughout my entire
body! Her breasts have been large since I first met her — mine are
on the average side. But the feel of hers rubbing against mine was
almost too much to take. My girlfriend back in Texas used to do this
to me, and it would always turn me on like nothing else.
This time, I broke the kiss and reached between us. My right hand
found one of her breasts and squeezed it tightly through the skintight
cotton top she wore. I could also tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
I reached down to her sides and gathered the stretched cotton in
my hands, then quickly pulled it up and over her shoulders. Her bare
breasts, large and firm, rolled out into view. I looked up at her
face for an instant — she was smiling at me, nodding her head.
Sarah then fell back on the bed, and I responded by leaning over
and attaching my mouth to one of her breasts. I sucked and slurped
at her thick aureole, like a hungry baby with a favorite bottle.
“I can’t believe this,” Sarah said, in a stunned tone. “I just
can’t believe this is happening.”
“Why?” I asked, inbetween nibbles.
“I had high hopes you were interested in me, but thought I was
seeing things in my own mind,” she confessed. “I thought it would
always be a dream to be with you — not a reality.”
“I’m *more* than interested, Sarah. I’m *obsessed* with you.”
“And I’m obsessed with you too,” she giggled, as I continued
sucking on the puffy brown aureole atop her right breast.
“I hope you have more in mind than a *fling*,” Sarah added. “Is
that the term you used to describe your last girlfriend?”
“Yes,” I said, still sucking her aureole. “And yes on the other
thing too — I’m much more interested in you than a simple fling.”
“Hmmm, good,” she moaned in a delightful tone.
I stopped the attack upon her breast and moved down slightly, now
kissing and licking her midriff and drumboard tight belly. I then
moved my hands to her hips and slowly began sliding the skintight
spandex pants she wore down. Lower and lower they went, until I could
snap them down to her ankles. There, I busily worked on untying her
sneakers and taking them off first. Then came her socks, followed by
the stretchy spandex pants.
“Stand up,” Sarah requested.
I did, just in front of her. And then, she sat up and began
undoing the buttons upon my blouse. While Sarah did this, I had the
opportunity to survey her luscious body in near nude form — all she
had on now was a sexy white G-string. Firm and tone in all the right
places — shapely and voluptuous in all the right places too.
My body shivered as Sarah slipped the blouse from my shoulders.
No one had undressed me during a sexual act like this before — and
it was hot! It was especially hot that a woman was doing it to me!
She reached for my shorts and tugged them down. I stepped out of
them while Sarah slid my socks off. Then I reached behind my back and
unhooked my bra. Sarah finished the deed, reaching up and taking it
away from my body, leaving me completely nude before her.
She smiled and reached forward, her fingers pinching and squeezing
my sensitive breasts. I sighed in total passion, my head tilting back
and eyes closed tight. I bathed and swam around in the lustful
pleasures her fingers created until Sarah spoke up.
“Allison, I want to eat you.”
My head shot up and I looked at her. “What?”
“You heard me,” she said, scooting back on the mattress and laying
down upon it. “Come on, I want your pussy. Right here, I want you to
sit on my face.”
“Sit on your face?” I asked, clueless. Actually, I was quite
ignorant at this time. Though I had several sexual experiences, none
of them were quite as unique as what Sarah had obviously come to know.
“Yes baby, sit on my face,” she repeated. “Place your knees on
either side of my face, and then lower your pussy to my mouth.”
“Oh!” I giggled, embarrassed, getting into her requested position.
When her tongue first touched my pussy, I jumped — a powerful
shockwave of pure and unrelenting passion shot straight through me! I
had to grab onto the headboard in front of me to keep from losing my
balance and falling over!
Sarah’s hands tightly gripped my bottom and then she began an
expert tongue lapping of my vagina. I was bug eyed above her, holding
onto the headboard with all of my strength, pleasure too powerful to
put into words coursing through me. No one had ever eaten me so good!
I thought my last boyfriend was good, but his tongue didn’t even come
close in comparison to Sarah’s!
I couldn’t help but to moan and pant in lust above her, my insides
full of passion and chaos. Her tongue felt like it was a motor — it
simply would not stop licking and lapping away at my pussy. This was
a million times better than any oral sex I had ever received!
I was straining, trying to hold my orgasm inside of me. I wanted
this to last longer! I also figured that Sarah wanted to continue
eating me longer. My moans had turned into screams now, and I was
rocking back and forth, her expert mouth and tongue working me over
like nothing ever before them had.
“Don’t hold it back,” she mumbled against me. “Let yourself go.”
I screamed at the top of my lungs as I obeyed her, simply letting
myself go. And what ensued was the fiercest orgasm of my entire life.
My body shook and trembled in delight, my knees tight around her face,
as my passion erupted like a river dam bursting. Talk about powerful
sensations! Nothing had ever felt so divine!
A series of screams and high pitched squeals came from deep within
me until the orgasm finally started to let up.
I remember moaning and raising to my knees, my eyes closed. I
leaned forward and placed my face against the top of the headboard,
and let out a lustful sigh. Not only had that been the best tongue
lapping ever done on me up to that point, but it had been the most
wondeful sexual act ever performed on me — period.
I was still sighing and trembling in the aftermath when Sarah
“Allison, how about returning the favor?”
I turned around and noticed that Sarah had scooted out from under
me. In fact, she was laying at the opposite end of the bed, her legs
spread wide — without the G-string on any longer. That had been the
last remaining piece of clothing between us, but she must have took it
off while I was enjoying the aftermath of orgasm.
I glanced downward, noticing that her pubic hairs were blonde and
appeared to be very thin and short. I could easily see the wet folds
of her pussy, and it looked most enticing.
However, a sudden fear came over me. I had not been with a female
in over three years. What happens if Sarah thought I wasn’t any good
with my tongue? Although I had an on again/off again relationship
with my girlfriend in Texas for two years, I certainly didn’t have a
lot of practice when it came to eating pussy. I wanted to give Sarah
pleasure just as she had given me — I definitely did not want her to
be dissapointed with my result.
I spoke in a scared tone, “I… I don’t know if I’ll be any good
for you. It’s been such a long time since I was with another girl.”
Honesty is the best policy.
“Just do what comes naturally,” Sarah said. “I’m positive it will
be more than good for me! Just stick your face down there, and get to
work with your tongue. Just like I did to you.”
What irony. I was the one who initiated this whole encounter,
wanting to get sexually involved with another woman. Yet, Sarah was
the one who was telling me how to make love to her. It would only
seem logical that the seducer is knowing and confidant in her ability.
On my knees, I bent over completely until my face was between her
thighs. I placed both hands upon her hips and then gently extended my
tongue to her pussy. Sarah moaned in passion and immediately wrapped
her lithe, sleek legs around my head. I glanced up at her, realizing
I must have done something right.
I continued along the same track, now gently swiping my tongue
over her clit. She wasn’t wet — she was soaked! Her juice tasted
sweet, like a fine nectar. I decided it was time to sample more.
I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and drove my tongue inside
her. Sarah moaned, obviously enjoying my work. My tongue moved in
slow and timed circles, as I hoped to give her the type of pleasure
she had just given me. I figured, though, that would be impossible.
What she had done to me with her tongue was simply magnificant.
I tried to repay the favor, though, by focusing all of my effort
and attention on her honey pot. But I just remember thinking, it was
so great to be intimate with a female again. I missed being with a
woman more than I even thought I did.
I pulled out slightly, but returned by placing kisses all along
the entire exposed area between her thighs. Soon, each wet kiss was
followed by a hard suction on the same spot. And after each and every
hard suction, Sarah screamed in lust and delight.
I was bringing her pleasure. The knowledge made me feel good!
I dove between her soaked folds again, wanting to bring an orgasm
for her, just as she had brought for me. I licked and slurped and
lapped, pushing my tongue as far into her as possible. She was really
moaning now, a hot blaze of fire and passion, her hips churning and
bucking wildly beneath me.
With my mouth and tongue still working, I pushed a single finger
into her. Her response was monumental. She roared in lust and then
her orgasm began — my finger had been the final piece to the puzzle.
Her legs were closed very tightly around my head, not allowing my
face to leave her pussy, as she screamed and cried out her passion. I
just kept lapping away, tasting and swallowing the sweet nectar that
poured out from deep within her.
Sarah kept screaming, mostly my name and words of passion. She
also said some words and phrases that I simply couldn’t understand.
Then I realized, I must have really drove her insane with pleasure.
It was a very long time coming before her orgasm subsided. But
when it did, she loosened the grip of her legs around my head and then
let out a content and very satisfied sigh. I gave her honey pot a few
more licks before raising up and taking a seat on the bed.
“Come here, Allison,” Sarah pleaded, her arms outstretched.
I lunged forward directly into her embrace. She hugged me tightly
and gently kissed my shoulder, her hands rubbing hard against my back.
“Ooooh I loved that,” she moaned. “You definitely know how to eat
pussy, baby. See? I told you.”
I pulled away, far enough so we could look into each others’ eyes.
I smiled before saying, “I’m glad you liked it. I certainly liked it.
Both being eaten by you, and then eating you myself. In fact, I
enjoyed everything that just happened between us.”
Sarah pulled me down so I was laying beside her on the bed. She
cupped my face and then kissed me on the lips. “I enjoyed it too.
And I think I’m going to enjoy you from now on.” She smiled and gave
me another kiss. “Thank you, baby. Thank you for telling me of your
feelings. This night would not have been possible without it.”
“Thank you for being bi,” I reciprocated, before giving her a very
long and fevered kiss on the mouth.
This night was *far* from over.
* * *
Shortly after that lustful night, Sarah and I became roommates in
my dorm. The second bed in that room was never used.
* * *
* * *
That wonderful first evening happened three years ago.
Today, Sarah and I are still together — and very much in love.
We’re a couple. Both of us are very faithful to each other — the
idea of dating or being with anyone else is foreign around here.
I have since graduated from college, but Sarah still attends
classes as a Senior. A year ago, we moved away from that tiny
dorm room to a nice, spacious apartment just outside of Portland. I
always wanted to “settle down” with the right person in life. But
little did I know that the right person would be another woman.
Currently, I am 23, Sarah is 21. I have a marketing job at an
electronics company and Sarah works as a dance instructor for small
children. No one knows that we are bisexual and in love with each
other — everyone thinks we are two best friends living together to
share expenses. We *are* living together to share expenses, but not
as best friends — Sarah and I are “breast” friends.
Originally, I planned to move back to Texas after graduating from
college. But now, I am very content to spend the rest of my life here
in Oregon — just as long as Sarah is with me.