Violet almost didn’t go to her secondary school reunion. The friends that she wanted to keep up with after leaving she already saw regularly, and the others she had no particular wish to spend an afternoon with. Except for one girl, Becky, that she had had a crush on when she was in her teens. Of course Becky wasn’t a girl anymore, she had followed the path laid for her and got married and had two children. Violet knew this from mutual friends, she hadn’t actually run into her again since soon after they left school.

But Violet would like to meet her again. She still had a little flutter between her legs when she thought of her, although she realized she was remembering her as a teenager. She wondered if she would flutter in the same way as she used to if they met again. The school reunion would be the perfect place to find out.

Violet wandered around the reunion, meeting old friends, mostly making small talk with people she had little interest in. She didn’t see Becky until people were starting to leave. Immediately her body flooded with the warmth of arousal. Whatever her brain might think, her body clearly still found Becky very attractive.

“Oh hi Vi,” Becky said as Violet came up to her. “I was just about to leave but let’s sit down and chat. I hoped you’d be here.”

“You did?” Violet was surprised that Becky had said that. In school they hadn’t really been that close. Violet had mostly lusted after her from afar. The two women sat down at a table. They made small talk about their lives since school.

Suddenly Becky said something odd. “Here’s something I have always wondered about. You used to look at me in a weird way in school, you know.”

Violet deliberated for a moment what to say, whether to be truthful. But the truth seemed the best way to broaden the conversation.

“I did? I suppose I had a huge crush on you,” she said.

“I figured it might be something like that. Only as a teenager I didn’t think that was possible. A boy, yes. But not a girl.”

“I so wanted you to be my girlfriend.”

“Really? Why didn’t you even ask?”

“I was too confused. I wasn’t sure about the whole liking girls thing. Especially letting anyone else know. Not to mention being too shy.”

“And what did you want to do with me?”

“I don’t suppose I had any real idea. Just hold hands or something soppy like that. I mean I’d only just discovered my own body. I certainly wasn’t ready for…” He voice trailed off. She wasn’t sure how explicit to be.

“For what?” Becky asked.

“For…for another girl’s body. I wouldn’t have known what to do with it.”

“But now you do?”

Violet laughed. “I can’t deny that.”

“I assume you’ve had lots.”

“Well, not lots unfortunately. But a few.”

“I’ve not had any. Girls that is. Just one boy. My husband. Pretty boring and conservative isn’t it?”

“We all want different things in life.”

“Sometimes I wish I’d not got married young. Been more adventurous. Had other lovers.”

“Boys or girls?”

“Well, girls would have been really adventurous. More adventurous than I think I am. So what would you have done with me if you knew then what you know now?”

“How do you mean?”

“We’re teenagers. We’re at my home. In my bedroom. You have a crush on me. What do you do? I’m intrigued.”

“I can’t really tell you that. I mean sitting here at the reunion with lots of people around. It would be like you telling me one of your fantasies.”

“Good point. Let’s leave. Go to a quiet bar. Then you can tell me.”

“Really? I thought you were joking. You really want to know?”

“I’m genuinely interested.”

“OK. But you have to do it too. In return.”

“Do what?”

“I’m not sure. Tell me a fantasy. No, better still, you have to tell me how you’d react.”

The two women got up and left the reunion.

Violet wondered what Becky had in mind. Inviting her to go and relate a teenage fantasy seemed a bit weird. Not that she minded doing it, would love to in fact. She just wasn’t sure where it was going. It was almost as if Becky wanted to have vicarious lesbian sex through Violet telling her a story. Or maybe to find out if she would be interested. Violet decided to go along with things and see what happened. If the opportunity arose, she might even try and seduce Becky. The thought of getting her out of her clothes and seeing her naked made her…like getting butterflies in her stomach but in her pussy instead.

Violet and Becky were soon at a table hidden away at the back of a bar, two glasses of beer in front of them. Nobody was near enough to hear their conversation.

“So what were we going to talk about again?” said Violet innocently.

“You know perfectly well. You were going to tell me how your schoolgirl self would seduce me now that you know what you are doing.”

“OK. This is weird. I mean sitting talking to you about this. It was absolutely a dream of mine back then even though I was somewhat vague about what I was meant to be doing once I got you, you know, out of your clothes.”

“I’m still in my clothes. You have to start at the beginning. We are sitting on my bed. We are both fully clothed.”

“So I guess I’d talk about something a little bit sexual. Maybe ask you if you’ve ever been kissed. Nothing too scary and explicit. I was pretty shy at that age.”

“So I say ‘no’ I’ve never been kissed. A boy tried a couple of times but I pushed him away.”

“So maybe I’d ask you if you if you had wondered what it would feel like.”

“Of course I had. Every girl does.”

“So I ask you if you want to try it. See what it feels like. So next time a boy tries you will know.”

“Hmm. I’m not sure I would really have been brave enough to say ‘yes’ but let’s assume I do.”

“So I lean over and gently kiss you on the lips. First we just sort of press our lips together but then I start to move my lips against yours. We kiss for quite some time. You are pretty into it.”

“So perhaps I’m really brave and I ask you if you know what French kissing is.”

“I tell you I do,” said Violet. “It’s when you use your tongues when you kiss. I don’t wait for permission. I lean over and kiss you again. This time after we’ve been kissing for a moment I push out my tongue and find yours.”

“I can’t imagine what it’s like being kissed by a girl. Probably pretty much like being kissed by a boy, but without the stubble. Maybe a bit gentler, more feminine.”

“When I kiss a girl I’m not very feminine about it. Apart from not having facial hair obviously.”

“You like to be aggressive?”

“I do. Do you want to find out?”

“You mean for real?”

“Yes. Right now.”

“It’s sort of intriguing. But I’m married. And I’m not gay. I just can’t kiss someone who’s not my husband. Even if she is a girl. Especially if she is a girl. But keep talking. I’m enjoying your story.”

“So after we’ve been kissing for a bit, I guess I’d slide my hand onto your breast.”

“I wonder if I’d have let you. But I’m sure my nipple would have gone hard instantly.”

“I can feel it against my hand, even through your bra. I move my hand in small circles so that I’m stroking your little hard nipple.”

“No so little. I’ve actually got quite big ones.”

“I let my hand drop down and slip it under your T-shirt onto your stomach. The skin of your stomach.”

“You like to move fast.”

“I do. I slide my hand higher, back onto your breast, just the thin material of your bra between your breast and my fingers.”

Becky sat there silently. Violet could tell she was getting turned on.

“And then I’d pull your bra cup down,” Violet said. At the same time she gently put her hand on Becky’s leg, pleased that Becky made no attempt to push her away. “Your breast is naked. I lightly pinch your big nipple between finger and thumb.”

“Oh my god, it’s like being attacked by a guy but with more finesse.”

“I pull your T-shirt up so that your breast is completely uncovered. I stop kissing you and bend down and kiss your nipple. Tickle it with my tongue. Maybe gently take it between my teeth. It is erect and hard.”

“I guess I’d better do something active. How about I peel off my T-shirt and take off my bra? I’m topless. I’ve never been topless before like that with another person.”

Becky looked at Violet, her face slightly flushed with arousal. Violet decided not to ask about kissing. She bent forward and moved her lips towards Becky’s mouth but at the very last moment Becky turned her head and Violet kissed her on the cheek.

“You are totally turned-on, aren’t you?” Violet said.

“You mean on my bed in our story? Or right now?”

“Both I think.”

“For sure in the story. Right now, I’m all sort of mixed up. I’m not into girls but I have to admit I’m not calm, cold and collected.”

“While I kiss your breasts, I let my hand slip lower. Down across your stomach. Your legs are slightly parted. I gently cup you there with my fingertips.”

“Nobody had ever touched me there. I don’t know if I’d push your hand away or let you touch me…touch my…”

“…touch your pussy. I touch it. Very gently. Through your pants. I can just feel your lips through the material.”

“If I dared not to push you away I’d be so turned-on, I’m sure.”

“I move my hand away from your pussy and undo the button on your pants.”

“Oh I’m sure I’d have stopped you. I push your hand away.”

“But I’m aggressive, remember. I’ll keep coming back until I get the button undone.”

“And then…”

“And then the zip.”

“Oh my god I can’t believe I’m even letting you tell me this. Encouraging you even.”

“I slip my hand into your panties. I run my fingers over your pubic hair, over your mound, round your body, between your legs.”

“Oh god. I guess I’m totally wet and aroused.”

“I can feel your clit. Eager and hard. I start to stroke it with a fingertip.”

“And I bet you’ve got more idea of how to touch it than my husband does.”

“Of course. I’ve got one myself. I don’t need instructions. Even though this is the first one I’ve touched other than my own.”

“I should be doing something to you, shouldn’t I? Undressing you, playing with your breasts or something.”

“Don’t worry. I’m seducing you. You don’t need to do more than let me. Just like now.”

Violet leaned across and this time Becky didn’t move away. She pressed her lips against Becky’s briefly and then set back up.

“Wow,” Becky said. “I can’t believe I let you do that.”

“Was it OK?”

Becky didn’t answer so Violet simply leaned in again and kissed her again. This time she moved her lips a little against Becky’s mouth. She put a hand on Becky’s waist and as they continued to kiss she slid it up her side towards the edge of her breast. But Becky moved her arm, trapping her hand a little short. But Violet knew that a line had been crossed. Becky had let herself be kissed by a woman for the first time in her life. Once Violet kissed a woman it was rare that she didn’t get her naked. Maybe not today, especially since she was married, but there would be another time she was sure.

“You can’t keep kissing me,” Becky said.

“Why not?”

“Because: one, I’m married. Two, I don’t kiss girls. And three, we are sort of in public.”

“We can solve the third one easily,” said Violet. “There’s a hotel across the street.”

Becky laughed. “I am not going to let you get me alone in a hotel room. You said you were aggressive and…well, you were not lying.”

Becky got up and walked over to the bar, returning with two fresh beers.

“Kiss me again,” Violet said as Becky sat back down.

“No. Carry on with the story. That’s daring enough. And doesn’t break my marriage vows. Where were we?”

“I had my hand in your panties. I think I’d try and get your pants off completely.”

“I would be so self-conscious. Maybe if I were aroused enough I’d hardly notice, otherwise I’m sure I’d stop you. Nobody had ever seen me naked remember.”

“Me neither. But don’t you want to know what I’d do once I’d got you naked.”

“Of course I do. So I suppose I’d better go along. Alright, I let you get my pants off.”

“And your panties.”

“Oh wow. I’m totally naked now aren’t I?”

“You spread your legs for me.”

“No way. I’d be too embarrassed to let you see me there. Up close. I’m not sure I’d even looked at myself in a mirror by then.”

“OK. Forget that. I can tell you are really embarrassed. After all, you are stark naked and I’m fully clothed. So I stand up and sort of dance in front of you. I take off my top and unclasp my bra and you get to see my breasts. I undo my pants and push them down. Now I’m just in my panties, dancing back and forth. You can’t keep your eyes off my breasts.”

“I’ve never seen another girl naked. But…”

Violet leaned forward and kissed Becky again. She broke the kiss and almost whispered in her ear. “But you’d like too, wouldn’t you? You would want me to slip my panties off?” She kissed her again. “Oh yes,” Becky sighed. Violet slid her hand up Becky’s side again and this time Becky did nothing to stop her as her palm stroked the side of Becky’s breast.

Violet continued to stroke Becky’s breast as she continued the story, talking very quietly. “I slip off my panties too. You get to see me naked. Another girl gets to see me naked for the first time. I guess I’d be really self-conscious. I certainly was in real life the first time I was naked in front of another girl. I kneel down on the floor in front of where you are sitting on the bed. I put my hands on your knees and gently but firmly spread your legs apart.”

“I guess you are about six inches from my pussy. I can’t imagine being comfortable with that. But, well, carry on.”

As Violet continued quietly telling the story, she let her thumb slide across Becky’s breast until it felt the hard point of her nipple.

“I bend forward and kiss you there. Kiss your pussy. Your inner labia. I run my tongue the length of your sex. I stick my tongue inside you, into your little virgin pussy.”

Suddenly Becky pushed Violet away. “I can’t do this any more. I’m getting too turned on and, don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t trust you. Well I do trust you, the problem is I trust you to be aggressive and I don’t trust myself to be strong-willed enough to refuse once I’m totally worked up like I am now.”

“Well don’t refuse.”

“I have to. I told you. I’m married. Just because you are a girl doesn’t mean it isn’t wrong. Plus I’m not gay. So it feels wrong even to let you touch me, touch my nipple. And I’m really self-conscious here in a bar even though you don’t seem to give a shit that we are in public.”

“I can hardly get you naked in public though.”

“Is that what you want? To get me naked? I suppose it is.”

“I’m hardly hiding it, am I?”

“I’m going to go,” Becky said. “You are too aggressive to be safe. Somehow you’ll find a way to change my mind if I stay.”

“You make it sound as if I have magical powers.”

“It seems you do. I’m not into girls and yet…I’m all…you know.”

“Aroused. Wet. Shivery. Glowing.”

“Something like that. Thank goodness we are in public. Otherwise you’d probably…I don’t know what.”

“Probably. You’d be cumming. Cumming from the touch of my tongue. Cumming for a woman for the first time in your life.”

“Oh my. It even sounds half appealing.”

“It is more than half appealing. It’s fully appealing.”

“I don’t think so. But I have to admit I enjoyed talking to you. In fact it’s been the most sexual fun I’ve had for ages.”

“Really? I guess your husband isn’t an adventurous lover.”

“Not really. Very conventional and very Asian. Sex is about the man’s pleasure not the woman’s.”

“So you should get another lover. A boyfriend.”

“I have thought about it, but it is more of a fantasy. I’m a mother with kids. I don’t have any good way to meet anyone new.”

“What about men you already know?”

“I don’t think I could do it with a friend. Besides, most of them are married to female friends of mine, which makes it doubly bad. And it seems so wrong. I think of myself as a faithful happily married woman. Sleeping with another man doesn’t fit that image no matter how much immediate pleasure it might bring.”

“I know how you can have immediate pleasure and still be a happily married woman who has never slept with another man.”

Violet leaned in and once again kissed Becky. Their tongues touched for the first time. She pulled away enough to talk. “You should try it.” They kissed again, for longer, and more urgently this time.

“Oh my god you have me so worked up. It is almost tempting. I think of myself as completely straight.”

“All women are somewhat bisexual.”

“I can’t deny that you have me…almost where you want me.”

“Don’t think too hard about it. I’ll make sure your first time is perfect.”

“We can’t today. For any number of reasons. Not the least of which is that I have to go home and cook my family dinner.”

“So will you meet me again?”

“Maybe. But if you pick up where you left off, who knows where I’ll end up.”

“But don’t you want to find out?”

“Half of me does. The other half wants to run away.”

Violet laughed. “The top half wants to run away. The bottom half wants to find out. Your brain wants to run away. Your pussy wants to find out.”

“OK.”

“OK what?”

“OK I’ll meet you again. But only in public like here. I absolutely don’t trust you in private.”

“You mean you don’t trust yourself in private. Let go. What’s that Nike slogan? Just do it.”

“It’s easy for you to say ‘Just do it.’ You aren’t married. You didn’t promise to be faithful to someone else. If I let you fuck me—do lesbians even say that?—if I let you fuck me, you aren’t breaking any vows, it’s just a bit of fun. It’s a big deal for me though. Plus I’ve only ever had one lover in my life, so that’s another big step.”

The two women exchanged phone numbers and left the bar. On the bus home Violet reflected on the day. She’d got close, close to getting Becky into her bed, perhaps as close as she could have done in public in a bar. Plus there would be a next time, another opportunity. Her pussy was aching. She knew she’d want to masturbate the moment she was in private. Relieve the tension that had been building all afternoon in the bar. It would take but a moment to get off.

Violet texted Becky several times but she was too busy, or maybe just reluctant and pretending to be busy. But a couple of weeks later she agreed to meet Violet in the same bar that they had been in before.

Violet had an idea. She went on the net and looked how much a room would cost in the hotel across the street. Pretty affordable, worth it if she could get Becky there. She took a deep breath and booked a room for that night.

When the day arrived, Violet went there early. She checked into the hotel and left a change of clothes in the room. She decided she wanted a toy of some sort. Having no privacy at home she had never dared buy anything before. But she knew there was a sex-shop up the street so she went there and purchased a dildo, a shiny plastic cock. She picked a purple cylindrical one. Somehow it seemed less intimidating than the ones that tried to be a realistic color and shape. She went back to the hotel and put it under the pillow. She was tempted to try it on herself immediately, since she’d never used one before, but she decided to delay. If Becky came to the room it would get plenty of use. If she didn’t, it would be her consolation prize.

Before she left, Violet put turned on the TV and switched it to an all music channel. She partly closed the curtains so that it wasn’t too bright. Then she went to the bar early to make sure Becky didn’t see her cross the road from the hotel. Violet had already drunk half a beer by the time she arrived. Violet had chosen another table at the back of the bar, almost in the shadows and away from any of the other customers that afternoon.

Violet got Becky a beer and sat down beside her.

“OK,” Violet asked.

“I guess. I’m not sure I should have come. I feel like I’m going to disappoint you.”

Violet leaned forward and gave Becky a brief kiss on the lips.

“You won’t disappoint me. You’d have disappointed me if you hadn’t come.”

“I feel like I’m a schoolgirl again. An inexperienced virgin.”

“And I still have a schoolgirl crush on you. There’s nothing I want more than to kiss you.”

Violet leaned forward and kissed Becky again, a longer kiss this time. Becky didn’t make any attempt to move away but she didn’t really respond at first. Then, as if making a decision to follow the path and see where it ended up, she suddenly started to move her lips against Violet’s, and then tentatively pushed her tongue out until it touched Violet’s. Violet put a hand on Becky’s leg and gently stroked her thigh as they continued to kiss.

They broke the kiss and sat up. Each of them took a gulp of their beer as if they were too hot and needed to cool down. Violet continued to stroke Becky’s thigh, slowly inching her fingers higher up her leg.

Becky suddenly took the lead and started to kiss Violet again. Their tongues swirled against each other. Violet slid her hand up Becky’s thigh until the side of her finger was lightly rubbing against Becky’s pussy through her pants. Becky let out a small moan. Violet’s pussy flooded with arousal. She was pretty sure Becky would bend to her will that afternoon.

Violet sat up and finished her beer.

“Let’s go,” said Violet grabbing Becky’s hand and pulling her to her feet.

“Where to?”

“Somewhere else.”

She guided Becky across the road hoping that she wouldn’t put up any resistance. They entered the hotel and went to the elevator. But instead of pressing the button for the rooftop bar, Violet pressed a lower floor. Becky seemed in a daze as Violet took her down the corridor, opened the door and the two women went into the room. She locked the door.

Violet started to kiss Becky aggressively, driving her tongue into the other woman’s mouth. Her hand went to Becky’s breast and started to stroke it. She pushed Becky backwards so the edge of the bed hit her behind the knees and the two women collapsed onto the bed, Becky on her back with Violet on top of her. Violet straddled her, almost immobilizing her. They lay there for a while, kissing, their breasts pressed against each other.

“Slow down,” Becky said. “You are going too fast for me.”

“OK,” Violet said. “Just sit there.”

Violet stood up. Becky slid up the bed and leaned back against the headboard watching her. Violet started to dance, moving her hips time to the music she’d put on earlier. After a minute or so, she started to slowly unbutton her shirt. She opened it and continued to dance as she slowly slipped it off her shoulders and tossed it onto a chair. She danced a bit more in just her bra until she eventually reached behind and unclasped it. Then she held it against her breasts, watching Becky watching her, as she slowly lowered it exposing them. She felt her nipples harden in the cooler air and the sexual tension in the room.

Still swaying her hips she undid the button on her pants and lowered the zip. She pushed her pants down a little bit. She moved her hands above her head, forcing her breasts to stick out proudly, and shook her hips. Slowly her pants worked their way down over her hips until they suddenly feel to her knees. Keeping her hands above her head, Violet continued to dance, working her pants down to her ankles and eventually she kicked them away. She stood there dancing to the slow music in just a pair of white lacy panties. She slowly rotated giving Becky a view of her ass.

She wondered whether to keep her panties on but Becky seemed almost hypnotized by her swaying body so decided to get completely naked. She turned again and when she was facing away from Becky she pushed her panties down over her hips and let them drop to the floor, giving Becky a complete view of her ass. She turned back to face Becky, who then got to see the first hint of Violet’s pussy, hidden behind a triangle of silky black pubes. Violet put her hands above her head again and unashamedly showed off her naked body, moving her hips now in a more suggestively sexual way.

Becky clapped her hands, as if applauding the performance. “I’ve never seen a striptease before,” she said. “I can see why men like watching women strip.”

“So do women,” said Violet, still moving naked body to the music. “At least I do.”

The naked Violet crawled onto the bed towards fully-clothed Becky, still sitting leaning against the headboard of the bed. She straddled Becky’s legs and the two women kissed again. Violet sat up on Becky’s legs and slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. With one finger she beckoned to Becky to lean forward, and when she complied, she pushed her blouse off, reached behind her and undid her bra.

Becky put a hand onto her bra as if to stop Violet removing it, and then just as quickly changed her mind and took it away again. Violet pulled it down her arms and tossed it off the bed. She started to caress Becky’s breasts, stroking the undersides with the tips of her fingers, circling around both whole breasts deliberately avoiding her big nipples. Finally she let her fingertips move onto the areolas before just gently nudging against her nipples.

“Beautiful breasts,” Violet said as she felt Becky’s nipples hardening against her fingers.

“Not as firm as they used to be. Nor as yours.”

“I’ve not had babies. It makes a big difference.”

Violet lowered one of her breasts towards Becky’s mouth.

“Oh wow,” she said. “I’ve never done this before. I hope I do it right.”

“Whatever you do will be fine,” Violet said as she lowered her breast the last little distance and felt Becky’s tongue tentatively touch her nipple.

“That’s perfect,” Violet said encouragingly as Becky’s tongue started to circle her nipple, which promptly went rock hard. Somehow a tongue on her nipple caused little quivers in her vagina.

Violet moved so that her other breast was over Becky’s mouth. Becky moved her head up and gently closed her teeth over Violet’s nipple.

“Careful,” said Violet.

“You don’t like it?”

“I love it. I’m just worried you might bite too hard.”

The tip of Becky’s tongue flicked over the end of Violet’s nipple, immobilized by her teeth.

“Oh fuck that’s good,” Violet sighed.

Violet sat up again on Becky’s legs. The two woman looked at each other.

“Still OK,” Violet asked.

“Yes. It feels much more natural than I expected.”

Violet reached down to where the waistband of Becky’s pants was almost beneath her own naked pussy. She unhooked the clip and lowered the zip.

“I’m not going too fast?” said Violet.

“No. But leave my panties on though. I need to summon up some courage before I will be able to let you take them off.”

She rolled off Becky, grabbed the waist of her pants and, as Becky lifted up her ass, pulled them down and off. Becky was now down to just a pair of black panties.

Violet lay down on the bed and Becky moved to lie beside her. The two women kissed again. Violet let one hand slip across Becky’s stomach and slide onto the front of her panties. She could sense Becky tense up. Touching her pussy would be a big step.

Violet could feel Becky’s pubes through the thin material. “Relax,” she said quietly as she moved her fingers lower, gently touching the outside of her pussy through her panties. She started to very slowly rub her pussy, barely pressing her fingers against the soft fleshiness of her sex.

“You are so gentle now,” Becky said. “I thought you were going to be all aggressive and…what is it lesbians say?…butch. You are so different from a man…well, I suppose I only know one man so I shouldn’t generalize too much.”

Violet moved her hand back up onto Becky’s stomach. “Ready?” she said.

“Oh my god, yes. I’m so turned on.”

Violet slipped her fingertips under the waistband of Becky’s panties and pushed her hand through her pubes to the top of her slit. As if there was a secret button Violet had just pressed, Becky suddenly spread her legs wide. Violet took that as in invitation and pushed her hand between Becky’s legs so that her fingers were amongst the wet folds of Becky’s pussy.

“Oh wow,” Becky moaned as Violet’s fingers slipped back and forth in the wetness. She pushed a finger into the entrance to Becky’s cunt and then slid it in deeper.

“Ohhhh,” Becky moaned as Violet’s finger penetrated her body. Violet started to gently stroke Becky’s pussy, starting inside her vagina and spreading her juices up over her clit, in long slow strokes.

“Oh my, you do that so much better…sorry, you do everything so much better. I can’t believe how good this all feels. You really know what you are doing.”

“I’ve had a little practice since you were my schoolgirl crush.”

“Will you…I’m not sure if it has a name…will you…like you told me the other day…with your tongue. It’s a bit daunting but I want to experience it.”

Violet pulled her hand out of Becky’s panties. Becky moved her legs back together and lifted up her ass, and Violet pulled them down and off. Finally both women were completely naked. Becky spread her legs again and Violet moved between her thighs, getting her first sight of Becky’s pussy, her labia swollen with excitement.

Violet very lightly ran the tip of her tongue the length of Becky’s pussy. She shivered. “Oh wow that’s good,” she sighed. “I thought it might be too weird.” With her fingers she gently opened up Becky’s pussy, unhooding her clit, exposing her opening. She used the tip of her tongue to nuzzle her clit. Becky’s let out a long sigh of pleasure as Violet’s tongue worked its magic, just touching her clit enough to send spasms of joyful pleasure shooting through her body.

As she continued to lick her clit, Violet pushed a finger into Becky’s cunt. She started to finger-fuck her when she remembered the dildo she’d bought that afternoon. She lifted up her head.

“Reach under that pillow,” she said to Becky. Becky found the dildo and passed it to Violet.

Once again Violet lowered her head and started to lick Becky’s clit. At the same time she ran the point of the dildo up and down between her lips, lubricating it with Becky’s juice. She positioned the point of the head in the entrance to Becky’s body and slowly pushed it into her about an inch. Becky groaned. Violet pulled it out a little and then pushed it in, a little further this time. Her body barely resisted. In no time the dildo was completely in her.

Becky was moaning quietly, but almost continuously. Violet guessed she was close to orgasm. Her tongue danced rhythmically on Becky’s clit, her hand fucked her regularly with the dildo.

“Oh my god, keep going, yes, oh Vi, yes,” Becky moaned as her orgasm welled up inside her. “Oh yes, fuck me with that cock,” Becky squealed. Suddenly her body shook like she was possessed. “Oh my god, I’m cumming Vi. Don’t stop fucking me.” Violet carried on licking and fucking Becky until her body went limp and she lay exhausted from her powerful climax. Violet pulled the dildo from her and moved up the bed to lie alongside her.

Becky opened her eyes. “That was amazing. I mean I can’t remember anything so intense before. Years ago if so.”

Violet kissed her. “It was a pleasure for me too. It’s at least as much fun to do a girl as it is to be done by one.”

“I want to do something for you now. I want to touch your pussy but I’m not sure exactly where it is.”

Violet laughed. “I think you know where it is. Just perhaps not what to do when you get there.”

Violet took one of Becky’s hands in hers and guided it down across her body as she parted her legs. She pushed Becky’s hand against her pussy.

“Ooo,” Becky said. “It feels a bit weird. I thought it would be like touching mine but it isn’t. I’m not really sure what’s what.”

Violet took one of Becky’s fingers and guided it up and down between her labia. “These are my inner lips,” she said. She moved Becky’s finger higher and circled her fingertip on her clit. “This is my clit. Can you feel it?”

“I suppose so. It’s hard to make out. Not at all like touching my own clit because…well, because there’s so much feeling from my clit itself, I suppose. I never really notice how it feels to my finger.”

Violet guided Becky’s finger back down between her lips. She pushed the tip into the entrance to her vagina. “This is the entrance to my pussy. Push your finger right in, but slowly.”

Becky experimentally pushed her finger up into Violet. “You feel funny. Sort of warm and slippery and tight like a meaty glove or something.”

Violet giggled. “That sounds so complimentary. I want to put my fingers in your meaty glove.”

“So what do I do?”

“What do you want to do? Finger me or lick me.”

“Oh gosh, I don’t know if I can lick you. That seems too weird. Scary.”

“Do you like oysters?”

“Yes. But what has that got to do with it?”

“Eating a raw oyster is far weirder than licking a pussy. In my totally unbiased opinion.”

“OK. I’ll try it.” Becky moved down the bed and Violet spread her legs wide for her.

“Show me where your clit is again?”

Violet reached down and with one hand she spread her pussy open, exposing the tiny pink bud of her clit. “Here,” she said, pointing to it. “Put your finger on it.” Becky put a finger gently on her clit. “That’s right. Now replace your finger with the tip of your tongue.”

Violet felt Becky’s tongue on her clit. “Your pussy is slightly like an oyster. Fleshy and wet and a little bit salty.”

“I guess that’s more romantic than a meaty glove,” Violet said laughing.

“So how do I move my tongue?”

“As long as you aren’t rough, pretty much anything will feel good. Move your tongue on my clit something like the way you like to move your fingertip on your own.” Becky started to circle her tongue around Violet’s clit. “Yes, like that. Mmm, that’s perfect.”

Becky seemed to get more comfortable as she continued to lick Violet’s clit while Violet moaned sweet nothings of encouragement.

“Do you want to put your finger in me?” Not really a question, almost an instruction.

“I’ll try. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Violet felt Becky’s finger between her lips, trying to find the entrance to her body. “That’s right,” Violet said as Becky’s fingertip just penetrated her. She gingerly pushed her finger in a little deeper. “Now move your finger back and forth inside me while you lick me. Oh, yes. Just like that. Keep going.”

Becky lifted her head. “Do you want me to push the penis thing…what do you call it?”

“A dildo.”

“Do you want me to push the dildo into you?”

“OK. But you’ll need to be careful. I’ve never…it’s my first toy.”

“And I suppose you’ve never had a real one…a real penis…in you.”

“No. So by straight girls’ standards I’m a virgin. I’ve not had penis-in-vagina sex.”

“So it might hurt. It did for me the first time with my husband.”

“I think I’ve had enough fingers in there that I’m probably fine. But we’ll see.”

Violet passed Becky the dildo. Becky pulled her finger out of Violet’s cunt and replaced it with the point of the dildo.

“Ready?” Becky asked.

“Go slowly, but yes.”

Becky slowly but firmly started to work the dildo into Violet. She would pull it back a little and then push it firmly forward, stretching out Violet’s pussy to accommodate the unyielding plastic. Violet winced a little as her pussy distended to fit something as large as a real cock for the first time in her life. She tried to relax and ignore the twinges of pain.

“Keep going, I’m fine,” she said. Suddenly her body stopped resisting and felt the dildo slip deeper inside her. She guessed that her vagina had opened up enough to fit the width of the cylinder. Becky continued to gradually work it deeper into Violet’s body.

“It feels…different. It feels about twice as thick as I know it really is.”

“But it feels good?”

“Yes. I think so. I’m still getting used to it.” She laughed. “I can see why straight girls like cocks.”

Becky laughed too. “They can be great fun. Depending on who they are attached to. Maybe you should try one one day.”

Becky bent down and once again licked Violet’s clit, while at the same time she started to fuck her with the plastic cock. Violet could feel her arousal starting to simmer and then come to the boil.

“Keep going like that,” she said. “You’ll make me cum.”

The novel feeling of having a cock inside her, even if it was a plastic one, was surprisingly exciting. And, of course, she always loved the feeling of a tongue on her clit. It was also extra special when it was a straight woman licking a clit for the first time in her life. Somehow her lack of technique was balanced out by the thrill of her reluctance, the thrill that Violet was successfully persuading her to do something she had been hesitant to do.

Violet felt her orgasm building up. “Oh yes,” she moaned, “keep going, keep going. Oh gosh I’m cumming. Don’t stop. Fuck yes.” Violet’s climax burst through her body, waves of pleasure radiating from her cunt where the plastic cock pumped sexual arousal into her. “Oh Becky, you are making me cum and it feels wonderful,” she cried. “Don’t stop.”

As Violet’s orgasm died away, Becky pulled the dildo from her cunt and moved up the bed. The two women wrapped their arms around each other and kissed.

“Well, that was a first for both of us,” Becky said. “The first time I’ve licked a pussy and the first time you’ve had a cock…well, a pseudo-cock…in you. How did I do?”

“You made me cum. That’s the ultimate review. Just like with an erotic story.”