Violet had been rushed off her feet during lunch in the café. Finally there were just a handful of people left. It was only then that she noticed that the blonde woman was reading the Rough Guide to Singapore. It was unusual to get a tourist in the café since it was far from the usual tourist haunts. Even a white woman was a little unusual. Most of the customers, like Violet herself, were Chinese.
“Can I have another cup of coffee?” the woman asked when Violet passed near her table.
Violet went and poured another cup. On her way back she looked at the woman more closely. He guessed she was mid-twenties. Maybe American. She was average height, with blonde hair tied back in a pony-tail. She was dressed in a summer top, one of those ones with a built-in bra. The tops of her suntanned breasts were visible where they did a nice job of filling out the top. A few inches of her midriff were visible below the top and below that she was wearing khaki shorts that hid the tops of what were clearly nicely shaped legs.
Without really deciding to do so, Violet found herself imagining what it would be like to pull that top up, revealing the woman’s breasts. And to pull the shorts down revealing the woman’s slit, to slide her fingers…
Violet was broken out of her reverie since she realized the woman was speaking to her.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
“I said, can I ask you a question when you have a moment?”
“Of course.” Violet put the coffee down and sat down on a chair at her table, glad to get the weight off her feet, and glad to get an opportunity to inspect the woman at close quarters. She really was very attractive.
“What bars would you recommend for this evening?”
“Well, that depends on what you are looking for.”
“I want to meet people.”
“Do you want to meet other tourists or locals?”
“Oh, definitely locals. I can meet tourists anytime. Half of them probably come from London anyway. I didn’t come halfway round the world to meet someone from up the street.”
“So you are from London?”
“Yes. I was here on business for a couple of days staying downtown. But I decided to stay a few days on my own so I ended up over here. I’m couchsurfing.”
“Couchsurfing? What’s that?”
“It’s a site on the internet. Basically you let people sleep on your couch for free when you are at home and you get to sleep on other people’s couches when you are traveling. I’m staying just round the corner. The people I’m staying with are away tonight so tonight’s my one opportunity.”
“One opportunity for what?”
“To meet a local.”
“Why does it matter if the people are away?” Violet asked. She suddenly clicked as to what the woman meant. “Ah. I understand. I was being dumb. You want to…” Violet paused, not quite sure how to phrase it.
The woman looked at the tongue-tied Violet. “I want to get laid, yes.”
“You are very direct,” Violet said.
“I didn’t offend you did I?”
“Not at all. Just surprised me. People don’t usually come to the café and ask me where they can go to find a guy. You are into guys, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Pity,” said Violet.
“Why?” the woman said. Then she laughed. “OK. Now it’s my turn to be dumb. You’re into women, I guess.”
Violet raised a finger to her lips. “Ssh, it’s technically illegal in Singapore.”
“Really? So there are no lesbian bars or anything?”
“No, there are some of those. In Singapore what is official and what actually happens are not always the same thing.”
“Will you take me to one?”
“Why? I thought you wanted to find a guy. That’s not a very good place to start looking.”
“I know. But I’d be interested to see a does-not-exist lesbian bar here. We can go to a regular bar later.”
“I doubt a lesbian bar here is much different from one in London.”
“It will be. It will be full of all sorts of different Asians, for a start. That’s pretty exotic to a boring white Londoner.”
“Some of them may hit on you. A white woman is exotic for Asian lesbians.”
“Then you’ll have to pretend to be my date so I’m off-limits.”
Violet felt a flutter in her stomach. “You might have to let me kiss you to make the illusion complete.” She held her breath, hoping she hadn’t gone too far.
The blonde woman laughed. “I’ve survived worse.”
“Then I’d love to be your date tonight,” Violet said. “I’m Violet, by the way.”
“I’m Heather.” She held out her hand in mock-formality.
Violet moved forward to shake it and kept moving forward and kissed Heather on the cheek. “We’ll have fun.”
Violet and Heather arranged to meet in a Starbucks near the bar, rather than at the bar itself. That way it didn’t matter if one of them was a bit late, and Heather wouldn’t have to brave entering a lesbian bar on her own.
Violet was slightly early at the café so she ordered herself a coffee and sat down. Heather arrived about five minutes later, got her own drink and joined Violet at her table. She was wearing tight jeans and a black T-shirt stretched tight across her breasts, with a logo in shiny silver. Her breasts moved slightly as she walked. Violet guessed she’d not bothered with a bra.
“I’ve got a confession. I’ve never been to a lesbian bar before,” she said. “Where are we going?”
“It’s called ‘Cow and Coolies’”
“Do they only allow women there?”
“No, there’ll be some men in there too. But it’s mostly lesbian women.” Violet took a sip of her coffee. “Have you ever been with a woman?” she continued, trying to sound casual.
“Never.”
“Not even kissed one?”
“No, never. Well, on the cheek of course. Is it different from a guy kissing you?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never kissed a guy.” Violet paused, wondering how curious Heather was. Finally, she said quietly, “Do you want to find out?”
There was a real tension in the air. Heather said nothing. Violet leant forward slowly. Heather made no move to back away as Violet’s mouth approached her own. Violet kissed her mouth very gently. At first Heather didn’t really react at first and then she started to move her lips a little too, started to kiss Violet back. Violet broke the kiss, best not to push it too far too fast, even though she’d have loved to.
“Wow,” said Heather. “That was so different from when a guy kisses you. Much softer, much more…well, feminine.”
“You know, I’ve never kissed anyone who wasn’t Chinese.”
“I’ve never kissed anyone who was.”
Violet leant forward again. Heather leant forward too, meeting her halfway. This time as Violet kissed Heather she pushed her tongue forward a little, hovering in the front of her own mouth hoping that Heather’s tongue would come exploring. Violet gently moved her lips on Heather’s, feeling Heather once again start to kiss her back. When the tip of Heather’s tongue touched Violet’s, Violet felt a jolt of excitement, anticipation of the possibilities for what the evening might bring. Their tongues slowly circled each other as the kiss got deeper and more passionate. Violet wanted to carry on kissing Heather for the whole evening, but she sensed other people in the café watching them disapprovingly.
“We’d better go to the bar,” Violet said quietly. She got up. As they left the café Violet took Heather’s hand. She was pleased that Heather grasped it rather than pulling away. She wasn’t sure if Heather was pretending to be her date or really was her date. She wasn’t sure if and when Heather might stop her. Of course she was hoping she wouldn’t stop her at all, that she’d become Violet’s lover for the night. Violet loved hunting straight women, loved to be their first female lover. It was like they were virgins all over again, not quite sure what to do, not quite sure if they should, hesitant, nervous, skittish, curious. They needed to be seduced. And then, in bed, what they lacked in technique they made up for in inexperienced enthusiasm.
Violet and Heather walked up the street and into the bar. There were a lot of people there, a few men, one of whom was singing some karaoke, and a huge crowd of women. The two of them went to the bar to get themselves a couple of beers.
“You have to drink Tiger beer tonight,” Violet said.
“Why?” Heather asked.
“Because tonight is your Singapore experience so you have to drink Singapore beer to go with it. Otherwise it would be like drinking sake with a perfect French meal.”
Violet turned to the bar to order. Heather was behind her and leant forward against her. Violet could feel her breasts pressed against her back.
“So what’s the next part of my Singapore experience?” Heather whispered, her lips right by Violet’s ear.
Violet turned her head to answer but Heather’s mouth was just there so she held her own mouth still, expectant. Daring. Hoping. Heather moved the last short distance and kissed Violet. Violet felt a shiver of pleasure between her legs, partially from the eroticism of the kiss, partially from a realization that Heather might really be hers that night.
“What would you like it to be?” she asked.
“I want an Asian adventure.”
“But how adventurous are you?”
“I don’t know yet. But I want to find out.”
They took the two beers and were lucky that a crowd of women was just leaving so they managed to get a couple of seats at a table. They sat next to each other on a bench, the table in front of them. Violet put one hand on the back of Heather’s neck and pulled her towards her mouth. Their lips met, their tongues jousted, ripples of arousal spread from her mouth through her body, and she hoped that Heather was feeling the same. Violet pushed her tongue deeper into Heather’s mouth, pleased to feel her respond.
Violet moved her other hand to Heather’s waist, lightly stroking her side as they continued to kiss. She moved her hand higher so that it was brushing the edge of Heather’s breast. She was half-expecting to be pushed off, but Heather continued to kiss her back. Violet let her thumb drift across Heather’s breast until she felt her nipple through the cotton of her T-shirt. It was rock hard. Heather moaned quietly as Violet flicked the flat of her thumb across the end of the nipple.
Violet moved her hand from Heather’s neck and they moved apart. Heather picked up her cold beer and took a large gulp. “I’m going to melt if you keep me on fire like this.”
Violet put her hand on Heather’s thigh, largely out of sight under the table. She moved her hand up, running her fingertips along the inner seam of Heather’s jeans. She sensed Heather tense, holding her breath, awaiting a touch in that most intimate of places. But Violet teased her and didn’t quite touch her. She got close enough to feel the heat coming off Heather’s pussy just before she moved her hand back down towards Heather’s knee, having not reached quite high enough to contact her denim-clad lips. Heather’s body relaxed and she breathed out.
Violet leant forward again, but instead of kissing Heather’s mouth, she kissed her on the neck, planting a line of little kisses up her neck, on her earlobe, on her ear. She slid her fingers up Heather’s leg again until she could feel the heat of her arousal again. “I’m going to touch your pussy,” Violet whispered in Heather’s ear. “Isn’t that exciting? Just the thought of it is making me wet.” Violet slid her hand the last tiny gap until the back of her thumb could feel the fleshiness of Heather’s outer lip where it bulged around the seam of her tight jeans. Heather’s whole body jerked at the contact. Violet continued to rub Heather’s lip softly with her thumb while she carried on whispering. “You’ve never had a woman touch your pussy before, I know. I wish everyone would go away and I could strip you naked. I want to taste you.” She pushed her thumb more firmly against Heather’s lip. Heather pushed her hips forward slightly, pressing her pussy harder against Heather’s hand.
Violet didn’t want to got Heather too excited here in the bar. She removed her hand, sat up straight and took a drink of her beer. Heather took another large gulp of beer, trying to calm herself down a little. “You know when I said at your café I wanted to get laid tonight by a local? I wasn’t expecting it to be you.”
“We’ve got three things that we can do,” Violet said. “We can sit here frustrated by our clothing and our audience, we can go down to the bathroom for some quick relief, or we can go to your couch and then we’ve got all night.”
“You’ll have to take the lead. I mean…I’ve not done this before so I won’t really be sure what you want me to do. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Stop worrying. Finish your beer and we’ll go.”
“I’ll pay for a taxi. I don’t want to wait a moment longer than necessary.”
In the taxi they cuddled. Violet thought about pushing her hand under the hem of Heather’s T-shirt and exploring her breasts, but decided it would be best to keep that as a treat to savor later. Instead she rested her head on Heather’s shoulder and whispered to her, speaking too quietly for the taxi driver to hear. “I’m going to undress you and finally get to play with your beautiful breasts. I want to feel them in my mouth. I want to feel your hard nipples under my tongue. Do you have sensitive nipples? I bet you do. And I want to really feel your pussy properly, to run my finger up between your lips, push my fingers into you. I want to lick your clit. I want to make you come.” While Violet was talking, Heather just quietly moaned “yes, yes.”
Heather paid the taxi and the two women went into the apartment. Violet reached out for Heather but Heather pulled away, something on her mind. She unfolded the bed out of the sofa-bed so that it would not need to be done later. Finally she turned to face Violet.
“I feel a little scared,” she said. “Like I’m a teenager again.”
Violet took the blonde woman in her arms. “Welcome,” she said and then kissed her gently and repeatedly, slow kisses, her tongue just teasing Heather’s. She stepped back, grasped the hem of Heather’s T-shirt at either side and pulled it up. Heather raised her arms so that Violet could get the shirt over her head. Heather was naked from the waist up. Violet pulled the hem of her own top out of her pants, but Heather stopped her.
“Let me do that. I want to…I want to undress you too.”
Heather slowly pulled the straps of Violet’s top off her shoulders and pulled the top down below her breasts, revealing Violet’s bra. She reached behind Violet with one hand and tried unsuccessfully to undo the clasp. She laughed. “No wonder boys have such problems.” She reached around Violet with the other hand so that she could finally undo the bra using both hands. She pulled it away, revealing Violet’s breasts. “Yours are so different from mine,” Heather said, inspecting her almost clinically. “Your skin is so brown compared to mine, you’ve got big brown nipples and I’ve got little pink ones.” Heather reached out and experimentally slid her fingers onto one of Violet’s breast. Violet knew it was the first time Heather had ever touched another woman’s breast.
Violet put her hand on the back of Heather’s head and gently guided her down to her breast. She moved her chest so that she guided her breast into Heather’s mouth. When Heather’s tongue touched her already-hard nipple a jolt of electric arousal shot straight to her groin.
“That’s right,” Violet said encouragingly as Heather started to explore her nipple with her tongue. Violet reached behind Heather and softly stroked the bare skin of her back.
“The other one’s feeling left out,” Violet murmured.
Heather moved her attentions to Violet’s other breast, first kissing all around Violet’s nipple without actually touching it, then licking Violet’s breast in a circle gradually closing in until her tongue was running in a circle on the areole and then finally circling the nipple itself. “Oh yes, you are really turning me on,” Violet sighed.
Violet crouched down in front of Heather, reached out and started to unbutton her jeans. Heather grabbed Violet’s hand as if to stop her.
“Not yet,” she said. “I’m…I don’t know what I am. Shy, I guess.”
“Don’t worry,” Violet said, “we don’t have to rush.”
“I’m not sure if I can do it. I mean…I think I want to. When you touched me in the bar I wanted my jeans to be gone, I wanted your hand to really be touching me. But now you can, I don’t feel so sure.”
Violet stood up, a bit disappointed. But she knew that if she could get Heather aroused again, get her pussy aching to be touched then, lost in her passion, her jeans would peel off without resistance and Heather would surrender completely.
“It’s OK,” she said reassuringly. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
She put her arms around Heather’s waist and pulled their bodies together. Their naked breasts pressed against each other as they came together for another extended kiss. Violet stroked Heather’s back while they kissed. Violet then planted a little trail of fluttery kisses down onto the swell of Heather’s breast. She felt Heather’s body shiver when she kissed the nipple. She sucked Heather’s nipple into her mouth and gently closed her mouth over it. Heather moaned as she started to flick the tip of her tongue over the tip of the nipple while her teeth very lightly bit down on it.
Violet’s hands, still stroking Heather’s back, moved lower past the waistband of her jeans and onto the cheeks of her ass. Violet’s mouth coaxed arousal out of Heather’s breasts while her fingers slipped lower around the curve of her ass. Violet moved her mouth lower, off Heather’s breast and onto her stomach. Her tongue circled in her navel but she continued lower, her trail of kisses moving off her skin and onto her jeans. She kissed her way down the front of Heather’s jeans, all the time holding Heather in place with her hands on her ass. Finally Violet was kissing Heather below the zip, almost where she had been touching her earlier, where the fleshiness of her outer lips bulged out to either side of where her tight jeans cut into her sex. Heather sighed at the touch of Violet’s mouth on her sex, seemingly no longer timid.
As Violet continued to kiss Heather’s lips through the denim, she moved her hands back to the button of her jeans. She waited a moment, seeing if Heather would stop her again. She undid the button and then slowly lowered the zip. She was about to pull Heather’s jeans and panties off in one go when Heather reached down with one hand and grabbed the front of her panties. Violet took this as a sign that she could take off Heather’s jeans as long as she still retained this last small amount of modesty. Violet pulled Heather’s jeans down, working them over her ass until they ended up around her ankles. She stepped out of them, now naked except for a blue pair of boyshorts.
Violet’s hands immediately returned to Heather’s ass and pulled her towards her mouth. She kissed the blue bulge of Heather’s boyshorts where her pussy lips were hidden. She could now feel the contours of her sex more clearly without the thick denim. Heather moaned. Violet ran her tongue along the divide of Heather’s pussy. She could feel the unmistakable line of Heather’s inner lips where they poked between her outer lips. She pushed her tongue harder into Heather’s slit, searching for the little hard point of her clit. Heather’s whole body twitched when Violet’s tongue hit her clit. Her hips made small thrusts, pushing her pussy into Violet’s mouth as her tongue stroked her clit through the thin cotton. Violet continued to work Heather’s clit through her boyshorts, feeling her body tense up as she came closer to orgasm.
Violet waited until Heather’s arousal was at fever pitch. Then she reached across and pulled Heather’s panties to one side exposing her sex, and, before she had a chance to react, pushed her tongue directly into the furrow of Heather’s pussy and onto her clit. Heather yelped, a mixture of surprise and excitement, as a woman’s tongue finally touched her bare pussy for the first time. With one hand Violet spread Heather’s outer lips with her fingers, giving herself more direct access to Heather’s pussy. It was such a different color from her own, Violet thought. Whereas her own pussy lips were light brown, Heather’s were bright pink, almost the color of bubble-gum. She leant forward and ran her tongue over Heather’s clit. “Oh, that’s so good,” she moaned.
Violet brought her other hand up between Heather’s thighs. She trailed a fingertip between Heather’s lips, spreading her juices over her lips. When her finger found Heather’s opening she pushed the first part of her finger into her, eliciting another long moan of pleasure. “Don’t stop, I’m nearly coming.”
The tip of Violet’s tongue circled on Heather’s clit as her finger started to explore deeper into her cunt. She started to slowly fuck Heather with a finger. Then she pushed a second finger into her tight cunt as her arousal reached its limit. Heather cried out as her orgasm burst through her body, an explosion of pleasure radiating out from Violet’s tongue on her clit. Violet’s finger milked still more pleasure from inside her cunt, prolonging her orgasm as waves of ecstasy washed through her. Finally, as Heather’s climax died away, Violet grabbed the sides of her boyshorts and pulled them down to her ankles. Finally she had Heather completely naked.
Violet stood up, put her arms around Heather and kissed her. “That was unbelievable,” Heather said quietly. “It was so different from when a man does it. I mean you just seemed to understand where to touch, how hard to touch, when to touch.”
“That’s because I’ve got a pussy too,” Violet said. “I don’t need an owner’s manual.”
“Do you want me to…to…touch yours?”
“I’d love that more than anything. But remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You’ve already given me lots of pleasure by letting me kiss you and play with your body.”
“I do want to. And even though I’ve got one so I shouldn’t need the owner’s manual, I’ll need some guidance.”
Violet reached down and unbuttoned her pants but Heather stopped her again before she went further.
“No, I’ll do that. I want the whole experience. I’ve never undressed a woman.”
She squatted down in front of Violet, undid the zip and pulled Violet’s pants down leaving her in just a pair of black lacy panties. She reached up, held the sides of the panties, took a deep breath and pulled them down Violet’s thighs until they too lay on the floor.
Again Heather inspected Violet almost scientifically. She’d never seen a naked woman this close, never seen an Asian naked at all. She didn’t want to miss any detail. She reached out and ran her fingertips through Violet’s hair.
“Your pubes are so different from mine,” she said. “Black and silky, and not at all curly.”
Violet moved her feet apart. She took one of Heather’s hands and moved it between her legs. Tentatively, Heather moved her fingers over the folds of Violet’s pussy. “You’re already so wet,” she said.
Heather stood up. “Let’s lie down on the bed,” she suggested. Violet didn’t need any encouragement. She lay down on her back and spread her legs wide, offering her pussy to Heather to experiment with.
“What should I do?” Heather asked.
“Give me your hand,” Violet replied. She wrapped her fist around Heather’s index finger and guided it between her legs. With her other hand she reached down and spread her own lips. She pulled the finger between her inner lips and moved it the length of her pussy. “These are my inner lips,” she explained. She guided the fingertip to her clit. “And that’s my clit. Something men discover but many women don’t realize is that every woman’s clit is different as to how hard it likes to be touched. Some women’s clits are too sensitive to touch directly, some like to be rubbed really roughly. Mine likes it like this.” Violet circled Heather’s fingertip on her clit, applying just the amount of pressure that she most liked.
Next she moved the finger back down between her lips again. She guided the tip of Heather’s finger into the opening to her cunt. “And that’s the entrance to my vagina.” She opened her fist and moved her hand to push Heather’s finger completely into her. Violet held Heather’s hand and moved it so that the finger moved back and forth inside her.
Heather giggled. “That feels weird,” she said. “You feel different from when I put a finger into myself.”
“Some women really have to feel something inside them to be able to come. I like it but I can come without it.”
Violet took her own hand away, but Heather continued to move her finger in and out of her. She carefully moved her thumb so that it started to rub Violet’s clit as her hand moved. Violet watched Heather, so intently focused between her legs. On the one hand she was aroused and having sex. On the other hand she was concentrating hard on a new skill like a musician learning a new tune.
“I might not be able to do it. It seems a bit, well, scary,” Heather said, “but tell me how I should lick you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want to try everything, I want to see if I can.”
“Just explore my pussy with your tongue. Push it between my lips. Push it into the opening to my pussy. Find my clit. It might help to open up my pussy with your fingers so you can see what you are doing. But, you know, almost anything you do with your tongue there will feel wonderful to me. Just do the sort of thing to my pussy with your tongue that feels good when you do it to your own pussy with your finger when you masturbate. Or the things that feel really good when a guy licks you.”
Heather reached out and put her fingertips on Violet’s outer lips. She gently moved them apart to expose the pink interior of Violet’s pussy. Heather moved forward and tentatively touched the tip of her tongue to Violet’s clit as if she were tasting a strange new food that might turn out to be unpleasant. “That’s right,” Violet encouraged. Heather started to move her tongue, making tiny circles around Violet’s clit. She moaned, partially from excitement and partially to keep giving Heather feedback. Heather brought up her hand and tentatively probed between Violet’s lips, feeling for her entrance.
“Push two fingers into me,” Violet instructed. She felt the thickness of Heather’s two fingers as they entered and filled her cunt.
“Now keep licking my clit just like that and fucking me with those two fingers and you’ll make me come.”
Violet put one hand on the blonde’s head. With the other she stroked one of her own nipples. She was getting close to orgasm. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Heather’s tongue as it explored her clit, enjoyed Heather’s fingers nervously fucking her. She felt the beginning of the slow burn of her orgasm well up inside her. “You’ve made me come, don’t stop whatever you do.” Heather licked her clit harder and Violet’s orgasm burned through her body like a wildfire, pleasure spreading from the inexperienced girl’s tongue all the way to her fingers and toes. As her orgasm burned out, she had to push Heather away. She was being too enthusiastic with her over-sensitive clit.
Heather moved up the bed and lay alongside Violet. “I did it,” she said proudly. “Was it OK?”
“It was wonderful. You were perfect.”
“It wasn’t as bad as I expected. I thought it might feel too bizarre to be able to do it.”
“Will you make love to me again? I want to really experience you this time. I was too embarrassed to let you get me completely naked the first time and so I was too tense to completely enjoy it.” She spread her legs wide, showing off her pussy. “Now I’m not shy at all.” She reached down, ran a finger through her tight light-brown curls and casually started to masturbate while Violet watched.
“Let me do that,” Violet said.
Violet leant forward and kissed Heather. She slid her hand across Heather’s stomach and through her hair. The other woman opened her legs wider. Violet used her whole hand to cup Heather’s sex, gently moving her fingers over the wet folds. Violet’s tongue explored Heather’s mouth while her fingers explored her pussy. She curled her middle finger into Heather’s wet hole. Slowly she withdrew it, ran up between Heather’s lips and over her clit. Then back down between her lips and deep into her again. Heather started to move her hips in time with Violet’s finger, rising to meet her finger as it sunk into her cunt each time. Violet kept this up, sensing Heather’s arousal starting to smolder, could feel her body starting to wind up like a spring.
Violet moved her finger to concentrate on Heather’s clit. Heather closed her legs tightly, squeezing her outer lips around Violet’s finger and pushing it harder onto her clit. Violet moved her finger vigorously on Heather’s clit. Heather was moaning now, thrusting her hips back and forth as Violet’s finger roughly fucked her clit.
Violet rolled onto her back. “Squat over me,” she told Heather.
The white girl moved up the bed, positioned on foot on either side of Violet’s head, held onto the back of the sofa for balance and lowered her body so that her pussy came down onto Violet’s mouth. Violet reached up and put her hands under Heather’s ass cheeks as she lowered, opening her sex with her thumbs. Violet’s pushed her tongue into Heather’s cunt as deeply as she could. Then she slipped her tongue the length of Heather’s pussy and onto her hard little clit. She licked back past the opening to Heather’s cunt and between her cheeks, her tongue feeling for the roughness of Heather’s asshole. Heather’s body twitched when she touched it. She licked it briefly before returning to Heather’s clit. Heather seemed to be getting close to coming. She rocked her hips, alternately pressing her pussy against Violet’s mouth before pulling back a little.
Violet realized Heather was just on the cusp of orgasm. She flicked the tip of her tongue fast and hard several times on Heather’s clit. Heather’s climax hit her, less intense than the first time, but longer-lasting. Violet moved back and licked Heather’s pussy in long strokes from asshole to clit as the waves of her climax coursed through her body. Finally her body was still. Violet affectionately kissed Heather’s pink pussy several times while Heather regained her breath.
“That was intense,” Heather said as she got up off Violet’s face and moved to lie alongside her. The two women lay there in each other’s arms, content with the unexpected pleasure that neither of them had anticipated at the start of the evening.
Heather kissed Violet. “Thank you for being my Asian adventure. It was such a surprise but such a good surprise. Stay the rest of the night? I want to fuck you—do lesbians say that?—I want to fuck you again in the morning.”
“Of course I’ll stay. I want to hold you in my arms all night.”
“Well, that’s another difference then. Guys never want to do that. They just want to turn over and go to sleep.”
“Another reason for preferring women. And thank you for being my white fling. It’s been even better than in my fantasies.”