She was reluctant in almost anything but most evident was her sexual reticence. It took forever and quite a bit of wine to get her naked with only a finger in her soaking pussy. My claims of “blue balls” did not fall on receptive ears. She had never touched a penis and had no plans touching mine. As I probed her tight pussy, first with one finger then a second, her hips began a slow twist and a soft, quiet moan slipped between her lips.
I rolled to my side pulling my shirt off, then my pants. We had never been naked together before. Reaching over, I took her breast in my hand and leaned to pull her erect nipple to my mouth. First I moved from one to another, flicking them with the tip of my tongue, then pausing to nurse each.
Her head fell back on the pillow as her hips arched upward in slow thrusts, my fingers returning to her now soaked pussy finding her pebble-like clitoris sending shock waves through her body. My leg moved between her thighs which clamped my thigh tightly pressing her pubic bone hard against me. The pressure of her arousal and my two fingers now probing deeper and deeper into her caused a series of shudders.
My hard cock ratcheting against her body coated her thigh with precum. She pulled my face to hers in a violent, passionate kiss as I rolled over between her legs. My cock nestled in her pubic hair hoping to find its way into her wet pussy. She shifted her hips to prevent entry.
As an alternative I moved down her body, my chin now resting on her wet pubic hair. As I dipped my chin, my tongue flicked her clit eliciting a deep moan and an upward arch of her hips. Nuzzling her drenched pussy my tongue began to slide in and out of her pussy, her legs draped over my shoulders, her hands gripping my head. She was ecstatic.
Her body began to tremble, foretelling…maybe an orgasm. Her arms flew out to either side of her body, hands gripping the sheets as she exploded in a furious bucking and howls of pleasure. My head bounced between her legs attempting to maintain contact with her clenching pussy…then in a single stab of passion she arched her hips, held on for a moment then fucked my face with uncontrolled orgasmic lunges until through a combination of satisfaction and exhaustion she sighed and fell back on the bed.
I leaned on my elbows, face coated in her wetness and asked… Well you know what I asked.
With a sadness that did not equal mine she said she could not reciprocate. She said she had something to tell me. Puzzled, I leaned forward in anticipation and she admitted she was bisexual, leaning mostly towards women or so she thought having never been with a woman. I suggested she should at least have one man so that it would be a balanced decision.
To this day I hope she decides to find that balance.
