Jean and I had known each other since senior School, and we had partied on and off over the years. She was very attractive, slim, statuesque, with bright emerald eyes and long, luscious, copper-red hair.
She had been known to take lovers of both genders; however, in recent years she had declared herself a lesbian.
Jean had never made a move in my direction which both relieved, and offended me in some small way.
To be honest, at that time I didn't know what I would have done if she ever had shown an interest.
Anyway, I had been going through a painful and messy divorce from an abuser and had lost all interest in men.
During that time, Jean was great support and friend.
One day she suggested that a night out would be good for me. After being in a lengthy social lockdown for a few months, I agreed.
Saturday night, and Jean and I arrived at the bar around 10 pm. She was looked great.
I had always envied her lithe figure, and she was looking particularly attractive, and this was confirmed by the number of prying eyes paying much attention.
She wore a green top which matched her eyes and tight blue jeans which accentuated her long legs and clung to her firm bottom.
I noticed on her left wrist she wore a rainbow coloured bracelet, a reminder of her switching sides, so to speak.
There was an amazing covers band was playing, and we danced the night away.
Needless to say, the more dancing we did, the easier the drinks flowed. I was having fun and feeling great.
The last calls at the bar were at 2 AM.
We enjoyed a slow and giggly last dance together to the song, Night and Day. As we swayed and turned I saw those emerald green eyes gazing into me. I felt myself blush and hoped that Jean wouldn’t notice.
At 3 am we left the bar. That had been a long time throwing back vodka shots.
It had been agreed that I would stay at Jean’s place, as it would be easier.
We stumbled back to her place, laughing like idiots the whole way, finally making it up two flights of stairs to her apartment.
Jean flicked on the light and we shuffled into the living room where she put on some easy listening music, it was Ella Fitzgerald, and the first song on was the very one which we had danced to, prior to leaving the bar. The smooth flow of the music seemed to infuse an air of romance into the room.
It was decided that we would finish off a bottle of wine that was in the fridge, so I went into the kitchen to pour the drinks.
I was standing there at the sink fighting to get the cork from the bottle, when Jean came up behind me, literally right behind me!
She was standing right there so close; I could feel her breasts against my back, and god I jumped right out of my skin.
Putting her arms around me she took the bottle from my hands and placed it in the sink, I had to hold on to the counter I was shaking so badly!
Suddenly nervous, I swallowed hard.
Her hands moved lightly up my arms; just enough to spread goosebumps over my flesh, her fingers raking the sides of my C cup breasts.
She whispered breathily in my ear, “Do you want me to stop, Cat?"
l was unable to breathe, let alone speak.
Jean must have taken my silence as a no.
Her breath was right against the side of my neck, warm as it caressed my skin. The full length of her body pressed against me, which caused a million thoughts to go racing through my brain, and again I was like, oh my god is this really happening?
I admit that I didn't want her to stop. I had never felt anything so erotic in my entire life. Add to that the fact that I had not had sex in months, well except for solo time with my trusted toy-friend ‘Mister Happy’ of course.
Jean’s hands paused at the sides of my breasts, I still remember the sharp intake of breath I took and the moan that escaped my lips as she first cupped them in her hands.
In my experience, there is a big difference between a man’s touch and a woman’s, or maybe it’s all in the mind, but it felt wonderfully different.
She was just cupping and squeezing, never touching my nipples, like I wanted, and needed her to do.
There was hot breath on my neck, just below my ear, when at last her fingertips began to lightly graze my erect nipples, which became instantly firmer.
I was moaning loudly, as her mouth moved up to my earlobe, more heat, her tongue tracing my ear.
Jean's fingers pinched and rolled my nipples through my top and bra. I pushed my breasts against her hands, breathing faster and leaning back into her, causing her to softly moan.
Then she started to whisper against my ear about what she wanted to do to me. To taste my pussy, to lick me till I screamed, and to chew my nipples, adding how badly she wanted to see them.
"But I'm not a lesbian,” I had croaked.
“You don’t need to be,” she’d whispered, “Just let it happen, be happy”.
Her hands halted their caresses, which drew the tiniest of whimpers of protest from my throat.
With one hand on my left breast squeezing more firmly, her right hand came up to my face turning it toward hers, she asked me again if I wanted her to stop, my silence was her answer.
Smiling, she leaned her face forward.
Her tongue softly traced my lips, letting my mouth open instinctively, I felt her tongue against my teeth, we were breath to breath, her hand stroking the side of my face and moving back into my hair, pulling me closer to her, the first touch of tongues, hot, moist, and electric.
My pulse raced, we both let out small moans, Jean’s mouth light and sexy. I turned around to face her;
I still had one hand on the counter, because I felt that I would probably fall over if I didn’t!
Our kiss deepened, as our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths, Jean’s hand still caressing my breast. Only her hand separated us.
I can't remember who pulled away first, but we stopped kissing. She took my hand from the counter, and we leaned forward and kissed again, deeper and more urgent this time, our tongues duelling.
I think Jean had suspected right from the start that she would have to be the one to take the lead.
She asked me once more if I wanted her to stop, while her hand moved from my back to my plump bottom, with her other hand in my hair, kissing along my jaw to my ear, she continued asking me until I managed to croak, “No.”
Jean grinned and said, “I hoped you would say that I have fancied you for a while.”
Stunned at Jean’s words, I laughed out loud, I think more from nervousness than anything else, this had got her laughing.
I tried to pour the drinks once more but my hands were shaking too badly, so Jean took over.
With each of us holding a glass, she led me by the hand to her bedroom.
As we passed through the living room, Ella warbled, ‘That’s why the lady is a tramp.’ I thought how rude of her, Ella had never even met me!
I sat on her bed and looked around.
Jean walked around to the bedside table pulling open a drawer, and showed me where she kept her toys; my eyes widened, as I reached inside to explore the horde, expecting to see mister happy.
I was like a kid in a candy store oohing and aahing, fascinated by her vast collection. I remember thinking that she must spend a fortune on batteries!
Reaching passed me Jean selected a pink coloured latex cock, it was roughly eight inches long, thick and veiny, her emerald eyes blazed as she told me that it was the one she was going fuck me with, I couldn't speak, I just stared agog.
Jean's words were uttered with such conviction, that they sobered me up. She took the wine glass from my hand and placed it on the nightstand, and pulled me to my feet. I stood facing the end of the bed, as she sat down in my place.
She tugged the shirt out from my Levis, her hands went underneath my shirt and cupped my breasts through my flimsy bra, her hands not caressing them, but just holding them, she seemed to be enjoying their heft, she then pulled the shirt up and off.
Jean pulled me towards her to stand between her open thighs and began kissing up along my sides and across my trembling stomach, one hand pulled my bottom, bringing us closer, her lips clamped down on my proud nipple through the lace fabric.
I instinctively held her head with my hands, while her mouth worked wonders on my nipple. The friction of the sensual fabric and Jean’s mouth against my nipple was enthralling, I threw my head back and whimpered with ecstasy.
Her mouth quickly moved to my other nipple, I gazed down in awe at Jean’s face, as her mouth closed around the aching nub.
Right then I craved her lips on my bare breasts, I reached behind and unclasped my bra.
Jean gasped as I teasingly revealed my tits to her.
It was her turn to stare wide-eyed, croakily she said how beautiful my areola and nipples were.
Her appraisal delighted me.
My bra straps slid down my arms as and my breasts spilt into Jean’s soft hands. I marvelled at her gentle touch, she held them as if they were delicate, expensive works of art that should be handled with care.
I yearned for her to touch my aching nipples, I didn’t have to wait long as she gently dragged her thumbs across my dark brown sombreros, which hardened further.
I moaned as I felt secretions of my womanly fluids gather in my pussy.
This created a lust and wanting unlike anything I’d ever experienced, I knew then that I was ready to surrender myself to Jean, and that I would do anything for her, and she could do whatever she damn well pleased to me!
Taking my breasts in her hands, she squeezed them as if to test their firmness, she grinned happily, I was moaning as I felt her palms crush my swollen nipples, oh how I needed this.