I've got to tell you about last night. My God, I don't know what words can give it justice... but it was the best sex I'd ever had.

I've always been shy. The boys in high school stared at me a lot, and that just made me nervous. The few who tried to make time with me gave up... I guess I didn't play the game right, but that's because nobody ever taught me the rules. College was worse. My choices seemed to be either the library or gross frat parties where the guys had only one thing on their mind. So I got my degree and... nothing else.

After I graduated I tried Tinder, but it was just as bad as the frat parties. An endless stream of gross messages and dick pics. I finally matched with one guy who seemed halfway decent and agreed to meet him at a bar. He never showed up.

But something else happened instead.

I tried to dress just right, sort of splitting the difference between modest and sexy. I had on a push-up bra under a tight fuzzy sweater, and a cute knee length skirt with heels. And I know it's silly, but if on the off chance we did hit it off, I trimmed my pubes into a cute little heart.

I got there a few minutes early and ordered a glass of white. But when five minutes late became ten, and there was no word from the guy on my phone I started to get nervous. Every time I heard the door I turned, but it was someone else.

Then she appeared out of nowhere. "Hi! You look like you're waiting for someone."

She was in a cute strapless dress. She was a redhead, but her hair was in a bob cut. She was well toned and about my height. She had a friendly smile that completely disarmed me.

I smiled back. "Oh hi. Yeah, It's a Tinder date, but he's late."

She frowned and furrowed her brow. "Oh man, I hate assholes who can't schedule properly. My name's Amy."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Mary." I held out my hand and she shook it.

She said she was waiting for someone too and we could keep each other company. We talked and in hindsight I can see how one-sided the conversation really was. She got me to talk about myself mostly. We talked about college and my dating life - really how lonely and inexperienced I was. It was a little depressing, but it did feel good to be venting to someone friendly.

I finally ended with "I just don't know anymore."

Amy reached over and rested her hand on my arm. "Oh, Mary… I know it feels that way right now. But everything’s going to be alright."

And then she reached in and kissed me.

My brain couldn't process it at all. All it came up with was What?

And then she kissed me again, slower this time... and I felt warmth radiate out from my chest. Before I knew what I was doing I was kissing her back.

My soul latched onto the feelings of sharing intimacy with another... even if she wasn't who I expected... or who I thought I wanted.

I closed my eyes and just kissed her and felt her hands caress my body. And then, I heard her whisper in my ear, "Come with me."

She took my hand and led me outside and hailed a cab. Once we were in it, she took me in her arms and continued kissing and moving her hands over my body. I was lost in the sensations and I could feel my pussy throb. What little space my brain had for coherent thoughts couldn't believe that it was happening.

I don't know how long the ride took, lost as I was, but the cab lurched to a stop and the next thing I knew, Amy was leading me by the hand into an apartment building, down the hall and through her door.

Then I was back in her arms again, kissing her with my eyes closed and pulse racing. I felt her hands move down to my waist and peel my sweater up. I lifted my arms to help and it was gone. She kissed me again while she worked the catches on my bra and took it off too. I felt the cool room air on my skin and it excited me.

Amy stepped back and reached behind her to unzip her dress and let it fall to the floor in a soft puddle. I'd never really been attracted to women, but there was something different about watching Amy strip: the way she moved, the quiet confidence, and maybe just that little bit of tomboy essence she had. It was all just exhilarating. She took off her bra and brought her hands up to her breasts to tweak the nipples stiff. My pussy clenched and there was no denying that I was soaking wet.

She took me by the hand and led me to a bedroom with a massive bed in it. The sheets were turned down and she urged me to sit, then pushed me back to lie on the bed with my feet on the ground. She flipped my skirt up and then took ahold of my panties and skimmed them down. I picked my feet up to help and they were gone. She knelt and moved my knees apart and moved her head inwards and kissed her way up my inner thighs. Each kiss sent a little jolt through me. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it.

And then she kissed me right above my clit. I couldn't help but moan and move my hips a little. She started licking me and I moaned again. The sensations were more amazing than anything I could remember experiencing. Her tongue backed off and just started running teasing little circles around my clit, but never landing on it. I whimpered and tried to move to where she was, but she kept just out of reach.

Finally, I felt her stick a finger inside and I felt the sensations in the most sensitive spot and then her tongue landed directly on my clit. Pleasure exploded through me so fast and hard that I cried out. My whole body started to convulse. It didn’t stop. She kept moving her finger and licking me, and the spasms just kept building. I sucked in a breath and held it as every muscle in my body locked up tighter and tighter. Then it all broke at once. I yelped and came completely undone - shaking, gasping, completely out of control as the orgasm tore through me.

When I finally came back to my senses, the first thing I saw was her smiling face. She reached down and pulled off my heels and picked my feet up and put them on the bed, then lay down next to me and pulled the covers over us, then turned towards me and kissed me.

"Oh my God," I whispered. "Thank you. I've never... I mean, I didn't know it could feel like that."

She put a finger over my lips. "Shh. It's okay. Every woman deserves to know how good it can be."

She just smiled at me, watching me for a long, peaceful moment.

"But here's the thing... I can only take you so far, Mary."

I was confused. "What do you mean?"

Her expression shifted - still gentle, but more serious now. She reached in and kissed me again. "I want you to trust me. Can you do that?"

Suddenly my calm bliss was replaced with nervousness. What's going on? But I was naked in her bed, still trembling from the most intense orgasm of my life. How could I say no to her now?

Amy turned towards the hallway and nodded.

A man stepped into the doorway. My brain short-circuited. Oh my God!

My eyes flew wide and I grabbed the covers and yanked them up to my chin as if they could shield me.

Amy turned back to me. "Shh. It's ok. This is James. James, this is Mary."

My gaze darted between them. James hadn’t moved. He was still standing in the doorway - not coming any closer, not pushing his way in. He just stood there calmly, giving me space. Something about that made my heart stop hammering quite so hard.

He spoke, his voice low and gentle. “Nice to meet you.”

Amy looked straight at me. "Mary, James isn't going to do anything you don't want. If you say no, he'll leave and you can get dressed and go. No hard feelings." She paused and let that sink in. "But what we just did? That's nothing compared to what he can show you... What we can show you together."

I looked at Amy. Her expression was caring and sweet. And James... He was handsome in a rugged, solid kind of way. As I really looked at him, I felt a familiar warmth start to build low in my belly again.

"You've been with boys who didn't know what they were doing," Amy continued gently, "Let us show you what it's supposed to feel like. Let us set the bar where it should be."

I felt her hand slide under the covers and gently cup my breast. I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t take my eyes off James. My fingers slowly loosened their grip on the covers.

Amy turned towards the door. "James, honey, I think you're overdressed."

James gave a little smirk and began to strip. It wasn't a Chippendale routine, but he put a little bit of effort into making a show of it. He was pretty well built. He wasn't musclebound, but he was clearly someone who worked out. I could easily picture myself melting into his arms.

He pulled his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free. I’d seen a few before, but never one that looked like that - thick and strong. My mouth went dry. I felt my pussy clench and a fresh wave of wetness between my legs.

I felt Amy slowly pull the covers away from both of us, but my eyes couldn't leave James' cock, and my brain started brimming with desire for it. Amy pulled my skirt down and off as James climbed onto the bed on the opposite side of me. He moved slowly, as if he didn't want to spook me.

He gently took my hand and pulled me towards him and kissed me while he ran his hand up and down my flank. I reached down to find his cock. It was heavy and warm and thicker than any other I had ever held. I stroked it carefully, not sure if I was doing it right.

He moved up onto his knees, turned me onto my back, and gently spread my legs. He knelt between them and brought the head of his cock down to rub slowly up and down my pussy. The sensation made me squirm and gasp.

"Oh please..." I whispered. I wanted... I needed his cock so badly I could barely think.

Amy answered me, "'Please' what, Mary?"

I begged, "Please... please fuck me."

His cock moved down to the opening of my pussy and slowly pushed its way in. There aren't words for how good he felt and how completely he filled me. I moaned and tossed my head from side to side.

He went slowly, pulling almost completely out before easing all the way back in. He moved around as he went, each stroke hitting in a different way, as if he were trying to find the ideal angle. I felt the pleasure welling up with each stroke.

Even through the haze, I felt Amy move in beside me. She took one of my nipples into her mouth and sucked gently while her hand slid down between my legs. Her fingers found my clit and started rubbing in tight little circles while James kept fucking me. Before I knew it, I was back on the precipice of another huge orgasm. I cried out and came again, my whole body shaking and clenching around him.

Before I could even catch my breath, James pulled out. I heard him growl, low and rough: "Come here, baby. Mary was good, but I need to fuck you bad."

I turned my head and watched as he moved over Amy. He wasn’t gentle with her the way he’d been with me. He pushed her legs apart and drove into her hard. Amy moaned and looked up at him with this soft, almost loving expression while he fucked her.

In that moment all I could think to do was try to give back, so I reached over and took her nipple in my mouth like she had done for me and started rubbing her clit. Amy gasped and arched under both of us.

James started to growl and thrust hard into Amy and grunt, just as Amy squealed and tossed her head back in her own orgasm. He pumped a few more times, then pulled out and collapsed on the bed on Amy’s other side, breathing hard.

I rested my head on Amy’s chest, my hand still lightly stroking her between her legs while she caught her breath. I was filled with something I didn’t have a name for - gratitude, wonder, maybe a little bit of awe.

After a long moment I spoke, my voice quiet.

“That was… the best I’ve ever had,” I said. “How can I ever repay you?”

She turned her head toward me and smirked, still a little flushed, and slowly spread her legs.

“Lick me right here,” she said, tapping two fingers against her clit. “And we’ll call it even.”

I blushed a little and smiled. What the hell? There's a first time for everything.