A New Sea of Possibilities

I was on my way home from work feeling sad and depressed. I was trying to
make myself feel better by trying to convince myself that breaking up with
Todd was a good thing. I was also trying to convince myself that I did not
want to get back together with him. Then I remembered. Sometimes, while
Todd and I were still together, sometimes I would wish that I did not have
a boyfriend because I wanted to be with another woman so badly.

Her name is Belle. When I met Belle, I was with my ex-boyfriend, Ty, and
she and I are still good friends to this day. Belle is the one who helped
me come out of my sexual shell. First with advice: she would talk frankly
about her sexual experiences with men and women, which made it possible for
me to talk more openly about sex. We talked about everything: what we
liked, what we didn't like, what made us hot, what turned us off, bounced
new ideas off each other, masturbation... everything. Because I was able
to talk more openly about sex, I was able to perform more openly with Ty,
and of course I reported this all back to Belle.

One day, while Belle and I were both between relationships, we decided to
have a "girls night in." She came over to my place with all of her sex
toys, and dressed in a peach colored, silk, floor length nightgown. Belle
has beautiful, long legs, and I remember thinking how the gown accented
them. I was dressed in my teal silk chemise. We lit some candles, turned
off all the lights, and spread a comforter on my living room floor.

She gently grabbed my face in her hands and pulled me toward her for a
deep, long, kiss. My hands began to explore her large, beautiful breasts.
We made our way to the floor, and her fingers caressed my extremely
sensitive nipples. I could not imagine a better feeling: her breasts under
silk while she gently continued to toy with my nipples. I slid my hands
down her body and grabbed the end of her gown. I slowly slid her gown up
her body, pausing as I passed her gorgeous breasts. I wanted this moment
to last forever. I had seen her breasts before, but this time they were
for me. I kissed her lips, then slowly moved my mouth down her neck, her
chest, her breast, kissing my way toward her nipple, then kissing away
again, teasing her, all the while her fingertips working my nipples under
my silk chemise. I moved from breast to breast, nipple to nipple, becoming
more and more aroused as moans and groans began to escape her lips. I
began to slowly dart my tongue in and out of my mouth on her nipple, then
the next. I circled my tongue around her nipple, then the next. I slowly
began to suck her nipple, I could feel it's becoming harder and harder on
my tongue and I thought I would climax right then. I sucked a little
harder, and gently bit her nipple. I could not get enough of her breasts,
but I knew there was more waiting for me.

I slowly kissed my way down her flat, muscular stomach, down her smooth
thigh, and around to her soft inner thigh. I grazed her lips with my nose
as I passed back and forth kissing from thigh to thigh, with each pass
coming closer, pressing harder, and once again teasing her. Her moans and
groans were getting louder now, and the pitch was becoming higher. The
next pass I gently kissed her lips, the next, I gently licked, and with
each pass thereafter, my tongue explored beyond her lips to her clit, until
I was no longer passing, but concentrated on her clit. I felt it becoming
larger and harder on my tongue, on my lips, in my mouth. Her taste was so
sweet, not like the sour bitterness of a man. Her groans were louder now,
and even higher pitched, which encouraged me. I licked her from her
opening to her clit and down again. I simultaneously sucked and licked her
clit. I loved the feel of my lips between hers, her well groomed hair on
my face, her scent, her taste, her fingers entwined with my long red hair,
pulling my head closer and closer to her, the feel of her clit between my
lips and on my tongue. My efforts were rewarded with a resounding
high-pitched cry resembling that of a dolphin announcing the arrival of her
orgasm. She lay there quietly for a moment, and I snuggled next to her
gently playing with and sucking her nipples. She sat up, pushed me off of
her, looked at me seductively and said, "Now it's MY turn."

She rolled me on my back and began kissing my breasts over my chemise. She
gently waved her fingers and hands over my breasts, barely touching my
nipples, teasing me as I had teased her... and I loved every second of it!
She worked her way down and began to pull my chemise up, kissing my
stomach, breasts, chest, shoulders, and neck. She removed the chemise and
began kissing her way down again. This time there was no teasing. She put
her entire mouth over my breast and began licking and sucking my nipple,
while her hand caressed my other nipple. I was in ecstasy! I moaned and
groaned. Her lips and cheeks were so soft, like none I had had since, nor
to this day. I said breathlessly, "It's like you know exactly what to do."

Her reply was simple: "I do." With that, she slid her hand down my body,
spread my legs, and slid her fingers over my clit and into my slit. She
moved her fingers around a bit, scooping up some of my juices as she headed
out and up toward my clit. She began massaging my clit, gently at first,
then slowly, ever so slowly, becoming more aggressive. Every so often, she
would slide her soft, slender fingers inside me. I shouted, "Oh my God!
I'm going to cum!"

She looked at me devilishly and said, "Oh no. Not yet." With that, she
got up and walked over to the other side of the room. She went to her bag
of goodies, and took out what seemed to be a simple length of chain. She
came back to me, knelt beside me, and secured the loops on either end of
the chain to each of my nipples. She then gently tugged on the chain that
now linked my nipples, smiled devilishly and said, "It's called a nipple
chain." It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced, but she was
not done yet. She walked into the kitchen and removed a vibrator she had
soaking in a glass of hot water, then turned it on. She again knelt beside
me and, gently spread my lips and said, "Well, I guess we won't be needing
the lubricant I brought." She inserted the vibrator and slowly brought it
in and out of me. It was so hot, so hard, yet glided in and out of me as
though it were made just for my pussy, and the vibrations were
exhilarating, but the best was yet to come. She lowered her head to my
clit and began sucking on it. Then she ran her hand up my body, took hold
of the chain, and gently began to tug.

I felt the orgasm building inside of me. I was moaning louder now which
seemed to encourage Belle. She began tugging harder on the nipple chain,
licking and sucking my clit with more pressure, moving the vibrator in and
out of me faster, all in a very rhythmic motion. She was playing the most
beautiful symphony I had ever felt, and her instrument was my body. I had
never before nor since known such ecstasy. I heard nor saw anything, save
a vague knowledge of my own moans and cries, yet my mind was racing with
sensation. The firm and rhythmic tug of the nipple chain on my nipples;
her lips and tongue, licking and sucking my clit in time with the tugging;
her long hair brushing on my thighs, up and down, side to side, in motion
with the licking, and the sucking on my clit. Her beautiful, luscious, red
lips, on my clit. It was a dream come true, just the thought of it had
made me wet.

And of course, the conductor's wand, setting the time from deep within my
pussy. Belle had the head of the vibrator pointed up toward my g-spot. "I
can't take it much longer!" I cried. She lifted her head. "Oh, please,
God, don't stop!" I screamed.

She paused, looked at me devilishly, and said seductively, yet arousingly
aggressive, "Come for me!" and went back to playing her symphony more
feverishly than ever. I was swooning. My nipples, my clit, my pussy, all
screaming. My head was swimming. I lifted my head to look at the woman
between my legs. Without losing beat, she lifted her head, and her eyes
met mine. It was at that moment, when I saw her face, her beautiful face,
that I came harder than I ever had, or ever have since.

Well, my relationship with Todd may be over, but I do have something to
look forward to: I have new relationships to explore. I think I'll give
Belle a call and see if she or her girlfriend have any single friends.