My life as a 34 year old divorcee with two children isn’t simple. It rarely gives me the opportunity for fulfilling sex, something I missed out on during the last year and a half of my crappy marriage. Knowing this, a coworker had set me up on a date.
The guy she’d set me up with was really nice, and we spent a cheerful but unexciting evening together. He knew the date had been unimpressive, and apparently he wanted to make up for it. When he brought me home, he walked me to my door. As we stood under the dim porch light, I thanked him for the nice evening and searched my bag for my key. I was about to push the key into the lock when Charlie grabbed my arm, spun me around and kissed me passionately. I was startled at first and wasn’t sure what to do, but then I kissed him back with a hunger that bordered on starvation.
I began to feel my body hum, and I pressed against him. I felt the hardness of his body through both our winter coats, and I began to heat up from the stimulation. It was a powerful, long missed series of sensations, and when we finally broke from that soul searing kiss, I could see in his eyes that he wanted to come inside. But it wasn’t going to happen. Even though it was Friday night and I didn’t have to work on Saturday, I had my two kids home. I explained the situation to him, and he said he understood. He was looking forward to the next weekend, though, when my kids were with their father. Then he gave me one last kiss good night before walking away.
When I went inside, the living room was lit only by the glow of the television. Libby, my neighbors’ 19 year old daughter, had been sweet enough to give up her Friday night so I could go out. Now she was fast asleep on the couch, with some dirty movie playing on the television. I saw the VCR was on, and assumed she’d brought the porno tape with her from home. Surprise, surprise, Brenda, I thought. Your daughter has raided your porno stash and brought it into my home. Great job with this one.
I shook my head, remembering Libby was an adult, and watched the movie for a minute. The couple on the screen were grappling while bad music played in the background. Their naked bodies swirled together on a large bed, with close ups of their genitals cut in. The overall effect was arousing, and it compounded the effect of my front porch grope. It was getting hot in there, and I unzipped my jacket and hung it on the back of one of the chairs.
I looked over at Libby again, and I noticed that her jeans were unzipped and lowered, exposing her panties. Her hand rested on her pussy, and she was breathing deeply, clearly asleep. She’d apparently exhausted herself by masturbating along with the tape’s events.
I tiptoed upstairs and checked in on the kids. They were both dead asleep, and after tucking their blankets tighter around them and shutting their doors, I went back downstairs.
A different couple was on the screen now, and they were still wearing their clothes as they fondled and groped and kissed each other. It was obviously the beginning of their scene. I stood and watched them, touching myself where the man in the porn movie was touching the woman. The dormant fire in me flared up beyond the spark Charlie had caused on the porch earlier, and when I looked at Libby, I had a randy thought. I wondered what her sex life was like. Probably as uneventful as mine, considering she was baby sitting for me instead of out on a hot date. She was watching her parents’ porno tape and fingering herself to get off instead of riding some half drunk frat boy she’d met at a club.
I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and fingered my breast through the lace of my cup. It felt so wonderful. I wanted Charlie or anyone, for that matter to be playing with my breast, but my own fingers were a decent substitute. The more I played with myself, the more I started to fantasize, and soon I was involved in a fantasy about some man, a fellow like the one in the movie I was watching. In my imagination, he was tearing my clothes off my overheated body, smothering me with kisses and touching every inch of my body until I was worked up into a sexual fury. Thoughts of him on my mind, I reached under my skirt and found my panties were damp. I slid a finger into my long dormant pussy and gasped at the sensation.
My breath came in short puffs as my finger slipped in and out of my pussy. The couple on the screen were shedding their clothes by now, and I admired their figures. She was exceptionally attractive, while he was almost objectionable except for the size of his penis. When I saw what he had down there, it inspired me to further explore my crotch and breasts.
I had one hand on my left breast, squeezing my nipple, and the other hand on my pussy. When a third hand touched my thigh above my knee, I almost had a stroke. I looked down to see that Libby had awakened, and she was watching me.
“It’s kind of fun, isn’t it, Janet?” she asked me in a whisper.
I pulled my hands away from my sizzling parts and tried to rearrange my clothes. She and I had known each other since I’d moved next door to her family five years earlier. I had watched with pride and a little envy as she had ripened into a very pretty girl and now a young woman.
Libby didn’t remove her hand from my thigh, but rather put more pressure on it. “Come over and sit with me,” she coaxed, turning around and sitting back against the couch cushions without bothering to first fix her pants.
“I don’t think ”
“Oh, please, Janet,” Libby pleaded. “At least tell me about your date. I’m so glad that one of us is going out with a man.” Her smile was radiant though slightly ironic, and I couldn’t say no, so I sat down at the far end of the couch.
I reached for the remote to turn off the VCR, but Libby stopped me. “Let it play, Janet” she said. “This is one of my personal favorites.”
I shrugged and placed the remote down. Libby scooted closer to me and placed a hand on my quivering thigh. I felt the heat of her palm even through my skirt. “So, where did you go, what did you do?” she asked, drawing me back to the conversation.
I told her about the dinner and dancing, and she told me she loved dancing almost as much as she loved sex. This piqued my curiosity, and I asked how much experience she had with sex. “Not as much as with dancing,” she laughed, and her laughter calmed me.
She started telling me about the last date she’d been on, and then we started talking about sex. When I felt more comfortable with where the conversation was going, I asked if she watched a lot of porn. She said she did, and that she’d learned a lot by watching the movies, but she didn’t have a guy right now to practice on. Then she shrugged and said that sometimes she even got more turned on by the girl girl scenes. “But I’m not a lesbian,” she insisted when I looked at her curiously. She said that she thought there were only two kinds of sex anyway: good and bad. The kind of sex you had depended on your partner’s feelings, she insisted, not their gender. I was slightly stunned by this revelation, but Libby seemed comfortable with it.
“I bet it’s been a while since anyone’s had their way with you. Am I right?” she asked.
As I admitted that she was correct, the action on the TV screen caught my eye. The man in the scene was aggressively screwing some blonde woman doggy style while she chewed on the muff of a brunette girl I hadn’t seen enter the picture. The sight of the two women lip to lip, so to speak, startled me, but all the action on the screen intrigued me, too.
“See how great that is?” Libby said. “Would you like to try that? I’m game if you are. . . . ”
She looked at me longingly and touched my thigh again. I took her hand to remove it, but instead I impulsively pushed it against my crotch.
“That’s the spirit!” Libby said.
She pushed my skirt up and suggested I take it off. After just a few movements I was sitting on the couch in only my bra and panties, and Libby was kneeling between my legs with her mouth against my panty covered pussy. She teased me through the lacy fabric for a while, and then had me lift my pelvis so she could slip my panties off. As soon as my panties were discarded, she went back to licking my labia, but more directly this time. I started to say something to her, but the words wouldn’t come out. I could only moan in a more animal like way than I ever had before.
My hands flew to Libby’s head and I pressed her face into my burning cunt. I imagined Charlie down there, but I didn’t think he’d be as gentle or knowledgeable as this little dirty movie fan was. Pleasurable electricity shot from her lips, through my pussy, and up into my stomach and along my legs. The feeling was sensational!
Libby seemed to stay down there for hours, licking me and probing the depths of my hole with her fingers. She found spots that had never been stimulated before. I trembled and arched my back and slammed my butt against the couch cushion. I pushed my bra up and watched as my breasts popped out into the dim light. My nipples were distended and aching for attention, and I twiddled them with my trembling fingers. I marveled at the size and softness of my own breasts. I almost wanted to take one of my own tits into my mouth, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I could, however, ask Libby to do it for me. . . .
Over the top of her bobbing blonde head I could see the threesome on the television. The two women were swapping places so the man could fuck the brunette from behind while she ate out the blonde. The scene was a bit blurry, though, the tears in my eyes from the sheer joy of release clouding my vision. There’s no substitute for a properly wielded penis, of course, but Libby’s fingers were doing a good job of making me forget all about cocks.
I reached down and grabbed her head, pulling her face to mine. I pressed my lips against hers with the same passion Charlie had expressed earlier. As we kissed, I tasted my pussy on Libby’s tongue and lips. Her arms wrapped around my tender neck and our mouths pressed more firmly together. I pulled back after a minute and lay Libby back on the couch. I pulled her pants and panties down, and for the first time in my life, I tasted another woman’s slit. It was electrifying! She tasted sweet and musky at the same time. She’d already come earlier, by her own hand, and there were remnants of her orgasm clinging to her thighs in the form of drying drops of her juice. It only made me want to make her come that much more. I set out to make that happen.
I slid my hands under her shirt, which she promptly pulled off to reveal her tits. Her breasts weren’t as big as mine, but they were still breasts, and I felt myself instinctively reaching for them. I was thrilled that Libby was letting me touch them, and I tweaked and teased them as my lips and tongue continued to investigate the folds of her pussy.
Libby loved it. She guided my hands over her breasts and stomach, and she wiggled her hips to get her pussy closer to my mouth. I wasn’t as good at eating pussy as she was, granted, but I was certainly trying my best.
It must have been good enough, too, because soon she gasped excitedly and stopped squirming. She pushed me back onto the carpet and once more attached her mouth to my pussy. I arched and rocked against her, and finally I asked her to turn around so I could play with her, too. I fondled her tits and stuck my tongue in her pussy, licking and slurping. Her pussy was wet, and I knew that I had caused that. It was such a new experience, and I felt like I would never come down off this sexual high!
Things got even more intense when Libby pushed one of her well lubricated fingers into my virgin asshole. Not even my husband had ever put anything back there! It was another new sensation, and it set me off and had me twitching and gasping for breath. Having Libby finger fuck my ass had a fabulously energizing effect on me. It felt like a giant turbo charger had been strapped to my engine.
Neither of us spoke much during all this. That was fine with me I was willing to keep my tongue and lips busy doing more important things. Libby, it was obvious, felt the same way, and she moaned encouraging words to me between nips and slurps of my own pussy. Her hands played up and down my thighs, and after one more orgasm, I finally fell back to the floor, exhausted. I’d climaxed more times in one evening with this young girl than I had in a whole year’s worth of sexual play with my now ex husband.
But Libby wasn’t done, and as soon as I’d caught my breath, she started lowering her dripping pussy lips to my gasping mouth. I lifted my head to get closer to this appetizing morsel, and I licked, sucked and nibbled at her until she exploded. Then she collapsed on the floor next to me.
The movie ended as we lay there, and the television cast a deep blue glow across the room. As Libby and I gently caressed each other’s body lovingly, I wondered if we’d ever have a repeat of this scene. I wasn’t a lesbian, I was sure of that, but making love to the nubile young woman had been an eye opening experience.
A moment later, Libby leaned up and kissed me before leaning back on her elbow. “About payment for baby sitting tonight, let’s just call it even,” she said. “And please, call me up anytime. Whether you need me to watch the kids or not. . . . ” J.C., Livonia, Michigan