by Nikki Janes
I had just made it through the door to my flat before I broke-down, devastated by the news I had just received. I slid down the wall, ending up in a pile on the floor, my body wracked by the loud sobs coming from me. I’d just become another statistic of that modern phenomenon. I’d just been dumped by text, on the day of our second anniversary together. The man I loved, who had been sharing my bed, whom I hoped to share my life with, had just dumped me in the cruellest of ways. Not even having the guts to tell me to my face.
“Suzie, what’s wrong, what is it?” shouted my flatmate Karen, as she crashed through the door from the living room.
I pushed my phone to her as I continued to sob my broken heart out.
“Sorry, it’s over. Been seeing someone for 6 months now.”
“Oh! The bastard, the total bastard. I thought you two were getting engaged next week.”
“W… we… we were. That’s not… worst… part. I took a deep breath and somehow in in between my deep sobs of anguish I managed to mumble, “Pregnant… just… confirmed… today.”
“Oh damn, you poor thing. This should be the happiest day of your life. Now, this.”
Karen slid down the wall to sit alongside me. Taking me in her arms, hugging me tightly. Comforting me as I continued to sob until I had no more tears to shed, head buried deep into her shoulder. Pulling me up, she said, “You need a shower and a hot drink. Come on Suzie let me help,” she continued as she pulled me to my feet.
Karen pushed me into our bathroom, which is relatively large compared to the everything else in the flat. And other than the fantastic piped sound system the large bathroom was the best thing about our shared flat.
She turned on the hot water tap in the shower, instantly filling the entire room with hot billowing steam, and stripped my Chanel suit and silk blouse from my body. Soon, the bathroom was filled with hot steam from the shower. My expensive clothes were piled in the corner, at least my Louboutins were in the hall where they had fallen off.
Karen continued undressing me. Unclasping my bra, helping me out of my panties, until I was totally nude. Then pushed me into the shower, placed a sponge in my hand, and waited until I had started soaping myself up.
Satisfied she walked out to prepare my hot drink, which unfortunately wouldn’t contain any alcohol (which I desperately needed) since I’m pregnant!
Soft music twinkled out of the sound system, blending pleasantly with the hot water, steam, and fragrant scent coming from the shower gel- all working together to create the perfect calming effect. As I continued to soap myself, I sensed movement behind me, and before I knew it a pair of arms encased me. Pushing back in fright, getting ready to fight off my attacker, I became aware that there were a pair of soft breasts pressed against my back.
A soft voice trailed across my ear, “Suzie, relax, it’s only me. I’m here to rub your back, nothing more. Relax you, comfort you.”
Her arms released me slightly, and she placed the fainttest of soft kisses on the nape of my neck. Taking the loofah from my hands, she applied loads of shower gel and got me to lean against the shower wall, arms outstretched taking my weight. Making it more difficult for me to move quickly.
“Relax sweetie, let me help you,” she soothingly whispered into my ear, her hot breath tickling. As she said this, she began to soap my back, running in firm strokes up and down. All the time Karen’s other arm was still around my waist, holding me, controlling me.
Putting the loofah in my hand, she continued rubbing my back, but this time it was her hands running up and down my body. Her hands were soft and gentle yet firm and controlling at the same time. Massaging and comforting, relaxing. Then they shifted to my sides, at times just catching the sides of my boobs, at others the swell and roundness of my bum. I stiffened at this more intimate touch until Karen again calmed me with her gentle tone and softly spoken words.
“It’s okay baby, go with it. Relax with me, relax for me, just relax. You’re so tense.” Well, of course I’m tense. I’d been dumped, an hour after finding out I was pregnant!
I was so strung up with the emotion of what had just happened to me, that it took me some time before I complied with her wishes. Eventually, I melted into Karen. Pushing my body back against her, my bum, pressing against her softly rounded belly, making her moan.
It seemed natural when Karen’s hands moved to my front, caressing me thoroughly. Her touches felt nice, I didn’t resist when her hands began caressing my boobs. Running around them, coating them in soapy suds, cupping each of them, taking the weight in her hands. After all, she was just washing me, comforting me. Comforting me in my time of need, like a good friend.
Our bodies were pressed together, her boobs crushed against my back. I could feel her nipples were stiff and erect. Karen took the loofah from me and used it to soap my body. This time her touch was firmer, or maybe it was the feel of the loofah. Then the loofah was pressing between my legs. Karen, insistently forcing my legs open so that she could get the loofah in-between them. Rubbing it against the outer lips of my pussy.
Ignoring my initial feeling of reluctance at being touched there by another woman, I gave in to my body’s feelings and needs. I tilted my head back and to the side, and moaned as Karen kissed my lips, a soft brush of her lips on mine.
My mind was whirling, I had never contemplated going with a woman. I wasn’t appalled by the thought, it was just something I had never expected to happen. I had never had the inkling to try. Never wanted to experiment, even in Uni, when most things like that happen.
My hands reached behind me, and I pulled Karen hard against me as best I could, crushing her to me. Karen dropped the loofah and replaced the touch between my legs with her hand. Fingers, instantly rubbing up and down my outer lips, caressing me, stimulating me, teasing me.
This was wrong. We are two women, and I was vulnerable, yet somehow this intimate, but none threatening touch felt right.
I turned to face her and kissed her. Yes, I kissed her, with more force than she had done with me. My hands tentatively started to explore her firm body. I looked into her eyes, questioning if I was going too far. My eyes open wide with wonder. All I could see in Karen’s was acquiescence, wanting. When I had turned to face her, our bodies came even closer together. Boobs, pressing against each other, nipples brushing together. I reached out and pulled Karen closer to me, holding her. Wanting to be close to her. To feel her body against mine.
Emboldened now, but still unsure of what I was doing, and why, I ran my hands over Karen. Exploring, probing how far she would go. How far I wanted to go touching her. Eventually, one hand reached her pussy. Cupping it, I slowly slid my middle finger up and down her slit, on the outside. Well not really on the outside, but just inside her lips. The feel was soft and velvety. This was the first time I had ever touched another woman in such an intimate way.
At the first sign of my emboldened state, Karen had dropped her head to my boobs and started to suck on them. Switching from left to right, time after time. Making sure each got the same attention, as she licked and teased my nipples. I loved the feel of her mouth and tongue on my boobs, the sensations it was causing through my body.
Karen leant back against the shower wall, pulling me with her as we kissed again. Now with more passion, our tongues are getting involved for the first time. After a while, Karen pushed me down her body as I kissed it. Sucking on one nipple as I found her boobs with my lips for the first time. Not letting me stop there, the pressure on my shoulders increased as she insistently pushed me lower and lower. Until at last, my face was level with her pussy.
She arched her hips, pushing them out towards me, it was obvious what she wanted me to do. Conflicting emotions were whirring through my mind. This was much further than we had already done.
The forbidden step. A Rubicon to be crossed. Did I want to take that step, could I take it? If I did, things could never go back, that step could not be untaken. These thoughts went through my mind much quicker than it takes to write them down or read them. I was conflicted, I wanted to. I wanted to so much, but I was frightened. I had never ever had thoughts of going with another woman before.
I inched my face forward until it was millimetres from Karen’s pussy, hesitating I stared at it for a second. Gathering all my courage, I placed my lips against it, the merest and softest of touches, before pulling away. My touches on her were so soft and gentle, neither of us could be sure that it had happened. With that lightest of touches, in my mind, I was committed to what would happen between us this night. I kissed again, this time for longer. The tip of my tongue just poking out from my lips as I placed my mouth on her. Holding my lips against hers, then pushing my tongue out further, until it was inside her. As my tongue probed into her, Karen let out a soft moan. She tasted sweet, with a little salty tang. Not the way I taste, maybe we taste different to ourselves.
Wanting to go no further, but wanting to go so much farther, I broke my kiss on Karen’s most intimate place. The core of her being, the very essence of her as a woman. I rose from my knees, shut off the shower, wrapped her in a big fluffy towel and dried her. Teasing her with quick presses of my lips all over her body, she did the same to me.
With my commitment now fully confirmed, Karen led me from the bathroom and into my bedroom. Why mine and not hers, I’m not sure. It could have been because mine was closest, or that she wanted me to feel at ease in my own room.
As we fell onto the bed, wrapped in a warm embrace, staring into each other’s faces Karen said, “Suzie, you sure you want to do this, I didn’t mean things to go this far?”
“Yes… no… yes, yes, I want to.”
We kissed. Long, slow, comforting and exploring kisses. Knowing now that we were committed to the night, there was no rush, we were taking our time. Karen, taking me on a journey I had never taken before, deep into the world of Sapphic love. Our kisses were more passionate than before, building in intensity all the time as we relaxed into the moment, becoming more comfortable with the idea.
My hands roamed greedily over Karen’s body, somehow I was taking the lead. I cupped her mid-sized boobs in my hands as she lay on top of me. Fondling and marvelling at the size and weight of them, pinching the nipples. Karen responded immediately, squealing in pain and pleasure, exactly, the way I do. I raised my head and took one stiff nipple into my mouth. Holding it, biting down ever so gently, then flicking it with my tongue as I held it. Karen bucked hard against me. Grinding her groin into mine, our pussy’s mashing, rubbing together.
Karen slid down my body, kissing all the way, pausing at my belly button to push her tongue into it. Karen liked to play and tease. Prolonging what was to come. Leaving me in anticipation at the thrills to come. Her kisses continued until she was opposite her goal. But not yet, delaying still further.
Karen kissed down my legs, running her tongue down my silken thighs, and then back up again, so slowly it was torture. Licking and nipping playfully, all the time. At last, her face was, once again, opposite my pussy. I could feel her hot breath on it. She kissed around the outer, never touching my lips. Tongue running round adjacent to it. I was going mad with desire and longing. Frustration, building in my mind and body. I wanted to know what the touch of another woman’s mouth and tongue on me would feel like.
A long deep sigh accompanied a large intake of breath, and there it was. Karen’s mouth was planted firmly on my pussy. Not teasing this time, Karen pushed her tongue deep into me at once. Oh, joy of heaven. It was a touch like nothing I had experienced in my life before. Yes, I had had oral sex before, many times. But this was different. Softer, more loving, more caring, give to me, not demanding of me. I screamed out in ecstasy. Karen licked up and down my slit, tongue deep and probing. Insistent, pleasuring me, but now demanding of its own right, it was a demand of wanting to please.
Karen spread me so she could get better access, tongue somehow forcing its way even deeper into my inner core. As I said, the very essence of a woman’s being.
At the top of a lick, a brief pause. Then my clit was in Karen’s mouth as she sucked the sensitive bud between her soft lips. Karen kept sucking on my clit. My pleasure and stimulation were growing, I was approaching an orgasm. Karen pushed two fingers deep into me, at the same time still sucking my clit deep into her mouth. Suckling it, feasting on it.
My hands clasped onto Karen’s head, fingers wrapping into her long blonde tresses. Holding her in place on my pussy as I arched my back and pushed hard against her. Grinding into her as my orgasm broke in a wave over me. Swiftly built from deep inside me to explode in a hot wave of passion and release. I’ve always been loud in orgasm, but the scream I emitted as I came, was louder than I had ever done before. I shuddered and thrashed as I continued to cum. Hitting peak after peak as Karen kept her face planted on me. Licking and sucking furiously until at long last my release started to ebb.
My climax had barely started to subside before I pulled Karen up my body. She had no option but to obey as my hands were still entwined in her hair. When her face was level with mine, I could see she was coated with my love juices. I kissed her, then licked her face clean. Cleaning my juices from her face with my tongue.
Forcing Karen onto her back, I didn’t tease her I made straight for her pussy. I wanted to taste it now. I wanted my tongue deep in her. I wanted to taste the juices from her as she had from me. But I was a virgin at this, did I know what to do, would I please her? Hell, if a woman didn’t know how to lick pussy who the hell did.
A kiss, a touch of my lips on her and Karen sighed, “Suzie, don’t tease me. Lick me, lick me hard. I want to feel your tongue on me, in me, deep in me. Please lick me.”
After what Karen had done for me just a few moments ago, how could I refuse? Banishing the few lingering, doubtful, thoughts about if this was right, even after she had brought me to a fantastic orgasm, I plunged my tongue deep into Karen. I don’t know what I liked more of her, the taste; slightly salty but sweet as honey. The smell; musky, or the feel; soft and like velvet. Not one. It was all three. All three combined to make Karen what she was to me.
Karen had pushed her hips high so I could gain full access to her. She was grinding her groin up and down and round and round on my face. I licked her as deep and fast as I could. Tongue like fire on her. Savouring, every taste and feel. Her pussy trying to clamp on my intrusive, tormenting, stimulating tongue. Committing everything to memory, a memory of her I would hold forever.
I had one hand deep in Karen’s pussy now as I licked her. When the other roamed up her body to play with her tits, I found them fully looked after. Karen was pawing and groping them, just like a man would do, rough and forceful. I forced one hand off so I could get a hold of a nipple and pulled it out from her boob, stretching it as far as it would go, Karen, moaned and shuddered. I let it snap back before doing the same thing again. Karen’s moans were growing louder, and her breath was coming in much shorter pants. I could sense she was building to what I knew would be an earth-shattering climax.
I was looking up Karen’s body as I continued to pleasure her. Driving her relentlessly to orgasm, and, as she raised herself up, our eyes met for a brief second, love and longing in them.
Karen’s eyes lost focus as she came. Shouts and screams echoing from her mouth. Her juice flooded out of her in a hot sticky torrent, covering my face, coating me. My face was still buried in Karen’s pussy as I tried to drink down every drop of her gift to me.
Why don’t some men like going down on girls or the taste of their cum, it is divine. Maybe only a woman can fully appreciate that or a special man!
As we recovered from our spent and emotional state, we lay in each other’s arms caressing. Gentle pecks of kisses on each other’s eyes, nose, lips. Not saying a word, not needing to. We knew things had changed between us.
We made love time and time again that night, too many times to remember fully. Sometimes I took the lead, sometimes Karen. Sometimes, gentle, others pure passion and lust. Eventually, we fell asleep, hot, sweaty bodies entwined together, inseparable in that moment, on that night.
The pain from being dumped so callously erased for a brief moment.
During the night, I asked Karen if she had done this before, made love to a woman. She had never shown any inclination of liking girls. She told me she had twice, once during her final year at school with one of her teachers. The other a quick, brief affair while at Uni. Both times had been experimental to see what it was like.
I awoke to the sun streaming into my bedroom, Karen looking deep into my eyes. “Hi sweetie, feel better this morning?”
“Um,” I nodded.
We spent the morning and most of the afternoon in bed together. Not making love, but kissing, caressing, comforting. Happy to be with each other, relaxed and content. A friendship changed forever, enhanced, deeper, more intimate.
We never made love again. We never spoke about that night. It wasn’t the elephant in the room, it was just something we didn’t mention. Neither of us regretted what we had done, it was just something that we didn’t repeat or feel the need to repeat.
Our friendship shifted from being very good friends to a sense of loving feeling towards eachother. Loving in a special, none physical way. I was eternally grateful to Karen. She had given me everything that night. Love and comfort, at a time when I needed them most of all. She gave of herself selflessly and freely. She had instinctively known what I needed.
That was four years ago, now Karen is Godmother, to my beautiful, precocious and precious daughter, Abigail Karen Joy. They are both going to be maids of honour at my wedding in a couple of weeks.
I never told my ex about Abbie, and I probably never will about her. So when I filled in my daughters birth certificate, I asked Karen’s consent to put her initials in the space is for fathers name.
by Nikki Janes
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