You’re on your side pretending to sleep; Lisa’s curled around you, moving her hips back and forth, wanting more. One hand touches your shoulder, and fingers crawl down your arm. She explores your naked body in the grey morning light, but she hasn’t given you a reason to get up yet.
You know what she wants, but you pretend not to. You purr a little, and turn to lie on your stomach. “Sweetie,” you say, “it’s way too early.” You aren’t going to make this easy for her.
Lisa changes tactics and straddles your naked back. Licking her tongue down your spine, over your buttocks and tasting your inner thighs, she won’t let you go back to sleep. Although you don’t show it yet, you are delighted by this sexy formerly-straight-now-totally-turned bi-girl.
Her tongue is pressing, discovering, opening your legs as her hand lightly reaches under you and gently taps your clit. Women are always too gentle the first time they touch another woman. So many guys have ripped them up, making them sore or in pain with their eagerness, that it is no wonder a woman touches another woman with hesitant feather-light fingers.
The tease of her touch makes you expand, get harder, and the frenzy of her tongue behind you, licking you between your buttocks, can no longer be ignored. Your body is responding and doesn’t care how tired you are. Your hips start moving on their own, pressing down on her hand, grinding into the mattress, determined to create more pressure.
But she pulls her hand away, and laughs this deep sexy tropical laugh, and says, “Oh. The kitten doesn’t want to nap anymore.”
You get up on your knees and face her. Her eyes sparkle with delight because she knows she has turned you on. You kiss. “Prepare yourself,” and you push her down on her back.
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The night before, you stumbled home drunk on each other’s beauty, and she asked you, “If I wasn’t with you tonight, you’d be with some other girl, right?”
This frustrated you. “Just because I’m bi doesn’t mean I sleep with every woman I meet.”
“You liked her, I could tell.” She meant the tall dark-skinned woman who was flirting with both of you at the club.
“She was sweet, but not my type.”
“You wanted her,” Lisa said with a smile. Another game.
You looked directly into her grey eyes. “I want you. You know I’ve always wanted you.” You kissed her and she wrapped her arms around your waist. “Let’s go back to my place.”
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You are dazed by the orgasm she just gave you, but she has no time to linger. “Are you sure you don’t want to get some breakfast?”
“I have to do some work for tomorrow. I need to get an early start.” She is back to her workday self: tense, brusque and super straight.
We hug at the door and for a moment she is the woman you adored this morning. She hugs you slowly, tracing your spine with her fingertips. She says, “You’re amazing.” Her face shifts and the coldness returns. She turns and is gone, down the hallway towards the elevator.
Back in bed you wonder if she’s the type of straight woman that will put last night’s splendor in a box that will never be opened. It could go either way. Some women have their one bisexual adventure then close the door, happy to return to a straight and “uncomplicated” life. But how could she forget last night?
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“Have you ever used a glass dildo?”
“No,” Lisa said, her face relaxed and beautiful. No woman glows like one who just came hard.
“I wish you could see yourself right now.” Naked on her stomach, you study the curve of her behind, more magnificent than any mountain peak. “You are the most beautiful creature.”
“You are.”
“Thank you,” you said. “Turn over. Here’s a pillow, put this under your hips.” She giggled and followed your instructions. You leaned out of bed and pulled a curved glass dildo from the drawer of the nightstand. Grabbing a bottle of lube, you squeezed some gel into your hand and started stroking off the glass cock while warming up the lube. Your eyes were only on her – always on her - her eyes focused on the glass.
“Play with your breasts,” you instructed her and she shyly rubbed her nipples. The dildo was still a little cold and you rubbed its head up and down her shaved and perfect self. At first, she reacted to the cold by moving away from the dildo, but as you continued to run it up and down, her body began to desire its coolness.
“Please,” she asked, wanting you to penetrate her. “I can’t wait any longer.”
But you waited, teasing her with just the tip.
“Is the kitten ready to play,” you asked her.
“Yes,” she said. “Fuck me. Please.”
“Shhh,” you teased, very aware of your power. “If I fuck you now with this glass cock of mine, you’ll have to do something for me.”
“I’ll do anything.” Her face was scrunched in concentration and desire. She was already close and you hadn’t even entered her. You thought, “For a straight woman, this woman is fun.”
“Tomorrow morning, when you wake up, you have to do something for me.”
“Tell me,” she said between pants. “I’ll do anything. I promise.”
“Tomorrow morning, no matter how hard I resist, you have to make me come.”
“I will. I swear. Please, fuck me. I’ll do whatever you want.”
You entered her fast and she gasped, feeling the glass spread her open. The dildo slid in fast and you let it pause deep inside her canal. She took in a breath, and you pulled it out, even faster. You stopped and moved the base of it from the left and the right, pressing it against her vaginal walls. She moaned and said how good it felt. “I can’t believe it. It’s better than a guy.” She said the magic words, the ultimate compliment.
You shifted the dildo again and moved it in a curved motion to put pressure on new places inside her, and again a great moan. “Oh, wow,” she said with big eyes, “Keep doing that. Yes, keep doing just that.” You fucked her in the same motion, now increasing speed while your left hand put pressure on her clit. Breathing faster, you followed her motion, the two of you riffing on each other’s rhythms, becoming one person.
“I’m really close,” she said, and you moved the dildo around in a wide circle, occasionally thrusting it into her hard, to surprise her, to jolt her body into a deeper place. This would be the greatest orgasm this woman ever had and you were proud, because it was given to her not by a man, but by you.
“Are you ready to come?”
“Yes.”
With both hands on the dildo, you fucked her fast and deep. “Touch yourself,” you instructed her and she rubbed herself rough and hard. She was so close and her pleasure exploded inside your brain, making you feel like you were close to coming, too, even though she hadn’t touched you at all. Her thighs started to shake, tears rolled out of her eyes, and she said, “I didn’t know. I had no idea. I never knew it could be this good.”
Holding her in your arms, you said, “Don’t forget your promise tomorrow morning.”
She whispered, “Nothing could make me forget.”
