Annie is a wily woman - slender and willowy, a lot like me - but a bit too manipulative of people and their emotions. I guess it's an occupational hazard: I teach involuntarily, I can't help it; she social works off duty, I guess it’s the same.
I'm still not sure where our relationship is going, or where she thinks our relationship is going, or maybe whether we have a relationship at all.
I'm just happy to have sex and a gossip. But that's just me, I don't necessarily need a "relationship" – I don't need an over arching concept that makes sense of it all. Nothing has to go anywhere, I'm just happy being happy. A modest ambition, maybe, but one I reach quite often.
So I just like her and am attracted to her. And that's enough. She says she wants the same, but I can't help feeling that she has more of agenda than that. I can't help feeling she's proving some point to her girlfriend, Melinda, though I don't know what. That's the trouble with lezzy relationships, they're never ever simple. Think of all those mind-faults of women - and double them!
So that's sort of how I found myself snogging Annie on her sofa when Melinda came home. She'd already changed out of her police woman's uniform (and I know uniforms are meant to be sexy, but an English police woman's just doesn't do it for me - I think it's the pork-pie hat). Without it, Melinda looked very ordinary (so you can imagine how dumpy she looks with it on). Or maybe it's just me - I don't really like her, or I don't like her being with Annie when I want to be with her (same thing).
As she came in I struggled to sit up, but Annie placed her hand in the middle of my chest and quite forcibly pushed me back down, returning her soft lips to mine.
Part of me felt very embarrassed. It was like being a teenager caught fooling about when mum comes in. (That actually never happened to me, but I have done it to my poor daughter, so I can half guess what that's like).
But part of me felt quite turned on - Annie and I were kissing passionately while Melinda flicked through the TV listings on the other sofa as if in another sexless world.
Annie snaked around on top of me, kissing and nibbling and petting and whispering dirty shit in my ear. Well I struggled to lose myself in her passion, but felt uncomfy and mauled at instead. Thin people can be bony, all sharp elbows, pointy knees and edgy hip bones. I know, I'm guilty too.
I had to slow her down, I had to get inside her knickers and take control - I needed to push a couple of fingers lazily inside her, and take charge of her sex: if we were going to perform, I wanted to be in control (spot the teacher).
I unbuttoned Annie's 501s and pushed her jeans down over her bone tight girlish hips. I pushed her panties down to her thighs, so her bum and pussy were free for my exploring fingers. Annie was my willing victim, and slipped off me so we lay side by side.
Melinda ignored us, as Annie tugged at my tee-shirt to reveal my braless titties popping out. She suckled on my bare breasts as I slowly fingered her oily pussy.
We'd slowed a few gears, from lithe panthers pawing at each other, to sedated sloths enjoying glacial sex.
Slowly a sexual fog descended into the room. A breathy, panting, sexed up heat that no amount of frosty Melinda could cool. I couldn't see what she was doing - she might even have quietly left the room, I couldn't tell, she was behind me. But I preferred to see her in my mind's eye with her hand between her legs, slowly rubbing herself, uncontrollably infected by our passion.
Annie was touching me too. Her hand, which was inside my panties, having found my sweet spot, was drawing gentle circles around my clitoris. She was driving me mad. But I kept my focus on Annie. I knew her shivering body would cum soon. I knew she'd lost it.
And she did. Clutching my head to her chest, my ear pressed up against her thumping heart, I heard her squeals of pleasure through my head as she came for me.
I took advantage of her weakened state, sat up, pulled her jeans and knickers down to her ankles, and under her girlfriend's strangely neutral gaze, I wet down on Annie's pussy with my tongue, 69 style, stepping over Annie's head so that my own rear end was available.
I couldn't believe Melinda would just sit there while her partner was ravished by a semi-strange beautiful woman (yessss - that means me!).
I looked up, my chin shinny with Annie's pussy juices, and smiled at Melinda. She couldn't take it: excluded, rejected, and humiliated, she got up snifferly, and walked out.
I felt relieved she'd gone. But also disappointed, there was a nasty part of me that enjoyed seeing a bully bitch like Melinda being put in her place.
I sat up and lowered my backside on to Annie's small face. I wiggled a little. I felt Annie wiggle back to lick me. I wiggled a bit more, pushing my hips a little forward, so that my arse was over her face, and not my pussy.
I wasn't sure how she'd react. I wasn't sure how she'd realise what I'd done. I waited: would she turn her head or would she lick the arsehole I offered her?
I waited, and let myself sink down a little more heavily on her head, until she didn't really have an option.
I felt the golden warmth of a strong flat tongue pressing itself against the tight pink muscular ring of my arse.
I sighed. It was bliss — both what she was doing to me and the fact that she was doing it. It was the first real sign that Annie could move a little beyond the lezzie vanilla.
I realise straight people take it for granted that any bi or lezzy woman will be happy to be a pervert. But it's not true. Lesbians can be just as conventional as anybody else. Just because you fancy women doesn't mean you're into everything - just ask other Hetro men, they not all sex monsters ... it only seems like it!
Her tongue danced round my arsehole, and my hips danced back. Bliss! My hand reached down to stroke my pussy, and I felt myself meltingly in harmony with Annie ... or at least her tongue.
But then I think that's what I love about sex - it's the great simplifier. All the experience and love and humanity and sex that is my complex friend Annie was reduced down to a tickling licking touching tongue. And all that is me was reduced to a simpering bitch masturbating herself while her arse was being kissed.
I came, a great big fat greedy glorious girlie cum.
I was surprised - afterwards - that I didn't break the poor girl's nose.
Annie looked at me sheepishly. Like someone who couldn't name the depravity she found herself performing. Annie the Arse Licker. No, that was not part of her self image. But she looked up at me, half shocked, half pleased with herself.
I got up and started to dress.
She asked me to stay. She always did. Lezzies can be so greedy that way. If they had kids, they'd know you had to get home. Sure, late maybe. But you had to get home. You have to be there in the morning. It's part of their world. It's part of your world. Mum is always there.
Besides. I so didn't want to see Melinda's hurt accusing face over the breakfast table.