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I've got a Lesbian Lover (Ff, adult, teen, affair)
by LAURA (c) 1997

**

I might as well start at the beginning. I suppose I've always been 
attracted to women, but it never seemed excessive until I was 
seventeen. There were lots of beautiful girls all around me and I 
suppose I thought I admired their beauty and sexiness and that it 
was this link to sex that made me so excited and...wet. It just 
didn't occur to me how I really felt. 

Across the street from my parent's house, there was a young couple. 
(Thirty is young from my current perspective.) They had two school 
age children and were very friendly and outgoing. I watched their 
kids when they went out and their house when they were away. The 
husband traveled a lot in his work and was often gone several days 
at a time. 

Maryann and I became friends and I looked up to her as a beautiful 
experienced woman. I talked to her about things I wouldn't think of 
discussing with my mom or my girlfriends. She often asked me over 
to keep her company in the evenings when her husband was away. I 
enjoyed her company so much that I would cancel plans if she 
called. Many times I cancelled dates. 

It was one of these occasions that Maryann complained that her feet 
hurt. I volunteered to rub them and did an okay job. When I got 
home I was breathing funny and was very wet. I got off from the 
memory of touching her. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but 
found myself looking for books on foot massage. I read all about 
reflexology and the benefits of using hand lotion on the feet and 
couldn't wait for my next opportunity. 

It came soon enough and this time, when I was finished, Maryann was 
laying back with her eyes closed; more relaxed than I had ever seen 
her. She offered to do my feet and I jumped at the invitation. She 
asked me how I had improved and I took the books out of my bag. She 
told me I had great hands and had really helped her relax. I was so 
excited that I had made her feel good and had brought her pleasure. 
I was all smiles. 

Her massage on my feet was very good but I felt almost zapped when 
she started kneading my calves as I had done hers. I was so very 
excited and anxious for her touch. That night I slept there with 
her, as I often did on non school nights when her husband was out 
of town. Laying beside her in the king-size bed, it was so 
difficult to get to sleep. I wanted to masturbate, but didn't dare. 
I thought of her until I fell asleep. The next day I started 
reading about other types of massage. 

When she complained of an ache in her shoulder, I was prepared. In 
her neck...arms...hands. It got to the point where I would give her 
a massage every time. (She would return the favor). I started 
staying over more -- even on school nights and -- the thing that 
makes my breath catch even now -- she started taking showers at 
night and dressing in a sleep shirt and nothing else. 

I would massage her back first, feeling the relaxed firm muscles in 
my grip. Feeling the first big jolt in my pussy when I would feel 
the soft sides of her breasts (only briefly). When I worked down to 
her bottom, I had to control my shaking as I kneaded (needed?) her 
soft flesh. I was careful not to touch the area between her cheeks. 
I did succeed in exposing her pussy so I could watch it while I 
worked on her legs and then her feet. My efforts must have excited 
her, because she was very wet. When I was finished I would take a 
shower and cum, my legs nearly giving out on me. 

It was soon after, when we were both in bed, as I was masturbating 
again. (I would wait until Maryann was sound asleep and work on my 
pussy again). I had taken to not wearing underwear when I slept 
over and when Maryann would massage me after my shower, I kind of 
thought she was looking at my exposed womanhood. If she was, she 
must have seen my glistening wetness.

Well, while I was feeling my labia and working moisture up to my 
clitoris, Maryann rolled over and put her arm over me with her face 
very close to mine and kissed me. It was a very gentle "puppy-dog" 
kiss and she didn't seem to be awake. I laid there still until she 
moved again about twenty-minutes later. I was trembling and had to 
go to the bathroom to climax. I think I crossed the line right 
there. 

I removed her soiled panties from the hamper and breathed her smell 
far into my senses. I tasted her femininity and found it even 
sweeter than my own. I came sucking and smelling her panties. 

I guess I had a crush, but I thought I was in love. Maryann and I 
went a lot of places together. Shopping, movies, school events and 
exercise classes. I really enjoyed being around her and wanted so 
much more to express physically as well as verbally how I felt. I 
felt they were linked and that I couldn't do the latter without the 
former. Also I was feeling a little weird. A little different from 
my friends.

These were difficult feelings for a seventeen year old that 
desperately wanted to be like everyone else. I couldn't have 
handled it a couple years earlier, but I think I possessed a 
maturity beyond my years and I decided not to fight how I felt.

My parents had always taught me to be happy first and everything 
else would follow. I kept seeing Maryann and wanting to kiss her 
sweet mouth again. She was beautiful and I loved being around her. 
I took every available, not to obvious, opportunity to touch her 
soft hands, sweet face and knock-out body. 

I wanted to suck on her full womanly breasts and feel the wetness 
that matched my own between her legs. I would sometimes massage her 
face and the distance between us would get so short that I could 
have easily placed my lips on hers, but the distance felt like 
miles. I didn't have the nerve to cross the space between us. 

As summer approached, we took off our sleep shirts for our nightly 
massage and I got my first look at her breasts. They were perfect 
(to me), full with large dark erect nipples. Maryann had suggested 
that we try massaging each other with baby oil. We had both read 
about this in my massage books. My hands slipped and glided over 
her body. I felt more of the side of her breasts than I ever had 
before.

I had already taken my shower and enjoyed sitting on her rear with 
my pussy lips touching her skin. When I got down to her ass, I 
squeezed the bottle (with my trembling hands) and more oil than I 
intended came out and streamed down across her asshole and across 
her cunt to the sheet we had placed beneath us.

We both laughed and I started rubbing her sweet ass. I kept 
slipping in the wetness, accidentally at first, and then on 
purpose; touching her asshole and then her pussy. When she didn't 
protest and in fact told me to "go lower, lower, lower to the right 
now left" until my fingers were right on her clit, I rubbed her the 
way I rubbed my self and soon she was cumming.

It seemed big because she was breathing heavy and when she sat up 
she took my face in her hands and kissed me soooo sweetly. I kissed 
her back and then we kissed for what must have been twenty minutes 
before I felt her hand move to between my legs. She wasn't the 
first one to touch me there, but she was the first woman and it was 
the first time I enjoyed anyone else's hand but my own there. 

I reached out and massaged her great tits in my oily hands and took 
her jutting nipple between my lips. It all flowed so nicely, but I 
had dreamed of it in my mind a thousands different times. I just 
did what I wanted to do...I had made up my mind. Before long we 
were in a sixty-nine position and my tongue darted over her 
pinkness. Her tongue thrust in and out of my virgin pussy with 
unrestrained passion. I came in waves that for the first time 
reached my toes. 

I stopped my licking and just laid there for some time. Maryann had 
moved up and moved her body up against mine with her hand resting 
on my heaving breasts and her lips lightly kissing my neck. When I 
could, I turned and kissed her deeply. We moved into the bedroom 
and for the first time closed the door. 
After that first time, we made love every time we could. I adored 
everything about Maryann. 

The way she looked, felt, smelled, and tasted. I would devour her 
cunt every time. I loved having her sit on my face...I could watch 
her squeeze her breasts and feel her wiggle her sweet ass as she 
moved her clit across my tongue. One time, in my passion, Maryann 
came, but I continued licking and sticking my tongue deep inside of 
her. She came again, but fell back against my knees. When she did 
this, I found myself loving her asshole. 

I fucked it with my tongue (deeply) for some time and then was 
amazed as I felt her cum. She was like a tigress when she flipped 
me over and attacked my rear. I came too and to this day have 
always enjoyed gentle attention back there. 
We also would dress up for each other. Maryann loved me to wear my 
two piece string bikini. I had two favorites.

The first was a white garter belt with white stockings and matching 
panties and bra. I enjoyed removing her panties and replacing them 
with my lips. I would kiss her pussy much as I kissed her mouth and 
then I would carry the sweet taste up to her mouth. We would share 
the taste. In no time, every inch of us would smell and taste like 
cunt. I loved smelling her tit and knowing that my mouth had been 
there, but before that had been sucking deeply between her thighs. 
The second outfit was a terry cloth dress that had a top like a 
tube top. 

Knowing that her large breasts and nipples were that accessible 
always got and kept me wet. Many times she would take them out when 
her husband was somewhere around the house. I would nurse on her 
nipples until she came. Depending on the situation, she might have 
panties on or she might not. Either way she would tease me until 
she could help me cum or until it was time for me to go home (if 
her husband was home) and I would masturbate with thoughts of her 
filling my fantasies. Often of her bent over me with her full 
breasts hanging down to my mouth. 

We had never used a vibrator although I remotely knew what they 
were and what they were used for. I thought of suggesting one but 
knew I didn't need one if she didn't. 

One time I came over in the morning right after her husband had 
left with the kids (Saturday) and walked right in. I stood in awe 
as I watched her masturbating right there on the bed with a 
vibrator. I didn't interrupt, but rather enjoyed watching my lover 
satisfy herself deeply. When she was lying there still with her 
eyes closed, I made a noise. 

She saw me and jumped a little having been caught. I sat on the bed 
and felt the phallus still deep within her. I flipped on the switch 
and started to fuck her slowly. I was so turned on. Occasionally 
she would direct me with her hand. She came again and this time 
kissed me hungrily. I lost my virginity that day and I have no 
regrets that a woman was the first to enter me. 

Maryann sent away for a vibrator set. She told me when she did 
this, so that I would get excited as we waited. It was one of those 
box sets they had at the time. The thing I kept thinking about 
though, was the strap on dildo. I really wanted a good fuck from my 
lesbian lover. 

When it arrived, I didn't waste any time and got on my knees as 
soon as I could. I loved the feel of her strokes and her hands as 
they roamed over me. With her behind me, fucking me, I stood up on 
my knees and kissed her as she pulled at my nipples. I fucked her 
too, but was not as ravenous as she. I was more gentle, even too 
gentle for Maryann. 

We liked to watch each other masturbate. There were lots of little 
toys for us to figure out. Those aside, Maryann could suck her 
breasts without the slightest stretching of her neck. She could do 
it leisurely and I loved to watch her do it. 

One day Maryann tried to use a tiny vibrator in her womanly pussy 
and got very anxious when it seemed to disappear. I reached for it 
and got it out. When I looked up at her, she seemed so horny, I 
asked her what was wrong.

Breathing heavily she said, "Nothing. Put your hand back inside 
me." I did as she asked and watched her melt on the pillow. My 
hands are very tiny and after two kids her cunt was not a girls 
anymore. In no time, I was fist fucking her beautiful pussy. I 
seldom used the strap-on to satisfy her, but did it with my hands.

The summer between my junior and senior years in high school was a 
very busy one for me. My lust for Maryann had affected my grades 
and my parents were cracking down on me. I had to get good grades 
or I wouldn't be able to stay over during the school year. I 
cracked down and got the reading lists and topics that would be 
covered the next year.

When Maryann was at work or otherwise unavailable to me, I would 
study. I didn't play much, except for a two week stay at the beach 
with girlfriends. I'll tell you that story later. To finish the 
point, I got incredible grades my senior year. Honor student. I 
recovered all the ground I had lost in my junior year and then 
some. I was giddy and applied to all the schools I'd dreamed of 
attending.

One evening that summer, Maryann's husband came back early from a 
trip and nearly caught us in bed. Fortunately, we weren't asleep 
(far from it) and heard him drive up. Not knowing how it would look 
or how close he was I hid in Maryann's closet. His closet was in a 
spare bedroom.

Maryann was smart and distracted him. She made love to him right 
before my eyes. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Her husband 
collapsed and fell asleep in no time.

After what seemed like an hour, Maryann woke me and took me out of 
the cramped closet. We made love on the sofa and I slept there the 
rest of the night. Leaving early before her husband woke up the 
next morning. Before I left, she told me that she loved having me 
watch.

I still remember that passionate kiss we shared before she opened 
the door. I was a little jealous, but actually really turned on.
