Lesbian Sex Stories
Carole stepped back a pace, reached down and pulled her negligee off, tossing it to one side and standing there naked. God, she was beautiful. I couldn’t move.
Carole’s hips swayed as she walked over to me. “Lock the door,” she whispered. I still couldn’t move. My legs were jelly and I was trembling. Carole walked past me to lock the door herself and I managed to turn and watch her back, her buttocks, her thighs. How could anyone have such beautiful, brown skin? She turned and walked back to me. “Don’t move,” she said, and slowly began to undress me. She removed my jacket, carefully folding it over the back of a chair. Then she unzipped my jeans, slipped her thumbs beneath the waistline and wiggled them down to my ankles. I held her shoulders and kicked my jeans and shoes into the corner, so that I was standing there in undies and socks. Carole kissed me again while she undid my bra and then bent her head to take one of my nipples ever so gently into her mouth. Her beautiful brown eyes looked up at me and she smiled around my nipple while keeping her tongue pressed against it. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” she said.
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Carole stood up straight and pulled me to her, so that our stomachs were pressed together. She nibbled at my earlobe and at the same time slipped her hands inside my knickers and squeezed my buttocks. She seemed hesitant to remove the final barrier. I realized that she was waiting from a positive signal from me. She’d made all the running so far, with me really just not resisting.
I stepped back, maintaining eye contact, and slowly worked my knickers off, standing up at last totally naked. I could feel that I was wet and ready between the legs, though what for I didn’t know.
Carole knelt in front of me, her nose level with my bush. She breathed deeply. Instinctively, I opened my legs and bent my knees slightly. Still kneeling, she moved forward and leaned back so that her mouth was just touching my outer lips. Her tongue touched my clitoris and my whole body shuddered. “I love the taste of cunt,” Carole said.
Ten minutes later, having first kissed each other’s breasts and explored our vaginas with eager fingers, we were locked in a sixty nine position. We were both lying on our sides in Carole’s bed, nose to tail, each of us with one leg drawn up and resting on the other’s shoulder. I had never explored another woman’s genitalia before and had stopped licking to draw back and have a closer look. It was fascinating. Carole’s outer lips, inner lips and the entrance to her vagina lay open before me, like a beautiful flower. I was reminded of a pink rosebud resting on rich, dark soil. I wet my right middle finger in my mouth and traced along her inner lips, finishing at the clitoris, which I rubbed gently. Carole moaned and stopped licking me. I knew she was concentrating on what I was doing. I rolled so that she was underneath me. I stopped rubbing her clit momentarily and she moaned again. “What are you doing? For God’s sake, don’t stop now!” she cried out. “It’s OK,” I said. After all, as a woman, I knew exactly how she was feeling. I started touching her clit again, but this time with my left hand. It was swollen but had dried out a little bit, so I bent my head, licked as far inside her as I could and then transferred her wonderful, natural wetness from my tongue to her clitoris. There was no mistaking the urgency of her moans now. Her climax was not far away.
I inserted first one finger of my right hand and then another into her vagina. With my left hand, I stretched her skin back tightly until her clitoris was as pronounced as possible. The musky, dusky, female smell of her was overwhelming. I breathed deeply of it and then set to work clit-licking with a will.
Carole came with a huge, shuddering orgasm that convulsed her whole body. She gave one long drawn out “Aaaaah!” and grabbed me tightly to her. “I love you, love you, love you,” she was crying. At that moment, I loved her too.
I hope you've enjoyed my personal reminiscence of lesbian sex stories. I was 21 and in my last year of teacher training. Carole was my gorgeous Jamaican born roomie.