Different Scenery

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Different Scenery

by

SheWhoWrites

"I was working at the club in 1995,

Sunday was the night that the gay crowd came alive,

See, I would carry ice

And the crowd was just so nice

That my phobia drowned

While I was getting down.

I met the finest girl of my life, that night, at Gay Night."

Not my words, alas, but they may as well have been. I was working at a nightclub in the mid-nineties, paying my way through Art College. Every Sunday, indeed, the night was given over to the gays. At first, I don't mind admitting, I wasn't entirely happy about this. I hadn't exactly had much contact with gays up to this point, and it was easy to form opinions and prejudices based on little more than gossip. I was straight as an arrow, and I wondered what would happen - what if women tried to hit on me? What if people thought I was gay?

But the first Sunday I worked, my opinions were changed. It was such an easygoing night - there was no agro, none of the trouble you get when straights get together. No fights, no hassle, just lots of dancing. A really relaxed, mixed crowd. And most of the staff were straight anyway, so there was no reason that anyone would jump to conclusions about me.

I was in a relationship at the time. Tom and I got on well, we had a good time and I liked him a lot, but I was never going to end up married to him. I was young, and I liked my freedom too much. I think he felt the same, so we just played it by ear.

On the fourth Sunday I worked, though, I got the shock of my life. I was serving drinks as usual, and a woman came up to the bar. I wondered in that instant what happened to me. She was truly stunning, and at first I thought I was just looking at her in platonic admiration, the way women frequently see other beautiful women. I took her order, and I remember wondering why someone so attractive was ordering just the one drink. Surely she of all people would have someone to drink with.

As I gave her her change, she gave me a wink and turned around. As she walked away I gazed after her, trying to fathom what I was thinking. I couldn't possibly fancy her... could I? She had long chestnut hair and a fantastic figure, and the way she walked was sexy and confident. My eyes followed her across the room, then she disappeared into the crowd and someone else demanded drinks.

For the rest of the evening I found myself trying to catch a glimpse of her, though I was partially terrified that I would see her with another woman. I couldn't figure out what was going on in my head, but I knew that I wanted to see more of her. I didn't catch sight of her again though, and at the end of the night I left with a head full of thoughts that I couldn't comprehend.

As I had previously arranged, I went to Tom's place after work, though it was very late at night. He had already gone to bed, so I let myself in and undressed. As I did so I watched him sleep. I knew I liked him a lot, but this woman I had seen was causing me to wonder all sorts of things. I couldn't shake the image of her from my head.

As I lay beside him trying to drop off, I kept trying to imagine myself with a woman. I had honestly never thought of it before, but I had felt the way my heart reacted when I watched her walk away and there had to be something in it. I had never had any doubts over my heterosexuality and this was so strange. I decided that it couldn't be anything and would probably not seem to matter in the morning. Whatever this was that had taken a hold of me, I would sleep it off.

The following day, and indeed for all the next week, the woman didn't really play on my thoughts. I pushed her to the back of my mind and got on with life as usual. There was no need to dwell on it.

When Sunday came around again I had all but forgotten about it. I worked my shift at the bar as usual, and chatted away to some of the customers as I normally did. The evening wore on, and the thoughts that had plagued me the previous week were nowhere. Everything felt fine... until she approached the bar again.

Immediately all my confusion came flooding back. She was looking even more spectacular than before, if that were possible. She came right up to me, and ordered a cocktail.

I prepared it, constantly glancing over my shoulder at her. She was looking back at me, and I couldn't decide what to make of her expression. It wasn't the way guys look at you when they're interested, it was more subtle than that, and not being used to this situation I didn't know how to read it.

When I took her back her drink, I was about to tell her the cost, but she broke in before I had a chance.

"And whatever you'd like, too."

I smiled, trying to keep my cool. "That's very kind of you."

"Oh, it's my pleasure," she replied, and I thought I detected an emphasis on the last word. "I'm Kim, what's your name?"

"Jenny," I answered nervously.

"Pretty name," she said, "suits you."

I blushed at the compliment, and then in a moment of boldness said "Your cocktail is on the house."

Kim smiled at me in thanks, and all I could think about was the fact that I wanted this woman. She was quite something, and I didn't know what to do. I was sure that she was flirting with me, but again I realised that I had no frame of reference. Perhaps this was just how lesbians talked when they were being friendly. I had no clue, all I knew was how I felt - yet that too was very new and not something I was used to. I was thrown.

"I'm sure I will see you soon," said Kim, before taking her drink and disappearing into the sea of people again. I hoped she was just off to join her friends. I wondered if she had a girlfriend in there somewhere and just indulged in a little light flirtation at the bar for the hell of it. I hoped not.

My heart was racing for quite a time after that, and whenever I had a chance I craned my head over those around me to try and see Kim, but I had no joy. She was truly elusive. Once again, at the end of the night I left the club with a head full of thoughts that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. As I fell into my bed (no Tom this time) I lay awake for a while, still unsure of what to make of it all.

That night, Kim was in my dreams. So was Tom. I was in a bare room with two doors. Through one door was a garden with a lawn and a little hedge. Tom was standing in the doorway. Kim stood in the other doorway, and beyond her was nothing but a fifty-foot drop into an ocean. Very odd.

The following week, I was looking for Kim. I had pretended everything was normal with Tom all week, though it had been a strain. I desperately needed to talk my feelings over with someone, but couldn't bring myself to admit it to anyone.

Kim was there, she didn't disappoint me. It seemed to me that she made a point of ordering her drink from me, too. When I gave her the bottle she had requested she held my gaze for a couple of seconds, and it felt like far longer. Then she moved her head closer to mine and spoke into my ear.

"What time do you finish?"

"At the end of the night," I replied, and Kim looked disappointed. Then I had a thought. "Hang on," I told her.

I pulled one of my colleagues aside. "I'm really sorry to do this to you," I said, "but I feel really lousy and don't think I can stay here. Can you cover?"

"Of course," he answered, "you get yourself home. Don't worry about it!"

I smiled my thanks, gestured to Kim that she should meet me outside, and collected my things from the room behind the bar. As I walked out into the crisp night air I wondered what on earth I was doing, but I knew that this was something I needed to do, to at least talk with Kim. Maybe she could help me make some sort of sense of what it was that I was feeling.

She was waiting for me fifty yards down from the exit, and I walked up to her. She said a warm 'hi' and put an arm around my waist as she began to walk with me.

I pulled away when she did this, and she looked hurt. "I'm sorry," I explained, "but you have to understand, I don't know what this is about. This is all very strange to me."

"I see," she said, "what do you want to do?"

"Just go somewhere and talk, I think. Is that okay?"

"Alright. There's a park down here, we could go there for now."

I wasn't too sure what she meant by 'for now', and no more words were said as we walked, a good foot away from each other, into the park. It was half past eleven, and the place was deserted. It was quite a warm night, and the moon was providing just enough light to get by with.

Kim walked on a little ahead of me and sat herself down on the grass, leaning against a tree trunk. I could see her silhouette from where I was and I wondered what would become of me on this night. She was truly gorgeous, even in profile. I sat down beside her against the tree, and the silence remained intact for a little while still.

She broke it. "I don't quite know what the problem is, but I'd like to help, if I can."

I considered my response for a second, and then decided that if anyone was likely to understand my dilemma, then Kim was. "I have a boyfriend," I said, "I'm straight... or I though I was, at any rate."

"Go on," said Kim, interested.

"I am really attracted to you, but I've never been in this position before. I've not been able to get you out of my head, but I don't know what to do."

"Well, if it's any help, you know I rather like you, at least what I've seen so far."

I smiled, half blushing. Kim put her hand on mine, and this time I didn't pull away. "When I first realised I was a lesbian, it was a scary time for me," she told me, "and it took me a long time to get used to the idea. But I did, in the end, and it turned out well. So I guess I know what you're going through."

"I thought you would," I said, relieved, "I just don't know what I should do next."

"Maybe I can help with that one," whispered Kim, and she leant towards me, very slowly. I knew that she was about to kiss me, and I was both terrified and desperately excited by the prospect. I found myself moving to meet her and our lips met in the most delicate of kisses. I felt her hand, so lightly, against my cheek, and I allowed the kiss to grow in passion. Kim's mouth opened and I slipped my tongue gently between her lips. She was much softer to kiss than a man was; there was nothing forceful in what she was doing. Her tongue reciprocated mine, and her second hand was on the small of my back, pulling me closer to her. I pulled away for a second and looked into her eyes. I got nothing but sincerity, and in that moment I was sold. I flung my arms around her neck and we kissed again, more wildly this time. Kim was above me now; I was flat on my back on the slightly damp grass. We were kissing so passionately that it felt like we were melding into one another. I rolled her onto her back and broke off the kiss. She smiled at me and pushed my hair, which was hanging down, away from my face.

I wanted to say something, but no words could encompass the range of emotions I was going through. I felt exhilarated, delighted, scared, frantic with lust, and also guilty. It was almost too much to take in all at once. Kim pulled my head back down and again we were necking like a pair of schoolgirls. She intoxicated me, I couldn't get enough, and we kissed until our lips were sore.

"You know," said Kim between kisses, "we could continue this somewhere a little more comfortable. My place really isn't far."

I was about to agree, but suddenly I thought of Tom. I knew I wanted Kim more strongly that I had ever wanted anything and it was almost painful to stop what was happening mid flow, but I couldn't do this behind his back. It wasn't fair; he'd done nothing to deserve it. I rolled away from Kim and lay on my back, looking at the stars.

"What's wrong?" she asked, "Did I go to fast?"

"No, it's not that," I said, "I just can't... not while I have a boyfriend. I don't cheat. I'm sorry."

"What are you going to do?"

I raised myself up onto one arm and looked at Kim. "I just need a couple of days to sort things out. Can you wait?"

"Of course, I understand. Do what you have to do, I'll be waiting."

Kim walked me back to my flat. My flatmates had gone to bed by the time we arrived. I would have invited her in, but I didn't trust myself not to let things get out if hand. I was a girl of principles, after all.

On the doorstep, I took Kim's face in my hands and kissed her once more, a long, lingering kiss. Her tongue was again deep in my mouth, still exploring this new territory. I savoured her, her smell, her taste, the texture of her skin. I took her phone number and promised to call very shortly.

I watched her walk away, and then shut the door and retired to my room. As I lay on my bed I could still feel her above me, the way she held me as we rolled on the dewy grass beneath that tree. I hugged my pillow to me, and thought about where this was leading. It was so new, but so very, very good.

I broke up with Tom the next day. I told him that I didn't feel things were working out between us and that we should see other people. He took it rather well, far better than I was expecting. I think he must have sensed that something was up, as he didn't seem particularly surprised.

I didn't feel the need at this point to tell him, or anyone else for that matter, what was really going on. However ecstatic I might have been with my new found passion, I was nowhere near ready to announce it to the world.

On Tuesday evening, I called Kim. When she picked up the phone and I heard her voice again I could have died. Even her voice was delicious.

"Well, I did it," I declared, happily, "I broke up with Tom. I'm a free woman."

"Glad to hear it," replied Kim, "So when are you going to come over?"

"When do you want me?" God, that sounded suggestive.

"You could come over tonight, if you want to."

"You know I do. But are you sure you don't want to go and have a drink or something first?"

"There'll be plenty of time for that later on." Then Kim told me where she lived, and I knew the street so I would have no problem getting there. She told me to come over as soon as I wanted to.

"I'm on my way," I said, and we said goodbye. Now I was starting to feel a bit apprehensive. On Sunday, all we'd really done was kiss one another, and I knew how that went. But tonight I was actually going to sleep with Kim. This would be interesting. I wondered what to expect. I really didn't know what two women did in bed at all; nevertheless, I very much wanted Kim to show me. But what if I was a disappointment to her? No, I thought, she knows I've not been with another woman. She'll expect me to need to learn the ropes first. I grabbed my jacket and headed out of the door, not bothering to change. It wasn't that I didn't want to look good - I did - but in my excitement it simply didn't occur to me. At least I had shaved my legs that morning, which was a stroke of luck - or perhaps I had anticipated this after all.

The walk to Kim's flat seemed to take an age, though in truth it was only about fifteen minutes. I realised that I hadn't told any of my flatmates where I was going, or even made anything up. I hoped that they wouldn't ask; though it didn't seem likely.

Eventually I arrived outside Kim's building. It was a nice place, with four flats, each of a good size. I wondered what Kim did for a living to afford this, especially as she hadn't said anything about having flatmates. I pressed the buzzer outside and Kim answered quickly, inviting me straight up. She lived on the first - and indeed, top - floor. I went up, knocked on the door, and my heart was racing.

After what felt like forever I heard someone unbolt the door from the inside, and it opened. Kim stood before me, looking as wonderful as ever, and my heart leapt. My mouth was dry and I felt hot under the collar.

"So," she said, with what I can only describe as a come-to-bed expression on her face, "would you like to come in?"

I gulped. "Like you wouldn't believe," I just about managed to say. Kim opened the door wider so that I could get in, and I went past her into the hallway. As I did she pushed the door shut and got one arm around my waist from behind. She pulled me to her and I could feel her breasts against my back - her top was very tight. She began to kiss my neck and I felt weak at the knees. Her lips caressed the side of my neck so sensually, and I had to grab hold of a nearby doorframe just to keep standing. I had never felt quite like this.

Without my realising it, Kim got me pressed against a wall, and she pulled my jacket away from my body. Then she returned her attentions to my neck and also my earlobes and the tops of my shoulders, now exposed as I had on only a vest top under my jacket. I sighed with pleasure, and twisted myself around so that I was finally facing Kim. I wanted to see her; I wanted to be able to kiss her back. Without breaking away she took my lips with hers and we kissed as passionately as we had beneath the tree. Kim was pressed right up against me and her tongue was deep in my mouth, possessing me. Her hands were sneaking underneath the lower edge of my top, and the sensation of her fingertips on my skin was electric.

I knew that, unlike the other night, there was nothing stopping us tonight. I was more excited than I could ever remember being, and my heart was absolutely pounding, but I was scared too. It was all so new, yet it felt so natural for me.

I wanted to touch Kim too, and slid a hand up the back of her top to feel the skin of her back. When I did this I felt her tense and then quickly relax - evidently it wasn't just me who was feeling the heat. Feeling bold, I moved my hand around so that it was first on her stomach, then I crept slowly upwards. When I got to her breast, Kim gasped quietly. What struck me first was how very hard her nipple was, and it sure as hell wasn't cold in here. I couldn't quite believe that I could be having this effect on her.

Kim suddenly took a step back from me, forcing me to pull my hand away. Without a word, and looking me right in the eyes, she lifted her top up over her head, and let it drop to the floor. I froze, both in wonder and in not knowing how best to proceed at this point. Her breasts were very inviting, and were larger than they had appeared in the top she had been wearing. Then Kim moved back to me, and took both of my hands in hers. She placed my hands over her breasts and threw her head back and sighed as I made contact.

This made me have a sudden rush of blood to the head and I pulled my own top off, exposing my breasts too. While not quite as well endowed as Kim, I had had my fair share of compliments about my chest in my time, and Kim seemed suitably impressed. When she ducked her head and took my left nipple in her mouth, I thought I was in heaven. Kim knew what she was doing, unlike many men I had been with who would paw hopelessly at me until they decided that was enough to keep me quiet. No, Kim was both gentle and forceful, restrained and passionate, it was a wonderful combination. I felt her roll my hardened nipple around her tongue; she was skilled at this.

Then she stood right up again, kissed me on the lips lightly, and beckoned me to follow her. I did so, and found myself in her bedroom. I was about to say that it was a nice room, but before I could get any words out Kim pushed me down on the bed and was on top of me and we were kissing again, in a frenzy of lust. I felt the way her breasts pressed down on mine, and decided that I could definitely live with this. As I kicked off my shoes, Kim started to run her tongue down my neck, then back up along my jaw, teasing my ear before heading back down the side of my neck to the valley between my breasts.

I felt Kim's hands meet at the zip of my jeans and as she feasted herself on my nipples she undid my jeans and began to push them down. Then she rolled beside me so that she could get them right off, before resuming. Now though, ever so slowly, it was apparent to me that Kim was heading downwards. This realisation gave me a palpitation and a feeling of intense nervousness. I knew what she was doing, I was powerless to stop her (not that I had any wish to do so) and I was aware that my breathing was a lot deeper and faster. As Kim's tongue brushed over my stomach I tensed up from the sensation. She was so good at what she was doing. She kissed as much of my skin as she could, every so often looking up to read my expression.

I still had my knickers on (and I was thanking Heaven that I had selected a good pair that morning - black silk and lace, since you ask), and Kim was at this stage showing no interest in removing them from me. Her lips ran around their edges, and I could feel how very wet I was becoming. I was sure she would be able to tell as well. Kim suddenly kissed directly over my pussy, with only the soft fabric separating her lips from me. This felt amazing, it was different, but the fact that all I could feel was the pressure of her lips heightened things in a way. I was going mad now, I was dying for her to touch me, and she knew it. However, Kim seemed determined to tease me. She lifted herself up and was alongside me again, grinning.

"How are you doing?" she asked, flippantly.

I could barely manage an answer. She knew.

Then she pulled my knickers down and off, positioned herself between my legs, and licked my aching pussy from top to bottom. My God! She was good at this, better than anyone else I'd come across. Her tongue darted just into my opening, and then ran around my clit. As Kim did this she let out a deep throated groan, the kind one makes when one is really enjoying a meal or the like, only more so. I realised I was thrusting down onto her mouth. This felt incredible! Looking down, all I could see were Kim's eyes and the bridge of her nose, the rest of her face was buried between my legs. She was giving me all she had, her licks were forceful and fast, but retained some of her delicacy still. Everything she did felt deliberate, as if she had worked out the exact way of getting the most reaction from me.

It was no good. I loved what she was doing and wanted to enjoy it forever, but when Kim made a seal around my clit with her lips and began to suck, I went over the edge. I threw my head back and wailed, but with delight. As I came, Kim alternated sucking on my clit, which was by now huge, and thrusting her tongue into me. Harder she worked me now, and I was in the grip of the orgasm of my life. I was writhing around so much that it was a miracle that Kim managed to hold on, but she did and didn't let up. I gripped her head with my hands and pulled her into me as much as I could, and so I rode the climax for as long as I possibly could.

Alas, in the end my orgasm died away, and Kim, sensing this, ceased. I lay there, panting hard, and Kim shifted herself up to my level.

I looked at her and smiled. "Wow."

"You enjoyed that then?" she asked.

"Oh my, if this is what it's like, then..." I trailed off.

"This is just the start."

"I don't think that can be bettered." Kim kissed me, then stood up by the side of the bed. She took off her trousers, and her knickers with them, and stood before me. I looked on, wide-eyed. I couldn't deny it; I was massively attracted to her. To all of her, her face, her body, her... ahem... talents.

She lay back down beside me, and I nuzzled her neck and put an arm around her. I could feel her heartbeat, it was fast, and I realised that she would be wanting me to see to her. I wasn't sure what I should do. I wanted to lick her as she had done to me, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for that yet. I started kissing her neck where I lay, and I took one her breasts in my hand. I played with her nipple for a little while, circling it with my fingertips and feeling it grow harder.

I raised myself onto my elbow and caressed Kim's skin softly. My hand went up and down her stomach, occasionally brushing the top of her bush. At one point, feeling brave, I ran my fingers through the hair, but pulled back again when they hit the first traces of her wetness. It wasn't that I didn't want to go further, more that I didn't want to let her have too much too soon. After all, she had teased me, so I thought it was only fair that I do the same.

Kim's expression had changed. Previously there had been a look of quiet determination on her face, telling me that she was in charge, but as my fingers hit upon her wetness, she shut her eyes and her face read of complete submission to me. I wasn't sure what the next move should be, though, and when I stopped Kim was audible in her frustration. She looked up at me and saw that I was hesitant.

"What's wrong, babe?" she asked.

I didn't want to admit not knowing what I should do, but she seemed to guess anyway.

"Just go easy at first, whatever feels right," she instructed. This was ridiculous, I'd got myself off often enough but now, when it came to it, I was stalling. I knew, though, that I really wanted to please Kim. I swallowed, and slowly ran my hand between her legs. I could feel that she was very wet indeed, and I let my middle finger slide between the slick folds of her pussy. She reacted to me as I did this, her body writhed on the bed and she let out a deep sigh. My finger glided upwards, where I came across Kim's clit, which was extremely hard. When I realised that this was my effect I felt delirious, and more confident. I moved the same finger downwards, and came to her opening. I slid the fingertip in, and Kim moaned, but I then moved back upwards, I was playing her now.

"Christ," murmured Kim, "that feels so good." Her encouragement spurred me on and I began to rub her with two fingers now. I took her clit between them and squeezed it, tugged at it and circled it. Kim's groans got deeper and more frequent, and when my fingers glided down to her opening and slipped in, she cried out softly.

I pushed my fingers into her as deep as they would do, right up to the knuckle. Her walls were so tight around me, and I could feel her contracting and relaxing, although whether she was doing this consciously I could not tell. I drew out my fingers and then thrusted back up into her, and she gasped. I was definitely warming to my task now, and my movements increased in both speed and force. I was pounding into her pussy, and Kim was making sounds that conveyed pure lust.

I was becoming swept away by the moment, and surprised myself when I leant over Kim's body as I fucked her and took her clit into my mouth. I had half expected it to taste bad, but got a pleasant surprise. Her juices were sweet in a way, and without question, this was a taste I could get used to. Kim wasn't expecting me to do what I did either, but I could tell she was delighted as the double effect of me jamming my fingers (by now three) into her and playing her clit hard with my tongue caused her cries to become more shrill and incomprehensible. She was bucking around on the bed, and the more she moved, the more determined I became to hold on and so the harder I worked her.

"Oooohmigod, Jennnnnnnnnnnn..." she yelled, as I felt her pussy contract hard down on my fingers, "yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!"

Kim came loud, and she came with real force. I wrapped my free arm around the top of her thigh to stay on and keep sucking her clit, as her pussy released a torrent of hot juice onto my face. She was so tight that I wondered if I would be able to get my fingers back. And still she spasmed, still crying out for more. Was there no end to what this girl would take? My face was covered with her cum and still there was more. I was still moving my fingers inside her, and I thrusted deep once more. With one final scream, she then lay still.

The next thing I noticed was the contrasting silence, save for both of us panting hard for breath. I wiped my jaw on the duvet and looked up at Kim, who was lying flat, gazing at me and lazily stroking my hair. There were beads of sweat on her chest and her brow. I eased my fingers out of her and lay down beside her.

"Jesus," she said, "I think I came about three times there. Damn, that was good."

I smiled to myself. "You said do what felt right."

"Mmmmm."

We lay there for a bit, not saying anything. I was going over everything in my mind. I knew that I had really enjoyed doing what I did, and I really liked Kim. I wondered if I could fall in love with her. It was weird, all of this was very new to me, but I thought I probably could, and would.

Suddenly Kim, apparently now recovered, got up.

"Don't worry," she said in reaction to my quizzical look, "I'll be back."

I waited, and Kim was for gone about two minutes. I wondered where she was, then I heard the sound of a tap and realised that she must be in the bathroom. Soon after that she reappeared.

I couldn't help but notice that she was now wearing a rather large strap-on dildo. She stared at my face, gauging my reaction. At first I was surprised and a little puzzled, then I just grinned.

"Well, Jenny," she said as she came back over to the bed, "I said that was just the start."

"Clearly," I said.

Then she held down my shoulders and was above me, kissing me again. My legs instinctively parted and Kim settled between them. I could feel the tip of her cock pressing against my slit and I knew I wanted her to fill me. I was still wet from earlier, and this situation was turning me on beyond belief.

I placed a hand on each of Kim's buttocks to help guide her into me, and she pushed home. Feeling her dildo, which had a very respectable girth, slide into my pussy was amazing, and before I knew it, I had swallowed all of it. I gasped, and Kim kissed my neck and my cheeks gently, making soothing noises, not that I needed to be soothed right now.

"Do you know," I asked, "what you are doing to me?"

"I have a fair idea."

She then pulled two thirds of the way out, before slipping back in. I was thrusting myself too, which doubled the effect, and I can honestly say that I'd never felt so full. Slowly she built up the force and the speed of her movements, and soon we were really going at it. It felt to me like raw, hard sex, and I loved every minute. I pushed myself as far down onto her as I could, and we were locked together. I could feel my orgasm start to rise within me, and I prayed that this would never stop.

Except it did. Before I got to come, Kim withdrew herself completely from me. The shaft was glistening with my cum, and I was panting, but I was not happy about this. Before I could protest, though, Kim shifted herself slightly and placed her hands under my ass. Then I felt the dildo's head pressing against my asshole, and I realised what she was going to do.

"Oh, shit," I exclaimed, but I wanted this to continue, and she knew it. Slowly, ever so gently, she eased herself into me. At first it hurt like hell, and I wanted her to stop there, but she persisted and once she overcame my initial resistance it got a lot easier. I had never done this before, and it felt different, and very intense. Kim was watching my face for any signs of unhappiness with the scenario. Finally she was all the way into me, and I couldn't believe what I was doing.

"Relax," she whispered into my ear, and I did. Kim was planting little kisses all over my face and I felt at ease. Slowly she began to build up a thrusting motion, but with much smaller strokes. Now I was over the primary discomfort, I realised that I was actually rather enjoying this. I allowed myself to just go with the sensations, and the feelings, on top of the massive arousal I was still feeling from earlier, made the orgasm that had been stopped in its tracks begin to rear its head again.

I could tell I was very tight, but the cum on the dildo from before was serving as a lubricant, and now I was relaxed it really felt wonderful. Kim started to rub my clit with one of her hands, and I could feel myself losing control of my reactions. I knew I was moaning aloud now, and I clung to Kim as she continued to move inside me. My breathing became shallow, and I began to cry out as my climax gripped me. I was thrusting down onto the cock and a fierce pleasure ripped through my whole body. I was gasping for breath, and Kim was holding onto me tightly. I was gripping onto her shoulders and my open mouth was screaming silently against her neck.

Then it all became more than I could handle and I stopped, as did Kim. With great care she slowly removed the dildo from me, took if off her body, and discarded it on the floor by the bed.

I wanted to cry, such was the emotion inside me, but I didn't let myself. Instead, I kissed Kim hard, releasing everything into her. And then we slept.

"I met the finest girl of my life, that night..."