Just Once... or Twice
By Miranda Sanderson
Miranda.sanderson84@gmail.com
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"Becky, come on in."
My boss Barry was glad handling in front of the entrance along with the other VP's to the company Christmas party. It's Christmas time (either my favorite time of the year or least favorite). Right now, it was a lonely time. I found out my boyfriend of two years was cheating on me and had decided to move in with the slut. This was two weeks ago so it was a shitty time of the year. I'm Becky Roskov and I work in the legal department of a mid-sized bank. I'm 30, 5'8", 34C with auburn hair. If you have red hair, you're either Russian or Irish. I'm both, mom was O'Leary and dad is Roskov.
I headed over to the bar "Damn I need a drink' I said under my breath.
At the same time a woman sat down. "Jesus, I need a drink." I started to laugh. She was about my age, maybe a little bit older with brown hair and glasses. She had a nice body, she waw about my height and slightly smaller tits.
"What's so funny" she said.
"I said the same thing about 30 seconds before you did."
"What's your drink about? By the way I'm Angela Delvecchio, I work in marketing."
"I'm Becky Roskov I'm in legal. As far as my drink my ex-boyfriend cheated." I don't know why I told her that.
"Mine did also about six months ago and then wanted to know if we could be friends with benefits. He still texts me "you up?"
"What a romantic" I said. At this point we had both finished out wine spritzers and were getting refills. "I don't know what it is with guys."
"Fuckem".
"That's part of the problem" I said as we clinked glasses.
We kind of tuned out the rest of the party and just talked. It was nice to have another woman to talk about, well your life with.She was very easy to talk to the the After third drink I was feeling a little buzzed. "I think I'm ready to get out of here" .
"I think I'm done" Angela said.
"Where do you live? " We had already discussed we both live on the Upper West Side.
"70th and Broadway" she said
"I'm on 85th and West End. I'm grabbing a cab so I can drop you off along the way."
The cab pulled up to her building. "Thanks for the ride". She left the cab but didn't close the door, and hesitated for a second. "Do you want to come up for a while? We can have another drink."
Holy shit, I think she may coming on to me. Holy shit, I'm getting out of the cab!
We took the elevator to her floor. "Easy Becky" I thought. We went into the apartment, and she immediately kissed me."
"Wow. Sorry, I never did this before, I mean kiss a woman. But I just... " she said backing off.
Neither have I" I said, and I pulled her back into the kiss. We kissed for a while, and She reached behind me and unzipped my dress which fell to the ground. I lifted her sweater up. We kept kissing and smiling and giggling a little. I undid the clasp on her skirt, and we were both in our underwear. We continued to kiss, I undid her bra and held her boobs in my hands, she did the same to me, we were kissing and caressing each other's boobs. Then she did something that totally turned me on which was kiss my neck. We went back to kissing and I suddenly found myself sucking on her boobs.
"Oh, yea, that's the way I like it" said Angela. I lifted my head to kiss her again and then went back to sucking her boobs, while slowly pulling off her thong, it was dripping wet as was mine (wow, who would have thought this would turn me on). We were soon naked, rolling on each other, sucking each other's tits and then I said fuck it and kissed down her chest and stuck my tongue in her pussy.
"OH FUCK" she said as I lapped at her pussy and put a finger in. After a few minutes of my tongue exploring her pussy and licking her clit." OH Jesus, I'm coming." I felt her body shudder and her legs wrap around me as she came. I couldn't stop, I made her come a second time and then we switched places. For someone who's never done this before she ate my pussy like no guy ever did. She managed to get me off twice and then I got on top of her, moved her legs and interlocked with her. I don't know how I knew how to do it but it was fucking amazing and she seemed to feel that way also. We continued to kiss, her lips were so soft, and I just wanted to keep kissing her. I don't know where it came from, but I laid on a pillow while he brought her pussy down on my face. I grabbed her hips and licked upward, my face soaking in pussy juices. After having more orgasms that I ever had in one night I was totally wiped out as was she and we fell asleep in each other's arms. Wow, I finally got the lesbian experiment out of my system I thought. I always figured might try it at some point but I'm glad I I got the one out.
I woke up the following morning to her kissing me. I turned around and began kissing her back. She began sucking my boobs and then put a finger in me. "OH SHIT" I screamed, she moved her finger faster and faster and then began licking by her finger and "OH WOW" I screamed as she made me come. We kissed, sucked each other's tits, scissored, tribbed (Though we didn't know that was what it was called )as our pussies touched and we kissed some more. Well, it was good it was Saturday and we don't have to go to work.I got in the shower and she followed me in. She cupped my breasts and said "I think you liked this as she kissed my neck. MMM. We showered together and did it in the shower. After we dried off I punched that French place on my Grubhub account and had croissants and coffee delivered. Wow, I did it a second time with a woman, no big deal, try it once, try it a second time,guess with the shower it was three. Probably never happen again.
TWO YEARS LATER
I didn't want to do it, but our parents insisted. They didn't care we were marrying a woman. We relented and the NY Times had a picture of Angela and I in our wedding dresses announcing our marriage.Rebecca Eoskov-DelVecchio and Angela Roskov-DelVecchio.I lewrned thatit wa not the gender that mattered byt the person who puts a smile on yout face, everday.
I married the love of my life; another woman. We met commiserating over guys that treated us terribly and while that wasn't the reason we made love, fell in love, became a couple, and marry it did lead to me joking occasionally after we make love that we still haven't reached the number of times when we want to stop with each other and go back to guys.
And that was 20 years ago.
Hope you enjoyed this short story of awakening. Miranda Miranda.sanderson84@gmail.com