I've got a picture of Naomi Carton trying out some black underwear. I am her best friend. My name is Moira. I like Naomi's breasts very much indeed, and ogle them whenever I get a chance. I really fancy Naomi, and I think she knows it, although she has never said anything. She has had a few boy friends, but she soon gets tired of them, and always comes and pours her heart out to me afterwards. She probably wonders why I have nothing to do with men. She doesn't know that I am a lesbian - yet.
Naomi really has the most luscious tits, and she likes to flaunt them. One day, I'm going to lose my self-control and make a lunge for her twin beauties. One day, she and I are going to take off the mask and reveal our true sexual orientation. Oh yes, Naomi is lesbian too, like all women, but she hasn't admitted it to herself yet. All women are attracted to other women - they love women's hair, women's lipsticked mouths, women's breasts, women's shapely legs, women's painted fingernails, women's beautifully rounded bottoms - but it may take them some time to find out that it is natural not only for one woman to be attracted to another woman, but it is also natural for a woman to want to fuck and be fucked by other women.
That is why I know that, sooner or later, Naomi is going to forget about boyfriends and is going to turn to me, her patient lesbian friend Moira, for consolation, for love and for sex. Just look at those boobs! They're big and juicy and ripe and just waiting for a woman's loving caress. See how Naomi enjoys fondling her own breasts! Think how she's going to spasm when she feels my hands on them! Better still, when I crush my breasts against hers, Moira and Naomi getting it on together... Of course, I am older than Naomi, ten years older in fact. Her mother, Silvie, is quite worried that her daughter is so friendly with an older woman. Silvie has never had a lesbian experience, I am sure of that. But I can tell from the way she looks at me that she would love to experiment. She's just never had an opportunity. I can see from the way she looks at me that she suspects that I am a lesbian. And she suspects that I have designs on her innocent little girl. Innocent! With tits like those! They stand out so proudly, straining against her tight sweaters or bursting out of her low cut blouses. No wonder every boy in Haddenham gets a hard on when she goes by and wanks just thinking about her. Those stupendous boobs cause the village women, too, respectable wives and mothers every one of them, to catch their breath as a surge of lust ignites their fannies and brings them strange and exciting fantasies about afternoons sporting in bed with ... big-breasted girls like Naomi Carton!
Beads of sweat started in the hollow of Naomi's throat and caressed the white rising curve of her bosom as they slowly slid down into the cleavage between her swelling breasts. I imagined what it would be like to trace the course of those beads of sweat with my tongue, to follow them on their downward journey to her navel and beyond, to the hot wet mysterious region hidden beneath the tangle of her soft pubic hair. She leant forward, causing her breasts to rise and press against the scooped neckline of her white sweater, making her cleavage more cavernous than ever. Was she unaware of the expanse of stupendous cleavage that the movement offered to my hungry eyes? Did she know the effect her nearness and the allure of her fine young bosom had on me? Could she hear the thumping of my heart? There was a raging fire between my legs now, a lust-driven need to reach out and fondle those wonderful globes of milk-white flesh that I could barely restrain. Their perfect roundness and their milky whiteness and their promise of softness and warmth dazzled me. I could not keep from casting glances at them as we talked, desperately trying to make sure that Naomi would not be frightened by my lust for her untouched young body. She was wearing an ankle-length flowing skirt that was unbuttoned right up to the top of her thighs. She sat opposite me, her legs stretched out and splayed wide in the wonderfully carelessly sexy way that young girls have. I noticed that her flesh of her inner thighs was as white as the flesh of her breasts. I imagined dragging my lips along their length, up and slowly up, leaving a moist trail as my mouth, lips parted and tongue ready, approached the fount of her femaleness.
I was trembling now, and had to hold my hands together tightly to stop them shaking. Naomi could not have been unaware of the effect she was having on me, surely? I let my clasped hands fall into my lap and pressed my knuckles directly into my groin, which was crying out for a response as the burning between my thighs became more and more intense. The relief as my knuckles pressed hard against my pubes was delicious. If only it were Naomi's hand exploring between my thighs..... The thought made me blush. A mottled redness suffused my neck and made my cheeks burn.
"Are you all right, Moira?" Naomi asked in a concerned tone. Her lovely wet lips, lipsticked in scarlet as usual, were slightly parted, begging to be kissed by another lipsticked mouth. What could I tell her? No, I was not all right. I was crazy with desire for her soft white body, I was desperate to take her breasts in my hands, to squeeze and fondle them, and to suck their rose-pink nipples into my mouth. I wanted to lie between her thighs, my face buried in her groin, the tip of my tongue tracing a wet path along the inside of her cuntlips and into the hot wet cavern between. I wanted to slake my lust on her by rousing her as I was roused, I wanted her cunt to be ablaze with the same fire that was consuming mine.
I thought of the strap-on dildo in my handbag and how much pleasure I could give her - and myself. I was an expert, I knew exactly how much and when to thrust, when to withdraw until only the tip was in, and when to thrust again, deeper than before, when to be frenzied, when to tease, when to be gentle and when to be hard. If Naomi was going to be dildoed (- and she most surely would be sooner or later; she was too gorgeous to be left alone by the randy women of this village - ), I wanted to be the woman to give it to her. I unclasped my hands, opened my legs slightly and ran my palms along the inside of my thighs. My button-front denim skirt parted to reveal bare flesh; I knew that my posture was unladylike - ladies do not sit with their legs apart - but I wanted Naomi to be aware of my thighs and what lay between them. It was as if I was pointing my cunt straight at hers. I leant back and stretched, causing my breasts to thrust forward suggestively. "Yes, thanks. I'm OK. I just had a sort of flush, that's all." Naomi pretended not to notice my obscenely splayed legs and the tantalising glimpse of lacy white panties between. She spoke, her voice almost, but not completely, normal. I liked the catch of breath before she spoke. I was beginning to disconcert her. "Would you like something to drink? I could make you a cup of tea if you like." "That would be lovely, Naomi. Yes, I'd love one."
It's you I want to drink, not tea, I thought as I watched the sexy wiggle of her buttocks as she teetered away from me and through to the kitchen alcove. I'd love to dildo you up the arse, young lady. Why I had turned from tender to brutal thoughts about the girl I do not know. Perhaps it's the air of vulnerability and virgin innocence in young girls lke Naomi that provoke feelings in me which are a contradictory mixture of romantic and sadistic impulses. I want to be tender with them, but I also want to shock, horrify and hurt them at the same time. And I want them to want what I do to them whether it brings pleasure or pain to them, whether my voice is soft and loving or harsh and cruel, whether I slide gently into their yielding cunnies or ram hard up their tight little arses, whether I use my lips to suck on their nipples or my teeth to bite them, screams replacing moans, yelps of pain replacing sighs of pleasure.... Surreptitiously, I groped myself. My crutch was burning - I could feel it even through the heavy material of my denim skirt... "Naomi. Just popping to the loo," I called. "Rightyho. Tea'll be ready in a sec."
In the loo, I quickly removed my panties and stuffed them into my handbag. I looked at myself in the mirror, at my dark bush of pubic hair and the slit running down from it . I pulled my cuntlips obscenely apart to reveal the little hood of skin which hid my clitoris at the top of my puffy glistening labia. The stubby end of my dildo slid easily into me as I strapped it on. The little serrated ridge that the manufacturers had thoughtfully provided as a clitoris stimulator found its target and gave me a familiar tingling feeling. The main part of the dildo stuck out obscenely from my body as I wrapped my fingers round its shaft, and the large knob protruded aggressively from my fist. I was ready for Naomi now. The question was: would she be ready for me? The thought of her body yielding to my thrustings made me tremble in anticipation.
I pulled my denim skirt down to cover my joystick and walked, as calmly as I could, back into the other room where Naomi was already sitting pouring out cups of tea. As she leant forward, I again got an eyeful of her stupendous cleavage. Surely the little vixen must have been aware of what she was doing? Was she tantalising me? Flirting with me? She had given me no indication before that she might be interested in sex with another woman. But there was always a first time for all women. And once a woman had tasted the joys of lesbian sex the first time, she inevitably wanted to taste it a second time and a third time and many many times after that, until, sooner rather than later, her craving for lesbian sex would be as intense as a drug addiction. A woman, once she has had the taste of cunt on her tongue, develops a raging thirst for the hot viscous vaginal flow of a woman on heat. I know, because I think of little else when I am in the company of other women. I think of little else full stop. I feasted my eyes again on my young companion's bosom. "That's a spectacular blouse you're wearing, Naomi," I said, my voice a little husky. "Oh, this old thing! I've had it ages." "It doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it?" She looked down at her own cleavage and pulled the scoop neck up a little in a futile gesture of modesty. "Oh sorry, Moira. I didn't realise...." "Don't apologise. You have beautiful breasts, Naomi, so why not show them off?" She blushed becomingly. "Mine were firm like yours when I was your age," I said, trying hard to steer the conversation towards sex. I straightened my shoulders and thrust my tits forward. "Not as nice as yours, Naomi, but still not bad for thirty-six, eh?" I cupped my breasts in my hands as if I was offering them to her, lifting and squeezing them together to provide a deep cleavage for her innocent eyes. My nipples stood out hard and erect. She could not fail to see that I was sexually aroused. She stood up, clearly confused and embarrassed. "I-I'll just go and see if the tea is ready," she mumbled, and went over to the alcove. I watched again the wonderful jiggle of her buttocks as she tiptipped across the room. As she stood at the sink, I came up behind her and put my arms round her waist. Now she could feel my breasts pressing into her back, hard and firm inside the sturdy cups of my 36C bra. I had to hold my pelvis back from her lovely arse or she would have felt too the hardness of my strapped-on dildo pressing into the cleft between the rounded hills of her luscious buttocks.
"Sorry, Naomi," I murmured into her ear. Her hair brushed my cheek, which almost made me come there and then. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. After all, we're all girls here together, aren't we?" She turned to face me then. I did not step back as she expected bur remained close to her, our hard nipples almost touching. It required a superhuman effort on my part not to crush her breasts against mine and plant a wet kiss on her sensuous mouth. I could see that she was disconcerted by our closeness. Would she recoil in horror if I kissed her now, or would she melt into my arms? She was ripe for a lesbian experience, that was for sure. She was young and randy and hot for sex. Why else would she make such a play with her cleavage? But was it just general randiness or was it intended for me. She's going to make a lovely femme for some lucky dike, I thought. And I wanted to be the dike to pluck this ripe fruit, bite into its soft white flesh and suck all the juices out of it. But I didn't want to spoil things by rushing it. Had it been a mistake to strap my dildo on so soon?
Naomi pushed past me, her breasts brushing mine, and returned to her chair. I adjusted my joystick, pushing the stump hard up my fanny and returned to sit opposite her. She gawped in astonishment as I splayed my legs apart. The folds of my denim skirt fell open to reveal my lovely dildo sticking up obscenely from my groin. She could see too that I had no knickers on. I was ready for her. "Are you shocked, Naomi?" I asked, as I made a fist round the shaft of my lovely girl-prick and stroked it lovingly. "I ..I..one of the other girls said that you ...," her voice trailed off as she stared in fascination at my naked cunt and at the menacing impaler which stuck out obscenely from it. "That I was what, love?" "That you...you preferred..girls." "Don't you, Naomi?" "What?" "Don't you prefer girls?" "No, of course not!" she said indignantly. "I'm not a ... " "Lesbian?" She looked sullenly down at her hands, which she had folded demurely in her lap. "I think it's disgusting. I'm sorry, Moira, but I'd like you to leave now." "If that's what you want, love. But, just think about it. Didn't you like the feel of my boobs pressed into your back a minute ago? Didn't you like the feel of my arms round you?" "I..that's different." "How is it different? I love to be near you. I love your hair and your face and your breasts and every part of you. What's wrong with that?" "It's disgusting. You're a woman!" "Amen to that. I am all woman, Naomi, and you are all woman. And I would like to make love to you."
My cuntjuices were flowing copiously by this time, and the pressure of the little ridge on my clitty was bringing me close to orgasm. Naomi could see that I was beginning to pant. I noticed that her breathing was quicker, too, and that her breasts were rising and falling dramatically as her breathing became harder. I stood up, modestly wrapping the folds of my skirt over my dilly, and went over to her. I knelt in front of her and gently parted her thighs. Then I reached up and started to fondle her breasts through her white sweater. She offered no resistance, but neither did she respond. Her breasts felt like two huge melons as I cupped them in my palms. I ran the flat of my hands over her nipples, and felt their hardness. Naomi's pert young nipples were swollen and erect, the best telltale sign a woman can get that another woman is sexually aroused. "Hm! I like the way your nipples stand out like that!" I murmured. "You naughty girl! I do believe you're randy!" Boldy I started to pull her sweater up. She offered no resistance, but raised her arms to allow me to slip it over her head. The cups of her lacy white bra could barely contain her luscious boobs: no wonder she could manage such a wonderful sexy cleavage! 36D? 38D perhaps? As big as mine, but firmer, rounder, no sag in them at all. Luscious and juicy and ripe young breasts ripe and ready for picking. I shucked off my blouse and fell on top of her, forcing her back in the chair and pressing my breasts against hers. There was a lovely rustling sound as my bra rubbed against hers. This was heaven! As I came down on her, my dildo slipped comfortably between her parted thighs and its tip pressed insistently against the damp crutch of her panties. "Please, Moira," she gasped, "Please don't. I don't want you to!" She began to struggle beneath me, trying to get free of my embrace, but I was too strong for her.
"Naomi!" I breathed. Before she knew what was happening, I had found her mouth with mine and forced my tongue between her lips. The intimacy of this, her first lesbian kiss, the sensuality of her breasts crushed against mine, and the forbidden thrill as she felt my dildo poised to penetrate her combined to overcome her resistance. She began to respond, at first hesitantly and the more and more enthusiastically. I could feel her grinding her pelvis against mine and making little upward thrusts as if she was begging me to fuck her.
"Naomi, love!" I breathed her name again. Deftly slipping the gusset of her panties to one side, I lovingly fingered her cunny. She was soaking wet! Hot slippery juices were flowing copiously from her, making her cuntlips feel like silk. She was lubricating fantastically, I had never known such abundance of my favourite liquid! I had to get the taste of her on my tongue, but I didn't want to break the magic of our torrid tonguing lesbian kiss. It was agonising, like having to many dishes to choose from at a banquet! In any case, my willing victim had abandoned all her inhibitions and was grinding her belly and rubbing her breasts against mine in a frenzy that took my breath away and caused in me a series of overwhelming orgasms. People a mile away could have heard our sex-crazed cries and moans: two uninhibited lesbians moving together and achieving new heights of orgasmic ecstasy, giving and receiving pleasure as only two women together can.
My dildo was deep inside Naomi now, but I had no recollection of consciously shoving it in. It must have slid in on its own, so lubricated and so wide open was my love's sweet cunt, so ready was she, so eager was she to be seduced into lesbianism, to be fucked by her female lover. "Fuck me, Moira! Fuck me hard! Push it right up! Oooohhh!! Aaaahhh!!!" She let out a deep long sigh and her body writhed as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her whole body was shaking and I could feel her cunt twitching in spasm as her cuntlips gripped the shaft of my dildo. She had been waiting for something like this for a long time, and now that it had finally happened, Naomi abandoned herself willingly to lesbian loving. "Oh, Moira! Moira! That feels so-o-o-o good!! Please don't stop! Keep fucking me! Harder! Fuck me forever!" "I will, Naomi my love, I will! " I whispered, feeling my own cunt on fire as I sank the shaft into her up to the hilt and felt my cuntlips squashing against her lusciously slippery quim.
I continued to shaft her gently and rhythmically until we both entered that trancelike lesbian state where you seem to be floating in space, conscious only of each other's warmth and nearness. It was as if our breasts and our cunts had fused together to become one, every little movement increasing the ecstasy. It did not matter that our breasts were still imprisoned in our bras, or that Naomi still had her pretty black panties on, or that my denim skirt was still rucked up round my waist. We were truly naked with each other, aware only of the lovely feeling of sharing our womanliness. Minutes drifted into hours but still Naomi clung to me, wanting me to stay inside her, loving the feel of her cuntlips tightly gripping the shaft of my dildo while the length of it remained wedged tightly up her cunt. She uttered delightful little moans every time a slight movement from me caused its tip to rub and tease those sensitive spots deep inside her vulva that only women know about. It was a fantastic turn on for me to feel her squirming beneath me as the thrills she experienced became almost unbearable in their intensity. She seemed hotter than ever, so randy, so willing, so good at girl-on-girl fucking!
This had turned into a lesbian encounter with Naomi beyond my wildest dreams. As I had guessed, she had been long overdue for her first lesbian experience. I wondered as I nuzzled her slender white neck how long if would be before she abandoned me for another woman, perhaps for a girl her own age. Of one thing I was certain: Naomi Carton was a dedicated lezzy from now on, a normal woman at last, revelling in the discovery of her true sexual identity. Naomi Carton had discovered the joy of having the hots for a woman at last!
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