I was enjoying a quiet sit down in the park that Thursday afternoon, coffee in hand and the sun on my face. A perfectly, warm autumn day. I took a sip of coffee.
“Ah-BOO!” my interloper yelled from behind me.
I almost dropped my takeaway cup on my lap, dislodging the lid in the process. Coffee dripped through my fingers and sprinkled over my shirt.
“Hello Kelly. You’re late”, I said, ignoring the provocation. It would never do to appear rattled with this one. She would enjoy it too much.
The girl sat down on the grass next to me and took a cup of takeaway coffee from the disposable cardboard tray next to me.
Please meet Kelly: a jolly elf of a lass, 27 years old and quite stunning. My only complaint, if I should be forced to own one, is that her hair was cropped too short for my liking. She wore a Ramones t-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. Or, as I tended to think of it as – Kelly’s all round year uniform.
“Hardly late”, she replied. “Blame the bus, Mr Anal”.
She leaned back on the grass and enjoyed the warm sun.
“Actually, I have a proposal for you, James”, she said.
“Oh yes”, sez I. “Your proposals always leave me in some kind of pickle. I’m not helping you move house again. Not after last time”.
“You might want to hear this one out, it is kinda different”, she said.
“Alright, fire away”, I replied whilst taking another sip of coffee, which was another mistake on my part.
“Ok”, Kelly said. “I would very much like to know if you would be willing to fuck me”.
There’s me spilling coffee on my shirt yet again.
“Good question”, I replied, mopping up coffee. “Here’s one for you. Aren’t you a lesbian?”
Kelly picked up a blade of grass and looked as if she was considering an idea never encountered before.
“Well, yes, James, I see your point”.
“Well, Kell, as far as I can make out it is a pretty damn good point”, I replied. “Doesn’t your religion rule out dicks, and stuff”?
“Don’t stop now, James, I can’t hold back the laughter”, she yawned. “Anyway, I’m deadly serious, and I can think of a million reasons why you wouldn’t want to have sex with me. I will happily add yours to the million reasons of my own”.
“Kelly, Darling, I’m afraid that you will have to walk me through all this step by step, because you have lost me completely”.
“Alight”, she said, ”let me explain”.
And so, she did.
Kelly proposed that she sleep with me for a couple of reasons.
1. She very much liked me. Very much.
2. Even though she was “terribly gay”, she also had these strange carnal feelings for me. Feelings that after all this time she wanted to get to the bottom of.
Kelly believed that she was sexually attracted to me, and coming from a lesbian of ten years standing the notion was causing her a fair amount of confusion. She wanted to put the matter to bed, quite literally. This threw the ball right into my hands and now that I was holding the damn thing I wasn’t sure what I should do with it. I decided to explore the idea a bit and buy some time.
“Ok Kell”, I started. “I also am attracted to you, and as you know, I always have been.” (More about that a bit later, dear reader.)
“And, there is a ‘but’”, asked Kelly?
“There’s always a ‘but’, Sweetheart”, I answered. “Always”.
I told Kelly that I was mad for hesitating, that I should just thump the table and bang her till neither of us could walk properly. However, I had a few reservations.
“Please do tell”, she said as she sipped her coffee.
I looked at her stunning shirt with the buds of her nipples poking through and thought that I’m the world’s greatest idiot for hesitating.
I explained that while I’m not an expert on all things lesbian, I’m not sure that one could just flip back and forwards between gay and straight. Might it not cause some sort of harm? I was quite vague about possible harm because, well… I had no idea. I said that bedding her would not work if we ended up not being friends anymore. I kinda… sorta love Kelly, strange as that might seem. You see, Kelly was my first girlfriend – about a million years ago when we were in high school. Yep, I am one fucked-up dude!
She and I were going out together, we were about 16 years old and I was head over nuts in love as only a 16 year old boy could be. We did the dating thing, the party thing, the hanging out at each other’s house thing, and, well, the kissing, groping thing. I never saw her bare flesh, nor even touched it. But I had plenty of opportunities to fondle her bits through her clothes and she mine. We were typical horney teenagers.
One day around my 17th birthday Kelly came out as gay. She wanted to remain friends with me but I was shocked beyond comprehension. Kelly was a lesbian? I was too sophisticated to be disgusted by lesbianism itself, only that my Kelly was one. After all, she gave the best dry handjobs and we had dry humped to the point of messy and awkward laundry days for both of us. I was devastated – I only considered how she must have felt years later. Love can make one so selfish.
By chance, we ran into each other again five years later at what turned out to be our mutual local coffee shop. Kelly had returned from out of state after attending college (journalism major). I was (and still am) a middle-of-the-road professional photographer.
We hit it off immediately and the years fell away. Kelly apologised about the abrupt way she broke the whole ‘gay’ news to me and I apologised for being a total retard about it. Since then we would catch up about every ten days or so for a movie, theatre, a meal or just for coffee.
I suggested to Kelly that we catch up for a meal at a local Thai restaurant, the “Boo Thai” in one week’s time. I left it up to her to decide if we should sleep together. If Kelly didn’t mention it during the meal, then I would take it that she had changed her mind. We would continue as we are now. The devil’s waiting game had begun.
To say that I was distracted the following week would be a major understatement. Two things: I think that I actually loved Kelly, and the other, I had been lusting after her for years. She was my go-to mental masturbation fodder since I was a teen , and now it was possible that I would possess her in real life. That is kind of daunting, doncha think?
Kelly rang me on the Thursday to lock in our meal, and gave no sign that there would be anything more. I counselled myself that we would end up having an awkward Thai meal together, I would go home sad and deflated, have a dejected wank before enjoying a sleepless night. But did I really want to ruin what we already had? Can lesbians switch over to fuck straight guys? It seems pretty unlikely to me. I don’t think that I could give another guy a blowjob which is pretty much the reverse of what Kelly was proposing. The more I thought about it the better I felt. Kelly and I wouldn’t be having sex so everything would remain as it is now. However, one part of me felt pretty down about it all the same.
By the time I sat down at the table I had talked myself out of the very idea. I had even picked out a horror movie to see after the meal, because Kelly was partial to shitting herself scared. She arrived 20 minutes late, or in ”Kelly World”, bang on time.
She was wearing a chic pants suit with a shoulder-less white top and no makeup. I was deep into looking for signs so I half expected that she would wear something more “girlie”, perhaps a skirt or something. Sad isn’t it?
She was a bit distracted, as was I. I took it to mean that she was trying to work out how to break it to me that she had changed her mind. We talked of the usual crap that two close friends talk about.
I never really described Kelly, have I? She was, as I said, 27 years old, petit build, nice boobs of indeterminate size, but just right for her smallish build. She was a brunette, but wore her hair cropped short in a boyish cut. She had two dimples that lit up her face every time she smiled. I wanted to make her smile a lot, just for the dimples. She was hardly ever serious, and her sense of humour was so dry it could burn down a forest. She was also very smutty, my beautiful, foul-mouthed, elfin dyke.
We went through both courses (declining desert) and I was just about to suggest the movie idea when she said, “we should go back to your place. My apartment is an absolute pigsty”.
“So, you really think that we should go through with it then?”, I asked? I was taken aback as I had convinced myself that it was a “no show”.
“Oh, I’ve been looking forward to it all week, but I totally understand if you want to back out. It’s a weird idea on so many fronts”
“No…no… I still want to Kell, it’s just…”
“I know what you are trying to say, James”, Kelly said. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship either. I want to have sex with you, perhaps something more? But for that to happen the ice must be broken. It is no point in starting something that cannot be finished. I suggest that we have some wild straight dirty porking. If that doesn’t work for either of us, we bail out fast. What do you say?”, she asked.
My mouth was dry. “I’m game”, I said.
Kelly got up from the table. “I trust you, James. Now, let’s go”, she said, and grabbed my hand.
On the taxi ride home she brushed my covered crotch with her finger tips the entire way. For a gay chick, she was pretty hetro on my dick and balls. I left my hand on her thigh with the middle finger deep in her vaginal groove. My finger was outside her pants, of course, and I was not actually fingering her. I just allowed the casual movement of the taxi teasingly rock against her vag. By the time we arrived at my apartment, she was squirming and breathing deeply. It was just like high school all over again.
Before I opened the door to my apartment, I pressed myself against her and we kissed deeply. Kelly grinded against my erection almost to the point of pain. She was acting in a very non-gay way which made me wonder what was going on. I didn’t know what to expect, but I imagined that I would have to play a leading role in our little seduction, and she was initiating some of the best raunch I’ve ever seen. Why couldn’t a gay girl take the lead? Her tongue inside my mouth was causing a reaction to my groin that indicated something more than a slow boil was occurring. My hand slipped to her right buttock and she shifted her weight slightly to give me some access to her vagina. Jesus, we were not even in the apartment yet!
I pushed her away, which writes easier than how it was. Kelly was humming on all chambers and seemed keen to continue. “I suggest that we at least go inside before I bend you over, Kell. It might be best”.
Kelly took the keys from my pocket in a way that suggested that she wasn’t in a great hurry and was keen to explore the general vicinity around my pants pocket.
When we were inside the apartment, Kelly announced that she had to pee. I said that I would open a bottle of wine. That agreed, we separately went about our respective business. Thirty seconds later I almost dropped the wine glasses which were brimming with a half decent vin rouge.
Kelly came into the kitchen brandishing her knickers which were slick with her wetness. She held them up for me to inspect. They were black, frilly and wet beyond belief. She was smiling in a very cheeky Kelly way, because besides the whole wet knickers thing, she was also nude from the waist down. Kelly was rocking a bare vag, apparently deciding that there was little point getting dressed again after peeing. I well understand that many women would not display their destroyed panties in this way to their man, it was very raw and crude. It also had a very powerful effect. It is strange to admit that seeing actual evidence that a girl desires you that much that she has almost ruined her underwear, well it must be the king of all compliments.
Kelly causally dropped her sodden undies on the kitchen floor and took her wine from my stunned hand. We retired to the lounge room, me following her glorious bare arse the entire way as if in a trance. None of my imaginings had ever ended up this way. Chalk another one up for Kell.
I sat down on the carpet and Kelly grabbed a blanket out of the cupboard and spread it out upon the floor. I moved over to her and kissed her. She half naked and me fully dressed. That’s how it was for almost ten minutes, neither of us touching the other except for our lips. Kelly had a full bush down below, but not too messy, it was long, but clipped. A kind of tidy mess, if you understand me?
For myself, I like a women with pubic hair, although I have experienced all the variations at some point or other. I have one iron rule – what a girl wants to wear (or not wear) is her choice. I have never met a vagina that I didn’t like.
Kelly put her drink down on a nearby table and undid my belt and removed my slacks. Shoes and socks were next, but strangely, she left my underwear on. With me sitting on the floor and leaning against the couch, she straddled my legs so that her pussy, slightly agape, was lined up against my hard cock, albeit covered by cloth and becoming very wet indeed. For twenty seconds I took the sight in. Kelly looking aroused, white blouse covering her top and bare assed below, her black pussy hair slick and wet , and her vaginal lips parted slightly so they almost looked as if they wanted to devour my manhood right through the briefs. Was this really happening, I asked myself?
Actually, I was wondering a lot of things as, no doubt, gentle reader, you probably are too. A big question for me was just how is it that a committed lesbian such as Kelly could be displaying so much raunch towards a man. I felt that she was showing a bit too much experience for a first timer. Had she done this with a guy before? After the wild ride was over, I actually asked her about her casual attitude about fucking me. I wasn’t going to ask, but it was eating me up. She tussled my hair and smiled.
“Oh James”, you big nincompoop, my desire was real. I have never been with a man before but I’m not exactly a virgin either. I’ve had lots of partners, and I am very sexual. Did you think I would hold back?”
“I guess not”, was all I could think to say. Plus, as our sexing progressed I discovered that she was not as experienced as she first appeared. More on that later.
Kelly was straddling my legs and our respective private parts were in loose contact teasing each other. We were in each other’s arms and were kissing deeply. One of my hands would sometimes cup her right buttock and caress gently the entire area of her bum just to let her know my mind was fully on the business. Whenever I did that she would plant her pussy more firmly on my cock. She would not penetrate herself fully, just a cruel little tease.
Suddenly she jumped off my lap and pulled down my sodden undies and my manhood sprang free at last. A soft breeze caressed my wet hardness. Kelly just looked at my crotch. She was looking at her first sight of a man’s fully engorged hardness in real life with a little bit of fascination.
“So, that’s it, huh?, she said. “It looks familiar, yet different. I’ve watched a ton of porn”, she confessed.
“What does one reply to that”, I asked as she inspected my dick.
“Here goes nothing”, she answered as she put her mouth over my penis. The best bit was her maintaining eye contact with me the entire time.
I would love to be able to report that Kelly gave me the best blowjob of my life. In a porn a lesbian would, somehow, also be an expert cocksucker. Kelly was not perfect, but she was surprisingly enthusiastic. She moved up and down my cock and the visuals were incredible. The physical feelings were mixed. First of all, there was way too much teeth involved, you know what I mean, scrapping. Secondly she must have thought that the “blow” in blowjob meant that you occasionally blew. So every so often she would take my wet cock out of her mouth and blow on it like a candle on a birthday cake. The thing that kept me from laughing was that her wet pussy was rubbing on my kneecap in a most distracting way. Anyway, when a woman has your cock in her mouth, who are you to complain? It was all very sweet.
As Kelly had taken way too much initiative in this little play of ours so far, I decided to ramp it up a notch. I pulled her off my cock, and bade her to stand up. I then lay down flat on the floor and pulled her down onto me. I had her straddle my face with her warm wet cunt. She was now firmly in the driver’s seat – actually, my face was the driver’s seat. She was the driver.
Sitting on a face was old familiar territory to a gay girl. She ground her lips onto my tongue and it was all I could do just to breath and hang on. Most of my senses were blocked except taste. Her legs clamed against my ears so I couldn’t hear her moans and her pubic hair was effectively blocking my eyes as she rode up and down. I could smell her delightful pussy scent, so that was very nice. And as she rode me my dick was waving from side to side like a rodeo rider. It was all I could do just to keep my tongue rigid so she could probe herself as she liked. When she came, I didn’t expect it. From my position she clamped my ears even tighter with her knees, and pushed her cunt deeper into my face. She also pulled my hair quite painfully, but I knew that she was definitely going somewhere pleasant so I rode through the pain like a trooper.
Kelly took her weight off me slightly by raising herself on her knees and looked down feeling flushed. “Not bad for a guy”, she smiled.
My face was covered, plastered in fact, with her delicious cunt juices. “Kiss me and see how good you taste”, I said. She did!
My cock was missing the action and Kelly started rubbing it. “Please Kell”, you better not start fooling around with that thing, it might go off. Let’s not waste it”, I said.
“Let’s get super hetro”, she said. She removed her top and bra and got herself a couple of pillows from the couch and plopped on all fours in front of me.
There was a sight. Kelly assuming the position, bare arsed, tits hanging like low fruit waiting to be picked and looking over her shoulder all expectantly. At the sight I paused, my cock throbbing to my heartbeat. Let’s not rush this, I thought.
I looked at my Kelly girl with affection. This is what it is like. You are surrounded by women everywhere, at the shops, in the street and at work. Women of all kinds, and all of them have the same equipment that Kelly was displaying to me right now. But you can never quite imagine them as they would be in real life. Not in any fantastic detail anyway. Kelly was on all fours in front of me and I was looking at her sweet pretty cunt in amazing detail. The curve of her upturned mound with the neat little groove in the middle; the little twists of pubic hair matted wet by her cum; the little pink rash on her arse caused by my whiskers as she rode me. I saw it all. I even saw the slight and faded stretch marks on her rounded ass cheeks that most women over 18 years have. I loved it all. So, I did something I have never done before.
I slowly moved towards Kelly’s beautiful rump and with my fingers I separated her arse cheeks and began slurping her arsehole with my hot wet tongue. She immediately jolted and tried to move away (probably in horror) but soon realised that I was very keen. I felt her relax and softly push into my face. My tongue circled her little starfish, teasing the nerves therein and every so often, I would push it inside her anus and was rewarded by her gentle moan. There are billions of nerve endings just inside the ass, and that’s just where I was operating. I personally switched on every one of those nerve endings with my tongue. If you want to ask me what a clean asshole actually tastes like – well I would say that it tastes pretty damn good. It tastes a bit “musty”, but not at all how you would probably think. Kelly was rocking back and forth, and after thirty seconds of this work, I could sense that she was getting close.
My tongue left her quivering arsehole, and for the first time for her ever, a hard wet cock slowly eased into the raw heat of her vulva. She sighed and rode on my hardness with one hand fiddling her clitoris. If I had of died at that moment I would not have cared. I tried every mental trick in the book, but within three minutes of rocking slowly back and forth into Kelly from behind, I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. This train had arrived at the station.
Clutching one of her hanging breasts I felt the lights explode in my head. I first felt the movement in the base of my spine, my balls rolled in their sack and in short order I began squirting deep inside Kelly, each pump must have coated the walls of her vulva in thick jets of semen. My head dropped onto her shoulder as I finished my last thrust and felt her fingertips brush against my balls as she furiously rubbed her clitoris.
My cumming, apparently, had then triggered hers. She rocked back into me and came in a soft gentle way this time. Rocking back and forth and on the third pulse of pleasure I heard her say, “James”. That’s all, but it was good enough for me.
When she finished cumming, we both collapsed onto the floor. We were a mess and Kelly began idly checking her crotch with two hooked fingers in some amazement.
“What the hell did you squirt into” me? It’s like mayo only ten times as sticky”.
“Perhaps you might get used to it”, I ventured?
“Perhaps”, she allowed.
Thankfully she was smiling when she said it.
Kelly snuggled into me as we spooned.
I’ll leave my account here, with me lying next to this wonderful and beautiful creature. We were lying in our own sticky bodily fluids together and each deep in thought. What did all of this mean? Will we continue together?
At that exact moment, neither of us knew. And what I don’t know, it is impossible for me to say.
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