35/M here. At the time of this story I must have been about 24
While I was still in the San Francisco Bay Area I had been attending a bunch of Meetups with this one specific group and drinking was definitely involved. I had managed to get to know a few people from this group pretty well, enough to see a few of them outside of Meetup. I was invited to a birthday of one of the members of the group, whom I didn’t know particularly well, by the particular young woman this story involves. Let’s call her London.
How would I describe her. She was a little younger than me, maybe 22. She was a plus size type, but my oh my was she sexy as hell. She had an adorable round face, with a cute nose, and brown eyes. Short hair that was cut to around her ears (I am horrible with hairstyles), that was dyed jet black. She had eye liner on, but little make up besides that. And what she was wearing that night. She wore jeans and sandals on the bottom, with a top that drew your eyes to her humongous tits. They looked as if they were about to pop out of the low cut top and the confines of her bra, that looked like it had a very hard job. Over that she wore a nice looking jacket on top.
She invited me in at the door and I did my best not to give her the once over, but I definitely noticed. She flirted with me lightly as she took me to the back to meet the other guests. There were many other people there, lots of people in tech, fancy jobs and better salaries. She continued to flit back and forth between other guests and myself. A little bit more flirty than usual, but I was aware she was a lesbian so I didn’t make any moves. I just admired her from afar.
The numbers at the party dwindled more and more, as those of us who remained got drunker and drunker. Conversations grew smaller and smaller. When I checked the my phone I saw that it had gotten very late, around 11 or so. I was involved in a game of drunken chess, in which neither me nor my opponent were doing particularly well. London sat down on the couch beside the other player, opposite of me, leaning forward to analyze the game while presenting me with the most invigorating display of cleavage that I have ever seen in my life.
As the last few people who were sober enough to drive left the house, the last of us started cleaning what there was to clean up. Everyone had gone back to their rooms with their significant others or the partners they had for the night. I stumbled around the kitchen looking at my phone, wondering where I would sleep for the night.
It was at that moment that London approached me with a suggestive look on her face.
“Hey, I was wondering if I could sleep on the couch for the night. Much to drunk to drive…”, I said.
“Or you could sleep in my room with me”, London said seductively.
“I wouldn’t want to impose and I know I’m not your type”, I said with a laugh.
“What can I say, I’m an opportunist”, London said. “And your not half bad, for a guy”, she continued, closing the two feet or so of distance between us.
I tried and failed to avoid looking down her glorious cleavage in front of me. She must of noticed.
“Are you sure…”, I started to say, but was interrupted by her grabbing my hand while simultaneously leaning in to kiss me on the lips. Her lips tasted of cherry chapstick and were moist, seductive.
She pulled me by the hand towards her bedroom. We entered the dark room. She turned on a single lamp on the desk before coming back and putting her arms around my waist.
“Here are the rules, Rich”, she started. “Absolutely no sex. I don’t have sex with men. We make out, we get handsy, and then you can share the bed with me.”
That was more than enough for me and I eagerly agreed.
We stood there in her bedroom and immediately went back to making out. I put my hand on her face, guiding her as our tongues danced in eachother’s mouths. My hands moved from her waist to her back, where it rubbed up and down. Her hands also rubbed my back. We stepped back for a moment to catch our breath, while she took her jacket off and I pulled off my polo. We then both jumped onto the bed and got back to making out.
“Can I touch them”, I asked London while looking at her massive tits.
“I thought you would never ask”, she said as she grabbed my right hand and pressed it against her tit. I felt like I was in heaven, her heavy tit in my hand as I fondled it and caressed it in my hand.
“Let me take my shirt off”, she gasped, obviously enjoying it. She quickly pulled off her shirt and bra, exposing her massive H cup tits. I had never seen tits so big and told her so. She just smiled and laughed as I went to work on them, grabbing, bouncing, and fondling to my heart’s content.
“Now it’s your turn.”
I looked at her blankly.
“Let me entertain you, while you wank”, she clarified.
I quickly pulled out my raging 7 inch dick and got to work on it.
“I bet that is popular with the ladies”, she said giving it a look.
“There you go, wank harder, faster”, she said as she bounced her tits in her hands. I worked my dick as hard as I could before blowing my load in perfect time. I grabbed some tissues to clean up. Well spent, both of us ended up cuddling in bed before falling asleep.
So there you have it. That was how I made out with a lesbian. Something I will remember for the rest of my life.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ub07f8/the_time_i_made_out_with_a_lesbian_and_got_to