Am I now Bi-sexual?

Literotic asexstories – Am I now Bi-sexual? by MandLUK,MandLUK
I lay on the bed whimpering quietly as the aftershocks of my orgasm subsided. One or two final throbs spontaneously pulsed from my pussy as I caught back my breath. The sex had been so good, we’d fucked twice and on the second time I had reached a sumptuous peak, causing me to cry out loud uncontrollably. At my young age, I was still a sexual novice, and this was a rare event for me. With my face pressed down into the pillow, Mark had taken me from behind my legs splayed out, my small breasts squashed into the mattress and round backside poking upwards. As my boyfriend withdrew his cock from my gaping pussy, several globules of his seed oozed out of me and dripped onto the white sheet. Thankfully I was on the Pill.

Pleased with his performance, which perhaps he measured by how much noise I made, Mark smiled, pulled my brunette hair to one side and kissed me on the back of my neck,

“Hmm, that was nice, but I’ve got to run Lisa or I’ll be late for my lecture. Let yourself out and I’ll come to yours later as we agreed. Okay?”

I grunted “Yup,” and rolled onto my side to shield my eyes from the light he’d put on and tried to go back to sleep. There’s nothing nicer than post-coital slumber.

After he’d gone, I luxuriated in the aftermath of this passionate lovemaking, my body still tingling with the remnants of pleasure that coursed through my veins. But, as I drifted in the hazy realm between consciousness and sleep, a gentle creak of the door and the whisper of approaching footsteps roused my senses. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft light that filtered through the partially closed curtains. And there at the bedroom door stood Rachel, the partner of my boyfriend’s best friend, a stunning blonde with an ample bosom that accentuated her slender figure. We’d become pretty good friends over the last months.

For a moment, Rachel’s gaze fell upon me, the morning light caressing my flawless, twenty-year-old porcelain skin, bestowing an ethereal glow upon every curve that was not under the half-discarded duvet.

Transfixed I watched as Rachel’s eyes traced the contours of my uncovered body, their journey lingering on the delicate curve of my neck before venturing further down to the side of one of my boobs. From there her eyes travelled to where my slender waist gave way to the subtle curvature of hips and the curve of my derriere. One of my legs, long and sculpted, stretched out before her, exuding an elegant grace that stirred an ache of longing deep within Rachel’s own body.

Embarrassed to be caught so naked and vulnerable, I pulled the duvet over myself, though trying to be nonchalant at the same time.

Rachel, clad only in her partner’s oversized t-shirt, moved towards the bed with a graceful, deliberate stride. Her dishevelled hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face with an alluring confidence. Beneath the loose fabric, her bosom swayed freely, unconfined by a bra, each movement emphasizing her own natural curves. As she walked, the shirt shifted with her, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs and, with each tantalizing step, fleeting glimpses of her blonde pussy hair. The fabric’s gentle sway created a dance of shadows and light, making her sensuality undeniably evident.

Without a word, Rachel walked over to the bed and sat down beside me, our eyes meeting, a mischievous glimmer dancing within hers. The corners of her lips curled into a playful smile as she finally spoke, “Morning, Lisa. You look like you’ve had a good start to the day. No need to answer, as you were so noisy, you woke us both up!” Her voice held a hint of teasing admiration.

Rachel’s gentle touch brushed away a stray strand of my ruffled hair, her fingertips trailing along my cheek. She leaned in closer, so our faces were mere inches apart, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. The warmth of her breath caressed my skin.

“Your pleasure was a siren’s call I couldn’t resist,” she whispered, her voice a seductive melody that lingered in the air. “After the men left us, I had to come and see what you were up to myself.”

I swallowed hard, my heartbeat quickening. The air crackled with unspoken tension as we exchanged a knowing look, acknowledging the uncharted territory between us. Leaning even closer, Rachel’s lips brushed against my ear, her warm breath sending ripples of pleasure through me. “I couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to join you, to share in the intoxicating pleasure that I heard,” she murmured, her voice laced with desire and anticipation.

“I only wished Stephen did that to me, but he doesn’t usually and certainly not this morning,” Rachel whispered, her words laced with a mix of longing and vulnerability. In that moment, she bared her desires. The admission carried a touch of wistfulness, as if confessing a desire unfulfilled, a craving for a connection that mirrored the passionate encounter I had just experienced. In a semi-conscious state, I rolled over so I was face up and propped myself up on the pillows.

As I contemplated Rachel’s words, my mind wandered back to a vivid memory – one that had remained etched in my thoughts since the night we had gone clubbing together a few weeks ago. It was a night of laughter, dancing, and unexpected desires simmering beneath the surface.

I remembered the pulsating music, the dimly lit dancefloor, and the way Rachel’s presence ignited a sense of adventure within me. We had lost ourselves in the rhythm of the music, moving as if in sync, our bodies swaying to the intoxicating beat.

During the crowded club, an undeniable tension lingered between us. It was a magnetic pull, drawing us closer with each passing moment. Our playful banter had taken on a flirtatious edge, led by Rachel, whose teasing glances and subtle touches hinted at her unexplored desires.

And then, as if she knew what I was remembering, Rachel leaned in, her lips grazing against my ear as she whispered, “I’ve always found you incredibly attractive, Lisa.”

I had felt a surge of excitement and apprehension, a blend of temptation and self-restraint. Her words had awakened a dormant part of me, stirring a hidden attraction that I had buried deep within. Last time I had resisted…

As the club night had progressed, we found ourselves in a secluded corner, our boyfriends away getting more drinks. The thumping music provided a backdrop for our whispered confessions and stolen glances. With a daring boldness, Rachel had made the first move, and leaned in closer, her fingers lightly tracing the contours of my face.

Her touch had sent shivers down my spine, her warmth seeping into my very being. In a moment of surrender, I had allowed her to pull me into a passionate kiss, our lips melding together in a whirlwind of desire and suppressed longing.

I remembered the softness of her lips, the taste of anticipation lingering on our tongues. With lustful determination and urgency, she also reached under my silky dress from behind and grasped my bare bum pulling her towards me, so our chests met. I was conscious that my nipples had hardened and pressed against her warm comfortable bosom. In her fervour, she had begun to grope me. One hand seized one of my braless breasts through my dress, the other brazenly reached for my pussy through my soon-to-be-damp thong. For the briefest of moments, I welcomed Rachel’s intrusion, before fear overcame me. I clamped my thighs together as a barrier, and as quickly as our tryst had begun, I had pulled away, a mix of confusion and fear washing over me. It was a stolen moment – a glimpse into a realm where inhibitions fell away, and we embraced the intoxicating allure of exploration. Nothing had happened like it between us since, until now.

Through my awakening eyes I watched Rachel’s gaze as it lingered on my face, before momentarily drifting downward, and there, exposed to her view by accident, was one of my small breasts with its long, enticing nipple. The sight caught her off guard, her eyes widening in a mix of surprise and intrigue.

Realizing the vulnerability of the moment, I pulled the duvet more over myself, a sudden blush creeping across my cheeks. I saw Rachel’s reaction however, how my friend’s eyes had sparkled at the brief glimpse of one of my supine young breasts. The air between us crackled with a mix of desire and a hint of embarrassment, a fragile balance between longing and the need to preserve a sense of modesty.

“My feet are cold,” Rachel voiced, breaking the tension that lingered between them. She looked at me with a hopeful expression. “Could I put them under the cover with yours?”

My brows furrowed slightly, and with a flicker of hesitation I answered pathetically, “But I’m naked under here.”

A mischievous smile graced Rachel’s lips as she reassured me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “That’s okay, I don’t mind, after all we’re both girls” she replied, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness.

In a bold and unexpected move, perhaps designed to level the playing field so to speak, Rachel reached down and pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing her naked form to me. This wasn’t what I had meant her to do when I explained my state of undress. A gasp escaped my lips as I took in the sight of her bare skin, and her voluptuous breasts, with their large pink areola and puffy nipples. They were proudly hanging right in front of my face. As well as staring at them I couldn’t help but look down at her straw-coloured bush where, peeking through the tangled hair, were what Mark liked to call ‘meaty’ labial lips. Mine, even when engorged from this morning’s arousal, were quite delicate in comparison.

After the likely deliberate pause to let me feast on her body, the naked Rachel slithered under the duvet beside me, her bare legs brushing against my warm skin. I let out a playful screech when her cold toes touched mine. Under the shelter of the cover, our bodies drew closer, Rachel finding relief from my warmth. As our legs intertwined, a sense of comfort and intimacy enveloped us and my initial hesitations began to dissolve. The vulnerability I had shared began to slowly blossom into a moment of carefree spontaneity, two souls seeking solace and warmth in the simplest of gestures.

No sooner had Rachel settled beside me, than she sat up as if to talk. In doing so she carelessly (or deliberately?) let the duvet slip off thereby exposing the top half of her body. My eyes were again drawn immediately to the sight of her proud bare breasts, their natural beauty on full display for me to ogle. “Why was I so attracted to a woman’s body?” I pondered to myself. They possessed a captivating plumpness, their contours alluring and enticing. The roundness and volume of her breasts were a sight to behold, I so wanted to touch them.

In that moment, I couldn’t help but compare her generous curves to my own, feeling a hint of self-consciousness about the smaller size of my own breasts. I subtly shifted my gaze to check that my own modest breasts were still covered by the duvet, preserving a sense of privacy and comfort.

A impish smile curved Rachel’s lips as she couldn’t resist the playful question that lingered in her mind. “Lisa,” she began, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and desire, “How many times did you cum this morning? You were a real screamer; I’ve never heard you so loud before.” The question she posed was bold and unapologetic, leaving a tantalizing tension in the air.

My cheeks flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement flooding through me. Her playful inquiry ignited a spark within, evoking memories of the intense pleasure I had experienced earlier. As she waited for me to answer one of her fingers began to toy with one of her nipples, which immediately became erect. It distracted me.

I hesitated for too long, caught between vulnerability and the thrill of embracing this newfound unguarded connection. Finally, I mustered the courage to respond, my voice laced with a whisper of hesitation.

“I… I lost count, Rachel,” I admitted, my admission a testament to the overwhelming pleasure I had experienced.

She started raising her fingers one at a time whilst she counted out loud, “Well I heard you, once, twice, three times.”

I playfully swatted Rachel’s arm away to stop her teasing me. “Oh, come on now, Rachel,” I replied, my voice filled with laughter and a hint of defiance. “You and Stephen have your fair share of noisy nights too. Your bed was knocking against the wall like a woodpecker last night. I guess we’re even.”

Our eyes locked in a shared moment of intimate camaraderie, a playful dance of familiarity and newfound desire. Rachel’s gaze held a mixture of admiration and curiosity, the unspoken question lingering between us.

“I have to admit,” Rachel continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, “I couldn’t help but imagine being there with you this morning, hearing those sweet sounds escape your lips. You are lucky to have such an attentive boyfriend.”

My pulse quickened, a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins. The playful banter between us ignited a fire within me, fanning the flames of desire.

“I bet you are still aroused, let me see?” Rachel probed.

She had no intention of waiting for me to answer and her impulsive desire overtook her. With a daring move, she swiftly lifted the duvet that covered us, her eyes widening with anticipation.

My naked body was unveiled once again to Rachel, but this time in its totality, face up on the bed and right in front of her. I froze unable to react to this shocking development. As Rachel looked me up and down, my skin glistened with a light sheen of perspiration, a testament to the intoxicating pleasures I had shared earlier and the more recent warmth generated between us under the covers. Rachel’s breath tarried as her gaze looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on the swell of my breasts, the gentle curve of my waist, and my innermost area between my hips. As the cold air from the room hit my breasts I felt both my nipples tighten and become erect.

A surge of desire surged through Rachel’s veins, and she couldn’t resist reaching out to trace the contours of my exposed skin with her fingertips, which followed the same path as her eyes, but slower. The touch was electrifying, causing a shudder of anticipation to race down me from top to toe, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

Before this moment I’d have expected my first intimate moments with a woman to begin with kissing, but Rachel had other ideas. Her hands found their way to my breasts, she caressed them with utmost care. The weight of Rachel’s touch against my sensitive flesh ignited a primal response, deepening our connection. Capturing one of my pert titties in her whole hand, Rachel teased the rosy bud with her thumb, evoking a quickened breath from me. She then lent forward. As Rachel’s mouth embraced my other nipple, drawing it into a tender kiss, a soft moan escaped my lips. Waves of pleasure rippled through my body, intensifying my longing for Rachel with each passing moment.

A mixture of surprise and excitement danced in my eyes as I observed Rachel’s audacious acts, unable, perhaps unwilling to stop her. In the charged atmosphere of the room, an unspoken desire hung heavily between us, urging Rachel to explore the uncharted territory that lay before her. Rachel’s fingers moved with purpose, gliding along the contours of my body until they reached the apex of her desire. I was powerless to stop her from devouring me.

Rachel’s fingers swiftly journeyed through my neatly trimmed bush, and reached my aroused, glistening pussy lips. The sensation that Rachel’s touch ignited was nothing short of electric, as if a dormant fire had been awakened within me. It was a touch unlike any I had ever experienced before, and the realization that it came from another woman only intensified the thrill that surged through my body. In that mesmerizing moment, the boundaries that had once defined the nature of our relationship dissolved into thin air. There was a hunger between us, an unspoken yearning that defied societal norms and expectations. I couldn’t help myself from opening my legs to let her in.

As she explored my body, my eyes fluttered shut, surrendering myself to the exquisite touch of Rachel’s fingertips, but blocking off the realisation that it was her, a woman, giving me this pleasure. Each stroke and caress from Rachel sent tremors of pleasure reverberating through my being, building the anticipation to dizzying heights. The rhythm of our breathing fell into sync.

Time seemed to stand still as we both revelled in the intoxicating dance of my pleasure and vulnerability. Our bodies, once separate entities, became entwined in a dance of shared ecstasy, our desires merging and intertwining with a primal hunger that could no longer be denied.

With her body partially wrapped around me Rachel explored my wet folds with lust, our connection transcending into something with utter intimacy. With a purposeful touch, her fingers found their way to my throbbing clit, which was still sensitive from earlier, eliciting a gasp of pleasure that escaped my parted lips. I felt her tease my bud from its hood, which made me clamp my legs together, a reflexive response to the delightful stimulation. I soon learnt that she was an expert and knew how to pleasure me like no man had done before, mixing the direction and rotation of her strokes like a maestro plays the piano.

In the throes of this passionate assault, my inhibitions dissolved, and I opened my legs as wide as I could manage, surrendering completely to the enchanting sensations that Rachel’s touch elicited i. The delicate pats and caresses ignited a symphony of indulgence that resonated deep within my being. I arched my back up and down, inviting more of Rachel’s captivating contact, joining in this intoxicating dance.

Somehow Rachel sensed my desire for penetration, and I recognised the unmistakable feel of a finger as it delicately began to probe inside my gaping sex. I was glad my eyes were closed so I couldn’t see the cocktail of juices that my aroused pussy likely secreted. It was only minutes before that my boyfriend had cum inside of me. Soon the specific count of her fingers inside my loose sex became insignificant amidst the whirlwind of intoxicating sensations that enveloped me. The feeling of fullness engulfed me, a delightful stretch that only intensified my insatiable craving for more. With each thrust, Rachel’s digits navigated the contours of my eager cunt, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my body. The boundaries between pleasure and desire blurred as I surrendered to the raw, unbridled passion that surged between us, or more accurately, from her to me.

Every movement, every exquisite touch, heightened my senses, propelling me towards an ecstatic crescendo. My breath became shallow, my heart raced, as the tension within me built to an unbearable intensity. My pleasure soared to new heights, teetering on the precipice of release, eager to be set free. She sensed my state. Simultaneously, I felt her bend her fingers, which were inside of me, onto my G-spot whilst others flicked my clit directly.

I was brought to a climax of sensations, causing my body to convulse with ecstasy, a chorus of pleasure cascading through my being. My cries of delight filled the air for the second time that morning.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, my body lay spent, my inhalations mingling with Rachel’s as we wallowed in the aftermath of my bliss. Contentment permeated the air, weaving an invisible thread that bound us together in the aftermath of my wonderful release.

In the gentle embrace of the afterglow, Rachel marvelled at my revelation that this was my first intimate encounter with another woman. It was a moment of self-discovery, a step into uncharted territory that had unlocked a new dimension for my being.