I had two experiences with sex with women, both when I was 25.
The first one was when I went to Canada for the weekend with Pawell, my gay male roommate. We spent the first night bar hopping… straight bars, gay bars, lesbian bars. At the last one, which was a lesbian bar, we started talking to several girls. One hit it off with me and we chatted for about an hour.
I have always appreciated beautiful women.. but it’s as much their attitude and personality as well as their looks. This girl was stunning. She had long cocoa brown hair that cascaded down her back in waves and huge brown eyes with long, long eyelashes. I was captivated by her eyes first and then her very musical voice. She laughed musically too. She was a contrast to me… I had just had my hair cut a shoulder length bob that curved down around my throat. One of Pawell’s friends was studying to be a beautician and often practiced on me. I learned to get over being ticklish as he practiced foot massages on my feet, and he colored, cut and styled my hair over and over again. Fortunately, my hair grew fast so he could do lots of styles and cuts. At this point, my hair was a strawberry blond and I loved the color and style. But I was green with envy at this girl’s long wavy brown hair. I don’t remember her name, so I’ll just call her Amy.
Amy was wearing the popular bell bottom pants in a white silky material and a short matching top that wrapped and tied around her waist. I was wearing pink bell bottom pants and a pink and white striped tube top and matching cardigan sweater. Neither of us were wearing bras but we both had on white bikini panties.
We first started talking about clothing and then about hair, admiring each others. When Pawel said I looked like a walking strawberry milkshake, Amy practically drooled and said I looked delicious. That was my first indication that she was interested in me and I was intrigued by that idea.
We talked about the differences of living in the US and Canada, about drinking, about apartments and decorating, about men and women, and made fun of Pawel and gay men.
Before long the discussion turned to sex and she learned that I was straight but open to new experiences. She suggested that we all go back to her apartment, which we did. Before long, she invited me into her bedroom. She could tell I was nervous and told me to not worry, just relax and she would take care of everything, however, if I felt like I wanted to do anything to go for it. Because of my nerves, I took a minute to look around her room.. it was all white and dark mahogany.. A large wooden bed with four posters but no canopy. The walls were typical apartment white, and the two dressers were also white. The bedspread was also white. It felt very clean and business like.
She asked me to take my clothes off and although incredibly nervous, I did, probably much faster than she wanted, but she didn’t say anything about it. Then she stripped too. We were about the same age and about the same size, but her tits were huge.
She asked me to lie on my back and I did. She sat next to me and took my hand in hers and with some hand lotion massaged my right hand. I was surprised but it felt really good. She did my other hand and then moved down to my feet and massaged them as well. This was totally unexpected but it made me feel very relaxed. She then asked me to roll over and she gave me a great back massage and I was becoming totally relaxed. This is not what I expected when she asked me into her bedroom… until her hands ended up on my ass. It felt so good, but now I was getting very nervous.
She told me to relax and said that if at any time I didn’t like what she was doing, to say so and she would stop. I just nodded.
She then asked me to roll back over to my back again and I did. She leaned down to kiss me and her lips felt so soft and her breath so sweet. I could taste the wine she had been drinking. Her hands moved down to my breasts and she cupped them gently and rubbed them softly, not rough and hard like most men did. I could feel my body respond to her.
Her mouth moved down to my tits and pushed them together and took both nipples into her mouth at the same time. An old boyfriend use to do that too and I loved it. She moved back to kiss me again, and I wanted to touch her big boobs, so I reached out and touched them and stroked them lightly. They were so soft. Before I knew it I was sucking on her nipples too.
She then moved down between my legs and and her fingers and tongue were in my pussy and on my clit and I had an experience I rarely had… an orgasm.
I must have had too much to drink because I fell asleep and woke up a while later. She was asleep next to me and my roommate was asleep on the couch.
My other experience was with my friend Ellie. Her roommate, Gary, was a friend of my roommate, Pawell (same one as above), so Ellie and I started doing things together.. lunches out, movies, out for coffee or late night drinks.
One day we had gone out for lunch and she mentioned she loved looking at beautiful women. Up to that point I hadn’t known that Ellie was bi-sexual. She looked at me and said that I was one of them.. a beautiful woman. I blushed, since I never thought of myself as beautiful, cute maybe, never beautiful. But Ellie was gorgeous! Tall (5’9 to my 5’4), brunette, dark blue eyes, long eyelashes, a great figure… everything I was not. Gary and Pawell both worked with me at the phone company, so Ellie invited me over to her house for a drink. She made us White Russians and sat down next to me and asked if I would be offended if she said she was attracted to me. I said no. She asked if she could kiss me and I said yes. Before I knew it we were making out. We stripped down to panties and bras and she used a vibrator on me several times. We never had a chance to do anything after that. Soon after Pawell went postal and threatened me and I moved away. I never saw Ellie again.