Unknown - Her brute master

The soft firmness of her body, the strange familiarity of her breasts on mine, the sweet, subtle forbiddenness of our love, made me hot and ready to come.

Mandy found my little friend, my clitoris, getting hard and ready to be sucked. She flicked her tongue back and forth over it a few times, just teasing me, watching it get hard and start to protrude from my slit, but not putting her lips on it to give me relief.

I put both hands on her head and guided her down, putting her mouth where it would do me the most good. She didn't resist at all. She knew she was going to give me what I wanted, she just wanted me to ask for it, even if non-verbally.

"I'm almost there, Mandy," I gasped. "Are you ready for me to come?"

For an answer, Mandy took the middle three fingers of her right hand and slipped them between my pussy lips. When she felt my clit grow stiffer in her mouth, and heard my breathing get faster and more ragged, when she knew I was on the brink of ecstasy, then she shoved those fingers as deep into my cunt as she could force them.

"AH! AH! AH!" I pulled a pillow over my face and bit it to stifle my screams.

Mandy sucked and pulled on my clit, hard, giving me great pleasure and pain. Her fingers stretched and pulled at my pussy, sending waves of warmth all the way up through me to the top of my head.

I raised my knees and spread my thighs, I tried to force Mandy's hand and head all the way into me. I couldn't imagine how I had gone through my life without ever before having the pleasure of a woman's body on mine.

Mandy stayed between my legs, contentedly licking up my come juice before it could drip down onto the sheets.

Afterward, Mandy and I lay in each other's arms. Mandy spoke first.

"I thought you were so modest and demure when we were in the locker room, the way you kept yourself covered up alt the time," she said.

"I couldn't let you see my pussy first thing like that, you'd have thought I was a tramp."

"So you let me discover it first hand."

"You asked me out."

"You took me to bed!"

"I knew you were a wild bitch, when you made me bite your titty."

"I'll bite your titty!"

Our playfulness quickly degenerated to more kissing and licking of each other's bodies. Mandy climbed on top of me again, but this time reversed over me, so I could suck her pussy while she are mine.

Her cunt was sweet and tight, just as I'd suspected it would be. We got very little sleep that night, mostly we just played with each other's cunts, licking up our come juices again and again.

Mandy and I became very close over the next few days. She brought her overnight bag and tooth-brush and shared my bed every night.

We ate breakfast and jogged together each morning, swam laps in the afternoon, and held hands through supper each night. Mandy took an extra hour's workout every day before lunch doing sprints in the pool.

I had been right about Mandy. She was a lesbian and she wasn't ashamed of it.

"After Billy raped me I hated to be around men at all. Even my father, who was a wonderful man, made me fearful when he got too close to me."

"At the same time I realized that it was my sister, June, who had attracted me to the double date. It was she I wanted to be with. I was disillusioned about her afterwards, she didn't really care about me, but I realized that I liked girls better than boys. I was in the eighth grade at the time, I've known that I'm homosexual for a long time."

"Has it been lonely for you?"

"It was at first, very lonely, and scary. There was no one I could talk to about my feelings, no one to ask questions, no one to touch or kiss. I cried myself to sleep on many of those nights."

"Later, when I was in high school, I noticed some of the girls in gym class would try to sneak looks at the other girls in the shower. One of them was a senior, Debbie Horowitz. She was the star of the girl's swimming team. She's why I got interested in the sport."

"It was hard to find a girl to be friends with back then. Girls who were lesbians were social outcasts. They were never invited to parties or dances. People wrote dirty words on their gym lockers. In that school, in that town, a girl had to appear 'normal' even if she wasn't."

"Debbie was different. She was just like a big sister to me. She said 'Hi,' and made me feel welcome from the first minute she saw me. Later I found out it was because she wanted to make love to me, but I didn't know that then."

"It was Debbie who brought me out. I'll always remember her. She was the one who I gave my virginity to, not that bastard Billy."

It was fun getting to know Mandy like that, learning bits and pieces of her past, a little at a time. She revealed herself to me the same way a rosebud blooms, the outer petals open slowly at first, only revealing the backs of other petals, just like themselves, only further in. Greater depth revealed greater sameness, until, after much patience, the inner bloom, the perfect beauty, fragrance, and selflessness is suddenly revealed.

Mandy took my virginity, in more ways than one. She wasn't just the first woman ever to make love to me, she was the first person in my life who knew how to give me pure, unadulterated pleasure. I was able to completely open myself up to her, and she responded by giving me her all, without reservation. It was a new experience for me. I had never before been "close" with someone the way I was with Mandy. We were friends and equals.

The days blended together into a hazy stream of exercise and love. One morning at the pool we found ourselves alone. It was an overcast, foggy, dank Southern California summer morning.

We were at the pool at seven AM wearing sweat-suits to guard against the chill. The custodian let us in and went on to perform his duties at the main gym. We quickly peeled out of our sweat suits and dove in.

The water was COLD. We pumped our arms and legs and tore off ten fast laps without stopping. Then, warm and steady, we swam next to each other for awhile. It was a kind of naive balletic mating dance we performed in the water that morning. We swam the side-stroke, facing each other, just inches apart.

I was on my left side, Mandy on her right. In stroking down with my right hand, I let it brush down Mandy's breast and torso. Mandy giggled, spitting water at me, and returned the favor. She squeezed my breasts and scratched my pussy with each stroke. I tweaked her nippies as best I could. I started getting warm. I wanted to finish what we were starting.

"Wait here, sweetheart," I said and climbed out of the pool.

I ran through the locker room to the front door. There was no one else in the building. I locked the front door, feeling a thrill of naughtiness shoot through me. I felt like a little girl again.

Back at the pool, I stood on the edge and did a slow strip-tease, giving Mandy my best bumps and grinds. She cheered and whistled, applauded and shouted obscene suggestions to me.

While I was finishing my act, Mandy peeled out of her bathing suit. She splashed me with it as I dove in over her head. She ducked under and caught me by the ankles. We twisted and writhed together in a mock wrestling match.

We gasped for air on the surface and ducked under again. We kissed underwater, tasting chlorine in our mouths. Our bodies squished and slid together, like slippery water balloons. Mandy slid down and put her mouth on my pussy. Her tongue was so warm against the cold of the water I had to pull myself to the surface to keep from gasping water into my lungs.

Mandy grabbed a breath of air and went back to my cunt. I did a slow backstroke and got us over to the side of the pool while Mandy continued licking me furiously. I couldn't do it. If I let myself come in the water I'd drown.