I felt like I had to get out of there. It was the worst experience of my life. The problem was, my boyfriend was making love to me at the time. I was spread-eagled in his bed, with him pumping away for what seemed like hours, his dick humping my pussy, and it was just not doing it for me. He'd gotten it into his head that the girl has to cum, or the boy is a bad lover. Well, the truth is, he WAS a bad lover, and no matter how many times he banged me, I wasn't going to see any stars. Just the cracks in his ceiling and now I was starting to dry up, as he'd worn off all the KY I'd applied. I wondered if I'd ever find a guy who could fuck me like I deserved to be fucked.

So, I gave him the routine. You know what it is, if you've ever fucked a man. So, after he thought I came, he rolled off me, and immediately fell asleep. Nice. I just stared at his near lifeless corpse for a few minutes, then shimmied out of bed and cleaned myself up. After wiping out as much of his stuff as I could, I put on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and sandals. Picking up my car keys, I drove down to the all-night café.

Grabbing a Grande mocha latte with whipped cream and caramel syrup (hey, what can I say, I'm all girl), I sat down at a corner table and checked out a dog-eared copy of the newspaper. If someone were to describe me at that point, I think they'd say the following: "Twenty-two or so year old brunette, long hair down over her shoulders, nice breasts (more than a handful), hard to say about the ass since she's sitting down (it's VERY nice), cute face, the kind that looks nice without makeup, but isn't really improved by makeup either, good legs (and two of `em), and a vaguely pissed off look on her face." Yeah, that's what they'd probably say.

Anyway, I was just idly reading about the Masters Golf or something, when I heard a soft voice coming out of the photograph of Rory McIlroy.

"Hi, mind if I sit here? The place is pretty packed and strangers have to share tables." I looked around, and except for the girl making coffee, the place was devoid of bottoms to sit in the many empty chairs. I looked around Rory, and saw a twentyish blonde with really short hair, and an outfit more or less like mine, except a green top to my blue one. And a big, cute, grin.

"Uh, sure, go ahead," I said. She settled herself, and stuck out her hand.

"Hi, I'm Tracey. Tracey Grant," she said.

"Uh, I'm Rebecca, uh, Cheeseman." I took her hand and shook it. Nice firm grip. And warm, too.

"So, what brings you here?" I asked. "I'm here to get some studying done, can't do it at my apartment; neighbours. Too loud. Know what I mean?"

"Uh, yeah, I know what you mean. I'm just trying to relax a little before sleep," I replied.

"Huh, I would've guessed differently, if you don't mind me saying so," Tracey said.

"Really, like how?" I replied.

"Well, you've got a really pissed off look on your face for one thing. For another, you look like you just got out of bed before you came here. My guess would be that you're pissed off at your boyfriend, or girlfriend," she continued.

"Boyfriend," I said. "I don't go the other way."

"Too bad," she said. "I do. You wouldn't be leaving my bed pissed off." I guess my face turned really red, because she then said, "There, I've gone and done it again. My big mouth. Look, I'm sorry for butting in ..."

"No, it's okay. Yeah, it's a boyfriend problem.  He's a crappy lover, and I'm madder at myself for settling down. Recalling what she just said ‘You wouldn’t be leaving my bed pissed off’? “Are you a, uh, lesbian?" I blurted out.

"Well, I have slept with guys in my past but right now I’m more into girls”. I had been kind of curious about that whole thing, and I didn't know any gays girls, or at least didn't know any girls who were interested in me.

She flashed me a wry, lovely smile, and I noticed her light green eyes, turned up nose, and light splash of freckles across her nose. She looked like a nice person, and talking to someone nice, was more attractive than reading an almost day-old paper.

"If you don't mind my asking, what's it like to be attracted to girls?" I ventured, but even as I asked, my face was turning a shade of light scarlet again. Tracey didn't seem to notice, and answered my question seriously.

"It's not really different than being attracted to guys. Only, you're looking at other things, like breasts, and cute face, cute butt -, no, that applies to guys, too, uh, how she dresses, how she smells, a superior sense of humour."

We went on like that for some time, and I was pleased that I'd met someone that I could talk to, who was funny and smart. We exchanged numbers, and I thought that I'd made a new friend; not easy to do in this urban area. I said I had to get back, and said goodbye. She looked a little wistful as I walked out of the door.

I was beside my car, looking for my car keys in my jeans pocket, when I suddenly saw a bright light reflect off the windows, followed by a sharp pain on my scalp. I half turned around, and saw a dirty, unshaven man, maybe forty years old, holding a stick and getting ready to hit me with it again. He was mumbling something I couldn't make out, when I saw a flash of light green flying across the parking lot, then the man going flying. I slumped down against my car, and the next thing I knew, Tracey was holding my hand, and gently patting my cheek.

"Hey, Rebecca, are you okay? Did that guy hurt you?" The look in her eyes was one of concern, tempered with anger. "I'll call 999, just sit tight." The ambulance and police came, and took our statements, though I don't think I was much help. Apparently, this homeless guy had been haunting the neighbourhood, and bashing women and stealing their purses. I had no idea what he thought he'd get from me. The ambulance took me to the hospital, where they pronounced my injury "not serious." Tracey had come along, for which I was grateful.

After one hour's observation, I was discharged and was at a loss as to what to do. I felt like I should go back to my boyfriend's, but didn't feel like explaining how I came to be somewhere other than his bed. My only other option was to go back to my place, and make up some story tomorrow for him.

Tracey must have read my mind, because she said, "Wondering where to go now? The doctor doesn't want you to be alone. If you'd like, you could come over to my place." She looked so shy saying that, that I recalled the wistful expression on her face as I'd left. I guessed there wouldn't be any harm, so I agreed. I left my car where I parked it, and rode with her in her car to her place, a nice little apartment near the University.

"Are you enrolled in the University?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm in my last year, graduating next term. How about you?" she asked in return.

"I graduated from Exeter last year, returned back here where I grew up. I've got an entry-level executive type job at the Aldi," I said. She got out, and ran around and helped me out of the vehicle. For the first time I noticed her body, since it was the first time I saw her standing next to me. She was a little taller than me, 5'8" I'd guess, to my 5'6". Her body was slim, but her butt looked very feminine: full, firm and round. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but nicely shaped through her t-shirt. I noticed that her nipples were hard and pointy through the fabric.

She held my arm when I almost fell getting out. My arm brushed against her breast, and it felt warm and soft to me. I felt a little tingle at that.

We went into her ground floor apartment, which was mostly decorated like Ikea.

"Make yourself at home," Tracey said. "The couch is probably the most comfortable. Would you like some coffee?" She giggled when she saw the expression on my face.

"Err no thanks. How you got any tea, I'd love that if you have any?" I said.

"Breakfast tea, okay?" Tracey shouted out of the kitchen.

"Sure," I replied.

Soon we were both sipping our tea, and talking quietly, just as we had been in the café. I don't know if it was the excitement of the evening, or a little residual injury, but my back got really tight, and started hurting. I told Tracey, and she asked me if I thought a back rub would help. I said that I guessed it wouldn't hurt, and she arranged herself behind me on the couch. I felt her hands on my shoulders, and she started slowly kneading my muscles down my back. It was clear that she knew what she was doing.

"Wow, where'd you learn how to do that?" I asked.

"Oh. I'm an assistant trainer for the girls' basketball team here at the university. I'm pretty good at massaging all kinds of muscles." I'm sure that was a double entendre, but I didn't care. It felt SO good. In fact, I felt better than I ever had before, under any circumstances.

"Tracey, that feels very good," I cooed. She laughed, and her head came forward towards me as I rolled mine back. We found ourselves almost looking at each other, and she gently pecked at my cheek. Her lips felt warm and soft against my skin, and I held my head there. She kissed me again on my neck and she held her kiss momentarily, and I found my hand coming around the back of her head, to hold her there.

I turned my body round so we faced each other. She shifted her body also to help. We looked at each other more intently. Her face inched forward and paused with her lips less than an inch away. I impulsively moved my mouth forward, so that our lips were making contact, and it was as though I had unleashed a torrent of emotions in both of us. She pressed her lips hard against mine, and I could feel her tongue toying with my lips. I also surprisingly, felt my pussy getting wet. I had never felt it get wet with any boyfriend, and thought I was just deficient in that area but now, I could actually feel liquid trickling out of my cleft onto the fabric of my jeans.

Her hands, so talented at caressing and massaging my tense back, were even more talented at bringing sensation to my breasts. Both of her hands came around to cup my full breasts, and tease my erect nipples. I couldn't believe the delicious sensations shooting through me every time she'd lightly pinch a nipple. My boyfriend had hardly ever paid attention to making my breasts feel nice, he just liked to stare at them and roughly squeeze them. This was something completely different, and welcome! Tracey continued kissing me, and as I became intoxicated by her talented fingers on me, I moaned into her open mouth, and opened mine wide to welcome her tongue against mine.

We kissed like that for some time, and I could feel that delicious tension rising in my pussy. This time, I knew I'd get relief. I brought my hand down between my legs, and pressed it against my erect clit, through the fabric of my jeans. I knew I shouldn't do such a thing in front of another woman, but I was so hot, I didn't care! I was very surprised to feel her right hand leave my breast, and make its way down to join mine between my legs.

Tracey's hand intertwined with mine, and our fingers interlocked, with us both pressing my clit. It felt very different to me, to know that a woman had her hand between my legs, touching my clit, if only through fabric, because she wanted to bring me pleasure. I'd never had anyone touch me who wanted to do just that. We rapidly rubbed my clit, and the rough fabric of the denim against my defenceless clit, soon had me bucking in a massive orgasm.

"Oh god, oh, oh, yes, that feels SO fucking nice, right there, right there, oh fuck yes, fuck, fuck…I'm cumming!" I held myself rigid for moments, while the electricity ran through my body, then I slowly slumped against Tracey. I felt her let go of my hand, then her hand went to the button of my jeans, loosening it, and pulling down the zipper.

I didn't feel like I could stop her. I didn't WANT to stop her. I wanted her to feel how wet I was down there. No one had ever made me feel like that, except for sometimes when I'd played with myself. I lifted up my butt slightly, and sucked in my tummy so that Tracey's hand could reach my pussy unimpeded. She took advantage of the opening I'd given her, and I could feel her gentle touch on my feminine mound. Her fingers briefly toyed with the thick pubic hair above my pussy, then traced the outline of my vaginal lips, circling around and around, and picking up my moisture that was abundantly flowing over her fingers.

Her index finger gently scraped over my erect clitoris, the moisture allowing it to slide over without rubbing too hard. Her touch there brought me to an immediate second orgasm, and I pulled her face to mine, so that she could kiss me as she slid a finger inside and began toying with me so tenderly. Her lips covered mine, and her tongue thrust into my eager mouth, just as her middle finger began thrusting more quickly into my eager pussy. My hips rose to meet her hand, and I reflexively pushed her finger deeper into my cunt. I came again and again, gasping into her warm and wet mouth.

I collapsed, again, and smiled up at her beautiful face. "God, Tracey, no one's ever done that for me before," I whispered.

"You liked it," she said, half question, half statement.

"Oh, yes, sweetheart, I loved it! I want you to touch me again. And I want to touch you, and make you feel like that!" I gushed.

"Well, if you really want to be serious, we've GOT to find a more comfortable location. Hmm, let's see, where could we possibly go to be more-"

"Come on, where is it?" I cried, standing up and taking Tracey's hand. My pants almost falling down, I can't imagine what I looked like. But Tracey didn't seem to mind, and she squeezed my hand and led me to her bedroom. We lurched through the door, and I was quite impressed by its gracefulness and beauty. While the rest of Tracey's apartment reflected the usual student lack of funds, her bedroom reflected Tracey's feminine soul.

From the lovely window treatments, to the sumptuous quilt covering on her queen-sized bed, and the bewitching fragrance of the potpourris and candles she had artfully placed, it was clear that this bedroom was Tracey's pride and joy. I told her that it was the most beautiful bedroom that I'd ever seen, and the happiness on Tracey's adorable face filled me with warmth.

She stood before me, at the foot of her four-poster bed, and gently kissed the tip of my nose.

"Do you trust me?" she said.

I nodded. "Yes," I replied.

Tracey embraced me, and putting her arms around me, her hands slid down inside my jeans, against my naked ass. The touch of her delicate fingers thrilled me, and I was anxious to feel more. As though reading my mind, Tracey's fingers slipped into the crack of my ass, and brushed up against the sensitive flesh of my puckered hole. She felt my slight shudder, and continued playing with me. Her finger circled round my tight ass opening, gently poking inside, but only just.

Then she pulled that hand out of my pants, and brought it up to my nose. The musky scent on her finger was strangely attractive, and when she gently, but insistently placed her finger between my lips, I opened my mouth slightly to allow her access. She slid her finger into my mouth, and I sucked on it like it was a dick.

I had never felt so naughty in all my life! Tracey then brought her wet finger back to my anus, and slipped it deep inside my hole. I had never felt so sexy and hot. I wanted more and more as she slowly slipped that wonderful finger in and out of my hole. I brought my hands around to feel her butt, and for the first time touched another woman's ass. It felt so full and round, and warm. I slipped one hand inside her jeans, and the fabric imprisoned my hand against the cotton of her panties, but the heat of her rear end was exciting.

Tracey then removed her hands from my ass, as did I from hers, and, stepping back, she looked straight into my eyes, then took the dirty finger that she had so deliciously fucked my ass with, and slid it into her mouth! It was very evident that she enjoyed the taste as she sucked on her own finger, that had been soiled by my hot, dank ass hole. I couldn't believe it!

She then slowly lifted up the bottom of my t-shirt over my head, revealing my full breasts with their erect nipples. She pulled my shirt off, and gently laid it on the nearby night table.

"What beautiful pink nipples, Rebecca," Tracey whispered, as she lowered her mouth to suck on one. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth on my nipple, gently sucking on it, as would a baby feeding from it, brought intense sensations, centring on my pussy, but radiating throughout my being. I cradled Tracey's head on my breast, while she sucked. I only regretted that I had no milk for her. Eventually she moved to the other nipple, and repeated the absolute pleasure she was bringing to me.

My jeans, meanwhile, had fallen to the floor. Since I wasn't wearing any panties, I was quite nude in front of her. Tracey lifted up her head, and seeing that I stood naked, with pants bunched around my feet, knelt before me, as a thrill ran through my body. She gently lifted up one of my feet, removing the pants leg. Then, she lifted the other, and pulled my pants away so that I was fully and completely naked in front of this woman who, just hours ago, had been a complete stranger.

Her hands traced down from the outside of my hips, down my thighs to my knees, caressing my calves and cupping my feet, each in turn. When her hands returned higher between my legs, then higher still, to the inside of my thighs, they stroked my smooth inner thighs, making me shudder. I moved my legs farther apart, to allow her greater access to stroke me, fully aware that my wet pussy was exposed to her view, and was now glistening and open, showing my inner pinkness and excitement.

Tracey gently brought her nose to my slit, and inhaled my aroma there, as though she were smelling the finest French perfume. I hoped my body odour didn't offend her. Apparently not, as her tongue teased out to lap at my erect clit. She greedily licked up more and more moisture from me there. The more she licked, the more I produced. Soon, her tongue was impaled deep inside my soaking wet pussy, fucking my sweet hole with her tongue.

Yet another time that fateful night, I found myself in the throes of an orgasm brought on by this wonderful woman. My hands held Tracey's face to my pussy, as my hips bucked and rocked under her talented tongue. After I recovered somewhat from this excitement, Tracey used her hands to turn me around, so that my butt was in front of her face. She said that I should bend over, and I willingly complied. I couldn't believe that I was revealing myself to another person, as I'd never let any man play with my ass hole. Yet here I was, with my ass stuck in another woman's face! And she, and I, were loving it!

I felt her fingers separate my ass cheeks, and I hoped, deep in my heart of hearts, that she would continue to touch me there, as I'd never felt such unbounded pleasure before. Her finger touched my anal ring again, but was quickly replaced by something warm and wet. She was licking my anus with her tongue! I was shocked, yes, but even more so, excited, and my pussy was lubricating madly. Tracey discovered how wet I was when one of her hands came up between my legs, to finger my hard clit from behind. The sensations I was feeling from having this extremely sexy young woman's tongue deep inside my ass, and her finger gently strumming my erect clit, made me cum again, I couldn’t recall how many times now.

Slowly, I regained awareness of my situation. As I returned to myself, I collapsed onto her bed in front of her. As I gazed at my new found lover, she lifted up her t shirt over her head, exposing her well-formed, firm breasts to my gaze. She had large, brown aureoles and nipples that covered a large part of her smallish breasts, and I ached to feel them in my mouth.

Tracey unbuttoned her jeans, and let them drop to her feet. Unlike me, she had a pair of light green cotton knickers on, with a tremendously large wet spot where her pussy was. It was clear that she was enjoying our play up until now. She stepped out of her jeans, then climbed onto the bed, straddling me. She continued crawling up my body, until her wet panties were directly over my face. Desirous of returning a small portion of the pleasure she'd brought to me, I gripped her round, firm ass cheeks and pulled her cunt down on top of my face.

I gently bit through the fabric until I felt the plump flesh of her swollen pussy lips on my lips. I sucked on her pussy, as she'd sucked on my nipples before, and I could feel the excitement coursing through her, as Tracey, too, was wracked by orgasm. Pleased by the effect I was able to have on her, I slid her panties to one side and my fingers danced across her mound where I caressed her smooth flesh. I slipped my fingers over her plump pussy lips, feeling the few curly hairs surrounding her lips, then the silky wetness of her lubrication as it covered my fingers. I then moved my hands to her rear. My hands caressed the smooth roundness of her ass, and as my fingers stroked the warm, moist crevice between those luscious cheeks, Tracey brought her hand around to grasp my index finger.

She brought my finger to the tiny, puckered hole in that crevice, and it was abundantly clear what she wanted. I slid the tip of my finger inside that hole, and I could feel her relaxing her muscles to allow me entry. My finger slowly and carefully slid inside her, and I marvelled at how hot and smooth she felt there. I could feel my pussy tingling at the thought of my finger being inside of another woman's anus. I didn't care. As I slid my finger in, I could feel Tracey rotating her hips, under the dual assault of my mouth and finger.

With my other hand, I slid the fabric of her panties aside more, so that my tongue was unimpeded in its assault on the silky-smooth skin of Tracey's pussy. The lovely wetness inside her lips, the hard button of her clit, the tiny curled hairs framing her sweet hole, and most of all, the delightful perfume that her pussy gave off, intoxicated me so that I lost all track of how long I pleasured her there. Too soon, she was pulling herself off me, and I begged her to return.

"Soon, soon, my princess," Tracey said. I sat up as I watched her ass slither into the bathroom, when I heard the routine sounds of peeing, followed by the crumpling of the toilet paper, the toilet flush and finally the splash of water in the sink. Tracey came back out, completely nude this time. I looked this perfect human up and down licking my lips in anticipation.

"Have you ever heard of a 69?" She said.

I nodded in agreement "Yes, and let's do it now, please!" I said impatiently.

I lay back on my elbows as Tracey stood by the side of the bed, got on it and stepped over me. She began to lower her and knelt to straddle me. She was faced away me as she bent forward. Gosh her ass was sheer perfection as she wiggled her butt and her feet were inched past my head until her wet pussy was over my face, and her face at my pussy. I pulled her pussy to my face again, inhaling her delightful perfume, but this time it was tinged with the faint smell of her urine. I was delighted with this added smell, and enthusiastically licked the tiny golden globules still attached to her curly pubic hair, that so nicely framed Tracey's delicious pussy. As I ate out her hole, Tracey attacked mine, and soon we were stimulating each other to orgasm after orgasm.

I thought that I had had a lifetime's worth of loving in this one short night, but Tracey wasn't finished yet. She reached over into her bedside drawer, and pulled out a strap-on dildo. I'd seen them in porn videos my boyfriend made us watch together, but never up close and personal. It's for sure that I never imagined I'd be on the receiving end of one, but I was willing to let my lovely Tracey do whatever she wanted to me.

I repositioned myself with some pillows behind me. Tracey kneeled between my legs, with the 7" or so cock sticking out between her lovely, slim legs. I was reminded of the scene earlier in the evening, when I'd been in this position with my boyfriend, but I knew that this version was going to be oh, so much better! Tracey slowly entered my cunt with this firm cock, and as she did so, her sweet breasts bobbed in front of me. After a few slow thrusts, she bent forwards and started to fuck me more quickly. Her lovely breasts swung in front of my face. I grabbed one of her breasts and sucked one of her perfect nipples into my mouth, as she began fucking me harder.

I felt electric tingles shooting through me, and my hips rotating to maximize the stimulation my sweet lover was bringing to me. My arms embraced Tracey, and I caressed her smooth skin as she fucked me deeply. I had no need of KY this time, as I was lubricating madly for my female lover. Soon, she brought me to a new level of excitement, and I felt the colours and fragrances of this new kind of orgasm wash over me. I reached up to Tracey's beautiful, beautiful face, and gently kissed her sweet lips, as lovingly as I have ever kissed another. I could faintly smell the musk of my ass on her lips, and licked at them with my tongue.

Tracey then whispered in my ear, and I nodded submissively. She gently pushed my legs up toward my breasts, so that both my pussy and asshole were open to her. She took the wet cock in her hand, and now pointed it toward my moist ass hole. I held my legs close, keeping myself open for my lesbian lover, and she slowly entered my tight anus with the cock. She slowly, bit by bit, began fucking my ass. No one had ever even touched me back there, and here was my new lover actually fucking my hole. I wanted as much as she could give me, and she gave it to me good!

Her humping my ass was pushing me against the headboard. She was kissing my feet and sucking on my toes while she fucked me. It felt like the most erotic sensation I had ever experienced. Another orgasm coursed through my body as she slowed her movements, slid out of me and collapsed on top of me. I embraced her, as my legs slid back down to the bed. We both fell asleep, and then I woke up, hours later, in the arms of my new lover. She kissed me deeply, and intimately, as she saw me awaken, and I knew that a new day had dawned for me and her.