I woke up at 6:00 AM on a Friday, my whole body sore from yesterday's volleyball practice. After lying in bed for a couple more minutes, I was able to gather the strength to get up and take a cold shower. Looking in the mirror, I noticed my once soft and shiny, straight brown-colored hair was dry and frizzy. However, I decided to focus on the good things and looked at my body instead.

Since I got into college through a sports scholarship and was training more often, I started to notice a couple more muscles showing, and my abs looked amazing. I was scared that once I started working out more, my boobs would get smaller, but they didn't. They were as big and plump as ever.

"Still a D cup," I said to myself, giving my boobs a little squeeze. "And they're firmer."

After my morning shower, I put on some tight jeans, and a plain T-shirt, and threw on some sneakers. Then, as usual, I got my backpack, headed to the apartment next door, and knocked. The door opened almost immediately, and Mrs. Smith welcomed me with a smile.

"Good morning, Lizzie!" said Mrs. Smith as she gave me a tight hug.

"Good morning! Want some help with breakfast?" I asked.

"No need, dear. I already made everything. Come on in."

Mrs. Smith looked stunning as always. It never fails to amaze me how she's able to look this beautiful at 7 in the morning. Her blonde wavy hair looked as soft as cotton candy; she had a little makeup on that made her blue eyes pop, her perfume smelled sweet and almost hypnotizing, and her body... My god, her body was something straight out of a museum. Full of soft curves, thick thighs attached to wide hips, an ass that was to die for, and breasts that were at least an H cup with big nipples that protruded through her white robe. Once again, I thanked the universe for having this beautiful woman, both outside and inside, as my neighbor.

"I made pancakes today!" Mrs. Smith said as I took a seat at the table. "You're going to visit your parents, again, this weekend?"

"I was, but they got sick and told me to stay home. Since the tournament is coming up, they don't want to risk me getting the flu."

"I'm sorry about that, dear. I know you were looking forward to seeing them again."

"It's okay, Mrs. Smith. I can just go next weekend instead." I gave her a reassuring smile and started digging into the pancakes.

"Well, since you're not going to your parents' house anymore, how about you spend your weekend here?" Mrs. Smith asked as she sipped her coffee.

"Like sleeping here? But I live right next door."

"Yeah, but since the tournament is coming up, I think it will be good for you, like a change of scenery. We can do like a girls' night with face masks and movies!" She said excitedly, and that made me laugh a little.

"You're right, I'm in! Let's have a girls' night."

We spent the rest of our breakfast talking about what we would do during the sleepover and picking movies until it was time for me to go to class and for Mrs. Smith to get ready for work. We decided I would arrive at her house at 8:00 PM that same day, and that was all I could think about all day long. Just thinking of sleeping in the same room as her got me all tingly and a little wet. I would be lying if I said I didn't stop to get myself off a couple of times during the class breaks.

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I got home from college and went to my apartment for a quick shower since I didn't want to arrive at Mrs. Smith's house covered in sweat from training. After that, I put on a tank top with some sweatpants, grabbed a couple of snacks and a bottle of wine, and, for the second time that day, knocked on her door.

"You're here!" Mrs. Smith said as she opened the door and pulled me into her apartment.

I supposed she was already in her pajamas, wearing a light blue babydoll with some lace, thin enough for me to see the slightly darker part of her breasts where her areola rested. I took a deep breath to compose myself and focused on not staring too much.

"I brought some wine!" I said, shaking the bottle a little.

"Oh my god! I love Merlot; it's my favorite!" She said with a big smile and went to the kitchen to bring over two glasses.

Not too long after, we were both sitting comfortably on the couch, drinking wine, and watching some random movie that was competing for the best picture at the Oscars. To my surprise, the main couple in the movie was two girls.

We were halfway into the movie when some pretty spicy scenes started to happen, those two girls were kissing and groping like crazy! I was so embarrassed that I didn't even want to look at Mrs. Smith, but my curiosity got the better of me. When I looked into her face, she was hypnotized; her cheeks were flushed, and she was slightly chewing on her bottom lip. She looked so sexy, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I started becoming aware of how close we were, how her thigh was lightly brushing against my own, and how she was leaning into me. When she suddenly turned her piercing blue eyes and stared at me, I could feel a jolt of electricity run through my whole body. Mrs. Smith looked nervous, and it seemed like she was trying to gather the strength to say something. When she finally did, I couldn't be more shocked.

"Lizzie, you're a lesbian, right?" she asked.

I gaped at her and noticed her starting to regret asking the question.

"I-I'm so sorry, Lizzie. I-it's just... I was just wondering. You d-don't have to answer; forget it, okay?" Poor Mrs. Smith looked on the verge of tears, so I squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"It's okay; I don't mind you asking. It's just I never told you about that, did I?" I gave her a little smile.

"Yeah, it's just..." At this moment, she blushed furiously, and I was scared she might combust. "Sometimes I hear some things; the walls here are pretty thin, you know."

It was now my turn to blush furiously. I wanted to be swallowed by a hole and die from embarrassment. I immediately remembered how I used to bring girls over all the time when I had just moved in here, and all of them were pretty loud. Guess it's my fault.

"I am so sorry, Mrs. Smith! I swear I didn't know..."

"It's okay, dear! I'm not mad at you. Actually, I was wondering if I could... ask you something. It's pretty intimate, so it's okay if you don't want to answer." She still looked nervous but more determined now.

"You can ask," I said, and I braced myself for the question.

"Is having sex with a woman really that amazing? I heard people say that once you've had a woman, you would never again want to be with a man." she leaned in a little bit closer to me.

"Well..." I thought about it for a second. "I've never been with a man, so I don't know if I'm the best person to ask, but I've been with bi girls, and most of them prefer sex with other girls."

"It's just..." Mrs. Smith took a deep breath. "When I was younger, I never thought about having sex with another woman, and even though my late husband wasn't very good at pleasing, I never felt much need to." she held my hands, looking me straight in the eyes. "But since I heard you having sex with other girls... their moans and the way they call your name, I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"About sex with girls?"

"About sex with you."

After the words left her mouth, something inside me clicked, and I couldn't stop myself anymore. I freed my hands from hers and raised one to her chin and the other to the back of her neck. Slowly, I pulled her lips to mine.

Once our lips touched, I felt a shiver through my whole body. My panties were growing damp. Her mouth was so soft, and for a while, I just gently grazed my lips against hers, not wanting to rush and giving her time to back away if she wanted to. But she didn't, so I parted her lips with my tongue and started exploring her mouth. She let out a little moan when our tongues touched and started to reciprocate, turning our gentle kiss into a passionate make-out session.

I brought my hand to her right breast, feeling that her already big nipples were bigger than ever and very hard. I started massaging her whole breast and parted our kiss so I could bite and suck her neck. Mrs. Smith's breath was heavy, and her moans were growing louder.

"Oh, Lizzie, that feels so good!"

"Mrs. Smith..." I felt a finger on my lips, making me stop mid-sentence.

"Please, call me Laura," she said in a husky voice, making my clit throb and my nipples push against my bra, begging for freedom.

"Laura..." I said with a smirk. "I want to fuck you so badly that I think I might die if we don't go to your room right now."

She blushed, stood up, and pulled me off the couch, so we were standing face to face. Then, she leaned in for another kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth and exploring fiercely. We only parted when we were out of breath, and while looking deep into my eyes, she said:

"Me too!"

We stumbled to her room, kissing and roaming our hands through each other's bodies. When we arrived, I sat at the edge of the bed and looked Laura straight into her eyes.

"Strip," I said with a smile.

Her eyes widened, and she looked flustered.

"Aren't we going to strip together?" she said in a barely-there voice, staring at the floor.

"No." I got up and gently raised her head, so now she was looking at me directly. "You're going to strip for me first." Laura gasped a little, I could see a shiver running through her body.

I went back to the edge of the bed and watched as Laura took a deep breath and raised the top of her baby doll off, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were the most beautiful I've ever seen, they were big with perfect brownish nipples that were the size of half a thumb. Her breasts were soft and plump, but not saggy. You could see some stretch marks, but to me that only made them look even more gorgeous. She closed her eyes, ran her fingers through her boobs, and pinched the nipples, letting out a groan of pleasure.

"Hey, don't start without me," I said with a little laugh. "Keep going."

Then she hooked her thumbs on the sides of her shorts and pulled down, already taking off the panties with it. Her cunt was smooth and perfectly shaved. I could already see her pussy lips red and swollen from the arousal. Her clit was slightly peeking through its hood, and her wetness smeared her thick thighs. I immediately felt my mouth water at the sight of her perfectly naked body.

I raised my hand, slowly motioning for her to come over. I then guided her so she was straddling me.

"Please, Lizzie!" she said, panting. "Please, fuck me! Make me cum!"

"It's okay, baby." I gave her a sly smile. "I'm going to take care of you right now."

Then I brought my mouth to her left nipple and started licking and sucking. One of my hands went to pinch her right nipple, and the other went to her pussy lips, softly caressing and finally parting them. She moaned loudly, feeling my lips against her breast and my fingers in her sex.

"Fuck, Lizzie!" Laura was shaking, pressing on my hand, seeking more contact.

Then I ran my fingers through her slit a couple of times, teasing her entrance before plunging my fingers deep into her pussy. I thrust into her tight hole, and at the same time, I started circling her clit with my thumb. She was extremely hot and wet on the inside. Her pussy was clenching around my fingers as if trying to hold me in her.

"I can feel it!" she moaned and held me tightly, running her nails through my back. "It's coming, Lizzie! You're going to make me cum!"

Suddenly, her whole body started shaking before she froze completely. She let out a long moan as her orgasm hit her, then went limp in my arms. I gently lay her down on the bed and cuddled as she got down from her climax. Once she was done, she looked at me with an adoring look on her face, smiling the brightest smile ever.

"That was— I don't even know what to say," she giggled. "It was beyond amazing!"

I slightly turned my head and laughed a little.

"What are you laughing about?" she asked, sounding a bit confused.

"It's just that we haven't even started yet." I loved the way her eyes widened at my affirmation.

I quickly got up from the bed and took all my clothes off. I turned to let Laura take a good look at my body, reveling in the way she gulped and her eyes filled with lust. I knew she was ready for round two.

I got up on the bed, crawling towards her on all fours. When I reached her breasts, I kissed them both softly and kept kissing a trail down her body, parting her thighs and licking and nibbling the soft skin there. She trembled and gasped at everything I did to her. Then I finally licked her center, hearing a surprised moan from her.

"Fuck, Lizzie!" she ran her fingers through my hair, lightly pulling me into her. "This feels amazing!"

I started by kissing and sucking her inner lips. Then parted them with my tongue, licking a line from her entrance all the way up to her clit. I did this a couple of times before attaching my mouth to her clit and lightly sucking. That made her writhe and moan my name louder than ever, and I was relishing each sound I got out of her.

"Oh, God! Lizzie! I'm..." then I suddenly stopped.

Laura gave me a look that was a mix of confusion and anger. That look clearly said, "Why the fuck did you stop?!" but I just repositioned myself and stared deeply into her eyes, I said, "Let's do it together this time."

Then I lowered my body on top of her and made our pussies kiss. We both let out long moans when our clits touched and our juices mixed completely. I started moving back and forth; my pussy felt like it was on fire. I could feel the throbbing from both our pussies, and the feeling made me feral. Laura was clawing my back, getting lost in the feeling of our bodies smashed together. I was breathing heavily, and each time I did, I could smell our arousal in the air.

"Laura!" I moaned her name. "It feels so good!"

"Please, Lizzie, kiss me! I want us to cum while we kiss!" she begged me, and I complied.

We kissed passionately, smashing our mouths together. Pressing into each other more and more. We rubbed and licked until we both moaned loudly into each other's mouths. We came together with a world-crashing orgasm, making me go limp on top of her. After a few minutes, I regained control of my limbs and covered both me and Laura with a blanket. We held each other tightly, and I softly played with her perfect hair until we fell asleep, cuddling just like that.