Faye – lesbian seduction

Hi, I’m Faye.

So, let me tell you how it all began. It started, as things like this normally do, with a crush on someone I shouldn’t have had a crush on. Her name is Sally; she’s a twenty-eight-year-old primary school teacher and she’s married to a friend of my parents. I first met the couple when they came around to our house for a late dinner when I was seventeen. We hit it off and honestly, I think meeting her that night confirmed to me that I was definitely gay.

They came around once or twice a month, and Steve, her husband, was an old school friend of my parents and he’d been married to Sally for about eight years. By the time I was nineteen, they were pretty much family to me. Even though I secretly hated Steve for being married to Sally, he is a nice guy. Not overly good looking or buff but nice enough for me to understand why Sally would love him.

Sally, on the other hand, is beautiful. She has short blonde hair that sits neatly on her shoulders, bright blue eyes and seriously kissable lips. She’s slim and petite, probably about five-feet-five and has the cutest breasts ever. Even though she is that good looking, it isn’t her looks that first attracted me to her.

No, it was her… I don’t even know how to describe it. Do you know how a really sweet first-year school teacher should be? Really bright and happy and quick to smile or laugh with this way of looking at you that just made you want to hug them and kiss them and… well, you know the rest.

There is another layer to this though, see, she has an air of being totally incorruptible. A shining moral light in a world of grime. Okay, maybe I’m going over the top but I’m sure you know what I mean. She is a thoroughly lovely person and, well, I guess I liked the idea of being the one to corrupt her!

Don’t misunderstand me here, I’m a good person, but I like to think that I’m something of a vixen. I have long red hair to the middle of my back and I’m five feet and eight inches and slim with a very decent pair of legs. My breasts are a tiny bit smaller than Sally’s but I’m proud of my pert pair! Much as I like to imagine I’m a ‘bad girl’, that’s a side of me which usually remains hidden.

So, fast forward a couple of months and I had just moved out of my parents’ house into a rather nice apartment. It was on the third floor of an eight-floor building that my hard work and dedication to my job had allowed me to buy and furnish… okay, that’s a lie; my dad bought it for me and helped me furnish it. He insisted and I, in almost no way, encouraged him to. Look, I was between jobs so quit judging me.

It was a Thursday night when things started shaping up. I’d had a boring day at work again. My job entails prancing about an office making coffee for pricks and filing papers that could’ve literally been for anything. When I applied for the job as an office clerk I didn’t realise what they actually wanted was someone to do all the shitty jobs no one else wanted to do. Upward mobility? Dream on. I was sat on my sofa watching TV, still wearing my office clothes with my feet up on the table when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi Faye, it’s Sally, are you alright?” My heart always skipped a beat when she said my name.

“Oh… hey Sally!” I replied, trying not to sound too thrilled she’d called. “I’m good thanks, bored out of my mind watching TV and wondering whether or not to poison my boss with whatever the hell is growing behind the sink. Are you okay?”

“You’re crazy you know,” Sally was giggling in a cute way, but then again I find everything she does is cute. I detected something else in her voice, nervousness perhaps? “I… I mean we were wondering if you’d mind if we came to see you tomorrow. There’s something we want to talk to you about. Well, ask you about actually, if that’s okay?”

“Uh, sure… Sally is everything okay? Should I be worried or something?”

“Oh no, no it’s nothing bad. Just something Steve and I were talking about; we just wanna talk that’s all. But it’s nothing to be concerned about,” she still sounded a little strange but I let it go, I figured there was no point pushing her on it if I was going to find out tomorrow anyway.

“Okay, fine. Umm, do you want me to cook a meal or something? I’ve figured the microwave buttons out,” I was trying to inject a bit of humour into the conversation as it all seemed slightly weird.

“No, no there’s no need for that,” she laughed. “A cup of coffee or something will be fine.”

“Ah, now that I can do, I’m a professional drink maker now.”

“Will seven be okay?” Sally asked.

“Yeah sure, I’ll see you both then.”

“Okay, see you then. Bye, honey.”

“Bye,” I said as the phone clicked on the line. Normally I’d be excited to see them, especially you know who, but something wasn’t right. I’d rarely heard Sally talk that way, normally she’d laugh with me but it was all too serious. So, with my curiosity piqued, I headed into the shower and did several uninteresting things before heading to bed.

Happily, Friday is a day off, so the pricks at the office were making their own drinks today. Although, to be honest, I could’ve done with a distraction because all day long I kept thinking about the impending visit and wondering what it could possibly all be about.

I had another shower at around five and put a loose dress on, a nice knee-length floral green dress (bad girl for life) and waited for them to arrive and even though I’d been waiting for them all day, the speaker on my door still scared the shit out of me when it beeped to let me know someone was pushing the buzzer on the outside door.

I looked at the little image on the tiny screen and saw Sally and Steve waiting for me and buzzed them through the main door. It was an agonising few seconds between buzzing them through and waiting for them to arrive at the door. I had it open already and gave Sally a warm smile when I saw her. She had a big black coat on which made her look even tinier than normal and her blonde curly hair bounced around her pale cheeks as she took the last few steps up to my level.

She returned my smile, but it wasn’t as warm as it usually was, and stepped into my embrace. We said hello to each other and when Steve followed her in I saw that his demeanour matched his wife, but there was more to his expression than hers. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but whatever was going on with them clearly wasn’t good, and where I fit into this was as puzzling as the phone call yesterday.

“Come in, come in, welcome to casa-de-Faye,” I said trying to be as cheerful as possible. “Sorry about the mess, though if you point out anything that isn’t tidy, I’ll consider it an act of war!” I kept smiling as much as I could and took Sally’s coat from her and hung it by the door. Steve could manage by himself; I’m not a valet service for outerwear y’know!

They smiled and sat down as I boiled the kettle, when I glanced back at them they were talking really quietly. I could see Steve shaking his head slightly and looking worried but Sally just looked tense. I carried the drinks in and set them on the table in front of them, then sat down on the chair looking over at them.

“So, don’t keep me in suspense guys, what’s going on?” I looked at Sally then at Steve. “You both look scared to death.” I was smiling when I said it but it was a weak smile at best.

“We are,” Steve spoke up. When he did, Sally looked over at him sternly, or as sternly as she could manage. “I’m sorry.”

I don’t know if that was aimed at me or her.

“We have had a lot of bad news lately honey,” Sally spoke calmly but her voice sounded shaky. “We’ve been trying to start a family; we’d been trying for so long without any success so we went to the doctor to get tested and I…” Her voice trailed off.

“Sally can’t get pregnant, Faye. It’s something to do with the womb lining not being suitable,” As Steve was explaining this I could see Sally moving her knees and cringing like she felt disgusted with herself.

“Oh, Sally I’m so sorry,” I reached out and took her hand in mine but when I saw how down she looked I just had to hug her. I could feel her trying to stifle her sobs and she did manage to keep her composure. “What will you do now?” I asked as I sat back down.

“Well, we went to an adoption agency in town. They sent a person out to our house last week to talk to us and to look around to assess if we could be considered as foster parents,” Steve told me in a matter of fact way, I could sense a degree of anger behind what he was saying. But, it seemed… forced, like he was trying to sound angrier than he was if that makes sense.

“We got a letter from them on Tuesday,” Sally continued. “Apparently because of Steve’s work schedule and my past mental health issues, we can’t be considered as viable foster carers, even though I’m a teacher and look after kids all day!”

“Oh,” I said, feeling uneasy about being told such personal details all of a sudden, even though they were telling me openly it still felt like prying. “What do you mean mental health issues?” I asked, deciding to pry anyway.

“I’ve suffered from depression for a long time and because I still take anti-depressants… they don’t believe that I’d cope with being the primary carer while Steve is away,” she said grimacing.

I should explain that Steve’s job requires him to spend about two weeks a month in New York, and now that Sally had told me about the depression, I briefly wondered if his absence was contributing to it and maybe that’s why she wanted the baby. But I didn’t have time to fully explore that yet.

“So, what are you going to do? I mean, can you go to a different adoption place?”

“No,” Sally said shaking her head grimly. “No one will see past the fact that Steve works away a lot or that I’m on medication, they basically told us that we shouldn’t have children together.”

“Wow, that’s… that’s terrible for you, I’m so sorry,” I said in a comforting way as possible.

I’ll be honest, at this point I was kinda on the side of the adoption people, I’m pretty sure they would’ve seen the same thing I did. A couple that spends a long time apart wanting something to keep them together, rather than a child to actually bring up together. Hell, if I could see it, they must’ve seen it too.

Right now it still hadn’t dawned on me what they were going to ask me, or how I fit into this thing, all of which became clear when Steve spoke again.

“So it leaves us with one option, find a surrogate,” Steve said it bluntly and drew another harsh look from his wife, but this time he continued on regardless. “Where we would go to a clinic and some of Sally’s eggs would be fertilized with my sperm, and then placed in the womb of a surrogate mother who would then become pregnant with our baby.”

Now, let’s press the pause button here for a moment as I think this through.

It was now clear to me why they were here, what they wanted and how much they wanted it. And in this split second, I turned detective on this whole scenario. It’s surprising how clarity is bestowed upon you when you’re in such a situation as this.

Now, these two people, one of whom I’ve had a crush on for a couple of years were about to ask me to bear their child. Looking at Sally’s face and realising how much she clearly wanted (or thought she wanted) this meant I already know I’d agree to anything for her. Agreeing to do this would certainly make us closer, but it would also push us further away after I’d given birth and she became addicted to baby clothes and all the shit that comes with it. Even if she didn’t push me away after the birth, I’d be a mother, and that notion blew my mind and I really don’t know how that would work.

So, I knew I’d agree because I wanted to make her smile, but I also knew I’d have to get out of it somehow in a way which made me still look amazing to her but at the same time made damn sure my womb remained empty, but all of that was by the by because in this short time I’d realized something else.

That look on Steve’s face when he’d entered my flat, the hushed words he’d shared with Sally and the head shaking. He did not want me to agree to this! The blunt way he’d described the whole process was clearly an attempt to put me off and that could only mean one thing, he didn’t want a baby at all! So… why not?

It’s obvious when you think about it, he spends two weeks at home with the beautiful Sally, then jets off across the Atlantic Ocean to New York where he spends another two weeks with the “‘good old boys’ probably visiting lap dancing clubs while Sally is home popping anti-depressants like sweeties because she’s lonely.

Now Sally wants a baby for the company, and he’s clearly hoping it never happens. He must’ve thanked God when they went to the doctor, and when they got that letter from the adoption agency. I wonder if he’d emphasized the negatives of having a child to them?

Obviously, I could say no, but if I did Sally would be crushed, and then, even worse, they might find someone else that would say yes and then Sally would be enamoured with them instead of me… So, you can see the depth of bowel gravy I was currently swimming against.

However, in this split second I’m currently describing to you, a devious part of my mind, occupied by the lesser spotted ‘bad girl’ was formulating a plan. A way to solve this whole situation… and I’m not going to tell you my plan in case it doesn’t work out the way I hoped it would. I’m not stupid. If it goes tits up I’ll style it out.

Armed with my master plan, let’s press play again.

“Are you asking me to be a surrogate for you?” I asked Sally.

“Yes, Faye, we are asking you to please consider doing this for us…” She looked at me pleadingly, but even her emotion didn’t feel genuine now. I was starting to wonder if either of them thought this was truly a good idea!

“But,” Steve interrupted. “It’s perfectly okay and understandable if you say no, I know it’s a lot to take in for you, you’re only nineteen and you have your whole life ahead of you.”

“We wouldn’t expect anything from you,” Sally talked over him this time. “We wouldn’t dump the baby on you all the time or make you pay any money or anything like that.”

“Wow,” I faked surprise even though I’d figured most of this out ten seconds ago. “I don’t know what to say, I…”

“It’s okay to say no,” Steve interrupted again. It would be nice to finish a sentence sometime soon!

“No, no it’s okay, I mean… yes, yes I’ll do it,” I regretted every word of what I just said. Even though I had a plan formulating, I was still agreeing to this thing!

“Oh… you mean… really? You, you’ll do it?” Sally’s face suddenly regained all of its beauty and her face lit up, she turned to Steve, whose face was fucking priceless! He tried to look happy but I could see deep down he’d just shat his stomach into his boots.

“Yeah, I mean it,” I smiled and Sally rushed at me and kissed my lips and cheek and hugged me ever-so-tightly. I know it might not be appropriate but my pussy froze and burned at the same time when her lips touched mine.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Sally excitedly repeated.

The rest of that night was spent telling me about how great I was and how I could change my mind and so on until about an hour later when Steve announced they should leave and let me ‘absorb’ everything and that they’d chat to me again tomorrow.

Now, after they left I spent around forty-five minutes panicking, then I got back to plan to make. I decided that tomorrow when they called around for their inevitable ‘just making sure’ phone call I’d say something along the lines of… I’m sorry but I talked to someone from work and if I agree to be a surrogate, I’d lose my job because technically I’m choosing to be pregnant rather than work.

I have no idea if a rule like that exists. It had seemed pretty clever when I’d thought of it earlier but now it seemed weak, so I resumed panicking. As it turned out; there was no need to panic because things changed dramatically the following day when rather than a phone call I got a visit.

From the small picture above the speaker, I saw that Sally was here, alone. It was about two in the afternoon and I was still in my bedtime t-shirt and the few seconds it took her to reach my door didn’t afford me enough time to change, instead, I quickly doused myself in something sweet smelling and met her at the door. The second I opened the door and saw her standing there in her big coat, ratty skirt, creased top and most of all her red puffed up eyes, I knew exactly what had happened before she said a word.

“It’s over,” Sally blurted out. No sooner had she said it, she was in my arms and her cold body was pressed against mine.

“Oh, Sally, I’m so sorry,” I lied, sorry but I was so relieved I could’ve screamed with joy. “Come in, honey, come and sit down and let me make you a drink.”

I led her over to the sofa and took her coat and hung it up on my way to the kitchen.

“Have you got something a little stronger?” Sally called to me. “I could use it.”

“I’ve got some white wine, it’s just an own brand £3.99 bottle but…”

“That’ll do it,” she called back.

I came through and sat next to her on the sofa armed with two glasses full, as soon as I’d set them down on the table she picked a glass up and took a deep gulp. Over the next half an hour she told me everything that I’d already figured out the night before.

I was right about Sally being depressed because she was lonely and the baby was the last hope of keeping them together. She’d hoped it would make Steve stay at home and find a different job.

She told me that last night after they’d gone home with my promise fresh in their minds, Steve had confessed that he didn’t want the baby and he was indeed seeing someone else in New York and it was serious. He’d been trying to find the right time to leave and obviously Sally’s idea of having a baby had screwed things up.

He’d been stalling her while making plans to go and last night when I’d said yes, it was the point of no return. He loaded up a suitcase, gave a pathetic apology and was gone within hours of them arriving home. So, poor Sally had spent the night crying, beating her pillow and eventually ending up at my door the following day.

“That’s so horrible Sally, I’m so sorry,” I felt genuinely terrible for her and more than a little guilty about my master plan! Luckily I never wrote it down anywhere so there was never any chance of her finding out.

(Burn this after reading)

Sally had finished her second glass of wine by the time she’d explained everything and her eyelids seemed to be getting heavy. Her head had been resting on my shoulder while she had been recounting the events of the night before and she seemed in desperate need of sleep, so I helped her get in position on the sofa; laid her head on a nice cushion and she fell asleep quickly.

I slipped into my bedroom and got changed into a little red dress that loosely fell to mid-thigh, and quietly watched the TV, although most of the time I stared at Sally. She looked so gorgeous, so vulnerable, and I couldn’t help stroking my inner thigh as I watched her sleep. I wanted her now more than ever, to feel her lips on mine again and have her body pressed against mine, but in a far more intimate way than the night before.

Her knees were bent towards her chest revealing a generous amount of thigh to me, I’d hardly noticed the blue skirt when she’d arrived because of the outpouring of emotion but now I could have a proper look at her smooth legs. Even though I could see quite a bit of her outer thigh I wanted to see more. My hand had found its way under my dress and was stroking my own smooth skin as I lusted after hers.

I needed to get a better look and tried moving around on my chair, like a horny sixteen-year-old boy trying to look up a girl’s skirt. Instead, I’m a horny nineteen-year-old girl trying to look up a girl’s skirt which is totally different, right?

I stood up and casually walked around to the end of the sofa making sure I looked innocent of any perversion just in case she woke up and saw me. At first, I just half glanced at her, but soon found myself bending over and outright staring!

I could just about see a pair of red lacy panties, or was it a thong? I moved in closer to investigate further, I was feeling super horny and it was taking all my restraint to not just reach out and touch her. Instead, I let a hand fall from my neck to my left breast and gently cupped and pressed it, and then… she moved! I very nearly left a Faye shaped hole in the ceiling and leapt back so fast I nearly fell over onto my ass!

Luckily, she wasn’t actually waking up, just getting more comfortable. I, on the other hand, was feeling distinctly uncomfortable, ashamed and horny! I needed to give myself some attention so I left Sally to sleep off the wine and headed into my bathroom. I stripped off and switched on the water for the shower, laid a towel on the floor and stepped in.

The shower is actually just a unit above my bathtub. I have to stand in the bath and pull a shower curtain around it. Once inside, I could finally lower my hand in between my thighs and touch my red hot pussy which had been screaming out for this since Sally had first arrived!

I leant back against the cold tiles so the water cascaded over my head and shoulders and deftly slid my hand over my pussy; I opened myself up and allowed a finger inside my already well-lubricated hole. It filled me (no pun intended) with a sense of relief to finally be in this position, with my left hand cradling my breast and my right hand working on my aching pussy.

I penetrated myself with my middle finger slowly a few times, then introduced my ring finger too, reaching deep into myself and feeling my insides on my fingertips. I arched my back away from the tiles when my fingers brushed against my g spot, and then when I started using my thumb on my hard clitty I was sure it wouldn’t take me long to cum. I pushed my fingers in and out of myself and kept flicking my thumb over my clitoris, every few thrusts I would pull out and rub my palm over my engorged lips, sliding my fingers up and down the groove of my lips before plunging them back inside me.

I was getting really close! I squeezed my breasts one after the other, tweaking at my stiff nipples which were enjoying the constant flow of water over them. Finally, with my mouth hanging open in a silent scream, I came like never before. Knowing Sally was in the next room added fuel to my already well-stoked fire. Even during this blissful moment, I knew there was more to come, literally, and I’m sure if I’d continued I would’ve been there for a long time if only…

“Faye?… Faye? Are you in the shower?” A sweet voice floated through the door.

Ohhh, fuck it! The shower must’ve woken her up. I pulled my fingers out of myself so fast I’m surprised I didn’t give my wrist whiplash!

“Faye?” She sounded insistent, was something wrong?

“Uh, yeah Sally, sorry, is everything okay?”

“Um, yeah, uh, is it okay if I come in?” Sally called. “I need to use the toilet!”

“Oh, oh right, yeah come on in honey, it’s okay, you can use it,” I called back. The toilet is on the other side of the bathroom facing the bathtub. I heard the door handle turn followed by slow steps across the floor.

“Are you okay, honey?” I called to her, desperately trying to not sound like someone who had only just had an orgasm and was still pretty damn close to another, whatever that sounds like.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just need to pee,” she answered. I even found the fact that she referred to it as ‘pee’ rather than ‘piss’ to be adorable. I didn’t actually hear her go, but I did hear the toilet flush.

“Sorry, I’m done now. I’ll see you when you’re done.”

“Don’t be sorry, and its okay you can stay and talk. I’ll be done soon,” I wanted her to stay because I had an idea.

“Oh, okay,” I saw the faint shadow of her move towards to the toilet so I assumed that’s where she was sitting. “Look, I’m sorry for turning up and blurting all those things out to you, you’ve been so sweet and I really didn’t think this was going to turn out this way.”

“No, it’s okay, you have nothing to be sorry for, and it’s not your fault,” I reassured her as best I could. Being naked and in such close proximity to her was giving me butterflies the size of dragons in my stomach and the idea I was formulating was also giving me huge anxiety.

I shut off the water and quickly moved the shower curtain back; stepping onto the towel I’d laid on the floor before getting in. I tried to do it as naturally as possible so it didn’t look like I was trying to do exactly what I was trying to do, which was show myself off.

“Thank you, I don’t have many friends so… Faye!” Sally made an audible gasp as she saw my climb out of the bath and step onto the towel. She looked right at me for what seemed like an eternity while I, as nonchalantly as I could, patted myself down with another towel. When I looked up at her I saw she had simultaneously crossed her legs, put a hand over her eyes and turned away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked in my most innocent voice.

“N-nothing, I just… I wasn’t expecting… that…” she stayed still with her head turned away. Now it was time to play my ace card.

“Oh… I’m sorry, I didn’t think… wow, if I’d known you’d be so disgusted by me getting out the shower I would’ve given you a warning,” I said in a semi-bitchy and semi-hurt kind of way.

“Disgusted? No! You don’t disgust me, far from it. I was just surprised, I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to offend you,” she offered in a semi-apologetic, semi-pleading kind of way.

Pouting a little I said, “It’s alright, just stop covering your eyes and look at me.”

“Why do you want me to look at you?”

“It’s not that I want you to look at me,” I lied. “I just don’t want you to hide your eyes from me like I’m some kind of weirdo.”

“Oh… right,” she couldn’t really do anything but agree and slowly turned to face me while uncovering her eyes.

“See,” I said dropping a hip like a glamour model. “Nothing to be scared of,” I laughed a little nervously and I turned away and carried on drying myself. I tried to make it look like I wasn’t watching her watch me or like I was showing off for her. Instead, I just carried on like she wasn’t there but still kept half an eye on her.

“You’re so pretty,” Sally uttered. I could see that she was mainly looking at the floor but also glancing up like she was daring herself to look at me.

“Aww thank you, too bad no one else seems to think so,” I said with a hint of regret in my voice.

“No, I don’t believe that,” she said shaking her head.

This was going exactly like I’d hoped a few seconds ago in the shower! I finished rubbing the water from my body and gently patted my damp hair. Normally by now, I would have wrapped up, but this wasn’t a time for covering up, I was enjoying the attention far too much for that but, eventually, I had to put something on. So I walked across to my robe. For no particular reason I chose the smaller robe I have, it’s white and fluffy with long sleeves but only just covers my bum by about two inches.

“I can’t believe a boy hasn’t snapped you up yet,” she continued as she followed me out of the bathroom and back towards the living room.

“Ha-ha, I wouldn’t let a boy snap me up,” I laughed gently. “I’m a lesbian!”

“Oh… oh, I’m sorry Faye, I didn’t know,” she apologised.

“I’m surprised my mum never mentioned it to you,” I lied again (I do that a lot, huh?) if my mum had told anyone about it I would’ve gone insane at her!

“No, she didn’t. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologising Sally, it’s fine,” I laughed again and sat down in the armchair. Sally sat opposite to me on the sofa and again I noticed she was looking down at the floor more than me. “I only ever had one boyfriend when I was fifteen, and after that, I vowed to never again let a man anywhere near me again! And to be honest, men have never really made me feel the way I want to feel y’know? It’s hard to explain but… Sally?”

“Yeah?” she replied while still facing the floor.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course, why?”

“Nothing, you just seem a little uncomfortable, sorry am I being too open here?”

“Oh no honey, it’s not that, it’s just…” she trailed off.

“What is it?”

“Y-you’re kinda flashing me a little,” she nervously revealed.

“Flashing you?” I looked down and saw my right breast had almost totally fallen out of my robe and, purely accidentally, I’d forgotten to fasten the little cord around my waist. So from where she was sitting, she must have an unobstructed view of my pussy! Imagine my surprise.

“Oh… oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I…”

“No, no it’s fine, I don’t mind I just wanted to let you know,” she spoke quickly and her words were somewhat forced.

“Well I don’t mind if you look,” I said playfully.

“No, I wasn’t looking; well I was of course but not in a weird way.”

“A weird way?”

“No, not weird, I don’t mean it’s weird to look at you I mean…”

“Sally…”

“Sorry, sorry I don’t want to sound bad…”

“Sally stop! It’s okay, it’s fine…”

“Sorry.”

“If you say that word once more I’m going to throw something pointy at you.”

“S… okay, but…” she had to stop because of what I was doing. I stood up in front of her, with my gown hanging open enough to show the skin between my breasts but pulled it around me at the bottom so my pussy was covered. I walked past her slowly and sat next to her on the sofa with my knees pulled up under me and my body facing her. She was sitting bolt upright with her hands clasped tightly in her lap while I got comfortable. In my head right then I was repeating one thing in my mind over and over again: Do not fuck this up, Faye!

“It’s okay to look,” I said in a low voice. She was still looking down at her own knees, refusing to look up.

“Sally…” I put my hand on under her chin and turned her head slowly towards me. “Look at me, I want you to.”

I was desperately trying to appear confident but honestly, I don’t know who was trembling more. She allowed me to turn her head but her eyes remained lowered, so as she turned she would’ve seen my legs first and the rest of my body in a kind of slow-motion reveal. When I released her chin I was pleased to see she didn’t look away.

“It’s okay to look… and…” I reached down to her lap and took her left hand in mine and guided it towards me…” and it’s okay to touch.”

I put her hand on the exposed section of my stomach and then pushed it up underneath my robe until I felt her hand over my breast. I heard and felt her gasp when I left her hand there. She didn’t immediately withdraw it like I feared she might, instead she left it there and so delicately cupped it.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. I placed my hand on her shoulder and pushed her back, so she rested her back on the sofa. I had my left arm over the back of the sofa so when she did sit back I was able to run it through her hair. The slight movement of her body and her hand on my breast cause my robe to fall off my right shoulder and reveal her hand still cupping my breast; her touch was so light that I could barely feel her hand there but actually seeing it made the sensation so much more real.

“Oh, Faye… I shouldn’t do this. We shouldn’t be doing this,” Sally seemed to be fighting an internal battle in her mind.

“Shhh, it’s okay Look at me, Sally,” I was doing my best attempt at a husky voice.

She did raise her head and look at me when she did, l lowered my head to her level and rested my forehead against hers. A couple of curly blonde hairs had dropped over her face and covered her eye, so I used the hand that had been knuckle deep in my own pussy ten minutes ago, to lightly brush the errant strands of hair away and tuck them behind her ear. Then I used the back of my hand to stroke her cheek while we stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like forever.

It’s going to be okay,” I whispered and brought my mouth even closer to hers until I could feel her hot breath on my lips.

“F-Faye, I don’t… I don’t know…” Sally almost whimpered. I felt her words on my lips as she spoke.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” I smiled. “Do you… do you want me, Sally?” I held my breath and ran my fingers through her hair as I waited for her answer.

“Y-yes, I…” I didn’t wait for her to finish, the moment she said yes I closed the last few centimetres between our lips and kissed her.

I tilted my head to get proper access to her mouth and kissed her fully; she hadn’t opened her mouth to let me in yet so I took the lead and slowly trailed my tongue over her lips, hoping to encourage her to let me in. Her lips parted for me and I accepted the invitation inside and I finally got my first taste of this beautiful woman I’d lusted after for so long, I was a little shocked by the heat in her mouth but I soon got over it and explored her.

I nearly yelped with joy when I felt her tongue mingle with mine and she started to explore me too. The amazing high I got from feeling her tongue slip between my lips was incredible, we danced in my mouth and then in hers, stopping to briefly smooch and breathe. I loved every second of our closeness at that moment.

I felt like I wanted to ravage her right now, but I was all too aware of her fragile state of mind. If I tried to do too much too soon it might frighten her away, so I kept a rein on the lust that was surging inside me. Favouring little movements of my hand over her cheek and combing through her hair while we enjoyed the closeness and the sexual heat we were generating. I dropped my hand down to her t-shirt and gently held her left breast.

“Is it okay to touch you like this?” I asked her between kisses.

“Yeah… it’s okay,” was the muffled reply. I was thrilled with how quickly she’d consented and I dropped my hand to her lap and felt around for the hem of her t-shirt. Once I found it, I slid my hand up inside and touched her body. Her skin felt like it was on fire and I briefly panicked when my fingers touched her bare boob because she lurched away from me but quickly settled again.

“Sorry,” she whispered, sounding a little embarrassed.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no it’s just, no one but Steve has ever touched me like this,” she looked up at me as she said it. “But, I don’t want to stop.”

I smiled and felt a new sense of encouragement to continue so I put my hand right over her bare breast and this time she didn’t lurch away. I pushed my lips against hers and returned my tongue to the warmth of her mouth while I caressed her breast under her t-shirt. I didn’t stay up there for long though because the passion inside me was making me impatient so explore her more.

I left her chest and slowly stroked down to her lap and further still until I felt the bare skin of her leg. I think she could sense where I was going because her tongue more urgently surged past my lips and her knees fell apart which allowed my hand to travel beneath her skirt and stroke her inner thigh.

It was getting difficult to manoeuvre my hand under there and I couldn’t quite reach the underwear I had spied on while she had been sleeping earlier. I could just about reach the lacy panties (as it turned out) with my fingertips, but no further. We needed to move this along before my pussy simply broke free and ate her whole.

I withdrew my hand from beneath her skirt and pulled my lips back from hers, she seemed a little confused as I slowly got to my feet and stepped away, but when I held out my hand and glanced towards my bedroom she certainly got the hint. She smiled in an anxious and frankly adorable way, and got to her feet, taking my hand in the process and followed me in silence through my bedroom door.

Without turning back to her I let go of her hand and shrugged off my robe, letting it fall around my ankles leaving me totally naked in front of her for the second time today. I exaggeratedly climbed onto my double bed, pointing my ass towards her so she got a full view of my… everything, and turned around to face her. I knelt up on the bed and held out my hands towards her, she stepped to the edge and was about to climb on beside me but I stopped her and took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt.

“We won’t be needing this,” I said, smiling as naughtily as I could. She raised her arms and let me pull her t-shirt off and dropped it on the floor. For the first time, I saw her beautiful boobs in the flesh right in front of me. I couldn’t resist taking one in each hand and giving them a playful squeeze.

“Wow, they are seriously gorgeous,” I beamed up at her with them in my hands.

“I’m glad you approve,” she smiled.

Sally seemed to be gaining more confidence the further we went, seeing this new side of the previously shy and reserved ‘quintessential primary school teacher’ was more than I expected. I think she was enjoying the special attention I was giving to her body, I guess Steve didn’t appreciate her the way I did!

I eventually let go of her boobs and raised myself back up to her eye level and slipped my fingers into the waistband of her skirt and pulled her closer so I could plant a kiss on those smiling lips. I felt her breasts press against mine while we smooched prompting a small gasp from both of us when our nipples made contact with each other.

I felt around the back of her skirt to find the clasp holding it together, my fingers wouldn’t do what I told them to when I did find the button I wanted and it was sheer luck that prevailed when I managed to undo it and let it go. Suddenly her bare bum was in my hands and I took the chance to give those firm cheeks a squeeze. I tried to move back from her so I could look at her body but when I moved my head back she followed me, refusing to break our kiss. She really was getting into this and I loved it!

I felt around her back for the waistband to her panties but I couldn’t find it, I realized out she’d already done it for me and was now naked, in my bedroom, Sally was kissing me so deeply and we were both naked! Oh god, this is really happening!

Eventually, she broke the kiss and I moved back so she had room to climb on with me, despite the confidence she’d just shown, Sally now suddenly appeared tentative. Obviously, this was her first time with a woman and she was wondering what came next, and wondering what her part in it should be. So once again I took control and knee-walked to the top of the bed and moved some pillows around, then turned back to her.

“Lie here baby,” I whispered while patting one of the pillows. She crawled to where I indicated and laid her head down on the pillow facing the ceiling. I saw her take a deep breath and smiled, but then I needed to take a breath because she was laid flat in front of me and her body… wow! So slim but not bony, her pale and flawless skin, those breasts and her hairless pussy… she looked like she’d come straight out of a model magazine…

“Hey,” Sally playfully admonished me. “Are you gonna sit and stare at me all day?” I looked up to see her smiling at me and became embarrassed like I’d been caught out!

“Sorry,” I said with a smile. “You’re just…. amazing.” I saw her blushing again and jarred myself into action, I swung my leg over her body and straddled her hips, letting my hair fall over my left shoulder and put my hands on her torso.

I softly stroked up to her breasts again, this time paying them proper attention by massaging them and letting my thumb flick over her stiff nipples. Everything I did showed on her face and let me know I was she was getting more turned on by the moment.

I lowered my body onto hers, crushing our breasts together and invaded her mouth with my tongue. I kissed her lips, then her cheeks, and nuzzled into her neck and kissed my way down. My body slid along hers as I moved lower, I licked and kissed her throat and then down in between her breasts.

“Mmmm, that feels so good,” Sally whispered. Her eyes closed and her head stirred from side to side as I moved lower.

I briefly flicked my tongue over one nipple and then the other. They were so hard they must’ve been hurting or at least aching and when the tip of my hot tongue circled around each one she gave a high pitched moan which grew when I took it fully into my mouth. The warm wetness of my mouth coating her incredibly sensitive nipples seemed to really hit the spot!

I kissed my way further down her stomach and she gave the cutest little giggle when I circled her navel with my tongue, but those girly giggles faded and became hot and heavy breaths when I kissed lower and then trailed my tongue down her loins then stopped between her legs.

I licked my lips as I finally came face to face with it, her beautiful pink pussy was like a volcano, and I could feel the heat from it as I got closer. Everything about it was perfect, the aroma was intoxicating and her wet lips were begging to be touched. I resisted the urge to dive in tongue first, instead I ran my fingertips down over her slit, barely touching her but the amount of contact, and the anticipation of what was to follow made Sally writhe and wriggle her hips.

“Mmmm…” I barely heard her because my own heart was pounding in my ears; I moved closer and planted a soft kiss right over her lips.

“Ohhhh god, Faye…”

I was on autopilot now. I licked her lips slowly at first, allowing only the tip of my tongue to push into her groove, and I travelled from top to bottom and then back again. With each pass I added more pressure, slipping ever further between her red hot lips.

“Mmmm…” Sally seemed to have given up trying to talk, and her murmurs were ever more encouragement to me.

I put my hands on her thighs and pushed them wider. Sally got the hint and bent her knees so they were pointing to the ceiling and I had one of her feet on either side of my head. She was splayed wide open in front of me now and her hot pink pussy was drawing me further in.

I used two fingers to open up her lips and for the first time to reveal her hot little fuck-hole to me. I teased her one last time by tracing around that little pink hole with the tip of my tongue but she had clearly waited long enough because suddenly her hips bucked up to meet me and my tongue dove as deep as it could inside her.

“Oh… oh fuck!” Sally squealed as I tongue fucked her; I held her hips down and pressed my face into her pussy. My tongue worked at her, licking her inside and out and teasing her hole before diving in again and again. I pulled slightly away and licked her from her ass to the tip of her pussy; her juices were all over my tongue and chin as I slurped her like an ice cream.

When the tip of my finger found her clit I felt her pussy tighten up and I knew she was getting close. Realising how near I was to pushing her over the edge I replaced my tongue with my middle two fingers and pushed them inside her and that extra length and thickness coupled with my lips closing over her clit did the trick and her cunt muscles gripped my fingers!

Her back arched and then she sat almost bolt upright, I glanced up from her clit to see her staring down at me; her eyes were wide open and her blonde hair now wet with perspiration clung to her cheeks and neck. Then she squeezed those beautiful eyes closed and let out an otherworldly screech as she came on my hand!

A torrent of girl cum rushed past my fingers which were still wedged inside her, and her face screwed up as she saw stars for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, her pussy released my fingers and she flopped back, and her head bounced onto the pillow while she did a weird mixture of panting and wheezing.

“Oh… oh wow, Faye, that was… I mean I’ve never… wow…” Sally opened her eyes to see me smiling down at her while she babbled away like a horny lunatic, “thank you.”

“It was my pleasure,” I told her.

I realized I still had her pussy juice on my face and I was about to reach for a towel, but before I could she reached up and pulled me down to her. She stopped for a second as if she was daring herself to do something, then she stuck out a tongue and licked me from my chin to my forehead, then sunk it between my lips and we kissed, sharing the taste of her pussy between us.

“Mmmm,” I moaned after a few seconds of tongue dancing. “You’re a really hot little devil aren’t you?” I winked and kissed her again.

She smiled at that and I wondered if there was more to come from this, but she seemed too fatigued so I rearranged my pillows, and kicked off the damp duvet and pulled her up with me. I pulled her back into my torso and we spooned. I draped an arm over her naked breasts and held her close.

She seemed really contented and I didn’t want to push her to reciprocate what I’d done for her, I’d take her one step at a time.

Her eyes closed and I watched her drift away, feeling her breaths get more peaceful as she calmed down and hoped to god that when she woke up she wouldn’t regret anything we’d just done! For now, I just held her close and, surprisingly, I also felt the tiredness take over me now all that nervous tension had gone.

So there we were, Sally and Faye, naked as the day we were born, sleeping off our lovemaking session. Would there be more? The question burned in my mind as I too drifted away.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, there should be more to follow.

P.T

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