3 is not a Crowd

At first I was telling myself that I didn’t mind this, just hands touching me like that, and with my eyes closed I could even pretend it was a man touching me. But she went on doing the same thing, letting her hands glide over my breasts ever so lightly, and I felt my nipples getting stiff from the contact. Now this is something that just happens, it’s a purely physical reaction that will happen to a girl whoever touches her nipples, whether she feels sexy or not. It’s a reaction, but I felt it happening, and I thought, my Lord, she’s actually getting to me.

And I stopped wanting to pretend it was a man.

She went on and got bolder as she went along. I just lay there like a corpse but I was getting stirrings all through my body. She held my breasts and handled them in a wonderful way. I was hot now and there was just no question about it. I was even getting moist from it.

She started kissing me, just little kisses here and there on my body, and then she began using her tongue on my breasts, and she was fantastic at this. She knew just how to arouse me and she didn’t quit, and then she touched me between my legs, and finally she kissed her way down there and began to tongue me.

This was something which I always enjoyed when a man did it, but she was different in doing it. You can always tell the difference whether it’s a man or a woman doing this particular thing to you. Not just the obvious differences that her hair was so soft all over my thighs and her cheeks were smooth but the technique she used, the way she knew just what to do and when to do it. The whole feeling you get is different when it’s a woman doing it. Not necessarily that it’s better, but it’s different, and this was the first time I had been with a woman and it was very new and exciting to me.

Well, I almost lost my mind from it. She was evidently determined to teach me a lesson I would never forget. She could have just made me come right away quick, I was certainly ready for it, but instead she teased me. Not in a nasty way, but she would bring me almost to an orgasm and then she would change what she was doing so that I would cool down for a second, and then she would build me up again, and she kept doing this until I couldn’t stand it any more.

BOB: I never saw her like that before. Kicking her feet on the floor and moaning and squirming around as though her rear end was on fire.

CAROL: It was. I was burning. And then when I couldn’t stand another minute of it she took me all the way there and I had a climax that made me scream and scream and scream, and the next thing I knew she had moved away and Bob was on top of me hammering away at me like a madman, and I came again and again until I passed out. I literally passed out as cold as a mackerel.

Afterward when we all calmed down a bit I asked her if she would want me to do it to her. She said that was strictly up to me and she didn’t want me to do anything I didn’t want to do. I said I didn’t really know how I felt about it but I would do it if she wanted. She said as far as she was concerned she got a great deal of pleasure out of doing it to me and that was more than enough for her. Well, I asked, did she get a climax from doing it to me? She said she didn’t, but she got pleasure out of my climax, that it was as though it was happening to her at the same time.

I said I would like to give her a climax but I didn’t know how I felt about it, and she begged me not to rush into it because it wouldn’t be good for me that way, or for her, either, I suppose. They lived real close to us so we arranged that we would get together with them the following night by which time I would know one way or another whether that was what I wanted to do. We didn’t generally swing more than once a week but this seemed like a good time to forget about that particular little rule of ours.

After they left Bob and I talked, and I was a little concerned that he might think I was perverted, you know, a lesbian. But he said watching me with her was the most exciting thing he had ever seen in his life and that it seemed to him as though I was more womanly than ever with her making love to me. And while I didn’t understand exactly what he meant, I did know that I felt all female when she was doing me. And what she was doing, that was female, too. When I had thought about lesbians I had always thought in terms of one of them being the man, you know, but that wasn’t what she had done. There was nothing masculine about her in any way, or about what she did.

And I guess that was what made me decide to do the same thing to her the next night.

BOB: She was a natural at it. She had never done this before in her life but you never would have guessed that to watch her.