CHAPTER 9

I wasn't wearing a bra. My tits are small and I like to let them breathe. I stood there naked, waiting for Lonni to tell me what to do next. My pussy began to tingle in a good, good way.

"Sweet thing, you are too submissive for your own good. Fortunately, I have your best interests at heart. Now sit down on the bed, lean back with your feet on the floor, and spread your legs. I'm going to eat you all up. We'll see if you can cum with another girl's tongue on your clit, even with no cock to suck."

I was so happy I almost cried. Lonni was going to help me find out who I was. I hoped I was a lesbian. I wanted Lonni to have the pleasure of making me cum with her mouth, the same pleasure I got from making a cock cum in mine. And I wanted the sweet release of an orgasm, right now. I wanted to cum so bad, I would try just about anything. So I laid back, opened my legs, closed my eyes, and let the vodka make the room spin. Lonni knelt on the carpet by the side of my bed, between my thighs.

She ran her tongue around my pussy lips, making me gasp with pleasure. This was new, and thrilling. I felt her fingers spread across my lips. Her tongue circled and probed my virgin pleasure hole. It felt so good. Her tongue was warm and wet and alive, tasting me, touching me, licking me, penetrating me. She licked her way up my seam, from my now wet pussy hole up to my love button, my clitoris. I had only recently discovered that my clit wasn't just a button, that it had a shaft, a hood, and a head. Lonni knew me better than I knew myself.

Her expert tongue slid languidly up the left side of my clit, between the hood and the shaft, probed firmly over the the top of the hood, rubbing it against my tip in a fantastic way, then quickly lapped down my right side, her tongue alternately brushing the hood against my clit and then slipping inside the hood to tongue my shaft directly. She flicked her tongue left and right across the face of my shaft from the base up to the tip, flicking my tip ever so gently, giving me a stab of sudden pleasure.

She sighed with satisfaction at my responses and lowered her tongue to my moist, seeping canal again, licking the slippery dew from my twat up over my clitoris, basting my tender nub in my own juices, again and again. I let out a slow, satisfied groan. This was exceeding all expectations.

Oh, could Lonni eat cunt! She was an artist with her lips and tongue, and my pussy was her canvas. She licked out tranquil, dreamy meadows and powerful, passionate storms. She sucked my clit into her hot mouth and hummed, slowly sliding her tongue around and around my tip. She brought me to the very edge of orgasm and held me there, in delicious torture, then backed off and did it again. And again.

Finally, she took her lips from mine and sighed. "My tongue's getting tired, sweetie," she confessed. I'm enjoying this, though. Are you?"

"Very, very much. More than I ever imagined."

"But you still haven't cum. Do you feel frustrated?."

"Not really. Lonni, it's SO good… well, maybe just a little, but I don't really mind."

"Well," Lonni said, standing up, "you're not a pure lesbian, in my expert opinion. Girl tongue is not enough." She unbuttoned her lacy white blouse and freed her breasts from her tight push up bra. They were smaller than I'd thought, but still bigger than mine. And creamy, with pinkish brown nipples. She looked good.

"Let's try this," she said, lowering her bare tits deliciously on mine, and bringing her mouth close enough to taste each others' breath. "Kiss me while I touch you. Give your mouth something to do." She sucked my tongue into her talented mouth, still tasting of my juices, and went to work with her fingers on my clit.

I gasped as she vigorously rubbed my clit, holding nothing back. I sucked her tongue and felt myself starting to fall… starting to fall… and not quite falling.

After a while, Lonni stood again, looking down at my body, spread-legged, willing to do anything for her. She shook her head. "You like girls, but you're just not a lesbian, Cindy."

"I'm not, am I?" I was a little disappointed, but I was learning who I was. Lonni was teaching me. It was good.

"We'll have to try something else. But first I want to explain something." She smiled conspiratorially. "Promise not to tell?"

"Cross my heart," I echoed her earlier promise to me.

"It's this." Lonni stepped back, unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, hesitated, then took off her lace panties and, reaching down between her legs, peeled off a panty liner and freed a long, beautiful cock! It quickly swelled to a slender but respectable girth. The head was streamlined, and the same pinkish brown as her nipples. Lonni was a dickgirl, she-male, a girl with a cock. My heart fluttered.

"Oh, Lonni!" I said reverently. "It's so pretty!"

"It is, isn't it?" she said with a contented smile, fondly running her fingers along its length. She looked me in the eyes. "Do you think it's pretty enough to take your virginity with?" she asked, knowing full well the answer.

I nodded, which made my head spin a little. "Oh, yes, Lonni. Please. Put your pretty cock inside me. Take my virginity. Take me. Fuck me, please, now"

I was finally losing my virginity! To a woman. Well, kind of. Someone who understood about being a woman, anyway. A she-male woman, who was warm and caring and funny, who had a pretty face, a talented mouth, soft, round breasts, smooth legs, and a firm, slender cock. What more could a girl want?

Well… I licked my lips, eyeing the head of her dick, a girl wants what a girl wants, and I wanted a taste, but there would be time for that, too, I hoped.

Lonni took a condom out of her drawer and started to put it on.

"No," I objected. "Please. My period starts tomorrow."

"You're that regular?"

"Like a clock."

"Well, it's a risk, even if I don't cum inside you."

"Let it be my risk, Lonni. I don't want the first thing inside me to be plastic. Not again."

She sighed, "Since you put it that way…" then grinned wickedly, "roll over, sweet cheeks. Mama has a present for you."

I obediently rolled onto my tummy, bent low over the bed and raised my ass. She could have me any way she wanted me.