Chapter 1

I know you’ll find this ridiculous but there are some things I just can’t do in front of my partner, Mary, and I don’t know why. I really want to please her, but when she suggests something I haven’t done before, I get all shy and insecure. We haven’t been together that long and she’s my first real lover. I told my new neighbor and friend, Julie, this.

“That’s terrible, Sophie,” she said. “A pretty girl like you should have no inhibitions.”

“I know, that’s what Mary keeps telling me. I don’t know why I’m like this.”

The very next Friday night, Julie rang and invited me over to her place for some girl talk. She had a bottle of scotch and we proceeded to get smashed. While we were drinking, she asked me lots of questions about my sex life with Mary and what else I had done in the past and with whom. After we polished off most of the bottle, she dragged me into her bedroom and said I should make myself comfortable by removing my clothes.

“What?”

“You heard me,” she said firmly, removing her own clothes. “I’m proud of my body and you should be, too.”

I watched in awe as she stripped and stood, with hands on hips, to face me. She had the most amazing figure. Great voluptuous breasts, with dark brown pigment surrounding her already hard nipples, thick thighs, and a nice, plump arse. Between her thighs she had an unruly bush of black pubic hair.

“I do this every chance I get,” she told me. “I love being naked, love the freedom it gives me to be able strut about imagining someone is watching me.” She laughed.

She stood at the end of the bed staring at me, a sexy smirk playing on her lips. Her hands roamed over her tits, down her belly, and over her mound. I watched breathless as her hand slipped between her thighs before I glanced away.

“Come on, don’t be silly about it.”

“I’m not. I…er,” I mumbled.

“We’re both girls. We have exactly the same equipment. Just take your clothes off,” she demanded

“I can’t,” I moaned.

“You can. Now do it!”

So I did, but after removing my clothes, I felt self-conscious and tried to cover myself up with my hands. She grabbed my hand and led me to stand in front of the full-length mirror. I stared at her naked body, wanting desperately to touch her, terrified she’d know what I was thinking.

“Now just look at yourself. You’ve got absolutely nothing to feel embarrassed about.”

She flipped my long hair over my breasts. It cascaded down, the tiny follicles electrifying me wherever they touched.

“I know, but I just…” I muttered in awe of her.

The difference between the two of us was fantastic. Where she was dark-haired and dark-skinned, I was blonde and fair. Her hand reached over to me and the contrast of our skin hypnotized me for a moment.

“You’ve got gorgeous tits,” she said, touching them. “And your skin is so creamy.”

I gasped as I watched her hand caress my flesh, but my eyes were more interested in what she had between her thighs.

“Thanks,” I said stupidly, wondering if this would be considered cheating on Mary.

She weighed my breasts in her hands before lowering her head to take a nipple into her mouth. I gasped as her tongue rolled around and she sucked gently. I could feel a drawing there as my nipple hardened in her mouth. She moaned with pleasure while her teeth nipped at it and I felt my knees wobble and my pussy contract.

“Do you let Mary do that?”

I nodded.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked, coming up to stand behind me.

Her breasts squashed into my back while her hands roamed all over me. Her fingers grazed my skin lightly, causing goose bumps to appear.

“You have a great figure,” she said as her hand made its way down my abdomen to pull lightly at my pubic hair.

“Have you ever looked at your pussy up close?” she asked. Her hand slid over my slit while the other pulled at a nipple.

I shook my head, holding my breath.

“What about Mary? Do you allow her to look at you?”

“No, not really,” I muttered.

“Really? Lie down,” she said, her breath tantalizing my ear, “and open your legs for me.”

“I can’t,” I said.

“You can. Now do it!”

I did as she asked, sliding over into the middle of the bed and slowly opening my legs. I had to fight the urge not to close them.