Wow ! Some of the things I'm doing these days really freak me out. It's all pretty kinky. I remember when I used to think stuff like this was just trashy and really perverted. I never thought of myself like that. Well, not before I met her, anyway. She brings out the best in me - or maybe it's the worst, I don't know. Guess it all depends on how you want to look at it.

Me and Jake got married right out of high school. I more or less just married him because I wanted to leave home. I liked him ok, but he was nothing special. Thirteen and a half years later, we'd both had enough (or maybe not enough) and decided to hang it up - no hard feelings from either side. It was just over, that's all. The divorce was painless enough - we had no children and he didn't want the house or anything in it. We'd bought a Ferrari - that's all he wanted. So I let him have it, and I kept the rest of it. We were still friends to this day - and we're both a whole lot happier.

So basically I just woke up one day - and realized I was a completely free woman - for the very first time in my entire life. I must admit it felt strange. I'd gone straight from living at my folks' house to being married, so there had always been someone in my life telling me what to do and when to do it. But I kind of liked that situation. I felt comfortable with it; it felt safe. I didn't have to think about anything - and I liked that.
The girls I worked with occasionally went to some sort of singles thing downtown on Saturday nights. They were always bragging about their conquests on Monday mornings and inviting me to go along - and I was always turning them down. But I was a little bit bored when they asked me last week, and I agreed to go with them the next time they went.

I hadn't had anything to do with the single life in eons and I wasn't really sure what to expect. The club was huge and it was packed. The music was loud, and everyone was drunk off their faces. I got separated from my friends as soon as we stepped inside.

Jake hadn't liked drinking, so we'd never kept any booze in the house. And since I'd married him straight out of high school - and since my parents were bible-thumpers who had their noses stuck squarely in every aspect of my life - my experience with alcohol was pretty limited. I squinted against the strobe lights and made my way across the room to the bar. The woman who was standing next to me ordered a double vodka and cranberry juice. That sounded good, so I ordered one, too.

I took my drink and stood against the far wall - drinking my drink and watching people. Everyone was drinking and dancing and laughing and having such a good time; they all looked so loose and free. Most of the girls were flashing a lot more flesh than I was. I was busy trying to be invisible and wondering what the fuck I was doing here. I felt out of place. I was seriously thinking about going home. Then I noticed that the woman who'd been next to me at the bar was standing next to me at the wall. She was smiling at me, so I smiled back.

But she kept on staring at me and smiling at me. It made me uncomfortable, so I greedily sucked down my drink. I finished it in no time flat and felt a little wobbly. The next thing I knew, there she was - still smiling at me - with another drink in her hand. I smiled as I accepted the drink and downed it in one gulp. Then I lurched forward and crashed into her, spilling her drink everywhere. Her big smile grew even bigger as she grabbed onto me and steadied me. Then she walked me to the nearest table and helped me sit down. The room was starting to spin around me. I was getting dizzy and thought I might pass out. I laid my head on the table and my new friend began massaging the nape of my neck. Then she said she thought we ought to leave, so we did.

And that's the last thing I remember til I woke up naked and groggy in her bed. As I looked around me, I felt something moving between my legs. I looked down just as she spread my thighs wide apart and buried her head in my pussy, licking and sucking on my clit.

I couldn't believe this was happening to me - Jake wasn't fond of eating pussy, so it hadn't high been on our list of fun things to do in bed. A few guys had gone down on me, for sure - but that had been ages ago; before we'd gotten married - and they'd been young and not so experienced. This woman - whoever she was - sure knew her way around. Against my better judgement and everything my brain was screaming at me, I leaned back, closed my eyes and relaxed. Everything she did felt so good, I couldn't help myself.

Her playful tongue danced expertly over my swollen clit, causing me to clinch my fists and moan in ecstacy. She stopped what she was doing briefly to tell me to play with my nipples. I was a little embarrassed, but I did as I was told. I rolled them between my fingers and pulled on them til they got long and hard. She told me to lick them, so I did that too.

I was a little surprised to feel her shove two thick fingers into my hot, wet snatch and began using them to fuck me. It felt better than Jake's dick ever had. Soon there were three fingers working themselves in and out of me. I couldn't hold back any longer. I let loose with the longest, hardest orgasm I'd ever had. I felt myself thrashing around and heard myself screaming.

A few minutes later, she was laying next to me, cuddling and nuzzling. I have to say that feeling her soft naked breasts mashing into me was a new sensation for me and it made me really uncomfortable. I popped out of bed after just a couple of minutes, saying something about how I had to get to work soon. She got up right after me and said she'd give me a ride home. Since I'd ridden to the club with my friends and therefore had no car - and since I had absolutely no idea where I was, I reluctantly agreed. I hurriedly got dressed, feeling more and more ashamed of myself with each passing minute. I couldn't wait to get away from her - whatever her name was. I couldn't believe I'd let her do those things to me, and I didn't even know her name . . . I'd never done anything so slutty in my entire life. My face grew hot and flamed bright red. My pussy started throbbing.

I felt her watching every little move I made. It made me feel incredibly unsettled - like she was looking at me naked. It also made me incredibly aroused because I could feel everything she wanted to do to my body. We made it all the way from the back door to her car which was parked in the garage before we began groping each other. She started it when she smacked my ass. I finished it about five minutes later when I came all over her hand. I was immediately ashamed and embarrassed all over again. The car smelled like pussy the whole way to my house. She kept trying to talk to me, but I just looked out the window and acted like I didn't hear her.

She tried to grab me and kiss me as I was getting out of the car, but I was too quick for her. I ran inside and locked the front door behind me, watching out the window from behind the curtain as she sat there a minute or two, then drove off. I immediately went upstairs, stripped myself naked and got into a hot shower and tried to wash off everything that I'd allowed to happen, but it didn't work. I still felt creepy. After all, I'd been brought up to think women had sex with men - and only men. I knew about lesbians, of course - but I'd never known any. At least none that I knew about, anyway. And besides, that would be them - not me. I wasn't a lesbian; I really wasn't.
But try as I might, I couldn't get this woman off my mind. She wasn't much to look at, that was for sure. And I didn't even know her name. I thought about her all day while I was at work and I thought about her that night when I finger-fucked myself in the shower and again when I diddled myself right before I went to sleep. I'd never thought about sex so much in my entire life. I could think of literally nothing else.

When I got home from work that day, there she was - sitting on my front porch, waiting for me. Somehow, I really wasn't all that surprised. I invited her to come inside for coffee, but we never made it as far as the kitchen. As soon as the door slammed shut, she'd pushed me to the floor and had one hand shoved in my blouse and the other up my skirt and snaked inside the elastic of my panties. I was already sopping wet by the time her fingers found my clit. Soon my greedy snatch was once again full of her fingers. I thrashed and moaned as her fingers fucked me furiously.

Afterwards we ordered pizza and drank loads of beer. I got pissing drunk in no time flat. She popped a dvd into the player and soon there were piles of naked women on the screen - licking and sucking each other's tits, cunts and asses. There seemed to be fingers and tongues everywhere. My hot pussy was pulsing. I couldn't wait to feel her fingers inside of me again.

She told me to take all my clothes off, so I did. I swigged the rest of my beer in one go, then laid back and she told me to spread my legs really wide apart. I did. She was rubbing some sort of lubricant on her hand. Then she played with my big, hard clit a little and smeared my gooey cunt juices all over it. I felt the now-familiar feeling of her fingers starting to slide in and out of my sopping cunt. I rode them hard.

Then there was a little bit of extra pressure and suddenly my greedy cunt felt wonderfully, fantastically full. This was the most exquisite feeling I'd ever experienced. Pleasure washed over me in huge waves. I spread my legs even wider than before and gasped and moaned as I felt her fingers - ALL of her fingers - moving ever deeper inside me. When I looked down between my legs and saw her arm buried in my hot cunt, I almost came immediately.

I can honestly say that my body had never felt so good. I arched my back and screamed as every cell in my body sparkled and vibrated. I felt muscles deep inside my cunt pulsing harder than they ever had before. And then there was such a flood between my legs I felt like I'd pissed myself. I was riding high on a never-ending wave of powerful, rolling orgasms, one after the other. I literally couldn't stop cumming. I felt her fist clenching and unclenching way inside of me. I kept screaming and I kept cumming. And then I felt her expert tongue licking the extreme wetness that poured down my thighs. It slowly worked its way up towards my throbbing and sensitive clit, licking and sucking the rivulets of warm liquid gushing from my cunt.

I really didn't want to, but I finally had to shove her head away. The last thing I remember before I passed out was her fist opening and closing inside of me. When I woke up, I realized she was probably my new girlfriend and I still didn't know her name.