I've wondered for ages what it would be like to fuck another woman and be fucked in return. Lately those feelings have got stronger and I've decided not to waste any more of life's rich experiences wondering.

My friend Cathy and I love to go away for weekends of drink and laughter together, she's sexually very adventurous and we always joke to our boyfriends that we are a pair of raging lesbians when we go off together and share a bed etc etc. One eveninh, a few weeks before our last trip, we were having a girls night in, plenty of drink and loose talk and I told her I was planning to pack my sex toys to wind Rob up! She giggled and said she'd do the same, adding suggestively that we might even get pissed enough to use them on each other. She was obviously sounding me out, seeing if I'd recoil at the idea or call her bluff...

"Why not ?" I said, I've woken up with a lot worse in the morning!"

"Could you seriously?" she asked, "I mean, I've often fantasised about sex with you - would you really be up for it?"

I was flattered and I must admit, hugely turned on by her admission. Cathy is about 5'4 and quite petite with small perky tits and a trim flat belly. I on the other hand am almost 6ft tall, much more curvy and have soft pendulous breasts, 38 DD ! It was nice to know that I was viewed sexually by a woman who fitted the "perfect figure ideal".

We started to explore what we each wanted to discover on our first lesbian trip and talking about it so openly made me feel very wet and excited. Cathy said she loved the thought of my big tits in her face and sucking my huge nipples (like saucers, they are!) while sinking her finger in my wet cunt. I was squirming with anticipation just imagining but we both knew we wanted to keep the experience for when we were away. I told her that I longed to go down on her and taste her pussy juices.

In no time, it was time to go home and I went back to Rob with my clit on fire. He was asleep but a quick stroke beneath the sheets and he was upfor action. I made him go down on me and suck my clit hard until I came, all the while imagining Cathy's delicate tongue instead.

As we set off a week later for our trip to the coast. Cathy and I were like two schoolgirls bunking off. No sooner than we were out of the drive than Cathy produced an enormous long pink dildo from a bag beneath the seat and asked if it could join in our games.

The journey seemed interminable but within two hours we reached our hotel and checked in. It was a twin room but we quickly rearranged the beds to form a double and threw our bags down. We had made a pact not to touch each other sexually until that night, heightening the sexual tension between us. We turned to face each other and our nipples brushed, as they strained beneath out tight tops. I gasped with elecrtic excitement but Cathy flicked my lips with her tongue and said "We wait, remember".

I can hardly remember how we spent the day, thrill riding at the amusement park and eyeing up the passers by, male and female, on the beach. We were in the bars by early evening although neither of us drank heavily, we wanted enough of a buzz to ensure neither backed out later on.

By ten thirty, we were headed back to the hotel. I started to murmur to Cathy how much I wanted to taste her and by the time we got in, we were so horny, we could barely contain ourselves. I slid her strappy T-shirt over her head - she was bra-less and her breasts, so small and perky with their taut brown nipples invited me to suck. I bent to take one in my mouth whilst slipping her panties down. She was whimpering with pleasure and I stroked her pubic mound down to her moist cleft with a lazy finger before seeking a way in. She was soaking.

We stopped and looked deeply at each other and moved togther onto the bed where we kissed gently, my fingers stil butterfly caressing her bush, barely more than stroking her labia at that point.

"Can I ?" I whispered "Can I totally fuck you?"

"God, yes" she gasped urgently, "Make me come hard".

I didn't need more encouragement and bent my head to the sweet valley, pushing her thighs wide apart to display the glistening pinkness of her hole. I swept my tongue upwards, cleaving her soaking gorge and savouring the cremy wetness that surged onto my palate. It was a sweet delicately perfumed smell, overhung with a musky hotness. I had expected to find it possibly a little off putting but instead it felt so natural and right to lap at her pussy that I plunged my tongue deeper, literally eating her juices like a staved man devouring his first meal.

Cathy was crying out, urging me on but I wanted to slow the pace and concentrate on her clitoris, now swollen like a ripe bud about to burst. I began to circle it gently with my tongue-tip, never touching it directly but teasing the very edges with slow sweeping strokes. Cathy's moans told me I was doing the right thing - I knew, because how many times had I laid there wishing Rob would find that perfect rhythm instead of going for the button with a deep sucking motion like trying to suck the flake out of his 99 cone.

Meanwhile, I was as horny as a bitch on heat but wanted to wait until Cathy had come before we turned the attention to my needs. It was obvious that she wouldn't be long.

I began to use my fingers alongside my tongue, bunching three together and thrusting them into her hard while I sucked around her clit, alternatively gentle and hard. Cathy's head was thrown back, her back arched in supplication as I worshipped at her temple. Her orgasm was explosive and I drew back for a second to gaze in wonderment at the beautiful sight of her vagina contracting and the milky white juices squeezed from her.

"Ohhhhh don't stop" she cried out and I bent my head to her again,prolonging the orgasm for a second bout of shuddering climax until she finally collapsed back on the bed.

"That was unbelievable" she said, a few minutes later, "but very one-sided, I want to enjoy you too don't forget."

We both needed a while to recover from the emotional rollercoaster. I felt amazingly empowered by my ability to bring my best friend such pleasure, yet desperately wanted to know how it was.

Soon though, cathy began to explore my body with tentative fingers, cupping one breast in her hand in awe at the heaviness of each one. She kissed me and I realised that, though she obviously wanted me, she was far more unsure of how to proceed than I had been. I felt a swell of pride that I had proved sexually more assertive than she, who I had always imagined was the more so of the two of us.

I covered her hand and moved it slowly down to my own moist mound.

"Explore me", I urged, "enjoy our differences and celebrate our sameness" and she smiled.

She bent her head to my pussy and with her fingers, explored my thick labia, so much more fleshy and loose than her own, neat lips. She spread mine apart and I could feel her breath on my thighs. "I want to "she whispered, "I just don't know how."

"Do what feels right for you. The rest will follow naturally" I explained and she dipped her mouth to my slit. I can barely explain that first touch of wet lips on my cunt, I literally thrust my hips up to meet her, so electrified by the touch. She went straight to my clit which was unbearably aroused and began to make quick circling motions around the bud.

I bucked beneath her ministrations and she pushed me into the bed. Cathy wanted to use me much more like a man however, and soon reached for the dildo. Still teasing my clit with her tongue, she lubed the toy up and rubbed it between my cleft. I pushed my hips up to meet it and she slid it into me making me gasp aloud. What was making it an entirely different experience to any I'd ever known, was the continual sensation of her tongue on my clitoris, complementing the deep rhythmic thrusts of the dildo.

She turned round, straddling my face with her pussy and I pulled her onto my face hungrily lapping again at her wetness. Despite the deep sucking I was giving her, she didn't ease up on my own clit nor on the fucking. Both of us were mounting to a crescendo of moans and cries and for a fleeting second I wondered if there were any guests in the next rooms, embarrassed by our noises. But that was a momentary thought, washed away as we hit the peaks Cathy only seconds behind me and me clung to each other, our tongues sinking deep into each others cunt holes, drinking our juices like honey.

Afterwards, we curled up beside each other and vowed that our friendship was stronger and more enduring than ever before. That we had possibly begun something we could continue at home if we wanted or leave it as a one off or an occasional holiday "fling".

Over breakfast, we agreed that we had definitely both enjoyed pushing back the boundaries of our sexuality - there was no pressure on us to decide if it was a continuing thing, it was our friendship that was the basis of the relationship, not the sex.