She was always doing this. Getting drunk, and then pleading with me to tell her ‘what it’s like’. Too timid to go chase her own fantasies, she whooped vicariously through the imagined thrills of my bisexuality.

I hadnÂ’t known Louise for that long, sheÂ’d joined the company I worked for only four months earlier, but we had clicked almost immediately, enjoying pub lunches and office bitching, along with the occasional wine soaked evening watching videos round at my flat.
“Look, don’t keep on asking, Louise” I exclaimed, exasperated. “It’s not fair!”
“But I tell you everything” she pouted “And I don’t leave anything out – if I’d been with a woman, I’d tell you”
I sighed, as the Friday night rental video came to an end, pressed rewind on the remote, and moved over to the fireplace to poke unnecessarily at the coals, which were merrily blazing away.
I could feel her looking at me, and I frowned exaggeratedly and picked up the bottle to pour us both another glass of red.
“You’re a boring old fart,” she giggled, as I lobbed a cushion off the chair at her.
“Cheek” I grumbled “Only six years older than you are” She pulled the throw off the back of the settee, wrapped it around herself, and pulling her knees up to her chin, eyed me dolefully.
“Another video?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and passing her a glass.
“I don’t know… what have you got?” Putting her wine down, she leaned backwards and opened up the video cabinet. “Jesus Cass – there are loads in here! Hmmm… The Graduate… Deer Hunter… Beetlejuice… Decadent Divas???”
I laughed and grabbed it from her as she waved it around in the air above her head, crowing with delight.
“Put it on!” she demanded. I shrugged, took it from her and slipped it into the player.
“I suppose you want the volume up too?” I grinned. This could be fun – I hadn’t seen this for some time, and never ever with anybody else in the room.
I pressed play, picked up my glass of wine, and sat down on the sofa.
“Don’t expect much of a plot,” I warned, punching her leg playfully.
She just grinned, and turned back to the TV. “Are there any blokes in this at all?” she asked.
“Nope.” I smiled back at her.
The scene unfolded – three girls together, eating food and drinking wine whilst they dissed their boyfriends– it had been so long since I’d seen this video, I’d forgotten just how strong it was about to get. Poor Louise was oblivious to that, as she watched the girls on screen dissing their boyfriends.
“Ewwww, look at her tits, they’re completely false!”
“Mm yes, but they are pretty magnificent, you must admit” l half joked. “Even under that tee-shirt”
We watched for a few minutes more, the dialogue began to slow, and the music started – always a good indicator of impending graphic action.
“We don’t have to watch this…”
“Are you kidding? Leave it on!”
I sipped at my wine and watched the “story” unfold on the screen in front of us.
The girl with the magnificent manufactured breasts was sitting, on a chair, dressed in thigh high leather boots, with impossibly high heels, whilst the other two licked and stroked their way up her legs. She wore a matching leather corset, and those huge tits spilled out over the top, she had the right one raised to her mouth, sucking at the nipple.
The two girls moved ever closer to the top of her boots, their tongues flicking around like tiny eels.
I stole a sidelong glance at Louise – she was mesmerised, sitting stock-still staring at the screen. Feeling my eyes on her, she turned, and smiled sheepishly. “It’s good!”
“Hrrmmm” I grinned, sipping more wine.
In complete unison, the two girls on screen reached the inside of the womanÂ’s thighs, and pretty soon, their tongues were slowly rotating together on thigh boot girls wide-open pussy.
Even after watching this a fair few times, it still sent an electric shock of lust through me, to see two eager tongues meshing together with a clitoris. I could feel myself becoming more and more flushed; blame it on the fire and wine.
“Have you done this?” Louise asked, in a small voice.
“Not with two people, unfortunately ” I joked, not daring to look at her.
“Turn the light off, it's hurting my eyes” Lou requested.
I reached up, and snapped off the light.
Magnificent tits woman was writhing and groaning on screen, and the other two were still licking and sucking between her shaking legs, though now, each of them had their fingers exploring the others groin. The camera moved slowly between the three of them, sparing no detail.
I could see from the corner of my eye, a slight, almost imperceptible movement as the throw, which covered Louise, slipped down. She held her empty wine glass towards me for a refill, and in the darkening room, I swear to God; I could see the fingers of her right hand glistening on the stem of the glass. Dry throated, I shrugged it off as my imagination, and poured her some more Cabernet Sauvignon.
Looking back at the screen, big boobs was now administering with her tongue to the two other women, who were laying one on top of the other. “Christ” I remember thinking to myself, “this is bloody strong”
I looked directly at Louise, there was no mistaking the slow back and forth movement beneath the throw – she was definitely masturbating underneath there. I could hardly tear my eyes away, the same, as she couldn’t stop looking at the TV screen, as it played out her fantasy in front of her eyes. Unable to resist, I reached out slowly and pulled softly at the corner of the light blanket, and it slipped further down, clearly displaying her hand inside her jeans, obviously fingering her clit. Far more interested in this, than what was on the TV across the other side of the room, I touched her calf.
She pushed her leg out, towards me, and I leaned into it, resting against her now, and clearly watching her. In the half-light, I could see she had her eyes closed, and she was making no attempt to hide what she was doing from me.
I could feel a low buzzing in my stomach; this was an incredible turn on, and so, feeling horny as hell I unbuttoned my own jeans, and slipped a hand inside my pants. LouiseÂ’s eyes opened, and she stared at me, still masturbating with her right hand, she reached out and touched my face with her left.
Feeling that this was probably not a good idea, but emboldened by three bottles of red wine, l straightened her legs out, and tugged on her jeans. She lifted her bottom up, and they slid off easily, bring her underwear with them.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked quietly.
“Yes” she whispered fiercely “Of course I am, don’t be stupid”
Standing, l climbed out of my own jeans, and lifted my tee shirt over my head, watching as she took off her shirt, unclasped her bra, and then stood up beside me.
I reached out and put my fingertips to her nipples, palest pink and perfect, watching her face for any sign of her not wanting to go ahead with this – I couldn’t see any at all, as she moved towards me, and we tentatively kissed.
There’s nothing like kissing another woman – it’s softer, gentler, tongues probing rather than stabbing your mouth – and it feels wonderful.
We sank back down onto the settee, still kissing, but harder now, LouÂ’s hands pulling my own towards her breasts. I broke the kiss, and moved down her neck, running my tongue down the front of her throat and onto her collarbone. By the time l had my mouth on her nipple, she was groaning softly, pressing her fingers into the back of my head.
She smelled delicious, and I couldnÂ’t get enough of her, my hands stroked and fondled each breast, my mouth moving from one to the other, tonguing and sucking at her nipples.
She was pushing her groin into my stomach, and l raised my head to kiss her again, this time reaching down to her pussy. I stroked softly with my fingertips, and then slowly pushed one finger between her soft lips – she was soaking wet.
She moved her hands down, mirroring my movements, sliding a finger inside me too, rubbing slowly in tiny circles.
We lay side by side on the settee, watching each other and smiling, as we masturbated each other gently. She copied every move I made; pushing a finger deep inside me at the same time I explored her, rubbing soft, then hard. Her legs began to tremble, so I slowed my fingers, trailing them away, teasing round and around her clitoris, then pushing back harder until she was almost there, and then slowing again, until she was gasping. She frantically pressed her fingers against me, rocking them back and forwards.
As I could feel my orgasm begin to build, I stroked her harder and faster, until she came hard against me, crying out, tipping me over the edge.
We laid a while, catching our breath, then l leaned over and whispered teasingly;
“Louise – if you ever go with a woman, you will tell me what it's like won't you?”