The first time I saw Lucy she was wrapped enthusiastically round my flatmate Mark at the bar, and he seemed to be enjoying it. I’d arrived late for our regular Tuesday night booze up to find our other friends waiting impatiently for their round of drinks and watching the display which was rapidly becoming rather too X-rated for a quiet Tuesday evening in an out of town pub. Five foot five, with glossy shoulder-length auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, and a sensational figure, she was stunning and had the male contingent drooling openly.
“Its so unfair’ Claire complained, following my stare. ‘Nobody that gorgeous should be allowed to set foot in this place… And it’s pathetic the way the guys are all panting after her. You know Mark… she’ll not be around for long!” I knew her reaction was more to do with the way she felt about Mark than anything Lucy had done, but I had to admit she made me feel rather inadequate in my scruffy jeans and T-shirt.
My friends had long been under the illusion that Mark and I were more than just flatmates though we’d never ventured down that path, and they got strangely protective of me whenever a new girl arrived on the scene. On this occasion though, their concern was totally misplaced. I couldn’t take my eyes off Lucy all evening as she chatted and laughed with Mark and the other guys. She was bright, warm, witty and totally oblivious to the effect her presence had on every male within a hundred feet. It was impossible not to like her and she was accepted into our little group readily.
Conversation and booze both flowed freely and as often happened we turned to our favourite subject, sex! Claire was divulging the details of her latest boyfriend’s juicy fantasy of a threesome, and the guys were adding their own ideas to what was fast turning into the plot of a home made porn movie. There was rowdy disappointment all round when she announced that there was no way she’d be indulging him as she had no fancy for kissing girls.
“I kissed another girl once. It was the most erotic experience of my life!” Suddenly, eight pairs of eyes were firmly fixed on Lucy, but her emerald gaze hadn’t wavered from my face as if the words had been meant for me alone. I blushed furiously wondering if she was somehow aware of the movie playing in my mind of her full lips pressed against mine in a lust-fuelled kiss. Embarrassed, feeling as if everyone must be aware of my arousal, I hurriedly excused myself and headed to the bar for more drinks, while the others clamoured for more details of her girl encounter.
Lucy accompanied Mark and I home, as I knew she would, and they wasted no time on goodnights, disappearing into Mark’s room shutting the door firmly behind them. It wasn’t the first time in my life I’d felt jealous of a friend having such a fantastic partner, but it was certainly the first time the object of my desire was another woman. I’d fantasised about sex with a woman of course, but my real life knowledge was nil, and this was the first time I’d experienced lust for a flesh and blood woman, who now was only feet away enjoying the attentions of my best, and very male, friend! As I lay under the duvet and my fingers slipped between my legs to pleasure the stresses of the day away, my fantasies were of red-gold hair fanned across my stomach and a gently probing tongue delivering intimate caresses.
The next morning I hardly dared greet Lucy I felt so ashamed of my activities, as if echoes of the intense orgasm I’d enjoyed the previous night still might show in my face. I kept stealing glances at her across the room, noticing little details that I hadn’t seen before, like the way the figure-hugging T-shirt moulded itself around her full breasts, and the way her skirt rode up to mid-thigh when she crossed her legs. My face heated anew when I realised that a sweet dampness was again begging to be satisfied and I sought refuge in the tiny kitchen. My heart began pounding when I realised she was standing close behind me. I half expected her to whisper some confidence or seductive words, but instead she quietly asked if she’d done something to upset me as I’d hardly acknowledged her. If only she knew, I thought, but instead I told her that everything was fine and prayed she’d leave me alone with my fantasies.
“Mar;k’s left for work. You don’t mind if I stick around for a bath do you?” She hopped up onto the kitchen table, crossing her legs at the ankles, her chest at my eye level. The faintest shape of a nipple showed tantalisingly under the tight fabric. Her sandals fell to the floor as she swung a leg and rested her bare foot on the arm of my chair. Bending forward she ran a hand up her tanned leg and frowned slightly. “Do you think my skin looks dry?” she asked. She grabbed my hand and said “Here, feel!” I wanted to snatch my hand away, my mouth suddenly dry, but Lucy covered my hand with hers as she smoothed it slowly up her shin to her knee.
“It feels fine to me” I stammered. Touching her was having an electrifying effect. She was still leaning down towards me, her hand on mine, one finger gently caressing the back of my fingers. I felt I should say something to break the sudden tension but when I turned my face up to her she leant towards me and brushed her lips against mine in the softest, lightest kiss, taking my hand and holding it against her breast.
My thumb sought out her erect nipple, hard and straining against the clingy t-shirt, circling it slowly, marvelling at how large it grew in response to my touch. She slid off the table and pulled me to my feet, snaking her arms around my neck and leaning in to kiss me again. This time her lips moved more firmly against mine and I found myself returning her kiss, welcoming her tongue into my mouth, teasing it with mine. When I slipped my own tongue between her parted lips her words of the previous evening came flooding back to me – the way she sucked very gently on it was indeed suggestive and very erotic.
She made no objection as I slid my hands inside her T-shirt so I could undo the clasp of her bra. Pausing in our enthusiastic kissing she pulled the T-shirt over her head and dropped it, and the sexy pale blue satin bra, on the floor. Her breasts were beautiful, lightly tanned with large pink nipples standing proud. I cupped them, pinching and rolling her nipples between finger and thumb, burying my face in her neck, finally allowing myself to acknowledge the desire that was raging through me.
Lucy moaned softly against my hair, her own hands slipping between us and inside my silk robe to stroke my soft skin. She pushed me away from her and for a moment I panicked that this was the end of a wonderful experience, until she tugged at the belt that was holding my robe closed and bent her head to kiss my nipples, running her tongue around the firm little buds before taking each in turn and sucking it hard. “You have beautiful breasts” she whispered “I thought about doing this all night”
“I’ve never done this before” I admitted “I’m not really sure what I should do” Lucy smiled and kissed me again, her tongue lingering for a second on my lips before she answered “Do what feels good.”
She returned her attention to my nipples, fingers slowly creeping up the inside of my thigh, stroking and caressing my bare skin. I parted my thighs at her gentle insistence, aware that my knickers were already wet with my desire, and my need to be touched was overwhelming. Lucy’s gasp of pleasure when she finally reached her destination almost matched my own as she eased the damp lace aside and slipped a finger into my slippery sex.
Expertly locating my swollen clitoris she began to play and tease, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. Dropping tiny kisses down my stomach, she slowly eased my knickers down, before kneeling between my spread legs and kissing and licking her way over my inner thighs. By the time she flicked her tongue over my clit I felt like orgasm would overtake me at any second, but somehow she kept me from falling over the edge, until the passion had receded enough for her to begin her pleasuring again.
“Let's go to bed.” I said. I wanted to touch and taste her too but I wanted to take my time. A frenzied fuck in the kitchen wasn’t how I wanted to lose my ‘virginity’ with this beautiful girl. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard, tasting my cunt on her lips, then led her to my room. My robe slithered to the floor, quickly followed by her remaining clothes, and we fell onto the bed in a passionate embrace, exploring one another with hands and mouths.
She rubbed her sweet wetness against my leg, grinding her mound against the smoothness of my thigh, and begged me to go down on her. Her neatly trimmed dark fuzz was sleek with her juice, her lower lips swollen with lust. She shivered as I took my first tentative lick, stroking my tongue over her slit to the tip of her erect clit. Encouraged, I tried it again with a little more certainty, listening to her whimper, before plunging my stiff tongue deep inside and stroking her inside to out. I flicked and fondled her clit, sucked on it with varying intensity, licked her from arse to tip, caressing and teasing with fingers and tongue. I acted out every female fantasy I ever had and she responded more than my wildest dreams would have believed.
Lucy came noisily, pushing herself into my face. Her moans made my nipples tight and hard, the smell and taste of her made my cunt drip and I craved satisfaction too. Scrabbling in my bedside drawer I found my vibrator and handed it to Lucy. She turned it up to full and held it against my clit until the first waves of orgasm crashed over me, then she slipped it inside me and held me close, feeling the exquisite shuddering of my body against hers until passion was spent and the buzz became unbearable.
Afterwards we lay with limbs entwined in no hurry to break the spell. We both knew it wouldn’t happen again, that this had been an exciting one-off for us both, but it was a precious memory we’d relive in our dreams for a long time to come. She and Mark broke up a couple of weeks later and I didn’t see Lucy again.
I felt guilty for a few weeks for ‘borrowing’ a friend’s lover, but knowing Mark he’d probably have found the idea very appealing anyway. Her blonde replacement wasn’t my type at all, and he’s not shown such good taste since.