User:Wolfskin75/Tera
From Create Your Own Story
DirtyMe story collaboration
It was strange, heady. Everyone hears about the "It was only one time in college", but it was not something Tera had actually tried. She had sometimes secretly fantasized about being with another woman. Some famous actor, seen kissing another woman on the screen, and she would imagine what it was like. That famous singer, Catty Berry or something (Yes, trying to show Katy Perry when "heard about" from someone, but not what that someone might have listened to), singing about kissing another girl. It had also been a long time since she had a one night stand, hooking up with someone she met at a bar. Beginning college, before she met her now ex husband. It had been a long time since college. Over half her life ago. Add to that the woman she was with, a woman!, that was barely a woman to her. Her kids could have taken Beth home, and it would have been more normal.
All this flowed through Tera's head as she looking into Beth's eyes.
"Your roots are showing," she said casually, trying to ease the tension.
"Oh, I..." Beth said, not sure how to respond, her speech interrupted as Beth took her hand gently.
"Shh, no worries. Just relax," she said, her voice a little bit playful, a little bit forceful. Beth grabbed Tera's hand, bringing it to her lips. She gently kissed Tera's finger. "You look scared. Don't be. I don't bite." With that, she opened her mouth, put Tera's finger tip between her teeth, and bit. Not hard, it didn't hurt. Just a little playful pressure. With that, Tera let out a laugh, and the tension, while still there, was less palpable.
"I've, I mean I have never, with another woman..." Tera trailed off, face turning bright red.
"No worries. It is just like with anyone else. The parts just match together differently," she said, pulling Tera's hand so Beth had to move closer or drop the connection.
Beth released Tera's hand, cupping her cheek instead. Looking deep into her eyes.
As Tera glanced into her eyes, she could see compassion, gentleness, swimming in her (insert Beth's eye color here) eyes. They looked at each other, and Tera found herself lost in them. Intelligence sparkled there, and some need, yet undefined. Not the sex that Tera was purposely avoiding, but something more (Hinting here at what you mentioned, the "older woman" more as a mother type than a girlfriend). A longing, a desire.
It all faded completely, the puzzle over that look, as Beth brought her lips to Tera's lips. At first, Tera felt herself tense, eyes wide open in surprise. Surprise this was really happening. Surprise Beth was kissing her.
Surprise at how soft her lips were.
Surprise at how it left her head spinning slightly.
Soon, the surprise disappeared, and she returned the kiss. Her eyes slid closed, and she tasted the hint of fruit on Beth's breath. She tasted something else, something she couldn't quite identify.
At first it was a simple kiss, closed lips. Like teenagers first learning how to kiss. But gently, remorselessly, Tera found Beth's tongue start exploring. Her lips parted to the onslaught, and soon they explored each others mouths. Gentle probing. It was similar to her husband's, to a man's, in some ways. But there was subtle differences. Men's tongues tended to be more forceful, like they were trying to penetrate their throat, like they might penetrate a pussy with their penis. Or, as some would say, shove their tongue down their partner's throat. Beth, however, took it slower, their tongues touching just the tips, testing each other little by little. It triggered different thoughts in Tera. It brought heat between her legs, but left her feeling different. Not the hard, lustful energy she had in her youth with her lovers, but something softer, building, and yet, more intimate. Of course, her days of unquenchable, carnal lust were long behind her. But it still stirred feelings.
Beth pulled back. "Okay so far?" She asked.
Tera hesitated a moment, then nodded. Beth's lips came back again, and soon it was as if she had never left.
Their bodies pulled tighter together, until Tera could feel the warmth of more than just Beth's breath. Their arms wrapped around each other, as they continued their slow, soft explorations. Beth's hands ran gently through Tera's hair, avoiding pulling on the snags and tangles, her other hands exploring her back through her shirt.
As the kiss went on, Beth's hand drifted further down, until it rested against Tera's back. Tera gasped in Beth's mouth as Beth's hand slipped under the shirt, stroking the bare skin of her back. Other hand leaving Tera's hair, it joined the first, both hands stroking her bare skin.
The touch bordered on tickling, and Tera broke the kiss. Touching nose to nose, forhead to forehead, they looked into each other's eyes again as Beth explored the smooth, vast expanse of Tera's skin. Beth, giving her a playful look, pursing her lips, reminded Tera again of the vast age difference. Even here, in this moment, youth showed, in the playful mannerisms.
Their lips met again, and Tera felt a slight tug, her bra clasp undone. Suddenly, it hit her. Here she was, with this young, strange woman, and about to have sex. Knowing was one thing, understanding though suddenly changed her entire view. It was really happening, not some heavy petting, but she was really doing this.
Tera felt herself shaking, overwhelmed by the reality. Beth looked at her, taking her hands out Tera's shirt, cupping her face.
"Shh, it's okay," she said, soothingly. She grabbed Tera's hand, leading her to the bedroom. Tera's face turned red again, seeing the bed there, waiting for what was about to happen. It lurked, like some mythical creature, waiting to devour them in soft linen sheets. Beth turned Tera to her, then gently pushed. Tera found herself sitting on the bed, then her legs between Beth's, Beth pressing her lips against Tera. It was either let her lips be crushed, or lay back, as Beth pushed her lips harder and harder. Soon Tera found herself on her back, Beth laying on top of her. Tera again noticed the subtle differences. When she was with her husband, he would almost pin her down, putting all of his weight on her. Sometimes, it felt like he was crushing her. Beth's weight lay against her, but less, and Beth held herself up more, so less of her total weight pressed against her. It felt more soothing, like something substantial, rather than something crushing, making it hard for her to breath.
Beth shifted to the side, and Tera turned her head. Their lips met again, but this time, Beth's hand slipped under the front of her shirt, playing with her stomach. She felt a flush of embarrassment. Here was Beth, still slender with youth. And here was Tera, the marks of age showing. Her belly, while not fat, was poochy. The skin less resilient, a little looser. She hated her stomach, and wondered if the younger woman would find it disgusting, or unappealing.
Beth continued to stroke her stomach, showing no signs of disgust or disappointment that Tera was flawed and imperfect. She lifted her hand, and somehow worked the bottom button off, even though her hand was under the shirt, not on top of it. (Putting buttons on Tera's shirt, so it is slower. Feel free to change to lifting the shirt, exposing her little by little if you do not like the buttons). The next came undone, and a third. Beth slide the two sides apart, exposing Tera's imperfect stomach, stretched belly button. Beth left her lips, lowering her head to gently kiss her stomach. Tera lost her ticklishness a long time ago. And yet, it still tickled. It wasn't physical tickling. More like her mind turned Beth's kisses into something that seemed like it tickled, bringing giggles that surprised her. Tera hadn't giggled in years. It didn't even feel like her anymore.
Soon, she noticed that a few more buttons were undone. She could mentally see, since she was not going to physically crane her neck to try to look, that her bra was now exposed. She mentally groaned, realizing she had worn a granny bra, rather than something sexy. Beth said nothing as she continued to not quite tickle Tera, to undo buttons.
Tera's last button soon came undone, and Beth peeled Tera's shirt back, until her entire front was showing.
With that, Beth reached down to the bottom of her own shirt, lifting it up and over her head. Tera slid her arms out of her shirt, lifted herself slightly, sliding it out from under her.
Both women looked at each other, clad only in their respective bras from the waist up. Beth's breasts were smaller than Tera's by a couple sizes. Wearing a half bra, it came barely above her nipples, leaving Beth's cleavage on display. Tera's breasts, fuller, larger, filled her entire bra, leaving only the center cleavage visible. Tera could feel the looseness of it, having been unclasped, feel her breasts start sagging sideways, away from the middle of her chest.
Beth snaked her hands around her back, unclasping her own bra, drawing it off. The small, pink nipples surrounded by slightly darker areolas. Her nipples were already hard, unlike Tera's, but smaller. As she let Beth remove her own bra, the differences flashed through her head.
While Tera's sagged, from two children, from age, Beth's was firm, perky. As the bra slipped free, Tera's breasts weighed down, pulled away from the center, sagging. Her own nipples were thicker, and while not hard, like Beth's, would stand out much more once they hardened. Tera's nipples, darker, her areolas larger, and darker still. A light brown and dark brown, rather than the almost pink and light brown of Beth. Tera wanted to turn around, sit up, anything to make her breasts seem...more flattering. If it was a man in bed with her, she would roll over to her hands and knees. Beth took Tera's left breast in her hand, gently squeezing it, feeling the softness of it. She didn't think of Tera's breasts as saggy, her nipples as large. She felt Tera's breasts were just perfect. The age showing, the larger nipples perfect for nursing. She flicked her finger's across Tera's nipple, flicked it again, again.
Tera felt her body quiver, the lust start growing. Now that it was time to start petting intimate parts, her mind stopped worrying that Beth would find her ugly, undesirable, and instead let the sensations take over. A new lover, a new experience. It was like being touched for the first time again. She knew her husband, knew what he liked, didn't like, the way he did things. She knew how he touched her, how he wanted to be touched. Now, here, with Beth, it was different. When Tera expected one thing, Beth did something different. It left her gasping at the unexpected touches, the unexpected flicks and squeezes and caresses.
She gasped in surprise when Beth's lips covered her nipple, when her mouth sucked it in, when her tongue scraped along the surface. Soon, Beth was sucking on her breast in a way that made Tera think of a child nursing. (Adding in some of the nursing elements since, as you mentioned, Beth likes older women more because she looks for a more "mother figure" for her girlfriend) Beth stayed at Tera's breast as the minutes ticked away. Her other hand lazily stroked Tera's right breast, but her focus was all on sucking.
After immeasurable time passed, Beth's attention shifted, stimulating Tera's nipples sexually again. After growing accustomed to the nursing sensation, which she hadn't felt in years, Tera gasped in surprise as Beth started stimulation.
Beth looked into Tera's eyes at her gasp, giving her a mischievous smile. Beth's hands drifted down to the buttons on Tera's slacks (If Tera is in a skirt, Beth can instead move to the zipper or buttons of the skirt. The movement here is to remove it, not to reach under if it is a skirt). She teased the first, watching Tera's eyes move.
Tera's mind raced. Just as she grew somewhat comfortable, it was back to reality, to the fact that she was not here with a friend, but was here, with this woman, for sex. Her breath came raggedly. Not from excitement, but from some animalistic, raw emotion. Lust, yes. Panic. A feeling of being trapped, yet not sure if she wanted to escape.
The button popped off, then the next followed, the next, the last. Beth rubbed her hands on Tera's panties. Not the grandma panties to match the bra, but softer, silkier. Unlike the youth of today, her panties covered her completely. She hated thongs, especially with the extra cellulite on her ass. Once firm, now, not so much. No see through front. No crotchless panties. They were simple, with fine patterns stitched across them. Beth smirked at the red panties, but said nothing as she caressed the fabric covering Tera's mons.
As Beth slowly tugged on Tera's slacks, Tera got the point, lifting herself off the bed, ass hovering above, as Beth slid her slacks down. Tera blushed in shame, her thighs with their extra skin, the slight stretch marks showing where her weight gain had taken her once youthful thighs and added ounces to them. Slacks around her knees, Beth rubbed her thighs gently, then kissed them. As she kissed her way up, she slid them the rest of the way down, tugging them over Tera's feet, until they slid free. Discarding them to the side, she gently pulled Tera's knees apart. Stray hairs poked out around the edges of the panties. Beth nuzzled against her, between her legs, her hands softly massaging Tera's thighs.
Breaking contact, Beth stood, shedding her own pants. Black panties, low cut, the front semi-transparent, showed Tera that Beth shaved her pussy.
Once Beth's pants were taken care of, she straddled Tera, gently pushing her back until Tera was laying down. Beth slowly kissed Tera again, then trailed down Tera's body, hands first, followed by soft, gentle, tickling kisses. Tera squeezed her eyes shut, wondering when Beth would tell her how repulsive she found her body. Trying to imagine she was with someone else, some man, and yet, at the same time, excited, knowing that she wasn't. No man had ever been this gentle, this passionate. As hard as she found it to believe she was here, she found herself turned on more than she had been in many years.
She thought about how you go through life, wondering what something you have always wanted to try would be like. And, here she was. No matter how self conscious she was, no matter how nervous and intimidated she was, she realized she was glad she had accepted. So far, Beth had been wonderful.
As Beth got to her panties again, she turned herself around. Tera's eyes went wide as her see through panties ended up right in front of her face. She could see the bumps of Beth's outer lips, see her inner lips slightly peeking between them. She wanted to look away as Beth continued rubbing and kissing, but could not. Like a deer lost in the headlights, Tera found herself lost in the sight of Beth's pussy, right in front of her. She wasn't sure what to do. Should she try kissing it, like Beth was doing? Try caressing it? She could smell the odor from Beth. It wasn't too strong, but it was decidedly different. She had only really ever smelled herself before, and the odor was different. Her mind stuck on that, unable to tell her how it was different. It just was. She laughed gently, trying to keep from letting Beth know, as she imagined herself sticking her finger against the fabric and pushing. When she closed her eyes, the situation didn't improve. The smell was more noticeable, reminding her of exactly what was in front of her.
Unsure what to do, and not wanting to close her eyes, she studied Beth's pussy. While Tera was more into guys, she always secretly found herself enjoying looking at women just as much, if more discreetly. What would her children say if they caught her looking at another woman? (Putting this here so you can lead in to the "Beth is a friend of Tera's daughter) Her husband wouldn't have minded. He had always hinted, sometimes stronger than others, that he would love to see her and another woman together. What would her friends have said? Especially her best friend. She thought of her friend's eyes, how they always had a twinkle in them, like she saw something both humorous and enjoyable wherever she looked. Of her friends lips, that Tera had thought about more than once kissing. Ladies did not do that though. They were not lustful towards other women. True, they would talk about their sex lives with their husbands, but they did not talk about their own bodies, and they definitely did not talk about other women, and how they wondered what it would be like to be exactly where Tera was now, staring at another woman's pussy, so close she could stick out her tongue and touch it. So close she could see every fold, smell every smell.
(More to add)
Notes for you:
After the suckling, then more kissing, Beth will move to the bottom. Clothes will come off slowly, and they will stay in underwear. Beth will start stimulating Tera through her panties, rather that moving to take them off and directly stimulate. Eventually, Tera will join in, start rubbing Beth. Once they are both worked up enough, panties will come off, and I will include your description of their pussies. Tera will be willing to finger Beth, but will not be willing to directly look at it, relying on touch only. Beth will give Tera oral. She will try to get Tera to return it, but Tera will panic right before she actually contacts her pussy, and will not eat Beth out. Beth will accept, so Tera will instead work on trying to get her off with fingers. In the end, Beth will get herself off, but after she gets Tera off orally. There will probably be some of Beth rubbing against Tera, but not sure about that yet. Tera will have a bit of the regret of sleeping with this strange woman, but will also have the regret of panicking and not returning the favor. It is a break period you can work on with Beth and Tera later, the first time Tera actually gives Beth oral.
Sorry, need to pause here. Leaving your comment below to guide me, and can add to this later when I have more time. --Dirty Me 06:45, 17 July 2017 (UTC)
Didn't add much this time. Sorry, my son woke up, so going to be busy for a while xD --Dirty Me 01:47, 18 July 2017 (UTC)
So, added more for you. They are now topless, and we have seen some of Tera's insecurities creep out, the older woman with the sagging breasts, no longer firm skin. I have tried to also show that Beth views her breasts as perfect because to her, they are a mother's breasts, perfect for mothering, already been through the mother aspects, so this display fits into her mother image. The larger nipples, so easier to suck on. The nursing part is more to show the relationship, how to Beth, Tera is more of a mother figure. There will still be sex, but I wanted to at least give the reader some idea of the mother figure side. That can of course be explained more in further story development areas. How Beth wants to be mothered, even on the sexual side, adult nursing, mixing human sexuality and the non-sexual, bonding elements of adult nursing. Also notice that I have not rushed into it. I think this is one of the big details that many guys miss. The foreplay. Many stories on here do not include the building. A woman is hot and ready, the guy sticks it in, pumps a few times, and cums somewhere. Inside, outside, whatever. Women however need the foreplay. It helps set the mind, helps increase the bloodflow to the lower areas, helps start the lubrication process, enlarges the clit in anticipation, etc. Two women having sex will focus much more on the foreplay, while the final release may actually be rather short. They won't just start sticking fingers into holes, but instead will focus on the building. The heavy action, when one or both mutually, is a couple frantic minutes getting each other over that final hump before they climax. I have also tried to highlight some of the differences between men and women. For Tera, this is a new experience. Her whole life has involved her with men, and since she was married, especially with one specific man. So, while everyone has their own things they do during sex, it will be very different for Tera this first time. So, I want to highlight it. Men = quicker, more forceful, less attention to the buildup. Women = lighter touch, paying more attention to their partner than just "Hey, breasts, squeeze and lick, hey, pussy, shove things into it". There are many subtle differences that are common, even as man to man and woman to woman they will differ. Hopefully throwing this in will help highlight to the reader that these are two women, not a woman and a woman who acts like a man, shoving her fingers inside to fill in for a penis, kissing her hard while laying on top of her, groping the partner's breasts like they are unfeeling things hanging on a woman's chest that are there to be played with and abused in any ways and the other woman will be excited. I am also trying to show the awkwardness of first time sex, at least in parts. Two people who have never met, one of them in a strange place she doesn't know, and that everything does not magically work and is completely perfect, since this is not real life, no matter how much of a "pro" the other person is. Also, remember, when putting these into your story, you will need to change it slightly to make it match. I assume Tera's perspective will be "I" rather than third person "Tera". But, to keep it neutral, I made it third person, so you will need to adjust as needed. --Dirty Me 05:28, 19 July 2017 (UTC)
Tera, 50 mother of two, I envision her being bi curious her whole life just stuck in a rut. Blond hair, dyed. To cover the grey.. Beth a mid 20's redhead in college. Loves older woman. And likes the older woman sort of a mother like girlfriend..Knows Tera ( knows her daughter and is someone's daughter that Tera will know. Tera is of the generation that doesnt shave..pubic hair i mean. Beth is smaller chested then Tera. Normal breast Tera's would slightly not perky. Beth is the predator in this case...i want to have some regert in the morning but enough to force her hand in a choice. So far she has moved slowly but she has moved forward... Thats the direction i want to head. Plus... I havent posted the next post which will go in front of this...so you have a little time
