MCBBT50/yes
From Create Your Own Story
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, 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 she thought, Over half her life ago. Add to that the woman she was with, (a woman!) that was barely a woman to her.Either of Her kids could have taken Beth home, and it would have been more normal. All this flowed through your head as she looking into Beth's eyes.
"Your roots are showing," she said casually with a coy smile, trying to ease the tension.
"Oh, I..." you say, 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 your hand, bringing it to her lips. She gently kissed your finger.
"You look scared. Don't be. I don't bite." With that, she opened her mouth, put your fingertips between her teeth, and bit. Not hard, it didn't hurt. Just a little playful pressure. With that, you let out a laugh, and the tension, while still there,was less palpable. "I've, I mean I have never, with another woman..." you trailed off, face turning bright red.
"No worries. It is just like with anyone else. The parts just match together differently," she said, pulling your hand so Beth had to move closer or drop the connection. Beth released your hand, cupping her cheek instead. Looking deep into her eyes. As You glanced into her eyes, she could see compassion, gentleness, swimming in her emerald green eyes. They looked at each other, and you find yourself lost in them. Intelligence sparkled there, and some need, yet undefined. Not the sex that you were purposely avoiding, but something more.
A longing, a desire.
It all faded completely, the puzzle over that look, as Beth brought her lips to yours. At first, you feel yourself 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, You find Beth's tongue start exploring. Her lips parted to the onslaught, and soon they explored each other’s 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. you hesitate for a moment, then nod. Beth's lips came back again, and soon it was as if she had never left. Their bodies pulled tighter together, until You 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 your 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 your back. You gasped in Beth's mouth as Beth's hand slipped under the shirt, stroking the bare skin of her back. Other hand leaving your hair, it joined the first, both hands stroking her bare skin. The touch bordered on tickling, and you break the kiss. Touching nose to nose, forehead to forehead, they looked into each other's eyes again as Beth explored the smooth, vast expanse of your skin. Beth, giving her a playful look, pursing her lips, reminded you again of the vast age difference. Even here, in this moment, youth showed, in the playful mannerisms.
Their lips met again, and you feel a slight tug, her bra clasp undone. Suddenly, it hit you. 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.
You feel yourself shaking, overwhelmed by the reality. Beth looked at her, taking her hands out your shirt, cupping her face. "Shh, it's okay," she said, soothingly. She grabbed your hand, leading her to the bedroom. Your face turns 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 turns you, then gently pushed. Yu find herself sitting on the bed, then her legs between Beth's, Beth pressing her lips against Yours again. It was either let her lips be crushed, or lay back, as Beth pushed her lips harder and harder. Soon you are on your back, Beth laying on top of her.
You 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 You turn your head. Again, your lips met, 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 you, the marks of age showing. Your belly, while not fat, was poochy. The skin less resilient, a little looser. You hate your 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 you are flawed and imperfect. She lifted your hand, and slowly lifting the shirt off, exposing you little by little, even though her hand was under the shirt, not on top of it. Beth slowly and expertly slide your shirt off exposing your imperfect stomach, stretched belly button. Beth left her lips, lowering her head to gently kiss her stomach. You have lost your ticklishness a long time ago. And yet, it still tickled. It wasn't physical tickling. More like your mind turned Beth's kisses into something that seemed like it tickled, bringing giggles that surprised you. You hadn't giggled in years. It didn't even feel like you anymore. This all most be a dream you thought.Then is hit you through your bliss, since your were not going to physically crane your neck to try to look, that her bra was now exposed. You mentally groaned, realizing you have worn a granny bra, rather than something sexy.
With that, Beth reached down to the bottom of her own shirt, lifting it up and over her head. You help 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 yours's by a couple sizes. Wearing a half bra, it came barely above her nipples, leaving Beth's cleavage on display. Your breasts, fuller, larger, filled her entire bra, leaving only the center cleavage visible. YOU 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 Your's, but smaller. As she let Beth remove her own bra, the differences flashed through her head.
While your's sagged, from two children, from age, Beth's was firm, perky. As your bra slipped free, your breasts weighed down, pulled away from the center, sagging. Your nipples were thicker, darker, your areolas larger, and darker still. A light brown and dark brown, rather than the almost pink and light brown of her's and would stand out much more once they hardened. You want to turn around, sit up, anything to make her breasts seem...more flattering. If it was a man in bed with you, you would roll over to your hands and knees. Beth took your left breast in her hand, gently squeezing it, feeling the softness of it. She didn't seem to be bothered that your breasts were saggy, or your nipples as large. She felt your breasts were just perfect. She sort of looked...excited, bitting on her bottom lip. The age showing, the larger nipples perfect for nursing. She flicked her finger's across your nipples, flicked it again, again.
You felt her body quiver, the lust start growing. Now that it was time to start petting intimate parts, your mind stopped worrying that Beth would find you 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. you knew your husband, knew what he liked, didn't like, the way he did things. You knew how he touched you, how he wanted to be touched. All expected, nothing shocking. Now, here, with Beth, it was different. When you expected one thing, Beth did something different. It left her gasping at the unexpected touches, the unexpected flicks and squeezes and caresses. You loved it.
You 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 your breast in a way that reminded you of a child nursing. Beth stayed at your breast as the minutes ticked away. Her other hand lazily stroked your right breast, keeping it stimulated, but her focus was all on sucking.
