I never really considered myself a lesbian, or even bi-sexual for that matter. I like men – I like their strength when their arms are around me and most of all I like that certain “appendage” they carry between their legs! I do love cock and I thought there was nothing better in the whole world than being skewered on some hunky guy as he drills me with his hard, stiff cock.

That is until I met Lucy. She was going to change my views and open up a whole new world to me.

Perhaps I should start this story by telling you a little about me. My name is Julie Bond and I am a secretary for a major investment corporation. I am 24 years old, 5’4” tall with brown hair down to the middle of my back, and hazel eyes. Oh, and I measure 34D-24-35 for those of you who are interested in that sort of thing!

I was working the day I met Lucy. She was a new employee to the company and the head of our department looked to me to show her around and get her started. it was a pleasant break from sitting at the desk so I happily agreed.

I started out by showing her around the office. We went to the break room, I showed her where the restrooms were, and introduced her to a few of the people we would be working with. Next I began showing her what she would have to know to do her job. How our filing system worked, the proper way to answer the phones, and how to forward incoming calls to their proper person.

After a little familiarization, it was coffee break time.

“Why don’t we get out of the office for a bit and get away from the corporate atmosphere. Let’s go downstairs to the lobby and have our coffee there,” I suggested.

“Sure!” Lucy agreed.

As we sat there at the bistro enjoying our coffee, we talked and got to know each other a bit. I found out that Lucy had recently gotten divorced and had moved to Houston to make a new start. Lucy Hawthorne, as I found out, was a couple years younger than me, 5’6” tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. She didn’t want to talk too much about her failed marriage or the divorce, so I didn’t push.

We talked more about the general area and what Houston had to offer and I told her that we’d have to get together and have a “girl day” so I could show her around some. She thought that was an excellent idea so we decided not to wait on it. I would come by that weekend and we’d see what we could find to do.

I showed up Saturday afternoon as we had arranged and I puled up to her apartment building. It wasn’t a bad looking place, although it was kind of plain and utilitarian looking – it certainly didn’t have much decor or “curb appeal” to it. You would almost think it was an office building or warehouse from the looks of the place! I walked up to the door and realized it was a secure building, so I found her apartment number and pushed the corresponding buzzer.

“Yes?” her voice came from the speaker.

“It’s Julie,” I said.

“C’mon up,” she said and I heard the door click. I went inside and took the elevator to the third floor. I found her apartment and knocked on the door. The door opened and I saw Lucy standing there, half-dressed in only her skirt and bra.

“Come on in, I’ll just be a minute. I’m just getting dressed now,” she said. I stepped inside and she shut the door, latching it as a matter of habit. “Make yourself at home, I’ll be right out!”

I watched her as she walked back into the bedroom then sat on the couch to wait for her. The apartment was tastefully decorated – not cluttered but not minimialistic either. It had a few nice pieces and I could tell that Lucy had good taste in art and decor.

A few minutes later she came out from the bedroom. She was incredible and as I watched her approach I got the strangest feeling in the pit of my stomach. My heart skipped a beat and I could swear my panties started getting wet!

“Wow!” I said as she came into the room, “You look amazing!”

“Thanks,” she said smiling. “So where are we going?”

“Well I thought we could start with a little driving around and showing you some of the high points and how to get around this town a little. Maybe we can get a drink afterwards so you can show all that of to some of the local talent around here and with a bit of luck you’ll have something warm to keep you company soon!” I said, winking at her.

“That would be nice. I haven’t had anyone to weight the other side of the bed down in far too long!” she admitted.

“Oh?” I said, just in case she felt like talking.

“Yeah. You see, my ex-husband, Tommy, was more interested in hanging out with his friends than he was in spending time with me. At first I didn’t mind ... I liked that he had his buddies to spend time with, and I didn’t want to be one of those ‘clingy’ types that guys eventually hate. So I let him have his nights out with the boys and I would stay home and wait for him to come home so I could ask him if he had a good time.

But his nights out got to be more and more frequent and last longer and longer. Pretty soon it was as if we weren’t married at all, we just happened to take up space in the same apartment. I started getting on him about it, telling him that I needed a little attention too. Well, he took it as nagging and the fighting began. He wouldn’t hit me or anything – he never did that. But we broke more than one dish and the apartment needed some drywall work before we left it. And we had to replace the bedroom door after he punched a hole in it during one of our fights.

Anyway, we finally realized neither of us were happy and we decided to part ways after only 5 years of marriage. That was about seven months ago. I stayed in Boise for about a month after the divorce – I’m from there originally and lived there all my life until I moved here. But after running into all the places we used to go together, it got too hard to stay there. I needed a change. So I came here to Houston to make a new start,” she explained.

I listened to Lucy as she talked and I began to see another side of her. Not just the office co-worker who was trying to make a place for herself in the big, cold, corporate world. But rather a woman who just wanted to feel loved and appreciated and needed. A woman who wanted to be important in someone else’s life and not just a handy piece when he had the spare time and a hard on.

I had been there myself a few times. You see, my love life wasn’t like the romance novels either. I’d had my share of failed relationships too – some lasting for several months before ending, and some a lot less than that. So I could relate to what Lucy was going through.

“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry. But you are here now and we are going to get you that fresh start! You just stick with me and we’ll have you up and running in no time!” I said smiling. Lucy returned my smile and we left her apartment in search of her new life.

We drove around Houston for a couple hours, with me pointing out sights and offering ideas for things to do and places to see – you know the regular tourist stuff. And there was a lot of it in Houston. I also showed her where the best restaurants were and where to go shopping. Of course like any big city, there were a couple neighborhoods that a single woman should be in alone, and I was quick to point them out as well.

It must have been close to 5:00 when we decided to stop into a well-known Houston bar for a drink. It had been a hot day and even with my car’s air conditioning on high, it was still a welcome break to walk into that cool bar interior and soothe our parched throats with a drink.

“Would you two ladies like a drink?” the waiter said as he came to their table.

“Oh Lucy, you have to try the margaritas here!” I said, “they are wonderful!”

“Sure ... when in Houston, right!” she said. So the waiter left with our drink order and shortly returned with two massive margaritas.

As they chit chatted we could feel the barriers slowly coming down between them, and there was a definite attraction growing between them. At least that’s what I was feeling, and with any luck, Lucy was feeling the same toward her. The more we talked, the more I could feel I was becoming enamored with her.

I was now starting to look at Lucy in a different light, not just as a co-worker, but as a possible lover as well. Lucy did have a spectacular body, at least what I had seen so far at her apartment and here in front of me. She had large, firm breasts, and nice shapely legs, and a very beautiful face.

Taking a deep breath I decided to go for broke. I had never ventured down this particular road, but I felt a special attraction to the woman across the table from me. An attraction I hoped she also shared, and one I had to find out. I set down my drink and moved in closer to Lucy almost touching her. I looked deep into Lucy’s beautiful blue eyes.

“Lucy I have a confession to make. I have never done this before but there is another reason why I wanted to take you out today. While I enjoy the company, idle chit chat, and the drinks, the real reason I wanted you here is because I want you.

Lucy stared at me, studying me for a long moment. The longer she stared, the more scared I became. Had I been wrong, did I just blow everything? Then Lucy smiled

“You want me to what ... suck you nipples, caress your beautiful breasts, eat what I am sure is your sweet, delicious pussy, or all of the above?” she asked with a knowing grin.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Lucy. But how ... how did you know?” I asked her. Lucy smiled, I had been right. But the answer to my question would have to wait.

Lucy got up from her chair and came around to stand behind me. “Let’s go back to my place,” she breathed huskily into my ear as she leaned over my shoulder. Then she kissed me softly on the neck. I instantly got wet.

I don’t remember too much of the drive back to Lucy’s place. My head was swimming in the idea of what was about to happen. Plus Lucy kept me perilously distracted by caressing my thigh and teasing me with her fingertips as I drove us back to her place as quickly as I dared.

Somehow we made it back to her place and went inside. We got into the elevator and as after she pushed the button to her floor she moved behind me. Reaching around me, she grabbed my breasts firmly, hefting them and nibbling on my earlobe.

“I’m really looking forward to this. I am so fucking wet right now. Are you wet too, baby? Is that sweet pussy wet for me?” she asked in a low, lustful tone. If she only knew! I had soaked through my panties before we ever left the coffee shop. Now I could practically feel my pussy juices running down my legs, and I was certain my dress was soaked as well as my panties.

As soon as we got in the apartment and she had shut the door, she whirled around and pinned me against the wall. She held me there against the wall of her apartment entry and kissed me with a crushing, take control kind of kiss that took my breath away and made my knees wobbly.

With a free hand, she reached between my legs and cupped my dripping wet sex.

“Oooh, you are wet! Good girl!” she said, smirking.

I gasped at her words and as I did, Lucy shoved her pink tongue into my partially open mouth. I began sucking on it as if it was a tiny cock.

As I sucked on the tongue exploring my mouth, Lucy took the opportunity to slowly unbutton my blouse, pulling it from my skirt. She unbuttoned the small white buttons one at a time, each one eliciting a moan from me as my lust fires grew.

With my blouse fully unbuttoned now, Lucy reached under the edges and peeled it open, reaching up and pushing my blouse off my shoulders allowing it to fall to the ground. She paused, looking at my breasts encased in a lacy white half-cup bra. Lucy stepped in again, this time putting her arms around my waist as she unzipped my skirt, and pushing it down over my hips. She watched as my skirt fell into a pile around my feet.

I stood there dressed only in my lace bra, expensive nylons, and garter belt. “You look so beautiful,” Lucy said.

I blushed a bit – this was all so new to me and I was having some difficulty feeling comfortable being half-naked in front of Lucy. But she smiled and slowly started running her finger tips over my panting breasts. I responded by closing my eyes and moaning softly as I felt my nipples hardened into stiff, pencil eraser tips.

I could feel my nipples straining against the bra I still wore, aching to be free and trying to poke their way out of the restrictive contraption. I don’t know whether she sensed their need, or she was succumbing to her own desire to taste them, but Lucy unhooked the front clasp of my lacy half-cup bra and freed my breasts.

My nipples hardened even more as the cool room air hit them. Lucy took advantage of the aching buds and began toying with them, flicking them with her fingers and pinching and pulling gently on them as I mewed my approval softly.

I reveled in the feeling of Lucy’s hot mouth covering my nipples and her tongue bathing the sensitive bud. I was slowly swaying as the sensations began clouding my mind. I would have to sit down soon...

Lucy, paused for a moment looking deep into my eyes. She smiled, seeing that I was hers for the taking. She was about to continue when I took hold of her hands, stopping her.

“It’s my turn to undress you now,” I said.

Lucy smiled and I started unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it from her skirt as my heart raced in my chest. Soon Lucy’s blouse joined mine on the floor, and I turned to working on her skirt. I unzipped the skirt, letting it fall down around her feet. Now both of us were standing there in our lingerie, looking at one another and smiling.

After a moment or two of mutual admiration between us had passed, I took the initiative, reaching up and unhooking Lucy’s bra. I looked up into her beautiful blue eyes where I saw the same lust building in her that I was experiencing.

Ever so slowly I revealed Lucy’s superb breasts, focusing on her silver dollar size aureole’s and her erect nipples. I stared at them, transfixed by them as Lucy, cupped her breasts in her hands offering them to me. Lucy stood there in front of me rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefingers as I watched, my pussy beginning to tingle with desire, and my own nipples aching with need.

Lucy was so beautiful as she stood there pleasuring herself as I watched. I was getting more and more turned on as I saw her enjoying her body. After a few more moments, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have her. I stepped forward placing my lips to Lucy’s thick nipples, softly kissing them, and then taking them between my lips where she started flicking them with my tongue.

Lucy closed her eyes tilting her head back and gasped. She lowered her hands, running her fingers through my hair and twisting them in it to pull my head closer to her, placing her hand on the back of my head.

“Yes ... oh yes, baby ... suck them ... suck my hard nipples like a good girl. Oh yes, that feels so good. My nipples are SO sensitive ... suck my nipples harder!” she moaned loudly.

Hearing her words of encouragement made me all the more aroused, as well as making my want to pleasure Lucy more than anything. Lucy wanted to be loved, and have someone love her, something she had been seeking for so long. It seemed such a simple thing, and yet it was so hard to find someone to share that with. Now just maybe she has found exactly what she has been seeking all this time. And I had been introduced to a wonderful new way of looking at things as well!

Right now all that didn’t matter, what did matter was that I loved hearing and feeling the reaction of someone enjoying my attentions. And Lucy was enjoying being paid attention to. As I continued pleasuring her breasts, I began sucking her nipples, and caressing her breasts.

I alternated between gently pinching and pulling at her ripe nipples, and more aggressive slapping her meaty breasts and gripping them, sinking my fingers deep in the creamy flesh until she whimpered. I buried my face in Lucy’s chest, moving my hands down her back to her ass where I cupped her tight, firm ass in my hands.

Lucy moaned as my hands moved over her ass and I slipped them under the waistband of her skimpy panties to caress her smooth white flesh.

Lucy could tell I was becoming more and more aroused by moment as my breathing deepened, and so she began grinding and rubbing her body against mine. Lucy brought her other hand around, and slid it down the front of my panties finding my pussy awash in my juices.

I let out a low, guttural moan as Lucy’s hand moved over my mound. She began squeezing and caressing my dripping pussy, allowing her middle finger to slide between my swollen pussy lips.

Lucy was completely absorbed in the passion and lust of the moment, easing her middle finger into my pussy, followed by a second finger. Soon she had four fingers in my pussy, with her thumb rubbing my swollen clit as I stood there gyrating her hips and gasping.

As I got closer and closer to what I was sure was going to be an incredible orgasm, I suddenly felt my body start to quake uncontrollably as the orgasms started to course through my body. Once I had finished my orgasm, Lucy fell onto the couch with her legs splayed widely, laying her head on the back of the couch.

“Eat my pussy ... please ... eat my pussy ... I need it so bad!” she pleaded.

Overcome with lust and passion, I pulled off Lucy’s panties, giving them a toss, but not before holding them to my nose so I could take in her sweet aroma. Having tossed the panties aside, I moved between Lucy’s wide open legs. Her pussy was so wet, her pussy lips enormous and drenched in her own juices.