Copyright© 1991-2003

"Said a lesbian lady, 'Its's sad;
Of all the girls that I've had,
None gave me the thrill
Of real rapture until
I learned how to be a tribade.'"
-unknown author

Carla, a.k.a. Christi, looked around the expensively decorated master bedroom. There were abstract paintings on the wall, a sculpture of a naked woman without arms in the corner, and a bear rug near the fireplace at the end of the huge bed. She sat down comfortably on the king-sized bed, her feet not even reaching the floor, and she sunk down into the extremely soft quilt and mattress.

Carol Trudeau entered the room, a bottle of wine in one hand, two long-stemmed wine goblets in the other. She looked over the thin small woman, noticing her long legs and round face. A tremble of excited desire ran through her as she took her eyes off the temptress. She set her items down, then began to pour two full glasses of white wine. She could almost feel the girl's eyes on the back of her body, looking at her silk clad legs to her still-firm ass cheeks, and up to her long mane of hair.

When the glasses were full, she turned around and handed one to Christi while giving her a warm smile. For a long minute the two of them stared into one another's face, taking in each other's features. Christi, the younger of the two, was definitely the prettier, possessing sexy, youthful features with a suggestion of innocence. She was only fifteen, but told Carol she was twenty-three. Carol was thirty-nine, thin and tall, with almost an athletic body. Her face still looked like she was thirty, her body twenty, her attitude forty.

Carol held up her glass, "Toast," she waited until Christi held up hers, "to a wonderful friendship."

Christi smiled sweetly. "And to a long night!" For a second, Carol froze, then she smiled extravagantly and took a long drink. Carol was the first to set down her drink, then leaned forward to kiss the younger girl's lips. Christi set her goblet down then wrapped her arms around her friend's neck and returned the kiss, more passionately.

Soon Carol was laying over the other, kissing frantically, her hands feeling a firm round breast covered still in her sweater. Christi looked up over the woman's shoulder towards the dresser mirror. She smiled with her eyes, knowing that Mr. Trudeau was somewhere in the house, watching a hidden camera behind the mirror. The two ladies were moaning, and Christi was playing it up, her legs wrapping around the other's waist, her arms wrapped around the strong back, her hips pressing rhythmically upwards into the other's crotch.

When the older woman was sucking on a small attractive ear, the younger spoke passionately. "God, I never knew it could be like this! I love you so much!"

Between nibbles, Carol responded, "I love you, too, my little flower!"

Truthfully the two of them had only known each other for two days. Yesterday, Carol's buggy had bumped into Christi's at the supermarket, toppling her groceries. After that incident they met for a quick lunch and became quick friends... and more! Christi told her new friend of her loneliness while sharing a bottle of red wine that same night- her husband left her a few months ago. While Carol opened up and told of her loveless marriage, one thing led to another, and Carol had kissed the Christi's lips, softly and lingering. Christi began to cry, wrapped her arms around her new friend to thank her for being there, then she promptly left. The next day they met for supper at a fine restaurant, where Carol had suggested returning home for a nightcap. To her surprise her friend agreed. Carol tried and succeeded in seducing the younger woman until they were both here.

Almost without a word, both separated from their heated embrace and rolled off the mattress, standing at either side of the big bed. Carol smiled at her new lover and unbuttoned her blouse, slowly stripping herself for the pleasure of her friend.

Christi watched with wide, almost innocent eyes, then pulled her sweater over her head. A gasp escaped Carol's lips upon seeing the magnificent breasts, round, large, but very firm. A tiny nipple topped each, elegantly pointing towards the ceiling at a slight angle. Almost embarrassed of her own bosom, Carol let her bra fall off her shoulders.

Christi's eyes glued to the large tanned nipple, her hands unbuttoning the front of her tight jeans while Carol let her own skirt drop to the floor. Underneath she wore only a pair of stockings and lace panties in preparation for this evening.

The young girl stepped out of her jeans then spoke up. "Oh Carol," she murmured, starring at her friend's long legs and see-through panties. "Please let me... ?" She motioned with her head, then crawled across the wide bed to kneel directly in front of Carol's waist, while Carol waited with barely- contained excitement.

Christi bent forward and planted a kiss on the black skimpy lingerie panties. Carol moaned deeply and loudly, unashamed of the erotic energy she was feeling. The kisses became firmer, and lower, going up and down the covered cleft of the woman's already wet vagina. The forty-year-old woman was pressing her hips outwards, her legs spread and her left hand cupping the long hair of the young girl. Her enjoyment was loud and satisfying.

Carol had her eyes closed and her attention was so riveted to her sexual organ that she didn't notice her lesbian lover hook her thumbs into the tight panties and pull them down. They fell to her feet without her even knowing it. The first indication that she was bare was when a warm slimy tongue slid gently into the cleft of her outer lips, tickling and teasing the hard bud of her clitoris.

If the older woman knew anyone was in the house, she would not have yelled out as loudly as she did. The whole house seemed to shake with the love sounds of a woman rising towards orgasm. With one hand cupping her slightly sagging, but attractive, breasts, the other holding her new friend's head against her stomach, Carol had her first orgasm with another woman. A bolt of electricity shot out of her clitoris and spread to every inch of her body. Christi guided the woman as she collapsed onto the bed. The last sensation that Carol had was of warm hands holding her up, then she drifted off to a sexual bliss.

Christi worked quickly. She lay the unconscious older woman in the middle of the bed, then spread the woman's legs as wide as they would go, flowering out her very wet pussy. The girl pulled off her panties and arranged herself over the woman's face. Just before she fell forwards onto the woman's belly, the door to the bedroom opened.

Mr. Trudeau walked in, a devilish smile on his face. "You're doing excellent, Christi!" He looked very pleased.

For a second she was worried the older woman would wake from her slumber. "Perhaps good enough for that bonus you promised me?"

"You earned that already. I'm very pleased - I may even double it!" He closed the door behind him, letting the two girls get on with "business".

Carol woke up, her whole body aching with a joyous hum. She could feel her cunt being fucked, and something playing with the electric-sensitive clitoris. It took a full minute before she realized it wasn't a cock inside her vaginal hole, but a finger expertly sliding in and out in time to the licks of the tongue on her love bud. With a moan and wiggle of her hips she opened her eyes.

An inch in front of her face was the overwhelming sight of a naked ass and almost hairless vagina. Carol remembered who it was that was eating her. "Hmm... that's delightful, my love." She kissed the underside of the girl's left buttock.