Chapter 3

We lay on the bed fondling each other, shivering occasionally, not from the cold, because it was very sultry in that room, but because, I think our minds and bodies were in some kind of shock. I was just wondering what would happen next, if I should follow my instinct and start kissing Sarah all over, when she spoke.

"There's something that Margaret taught me ... I almost didn't believe it was possible at first, but it turns me on more than anything else, Jill ... and I bet you'll love it too ... Edie can't, prob'ly because she's such a small build, but she does it to me beautifully...

"Dearest Sarah, what on earth are you talking about?" I asked, laughing.

"I think pr'aps it's best if I show you, if I tell you, you'll prob'ly say no..."

"Look, if it's kinky or dangerous, I think I should know!"

"Well ... I don't think it's particularly dangerous ... especially when you get used to it ... but it is rather kinky!" She giggled.

"I'm not sure about this Sarah ... I don't know if I want to partake in some bizarre lesbian ritual ... I've only just discovered that I like having sex with girls."

"Pr'aps ... perhaps if you did it to me ... In fact that would be better. I'm all jittery from making love to you and not having a come for myself..." She'd always been persistent when she wanted something.

Immediately I felt a surge of love for her. She had been leading me the whole time, since yesterday she had been opening my mind to what it really wanted. Maybe I could repay her by doing her bidding, indulge her with whatever this strange act was. If she'd done it before and enjoyed it so much, why, it was virtually my responsibility to learn it, so that I could repay her for enlightening me, and for being there, loving me when I found out!

"Yes, I'll do whatever this mysterious 'it' is for you. To you. Now will you tell me what 'it' is?"

"Wait ... don't move ... I'll be right back!" Sarah exclaimed, clapping her hands together happily, before leaping off the bed, and thundering out of the room.

She was so lovely, so sexy, but not exactly graceful. Maybe that would come as she got used to the size of her body, I thought. I heard her rummaging about in the bathroom, and a few moments later she returned, clutching a familiar blue-labelled jar of Vaseline.

"Right ... just trust me ... don't say anything ... just do as I tell you," said Sarah firmly.

I gave in immediately, because that's the effect she had on me. Submitting to the desires of another woman already had a special thrill for. To give up one's free will, and become a vassal for pleasure, whether it is done to you, or by you, to your 'top' (thanks to my studies I already knew the right expression for this), somehow enhances the entire experience enormously - if you are a natural 'bottom', like me.

Sarah sat cross-legged on the bed, opened the Vaseline, and took my hands. She examined them carefully, turning them over, as if looking for blemishes. She checked my nails - which were a bit uneven, I'd broken a couple of them, and hadn't trimmed the rest down to even them up yet. She concentrated mostly on my left hand. She knew I'm left-handed. I was puzzled, but quite happy to let her proceed. She galloped back to the bathroom and returned with nail scissors and an emery board. I accepted her slightly clumsy manicure with good grace. Along the way I noticed that her nails were very short and neat. I hadn't certainly hadn't felt anything sharp or uncomfortable when she made love to me.

At last she seemed satisfied. The whole time, neither of us had said anything, and it was somehow more exciting. I was utterly intrigued, and she kept on grinning and squirming with her secret knowledge. The finishing touch was when she delved into the Vaseline pot, and spread the thick pearly-white lube onto my fingers. Part of the treatment, I thought, good for the skin and the nails ... but wasn't she using rather more than was necessary? Smoothing it right down to my wrist...

She made me hold my hand up in the air, and shunted over the bed until she was propped up on pillows. She parted her big thighs wide, ran a finger down her vulva, so it also parted the wispy dark hairs of her bush, and it was only as she dipped a finger into the Vaseline, and from there slid it into herself that I began to see the light, or thought I did. Why did it take so long for the penny to drop? Because I was an innocent in comparatively innocent times. Even now it would take a perverse leap of the imagination to reach the right conclusion.

I was entranced by the sight of her sex ... her cunt. I had looked at my own as one does, annoyed, baffled or delighted, depending on the mood or the time of the month. I had seen other girls aplenty in the showers and changing rooms at school, though less so at university. Until yesterday I'd had little curiosity about other women's genitalia, but now in place of indifference was a burning desire, a fascination with the place that could be the source of a pleasure my old, normal sex life had only hinted at. I understood that Sarah's cunt was a beautiful and perfect thing, and I found I wanted to make love to it, to her, however she wanted me to.

She beckoned me. Keeping my slick hand aloft, I crawled over the bed, and knelt between her thighs. At last she spoke.

"Jill ... that..." she pointed to my hand, "is, believe it or not ... going to go in here," she pointed at her pussy.

I gasped and shook my head.

"It can't possibly! No I won't do it ... it'll hurt! I can't hurt you!"

"I want it Jill, I want you to do it to me!" A wicked grin suddenly played across her sweet young face. "If you don't do it, I shall tickle you ... and not the way you like it!"