Bi-Bi Baby

Bi-Bi Baby

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I’d been lusting after a woman at my job, even though I hadn’t known if she was into chicks.

Nina and I work in different departments, but the office is small enough that everybody knows one another.

It was lust at first sight for me. Her manager took her around to meet everybody on her first day of work, and I was instantly awestruck by her beauty. She had a mop of inky-black hair, sun-burnished skin and smoldering dark eyes. She seemed to be filled with a barely contained passion. I hoped I might witness it unleashed one day.

Although I’m by no means in the closet, I don’t go around broadcasting my sexuality, especially on the job. Close friends and family know, but few people at work do. I made a point of befriending Nina, hoping against hope that she might be gay, too. But in one of our first conversations in the brightly lit lunchroom, she told me she was in a relationship with a man. However, she indicated it was not going well, which gave me hope.

We got along great and had lunch together nearly every day, and then we started meeting on the weekends for brunch and shopping trips. I have no idea if she knew I was a lesbian — she never really asked about that part of my life, and I didn’t offer any hints. Nonetheless, our friendship had seemed to grow more playful and flirtatious.

Then one morning she came to work looking pretty glum. I asked what was wrong, and she told me she and her boyfriend had finally broken up. It was a mutual decision, but she was still upset about it. I gave her a hug, patting her back, and she pressed her body against mine. I felt a little guilty that her crisis was kinda turning me on. I told her I’d take her out for drinks after work if she was up to it.

I took her to a lesbian bar, but she didn’t mind one bit. We sat at a cozy table, sipping martinis and talking. Out of the blue, she asked me, “Do you have a guy? I’ve never heard you speak about anyone, and you don’t wear a wedding ring.”

I took a deep breath and answered, “I’m not in a relationship…but I’m actually a lesbian.”

“I had my suspicions, and the bar” — she gestured to our surroundings — “kinda iced it. Don’t worry, Jen, it doesn’t make any difference to me. You’re my best friend.”

She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek, which I felt all the way down to my cunt.

“I’m very glad to hear you say that,” I said, and then took a deep breath, deciding to put in all my chips. “I’m actually very attracted to you.”

She didn’t say anything for a long moment, but she made no motion to storm out of the place either.

“That’s very flattering,” she finally said, “but I’ve never swung that way.”

“Have you ever been curious?”

“I don’t know…” Her words trailed off, but I could hear a barely veiled interest coloring her voice. “Well, maybe a little. If I’m really honest about it.”

“Want to go to my place and see how things develop? We can go as slow as you need.”

She thought over my proposal for about a minute. It was a very long minute for me. Then she downed the rest of her drink and announced: “Why not?”

We didn’t speak much on the drive home. Once I got her into my place, I leaned forward and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. Then I took her by the hand and led her into my bedroom.

Nina and I lay on the bed next to one another, gazing into each other’s eyes. I stroked her hair a bit, which seemed to relax her. My toys would remain in the closet for this initial encounter. I just wanted to kiss her, suck her boobs and eat her pussy if she’d let me, and I was getting the impression that was where we were headed.

I leaned in for another kiss, letting my tongue tickle her lips. She opened her mouth, and our lip-lock grew more heated. For someone who wasn’t sure about her attraction to women, she seemed to be responding pretty strongly to me. I was thrilled. It was like my most incredible dream was coming true.

I pulled off Nina’s top and laid her back. I was wearing a dress and slipped out of it easily. Her skin was so fucking soft I could have died right in her arms. I unhooked her bra and slid it off her shoulders, revealing her full breasts with dark nipples that made my mouth water.

She had gorgeous tits, and I lost track of time as I sucked and nibbled on them. Nina was enjoying the moment, running her fingers through my hair. My pussy was thoroughly wet by then, and I wondered if hers was, too. I kissed my way down her body until I could see and smell her damp panties. I skinned her out of them.

At first I just played with her, thrumming my fingers against her wet cunt. She arched her back and moaned. I continued to tease her, stroking her softly until she was squirming and going out of her mind. Then I lowered my mouth to her hot box and began licking her.

“Oh my God!” Nina yelled, mashing her cunt against my face.

I continued to slurp on her sex, my tongue continually caressing her clit, which had swollen to twice its original size. I lapped at that precious jewel, making Nina go crazy.  She could only take so much before she came, her juices gushing into my mouth.

I had no expectation that she would return the favor. I just really wanted to taste her. But she surprised me. We lay together as she recovered from her post-orgasmic pleasure, and then she began sucking on my tits. She used her tongue to make little circles around my nipples until they got as hard as pebbles. She cupped my breasts and squeezed them gently. I started moaning. She was a naturally gifted lover.

Then Nina copied what I’d done to her. She moved down to my pussy and slipped off my panties. She stared at my cunt for a while — I supposed it was the first one she had seen up close and personal, other than her own. She ran her fingertips across my lips reverently. My pussy was slick, and she began licking me gently as I urged her on with words of encouragement.

“That’s it,” I moaned. “Lick my clit, but don’t suck on it — because that’ll make me come too soon.”

Nina once again proved to be a fast learner. She teased me, pulling away and kissing my mouth, letting me taste myself on her lips, before going back to my cunt. She got the hang of using her fingers along with her tongue, sending sparks of pleasure shooting throughout my overheated body.

“I continued to tease her, stroking her softly until she was squirming.”

“Do you want me to make you come?” she asked teasingly.

“Yes!” I shouted. “God, yes!”

She lowered her mouth to my sex, sucked on my clit and swirled her tongue. The dam broke, and I flooded her mouth with nectar. She laughed and lapped up my juices. I was on another planet at that point, and it took me a good long while to recover.

But after a break, I was back at it again. This time I used my hand, massaging her vulva in a circular motion. I did not stick my fingers inside her. I only rubbed, and she whimpered with delight. That was how I usually masturbated, and I thought it might trigger in her the same powerful feelings I regularly experienced.

I continued to rub her pussy faster. She was arching her back, lifting her butt off the bed and wriggling wildly. Despite being wild with arousal, she managed to reach over and started rubbing my pussy the same way. I spread my legs as much as I could, thrusting my pelvis toward her hand, while I kept working to give her pleasure. It was thrilling to know I was the first woman who had touched her so intimately and to see how eagerly she responded.

I waited for her to show signs of orgasm before I let myself go, and soon enough they came: the helpless whimpers, the tensed muscles and then that ecstatic wail as she shivered and shook. She trembled from head to toe as she was consumed by her bliss. As she was riding high on her pleasure peak, I allowed myself to climax. I relaxed and let Nina’s fingers take me higher and higher. My orgasm felt like a wave washing over me, and I let out a long moan as I crashed atop her. She grabbed hold of me as if she was saving me from drowning. It had been a lovely moment of communal bliss.

Nina and I spent the night together, cuddling and connecting. I didn’t magically turn her into a lesbian — she still sees mostly guys — but we get together every now and again for some fun. She hasn’t had any other women but me, but when a new lady was hired at the company, we both commented about her hotness — and Nina found out she’s into girls, too! I’ve never had a threesome — but maybe it’s time!