Lesbian Janet

I had spent a few days visiting my parents when I got a call from Janet. It was with Janet that I had my first sexual experience with a woman back when we were in our early twenties. I hadn’t spoken to her in years, so it came as a surprise. She invited me to her house the next evening to talk and catch up.

We hadn’t been close friends; she was the older sister of a good friend, and aside from that amazing time in the limestone quarry, I hadn’t spent much time with her. But she seemed genuinely eager to talk, so I said I’d come.

The next afternoon, I walked back to the old limestone quarry and did a bit of nude sunbathing. As I lay in the sun, my thoughts drifted back to that day, and I noticed my hand slowly massaging my clitoris. My thoughts, combined with the warm sun and the movements of my finger, brought me to a quick but delicious orgasm. I swam in the cold, clear water and soaked up more sun.

I drove to Janet’s house without really knowing what to expect. Janet had gotten married a few years after we’d been together, and my mother had told me she had a couple of small children. When Janet opened the door, we gazed at each other for a few seconds before speaking and embracing. Janet had gained a few pounds but wasn’t too heavy. Her pregnancies had given her very large breasts, but she looked good—still very attractive. We complimented each other on how “great we looked” and went into the living room.

Janet brought out some wine and told me her husband, Joe, had gone to Indianapolis on business and would be away overnight. We chatted for a while before being joined by her two young daughters, who were full of questions and energy. But it was their bedtime, so we tucked them in and returned to our wine. As the wine took effect, we began talking about more serious things. She and Joe had been having some difficulties; she thought he’d been eyeing another woman. She told me she’d never had sex with anyone but him, paused, and then said: “and you, Renee.”

I told her how I’d gone to the quarry that day and thought about us. After another glass of wine, Janet said: “Renee, I want to wear something more comfortable. I’m going to put on a bathrobe; do you want to do the same?” I said yes, so we went to her bedroom.

When I saw the lit candles, I knew she’d planned how this evening would unfold. We started undressing; Janet came to help, and eventually I helped her. When I removed her bra, I saw how enormous her breasts had become. They sagged just a little, and her nipples stood erect, surrounded by large, dark areolas. When I took off my shorts, Janet was surprised to see my shaved cunt. Hers was covered with a thick patch of dark pubic hair.

When we were undressed, she led me to her bed, and we lay down. We kissed and caressed like lovers long separated. As she kissed me, she told me how lonely she’d become and that it had been a long time since she’d had sex. When I lay on my back, she climbed on top of me. While kissing my lips and neck, I let my hands glide over her breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingers. She moved her hips so our cunts ground against each other, then took one of my nipples into her mouth, sucking and circling it with her tongue until it hardened.

By the time her hand slid down to my cunt, I was soaked. She moved her finger up and down my slit, lingered on my clitoris, then slid down to enter my vagina. Simultaneously, she kept kissing my body. She stopped her finger as her lips reached my mons. She kissed along the sides of my cunt, her tongue swirling; I grew even wetter. Finally, she spread me open and lightly touched my clitoris with the tip of her tongue.

Oh! It was like electricity. I think I nearly had a small orgasm just from that touch. Janet was surprised by my little golden ring and tugged on it, sending a delicious sensation through my body. She then sucked my clitoris into her mouth and danced her tongue around it. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I’d expected her to be completely out of practice, but how mistaken I was.

As she sucked my clitoris, she moved her finger in and out of my vagina; then a second finger slipped in. It all felt so fantastic. Then I felt pressure on my anus and her finger working its way inside. I’d never want anything large in my anus, but a finger moving in rhythm with the one in my vagina while being licked sends me into ecstasy—and that’s exactly what Janet did. She alternated between circling my clit with her tongue, rubbing up and down, and sucking it into her mouth while swirling around it.

I squeezed my breasts and fondled my nipples. I was nearing an incredible orgasm. As I got closer, I grabbed her head and held it against my cunt, and she attacked my clit even harder. With her fingers moving in and out of me, I exploded; my abdominal muscles contracted, the walls of my vagina clenched her finger, and my anus tightened. It felt so good. I moaned and called her name. I struggled to breathe. Janet kept licking my clit, and I kept having small after-orgasms.

She kissed her way back up my body, and we kissed. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth and felt her respond. It took a while to recover, but when I did, I began kissing her large breasts. I kissed and sucked the nipple, then tried to take her breast into my mouth. I kissed and stroked her breasts for some time before descending to her stomach.

I kissed along the top of her pubic hair, and she took a deep breath. I worked my tongue down into the top of her slit and found her hard clit waiting for me. I held her outer lips between thumb and forefinger and spread her open. I licked along the sides of her slit and sucked her inner lips. She rocked back and forth; her orgasm built with lightning speed.

I licked and sucked her clit while sliding two fingers into her vagina. Janet lifted her hips, pushing her cunt against my face. I pushed my fingers deeper and licked her clit harder. When her orgasm began, she started screaming. I worried her daughters might wake, but she soon quieted. She kept coming; I felt jealous wishing my own orgasms lasted that long. I felt her vaginal contractions around my fingers and kept licking her until her breathing returned to normal.

We lay in each other’s arms for a long time before speaking. Janet wanted me to stay the night, but I would’ve found it strange waking up there. Besides, as wonderful as this had been, doing more might’ve been tempting fate. So we drank another glass of wine, and I left for my parents’ house. I don’t know if we’ll see each other again, but it was certainly a fantastic night.