Nursing A Grievance

Chapter 3

“It’s not that – although that does sound incredibly rewarding to me too.” Suddenly shy, Shanna kept her eyes on the table. “It’s just that I’ve been thinking quite a lot about experimenting myself lately. I guess I’m what they call these days very ‘bi-curious’.

“Every guy I’ve ever gone to bed with has disappointed, offended or even repelled me. You know I’ve never had an orgasm from s*x? Not once in dozens of times. I’ve come to think that maybe only other women really know how to satisfy a girl. And I know for a fact that I had a far more enjoyable time playing kissing games at Girl Scout camp than I ever did making out with sweaty, smelly boys behind the middle school bandstand.”

Her heart singing with jubilation, Sara reached out and took sweet young Shanna’s hand, drawing those big, shy, hopeful eyes up to meet her own.

“Honey, you’ve met the perfect lover at last. I’ve wanted to eat you like candy since I first laid eyes on you. Let’s go back to my place, shall we? I’m going to make you forget all about men – except maybe as objects of punishment, derision and s****l subjugation. Finish that drink and let’s go. My strap-on can’t wait to meet you!”

Less than fifteen minutes later they were stepping through the doorway into Sara’s bedroom. Holding a large bottle of wine in one hand and a pair of balloon glasses in the other, Sara turned on the lights and used the rheostat to dim them romantically. Setting the glasses on the dresser, she smiled in the mirror at Shanna waiting excitedly (and perhaps a bit nervously) behind her. She filled the glasses, lifted them and handed one over.

“Here’s to the most beautiful girl to ever set foot in my bedroom. And here’s to the start of a long, happy, and incredibly exciting and rewarding relationship.”

They clinked rims and drank deeply. Sara picked up the bottle then, and moved over to the big double bed. She set it down on the bedside table, followed by her glass. She took Shanna’s glass from her and did likewise with it. Then she stepped up close to the younger girl, who was trembling with eager nervousness.

“Relax,” she breathed. “This is going to be heaven for both of us.” With that she cupped that pixyish, upturned face in both hands, inclined her head and began kissing it.

Shy and tentative at first, Shanna was soon kissing her back with surprising aggressiveness. Their soft lips pressed and caressed, their tongues slipped and slithered, probed and roamed, and within minutes Shanna’s hands had come up between them to cup and heft Sara’s braless, truly heroic breasts through the sweater. Then she broke their kiss to reach for the buttons of her uniform. Sara stopped her with a gentle touch.

“May I?”

Shanna nodded, her eyes sparkling, her color high and her bosom heaving with desire. The tip of her tongue slipped out and over her no doubt still tingling lips.

“Yes, undress me. Undress me and make love to me as only a woman can.”

“My pleasure, darling.”

Leaving the cute little cap pinned to her hair, Sara slowly slipped the buttons on her new lover’s dress one by one. When it fell open all the way she pushed it back off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then she caught her breath in adoring admiration.

“Oh my heavens: look at you! Why aren’t you a model, or playmate of the year?”

The limitlessly desirable body beneath the starched stiffness was clad all in virginal white lace. There were garters and a belt holding up the stockings, skimpy panties and a matching bra delicate and yet formidable enough to contain and harness up those high, pointy, yet still amazingly heavy breasts. Sara bent and kissed their upper slopes, the flesh so firm and warm it sent an unbelievable thrill through her. Fingers trembling herself, she reached around Shanna as she obligingly raised her arms above her head and unhooked the clasp in back. Shanna lowered her arms then and shrugged that bra to the floor at their feet. Finally those incredible breasts were revealed in all their almost arrogant uplift and symmetrical perfection.

Without moving they seemed to strain forward, defying gravity in their jaunty up-thrusting wondrousness. Sara filled her hands to overflowing with them, her thumbs eagerly worrying the amazingly large and naturally protuberant n*****s she’d seen defeating all that heavy fabric earlier. Shanna gasped as she squeezed and hefted that heavy weight and sensuously rubbed their stiffy erect centers.

This wasn’t the greedy grasping and clumsy plundering of some clueless brutish male. And when Sara crouched to bring her lips to them the suckling was long and hard, slow and sustained just the way a woman loved it. Shanna’s hands slipped through her short hair, stroking lovingly before cupping the back of her head and pressing her close. This and the low moans of lust she emitted encouraged Sara to enjoy that matchless treasure to the fullest, and she did, spending an unmeasured eternity there licking, flicking, and suckling those big pointy tips before at last burying her face between those heavenly globes and glorying in the firm press of all that wonderfully springy flesh. But of course there were further wonders to explore, and at last she took to her knees before this fresh young goddess.

Torturing herself with suspense, Sara paused a moment to kiss and tongue the cute little navel, flipping the imbedded gold ring delightfully back and forth. But at last she could restrain herself no longer. Hooking her thumbs through the skimpy panties at either perfectly curved hip, she slid these down until they met the obstruction of the garters clipped to those tight white stockings. Unwilling to disturb these and suddenly ravenous in her lust, Sara snapped the panties apart where they were thinnest and cast the pieces aside.

She would buy this delectable beauty a dozen new pair. In any case Shanna made no objection, indeed she cried out with a sudden urgency of her own. And when Sara gave her a gentle push she collapsed eagerly backward onto the bed, spreading her legs wide and even drawing them up off the floor, splaying her body out to present that lovely pink clam with the perfect little pearl inside just waiting to be found and plundered.

Now Sara chose to torture them both further with suspense.

One by one she slipped Shanna’s shoes off her, revealing her dainty feet and helplessly curling toes. Dropping the shoes to the floor she paused to take a long drink of wine, wetting her lips and tongue and whetting her palate for the gorging about to begin. Then obeying both her own imperative hungers and Shanna’s writhing desperation she gently stroked and spread and teased open those glistening pink labia before devouring that ambrosial treat like only a dedicated lesbian could.

She licked and flicked again, lapped like a puppy at a puddle and drove her way inside, tongue-f*****g her delicious young lover who clutched handfuls of covers, tossed her head deliriously and cried out with unbelieving ecstasy. Elegantly muscled legs lifted and spread even further, quivering in every line. That proffered crotch, decorated with only a narrow little arrow of closely trimmed hair, rose to her of its own volition, begging to be penetrated more fully. Sara eagerly obliged, her hands sliding under to cup those firm buttocks and lift that luscious feast even more fully to her. As her now and forevermore exclusively lesbian lover writhed and cried and thrashed with ecstasy Sara pleasured her as only a woman possibly could. And before this orgy of sensations could stale she at last forsook rhythmic penetration in favor of expertly exposing and attacking that silken little nubbin, the ultimate pleasure center that contains the most numerous and sensitive nerve endings in the entire female body.

Yet again Sara licked and flicked, stroked and sucked and made virtuoso love to that insatiably greedy little organ. At the same time she slipped two fingers inside, effortlessly locating and adeptly pressing on the fabled g-spot. At this the lovely young initiate went completely wild. Arching her back as she pinched and pulled at her magnificently erect n*****s, Shanna thrashed violently under that loving lash and screamed with release as her first climax ever outside of lonely m**********n exploded through her. Then she collapsed shuddering back, beaded with sweat and instantly enervated.

Sara of course could have driven her on to any number of additional orgasms this way if she chose, but they had forever in which to indulge in such delights. And she was of course eager to enjoy numberless orgasms of her own. And truly her nascent young lesbian hadn’t experienced anything yet. As she’d promised, Sara’s big hard, equally expert c**k was still ravenously urgent to meet this infinitely willing conquest. Leaving momentarily overwhelmed, breathlessly gasping and weakly moaning Shanna lying sideways on the bed with her legs so widely and symmetrically spread, Sara stood and stripped off her tight sweater at last.

As her own splendidly generous if not so spectacularly pointy t**s fell free, Shanna found the incentive to rise tremulously up onto her elbows to avidly devour the view. Smiling indulgently, Sara obliged her by kicking off her boots, opening her jeans and leaning forward to slide both these and her panties off her hips and down her legs. Gravity drew her endowment pendulously down into swaying bullet-shapes, their points sharpened by erection. These jiggled enticingly as she lifted first one leg and the other free of her clothes, and Shanna murmured dreamily in loving appreciation. Sara rose back up then, opened a cabinet door in the bedside table and withdrew the dildo she reserved for first-timers: long and thick and resilient enough to put any man they’d had to shame, yet not so large as to be too painful to anyone but a true virgin.

Shanna’s lovely eyes widened at this. As Sara strapped her c**k snugly about her waist and crotch the younger girl pulled her legs up even higher than they already were and nervously tried to wet her lips. Seeing that her lover was desiccated with fearful anticipation, Sara picked up her glass for her and leaned in with it, once again dangling those enormous udders in mouthwatering display. Not trusting just to this and seeking to sooth any recurring inhibitions, she held the glass to her lover’s lips so that she wouldn’t have to rise from her splayed-out, elbow-supported posture.

“Drink deeply, my dear. You’re going to need it for this.”

Shanna obeyed her, her love-filled eyes never leaving Sara’s as she swallowed and swallowed. Carefully tipping the glass for her by measured degrees, Sara saw her down the entire draught without spilling a drop. Then as she returned the glass to the table Shanna collapsed back flat with a delicious sigh, casting her arms up high and wide above her head. With limbs all spread out vulnerably open, her belly a taut hollow and those aggressively spherical breasts settling oblate into her chest, she waited trustingly for whatever came next – surely the most heavenly, thrilling, and fulfilling experience of her young womanhood.

Sara knelt by the side of the bed, where that lovely p***y lay open at the edge like a hothouse flower just dripping with nectar. Gently, soothingly she stroked high up on the insides of those quivering thighs. Shanna moaned with anticipation. Not willing to keep either of them waiting, Sara pushed the flesh colored, lifelike head of her prick against that opening until it just slipped inside. Again Shanna moaned, this time with unbridled delight however, so she pushed in further, burying more and more of that lengthy shaft in this epitome of perfect womanhood until she suddenly squirmed and hissed with pain. Then she halted, only to be begged to go on.

“Oh no, honey, don’t stop, please don’t stop! It hurts, but it hurts so wonderfully! Oh god, you’re so big! Fill me up with it, Sara! Give me your whole huge prick!”

With pleasure! Sara thrust smoothly forward, pushing in until their crotches met and she was fully embedded. Shanna cried out with exquisitely pained pleasure as she did so, tossing her head (still with that cute little cap pinned in place), writhing deliciously and raising her hips to meet that blessed entry. Gooseflesh rashed out all over her, her toes and even the arches of her feet curled and the big stiff cones of her n*****s darkened and distended even more as she arched her back and stretched her arms out even further above her.