Girl love with girl (crazy seduction)

She was almost perfect, that woman; a constant sign of sympathy on her lips; a sweetness in her eyes, which at times, in our most serious conversations, betrayed a dreamy and also a little sad spirit; a continuous calm, not premeditated; a sanity in her judgments and actions that provoked in me a mixture of admiration and slight envy. She was in her early 20s, a sculpted body, decorated in simple but well-balanced clothing. For a long time his black eyes penetrated mine causing me an inner shiver and slightly moistening my sex. I had never had any intimate relationship with a woman, but I knew it was possible and so I wasn't ashamed. I just didn't know how to demonstrate that desire to her and I was afraid of her reaction. One day, in my house, on the soft grass in the backyard, we were lying on the floor, relaxing in the shade. I, with my eyes closed, stretched out, suddenly felt a hand caressing my belly. From inside my clothes the hairs pulled up, a whirlwind of sensations descended from the heart towards all points and I was in suspense, crazy to know what would happen next. Two lips were glued to my face, which went on until they reached my mouth. I responded to the kiss and the sensations were indescribable. I trembled with desire and love for that woman. But my God, how different her mouth was from a man's mouth! I don't know how to define it well, but I think it's lighter, maybe sweeter, although mostly of a different sweetness. Without realizing it, I turned towards her and our bodies joined, as our hands caressed each other, first over the clothes, then slowly getting rid of them. Now she came down my neck, as she unbuttoned my blouse and walked towards my breasts, kissing them. I responded to these caresses with shivers and with both hands tirelessly around her neck, back and finally breasts. It was the first time I had in my hands the voluminous and rigid breasts of a woman. It was different! It was good! I immediately decided to kiss them, but she did not stop, because she continued to walk around my belly. In my belly, the shivers increased. Funny. I could still feel the difference in the touch of my lips, of my tongue, but the pleasure it gave me was so extraordinary, as if she already knew all my corners and knew exactly what she had to do next to increase my pleasure. She put her head against my pelvis as she took off my skirt and stroked my legs vigorously. Then her gait suddenly changed direction. It was like a reboot. As she stroked my legs with her hands, kissed my feet, played with my fingers, as I twisted and the sounds of my pleasure increased in volume. A few minutes later he came up, teasing my most sensitive parts and stopping at the entrance of my penis, opened my legs slightly and kissed me tenderly and vigorously between them. At this point I was stronger, I pulled her to me, covered her with devouring kisses and I myself set off resolutely into the darkest and most desirous corner of her untouchable beauty. We kissed for a long time, with an indescribable pleasure. Funny. I had never really imagined what it would be like to kiss a woman's sex. It was wet and full of innumerable ups and downs, which it was pleasant to explore with the tongue and the mouth, and even more so when he followed her sighs, or when small waves of desire came out of her. I definitely loved that woman, I was already afraid of her, and we didn't have to explode into a long orgasm, made of a whirlwind of sensations and trembling and moaning. Today she is mine. She lives with me in my house, sleeps in my bed, and we have a lot of fun when, together, we are courted by boys, to whom sometimes, with eyes, we nurture hopes (small evils) and who have no idea, that when we leave there we will both indeed enjoy the pleasures of the body, but mixed with a great love, and that no one else enters this pleasure but the two of us.