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My name is Sofia, when I was little I had a friend Vania, we lost sight of each other in high school, I was a scientist, she studied classics, then I became an aerospace engineer and she became an archaeologist. We found ourselves at the threshold of 34 years in the country, I had been updated on her career by asking my mother who obtained information from hers, so I knew that Vania had never forgotten me too.
I had been living in America for a long time, I was trying to get into NASA, that year because of too much work I decided to return to the fold after almost 15 years of absence to spend a Christmas with my family.
Vania was forced to come back from Turkey because of her mother's death, that's how we found each other, not
just a happy encounter.
With my mother and Vania's consent, I went to stay with her for some comfort, her father never knew him.
She had changed, very cynical it seemed to me, but knowing of her mother's serious illness she soon gave in to the inevitability of events.
Already on the second evening she had shaken off the mourning and we went to clubs, late at night we returned slightly tipsy.
I was on the bed when Vania knocked.
"May I?"
"Of course it's your house, you know!" I waved to her to lie down next to me, tapping twice on the mattress,
"like old times!"
"Yeah, how long has it been... I've always kept abreast of your successes... by the way, how's the excavation management in Turkey?"
"AHH but then you weren't lying... almost NASA engineer,.. when was the verdict?"
We laughed happy to hear of the interest shown, we talked about everything about how the studies had gone, how life had put us through similarly complicated forks... and certainly also about the love life.
Vania, I discovered out of a brief relationship with a digging colleague, I didn't hit the nail on the head.
"but like Sofia, a great pussy like you, the one who attracted guys like honey has no one?!"
"Look at the last one I kissed. I don't even remember the last one I kissed. I haven't had sex in so long, I'm going to be a virgin again."
The conversation got hotter and hotter and hotter, and she was grazing my legs.
I was wearing a cotton panties and a lace top that went up to my belly button, Vania a black silk nightgown.
....
"then you don't even remember how to kiss! oh lord god protect us!!!"
"You fool!" I replied to Vania, "Anyway, who knows... I don't know... that too... how long my lips haven't tasted..." I closed my eyes and moistened my lips by biting them.
"You want to practice!"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I am available..."
"Are you a lesbian? I didn't know that!"
"No, of course I'm not, but I'm actually in forced abstinence for a long time too... and if I have to imagine a person... ... in the absence of men with whom I am..."
"...try?"
"Well, yes, I mean, try, I don't know... "You're my lifelong friend, I wouldn't be shocked to try to kiss you... would it seem... natural?"
"Would you find it natural to kiss a girl?"
"Not a girl, not a woman ... just you!"
"Really?"
Her hands were stroking my thighs well above the knee, I hadn't moved a finger to stop her.
She moved a finger to move my hair, hiding part of my face, caressed my cheek, we stared at each other for a long time.
"Sofi... Did you love kissing a girl?"
"What are you kidding?!" he said in a disgusting tone.
"Um..."
"No, I'm sorry, don't get upset, it's just... it's just... God, it's hard."
"Do you hate it?"
"that's not what I meant, I've never done it, I'm ashamed, I don't know... I don't know...
"does that go for me too... shall we find out together?"
The room fell into a silence as surreal as the light, a warm yellow came from the abat jour of the bedside table, not so strong, I would say intimate enough.
The faces came together like two opposite poles of a magnet, the lips resting on each other.
One time they pulled each other and the kisses followed one another at a cadenced rhythm.
I understood that a Sapphic kiss is totally different from a heterosexual kiss, where an almost instantaneous passion prevails. It was different, as if both of them were trying to establish with those kisses the right alchemy to make the moment eternal, and give themselves to the other one.
An erotic dance of kisses with the sole purpose of having access to the erogenous center of the brain. I never thought, I would have never thought that one could only achieve a cathartic situation of pleasure addiction with kisses.
So we found our own way of communicating, the hands like the kisses became more intense and voluptuous as time went by, so they began to become familiar with each other's body and sinuosity.
Vania was the first to lay her hands on my breast, nothing special, a second, for some time I had been planning to use surgery to make one more proportionate to my body.
It was enough to feel her hand ajar on my little tits to make me moan and jerk, it was like being touched for the first time, it was an adrenaline rush to the brain. My moan was misinterpreted by Vania as if she was retracting.
"No, please go on!", kissing our hands again, they came back into position.
I too went exploring, and with the tips of my fingertips I went up again, touching the silk fabric, from her hips to the junction of her breasts; it was a well-proportioned fourth; her breasts were so close together and tight that there was no room between them; and this could be seen in a generous way even with sweaters that left little imagination, even in their chastity, of what they were hiding. They were two big and mature people, soft but firm, excuse the contradiction but you will understand what I mean.
I climbed up ventrally touching all the curvature of the big udders, I was already fascinated by them and feeling them under my touch I felt the discomfort that was reflected in my lower abdomen, I started to get wet.
I appreciated the erect state of Vania's nipples, half an inch that was trying to pierce the tissue.
I felt the warmth of it, which I appreciated most as I reached the V-neck of my nightgown. I walked along the edge of the cup to the shoulder strap, all the while our kisses continued and Vania's hands tortured my breasts by squeezing or crushing them against my chest. I found it a very masculine touch despite everything.
"Be quiet, they won't come off, they won't escape, I'm here at your disposal!"
"Excuse me!", and more kisses.
My hands had come to my shoulders, playing with the fine silk ribbon on the shoulder straps. With my left hand I bent her neck to her right, took off my hair and went to kiss her on the neck.
I should have expected the taste of a woman to be totally different from the taste of a man and also the softness and scent was totally different but I was caught off guard.
I was fascinated, discovering how attracted I was to her, I kept kissing her until I met my hand.
I lifted myself up, almost upset, we stared at each other, a kiss and then slowly moved the shoulder strap to the middle of my arm.
I discovered the attachment of her breast, showing a good part of it, I went to kiss the conjunction of both breasts.
I lifted myself and Sofia who had lowered hers down to the lower edge of my top, began to lift it up to my chest, the intentions were clear, I was aware that it was the last act, if I wanted to stop that could only be the moment.
What did I really want?
I lifted my arms up, Vania smiled at 364 teeth and pulled off that little garment. As soon as she finished she rushed to kiss, lick and suck both my tits.
She slid the other shoulder strap down on her own as she continued to kiss me.
From a semi-sitting position that we had put ourselves in for the occasion, we returned, pushed by her weight lying down, she was by my side.
She began to massage him from above, her legs opened up and she came down.
"You're wet Sofi!"
"No wonder you're turning me on, but I'm embarrassed!"
"why should you" she got up suddenly and took off her nightgown, she was topless too now.
She took her hand and carried it between her legs "I felt soaked too!", I caressed her for a few seconds, then she stood up on the bed and took off her panties, I did the same.
"Sorry Sofi, sorry I didn't shave... It wasn't meant to be like this!"
"Me neither, but I can't apologize, I've never shaved!"
The way we both discovered each other was very delicate, sensual, there was no frenzy, no masculine ardour, it was all softer, but very intense, and I would say all more involving and pleasant, as if to say there was more attention to the pleasure of others, but I don't want to generalize the way men love.
We went on to discover the pleasures of oral sex, first one then the other finally a 69. also Vania's way of licking, and I want to hope mine too, was felt in the same way, however inexperienced he had done.
That is, he knew where to lick, he knew how to manage speed, timing and the alternation between the use of the tip or the body of the tongue.
I loved it so much, we moaned like two teenagers having their first orgasm, in fact it was our first sapphic relationship, and it was beautiful.
We came into each other's mouths in unison, happy and fulfilled.
But there was a lot to discover about sex between women, it was just the appetizer from that week at her house.
What else happened? So much... so much, too much... we never broke up again, four years later, we got married in the United States, we live in Miami, and we're having a baby, Vania will give birth at the end of April, beginning of May, it will be a boy...
A male bull... between two females, some cows... hopefully well!
I had been living in America for a long time, I was trying to get into NASA, that year because of too much work I decided to return to the fold after almost 15 years of absence to spend a Christmas with my family.
Vania was forced to come back from Turkey because of her mother's death, that's how we found each other, not
just a happy encounter.
With my mother and Vania's consent, I went to stay with her for some comfort, her father never knew him.
She had changed, very cynical it seemed to me, but knowing of her mother's serious illness she soon gave in to the inevitability of events.
Already on the second evening she had shaken off the mourning and we went to clubs, late at night we returned slightly tipsy.
I was on the bed when Vania knocked.
"May I?"
"Of course it's your house, you know!" I waved to her to lie down next to me, tapping twice on the mattress,
"like old times!"
"Yeah, how long has it been... I've always kept abreast of your successes... by the way, how's the excavation management in Turkey?"
"AHH but then you weren't lying... almost NASA engineer,.. when was the verdict?"
We laughed happy to hear of the interest shown, we talked about everything about how the studies had gone, how life had put us through similarly complicated forks... and certainly also about the love life.
Vania, I discovered out of a brief relationship with a digging colleague, I didn't hit the nail on the head.
"but like Sofia, a great pussy like you, the one who attracted guys like honey has no one?!"
"Look at the last one I kissed. I don't even remember the last one I kissed. I haven't had sex in so long, I'm going to be a virgin again."
The conversation got hotter and hotter and hotter, and she was grazing my legs.
I was wearing a cotton panties and a lace top that went up to my belly button, Vania a black silk nightgown.
....
"then you don't even remember how to kiss! oh lord god protect us!!!"
"You fool!" I replied to Vania, "Anyway, who knows... I don't know... that too... how long my lips haven't tasted..." I closed my eyes and moistened my lips by biting them.
"You want to practice!"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I am available..."
"Are you a lesbian? I didn't know that!"
"No, of course I'm not, but I'm actually in forced abstinence for a long time too... and if I have to imagine a person... ... in the absence of men with whom I am..."
"...try?"
"Well, yes, I mean, try, I don't know... "You're my lifelong friend, I wouldn't be shocked to try to kiss you... would it seem... natural?"
"Would you find it natural to kiss a girl?"
"Not a girl, not a woman ... just you!"
"Really?"
Her hands were stroking my thighs well above the knee, I hadn't moved a finger to stop her.
She moved a finger to move my hair, hiding part of my face, caressed my cheek, we stared at each other for a long time.
"Sofi... Did you love kissing a girl?"
"What are you kidding?!" he said in a disgusting tone.
"Um..."
"No, I'm sorry, don't get upset, it's just... it's just... God, it's hard."
"Do you hate it?"
"that's not what I meant, I've never done it, I'm ashamed, I don't know... I don't know...
"does that go for me too... shall we find out together?"
The room fell into a silence as surreal as the light, a warm yellow came from the abat jour of the bedside table, not so strong, I would say intimate enough.
The faces came together like two opposite poles of a magnet, the lips resting on each other.
One time they pulled each other and the kisses followed one another at a cadenced rhythm.
I understood that a Sapphic kiss is totally different from a heterosexual kiss, where an almost instantaneous passion prevails. It was different, as if both of them were trying to establish with those kisses the right alchemy to make the moment eternal, and give themselves to the other one.
An erotic dance of kisses with the sole purpose of having access to the erogenous center of the brain. I never thought, I would have never thought that one could only achieve a cathartic situation of pleasure addiction with kisses.
So we found our own way of communicating, the hands like the kisses became more intense and voluptuous as time went by, so they began to become familiar with each other's body and sinuosity.
Vania was the first to lay her hands on my breast, nothing special, a second, for some time I had been planning to use surgery to make one more proportionate to my body.
It was enough to feel her hand ajar on my little tits to make me moan and jerk, it was like being touched for the first time, it was an adrenaline rush to the brain. My moan was misinterpreted by Vania as if she was retracting.
"No, please go on!", kissing our hands again, they came back into position.
I too went exploring, and with the tips of my fingertips I went up again, touching the silk fabric, from her hips to the junction of her breasts; it was a well-proportioned fourth; her breasts were so close together and tight that there was no room between them; and this could be seen in a generous way even with sweaters that left little imagination, even in their chastity, of what they were hiding. They were two big and mature people, soft but firm, excuse the contradiction but you will understand what I mean.
I climbed up ventrally touching all the curvature of the big udders, I was already fascinated by them and feeling them under my touch I felt the discomfort that was reflected in my lower abdomen, I started to get wet.
I appreciated the erect state of Vania's nipples, half an inch that was trying to pierce the tissue.
I felt the warmth of it, which I appreciated most as I reached the V-neck of my nightgown. I walked along the edge of the cup to the shoulder strap, all the while our kisses continued and Vania's hands tortured my breasts by squeezing or crushing them against my chest. I found it a very masculine touch despite everything.
"Be quiet, they won't come off, they won't escape, I'm here at your disposal!"
"Excuse me!", and more kisses.
My hands had come to my shoulders, playing with the fine silk ribbon on the shoulder straps. With my left hand I bent her neck to her right, took off my hair and went to kiss her on the neck.
I should have expected the taste of a woman to be totally different from the taste of a man and also the softness and scent was totally different but I was caught off guard.
I was fascinated, discovering how attracted I was to her, I kept kissing her until I met my hand.
I lifted myself up, almost upset, we stared at each other, a kiss and then slowly moved the shoulder strap to the middle of my arm.
I discovered the attachment of her breast, showing a good part of it, I went to kiss the conjunction of both breasts.
I lifted myself and Sofia who had lowered hers down to the lower edge of my top, began to lift it up to my chest, the intentions were clear, I was aware that it was the last act, if I wanted to stop that could only be the moment.
What did I really want?
I lifted my arms up, Vania smiled at 364 teeth and pulled off that little garment. As soon as she finished she rushed to kiss, lick and suck both my tits.
She slid the other shoulder strap down on her own as she continued to kiss me.
From a semi-sitting position that we had put ourselves in for the occasion, we returned, pushed by her weight lying down, she was by my side.
She began to massage him from above, her legs opened up and she came down.
"You're wet Sofi!"
"No wonder you're turning me on, but I'm embarrassed!"
"why should you" she got up suddenly and took off her nightgown, she was topless too now.
She took her hand and carried it between her legs "I felt soaked too!", I caressed her for a few seconds, then she stood up on the bed and took off her panties, I did the same.
"Sorry Sofi, sorry I didn't shave... It wasn't meant to be like this!"
"Me neither, but I can't apologize, I've never shaved!"
The way we both discovered each other was very delicate, sensual, there was no frenzy, no masculine ardour, it was all softer, but very intense, and I would say all more involving and pleasant, as if to say there was more attention to the pleasure of others, but I don't want to generalize the way men love.
We went on to discover the pleasures of oral sex, first one then the other finally a 69. also Vania's way of licking, and I want to hope mine too, was felt in the same way, however inexperienced he had done.
That is, he knew where to lick, he knew how to manage speed, timing and the alternation between the use of the tip or the body of the tongue.
I loved it so much, we moaned like two teenagers having their first orgasm, in fact it was our first sapphic relationship, and it was beautiful.
We came into each other's mouths in unison, happy and fulfilled.
But there was a lot to discover about sex between women, it was just the appetizer from that week at her house.
What else happened? So much... so much, too much... we never broke up again, four years later, we got married in the United States, we live in Miami, and we're having a baby, Vania will give birth at the end of April, beginning of May, it will be a boy...
A male bull... between two females, some cows... hopefully well!
