2 comments/ 77212 views/ 20 favorites My New Girlfriend By: michael1k I flew into Boston about an hour ago to visit my little brother in college. My brother well adopted brother Mike was supposed to pick me up at the airport but he must have forgotten. I took a cab to his apartment with the intention of giving him a huge rash of shit for leaving me there. When I got to his place there was no answer at the door and I was getting more pissed by the minute as I paced back and forth while trying to call him. After about an hour (which made it 10:30 at night) a neighbor showed up. I asked him about Mike and if he knew when he'd be back. "I'm not sure," he says "sometimes he's out late." I was even more agitated at this point. "Y'know," he says "you can leave your stuff at my place if you want there's a bar down the street if you wanna just hang out for a while." I though about it for a second and a cold one really sounded good. I left my bags inside his door and headed for the bar. Well the bar wasn't just down the street. It was about eight blocks and was a welcome sight when I found it. I walked in and sat in a dark corner so I could people watch. A good looking guy came up to the table and introduced himself as Henry and the he would be serving me tonight. I giggled inside at the forced fake like introduction. "Ok Henry I'll have a draft beer and with a whiskey back." "Thank you Sir" he says and walked away with a little to much sway in his step. Once again I giggled to myself. I looked around. There were a few people in the place, more guys than girls as you would find in any bar. Henry returned with my drinks and left. I pounded back the whiskey and took a sip of the beer. As the warmth of the whiskey made its way inside I felt the agitation starting to subside and I slid down into my seat for a quiet evening. There were about 15 guys and 8 girls all about college age. The music started up and this cute little thing came out of the dark corner opposite mine and proceeded to the so called dance floor in the middle. I was about half way through my beer already and starting to feel its affects. I was feeling good. Henry returned. "Another round?" He asked. "Sure" I replied without taking my eyes away from the gyrating hips of the sexy little dancer. A guy dragged himself from the bar and started dancing behind the girl. "Shit" I thought "I should've moved faster." Truth be told though I was quite content with watching her. Henry returned with my drinks and once again swaggered off back to the bar. My sexy little thing on the dance floor was now up and close to her new admirer dancing to something slow and I was enjoying watching the sway of her tight ass in the sexy slinky dress she was wearing. The song ended and the couple separated. I watched her smooth long legs carry her back to her dark corner on her 4" heels and quietly groaned to myself. My drinks gone I tried calling Mike again. No answer. Frustrated I ordered another round. The music started up again and the object of my fascination made her way back out again. I watch her move mostly focused on her body but eventually my eyes made their way to her face. She was truly beautiful. The more I looked the more I really liked. The drinks were flowing into me on a regular basis now and I was really liking the way this girl looked. Through slightly blurred vision I starred at her and the more I starred the more she looked familiar. After about 3 hours of drinking and sitting with a semi-hard cock it occurred to me who my dream girl was. I ordered on my whiskey back and pounded down the whiskey. I slightly stumbled to my feet and made my way through the dark areas of the bar to her table. I sat down across from her. She looked up shocked at seeing me. "Hi Mikie" I said. "Dave oh my god I thought you weren't coming 'til tomorrow" he or should I say she said. "Mikie" I started to say "Dave call me Michelle in here." "Ok Michelle I think we should go home don't you think." Mikie sorry Michelle picked up her purse and helped me up. On the walk home my brother told me how since he'd been in college he had discovered that he loved cross-dressing. "So you don't want to be girl or anything?" I asked. "No it's not like that," he said "I like dressing as a girl and being treated like a girl but I still want to be a boy." "Well Michelle," yes I called him Michelle "you make one hell of a sexy girl." "Thanks" she replied smiling softly at me. We walked the rest of the way in silence with Michelle's arm looped through mine. When we got home Michelle made us some drinks and got me a blanket and pillow to sleep on the couch. Michelle went in the bathroom to change all the while talking to me. I got up from the couch and walked over to where she was. I stood in the doorway as she pulled her dress up and over her head. I watched as the hem slowly moved from just below her ass. Oh that ass. Her hips were slight wider than her waist giving her a sexy shape. Her red lacey thong sat sexily on her hips as a little string disappeared between her firm cheeks. I put my drink on the bathroom counter and place my hands on her hips. Michelle looked back at me over her shoulder. In a quiet whisper she says "Dave what are you doing?" "Treating you like a girl" I said. I moved my lips to hers. I kissed her softly, tasting her sweet lips on mine. I moved my hands around to her front pulling her back to me. Her warm firm cheeks nestled into my jeans clad cock. Breaking our kiss, "are you sure you want to do this?" she asks. I nod my head at her like a virgin being asked if he wants a blowjob. Michelle led me back to her bedroom. It's decorated just like a girl would. Lots of pink, her bed covered with a ton of pillows and teddy bears. Michelle crawled onto the bed throwing the pillows and bears onto the floor. I watched as her cheeks spread while she was on her hands and knees. The red string from her thong laying down the middle and making its way around the front to the V-patch of material covering her most private area. I reached out and traced the thin string with my finger. When I reached her private hole she giggled (just like a girl) and stood up. In the back of my mind I knew she was a boy but what I was seeing was 100% pure sexy girl. Michelle pushed me back onto the bed. Undoing my belt and jeans, she grabbed a hold of the sides and started pulling them down. I lifted my ass up to help and my hard uncircumcised cock sprang free slapping against my stomach. She pulled my jeans from my feet and tossed them aside. She looked up and crawled between my legs running her hands from my knees to my hairy crotch. Jeeezus my crotch was hairy. Since I didn't have a girlfriend I had stopped trimming. Michelle lowered her head and took one of my big hefty cum laden balls into her mouth. It was warm and wet and I loved every moment. Then she moved to the other, I might blow right now. She released and then I felt her tongue dive into my sweaty crack and lick my now puckered hole. It was exquisite. I threw myself back onto the bed and lifted my legs up for her. She plunged her tongue deeper until she was inside. I felt incredible. She stroked my cock, rubbing my foreskin over my glands as she slowly slid a finger inside my waiting hole. Her finger went deeper and all of a sudden my cum rocketed out and up onto my shirt. Michelle was wonderful. No girl has ever made me cum like that or that hard before. I finally opened my eyes to see her standing between my legs smiling at me. "If you liked that you'll really love my blowjobs" she said giggling at me. I pulled her down on top of me pushing my tongue inside her mouth. I tasted my own asshole on her. It was tangy but not repulsive. I rubbed my hands all over her body slowly, exploring ever inch. I reached the sides of the thong and started to ease it down. She broke our kiss and grabbed my hands. "You do know there isn't a pussy inside those panties right?' "I know" I whispered in her ear. I few of hours ago I would never have even thought of another cock but now I wanted whatever was inside this red thong. She let go of my hands and I eased it down past her ass. I felt her hard cock lying next to mine but I just had to see it. I rolled Michelle over and stood at the foot of the bed. I removed my shirt and threw it way somewhere in the room. I leaned down her cock no more than 8" inches from my face. I looked into her eyes and pulled her panties all the way off caressing her legs on the way. I looked down. Her cock was not what I expected. She was hard extremely hard. She was completely shaved, her balls, shaft everything was smooth. I kneeled to get a closer look. I spread her legs and moved between them. Her shaving didn't stop with her cock everything was silky. Her legs and ass were also a smooth as a baby's bottom. I ran my hands up and down her thighs admiring the silkiness. I touched her balls, she moaned. I cupped them feeling their weight. They were so sexy. I ran a finger to her crack slightly touching her hole. She reached under and pulled her cheeks apart. I took this as a sign of what she wanted and lapped my tongue over her pink little entrance. I lubed her up good before sliding my thick finger inside her. Finger buried inside I lifted her circumcised cock to my mouth wrapping my lips around the head. Her pre-cum was sweet. I was lost I had never sucked a cock before. What do I do? Flash backs of all the blowjobs I received flew through my head, the good and the bad. I quickly filtered through them picking out the things I liked and making note of the things I didn't making sure I didn't do those. I pushed my lips down her shaft keeping my tongue pushed against her glands. She moaned, loudly. I repeated this several times. I wrapped my hand around her shaft under my lips so I wouldn't choke myself. I stroke her a few times, licking the head with full vengeance. I wanted this girl to cum and I wanted to be the one to make it happen. I turned my head sideways and pursed my lips. Pushing them into her shaft I slid my lips up and down her shaft. Up and over her glands. Michelle was panting hard I knew she was going to cum. I pumped her furiously lapping and licking her cock head as fast as I could. Michelle's hips were pumping, she was close now. I stroked her faster giving her long laps on her glands. One hard grunt from her and there it was. Her cum flew out hitting me in the forehead, the rest landing on her chest and her matching lacey bra. Michelle slowly opened her eyes as I placed my hands under her knees and lifted her legs. She smiled as I positioned my cock at her spit lubed hole and pushed inside. It was easier getting inside than I thought. Before either of us knew I was buried all the way in. I wasn't going to last long, sucking Michelle's cock had made me so horny. I pumped slowly as I lay on top of her little body. I'd never fucked a girl's ass before and now knowing what it felt like I knew what I was missing. My cock slid in and out of Michelle as my head was buried into the bed cover above her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around me I knew I wasn't fucking. I was actually making love to her. Treating her like a girl just like she wanted. My paced increased as I felt my cum rising. I tried holding back until Michelle whispered in my ear "it's ok Dave cum inside me, please cum inside me." I pounded her ass faster as my cum flew from my prostate to her insides where it would meet hers. I was exhausted as I lay on top of my dream girl completely drained. We giggled together as she whispered "did you have a good flight?" The flight wasn't bad but the landing was better. My New Girlfriend Heather is my new girlfriend, although I've known her since college. When I knew her then, she had this hyper-curly dark hair and these hot blue eyes. Now, almost ten years later, her hair is still curly, but dyed a stylish light brown. Her eyes are still intense, and her body has filled out into a full, mature figure, with a tendency to be sweetly plump if she stops exercising for a while. I hadn't been looking to meet her. I ran into her quite by chance at the movie theater as we were getting out of a show. We saw each other at the same time and I knew immediately who she was. I said hi, and we ended up going to a coffee shop and talking about the movie and catching up on things. She smoked these long, thin cigarettes one after another and laughed as she ate a piece of cinnamon crumble apple pie. I never liked her that much when I knew her before. She was the sort of person who took everything personally. Even the smallest slips or slights really hurt her feelings, so it seemed like she just went from one big drama to another. She was exhausting. But talking to her in the coffee shop, she was much calmer than I remembered. Almost without noticing it, I was really enjoying myself and found myself telling her some personal things without meaning to, about how my last relationship ended and how things had gotten complicated with my parents who loved my old girlfriend and thought I was an utter fool for leaving her. I had gone kind of numb afterwards, but talking to Heather then, I realized how broken up I had been. Just the little bit of talking about it made me feel much better. And Heather did more than listen politely. I felt like she really cared. We traded contact info, and when I got home, she had already left a message on my machine. "Amy, it was great talking to you today. I hope we see each other again soon. I have to say that you were the last person from college whom I ever thought I'd meet again, but I'm glad I did. It was fun. Call me, or email me. Bye." I listened to her message twice. Sitting on the couch, I realized that I really had no friends, that I had left them behind when Kat and I broke up. Heather was the first person I had talked to outside of work in almost two weeks, besides that lady at the grocery store: she talked to everybody. It felt like I was waking up at last. That Friday I asked her out to dinner and we spent another evening talking and laughing. We walked by the fair at the lakeside and went in to try out a few rides. I get queasy on things like the spinning tops, but Heather loved them and talked me into riding with her. We went these high spinning swings and on the bumper cars. Then we rode on the Ferris wheel. It was at the top looking over the lake at all the lights reflected there, at her highlighted profile, and the curve of her smile, of her breasts, that I felt like I was falling in love. It happened so suddenly. I put my hand on hers. It was warm and soft. She smiled and squeezed my fingers. My heart pounded in my chest for the rest of that ride, but then it was over and we got off. We didn't do anything more than that. We said goodbye and I went back home, determined that I wasn't going to fall in love, that I was going to be her good friend. Heather had a boyfriend, a man named Michael Nesmith, like that guy from the Monkees. He drove a BMW and took her out to these fancy places. He was the first boyfriend she had kept for more than four months since she graduated from college, and it sounded like he was good to her. She told me how they met at the pool, how he bought her flowers almost every week and even took a foot massage class so he could help her relax at the end of the day. The only thing she didn't really like about him was the way he tore up little things like tooth picks or tissue paper while he was on the phone or watching TV and left these piles laying around for her to clean up. I thought about all my own foibles and habits: how many of them were as innocuous as that? My occasional intense need for solitude, or my insistence on absolute silence when I listen to music; both were only the more most immediate examples of my own difficulties, and they seemed much worse than his. I never actually met Michael, because he traveled a lot for his work at the bank, but Heather invited me over to their place and I saw the pictures of them together and smelled him in the air. I told her she was really lucky. She just laughed a little and made us some potato salad. She asked if I'd ever had a boyfriend, and so I told her about the few I'd had before I came out. "It must be so much easier being gay," she said, so I had to ask why she thought so. "Well, you don't have to figure out what guys are thinking, and you don't have to worry about that, about them not understanding you." "Being with women doesn't necessarily make things any easier. People are people, and in some ways we're the same, but we're also all different. Everything's easier when you're with the right person, and everything's harder when you're with the wrong one. I don't think that changes whether you're straight or gay." "So why did you break up with your old girlfriend?" "Uh, a radical difference of opinion. She didn't cheat on me, but it was almost as bad, I guess. And we hadn't been getting along for a while." "How long ago was it?" "Oh, six months, I guess." I had made myself stop counting days and feeling sorry for myself, even though it had been my decision to break everything off. It only partially worked, but I was a lot better than I had been. "Have you had a lot of girlfriends?" "I've had a few. When I get involved with someone, it's always serious. I don't know why, but I can't go in lightly. And I guess I've been lucky to be with some really great people, but somehow, we always end up going in different directions, until it feels like I'm going to break in half. Without getting into a lot of specifics, I can't really explain. Anyway, I guess we just keep growing apart." "I've dated a lot of guys. You know, right? And I don't think I've ever been that close to any one of them. Not the way you sound. It must be nice." "I wonder. But how about Mike? You love him, right?" "I've been with Mike for two years and quarter as of next Tuesday. That's real specific, huh? I'm really happy to be with him, and I know that he loves me. But that doesn't mean that things are always going to be this way. As you say, people grow apart, sometimes gradually, sometimes fast. "You know I haven't seen him in three weeks. His job keeps him away longer and longer, and he tells me that that's not going to change. We talk on the phone almost every day, on the internet with cameras, and I even write him letters. But I can feel him changing the longer we're apart. Or maybe it's me. Or both of us. It's not just sex. I mean, we have phone sex, we use webcameras, we do all kinds of things, and that can be really great. Have you ever tried it?" "Um, no. That's one set of things I've never done." "Well, it can be great. But now it just makes me more lonely for him. And when he is here, I don't know how to be with him anymore. I don't want to break up with him; I want things to be the way they were, but when I tell him this, I just feel selfish. It's not exactly his choice, after all. There should be something I can do, but after all this I don't know what it could be." Heather and I became good friends. We met at least twice a week, for lunch on Wednesdays, and on the weekends for an afternoon of something or other. She took me to her club and taught me to play racquetball; I took her to all the museums in town, the places where I like to go to draw. I even took her to my kung fu class. For a couple of months we had theme-Fridays where we would do something adventurous or silly. One time we dressed up as men and went out; another night we traded identities - clothes and make-up, wallets - and acted like each other. We had a goth night, and the famous All-Plaid Party Night that yielded some of the most hideous photographs I've ever taken. She introduced me to her friends, and I got along with some of them. My world started to expand again. It was great. And I thought about her all the time. I told myself that I loved her as a friend, that it was unreasonable to expect anything else. I resolutely kept myself from thinking about her when I masturbated by watching a lot of porn. But even then she was in my thoughts. When we became lovers, it happened quite naturally. Heather and Mike came to the point where they agreed to break up; she had seen him only twice in three months, for about two days each. Both of them agreed that it was too much to maintain their connection with so little contact. As I said, I never met the man - I just spoke to him on the phone once or twice - and I was in almost daily contact with her for half a year. And once it was over she came over to my place to tell me. Heather cried a little and then let it go. And she was fine. I marveled at her that she could do that, but she just laughed. "It was over a long time ago. Now the formalities are done and he'll be taking his stuff out next week. And I can finally move on to other things, to other people who have been waiting for me. They've been waiting so patiently, and now I can finally reach out to them properly." And then she did; she took me in her arms and she held me close. I thought I was surprised for a moment, but I wasn't really; I was just happy. Some wall of reserve that I had kept between us dissolved and then I was holding her, too. The feeling of her body against mine, the way her curves fit into me soft and full, was staggeringly erotic. An electric snap of desire raced inside me, along my heart, the pit of my stomach and my womb. More than just sexual, it was an emotional yearning, a part of me that longed for completion. And for connection. She let me kiss her, let me feel the close of her back and the bulge of her breasts. As my breath passed into her, her own desire stirred; when I slipped my tongue in her mouth, it roared to life. She kissed me back, sucking on my tongue. She moved her hands over my head and back and ground her body into mine, revving into me lustfully. We tore at each other's clothes, popping a button off my sleeve as we got down to our underwear. I took her tits out from her bra; they were proud, crowned with high nipples. She gasped as I rubbed them and rolled them, and told me to suck them gently because they were so sensitive. I took her left breast. I let my tongue creep over the pert flesh, glide across the areola, then up over the nipple, lapping at it and teasing it with my lips. My hands slid over her back and sides, her stomach and over her hips. She pushed me back on the couch, moaning, and lay atop me, fitting her thighs around my leg and her hot crotch against my skin. As I suckled on, she started to hunch and grind her pussy against me. I put one hand down her back and into her panties to her full ass and pussy. She was so wet she was dripping through the fabric, her lips swollen wide for my anxious fingers. That was how I made her come for the first time. Heather grunted like an animal and twisted her hips while she squeezed me. As she recovered, I rolled out from under her, turning her on her back, and stripped off her panties. I got naked and then lowered myself down to her. I asked if she wanted it, and her only answer was a tight nod and a grip of my hand. I licked at her nipples some more; they were delightfully sensitive and seemed to bring her right back to the brink of ecstasy. But I left them behind and kissed my way down her belly while my free hand came up her leg to her juicy core. "You're beautiful," I told her as I examined her ruby lips and well-kept thatch of dark pubic hair. Her pink insides glistened and her clit peeked out from its hood. Heat roared out from inside her as I tasted her for the first time. She squeezed my hand hard with one hand and played with her nipples with the other while I went through her and through her with long wide licks. She was very vocal and she let me know when something was good in a way none of my other lovers had done before. It felt almost like she was some wild, sexy instrument and I was playing her, a virtuoso performance that brought her to climax time and again. And as she came around me, pulling my face into her with both hands and feet, I felt her pleasure as though it were my own, the greatest satisfaction I had known in bed or out of it for so very long. After a long time of it, my mouth and tongue sore from their first real workout in over a year, I slipped a finger in her and held her pussy while I went up to her sweaty arms. I kissed her, let her taste her own juice on my face and snuggled into her embrace. "No one. . . no one's ever done it to me like that before." "There are some things only a woman can do for another woman. Although I hear dogs are pretty good at it, too." "I don't think I can do that for you. Not right now, anyway." "Not to worry, my darling Heather. There's time." "Oh yes," she said. We lay together in the dim light and let the minutes stretch out on the clock. Heather started to rouse. She suckled my breast and played with my hair, my pussy and ass. Her gentle explorations grew more intense and my own desire rekindled. It was her first time to touch another woman this way, and so I let her take her time and communicated my appreciation with low moans and sighs. Her fingers brushed up and down the length of my slit, dabbling in the juices and spreading them around. She traced my lips with a fingertip, and then leaned down to do the same with her tongue. Her tongue felt its way around my clit, making me buck and squirm a little; it was hot and tight with pent longing. A long finger found its way up inside me; I groaned and arched my back up to give her better access. She curled her finger up and rubbed into my g-spot. It was a little painful, actually, but that faded soon enough. With her licking away at my clit and circling my g-spot, my passions rose until I was gripping at the couch and breathing in gasps. Just a little more, and I would come. Without breaking her rhythm, she pushed another finger, wet from my pussy, into my ass, and that pushed me over the edge. It hit me with an intensity that had been absent for more than a year. My pelvis quaked and I ejaculated right in her face, a flood that drenched half the couch, as I came and came and came. My thighs quivered and my breath shuddered in my chest as I recovered. Heather was laughing. I couldn't see her for a full minute after, but when I did there was delight on her face. Her hair was wet from my spray, her nose dripping. She was so happy that I started laughing, too. "Oh, Amy! That was amazing! Some went up my nose. Can you do it again?" She certainly tried to make sure I did. We went to bed sore and sticky, but happy, and in love. We slept exhausted after many hours. I was in bliss. If there was one thing I worried about, it was how she would be in the morning, whether she would have a change of heart after her lust was sated. Or that she would be overcome with grief after losing Mike. But my fears were groundless. I heard her get up in the morning to pee and use the phone. She called in sick to work. She lay down on my bed next to me and whispered that she loved me, kissed me on the lips despite my sour breath. We went back to sleep and didn't get up until late. I took her into the shower and methodically rubbed her down with soap and then scrubbed her clean with a soft loofa, a kind of ritualistic Care For the Lover. For me it was a symbolic act of love, the kind of thing I often make up when I'm in a special moment. She didn't stop me, but when I finished she turned and attacked me with kisses. She pinned me against the wall and sucked on my lips and tongue while she penetrated me with her soapy fingers, two at a time, then three and four, until I my knees were shaking and I was almost weeping with orgasm. "Oh, Amy. You are just too fine. I love to see you come." She put a finger to my asshole and tickled round its crinkled edges. "You like it in here, don't you." It wasn't a question. I had alluded to my love of anal play before; it was a major element of sex in all my lesbian relationships. "You love it in the ass." She pushed her finger in to the first knuckle and gave it a twist. I gasped. "Oh! I love it in the ass. You, you can fuck my ass." "Yes, I can." The finger drove in deeper, slipping in past the double-sphincter into my rectum. It twitched inside me, twisting and making small thrusts that made me mewl. She put another finger in. She turned me around so my face was pressed against the wall, the water driving down on my back, my butt sticking out around her impaling hand. "I can, and I will." And she did. Twisting her soapy fingers inside me, she finger-fucked me with gradually increasing intensity. Each tiny movement sent zings through the nerves of my anus and these reflected in my clit, in my nipples and the base of my skull. I rocked my ass back to keep time with her, but then it was too much for that. It felt too good and went too fast for any kind of movement on my part: all I could do was hang on to the wall and take it. It was so good. I cried out, a long wail, and slid into the corner of the shower, bracing myself between the walls. I came hard and almost blacked out for a short second as blood rushed and sang in my ears over the hiss of the water and the slap of her hand in my ass. The orgasm coasted on a long, slow decline from the first peak. Heather reached her other hand to my clit and went back to work there, too, bringing me back up into another peak. I couldn't take it anymore and I slid to the floor. Heather knelt beside me and held me, cooing softly while I recovered. Then she soaped me up and scrubbed me down as I had done for her. I was passive in her hands. Then she stood and I knelt at her crotch and licked her thighs and pussy. "Yes, Amy, yes. You are just too fine." When we finally got dressed, it was almost one thirty. We were both starved so we went out to lunch and I ordered the biggest thing I could find on the menu, a triple club sandwich with soup and fries and a salad. And chocolate cheesecake. We ended up splitting it. That whole day was a kind of euphoric blur. We walked around town, laughing over every little thing, running through the park and dancing to scraps of music from passing car radios. We couldn't stop touching each other. It was bliss. That night we made love again at my place. I set up candles around the bed and laid her down naked on a great soft towel. I put oil on my hands and gave her a massage from head to toe. She had her share of sore muscles, and it was great fun for me to learn her body and find them and work them out. I thought she might go to sleep, and would've been glad if she did, but I was just as pleased when she moved me to lean back against the headboard and began a trail of licks and kisses that found their way after a long circuitous route, to between my legs. Heather went down with a slurp, mixing her spit with my juice. After all the attentions I had shown her, she was eager to reciprocate, and her enthusiasm rocked me. The biggest problem she had was just a lack of endurance. But she was also fascinated by my vagina and all the layers and folds of it. I got a thrill just being the center of such curiosity, regardless of any other techniques that she used. She licked and sucked all through me and especially on my clit. I lay back and closed my eyes, luxuriating in the embrace of her tongue and lips and the warm puffs of breath on my pussy. After quite a few minutes we got into a good cycle and I came, a medium orgasm that left me feeling refreshed. My New Girlfriend She came up and snuggled in my arms. "My tongue's about to fall off," she complained. "It does take some training to get your endurance up. I'll be happy to let you practice, though." "There's something so interesting about it: about sex. It's pretty weird, if you think about it. You know what I mean?" "I think I do. On the other hand, it feels totally right." I traced her left nipple with my index finger. "What we're doing feels right to me. Like, I can't believe it's taken me this long to realize that this is what I want. I mean, girls are just so much fun to play with. There's so much variety in what you can do. With guys, it's just stick it in, you know? Though that can be nice, too, sometimes." "Tell me, Heather. Is this really real? It feels like a dream, all this, last night and today. Now. Is this happening?" "You bet it is. This is happening now." We kissed and held each other. "Now roll over, on your stomach. Pull up your knees." I did and she rubbed down my back to my hips and ass. She ran her fingernails lightly along my spine, then spread my ass wide with both hands. "Funny little thing, all pink and wrinkly." I surrendered myself to her tongue. All around, from the top of my crack to the base of my pussy she licked me. She fucked me with her stiff tongue while stuffing my pussy with fingers. I just held on to the pillow and moaned for what felt like hours, coming occasionally, but mostly just drifting on the lapping waves of her favors. "You are just too fine," she said and came to rest in my arms. We slept until dawn when she had to get up and go back to her place to get ready for work. She promised she would be back as soon as she finished. I let her go reluctantly, and sat staring at the floor for an hour afterward, afraid that I would never see her again. Just thinking about what we had done, what she had done to me, made me horny. I picked up the phone and dialed her number, but I stopped before the last digit and made myself calm down. I realized how easy it was for me to fall into my old pattern of totally relying on my lover and investing everything in them. That had happened with Kat and with my other lovers before, and it just didn't work. It wasn't healthy. I was going to try and change things this time. We were going to have to talk. I spent the day catching up on work I had let slide, but I finished up early and made dinner for us. I did some exercises and practiced my kung fu until I was calm and centered. At six, she called and said she'd be right over. I heated up the food and tried to keep from getting too worked up. Heather knocked about twenty minutes later and came in still in her suit, looking tired. We embraced, and she was only too happy to sit down and eat. We chatted and laughed; the whole time my pussy was dripping through my underwear, thinking of her touch. But I remained outwardly calm. I asked what she wanted to do now that Mike was moving out of their apartment. She said she was thinking of finding someplace smaller, unless someone wanted to share the place with her, hint, hint. That led to the talk I had prepared. I told her about my own dependent habits, how I always invested too much too soon and became a burden on my lover; how my world revolved entirely around her and how it became hard for me to do anything on my own, to my own distress as well as hers. So this time, I wanted to keep some space between us, at least at first until we were both used to the change in our lives. We should have real dates and things, like we used to do before. Heather listened and then laughed at me. "I understand what you're saying. Yes, you're probably right. We should take a little time before switching things up too much. I mean, our relationship is going to change things, so, yeah. I mean, I'm real interested to know what my friends are going to think of this. And my mom. Oh, God. They will be surprised, I think. What are you going to tell your parents?" "I haven't talked to them in a year. I probably should. The rift with them is a part of my break up with Kat, so I need to try to resolve that. I don't even know what's going on with them. If I'm going to be healthy, I need to do something about it." And so we agreed to try and keep some healthy boundaries. I kept my place and she moved to a smaller apartment, closer than her old one and near a small park and this really great pizza place that we liked. Heather was someone I would never have thought I would become involved with in a million years. She had this hyper-curly hair and was obnoxiously sensitive about the smallest perceived slights. She was no friend of mine; she was a pain, someone you groaned about when you heard her coming. But that was a long time ago. I knew nothing of her then, and nothing of myself. It's just funny how you can become involved with the last person you would expect, how they can change your life and show you things that you never suspected, if you let them. Heather is my new girlfriend, my lover and companion. I am blessed each moment that I have with her. I am free. The End My New Girlfriend Delivers It all started when the regular UPS guy where I work said he was getting promoted and said we'd be getting a new driver. The following Monday I met Karen. Packages in hand wearing that brown uniform the most apt description of Karen would be the simplest one she is 'built like bull'. Karen is fairly attractive with a big mane of blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, she's 5-9 tall and 185 pounds. I also found her to very bright and pleasant to talk to, we would talk and flirt and by the end of the week decided to meet after work for a drink. We were sitting in a bar and things were going well when she said, "Do we both have to get drunk before somebody says we should move on to your place and get it on?" Well we were both sure on the same page, "I don't need to be drinking to get onboard that bus." "Good because I'm ready to jump onboard you." Replied Karen as she got to her feet. We barely got in the door of my townhouse before we were getting out of our clothes and directly to my bed. I have to say I instantly liked that Karen is one thick chick but she's really fabulous without the brown uniform. She's got big round firm tits, wide hips, thick thighs and man she's a lot to hold onto. Now I'm a big guy, 6-1 tall and 220 pounds and I'm no stranger to the big girls but Karen is prime beef. I was about to put my arms around her and feel what I had to work with but before I could Karen reached out and grabbed my stiffening dick saying, "Oh you are plenty of man for me." That's when I felt Karen's strength as she put her other arm around my waist and spun me around so we rolled onto the bed. Well we got where I was aiming anyway and were in each other's arms kissing and rolling over one another. After a few minutes of groping and tongue dancing I ended up on my back and Karen scrambled up sitting on my chest. I like a woman who isn't afraid to grab the initiative. She smiled down at me and said, "Having this much woman on you a problem?" Starting at her neatly trimmed pussy and looking up to her slightly rounded belly, past her fat tits to look her in the eye I rubbed the tops of her thighs with both hands and said, "I can't find any problem from where I'm at." Karen said, "That's good because I'm clocking in for muff dive time." Then she slid forward towards my chin I reached around and got two hands full of her ass and helped her along until my tongue met her pussy. I kissed her lips then slipped my tongue in her slit and got down to it. Karen was moaning as I kissed the outer folds of her pussy in between licking and sucking on her clit. It seemed like we were both enjoying ourselves. I was massaging Karen's big butt with both hands as I tongued her clit and she held onto the headboard and said, "Oh you do like the butt don't you Steve?" Unable to respond with a face full of sweet pussy I gave both of her cheeks a squeeze and she laughed saying, "That's good because I've got some and I love a man who enjoys some butt." Well I must say I like a big butt to hang onto and Karen has one nice big strong ass. It was then that Karen moved back to sit on my chest and said, "You know your stuff Steve but I'm just dying to get a shot at that stiff dick of yours so just let me shift around here." And with that Karen spun around on her ass to face my feet and moved into a 69 position that allowed us both to get at the good parts. I resumed eating her pussy while Karen quickly took the head of my nine inches between her lips and got started on one fabulous blow job. In my position I certainly couldn't see Karen's head bobbing up and down on my cock but damn if after a few minutes I could feel that she was taking every inch of down her throat. This chick is a seriously good time I thought. Not long after that Karen released my dick from her warm mouth, kissed the head and said, "OK point me towards a condom for this man log, I'm wet and ready to get fucked." I slapped Karen's meaty thigh and pointed at the dresser, she rolled, sort of jumped, lunged and stumbled quickly there and back as I sat up. She then dived onto the bed, got on her back with her legs spread, put her hands on her knees and smiled at me. I was on my knees moving between her legs and said, "You don't waste time when you want something." "When there's good hard man meat in the room I'm getting while the getting is good, good and hard." replied Karen. "Why thank you and here you go." I replied and holding my cock in my right hand slipped the head into Karen's waiting pussy. I wasn't afraid to take my time and make this last so I slowly pushed my dick a little farther into Karen's pussy going back and forth. She must have been good with it because she had her eyes closed and was just easing back up at me with every stroke. When I finally got close to going all the way in with all nine inchesKaren wrapped her thick strong legs around my waist and just held me which was about all I could take so I put my arms around her thighs and holding her tight, shot my load. Keeping her legs around me Karen put her arms around my chest and we rolled over. I got my arms around her body and we rolled back and forth several times with me ending up on top. She looked at me and said, "Damn I think I have found myself a man to hang onto." I kissed her forehead, "Well I'm pretty well locked into place." "No I mean I don't have much luck finding nice guys, big guys, guys who aren't intimidated by the strong girl, a lot of guys are looking for the skinny bitches. It's not easy finding that guy with a big dick who knows how to stick it to the big girl" said Karen sort of seriously. I have to say she wasn't the only one who felt like a winner, "You I think you may have noticed I like the big strong girls. Having a woman who fucks you back is a lot of fun. I wouldn't mind having you around all the time." We laughed, hugged, kissed and after a while I was ready and we went a couple more rounds. And the good times didn't stop there.