SEVENTH YEAR DARE She had been single for about seven years. Circumstances and the birth of her first child had seen to that. She led a busy, fulfilling life, holding down two jobs to pay the bills and provide for her child. One day, after talking to a girl at work, she realised she had not had close contact in a sexual way for too long. The girl she had been talking to was a lesbian, one of a couple that worked where she did. There was always giggles and laughter about sexuality and what she was missing. And if course the element of lesbianism all ways flavoured the conversation. She pondered, should she, how would she? Did she really want to go there? Taste another woman, put her fingers inside another woman, feel a woman's touch? The more she thought about it, the more positive she became that it was worth trying, you never know what the outcome might be. But how? The local paper had just started publishing personals, covering every gamut of desire, the perfect tool. Carefully formulating her words, placed her ad, expressing her desire to try a walk on the other side. A few days later she was pleasantly surprised by numerous responses to her ad. Carefully going through them, she selected two and initiated contact. She agreed to meet 'Jane' at a coffee shop to see if there was anything that clicked. A Tuesday afternoon saw her pull up at the coffee shop. She had a general description of Jane. Taking a deep breath and wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt she headed inside. Jane recognised her, and greeted her with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. After ordering coffee, they sat back and talked for ages. They laughed together, immediately comfortable with each other. With a promise to catch up soon, they parted ways with a hug and kiss on the cheek About a week later she called Jane on her way home from work. Jane invited her in for coffee and she readily accepted. They relaxed on the couch, coffee in hand, and small talk ensued. Jane reached out and ran her fingers through her hair, moving closer as she did so. As if of their own accord their lips met. She relaxed into Jane’s lips, noticing the difference. The softness of Jane’s lips teasing hers made her melt. Jane’s tongue touched her lips, tracing the inner curve of each lip. She responded, her tongue exploring the tongue that tasted her mouth. As she tastes, she became aware of a hand cupping her breast, gently lifting the weight if her breast, slowly, gently massaging her entire breast by cupping. The hand drew back until just fingers were playing with her hardening nipple, slowly rolling her nipple back and forth between finger and thumb. She felt a warmth spread through her, culminating in her pelvis, the longed for feeling of arousal. Immediately it made her want more, she wanted to feel a mouth upon her nipple, she wanted to the ache within her to be fulfilled. Looking at her with a knowing smile, Jane stood up and reached out a hand. ‘Come,’ was the simple request. She stood taking Jane's hand and let Jane lead her to the bedroom. Jane turned and took her into an embrace. She felt Jane’s breast against her own, felt Jane’s hands on her back, pulling her closer. Jane’s mouth was busy, tracing long hot trails of kisses along her collar bone, her neck, her ear lines. Jane’s hands were busy, undoing the buttons of her shirt, pushing the shirt from her shoulders, Jane’s hands again at her breast. This time Jane’s mouth followed where her hands had been, long slow kisses, leaving trails of hot saliva over the mounds of her breasts. Nimble fingers unclipped her bra, releasing her breasts from their cage of lace and wire. She relished the sensation of her breasts being freed, relished the hands and mouth that now sweetly tortured her flesh. Her nipples stood erect, begging to be devoured by that hot mouth and busy tongue. A sigh passed her lips as her nipple was devoured, Jane’s tongue circled her nipples, pulling the hardness deeper into her mouth, she pushed her breast forward, the tongue against her flesh sending flashes of heat to her sex. Jane’s hands reached behind her, finding the opening to her skirt. Slowly Jane unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor. Jane’s fingers then hooked into the waistband of her stockings and releasing her nipple from her mouth, Jane slowly drew her stockings down her legs, capturing her underwear as well in one smooth motion. She stood there in front of Jane, letting Jane’s eyes devout her nakedness. She felt the heat between her legs intensify, felt the lips of her labia swell, felt the wetness of her spread to her outer lips, her clit begin to harden. A smile passed over Jane’s lips as she examined each inch of bare flesh. Her fingers reaching out to touch, trail lazy patterns on her skin, leaving a trail of fire. Jane's hands held her by the hips and guided her to the bed, she sank back onto silken softness, acutely aware of the sensation of the cool silk against her naked skin. Jane pushed her back, her feet still on the floor. Smiling down at her, Jane took off her shirt, revealing black lace-clad breasts, she lay there enjoying the private strip tease Jane was providing. Seeing Janes bra, she wanted to reach out, feel the softness if Jane's skin, feel the weight of Janes breast in her hand, feel Jane’s nipple harden under her touch. But Jane left her bra I place, instead removing her jeans to reveal a black lace thong. Jane then knelt on the bed next to her, her fingers resuming to trailing patterns over her skin. Again Jane paid attention to her breast before again lowering her head to take a nipple in her mouth. She pushed her breast up into Jane’s mouth, her legs parting of their own accord as her mind screamed to be touched. She whimpered, a sound of desire. Jane moved back, resting on one elbow, smiled and looked down at her. ‘I want to watch your face, see the desire in your eyes,’ Jane whispered as her hand made lazy circles on her stomach. Jane’s hand moved ever so slowly towards her sex, her hips pushing up towards Jane’s hand, her need to be touched guiding her movements, Jane’s hand cupped her mound, her fingertips sitting at the entrance to her. She moaned. Jane’s middle finger moved ever so slightly, parting her inner lips, touching the well of juice. Jane’s finger than began to move upwards towards her clit, not touching but tracing slow circles around her clit. Up and down from clit to source of wetness Jane’s finger moved, using her wetness to lubricate every inch of her cunt. Jane’s mouth then regained a hard nipple, the sensation of Jane’s mouth and hand bringing her closer to orgasm, but not letting her go there, teasing, testing. Jane’s mouth began to descend towards her sex, a moan passed her lips. Ever so slowly Jane moved until she was between her legs. After what seemed eons, she felt both Jane’s hands on her sex. Slowly she felt Jane push a finger into her cunt, while her other hand played with her clit. Another finger pushed into her, and another. She was being fucked with fingers and she relished the sensation of her cunt being filled. The fingers began to move, her hips rose and fell in sync, she let the sensations wash over her, the glorious feeling of being filled, when she felt a tongue against her clit. Her hips bucked as she came instantly. A flow of cunt juice washing over Jane’s hand. But Jane didn't stop, she continued to lap at her clit, fingers fucking her, lapping up the nectar as it flowed from her.