Authors: Kendra Foster
6
Under the Pier
Lianna and Paige
My favorite public sex experience was a long time ago, but it’s as fresh in my mind as if it happened yesterday. My girlfriend, Paige, and I were 18 and it was our last summer together before we both went away to different colleges. We had been dating for three years and when summer turned to fall, with only days remaining in our hometown, we met up at the beach to reminisce and say our goodbyes.
The weather had turned overcast and chilly, so we dressed in jeans, hoodies and light jackets, and strolled hand-in-hand along the water’s edge. There were only a few other people out, and we felt safer than usual being intimate in public since our jackets and hoodies concealed our gender. The cool wind blew Paige’s long chestnut hair into my face and her green eyes sparkled as we talked about old times and our plans for the future. The more we talked, the more I realized how heartbroken I would be when we were finally apart.
I gripped Paige’s hand tightly in mine as we slowly approached the end of the pier and looked out into the vast, seemingly endless ocean. I turned to Paige, pulled her into me by her waist and kissed her soft, full, lips. She slid her hands inside my jacket and around my back and returned the kiss, pressing her firm, round breasts into mine.
After about three seconds of kissing, a light mist began falling from the darkening sky, so I grabbed Paige’s hand again and we headed back down the pier toward the beach. By the time we reached the sand, the light mist had turned into a light rain. With our hoodies and jackets over our heads, we ducked under the pier where it met the ground. We found a dry spot where the rain couldn’t reach us and snuggled in close together.
“Lie back,” I told Paige, as I gently pressed against her shoulder. She did as I asked and reclined back onto the sand. I moved on top of her, put my hands on her breasts and lovingly kissed my way up her neck to her tender, parting lips. “I’ll miss you so much,” I told her, kissing her as though I would never see her again.
“I’ll miss you, too,” she replied. “I’ll always love you, Lianna.” My heart melted.
Paige then rolled me over onto my back, much to my surprise, and straddled my right thigh so that her right thigh was wedged into my crotch, against my clit. Her long, silky hair fell around my head and surrounded it with its sweet-scented softness. Her femininity was infinitely arousing, and I was feeling more stimulated by the second.
“Do you like that?” she asked in a low, lustful tone as she ground her thigh into my pussy.
“I love it,” I answered, pulling her head down so her lips could again meet mine. I tongued her mouth hard as I pushed my pussy and thigh up into her. Her intense passion was flowing into me, and I was absorbing it and sending it back into her.
Paige slowly slid a hand under my jacket, hoody and shirt to squeeze and massage my braless breasts, and the thrilling sensations titillated my already throbbing clit. Paige seemed to sense this, and she squeezed harder on my breast while grinding her thigh deeper into my pussy. I grasped her probing leg between mine and rubbed my clit up and down against her. When she thrust her long, hot tongue into my mouth, I couldn’t hold back. I came in repeated waves of orgasmic bliss, writhing and grinding into her thigh.
Her climax followed quickly on the heels of mine, and afterward we remained there, cuddled in each other’s warm, loving embrace. We watched the rain come down and savored our final moments of innocent, youthful love. I looked into her eyes and wished our intimate embrace under the pier would last forever.
To this day, I remember exactly how Paige looked in that moment. I can still smell her perfume, feel her pillowy lips on mine and taste the cherry Life Savers candy she sucked on before we kissed. It wasn’t a particularly adventurous or wild encounter, but it is memorable for me because of how special Paige was to me as my first true love – the one with whom I shared my innocence and youth as much as my heart. It was a beautiful experience, and after all these years, even though I never saw her again, I still love her as much as I did that day. And I always will.
7
Cosplay Convention
Cassandra and Emily
I’ve been a fan of Wonder Woman since I was a kid, and when I heard about cosplay (costume play) as an adult, I bought a costume and started dressing up like her. I’ve come to really enjoy dressing up and going to conventions to check out other people’s attempts to look like their heroes. A lot of people might see it as a nerdy, cheesy thing to do, but it’s actually a lot of fun if you go in with a good, playful, open attitude.
Last year’s convention in California was one I’ll never forget. I had finally perfected both my costume and my physique and was feeling more confident than ever. I was flooded with compliments, and everywhere I went, heads turned in my direction. One of those heads immediately caught my eye. It was a cute, busty blonde dressed as Supergirl. Her hard nipples strained against the tight material of her costume, and her curvy hips and breasts appeared to be trying to burst free. I felt her eyes on me as I unconsciously, shamelessly looked her up and down.
“Like what you see?” she asked, putting her hand on her hip and shifting her weight.
“I do,” I admitted, and looked her directly in the eye. “I like it a lot,” I added, moving toward her.
“I like your costume, too,” she said with a friendly, encouraging smile.
It turned out Supergirl and I shared much in common. We had both been early and loyal fans of our respective superheroines, we were both lesbians, we were both single and we were both getting increasingly aroused as we talked. She was my ideal woman physically, spiritually, emotionally and in every other conceivable way. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and from the look on her face, the feelings were mutual. I looked around the enormous room and saw an open space near the windows with a great view of the city.
“Come on,” I said, taking Supergirl’s hand in mine. “Let’s go over there where there’s a little more breathing room.” Supergirl squeezed my hand tight and happily followed along.
“What’s your name?” I asked, as we made it to the windows and I spun her around with her back against the glass.
“Emily,” she said with a wink. “What’s yours?”
“I’m Cassandra. It’s very nice to meet you, Emily,” I said, lifting my plastic sword up to the hem of her short red skirt. I lifted just a bit more until I could see that she wasn’t wearing panties. I let the hem drop, slid my sword down her inner thigh and said, “It looks like Supergirl is a naughty heroine. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?” I sternly asked, and slowly slid the sword back up her inner thigh to rest against her superpussy.
“I’m a bad girl who wants to be better, but I need a strong female role model to show me how, to teach me to be more disciplined and good.” She pouted at me with her full red lips and acted coy.
“For me to properly train and discipline you, you must fully submit to my will.” I looked deeply into her eyes, moved my body closer into hers and slid the edge of my soft plastic sword between her slippery inner lips. Emily’s body briefly spasmed with pleasure, before she regained her composure.
“I promise to submit fully. Your wish is my command,” she said as she clamped down tightly around my sword with her pussy and thighs. I gently stroked it back and forth, tickling and rubbing her clit and slit. She writhed against my long weapon and moaned as she reached for and touched my breasts. “Kiss me,” she begged.
The rest of the world disappeared as I moved in for a deep, sensual kiss. Emily pulled me in tight by my hips and sucked my tongue hard. She bobbed her head on it in a rhythm matching my sword strokes below, and I could feel her getting hotter and more worked up by the second.
As the pace and pressure of my probing tongue and sword increased, Emily began to convulse and shake in my arms. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” she repeated as she crested the wave. Then, finally, “Yes! Yes!” I pushed my sword hard against her pleasure-infused pussy and she ground even harder back into it for almost a minute. Then her muscles began to relax, her breathing slowed, her touch softened.
“I purified your pussy and drained it of its evil with my magical sword,” I whispered into her ear as I hugged her close and kissed her neck one last time. “You’re a good girl now. You’re my girl now,” I told her.
A broad, beaming smile crept across Emily’s face. She passionately returned my kiss and vowed, “Till the end of time, I’m yours, Wonder Woman. I promise I’ll always be a loyal servant of your powerful sword.”
Supergirl Emily kept her promise and remains my loyal and committed sidekick. And with lots of cosplay fun in the bedroom, our sexual superpowers and our relationship are growing stronger every day.
8
Lesbian Retreat
Dara and Allison
I went to a lesbian retreat in the woods of Northern California a few years ago and it turned out to be an unexpected, life-altering experience. The whole weeklong event was a great time. There was yoga, mud baths, hiking, kayaking, music and a lot of fun, attractive, interesting women.
I made many new friends and connections at the retreat, but my strongest connection and best memory was made on my final night with a woman I had been crushing on the entire week. Allison was athletic with strong, toned legs, a tight, round bubble-butt and a graceful, confident style that I found irresistible. She had wavy, short dark hair and a smile that could light up the forest we were in. She was super cute, and she played a starring role in more than one of my late night fantasies at the retreat.
On our last night, we all sat in a clearing in the woods in a large circle around the campfire. The moon was almost full and a blanket of stars lit us from above. A light breeze ruffled our hair now and then, and it seemed as if Mother Nature had prepared the perfect night just for us.
“Okay everyone. Can I have your attention, please?” our leader, Kate, said as the music and talking died down. “We’re going to begin our final exercise now, so please give me your full attention.” Once everyone was quiet and looking in her direction, Kate continued. “Tonight we’re going to examine lesbian sexuality and address the unconscious shame that many of us feel about sex and our bodies. Straight men celebrate sex and all its many pleasures, and God knows gay men do, but as lesbians, we are too frequently focused on issues of shame surrounding sex. We slut shame or we bristle when we perceive one of our lesbian friends as being too overtly sexual. We become defensive if we think someone is objectifying women’s bodies and we have an unspoken set of rules for what is and isn’t appropriate sexual behavior for our lesbian sisters. Honestly, it is oppressive.”
Kate pulled out a large Playboy centerfold of a naked woman, held it up and asked, “How do you feel when I show you this?” she asked.
“Offensive,” one woman reflexively responded.
“Unrealistic male fantasy,” another added.
“Turned on,” Allison said with a wry smile. Then she asked, “What?” when she saw the disapproving frowns on many of the women’s faces. “It’s a pretty, naked woman and I’m lesbian. Why’s it wrong to be turned on?”
“Allison has a valid point,” Kate announced. “Do you think gay men would scold another gay man for finding a picture of an attractive nude man arousing?” she asked rhetorically as the frowning women reconsidered their reactions. “It is important for us all to respect each other as women, but it is also important that we do not deny our own natural, innate drives and passions for fear of being inappropriate. Mother Nature gave us the many pleasures and joys that come with lust and sex for a reason. It is a tremendous gift to be able to feel those wondrous, powerful, intense sensations. To deny them or see them as immoral or bad in some way is to commit a far greater sin than indulging in them.”
Kate had a rapt, captive audience. She was making sense, and we were all curious to hear what was next. It was about this time that the marijuana pipe that was making its way around the circle reached me. The woman to my left had refilled it after her puff, so I took a long, strong, drag and felt the effects almost immediately. Kate had brought the weed to help us “expand our consciousness.” I wasn’t sure whether or not it was actually doing that, but it made me feel relaxed, mellow and amorous, so I wasn’t complaining.
“What I would like to do now is ask for two volunteers for a shame-free sex demonstration,” Kate continued. “Would anyone like to volunteer?” she asked, and I felt my hand go up. The pot had made me lose my usual inhibitions, and I was up for anything. Much to my surprise, I saw Allison’s hand raise, too, and she smiled at me. I thought that maybe I was just so high that I imagined it, but it turned out to be real.
“Okay,” Kate began again. “Allison and Dara, stand over here where everyone can see you.” We did as she said and stood next to each other facing the large circle of lesbians. “Now, Allison, remove Dara’s top.” Allison pulled my tank top over my head, allowing my 38C’s to hang freely in the wind before everyone. “Dara, remove Allison’s top,” Kate instructed, and I did. Allison had perky, full A-cups that were just the right size for her slim, athletic build. “How do you feel seeing each other’s breasts?” Kate asked us.
“A little self-conscious,” I confessed.
“She’s got nice ones,” Allison said, staring at my exposed bare boobs. “I feel like I would like to touch them,” she said, still looking at my nakedness. I appreciated the compliment and could feel my nipples getting hard.
“If you feel like touching them, Allison, why don’t you ask Dara if you may?” Kate encouraged.
“May I?” Allison asked. When I nodded yes, she lifted her strong hands and began gently caressing and massaging my breasts. “They feel good,” she said, and smiled at me.
“How does it feel to have Allison touching your breasts?” Kate asked me.
“I love it. It’s making me … want more,” I answered.
“More what?” Kate prodded.
“More of her. More of her touch. It makes me want to get closer to her.”
“This is how it should be,” Kate explained, turning to face the rest of the women again. “You should be able to thoroughly enjoy the pleasure of touching another woman, or being touched by one, without feeling all the negative emotions we’ve been conditioned to feel. You are not wrong to enjoy touch. As Dara said, it brings you closer. It bonds. It is good, not bad.” She turned back to face us again as Allison continued softly rubbing my excited breasts. “Dara said that your touch makes her want more of you, Allison. Do you want more of Dara?”
“Yes,” Allison said, smiling slyly at me. “Very much so.”
“Unbutton and remove Dara’s shorts and panties,” Kate said, “if Dara is okay with it,” she quickly added.
I nodded my head in the affirmative, and Allison slowly, seductively unzipped, unbuttoned and dropped my shorts to the ground. Then she knelt down with her face in front of my crotch and gently inched my panties down to reveal my neatly-trimmed pussy. The cool night air tickled my skin. I felt like a wild animal in my nakedness before the group, and the anticipation of what would come next excited me.
“Touch Dara’s pussy,” Kate told Allison, and Allison cupped it with her hand. Then, without Kate telling her to do so, she secretly inserted her middle finger and rubbed it up and down my increasingly wet slit. “How does her pussy feel?” Kate asked Allison.
“It feels warm, soft, wet,” she said, still gently stroking me with her finger.
“Everyone, line up behind Allison,” Kate ordered the other 14 women present. “Now, I want each of you to slide a finger inside Dara’s lips and feel her sexual pleasure and excitement yourself. Feel her natural juices flowing and touch the beautiful, feminine breasts Nature gave her, too, if you have the urge.”
Woman after woman came up and slid a finger into me, and some simultaneously squeezed my breasts. It was indescribably arousing to feel all those different shapes and sizes of fingers, with their varying levels of pressure and probing curiosity. There were short, stubby ones, long slender ones, ones with stimulating rings. I felt like I was being teasingly fingerbanged by a gang of lesbians, and it was almost enough to make me cum right there.
When the last woman pulled her finger from my fully engorged inner lips, I glanced over at Allison and she had a jealous, lustful look in her eyes. I could tell she was turned on and wanted me, and that fact increased my arousal tremendously.
“This is how our bodies work,” Kate explained to the group. “This is how Mother Nature designed it to work, and there is no reason to feel embarrassed or ashamed. Now, Dara, I want you to spread your legs further apart, and Allison, get on your knees between Dara’s legs,” Kate said, and we complied. “Slide the tip of your tongue over her clit and flick it,” she told her, and Allison followed the order. Her tongue felt warm, soft and wet, and I instantly wanted more. “How does that feel, Dara?” Kate asked.
That was it. I had reached my breaking point and couldn’t take the torturously teasing slow pace any longer. I released a deep, passionate moan, put my hands on the back of Allison’s head and pulled her face hard into my tongue-hungry pussy. “Oh!” I moaned again as I held her tongue tight into me. I had never craved satisfaction so badly in my life. “Lick me,” I said, desperate for more tongue. “Please, lick me.”
Allison happily complied with my request, grabbing my ass with both hands and burying her face as deeply into my pussy as it would go. Within seconds, I was releasing all of my passion and excitement into her mouth while thrusting and bucking hard into her talented tongue. When my pussy was completed drained and spent, Allison kissed her way up my body, sucked and massaged my breasts and gave me the most sensual, loving kiss I’ve ever had in my life.
“What you’ve all witnessed is Mother Nature’s natural beauty in action,” Kate said to our eagerly observing audience. “No shame, no judgment. Just pure goodness, pure pleasure and a stronger bond not just between ourselves, but also between us and Nature. I encourage you all to allow yourselves to accept and fully embrace all the wonderful aspects of your lesbianism that you’ve been conditioned to perceive as bad or wrong. You deny Mother Nature herself when you deny your natural instincts. For your love and energy to flow freely, you must learn this lesson and practice being more open and accepting of your body and its desires.”
Allison and I have both become more open and accepting of our bodies, and each other’s, since that incredible night at the retreat. As recent newlyweds, we’ve been getting lots of practice lately. Maybe one day we’ll create a retreat of our own, but for now we’re staying busy perfecting the process that Kate so generously taught us.