Meeting Michelle

Meeting Michelle

The door to the coffee shop opened, and the girl I matched with walked through it. She was soaked from the rain.  Her hair was matted down and her black eye makeup was running. Fucking sexy as shit. It made her look like she just finished a multi hour tantric sex romp. Her rain soaked white tank top was clinging to her perfectly proportioned chest. Her jean shorts hugging her small, but perfectly rounded ass. This girl was who I looked for in the porn I watch, and now I had a chance to actually experience what I masturbated to every day. 

“Tara?” The girl asked, as she walked in. She definitely knew she was good in bed. She bled confidence. 

“Yep. Michelle?” I responded. 

“Ha ha, yes,” she said. 

I stood up as she approached, and we both hugged as if we were old friends. Just touching her turned me on so much. She felt cold from the rain, and as we hugged, I could feel her nipples through both of our shirts. Oh my god, I thought. I already felt like I was cheating.  

“Want a coffee?” I asked. “I need a new one anyway.”

“Sure” she said, smiling like she was up to something. 

We both got our coffees and sat back down at the table. 

“So what’s up?” Michelle asked. “This is me. I’m a real person,” she said with a laugh. 

“Yes you are,” I said, sharing the laugh with her.

“You’ve never done this before?” she asked.

“Nope.” I responded. “But I’ve wanted to.”

“So your man doesn’t know?” 

“No. Yours?” 

“No. He knows I’m bisexual though, Michelle explained. We have threesomes with girls sometimes and he thinks it’s for him,” she said with a grin. “Usually it’s me and another girl having sex while he’s there jerking off, or him fucking me while I eat a girl out. If he’s a good boy I’ll let him fuck the other girl while he watches her lick my pussy.” 

That’s so hot. All I could imagine was my boyfriend watching me and another girl. He’d probably cum in about ten seconds. 

“But,” she continued, “usually my experiences with other girls don’t include him.”

She reached across the table and took my hand in hers. 

“I have so much to show you,” she said. “I like breaking in new girls.”

I wanted her to have her way with me right then and there. Under the table, I felt her leg touch mine. Her skin was so smooth. So much sexier than a man’s hairy leg. I let my leg linger on hers, and I moved it back and forth on her skin. 

She got up from her seat across the table and sat in the chair next to me. 

“Is this ok?” she asked. 

“Yes,” I said coyly. Our shoulders, arms, hips and legs were now touching. 

 Her hand moved to under the table and rested on my thigh. We were in public, but neither of us cared. I put my hand on her thigh. We both moved our hands up our thighs. Her hand moved to the inside of my thigh and I could feel my pussy getting wet. I wanted her to taste it. 

“Come with me,” Michelle whispered in my ear. 

She got up, grabbed my hand and led me out of the coffee shop into the rain. 

I was willingly giving up the home field advantage. I just met this girl and now I’m letting her take me back to her place in her car. At this point, I fully planned on letting her do whatever she wanted to do to me. 

Michelle led me to her car. Her hand was still in mine as we approached it. Even as the cold rain came down, her hand was still so soft and warm. I could feel a pulse beating. Definitely mine. I was so excited for whatever was about to go down.

“Here’s me,” Michelle pointed to an older model Honda Civic.

I got into her car. I let go of her hand. I didn’t want to; her hand was so welcoming it felt like her small hand was giving my entire body a hug; one of those hugs you give a close friend after not having seen her for months None of Evan’s body parts made me feel like that. When Evan touched me, it was different. All of his touching was done for his own pleasure. With Michelle, it felt like she was touching me the way she wanted to be touched, and the way a woman would want to be touched.

She pulled out of the coffee shop parking lot and made her way toward her apartment. This is so scandalous, I thought. I can’t believe I’m doing this.

We pulled down her street; of course it was in the trendy area of the city. Along the road were beautiful trees lining it. Every house had a tree in front of it. I remember wishing it wasn’t raining, because on a clear night, this neighborhood had to be gorgeous.

She pulled into her house, and the anticipation was killing me. She lived on the second floor of a duplex. As she led me up the stairs she said “Don’t worry, the guy downstairs doesn’t hear anything I do. At least that’s what he told me.”

I gave a nervous laugh. “What about your boyfriend? Is he coming home soon?”

“Oh I forgot to tell you, we, broke up. He moved back into his old place last week. No boys tonight.”

The stairway ended at what looked like her living room. She didn’t have much decoration on the walls, but she had a really cool throw rug under her coffee table, seemingly to also protect the hardwood floors from the table’s legs.

“Have a seat, I’ll get us a drink.” She motioned to the couch. I sat down on the couch and just took everything in. There was a faint scent of incense in the air, as if it had been burning earlier. This girl is such a hippie, I thought. Fucking sexy, though. Definitely a freak in bed.

Michelle returned to the living room, holding two glasses of white wine. And that’s all she had. As she walked toward me, I noticed she was completely naked. Her body was a sight to behold. I had seen naked women before, but most of them were friends, my mom, and my sister. This was the first time I’d seen the naked body of a woman I was sexually attracted to. This feeling was overwhelming. My entire body was tingling with anticipation. My pulse was getting faster.

“Why are you naked?” I asked, realizing I probably sounded really stupid, since we matched on a hookup app, and we were back at her place.

“Tara, honey, why are you not naked?” she responded, as if it was completely preposterous that I still had clothes on.

“I didn’t know-“

“Shhh. Stop,” She said as she came closer, handed me a glass of wine, and sat next to me. “Let’s have a toast.”

I couldn’t help but gawk at her naked body. Her breasts were perfect. B cups. Perky. Both nipples were pierced, which was such a turn on for me. The studs going through both nipples were so inviting, I just wanted to lick them, or at least touch them. She had a thorny vine tattoo that ran from her left thigh up around her completely shaved pussy and her left side, almost to her left breast. On her chest, just underneath and in between her breasts, was a tattoo of a heart with a lock, and vines surrounding it. This chick was badass. I loved it.

“To life. And fun,” She said. We clanked glasses and I took a sip. She pounded half the glass. I picked mine back up and took a couple more sips. She set her glass down and took mine from my hand and set mine next to hers. “Don’t worry, hun, we won’t run out.” I was assuming she as talking about the wine.

She took both my hands in hers and looked me in the eye.

“Let’s take care of this,” She said. She let go of my hands and grabbed the bottom of my tank top and pulled it over my head. She looked at my bra, reached one hand around my back and unhooked it with one motion of her thumb and middle finger. She threw it to the side. She paused a moment to look at my chest. My breasts were not as perfect as hers. I was an A cup, but no one ever complained. I didn’t have any piercings or tattoos, but I was thin and toned.

She took her ands and cupped both of my breasts, thumbing the nipples and then massaging her two handfuls of me. “Mmm,” she said, licking her lips.

Michelle then moved her hands to my shoulders, then out of nowhere shoved me back onto the couch, grabbed my shorts and panties in one shot and thrust them down my legs and cost those aside as well.

“Much better,” she said. She looked at my pussy- which I had shaved just before our encounter- and slowly licked her upper lip, as if she were teasing a clit. She took my left hand and guided me back to a sitting up position. She moved as close to me as she could so that our naked bodies were touching. This time, there were no layers of clothing in between. Michelle picked up the two glasses of wine and handed me one. “Are you comfortable?” she asked.

Not terribly, I was thinking. “Yes, much better,” I decided to say.

“Why are you here?” Michelle asked.

“What do you mean? We matched and I wanted to see what it was like being with a girl.”

“Yeah I always match with straight girls. We’ll talk and sometimes meet, but a lot of times nothing happens. You’re here. Why are you here?”

“I-I don’t know,” I responded.

“You’ve never been a with a girl, yet you get in my car and come right to my place?” At this point, she seemed astounded that I came over.

“I think you’re cool.” I couldn’t have sounded any more lame if I had tried. The fact is, I did think she was cool. I wanted to be with her. We had only known each other a couple of hours, but I could definitely imagine actually dating this girl. This was never a thing for me before. I always was attracted to women, but I never wanted a relationship with one. But this girl; there was something about her. I wanted to go to brunches with her. I wanted to go to movies with her. I wanted to go dinner with her. I wanted her to be my date to weddings. Ok, slow down Tara. Just let whatever happens tonight happen.

“I think you’re cool too,” She said. With that, she shifted her wine to her left hand, and placed her right hand, which was cool from the chilled white wine, on my left thigh. She moved her hand in much the same way she moved it under the table at the coffee shop. She shifted it from my knee, up to my hip, back down to the knee, then into the inner thigh. This time, skin on skin. She kept her hand going until she touched my clit, which at that point was extremely moist. She fingered it just a little, then slid one finger into my lubricated pussy. She immediately pulled the finger out and brought it to her lips and into her mouth. She looked me directly in the eyes as she tasted me, then winked.

I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there. I loved how her body felt next to mine. I loved that she was dictating every move. I loved that I felt powerless to whatever she had planned. I loved knowing that whatever she had in store, I was going to absolutely just let it happen.

“You really get to know someone when you see them naked,” she said.

That was for sure. She kept staring at my body. And to be honest, I couldn’t stop staring at hers.

“I’ve been with a lot of women,” She said. “I only have orgasms when I’m with women. Or when I do it myself. Which I do a lot, but I’d rather have someone else make me cum.”

“How many women have you been with?” I asked.

“Oh I have no idea. It does’t matter,” she replied. “My favorite are straight girls who’ve never been with a girl before. It’s almost like a challenge. That’s part of why I’m so drawn to you. Especially the fact that you have a boyfriend.”

Her hand was back on my thigh, and I found myself touching her too.

“It’s ok, you can touch me. I want you to be comfortable,” She said. “Explore my body. You know what makes you feel good, so just do that to me.”

I moved my arm around her. I paused at her hip, then to her thigh. I moved my and to her stomach and then up to her breast. I needed to touch her nipple stud. I played with her nipple and stud between my thumb and index finger, then cupped the rest of her breast. It was so soft, but so firm at the same time. Meanwhile, she was still working my thigh and eventually started to massage my inner thigh. I continued to explore her body as she explored mine.

“When did you realize you were bi?” I asked.

“I don’t know if I would consider myself bisexual,” she replied. “I just consider myself sexual. I like having sex, whether it’s a guy or a girl, I don’t really care, as long as they’re fun. The most fun people to have sex with tend to be women, so I find myself more drawn to them.”

“Oh I see,” I said. “When was the first time you had sex with a girl?”

Michelle laughed.

“Well, it kind of happened by mistake. It’s pretty embarrassing,” she said. “Don’t judge me.”

“Haha, I won’t,” I said.

“Well, I was seventeen,” she explained. “It was summer and we were having a bonfire. My brother was home from college and my mom, me, my brother and his girlfriend were just sitting around the fire, talking. It got late and my mom went inside to go to bed, so then it left just my brother, his girlfriend and me. My brother was drinking a lot that night and he kept talking about how much sex he was having now that he was in college, and his girlfriend kept telling him to cool it. He eventually passed out, and me and his girlfriend carried him up to his bed and laid him down. We were so spent from carrying his drunk ass up the stairs that we just laid down on his bedroom floor and rested, then started talking. I noticed she had some tattoos, and I asked to see some of them. This was way before I had any tattoos. She said she had a few more but she couldn’t show me them. We both laughed, and I asked why not. She had been drinking a bit too and said oh why not, then took off her top and showed me. She had a heart tattooed around each of her nipples. Then she pulled down her shorts and showed me the rose tattoo she had around her pussy.”

“Holy shit,” I said, taking another sip of my wine.

“She asked if I liked them,” Michelle continued. “I told her I liked them a lot. She then asked me if there was anything else I liked. I told her I liked everything. She grabbed my face and guided it toward her pussy and told me to lick. I did. I never licked pussy before that night, but I knew exactly what to do. I made her cum, twice, then she pulled off my shorts and did the same for me. We made each other cum over the next hour or so, all while my brother was passed out on the bed in the same room. He never found out and it’s a secret we’ve kept to this day. And that was the night I found out how much fun it really is to have sex with women.”

She drank the rest of her wine in one quick motion, the set the glass back down on the coffee table.

“I’m just gonna grab the bottle,” She said as she jumped up off the couch and made her way through the hallway toward the kitchen. I couldn’t stand how much I loved watching her ass as she walked away. Her body was perfect.  

So there I sat, alone again. Naked this time. I kept replaying the story she had just told me in my head.  I touched my wet pussy and fingered myself just a little. I was so horny. I closed my eyes and imagined Michelle’s tongue playing with my clit. I stopped, and then tasted my fingers. So damn good.

Michelle came back in with the wine bottle in one hand, and she held something in the other hand. It was a purple vibrator. She refilled her glass and topped mine off. “Drink,” she said.

I did as I was told.

She sat on one side of the couch and spread her legs. I shifted my body so I could see what she was doing. I took another sip of wine. She used her index finger and middle finger to spread her pussy lips, then switched on the vibrator. She placed the tip of the vibrator on her clit and threw her head back and closed her eyes. “Mmmm,” she moaned, as I sat there and watched. I kept drinking. As she moved the vibrator in a circular motion around her clit, she used her other hand to massage her own breast, then fingering her nipple, then moving back to massaging her breast. I kept getting wetter and wetter just watching. I decided to start fingering myself and playing with my own breasts. The show was great, and I wanted to be part of it.

Michelle opened her eyes and saw what I was doing. She smiled a menacing smile, then took the vibrator and put it in her mouth, first licking her own pussy juices off it, then inserting it into her mouth as if she were sucking on a cock.

She got up and moved toward me and put her hand on my shoulder, pushing me back onto the cushions so I was laying down again. She moved her hand to my throat, made a slight choking motion and then with her other hand, gently touched the vibrator to my clit. I inhaled sharply, as the pleasure was sudden and intense. As she used the vibrator to massage my clit, her grip around my throat got gradually tighter. She moved her lips to mine and kissed me, softly at first, then she thrust her tongue into my mouth and used it to tease my own. Having her hand around my throat was starting to hurt, just a little, but I didn’t care. She pressed even harder on my throat. I couldn’t breathe. But that made my orgasm even more intense. I came so hard but I was ready for more

“Stand up,” Michelle said. As I did, she kissed me again. Hard. “Come this way.”

She led me to another room. Her bedroom.

Michelle threw me onto the bed. I was on my back. She got on top of me and slapped my face.

“Stay,” She demanded.

She exited the room but returned quickly. She had rope in her hand. She took my right hand and tied it to the bed post. The knot was strong. Holy fuck. She then took my other hand and tied it to the other bedpost. I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Make me cum you whore,” she demanded, as she climbed on top of me and thrust her pussy into my face. “Lick it.”

I started licking. Her pussy was so wet. It was all over my face and I loved it. She gripped both sides of my head and pushed it into her pussy and jostled it around as I ate her. I could feel her pussy contracting as she came, and at the same time she screamed in pleasure.

She then shifted her body around and flipped over. We were in the sixty-nine position. I kept eating her pussy, and I felt her mouth on mine. She spread my legs with her hands as far as they would go. She knew what shew was doing. It didn’t take long until I was ready to cum. I was so wet I could feel her face slipping all over my pussy. I was gushing. As I came, I felt her cum again, at the same time. No one had ever pleased me orally like this before. And our simultaneous orgasms made mine that much more intense.

After we both came, Michelle got up off the bed and just looked at me.

“That’s a good girl,” she said. “I’m not done with you yet.” She left the room again.

My wrists were starting to hurt from the ropes that were tying me to the bed. I was wondering what was next.

Michelle returned. She was holding a knife. She went to the ropes that were binding me and looked into my eyes.

“Should I cut you free?” She asked, holding the blade to the rope.

“Yes,” I said timidly.

“I can’t. We’re not done,” she said as she pulled the knife away from the rope. She then put the knife to my throat. It was sharp, I could feel it on my skin. She didn’t draw blood. She moved the knife from my neck, down my chest, to one of my nipples, down my stomach, then over my pussy and onto my thigh.

I started to become scared at this point.

“What should I do with her?” she asked, while still looking at me.

Now my heart was pounding. I was tied to a bed in a stranger’s house, and that stranger was holding a knife. What did I get myself into?

Michelle looked off into a dark corner of the room. The room was barely lit at all, but in that corner, it was almost spooky. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed there was a blinking red light. Was that a camera? Was all this being recorded?

“You’re done, she’s mine now,” said a woman’s voice. This was a new voice. It came from that corner with the flashing red light. Yes, there was a person holding a camera, recording. The woman was also naked. How did I not see her before?

The woman stepped out from the corner, coming closer to me. She handed the camera to Michelle, and Michelle took over recording. I could see the new woman’s body. She was a gorgeous woman, just a little older than Michelle and me. She had tattoos. The most prominent were the hearts around both nipples and the rose tattoo around her pussy.

Oh my god. 

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