THE BELLY BUTTON RING

THE BELLY BUTTON RING.

Suzy and I had been friends ever since she and her husband moved in to the house down the lane about three years ago. By that I don't mean close friends, just good neighbours. After all, although we lived technically next door to each other there was actually nearly a quarter of a mile between our houses on this country lane. Even so we got on well enough, sharing interests as women of around the same age (late twenties) usually do, and if one or the other of us got bored when our spouses were at work we would text each other and then visit for a coffee and a chat. Until one day last September when she called around to share a coffee and a gossip, because that was the day our friendship changed.

Summer had nearly gone, but the day was warm enough that we decided to take advantage of the late sunshine and take our coffees outside for one last time. We sprawled out side by side on the grass, soaking up the rays and debating a particularly thorny issue that our government had got itself mired in. We stand at opposite ends of the political divide and in a friendly way such discussions can sometimes become quite heated. In point of fact we are pretty much opposite in most things. She's vegetarian and I'm not, she's dark haired and I'm blonde, she's slim almost to the point of being skinny while I'm much fuller figured. Even our taste in clothes is different, on that occasion I wore a bright loose fitting summer dress and Suzy wore a short pink top and a pair of grey sweatpants, a combination that somehow succeeded in showing off her glorious figure. Anyway, on this particular day I was trying hard to make a point in our discussion and it seemed to me that Suzy was being more deliberately obtuse than usual and refusing to see the obvious, and so I rolled onto my side to face her and to argue my point more forcefully. I was waving my free arm about and becoming more and more frustrated while she lay with her hands behind her head and a tiny smile on her face as if to say I could say what I liked but I was still clearly wrong.

Eventually, as usually happened, she began to giggle at the absurdity of it and, also as usual, I climbed down from my moral high horse and joined in the laughter. As our amusement slowly subsided I lay there, propped on one elbow and looking down at her, and then I spotted something I'd not noticed before. With her hands behind her head her top had pulled up a little to expose a few inches of midriff, and there I saw a gold ring with a little blue stone shining in the sunlight.

‘I didn't know you'd had your belly button pierced' I remarked, staring at her stomach.

‘Yes, I had it done about a year ago.' Suzy glanced down at her own stomach and then relaxed back, making no attempt to pull her top down.

‘Don't you think you're a bit old to have that done?' I asked, frowning slightly.

‘Bloody hell, Charlotte! You can be very conventional at times. I just fancied having it done and so I did.' She responded, but then her face took on a more serious look. ‘Mind you, I do have to be a bit careful what I wear with it because sometimes it catches on my clothes and that can hurt.'

‘Yes, I can imagine.' I thought about it and shuddered. My navel can be quite tender as it was without having a hole punched into it. Without thinking I reached out and touched the ring, gently moving it with my fingertips.

‘Why don't you get one?' She asked, knowing full well what my answer would be.

‘Oh no! No thank you.' I shook my head vehemently, making her giggle again. ‘Doesn't it get sore?' I was still manipulating it with my fingers as I asked.

‘It did when I first had it done but not now, unless it gets pulled.'

I think she was dropping a deliberate hint for me be careful rather than to leave it alone, but I let go of it anyway and ran my fingers in a circle around her belly button instead, wondering vaguely to myself what it would feel like to have one done.

For a few minutes we remained like that, me with my fingertips idly circling her navel while I was lost in thought and with Suzy was laying there smiling, gazing up at my preoccupied face. Suddenly I realised what I was doing and snatched my hand away,

‘Sorry Suzy, I was miles away.'

‘That's all right.' She smiled lazily. ‘I didn't mind, it was quite nice actually.'

The way she said it seemed to carry an unspoken invitation for me to continue, and so I did. I was intrigued by her piercing, but I was also surprised by the feel of her skin, so soft and yet at the same time so smooth and firm. I'd never touched a woman's abdomen apart from my own and I was quite enjoying the different feel of Suzy's, her flat athletic stomach so unlike my own softer and more rounded one. So I let my fingertips continuously circle her navel, perhaps carrying on past the point where I could reasonably be expected to stop. I was doing it out of a sense of mischief as much as enjoyment, and doing it so lightly as to be hardly touching her and then sometimes turning my fingers over so that my nails trailed across her skin, making her flesh jump from the sensation. I was expecting her to react by telling me to pack it in or by batting my hand away, but instead she deliberately relaxed and gazed at the sky, ignoring me to the point of eventually closing her eyes as if asleep. Perversely that made me all the more determined to get some sort of reaction and so we continued like that for a little while, with me purposely stroking her skin and with Suzy deliberately ignoring it. Eventually I did get a response, but it wasn't what I expected.

‘That really does feel nice.' She said suddenly. ‘It's very soothing.'

‘I'm glad.' I replied quietly. I was glad, it was different and just a bit naughty, and I was getting a sort of childish kick out of doing it.

After a little while I intentionally let my fingertips slide up an inch or so under the bottom edge of her top each time, purposely exploring just that little bit further than I really should have, mainly because I wondered what her reaction to that would be. I did it, not because I especially wanted to touch more of her, but because I was feeling put out at not getting the reaction I'd expected before and determined now to push my luck until I did. I have to say that although I was genuinely enjoying what I was doing, there was no motive other than to see what she would do. Her reaction, when it came, was again not what I expected at all.

She just reached down and pulled the hem of her top right up until it revealed the bottom of her lacy white bra, purposely exposing all of her stomach and opening her eyes and looking up at me with a ‘You didn't think I would, did you?' expression on her face. She was right; I didn't think she would, especially in that ‘I dare you' manner. Deliberately caressing a woman's stomach was not something I'd ever done before, nor ever had expected to. But if she thought I wouldn't then of course I had to do it, and so I began to stroke all of her exposed skin, letting my fingers roam from the waistband of her rather low slung pants to the bottom edge of the innocently white bra that now peeped from under her top. For a moment or two she gazed up at me with a slightly surprised look on her face, but then she sighed with contentment and shrugged. Meanwhile I grinned with silly excitement at having ‘won' that challenge.

Almost immediately she placed her hands back behind her head and made a deliberate show of closing her eyes once more as if sleeping in the sunshine, trying to make me think she didn't care one way or the other. Of course to me that was even more of a challenge and so I resolved to keep doing it until she actually stopped me. To my surprise I quickly realised that I didn't really want that to be too soon and so I made sure that my movements were as soft and gentle as I possibly could, starting by circling her navel with its little gold ornament and slowly circling outwards until I reached the edge of her clothes, and then working my way back inwards, my fingertips still barely making contact with her skin. I kept that up until I got an almost inaudible murmur of pleasure from her, which surprised me a little, but even then I had no intention of stopping until she indicated in some way that enough was enough and so I kept right on stroking her stomach.

The whole thing was becoming amusingly adventurous in a strange kind of way. We seemed to have entered into a kind of contest to see who would let things go furthest. All thoughts of the original reason for my actions, her piercing, had completely vanished, but I don't think either of us was looking on it as erotic in any way, I certainly wasn't. But I will admit that I was quite enjoying the feel of Suzy's warm skin under my fingers.

I suppose it would have looked bizarre, perhaps even a little bit suspect, to anyone watching, with me wearing a slightly wolfish grin and softly tracing circles on another woman's stomach and with that other woman simply laying there and ignoring it as if asleep. For myself, I felt just vaguely excited at what was happening, instinctively acknowledging that it wasn't something that housewives should normally do and getting unexpected extra pleasure from being ever so slightly wicked. Besides, I couldn't stop now, could I? That would be as good as letting Suzy win and I wasn't about to do that. So after a little while, when she obviously wasn't going to take any action over what I was doing, I looked to push things a little further.

Being slim Suzy's hips left a little gap each side between the waistband of her sweatpants and her stomach and so I dipped my fingertips under it and let them glide along an inch or so under the elastic, sure that this time she'd call a halt. She didn't. Even when I ran my fingers along under her waistband and then back again she didn't. In fact she just lay there with a tiny smile on her face while I did it. I shrugged to myself and pulled my fingers from under her sweatpants and went back to gently circling her stomach once again. But I wasn't giving up, each time my circling led me down below her naval I dipped my fingertips under the waistband again and stroked her there. I began to find that my rather intimate trespassing was giving me a thrill that I hadn't expected and certainly wouldn't admit to. But I did begin to wish that I could stroke more delicately across that lower part of her stomach instead of my fingers being pressed into her flesh by the tightness of her waistband. I knew I would evoke a greater response if I could just let my fingertips run along with feather lightness, although what sort of response I wanted I was no longer quite sure.

Eventually I decided to push my luck once more and take things a little further. I stopped what I was doing and, looking intently into her face, I pushed my hand a little further down inside her pants and tried to use the back of my hand to ease them away a little in the hope of giving myself less constricted access to her skin.

‘Cheeky.' She made no effort to stop me; in fact she didn't even open her eyes - but she said everything with that single word.

That word told me that she genuinely didn't mind and gave me definite enticement to continue. As I looked down at Suzy laying there so appealingly I realised that my lips were suddenly in need of licking and that my heart was beating just that little bit faster. Now, for the first time, on my part at least there was just a slight element of eroticism to our interaction. I no longer wanted her to stop me; I just wanted to find out how far she would let me go.

I pushed against her pants once more and this time she amazed me by lifting her bottom, just enough to let me push them down a little way, revealing the top of her panties, innocent white to match her bra. My heart flipped, seeing those panties told me in no uncertain terms exactly what I was doing and suddenly I didn't know if I had the nerve to carry on. Slowly and very tentatively I touched her skin again, letting my fingertips skate across the newly exposed bit of her belly before circling as before. I knew in my heart what I wanted to do, and I was pretty sure Suzy wanted it too, her tongue had also flicked out to moisten dry lips. But what if I was wrong? We were on the verge of doing something that we would never forget for the rest of our lives, whatever the outcome. I hung back, trying to quieten my nerves and to calm my excitement, just skimming the top of her panties as I went around. I was scared to continue, and even more scared of looking a coward by not doing.

Several times I softly circled her stomach, each time barely touching the top of her panties, until finally I held my breath and let my fingertips explore just a fraction of an inch under them. The first time there was no reaction at all from Suzy, nothing to say she had even noticed, although she must have. I did it again, stroking around the top of her stomach and then trailing my fingers slowly lower until they found their way under her elastic. That time I heard her suck in a sudden breath, reacting to my action but without explicitly telling me yes or no. I circled again and then dipped further under until the tips of my fingers caressed the very top of her pubes, just touching the soft curly hair. This time she gave an almost inaudible sigh, a soft sound of pleasure that gave me the nerve to continue. I was almost shivering with excitement at the possibilities opening up to me.

I wandered around her abdomen once again but then, instead of circling lower and lower so that my fingers finally encountered her panties I plucked up courage and plunged straight down, diving under them and down into her pubes. Her eyes popped open in surprise and then she smiled up at me, willing me to go on. I pushed my hand a little further down until my fingertips found the edge of her pubis. Then I noticed that I was breathing even faster and my heart was pounding with excitement. I was shocked to find that I was really turned on. I wanted to touch her even though I'd never touched another girl - ever. For a moment I hesitated there but I looked down at Suzy and I could see her eyes getting bright with anticipation and desire. I didn't quite know what to do now. I hadn't intended for my teasing to become so explicitly sexual and I wasn't sure I could handle it.

‘Yes.' She whispered abruptly, her legs parting to give me room. ‘I want you to.'

I had to continue now, I needed to and Suzy wanted me to. I'd taken things too far to back away even if I'd intended to. I pushed down a little further, my fingertips going over the edge and down to seek her pussy. She groaned with excitement, and I think I did too, exploring as far as I could reach with my fingertips. The trouble was that I couldn't reach far enough. Her clothes were still trapping my fingers, clamping them to her pubes with the top of her slit tantalisingly close to my fingertips. I pushed at her clothing again with the back of my hand, trying to force enough room for my invading fingers. I partly succeeded, my fingers slid down more until I could feel the soft warmth of her pussy against them. I pushed again, trying to make enough room to explore properly. Now I could just feel her clit against my fingertips, frustratingly close but with no room to do anything. I pushed again, but I couldn't make myself any more room to manoeuvre.

‘Wait a moment.' Her strained voice made me automatically back off, wondering what was wrong.

But there was nothing wrong, far from it. Suzy lifted her hips and pushed her own pants and underwear down in one go, bringing them down to where she could lever them off one leg with her other foot and then reach down and pull them both off altogether. I leaned away and gazed at her amazed, not expecting that at all. She looked at me and grinned lopsidedly before reaching behind herself to unhook her bra and then pull that off along with her top, leaving her absolutely naked on the grass.

‘I'm all yours now.' She said huskily, laying back just as she had before, eyes closed and with her hands clasped behind her head, but this time with her legs spread open in invitation.

For a minute or so I just gazed down, still shocked, taking in the beauty of her body without touching her. I stared openly at her pert little breasts, so much smaller than mine, but with longer darker nipples that stood there noticeably engorged and welcoming, just crying out to be played with. She lay there waiting impatiently, her tongue flicking out across her lips and her chest rising and falling with her need. I was so nervous it took me ages before I reached out very tentatively to rest my hand gently on her breast, feeling the hardness of her nipple pressing into my palm. She didn't say anything, but I could see her lips curving in silent pleasure. I let my hand stay there for a moment and then I began to caress her, wandering all over her torso, stroking both breasts in turn, gently pinching her nipples as I passed and being rewarded with a little murmur of pleasure each time, then roaming over her shoulders, her arms, her stomach and even the tops of her thighs. I was enjoying it, this unfamiliar contact with someone of my own sex. It was giving me an equally unfamiliar thrill, and so I kept on exploring her with my hand and my eyes.

I was touching her almost everywhere, stroking and caressing all over her body - except that one place, the place I so dearly wanted to feel and that she so clearly wanted me to. But I still didn't know if I dare, even though I could feel my own nipples swelling inside my bra and my pussy lubricating in response to the thought of playing with hers. I knew deep inside that I was going to do it; I was going to play with another woman, but I kept putting off the moment, doing another circuit of her naked body and then yet another. By now my heart was hammering so loudly I was sure she could hear it. The idea of taking that last step was scaring me. I desperately wanted to do it, I had too. Eventually I took a deep breath, screwed up my nerve and slid my hand right down her body, over her pubes and down between her legs, placing it firmly over her pussy. Suzy groaned loudly, lifting herself slightly to push herself into my hand. I pressed my hand firmly against her, cupping her pussy and feeling her moist warmth on my palm.

‘Oh my god, that's amazing.'

That was all the encouragement I needed. Now I felt confident enough to investigate her more fully. Our desires and intentions were out in the open, no more wondering. All of a sudden there were two things I wanted to do. Firstly I wanted to find out what it felt like to play with another pussy besides my own, and secondly... well, secondly I simply wanted to make Suzy come. I hadn't intended that when I started, but now it was suddenly the most important thing in the world.

She was already wet and open with arousal and so I just used my middle finger to explore between her labia, letting it run up and down from the little nubbin of her clitoris to the slippery entrance to her vagina and back, wanting to find out what a different pussy felt like. She moaned with pleasure and reached out to hang her hand around my back, her fingers gripping onto my shoulder each time my finger reached her clit. I smiled to myself, knowing what she was silently telling me.

I concentrated on her clit then, sure it was what she wanted, using my first two fingers to stroke her, slowly and very gently at first, being rewarded by quiet little moans and fingers gripping me tighter, encouraging me to continue. She had her eyes open now, gazing up at me as she licked her dry lips again before giving me a totally unexpected and cheeky little wink. I couldn't help but wink back. We'd assured each other now that everything was ok. Now I began to use the two fingers together to move sideways back and forth across her button, again slowly and gently at first but soon moving more and more quickly until I was strumming as rapidly as I could. All the time I was listening to her breathing becoming louder and harsher and then I felt her begin to writhe under my touch. Suddenly she let out a quick gasp and arched her back, pushing herself at my fingers, gasping and jerking under my fingers.

‘My god Charlotte, I don't usually come that quick.' She panted, resting back onto the grass.

I moved my hand away and grinned down at her. ‘I didn't know if I could do it well enough.'

‘Well, you can. And then some.'

She just lay there naked and with her legs spread wide, her chest still heaving, making no attempt to cover herself up.

‘Have you done it before?' She asked suddenly, as if the idea had just come to her. ‘To a woman I mean?'

I shook my head. ‘No.' I answered simply.

‘Are you going to do it again?' She asked, looking up a little slyly.

I chose to both deflect it and answer it all in one go. ‘Are you going to let me?'

Suzy laughed breathlessly. ‘What do you think?'

‘Good, but there's something I want to do first.'

‘What's that?' She said it with a raised eyebrow, perhaps having an idea that whatever it was might be just as pleasurable. I didn't answer; I just shuffled down the grass until my face was level with her beautiful breasts. Ever since she'd stripped off I'd been captivated by her lovely nipples, they were so much longer than mine, like little rubber pencil erasers mounted on her gorgeously firm breasts. Now I was going to do what had been in the back of my mind ever since.

I leaned over and fastened my mouth firmly over the nearest one, sucking it in and closing my lips around it before placing my hand over her other breast. I was in heaven, clutching and massaging one breast while sucking and flipping my tongue over the nipple of the other.

‘Oh yes.' She whispered, her arm going around my shoulders and hugging me closer.

I grinned a little into her breast and carried on flicking the end of her nipple with my tongue. It wasn't long before I started to do something to her other breast that I like having done to mine, I changed from gently massaging to squeezing quite firmly and then taking her nipple between finger and thumb and pulling at it. I didn't know if Suzy would like it, but I love it so it was worth at least a try. I soon found out that she did like it, but not as hard as I do. She groaned deep in her throat and placed one hand over mine.

‘Yes.' She whispered. ‘That feels good, but not too hard.'

I backed off a little, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb instead. But at the same time I began nibbling at her other one, nibbling very gently and tugging at it with my teeth. She moaned softly again and squeezed me briefly with the arm around my shoulders, as if as a sign of approval. I kept on, chewing lightly until I felt her hand move to the zipper at the back of my dress and begin to ease it down. I didn't mind, I think I'd been waiting for it, and I liked the feel of her hand on my skin as she found her way inside and stroked my back. But then suddenly she pulled it out and rested it on top of my shoulder.

‘Charlotte, you're wearing far too much.' She told me, pushing the dress over my shoulder and as far down my arm as she could.

‘I guess I am.' I answered, knowing what she was hinting at.

Rather reluctantly I let go of her breasts and stood up to face her, feeling behind myself to finish unzipping my dress. I wanted to do it but I wasn't finding it easy, I'm a bit self conscious of my body, thinking I carry to much weight and too little shape, but I was too aroused now for that to stop me. Slowly and a little hesitantly I took the rest of my clothes off and dropped them in a heap beside hers. I was long past being nervous about playing with another woman now, although I did have a fleeting concern about what might happen if our husbands ever found out - but they weren't going to, were they? My main worry was that fit and beautiful Suzy might change her mind once she saw me in the nude. For a few moments I made myself stand there naked in front of her, my feet planted apart and my hands on my hips, just letting her stare hungrily at me and feeling absurdly anxious at being stared in that way.

‘Very nice.' She smiled. ‘I didn't know you had boobs as lovely as that.'

Although she couldn't know it, commenting on my breasts like that was probably the worst possible thing and it made me suddenly very self-conscious. They're my least likeable asset in my eyes, even though they are larger than Suzy's. I really don't like them very much, they're not half as firm as they should be at my age and my nipples are too flat and pink, even when I'm turned on. I covered them with my hands and hurriedly sat down beside her, feeling embarrassed.

‘Don't.' She admonished me, ‘They're gorgeous.'

I took my hands away and forced myself to let her look at them, sure that she would compare them unfavourably with her own. But she didn't. I could see the hunger in her eyes, I could see she wanted so much to touch and play with them and in truth I wanted her to. I was intensely turned on now, but I was still so unsure and so embarrassed that I deliberately rolled on my side and reached over to suck at her nipple again in order to hide myself from her view. I couldn't help myself.

‘You devil.' She gasped, not wanting me to stop but feeling thwarted in her aims. ‘You know I like that.'

I needed to take her mind off of my body altogether, and so instead of gripping her other breast again I slid my hand right down her body and between her legs, feeling for her pussy even as I sucked and nibbled at her breast. I found what I was looking for and ran my fingers up and down its length. She was very, very wet and my stroking served to spread her lubricant right along her slit so that my fingertips slipped easily all the way from her clitoris to her perineum, skating over the entrance to her vagina. I ran my fingertips along a number of times, each time flicking her clit and smiling at the little gasp it caused. I was enjoying the effect I was having until one time, perhaps accidentally and perhaps not, my fingers slipped straight into her passage instead of skating past. My heart jolted, it was something I'd not consciously intended doing, not up until then at least. My aim, if I had one at all, was to make her climax just like before by playing with her clitoris, but now all of a sudden I wanted to do finger fuck her to orgasm instead, and when she gasped with surprise without objecting I pushed my fingers further in, as deep as I could.

I shuffled down the grass a little further, just far enough that I could keep her nipple in my mouth and at the same time thrust all the way into her. Her hand grasped at my shoulder and I thought for a moment she was going to stop me, but instead she just held me hard against her. Now I could twist my hand around a bit, just far enough for my thumb to press against her clit as I plunged my fingers in and out of her.

This time I didn't begin slowly or gently and work up speed, but instead I simply rammed my fingers hard up into her from the start, my thumb colliding with her clit each time. It was almost violent but it seemed to be just what Suzy needed for very soon she was writhing under me just like before, her nails digging into my shoulder. All the time I was chewing her nipple, pinching it quite hard between lip-covered teeth and pulling. She groaned and gasped, her body squirming and twisting from my attentions as she worked her way towards a second climax.

She didn't come anywhere near as quickly this time as the last, but I didn't stop or even slow down. It wasn't difficult; she was wide open and her vagina was so wet and slippery that I could hear a squelch every time my fingers plunged into her. Soon the position made my wrist ache, but even so I kept slamming hard into her, trying to make her come really hard and knowing that she was obviously on her way. Soon her pelvis began to lift in time to my thrusts, coming up to meet me as I plunged into her, and she began to make harsh little gasping noises. In the end her bottom hovered clear of the grass and she just jerked and jolted against my fingers before finally she lifted her pelvis as high as she could and stayed there, gasping as she came. As soon as I realised her orgasm had arrived I pushed my fingers deep into her and held them there, twisting them around and around instead of in and out. At her peak she cried out loudly and then sprawled back onto the grass, my fingers sliding free as she slumped down. I released her breast and leaned back, propping myself on one elbow, instinctively covering my breasts with my free arm, and gazing down at her with a broad grin on my face.

For a good few minutes Suzy just lay there, her legs still apart and her chest heaving while she tried to get her breath back. Eventually she was able to speak.

‘I didn't...' She panted, ‘...expect that today!'

‘Me neither.'

We lay side by side like that for a few minutes until Suzy rolled onto her side to face me and also propped herself on one elbow.

‘You don't think you're getting away with it, do you?' She asked, looking all serious.

‘But you wanted me to do it.' I protested, wondering why she was saying such a thing.

‘Yes, but I know why you did it.' She looked straight at me.

‘Why?' I asked, feeling more than a little confused.

‘So that I'd have to do it to you.' She replied, giggling, her free arm coming out without warning and pushing me onto my back.

Where I'd been hesitant and doubtful at first about touching another woman in any sexual way, Suzy was the exact opposite. Before I'd even had the chance to realise what she'd done she'd pushed herself close to me, pressing herself against me so that I felt her hardened nipple pressing into my softer breast. I could even feel her bush against my hip. And then she did the one thing that hadn't even crossed my mind to do - she kissed me.

It was nice, I can't deny that I enjoyed her kiss, especially when her tongue found its way between my lips and urgently probed my mouth, but that was the moment when things changed for me. Up until then I'd thought of what we were doing as just playing. Yes okay, so it was very intimate playing, but playing nonetheless. Now I suddenly realised that we were making love, and that definitely wasn't just playing. And then I made another discovery, I liked it - a lot. So my arms went around her to hold her tight and I kissed her back, my tongue fencing with hers, probing her mouth as she had mine, listening to the little pleasure noises she was making and making some of my own. By now she'd found my uncovered breast and was squeezing it, her thumb brushing over my nipple and making it stand even higher to attention.

‘Is that nice?' She eventually whispered into my ear.

‘Oh yes.' I assured her.

‘Good, and if you don't squeeze me so tight I can make it even nicer.' There was an excited giggle in her voice.

I hadn't realised that I was holding onto her quite so tightly, and I very promptly loosened my grip, just resting my hands on her bare shoulders, not quite sure what she meant by ‘even nicer', but hoping I was guessing right.

I soon found out that I was. She wriggled down a little and clamped her lips firmly around my nipple, sucking it into her mouth and licking it just as I had hers. I groaned with pleasure from that. But she was far from finished, now I felt her hand work its way down my body, between my legs and onto my pussy. I didn't speak, I couldn't, I simply opened my legs as far as our positions would allow, inviting to her to go on. She is taller than me and has longer arms, so she could reach further than me. She was able to run her fingers all the way down my pussy, and I mean all the way, right from my clit to my back door and back before she found my entrance and pushed first one finger and then another into me. Like me she was inexperienced with women and so at first she just pushed gently in and out, reaching as far into me as she could and then withdrawing until only the tip of her fingers were inside, experimenting I guess with how it felt to her and what effect it had on me.

The effect on me was wonderful, I hadn't realised just how much I'd wanted her to play with me too until her slim and supple fingers explored inside me, especially as she became more confident and skilful and her movements became quicker and more forceful. I gripped her shoulders, holding her down against me, feeling her mouth sucking hard on my nipple as she fingered my pussy faster and faster. Very soon she was going as quickly as she could, her knuckles banging against my labia as her two fingers pistoned in and out of my very wet hole. I couldn't take it for long, I knew I couldn't, an orgasm was very quickly building, the very first one I'd ever had at the hands of another woman. As it built I could feel my pelvis lifting to meet her fingers, just as hers had met mine minutes earlier, moving in little involuntary jerks that matched the gasps and moans that I was making. I released one shoulder and put my hand on top of her head pressing her hard down on my breast, willing her perhaps to bite my nipple, just wanting the strongest contact between us. And then my climax exploded inside me and I cried out loudly, immediately worrying pointlessly if anyone had heard me, before I collapsed back onto the grass and just lay there, completely spent for the moment at least, and panting for breath. Suzy lifted her head and gazed at me, her fingers still inside me but no longer moving.

‘See.' She grinned. ‘I said it would get nicer.'

Too breathless to speak I just looked at her with a big stupid grin on my face and nodded.

‘And I haven't done yet.' She added, wriggling a little further down to give her hand more scope. With her face about level with my own belly button now she looked up at me with an inquiring expression, silently asking what I wanted her to continue.

‘Oh my god!' I wanted more, but I wasn't sure that I could take it. I still hadn't come down properly from my orgasm and every little movement of her fingers inside me was giving me an instant jolt of pleasure. ‘Yes.'

Suzy giggled and shaped her hand like a gun, two fingers thrusting deep into me while her thumb hit against my clit. I lay there gasping with delight with each thrust, totally lost in a world of pleasure and with the promise of a second climax always there in the background, especially when she started to wiggle her fingers instead of just thrusting in and out. I'd never had anybody do that before, and it was a strangely exciting feeling to have fingers moving like an erotic little creature running inside my pussy. I reached down to grasp one of Suzy's shoulders with one hand and grabbed at my breast with the other while my pelvis started doing a little dance of its own, rising and falling and writhing under Suzy's ministrations. I didn't think it could get better, but then she managed to wriggle a third finger up inside me and it did, adding to the wonderful sensations.

Now the possibility of a second orgasm promised to become a reality, the sensation was building inside me, radiating out from my crowded pussy. Without intending to I found I'd begun making noises, strings of involuntary ‘oh's punctuated by an occasional sibilant ‘yyeesss' of encouragement. I didn't want her to stop; I was getting closer and closer to coming for a second time. It was as if my body had pressure and heat building and building until, suddenly, it was released and I jerked my pelvis from the grass and cried out loud for a second time. The beautiful sensations that had been gathering inside me were abruptly released to spread in wonderful waves, one after the other, making my toes curl and my fingers dig in hard to my own breast and Suzy's shoulder.

Once again I found myself laid out flat on the grass with my legs spread and Suzy's fingers resting inside me while I struggled for breath and stared unseeingly into the sky. Once again I slowly got my breath back and, licking my lips, I turned my gaze onto Suzy's smilingly triumphant face and managed finally to speak.

‘Bloody hell, Suzy.' I wheezed. ‘What are we doing?'

‘Having fun.' She giggled. ‘Why, don't you like it?'

I nodded, licking my lips once more, suddenly very conscious of her fingers still inside my pussy and wondering if I should be enjoying them so much. She was my friend after all, and I didn't want it to affect that. I was trying to form a suitable reply when her fingers began to gently move again, driving all such worries out of my mind.

‘Want me to stop?' She asked mischievously.

I shook my head.

‘Good.' She paused. ‘Can I try something?'

I nodded this time, wondering what she had in mind and half thinking that she intended to fist me; after all she already had three fingers up inside me. It wasn't something I'd ever had done, although a boyfriend had once tried and failed, but I was quite ready to give it another go. But I was wrong, so wrong.

She gave me a little nervous smile and then, letting her fingers slide away from me, she wriggled down even further and rolled over my thigh to lie between my legs, staring directly at my pussy. Now I knew what she intended, and this time I was so right, so beautifully right.

She stared at me for what seemed like ages, just looking at my pussy before she eventually reached forward with both hands and spread my labia with her thumbs, opening me up completely to her gaze. I knew that I was wet, slippery and gaping in front of her eyes, but I didn't care, I was far too turned on to worry. All I was bothered about was that she would do what I knew we both wanted. But she hesitated still, this time for so long that I felt like screaming for her to just do it. I could feel my heart beating harder and faster again with anticipation and frustration before in the end she lowered her face to my pussy and gently kissed it. Another hesitant pause and then, finally, she took the plunge and let her tongue lick me from one end to the other. I sighed with pleasure, and maybe that was what she was waiting for because now she wrapped her hands around the top of my legs and pulled herself closer, burying her face in my wetness.

I sighed again and just let it happen, feeling her tongue lick my pussy, long strokes from top to bottom and back, first along the centre and then up and down each side. She was exploring me with her tongue, getting to know the feel and taste of a woman's pussy. It felt so good to be the subject of her exploration; I just hoped she liked what she had found. I looked down at her, sort of hoping to be given some indication of her enjoyment, but I was just met by her lovely brown eyes looking back at me over my mound, twinkling hungrily. I smiled at her, being rewarded by a quick little lap of my clit by her tongue and a simple thumbs up sign, the only way she could tell me how she felt without stopping. Then she was moving up and down my slit, pushing her tongue as far into me as she could reach before moving up and lapping at my clit and then going down again. I loved it; I stared down for a few minutes to let the sensations flood through me and then relaxed back to enjoy it, my hands once more finding and playing with my breasts.

It didn't take long, but then I knew it wouldn't. Very soon I felt another climax building, my third, a rare experience for me. I was sure she'd never gone down on anyone before, but my god, Suzy was instinctively good, her tongue working pure magic on my pussy. Little shudders and jerks began to happen again, making Suzy clamp herself to me even harder, her hands digging into the tops of my legs and her head nodding with my actions. All that did was make it even more enjoyable and very soon I was jerking and writhing like a mad thing, twisting under her grip as I got closer and closer to coming. I was on the very edge when one of my own jolts made her accidentally bite my clit. It hurt, it really hurt, but in sending that sharp pain through me it triggered my biggest ever climax. I cried out even louder this time, shoving myself at her face, my bottom lifting and falling, drumming on the grass. She gripped my legs, holding onto me, her tongue never stopping its licking and probing until I finally slumped back down, completely spent.

She lifted her head and looked up at me, her grinning face shining with my juices. ‘Wow, that was something else.'

I don't quite know what reply she expected, but all I could do was lie there and nod enthusiastically.

‘Did you enjoy it?' She asked, just a tinge of uncertainty in her voice. I think she was just a little bit worried that it being girl on girl had put me off. Not a chance.

I nodded again as vigorously as I could. ‘Fabulous.' I croaked, unable to say any more.

She smiled at me and giggled softly, clearly proud of herself.

We lay like that with Suzy still between my widespread legs for a little while, unwilling and perhaps unable to stop altogether, until eventually, when she could see that I'd got most of my breath back, Suzy released my legs and hauled herself up my body to lay full length on top of me, just taking her weight on her elbows like a lover. She looked into my eyes and smiled. ‘Thank you.'

I hadn't expected that, in fact it should have been the other way around I thought. ‘It was.' I told her seriously. ‘Quite literally, my pleasure.'

She smiled again and then, just as unexpectedly as before, she kissed me.

I don't think that kiss was intended as anything more than a warm kiss between friends, but I enjoyed the sensation of kissing a naked woman, and obviously so did she, because she did it again. My arms went around her and hugged her close and I kissed her back, the taste of my own juices on her lips acting like some strange kind of aphrodisiac.

Very soon we were kissing as passionately as before, our tongues probing and fencing and our bodies squirming as we pressed together. I could feel her hardened nipples pressing into my softer breasts and, as she moved above me, her hips into the tops of my thighs. I wriggled slightly, perhaps trying to ease the feel of her sharp hip bone, not really aware of doing it. But Suzy was, she must have caught on to what I was doing because she pulled herself to one side a little and threw one leg over mine so that she was no longer resting so squarely on top of me.

But that had an unforeseen consequence and I felt a sudden surge of satisfaction at the unanticipated pleasure of feeling her bush resting on the top of my thigh. I wriggled a little to make the contact more complete. Once more she understood because she smiled and gripped my thigh between her legs, rubbing herself gently against me.

‘Is that better?'She asked with a grin.

‘Much better.' I told her, raising my knee a little to let her rub herself more firmly on my leg.

She kissed me again at the same time as rubbing herself against me. I loved that, especially as it meant that her thigh was pressed onto my pussy and rubbing just a little as she moved. I was spent, but I still felt horny enough to enjoy the feeling.

She kept on kissing me, breathing heavily through her nose and making randy little noises deep in her throat. Soon she was rubbing herself on me much more vigorously and it became obvious that she was intending to rub herself off on me. I didn't mind, in fact it felt wonderful, having her tongue probing my mouth as her body squirmed and rubbed against me. One thing that I couldn't help but notice, and get quiet amusement from, was her belly button ring pressed onto my stomach, the little blue stone scratching at my flesh. It seemed that the thing that had started everything was determined to be there at the end.

Soon she was pressing herself onto my leg much more forcefully and I had to press my knee back harder and then harder still to prevent her losing contact. In the end I had to concentrate on just holding it there, but once again that didn't matter, I was getting far too much pleasure from her pussy on my leg to let it worry me. I could even feel a wet patch spreading on my thigh from her pussy juices as she got closer and closer to coming.

When she did come she groaned noisily into my mouth, with her pussy squashed hard against my thigh and her entire body quivering with the effects of her orgasm before she suddenly lifted her mouth away and gasped, slumping limply on top of me.

It took a minute or two before she could move, during which time we both gasped noisily for the air we had missed out on from our nonstop kissing. Then she gave me a quick peck on the lips and rolled away, giving a little mumble of gratitude as her pussy was moved against my leg for the last time. Now we lay side by side, the air feeling cool against our sweaty bodies, and especially cool against the wet spot on my thigh. I couldn't help but grin at the sensation and the knowledge of how it got there.

Her hand came out and grasped mine and she turned her head to look at me. ‘Are we still friends?' She asked me anxiously.

‘Of course we are.' I told her, looking at her curiously.

‘I thought what we've done might have spoiled things for us.'

‘No,' I shook my head. ‘No way. It's just added a new level, that's all.'

She squeezed my hand and lay silently before she spoke again. ‘I've often wondered what it would be like.'

‘What? With me?'

She was silent again, as if not sure how to answer. ‘Not you in particular, just with a woman. Although I have wondered about doing it with you sometimes.'

‘Is this the beginning of something then?' I asked, anxiously hoping.

‘If you want it to be.'

‘I do,' I told her, then grinned. ‘But on one condition.'

‘We don't tell our husbands?'

‘Okay, so two conditions.' I grinned wider, looking backwards at the two mugs of cold coffee that stood there abandoned on the grass. ‘But the one I was thinking of is that we get to finish our coffees first next time.'

‘Deal!'