Muirnah Writes Erotica: Learning Curves

I can remember exactly what she was wearing that night. I dated guys but I always had this lingering attraction to women. The guys thought it was hot – something to be used for their advantage. I didn’t want to have my first time with a woman while a man watched. I wanted a chance to explore a woman’s body on my own, without the coaching and “oh that’s hot” sort of commentary that I knew a man would interject.
Kylee O’Connor was wearing a black dress suit with pink pin stripes on her jacket and skirt. Her white button down blouse was buttoned up to her breasts and the rest of the top was loosely framing the necklace that fell down her chest, just above her cleavage line. Her brown hair was pinned up in a French twist, with small gold earrings showing through the strands that framed her face. She wore glasses while she read an excerpt from her latest book – a romantic coming of age novel. I knew the book for a middle school and high school age group but I felt that the coming of age theme was significant to me personally.
She was packing up her laptop and notes from her presentation, occasionally looking up to thank attendees who came up to the stage to introduce themselves and compliment her on a job well done. I made my way through the dwindling crowd, and stopped a few feet away from the lectern since she had her back to me. I tried not to stare, but my eyes wandered from the bottom of her low heeled shoes up to shapely calves and firm thighs until I lost visual of her skin. Her pencil skirt was form fitted to her hips, and showed the shape of her ass while she was bent over. I looked around, and noticed the auditorium was empty. I cleared my throat to get her attention without startling her.
The muscles in her calves twitched as she stood up quickly and turned around to face me. By the look on her face, I had clearly startled her. She regained her composure quickly, pulling down her jacket and adjusting her skirt. I noticed a hint of pink flooding her cheeks as well.
I took a deep breath, and calmed my shaking insides. God, she was so beautiful. How was an average girl like me going to hold a conversation with this green-eyed beauty? I wanted to be professional and polite… but heaven help me, I wanted to rip that suit off of her gorgeously tan skin and just…
“What can I do for you, Miss…?” She broke into my thoughts with a voice as sweet as honey. It was much softer when it wasn’t magnified by a microphone.
“Lily. Lily Stone,” I said with a shaky voice. I extended my hand to her, and she grasped it firmly.
“Well, Lily, it’s nice to meet you.” She spoke smoothly and confidently. “What can I do for you?”
My mind swirled. I thought of telling her that she could take her clothes off, and let me admire her body. “I was wondering if I could buy you a cup of coffee, and discuss your book with you.”
She smiled. “Of course.”
I watched her bend over, this time bending at the knees, to pick up her purse. She pushed a stack of papers into her laptop bag, and turned to face me again. “After you,” she said.
We walked to the coffee bar in the Community Center on campus. It was quiet and nearly empty as it was just before spring break, and no one had studying on the brain. I bought her a non-fat latte, and myself a vanilla coffee. We sat at a corner sofa, behind the big screen TV which usually aired the university sports. It was off now, so we didn’t have any distractions. Well, I had plenty.
Kylee took off her suit jacket and laid it carefully across the arm of the chair. I sat on the adjacent arm chair and crossed my left leg over my right, only about six inches from her legs. She sat delicately, knees to her left, closest to me, crossed at the ankles. I was conscious of the cool air conditioning blowing down where we were sitting, and I knew my nipples would be visible through my sports bra and tank top. I tried not to pay attention to the almost-painful throbbing erection I could feel on my breasts. Kylee looked comfortable despite the tight skirt and heels as she told me how she found her publisher, and how they worked with her in depth to perfect her writing, although most revisions were done on her own.
She took a final sip of her latte and glanced at her watch. “Oh gosh, Lily, I must be keeping you from something. We’ve been talking for two hours!” I glanced at my own watch, surprised that the time had gone by so fast.
“No, I don’t have class tomorrow until the afternoon. Tuesday nights I usually just relax.” The coffee bar was closed, but the community center kept its doors open all night. It was a good place to go study if you had a roommate that was distracting you, especially if you weren’t the library type. I spent many nights studying in these very chairs.
“Oh, I see,” she said thoughtfully. I thought she licked her lips, but I couldn’t be sure. “Well, I’ve told you all about me and my book. Tell me about yourself. What’s your major? And you must have a boyfriend. A pretty young thing like you can’t stay single on this campus.”
I felt my cheeks blush. “I’m a third year English major. And no, I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t have anyone, for that matter.” It was the first time I ever admitted that I really didn’t have friends at school. After all, I was six hundred miles from home. And well, I really didn’t have many friends there either. I liked being alone. I was more focused on my goals that way.
Her hand landed on my knee, which was now uncrossed and slightly spread in a more comfortable position. My jeans were probably a size too small. I felt the warmth of her hand through the denim, and she squeezed gently.
“You remind me so much of myself when I was your age,” she said softly. “I was a loner in school, didn’t really feel the need to socialize much, and I really didn’t know who I was.”
“It’s not that I’m not sociable,” I said, defending myself. “I just don’t see a need to put partying and drugs at the forefront of my life when I have goals I want to achieve.”
She nodded in agreement with me. I watched the muscles in her neck contract and relax with that simple movement. She swept her hair off her shoulder and ever so gently her fingers trailed along her clavicle. I closed my eyes and sighed. Did she notice my eyes sweeping over her curves? As I inhaled once more, I caught a whiff of her perfume as she leaned in closer to me. My heart pounded in my ears. The moment froze like just before the first kiss in a movie. My eyes fluttered open and my tongue licked my lips without my consent.
“Kylee, there you are!” A deep male voice came from around the corner.
I opened my eyes and sat up straight in my chair. A man stood just off to the left, a briefcase in his right hand and a cell phone in his left. Kylee stood and walked gracefully to this tall blonde haired man.
“I’m sorry, Dan, I meant to call you and let you know where I was,” she said as she kissed his cheek.
My heart sunk. I began to gather my belongings. Well, I thought, this will make for some nice daydreams.
“Lily, this is Dan, he teaches in the biology department,” she said, dragging Dan behind her.
I stood, acutely aware of the flutter in my stomach and the chills that had hardened my nipples when she spoke my name. I smiled and shook his hand.
“Pleased to meet you, Lily. So my lady has been talking your ear off for hours, no doubt,” he said with a sideways glance at Kylee.
“Oh no, I was asking her questions about publishing and stuff. I’m sorry to have kept her from you.” I was blushing with embarrassment.
“Nonsense,” Kylee said sternly. “I enjoyed your company.”
Dan was staring at her ass. Not that I blamed him, but I didn’t really want him there. God only knows what might have happened if he hadn’t showed up. I sighed audibly.
“Here, take my card,” Kylee smiled. “Email me, or call me whenever. I’d love to read some of your writing. And we can get together for coffee again.”
“Sure, thanks.” I pushed the card into the pocket of my jeans. “Well, thanks for talking with me. Nice to meet you, Dan.”
I picked up my things, and headed toward the door with a million thoughts running through my head.
“Lily, email me tonight so I have your email address, please?” She called from the corner where just a few minutes ago, I felt her breath on my lips.
“Okay.” I forced a smile despite the disappointment that pitted in my stomach.
It was warm outside as I walked towards my apartment. The campus was almost empty except for those of us that chose to stay here instead of going somewhere for spring break. It’s not like I had friends back home. And although I had family, they did their thing, and I did mine.
I unlocked the door to my apartment, greeted by the persistent meowing of my cat. I dumped some food in her dish and sat down on my sofa. I grabbed my laptop and opened my email. I reached in my pocket and pulled out the card that Kylee gave me. I brought it to my nose for an inexplicable reason. It smelled faintly of perfume. I wondered if that was an additional cost in business card printing. Leaning into the plush microfiber sofa, I typed a quick email to Kylee. Nothing special, just “Hi, this is Lily. It was nice talking with you tonight.”
I put the laptop back on the coffee table and waited. “Ding.” That was fast, I thought.
“I’m so glad you emailed. Listen, I apologize for Dan intruding. Meet me for lunch tomorrow, off campus? Kylee–This message sent from my blackberry device.”
I smiled as I read her message. Of course she would have a blackberry. We emailed back and forth for about twenty minutes arranging a meeting time at the vegetarian café a few blocks off campus.
I drifted through the evening and following morning with the giddiness of a school girl. I was going to see this beautiful woman again. Even better, she wanted to see me again. I looked at myself in the mirror before I stepped out of my apartment. I was wearing white capri pants with a pink tank and matching cardigan. My hair framed my face until I walked outside in the breeze. It brushed gently against my neck as I walked down the front steps toward the café. The sun was shining, and the skies were blue. I was nervous with excitement.
The café was called VeggiZen. From the outside it was just a stone exterior house, but on the inside it was a cozy place with Chinese décor. It was a calming atmosphere; yet my heart was racing. Kylee was waiting for me at a table in the corner. She looked breath taking in her black pants and green button down shirt. The shirt hugged her curves, gently outlining her breasts and small waist.
“Lily, thanks for coming.” She smiled warmly.
“No, thank you for inviting me,” I said as I sat down across from her. Her green eyes shined like emeralds against her brown hair which was draped lusciously over her shoulders. Her smile was mesmerizing. We talked for at least an hour over salads and drinks. She smiled at me with her pale pink lips touching the straw in her green tea.
“I have some books and articles in my house on publishing. If you’re interested, I’d be happy to let you borrow them,” she said.
“Yes, I’d like that.”
“Good. I’m only a block from here, if you want to walk with me.” She stood up and smoothed her pants as she reached for her purse.
“No, please,” I said, as I reached for my credit card in my back pocket. “You’ve been kind enough to take time out of your schedule for me, let me buy lunch.”
Her protesting ceased when the waitress took my card and the check from the table.
“Lily, thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know I didn’t. I wanted to.” I bent over casually to sign the receipt, smiling as I stood to see her staring down my tank top.
She ran her tongue over her lips with a half smile as she gently tugged my arm towards the door.
The walk to Kylee’s house took about five minutes. We didn’t talk much, just enjoyed the sunshine and breeze on our skin. She lived in a quaint town house on a quiet street. She opened the front door and motioned me inside. Her living room was painted an eggshell white with a pale blue border. I stood in the middle of the room admiring the homey look and feel of her house, and before I could speak, her lips were on mine. It was gentle, yet a bit forceful as her tongue pushed its way into my mouth. It took a moment before I caught her rhythm and kissed her back.
She slowly backed me up until my calves were touching the sofa. She broke the kiss long enough to push me into a sitting position and she knelt in front of me. Her hands massaged my thighs gently, and my hands seemed to gravitate to her neck, pulling her kiss closer. She broke off the kiss, and trailed her tongue down to my ear, down my neck. I certainly couldn’t form a coherent sentence, but I did form half a thought. This is it, I thought, this is what I’ve wanted. A sigh escaped my lips, the kind that sounds sort of like a moan.
“Lily?” She stopped kissing me, but stayed close to my ear.
“Do you want me to stop?” she whispered. I felt her hot breath on my ear and I shivered.
I forced the words out of my mouth. “No, Kylee, please don’t stop.”
“This is your first time with a woman?” she asked.
I nodded, unable to form any more words.
“I’ll go slowly,” she said softly. Her lips resumed their gentle kissing on my neck and down to my shoulder as she slipped off my cardigan. She moved the straps to my tank top and bra down my arm, and kissed a trail down to the side of my breast. She stopped and moved to the other side, repeating the same tender kisses down my neck and shoulder.
Her hands reached under my tank top, and seemingly effortlessly released my C cup breasts from my clothes. I struggled to pull my arms out, and threw the shirt on the floor. Kylee had unbuttoned her shirt, and slid it off her shoulders. She knelt in front of me in a white laced bra that showed her nipples growing hard. I reached out and caressed her breasts. They fit perfectly in my hands as I squeezed them gently. She unhooked her bra in the back, and the lace fell to the floor. I stared at her beautiful physique with an open mouth. Her waist was chiseled, her hips flared, and her breasts sat perky on her chest. I rubbed her nipples against the palm of my hand, and then felt her hand on my wrist.
“This is about you. I want to please you, and make your first time memorable,” she said in a voice I could only compare to the sweetness of a caregiver.
Her hands massaged my breasts as she pushed me gently back into the plush sofa. She leaned forward on her knees, and with one hand unzipped her pants, letting them slide to the ground around her knees. She had a matching white lace thong on, and I could see glistening brown hair underneath the lace. Her scent intoxicated me. I leaned back in the chair and bit my lower lip as I felt the warmth of her lips on my breasts, licking and teasing my nipples, and then gently biting to keep them hard and erect. I moaned softly, letting the pleasure into my body.
Her long brown hair swept across my skin as she kissed zig zags across my stomach. I stretched back on the chair, my hips pushed closer to her and the edge of the chair. Her hands fumbled for a second on the button of my pants, and I heard the zip of the fly. She pulled my capris over my hips as I lifted my ass to help her get them off. I put my hands on my pink boy short panties and she stopped me.
“Just relax,” she whispered. I couldn’t argue with that. This was the most erotic experience of my life; I didn’t really want to rush it. She slid my pants down my legs and off my feet, taking my flip flops with them. Her hands gently caressed my calves, and up to my thighs as her kisses resumed on my stomach, across my hips, and down to my thighs. She swept her fingers over my panties, and I felt the wetness against my own skin. Her finger slid underneath my panties, spreading the wetness from my opening up to my clit. My hips bucked in response to her touch, and she leaned her head against my stomach, trying to keep me still.
I bit back a groan as I felt a finger slide inside me, exploring inside and gently rubbing over my pleasure spot. My heartbeat sped up as I felt her thumb massage my clit from outside my panties and her lips kissing below my belly button. The tingle spread from between my legs down to my toes. I was close to orgasm, and I couldn’t help the moans escaping my throat. I pushed my hips closer to her hand and gripped the arm of the chair tightly. She slowly withdrew her finger, placed it in her mouth, and sucked my juices slowly off her finger.
I felt the wetness still on her hand as she pulled my panties down over my knees. “Close your eyes,” she said. I leaned my head back in the chair and felt a nub touching and rubbing my wet slit. Her lips kissed and licked my hips. I felt the nub stop at my clit, rubbing back and forth. I opened my eyes and let out another moan. Kylee was rubbing her breast and nipple across my wet pussy, and I felt my orgasm coming closer. I threw my head back and groaned louder, as my muscles became rigid. I began to shake harder when I felt her finger replace her nipple on my clit.
She rubbed with more pressure, in circles, and back and forth, and up and down on my clit. I couldn’t control the sounds now, as I neared a level of orgasm I’d never reached before. I put my hands in her hair, and she looked up at me smiling. “You’re close,” she said.
I nodded breathlessly and closed my eyes, trying to hold off my orgasm, wanting it to last as long as possible.
“Just let go, Lily, just let go,” she said and plunged two fingers deep inside me, and her pinky finger pushed into my ass. I gasped and groaned at the penetration. I was shocked, but it felt too good to tell her to stop. I felt the pressure relax on my clit, bringing me back from the edge of orgasm just a little. That didn’t last long because I soon felt her mouth on my clit, sucking and flicking with her tongue. I was instantly on the pinnacle of orgasm, and I took a deep ragged breath.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed as I began to convulse in pleasure. Kylee kept licking at my clit until my shaking slowed, and she gently removed her fingers. She moved her head from between my legs and I watched her wipe the glistening liquid off her chin. She leaned forward again, kissing my mound, and pressing her still erect nipple into my slit again, sliding it up to my clit. I jumped, and gave a half-laugh, half-moan as I reached down to her shoulder to stop her.
“Ok, I see you’ve had enough.” She smiled at me. I nodded, out of breath. “Do you want to taste?” She asked, and stood between my knees holding her breast in front of my lips. I opened my mouth and licked around her nipple savoring my own taste, and gently sucked her nipple. She sighed in approval as she ran her fingers through my short brown hair. I moved away from her breast, realizing I really didn’t know how to please another woman. It must have showed on my face, because she leaned down and kissed my lips, and said, “It’s okay, Doll, you will learn…another day.”
We both dressed in silence. I suddenly felt shy and inadequate because I didn’t please her. I’d never been one to just receive and not give anything back.
“Would you like something to drink?” She brushed the hair out of my face and gently kissed my cheek.
I blushed, and felt a shiver move down my spine.
“You,” I whispered.
She smiled. “How about some water?”
“But, you don’t…”
“No, Lily. I wanted to please you.” She touched my face with the back of her fingers. “There will be time for me.”
I nodded, feeling a bit rejected. “Okay,” I said. I felt a tugging inside me that was a fine indicator of my fast attachment to this beautiful amazing woman. Even if I never see her again, it was a fantastic learning experience, I thought.
“Kylee?” I said as I reached her front door.
“Yes, Lily?”
“Thank you. For everything. I had a very educational day.” I smiled.
“Anytime, Lily. You know how to get in touch with me.” Her green eyes sparkled.
I left her house and walked towards my apartment with a grin on my face that could have melted the wicked witch. I would remember my time with Kylee for the rest of my life.

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