I Never Meant To Be So Dirty

My name's Lucy. I used to be so straight. I can hardly believe it now. It seems like another life. I guess it all started when I was eighteen. I have always been blessed with good looks. I wore my hair up in a tight blonde pony tail. I was always well turned out and made up. Looking back on it, I guess I was a bit stuck up and thought myself a bit special. I know quite a few boys did too. They were always hitting on me and trying to get into my knickers, but I was not having it. It was only a couple of weeks after I had left home and moved into my flat that I met James. I had a job working on the beauty counter of a department store. You have seen the type. All made up and immaculate in their white gowns. Well that was me. I was on the perfume counter as it was the most junior position. I did not really like the job that much or the other girls, but it paid the bills. Anyway, on that Friday night a group of us went to the pub to celebrate one of the girl's birthdays.

This evening the pub was fuller than usual. I found myself talking to an attractive guy in his twenties. His name was James. It turned out that he worked down the road from our store for a firm of medical consultants. I was flattered to have the attention of a man older than I was and found myself flirting with him. He had a nice smile and made me laugh. When it was time to leave the pub, we left together. I had had quite a bit to drink and did not object when he slipped his arm around me. We walked to his car when he had offered to give me a lift home. I was enjoying the feel of his body against mine. He opened the passenger door and I slipped inside.

I invited him in when we pulled up outside my place. I share a small flat with an ex-college friend Heather, a tall, dark-haired, buxom girl of Russian descent. I made us both a coffee. While the kettle was boiling the front door opened with a crash, and Heather came stumbling through. She was a bit worse for wear with her coat off one shoulder and her lipstick smudged. When she saw James, she gave a dirty throaty laugh. "Don't mind me!" she said before disappearing into her room.

James smiled, "Is she always like that?"

"No," I replied, "She's pretty quiet when she's not drinking, but you got off lightly. When she's had a few, she's usually pretty rowdy." I had not ever brought a man back to the flat before. I reckoned Heather was being discrete.

We talked for a couple of hours. James seemed interested in me and what I thought. He seemed so much more mature than guys of my own age. It was such a relief that he was not all over me, trying to paw my breasts or touch me between my legs. When he left, I followed him to the door. Turning he asked me, "Can I see you again?"

"Yes, please, I would like that," I purred and reaching up I took his face in my hands and kissed him. Until then I hadn't realized how much taller than me he was. I am a petite five foot and half an inch. He must have been nearly a foot taller. He did not even try to shove his tongue in my mouth but gently kissed me on the lips. He did hold me though, taking me in his arms as he kissed me. It felt wonderful. I felt myself melting inside. Then with a smile and a wave he was off down the stairs.

The next morning when I woke up, I heard Heather moving about the flat. I emerged to find her in a baggy T-shirt curled up on the sofa eating Ben & Jerry's with a fork. "Like some?" she asked offering the tub and fork to me.

"It's a bit early for me." I sat down next to her.

"He was pretty tasty." She was watching me, "Go on; give me the whole story,"

"There's not much to tell. I met him in the pub last night," I said.

"He must have been special for you to bring him home."

"Well, yes," I admitted, "but I had had a lot to drink."

"Did you.... you know?" Heather was almost leering.

"No I didn't!" I was indignant that she thought I might.

"What did you do then?" she asked.

"We just talked," I told her. When I saw her look of disbelief I said, "He gave me a kiss when we said good night."

"Wow!" she laughed, "You sure are a hot date!"

"What do you think I should have done?" I asked getting a bit annoyed with her.

She looked at me without saying anything for a while. When she spoke she sounded serious. "Lucy, I don't mean to be nosy, but have you ever slept with a man?"

"No," I answered.

"Have you had a steady boyfriend?"

"No," I was starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Lucy, have you done any heavy petting?"

"No! I can't stand clumsy guys trying to paw me!" I was cross with her questioning.

"Listen Lucy, you are good-looking. Guys are going to be attracted to you, but if you don't give them what they want though, they'll lose interest," Heather said.

"What? So I open my legs 'cos I'm afraid they won't want me otherwise?" I asked.

Heather smiled, "No but give them a little taster. It keeps them interested, and you can enjoy yourself too." I did not know what to say. "Lighten up, Lucy," Heather went on. "Look, you're a good-looking woman. God, if I was as slim as you with your blonde hair, I'd be lapping the men up."

"You think I'm frigid, don't you," I said trying to keep my tone even.

"Well are you?" she asked.

I almost retorted angrily, but something made me stop to consider her answer. I found myself sighing, "No, I'm not, Heather. It's just I have never found anyone I wanted to do it with, and the guys I have dated have all turned out to be jerks."

"What about James?"

I smiled. "I like him. Oh no!" I gasped. "I forgot to give him my phone number, and I don't have his!"

"Never mind, he knows where you live, so he'll find you if he wants to." Heather had finished the ice cream. She stood up. "If you decide you don't want him, let me know. I'll fuck his brains out."

I was too shocked to say anything.

I saw James again the following Monday. He was waiting for me when I left work. "I remembered where you said you worked," he told me. We went for a walk through the Cathedral grounds and enjoyed a drink in the Market Square. James bought me supper, and I spent half the meal laughing at his stories. He worked in the research department of his firm, trying out experimental on human guinea pigs. The effect they had was not always what was expected. This, coupled with the fact that the guinea pigs were kept in a locked ward for at least a week, led to some extremely funny stories.

He drove me home at the end of the evening. When we pulled up outside my flat, it was nearly eleven o'clock. I asked him if he would like to come in. "Are you sure it's not too late?" he asked.

"Come on," I said, and he followed me up to the flat. Heather was watching TV when we came in.

"This is James," I introduced him.

"Hi," said Heather. "Nice to meet you again." They shook hands. "I don't want to be a gooseberry so I'm off to bed." As she passed me she whispered, "Just a taste, remember!"

I blushed, embarrassed by what she had said. James took me in his arms after Heather left the room. "Lucy," he said as he kissed me. It felt so good. I kissed him back slipping my hands inside his jacket and wrapping my arms around him. He felt so big and strong. He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the sofa. He sat down with me on his lap, and we carried on kissing passionately.

We dated for about two months. James was always a gentleman. He never tried to touch me up, but we both enjoyed a great deal of kissing and cuddling. We had not discussed sex or anything of that nature, and I was surprised to find that I was starting to think about it. One night I found myself in bed thinking about James and his strong body. I imagined what his hands would feel like on me and how he would explore all my intimate places. I was touching myself, my fingers gently flicking over my mound, teasing my clitoris which peeked out between my swollen pussy lips. I felt so naughty. I have never really masturbated, as I know it is dirty. It felt really good, but I stopped and decided to have a shower to cool myself down.

I turned the shower on cold and climbed in. The cold water hit me and made my nipples stand out hard. I let out a little yelp at the cold and started to scrub my body hard with a scrubbing brush. The door opened and Heather came in, sitting on the loo to pee. We were both pretty easy like that. "Is that cold water?" she asked.

"Yeah" I gasped. "I was thinking about James and.... well, I wanted to cool down."

Heather flushed the loo. "Lucy, sometimes you're such a stupid cow." I was taken aback at her words. She leant in the shower and took the showerhead off the wall. I stood there puzzled as she turned the water to warm and checked the temperature. "Life's to be enjoyed," she said. She lifted the showerhead and directed the spray between my legs.

I tried to push her away, but she wasn't having it. She caught me around the waist and held me, the hard spray falling on my pussy. It tingled and felt so good. I tried to break away, but she was not going to let me. She climbed in the bath. Her white T-shirt was getting wet and clinging to her body. She grappled me down in the bath and held my wrists with one hand and sprayed my pussy with the other.

It felt so good. It could feel my clitoris swelling and tingling. I wanted to touch it. She was making me be so bad. "Get off me!" I shouted. I clamped my legs together so the spray could not reach me.

Heather was lying panting next to me as we struggled. "Lucy, I'm going to make you enjoy yourself if it's the last thing I do." She dropped the showerhead and then she pressed her hand between my legs. I struggled and bucked my hips and called out, but to no avail. Her fingers stared to caress me. I loved the sensation. My pussy was already moist inside from my own fingering. She easily slipped two fingers into me and started to finger-fuck me while her thumb gently rubbed my clitoris. I tried to stop myself, but the feeling was too good. I was pressing my pussy into her hand and onto her fingers. "That's it, Lucy. Go on, fuck my hand." Heather's fingers were pushing deep into me, curling up and touching my vagina wall above my pubic bone. It felt so fucking good. She was breathing heavily, and I felt her rubbing her own pussy against my leg.

The thought came into my head that we were two filthy dykes fucking. The thought must have sent me over the edge. I felt a great shudder run through me, and then my body spasmed as I orgasmed on Heather's hand. She kept finger-fucking me until my orgasm passed. As I lay there panting, she picked up the spray and sat on the edge of the bath. She directed the spray between her legs. "This is so good, Lucy. Try it next time." She was obviously getting off on it. She closed her eyes and moaned. Her body started to tremble and shake, her large breasts bouncing under her T-shirt. I lay watching her while she moaned. She went on shaking for a couple of minutes, her moans turning to pants and then little high pitched gasps. She opened her eyes and looked at me, "Oh Lucy, it's such a turn-on doing this with you here!" she gasped and then her body was rocked with her orgasm. She threw her head back and her pelvis bucked as she came, it was almost as if she were having a fit. Her orgasm seemed to last a long time until suddenly the tension left her and she slipped panting into the bath.

We sat looking at one another. Heather was smiling, "Two naughty girls," she laughed.

I smiled back at her. I was embarrassed by what we had done and disturbed, but I had enjoyed it. "I'm going to bed now," I said getting out the bath.

"Lucy, I hope I haven't upset you," Heather said.

"No," I told her, "You haven't, I just need to sort my feelings out."

"There's nothing wrong with what we've done, Lucy. It doesn't make us lesbians. I like fucking men, and I know you would too." She paused, "But I liked what we did. I'd like to do more."

"Maybe," I said softly, "I'll think about it." I slipped back to bed. It took me a while to sleep, but I had the best night's sleep I had had for ages.