Caroline's Own Story - Sex Stories

Caroline's Own Story

... love you too, my darling. It’s what brought me to contact you, eventually. It is such a shame that I didn’t admit it to myself sooner.” A few moments after that heartwarming declaration of love, he said that while we were on the subject of disclosing things, there was something else I should know. “Before you are going to meet Helen, I’d better tell you that I’m convinced she is bi-curious. She has never openly spoken about it, but apart from her response to my tales about the past, and to my phone call the other day, there have been many other indications. As far as I know, she has never had a lesbian-style contact so far. Otherwise she would have told me. I think that meeting you is the opportunity she has been waiting for to get acquainted with girl-to-girl lovemaking. Guided by someone with experience.” My heart was dancing. I told him that although I did not know her yet, I was already going to have fantasies about making love with her and teaching her lovely things. Maybe I would even dream about it. Getting acquainted with her was going to take place during a night out. Dining, to be precisely, René’s usual preference for such an event. I would first meet them both at their home. It was arranged for the Saturday after our return from Italy. It seemed as if the week would never end. When the weekend started at long last, I began to feel a bit nervous, whereas simultaneously the excitement was building. And many thoughts kept racing through my head. How sure was my love ...

... of himself? What were the indications he spoke of? Suppose he was wrong. On the other hand she was indeed eager to meet me. And if he was right, what was exactly going to happen and when? I had been invited to stay the night; did that mean anything, or was it just for my convenience? I dressed neatly and was reticent with my make-up, wanting to avoid looking provocative. That is to say, as far as the outside was concerned. But I thought I’d better be prepared with what I was wearing underneath. I decided to put on an exciting set of lingerie that I had bought in Rome. It was less than an hour’s drive to where they lived. During the ride I felt my heart beating in my throat. A voice in my head asked what had become of the self-conscious Caroline, let alone the sexual beast. When I had parked the car René went outside and welcomed me in the front garden. He took my hand, which must have felt moist, and led me into the hallway. “Helen, this is Caroline.” God, she looked beautiful. She smiled and initially reached out, but immediately after shaking hands she hugged me as if she had known me for years. And had been missing me for years. The moment that our bodies touched, she seemed to transfer a strong feeling of euphoria. Like I was being submerged into a warm bath. Shivers ran along my spine. There was definitely a chemistry of attraction between us, even before we had exchanged a single word. My nervousness melted like snow in the sun. “At last,” she said, when she eventually ...