It had been over two weeks since Ngozi had had her first lesbian experience with Funke, and Funke had been bugging her about it ever since.
While Funke had a sex drive that wouldn’t quit and was secretly bisexual, Ngozi had always been more conservative when it came to sex. She had tried some new things recently–things Funke would have considered ridiculously cultivated, like browsing online porn–but even her willingness to experiment was held back by her inability to land a date.
Before, she had been just frustrated by all this. Now she was somewhat confused.
Ngozi was a young-looking 25-year-old lady, but her sexual side had been mostly inactive for the past few years. She was of average height, with a curvy body, long hair, and sparkling eyes. She had a cute, small nose, and an energetic smile.
Her legs were long, her skin virtually flawless, and her D-size breasts rounded out a terrific package. For someone with a body like hers, sex should have been an easy subject.
This recent wild twist in Ngozi’s life happened very suddenly, however, and Ngozi didn’t know what it meant, or if it meant anything at all. She definitely enjoyed it, and she couldn’t ignore the fact that women had begun to dominate her sexual thoughts and fantasies, but admitting to herself that she may be bisexual wasn’t that easy.
After all, she thought, all she and Funke did was sex chat. Could such a small thing really change a person so greatly? The idea frightened her.
But it also made her very wet.
With someone like Funke to fantasize about, it was easy to see why. Like her friend, Funke looked much younger than her 27 years, and her body added greatly to that illusion.
She was tall, nearly six-foot, and petite, which only made her C-cup breasts look larger. Deep, dark lashes surrounded her eyes, and her hair was so dark it glistens in the light. Her skin was perfect.
Funke thought things were going to change right away after that evening on the phone, but Ngozi was resistant to the idea.
Though Funke had never pressured her friend to “play on the other side” before, the possibility was too close now to just leave alone. Eventually, she decided Ngozi needed to do this at her own pace. In the meantime, Funke would continue to drop some subtle hints that the offer still stood.
Even now she was trying to think of something cute and clever to say as she walked towards Ngozi’s office. They owned and managed a small business together, and were the only ones who actually worked at the office.
Funke and Ngozi both loved that fact, as it allowed them to work more casually, with only occasional visits from customers or employees to interrupt them. Funke turned into the office with a big grin. “Hi–“
Funke was so shocked that she swore she felt her heart stop. Though she caught only a glimpse of Ngozi’s computer screen before it clicked off to Microsoft excel, the image on it was crystal clear: Two sexy, young women in a classic 69. The light-skinned lady was completely naked, but the busty dark lady wore knee-high skirt.
The former’s pussy was shaved, and the latter’s tongue was buried in it.
“Oh, hey!” Ngozi shot back. “You scared me. I thought you were still on the phone.”
She was trying to play this off, hoping Funke hadn’t seen the monitor.
“Sorry,” Funke said, trying to suppress a devilish grin. “I was just about to lock up.”
Ngozi stood up, trying to get in front of the computer, and made a big show of looking busy; shifting papers around, opening and closing desk drawers as if searching for something.
“Okay,” Ngozi said her voice quick and unsteady. “I’m just done here…Do we have any more paper for this printer?”
“I think I have some….”
Funke stepped a bit further into the room for another glance at the computer. The taskbar on the bottom was still visible, and it identified two programs as running. One was for the Excel. The other was the Internet, and it read ‘Lesbians XXX…’
That little slut! Funke thought to herself, smiling. It was then that Funke knew. Ngozi was into this, after all. She just didn’t know how to approach it. She couldn’t talk herself into asking for it, and probably didn’t even know-how.
Well, Funke thought, if Ngozi won’t make the first move, then–
“Oh,” Funke said, interrupting her own thoughts. “It’s in the other room. Under the table. I’ll get it.”
Funke stepped out into the front room and squatted down behind the table. There were no shelves or drawers here; the table was basically just a desk with a top with miscellaneous office items stacked beneath it. Funke was literally under the table herself before she found the paper packs.
She was still sorting through the mess when a knock on the front door. Someone was here. She was about to stand up and greet whoever it was, but Ngozi beat her to it.
“Hi, sir,” Ngozi said cheerfully, walking toward the table. “How can I help you?”
Ngozi stopped so that her crotch was right at Funke’s eye level. Normally neither Funke nor Ngozi would have thought anything of it, but today was going to be different.
Funke become short of breath as she considered how to go about doing this, and if she could really get away with it.
Listening to the conversation above, Funke made sure not to move a muscle, so as not to make a sound. This would only work if the customer didn’t know she was there. The guy sounded old, and probably had bad hearing, Funke hoped.
He also seemed very choosy, and not too bright, as Ngozi had to talk him through every detail of the service. Before she finished answering one question, he already had two more.
Perfect, Funke thought, and she smiled.
Carefully she moved her hands toward Ngozi’s waist. She was wearing a short, light brown skirt today. Funke always teased Ngozi about wearing business attire to the office.
She could have just as easily gotten away with trousers, which was what Funke wore today. It seemed funny to Funke now, as a skirt was going to be so much easier to take off than anything else would have been.
Careful not to scare her and blow the whole plan, Funke carefully placed her hands on Ngozi’s hips, and then slid her hands around her waist to her back.
Most people would have been able to see over a counter enough to catch this movement, but Funke knew she had been blessed with having the desk built on a six-inch raised platform. The average person probably couldn’t see anything below Ngozi’s bust line.
Ngozi meanwhile, continued talking with the old man as she grew confused about what the hell Funke was doing down there. At first, she thought Funke needed her to get out of the way so she could get up, but when Ngozi tried to step aside, Funke firmly held her in place.
She had almost said something but didn’t want to interrupt the old man or give him the impression that he didn’t have her full attention.
Then the unexpected happened. Ngozi nearly choked when she felt Funke unhook and unzip the back of her skirt. What the hell is she doing, she thought.
But then she knew, as her skirt was already at her ankles, and Funke’s warm little hands were sliding up her smooth, naked legs. Ngozi took a deep breath and struggled to keep up with the old man’s questions.
She didn’t know how to handle this, and worse still, she didn’t have a chance to think about it. This guy was possibly going to give them a lot of business, and his impatient behaviour made Ngozi certain that he would walk right out if she didn’t take him very seriously. She was very nervous, but also definitely aroused.
Below, Funke’s hands slid up and around Ngozi’s thighs. Ngozi told herself that she didn’t want this–to be in this position with a customer right there. But she would have been lying to Funke and herself if she had pulled away in disgust.
It felt too good, not just physically, but mentally, as well. Funke was releasing all that tension and confusion, and the one big question Ngozi had been pondering had been finally answered.
Despite the uncomfortable situation, Ngozi wanted this, and the possibilities of what Funke might do next were driving her wild.
Licking her lips, Funke placed her hands on Ngozi’s ass and caressed her through the thin fabric of her black panties. She inhaled deeply, but quietly, and took in the unmistakable scent of her friend’s arousal.
Leaning forward, Funke put her nose so it was just touching the crotch of Ngozi’s panties. They were already damp. She inhaled again, then stuck out her tongue and licked the fabric between her legs. Ngozi’s whole body jerked in response.
Above, Ngozi was gripping the edge of the counter so hard that her knuckles were numb. It was all she could do to keep her concentration on this man and his conversation. She was breathing heavier now, and if this old guy had relaxed for a second, he probably would have noticed Ngozi’s nervousness.
Funke hooked her fingers around the waistline of the panties and slowly pulled them down. She was very surprised to see that Ngozi had shaved bald. It was an incredible sight to behold–all that smooth, flawless skin surrounding the stunning folds of the most beautiful vagina Funke had ever seen.
The lips were thick, and wet with Ngozi’s excitement. Her little clit was poking out, begging for attention. Funke was in Heaven, and she was determined to bring Ngozi along with her.
Dipping her head forward, Funke repeated her previous move by touching the tip of her nose to just above Ngozi’s clit and breathing in. She put her hands back on Ngozi’s ass and squeezed and massaged her cheeks.
Funke darted her tongue out again, placing its tip right into the centre of Ngozi’s warm pussy, and she trembled when she tasted her best friend for the first time.
Ngozi shivered, too, and she dropped the pen that she was using to write down the old man’s details. He saw it and looked to her, seeing her eyes roll back into her head and then close, just for an instant.
Ngozi tried to recover by holding her hand up to her nose, and pretending to suppress a sneeze.
“Excuse me,” she whispered. Then she picked the pen up again and continued. Her free hand was still gripping the counter edge as if her life depended on it.
Funke couldn’t hold back any longer, and so she dove in, burying her face into Ngozi’s hot, moist pussy lips. Her nose bumped Ngozi’s clit, and Funke’s lips pressed fully against her skin. Her tongue licked madly at her pussy.
Funke was so hungry for this that her saliva was already dripping down her chin and down Ngozi’s thighs. She licked and sucked and nibbled, lathering up Ngozi’s cunt with her spit before plunging her tongue deep into her tunnel.
Ngozi clenched her teeth and bowed her head, desperately trying to hide her facial expressions. She wanted so badly to let loose, to sigh or moan or just plain yell out “yes!”, but the old man was still there, just two feet away, and completely oblivious. She gripped the edge of the counter with both hands again, and pretended to be thinking.
“Tuesday,” she said. “Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday…”
She was supposed to be trying to fit him into the schedule. Ngozi knew very well that Tuesday was open, but for the moment, this was as clear as she was going to get, and she needed to stop or things would get really out of hand.
Under the table, Funke ate Ngozi’s pussy energetically and now concentrated on her clit. She flicked it back and forth with her tongue, then up and down, then back and forth again. Then she took the hard little knob between her lips and sucked, gently at first, then harder.
“Tuesday, Tuesday…I think….Yes. We can–” Ngozi gritted her teeth together and slapped the top of the table. “Yes! We can fit you in,” she continued. Her words were quick, loud, and very breathy. She fumbled for the right papers to fill him into the schedule.
Then he started talking again, telling his life story or something. Ngozi hoped he wasn’t asking any more questions because she didn’t have the concentration to put any of his words together, let alone her own.
Feigning interest in his story, Ngozi leaned forward on the table. It was really just a way to help herself, however, as her feet lifted off the floor. Still wearing her heels, she spread her legs out wide and found footing on the boxes under the table.
Now Funke had total access, and she took full advantage of it. She stuck her tongue even deeper into Ngozi’s pussy, and Ngozi responded by moving her hips back and forth against Funke’s face. She was breathing very hard now, and beads of sweat collected on her forehead.
Funke was overwhelmed, too. She expected Ngozi to enjoy this, but wow! This girl was out of control, and yet still keeping her cool. It was so hot. For the first time, Funke took notice of how wet she was herself, and how close she was to reaching her own orgasm just by licking her friend.
She put one of her hands down her trousers and rubbed at her own clit. Her pussy was soaking wet.
All it took was a few flicks of her finger and Funke had put herself over the edge. She dove madly for Ngozi’s clit and let her tongue stroke it with amazing speed. And just like that, Ngozi had peaked herself.
For the second time in their lives, the two beautiful young women reached unbelievable orgasms together. Funke almost jumped under the table, making a sharp thud against the wood. To cover that and her own climax, Ngozi closed her eyes tightly and shouted out loud.
“Ahh Ahh! Muscle pull o!” she exclaimed to the bewildered old man.
She continued moaning and shouting, hoping it was passing off as pain. She shook her body, trying to regain control of herself, but the orgasm would not let up. Her hands still gripped the table.
“Are you okay?” The old man asked. “Yes!” Ngozi grunted through clenched teeth. “Oh God yes!”
Below, Funke was still shuddering as she came, and she was still licking Ngozi’s pussy up and down, bumping her clit with her nose. Her whole hand was down her trousers now, massaging her pussy as her own orgasm began to subside.
“I used to be a football coach,” the old man said, looking at Ngozi awkwardly. “I could come around and massage that leg for you–“
“No!” Ngozi exclaimed, reaching out her hand in the stop position. She was finally well enough to compose herself. “No, but thank you. I think…” She shivered and then leaned back so she was standing on the floor again, though now on rubbery legs. “Yeah, I think it’s gone. I’m okay now.”
Funke gave Ngozi’s clit one last, very soft kiss, then backed away. She leaned back against the wall, smiled, sighed, and waited.
Ngozi finished helping the man while her skirt and panties lay in a pile at her feet. Once he was gone, she squatted down to face Funke. Neither of them knew what to say, and so there was a long moment of silence.
Then Ngozi smiled, leaned forward and kissed Funke full on the mouth.
