A Male in Lesbian County «Okay», you say. And you might wonder how my lesbian visit turned out last night? Read on, my friend. I picked her up at the station and we went to my place. I told her that all the women’s stuff in my house is from a tenant I have, but she’s away at a seminar for a couple of days, and that her room is where I used to have my office. This was just crap of course, my office is still there, but I locked the door to make it seem like someone really was living there. I'd already put any pictures of my girlfriend Elaine and me in a drawer, and once Rebecca left I quickly put them out again. Rebecca bought my explanation about my tenant away at a seminar, and in her eyes I was as single as ever. The mood between us was good, just regular chat and laughter. I cooked, and she set the table. We ate and drank tea, since she had to avoid alcohol because of a match the following day. As planned, I pulled out the English edition of FHM magazine. It had pictures of one-hundred scantily clad girls. We looked through the issue and found our favorites. She liked many of the girls, and I got the impression she even got a bit turned on. But she didn’t say anything. I turned on the TV and kept glancing at it as we looked through FHM. This wasn’t exactly what I had planned. So I went for it. «Wouldn’t it be cool with a bath now?» I mumbled. There was no answer. Didn’t she hear me? We kept on talking about this and that. I turned down the sound on the TV, put on some music and sang along with some tunes. «God, let’s go crazy and have a bath?» I say out loud. She looks at me, studying me with her eyes. Finally she says, «You’re not very shy.» «Oh, no?» I ask and continue, «An innocent bath isn’t much to be shy about, is it?» «No... But you know I have a girlfriend, so nothing will happen,» says the cute lesbian. I answer not believing anything I'm saying, «Yes, of course. I just think it’s so fucking nice to take a bath at the end of the week. You know, relax a bit.» She grins and says okay. We go up to the bathroom, pour water in the tub. I turn off the lights and light 4-5 candles. It's quite dark, but still there's enough light so I can still see her. I turn on the radio so there's soft music playing in the background. She takes off her clothes and slips into the water. I follow with half a boner. I don’t even try to hide it. We each sit at our end of the tub, so that our legs are side by side. If I stretch my hand a bit, I can reach her cooch. I lean back and relax in the warm water. Its incredibly nice. I see thatshe’s also relaxed. I stroke her thigh and glance at her to see if she’s reacting. She pretends that she feels nothing. She shows no reaction. Hmmm... I continue stroking her thigh and talking about different things. Sick situation. I ask her questions, but I don’t really pay attention to the answers. I'm focused on my left hand which is heading for her pussy. She chats on, and pretends she doesn’t know what’s going on under the foam. There I touch her clitoris with my left thumb. Still no reaction. I massage a bit back and forth, and move my fingers further down her pussy. Even in the warm water I can feel that she’s wet – and not from the soapy water. I push my middle finger barely inside her pussy. She moans softly and says, «We’re only pretending to take a bath now, aren’t we?» «Hehe,» I say a bit embarrassed. «Uh, well, you are incredibly sexy...» «Yeah, relax, no stress,» she says, and stretches her left hand towards my dick. It’s so fucking hard that it’s screaming for attention. She grabs it gently and jerks me in the water, while I play with her pussy. My God, how lovely. We go on like this for about five minutes, I guess, before we both sit up in the tub and make out. Her cooch is small and nice, but still juicy. It sort of has some meat, not just skin and bone. The same goes for her lips, firm and slim, but still powerful when she kisses. Some fumbling, but mostly making out. After a few minutes we pull apart and lay back against our ends of the tub. We are both knocked out by the heat of the water. Our hearts are racing, and we're both breathing heavily. Then she suddenly says, «Shit. I want you, but I’m dating Cecilie. And now I have a really bad feeling.» «But I’m a guy, she’s a girl. Then it doesn’t count, right?» I hope this logic will work for her. «Yes, it’s almost worse for a lesbian to cheat with a guy than a girl. If I go any further now, I sort of cheat on the entire lesbian population.» Hmmm... She’s about to back away, and I don't want the distance. I reassure her, «Okay, no stress for me, I say. Let’s cool down in the shower, and then go downstairs and listen to music again.» I smile and let out all the water. «Sure you’re not disappointed?» she asks. I lie, «Yeah, no problem.» We take a fast shower. We don’t say much. Walk around each other a bit. I’m 100% fucking horny after the jerking, and could probably have had sex with anyone. Having a naked, hot lesbian in the bathroom doesn’t help. I put on my clothes and go downstairs to the living room again. There we chat for a while about what just happened and the importance of talking, rather than keeping silent. «I don’t think it will be weird tomorrow,»she says. «No, why would it be?» I reply. I ask if we can share a bed tonight, and she thinks that’s a good idea. «That’s innocent enough.» «Yeah.» I yawn, and ask if she’s ready to go to bed, and we go to the bathroom again – this time to brush our teeth. Five minutes later we are in bed, and the lights are out. «Do you usually fall asleep fast?» she asks. «Well, it depends. Right now I’m about to burst, so that makes it a bit difficult to do anything actually.» I honestly reply. «Poor you,» she kisses my cheek. She rolls on her back to go to sleep. Fuck, what do I do now? Will I end up jerking myself in the middle of the night? No, holy shit, that’s just too sad. I take a risk and stroke her boob. She shows no reaction, and breathes evenly. The nipple tightens. I keep on stroking, on the belly, on the neck, and then... I let my fingers slide towards the edge of her panties. I stroke her lightly on the inside of her thighs before I gently let my fingers slide over her mouse. She breathes heavily, but says nothing. I feel that she’s wet through the panties. Then she whispers. «Shit, now you've made me horny again.» I apologize, without meaning it, but continue to touch her. «Do you have a condom?» she suddenly asks. «Uh... no...,» I reply. Of course I don’t have a condom. I offer to run out and get some, but then I’ll be gone for ten minutes – at least. She’ll have time to think and tell me to drop it. But she doesn’t want to have sex without a condom, either, because lesbians don’t go on the pill, and she isn’t interested in kids. I offer to have sex «just a bit» but she doesn’t fall for it. At the same time the grinding guilt she feels towards her girlfriend is quite strong. But what do you do when you’re horny? She removes my hand and turns her back to me. She’s probably trying to shake it all off, her mind doesn’t want to hurt her girlfriend, but her mouse is screaming to be touched. I give up, lay on my back thinking it was an okay night anyway. My God, the sequence in the bathtub was just great! My dick is still pounding hard, but I’m actually quite satisfied. I say «good night» and wait to fall asleep and dream. Thirty seconds later I suddenly feel her right hand around my dick. Shit. Totally unexpected – she jerks me, even and nice. I don’t hesitate, and my left hand slide under the edge of her panties, she’s soaking wet. I massage her clitoris in the same rhythm as her jerking. «A bit further up,» she whispers. I move my hand, «There?» «Yes, and a bit faster,» she says half-choked while she breathers more heavily. We make out, while we jerk each other. It's incredibly exciting. I feel a strong orgasm starting to build up. «I want you to come, too,» I whisper in her ear, and then I squirt all over the bed. «I’m coming soon,» she says, «just go on...» I massage her like crazy, and the feeling that’s she’s about to come is almost as cool as having an orgasm myself. She tightens her back and I feel her whole pelvis region shiver. Afterwards we both laugh. «Yeah, that was fairly innocent,» she says. «Yes, nothing to feel guilty about,» I smile back. We sleep the rest of the night. Although I snore so hard that she doesn’t sleep much. But that’s another story. I just drove her to the airport, and the mood is still fine. But I noticed my attraction to her disappeared as soon as the sperm was out of my body, and that’s quite okay. Even though she’s hot, the case was mostly about sleeping with a lesbian. Been there, done that sort of. Nice anyway. So even though I didn’t get to drive my dick into her, I’m reasonably satisfied. If I’d been experienced and had a condom, she would have let me fuck her. But it’s no fun with a condom. Just to finger a lesbian woman to orgasm is a victory in itself. The fact that she jerked so well, is a sign that girls are designed to satisfy guys. A win all around. And the fact that she got so freaking hot for me, and on several occasions thought I had an incredibly nice body, leads me to the following conclusion: the woman has either become (or is) bisexual, even though she thinks she’s a lesbian. I don’t know if she gets it herself, but I’d go so far as saying I have given her an opportunity to leave lesbian country safely and with self- confidence. A light at the end of the tunnel! Tonight I’m going out to dinner with a buddy, then a trip to town. I don’t think I’m up for sex though. Sometimes you need some peace and quiet. And Elaine is coming back soon; I need to have some sperm to offer her, too...