It must have been a lot easier to cheat on someone before social media.

Maybe my boyfriend Sid would have gotten away with it if he hadn’t left a digital trail of evidence.

Instead, somebody took a phone shot of him and a woman kissing outside a coffee shop. It got posted, and someone I knew recognized him and tagged me with the urgent question, “Isn’t this your boyfriend?”

It was. I didn’t know the woman with whom Sid was lip-locking, but I sure was pissed off about it! I studied the pic, trying to decide what to do. Obviously, I needed to break up with Sid. But he needed to understand how badly he’d hurt my feelings.

Suddenly, all that hurt faded. I didn’t recognize the woman, but I did know the coffee shop. She was wearing an apron. She must work there!

A devious plan formed in my head that involved seducing this woman. But my plot hit a snag almost immediately. I had never once done anything sexual with another woman, not even so much as to share a passionate kiss. I was a lezzie virgin. Would my desire to get even with Sid let me overcome my inhibitions?

I decided I should put the question to the test.

I picked out a tight black skirt, a sexy top and spiky high heels. Then I realized this was Sid’s favorite kind of outfit. Disgusted, I changed into jeans and a tee, and then drove to the coffee place.

Nervousness made my hands tremble a little on the steering wheel as I parked. Or was it excitement? I gave myself a smirk in the rearview mirror as I checked my hair. I had been trying to imagine how I might go about coming on to this woman, but that led to thoughts of actually going to bed with her. Would I be bold enough to have sex with her?

The possibility stirred something in me. I was a little flushed as I went into the coffee shop. The woman was working the counter, a blonde girl with a nice shape and friendly eyes. She smiled at me as I approached. I still had the image of her kissing Sid in my mind. I mentally replaced him with myself and imagined kissing this woman as passionately as he’d been doing in that photo.

“What can I get you?” I realized it was the second time she’d asked the question.

There was nobody waiting behind me, so I started chatting with her as she prepared my order. Her name was Suze. She was as friendly as she looked, with a musical sort of voice. I had meant to try some aggressive flirting, but I found myself responding to her naturally instead. She really was quite pretty. Suddenly, I heard myself tell her so.

She blushed but didn’t look away. I thought I saw interest flash in her eyes, so I asked, “When do you get off?”

“In an hour.”

“I’ll be waiting out front.”

“Uh,” she said, “I’m kinda seeing this guy…”

Sid was who she was seeing, but somehow he was far from my mind. I said, “I’m not a guy, so it won’t be cheating.” My heart was thumping.

Suze grinned.

It was either the longest or the shortest hour of my life. I sat in my car and sipped my coffee as unfamiliar excitement sizzled in me. She was attracted to me! I was sure of it. And I was sexually drawn to her — I couldn’t deny it. It was a revelation to me.

I pulled up out front when Suze exited the shop in her street clothes. I opened the passenger door, hoping like hell she’d get in. She did, smiling a little shyly at me before saying, “I don’t normally do this sort of thing.”

I could have told her how I’d never done this, but by now I was burning with desire. She agreed to come back to my place, and I drove us there.

Stepping into my apartment was like crossing some profound threshold. I had brought this woman here for explicitly sexual purposes. Even yesterday I wouldn’t have believed this of myself.

Suze turned to me. We slid into each other’s arms, and then, after a breathless hesitation, our mouths came together in a soft but passionate kiss.

Our connection hit me like an electrical charge. Desire streamed through me, warming my flesh and moistening my pussy. My whole body craved her — yet I stepped back abruptly.

With her kiss still tingling on my lips, I told her everything about Sid and the photo and my plan, which had been to take a picture of the two of us, preferably tangled in bed, and send it to my cheating, soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. I couldn’t deceive Suze like that. She seemed too sweet. I felt ashamed.

She held me and led me to the couch, and we sat. She kept holding me and stroking my head and telling me it was okay. She’d had no idea Sid had a girlfriend. She kissed me again.

That kiss turned urgent. I pressed my mouth hard against hers. She kissed me back with the same sudden need. Our lips parted, and I was having my first French kiss with a woman! Her tongue squirmed like an eel as excitement and pleasure overtook me.

“I lowered my head, uncurled my tongue and took my first lick of a pussy.”

We ground our bodies together on the couch. She pushed her ripe tits against mine. My hands roamed over her body, and she moaned into my mouth. We were way overdressed, so I tore at her clothing. She peeled my T-shirt off me and put her hands on my tits. I cried out at the contact and began to touch her in return. I couldn’t believe how soft yet firm she felt. I tweaked her stiff pink nipples. Then she dipped her head to suck on my hard little buds.

My pussy was aflame. Suze yanked down my jeans while I got her out of her pants and panties. There she was — a beautiful, desirable, naked, eager woman. I threw myself on top of her. Her skin was smooth and creamy. I loved her curves. I put my mouth on her luscious titties, sucking hard on those engorged nips. Suze writhed with pleasure underneath me.

I licked the silken undersides of her breasts, then I moved further down her body, letting new instincts guide me. The moment felt like a wonderful dream. I kissed Suze’s tight belly before flicking her navel with my tongue, which caused her to squeal with delight.

Then I moved down between her open legs, ready to take the most drastic and dramatic step forward into this erotic realm. I inhaled her musky scent as I looked in wonder at her pussy, a live perspective I’d never before had of the female anatomy.

Her cleft glistened. Her blonde pubes were shaved down to a fuzz. I set my face above her enticing entrance, and her thighs closed on my shoulders.

I trembled. There was truly no going back from this. But I didn’t hesitate. I was fully committed. I lowered my head, uncurled my tongue and took my very first lick of a pussy. The taste stung my whole mouth with intense pleasure. Again, it was almost electric, setting off powerful reactions in me.

Lapping at her folds, I let the warmth and wetness of her overwhelm me. I slipped my tongue inside her, stunned by the smooth texture of her interior. Her juices flowed into my mouth. I felt them trickling warmly down my throat. It was such a primal flavor. Now I understood why guys liked eating pussy so much.

Suze groaned and squirmed on the couch cushions as I tongue-fucked her wildly. I caressed her throbbing clit with my tongue tip, coaxing the deepest pleasures from her. Again instinct — and firsthand knowledge of a woman’s body — guided me. Without having to  plan it, I knew just how to excite her and make her cry out.

Suze reached for my hair and humped her pussy hard against my face. She came with a yowl, flooding my mouth and drenching my chin. Victorious pleasure flowed through me as well. I felt a deep satisfaction from having gotten this woman off.

“I want to taste you now!” Suze said, her face bright with sweat and desire.

Suze surprised me by pulling me on top of her, so I could ride her face. Just before I lowered my streaming pussy onto her hungry mouth, she said, “Grind your cunt hard on me! Fuck my face!”

Shivering, I set my pussy on her mouth. Her fast tongue raced over my sensitive flesh. She lapped my folds, sending hot tendrils of joy up into my body. Then she slithered her tongue up inside me. She homed in on my humming clit. Every touch and tease delivered a new thrill.

My whole body felt alive, buzzing with desire. Gooseflesh stood out on my arms. I found myself pressing down on her face, straddling her like I might a bucking horse. Her hands closed on my ass, her fingers digging in and drawing me down tighter onto her magical mouth.

I thrashed on top of her. I bucked my  hips helplessly as her tongue reamed my pussy. I reached down and seized two fistfuls of her blonde hair and really started grinding on her face. She made muffled yelps and groans of pleasure while keeping busy with my pulsing clit.

Suddenly, bliss got the better of me. Ecstasy rolled up my body and crashed through my skull. I let out a savage cry and poured my hot juice into her eager mouth. It was a devastating climax. I tumbled limply off her afterward.

Slowly, with cooperative movements, we reclined toward opposite ends of the couch and set our sopping pussies squarely against each other. I had never quite understood how “scissoring” worked, but I discovered the unhurried languid joy of it. We gently rubbed against one another, then pulled tighter together.

Our hips worked in tandem, with our legs neatly entangled. I felt her lovely, slippery flesh rubbing against my own. Our nether lips met again and again, in a purely carnal kiss, one only two women could share.

The languor slipped away, and we were bucking energetically, hurtling toward a mutual crisis. Our orgasms consumed us. We jerked and spasmed and cried out, and finally relaxed and disentangled ourselves.

I stood and took her hand, leading her into my bedroom.

Later, I broke up with Sid via text message, without explanation. But if he wants to check my social media profile, he’ll see I’m currently in a relationship with someone named Suze.

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