Jenny could see I was blue. I didn’t make any secret out of the fact that my boyfriend — well, ex-boyfriend now — had taken a job overseas and was out of my life. Lawrence had gotten the opportunity of his career. I understood that. But he hadn’t hesitated, hadn’t even consulted me before he took the gig — and that was what had me sad.

Fortunately, I had friends. There was even a pool of guys I could dip into, who would take me out and show me a good time if I asked. But I wasn’t quite ready for that yet.

And Jenny, my coworker and closest friend, recognized that. She also had a solution — or so she said.

“Come away for the weekend,” she said to me. “There’s this timeshare, a house by the beach. It’s nice and quiet. A few of us are going there. You are officially invited. In fact, I insist you come.”

Jenny had a persuasive way about her, a playful coquettishness that normally made me want to go along with whatever she had in mind. But this time, I was hesitant.

“I don’t know,” I muttered. “I might not be such great company.”

She made a grand, dismissive gesture and assured me, “These are just laidback gals, no guys. No one’ll ask you about Lawrence the Jerk. Nobody will even talk about men. How’s that?”

Actually, it was sounding better and better, and I admitted as much.

“It’s settled then!” she crowed triumphantly as she clapped her hands.

But there were still a few days until the weekend, enough time for me to brood and maybe even change my mind about the trip. Lawrence still haunted my thoughts. He’d been too recently in my life, and memories of him were still quite fresh and persistent.

Whatever else he’d been — or had turned out to be — Lawrence had been a hunk. Nicely muscled, athletic and as handsome as an old-time screen idol. He was funny, smart and charming. But I later realized his personality had been a total facade. You couldn’t be a sweet sensitive guy one minute and be flying away to the far side of the globe with barely a goodbye the next.

But as I lay alone in my bed, I longed for his pussy-dampening physique, knowing hands and satisfying cock. At the thought of him, my body tingled, and my skin heated. Lawrence had been terrific in bed. There was no denying it. And since all I had of him were memories, I eagerly plundered those mental archives for whatever lascivious images pleased me.

As I let my hands wander my bare body, I indulged in the notion that touching myself was some kind of sweet revenge. He could take his physical self away, but I still had all that pornographic imagery.

At first, there in the darkness of my bedroom, I let a mishmash of remembered moments wash over me. In all of them, Lawrence was naked and erect. I felt the press of his flesh on me, the strength in his limbs. His hands explored me. He caressed my breasts and squeezed the mounds of my ass. He licked my throat, then moved lower to suck on my stiffened nipples.

Pleasure consumed me, and my hands mirrored his past movements, gliding over my breasts. My pussy flowed, and I threw off the covers to let the air caress my overheated skin.

Soon, though, I simply used my mental construct of my ex to make him perform as I liked. Lawrence had never been shy, but as I fantasized, I put him through any and every sex act I craved. He kissed his way down my belly. I opened my legs, and his face went there. In my mind, his tongue trailed along my cleft, while in reality my fingers did the same.

We pulled out and had at my swollen clit. We teased and coaxed my bud. My hips bucked, and I humped against his imagined mouth. A cry rose in my throat, sounding ghostly in the empty room, and I came with a shudder.

But I wasn’t done. I wanted cock. I grabbed a dildo from my bedside drawer and mentally had Lawrence plunge himself, again and again, into my waiting hole. I moaned obscenities at him. I imagined him begging me to let him come as I refused his pleas.

My pussy clenched around the toy cock as another climax possessed me.

Then I was over on my side, and he was behind me. I reached around and set the dildo, slick with my juices, against my rear hole. In my mind, I ordered Lawrence to fuck my ass. He gave a wordless groan and started stroking into me.

My next climax built slowly, then took on runaway speed. I thrashed about on the bed as orgasmic energy coursed through me. Once fully sated, I slept soundly — reasoning that the fantasy session might be my first step toward hard-earned closure. Maybe I would find the rest of what I needed during my weekend with the girls. Maybe I’d finally and truly put Lawrence behind me.

Jenny and I took off for the beach after work that Friday, heading out together for the two-hour drive. The other women would rendezvous with us at the timeshare by the seashore.

By nine o’clock we were all there at the house by the beach. Nina, Yvette and Amani all introduced themselves. Right away I sensed they’d be a fun, welcoming bunch. Jenny poured drinks, and we toured the house before going out to the shore and watching the waves come in.

Already, I was relaxing. A big moon wheeled overhead, and the stars were bright. There was much laughter and female camaraderie, which was just what I needed. Nobody talked about boyfriends, and I wondered if we were all single. At any rate, I never found reason to bring up Lawrence’s name.

We called it an early night. Everything was hushed and peaceful with the surf churning in the background. In the room I shared with Nina, I fell into a deep uninterrupted sleep.

The long lazy Saturday that followed was a little slice of paradise. I talked at length with my new friends. They were smart, interesting and amusing. We spoke about our jobs and our ambitions. Yvette said she wanted to be a painter and had sold a couple of canvases. Amani was writing a novel.

Nina was the quietest of us. She had a kind of smoldering presence, with observant eyes. But when she laughed, she did so loudly, and it was absolutely infectious. She’d done a lot of rock climbing and extreme snowboarding and shyly told stories about her interesting adventures.

Jenny, meanwhile, made sure I always had a margarita in hand. The sun shone down, and the sky was a lovely blue. Somebody proposed we get into swimsuits and take a dip in the ocean. Nina demurred by saying, “I don’t swim.” So she stayed in the house as the rest of us splashed around in the surf.

It was a fun day, and I felt very at ease among their company. I was glad Jenny had invited me and encouraged me to come along.

We stayed up late, telling tales and howling with laughter. But eventually, we all crashed. After an hour’s sleep, though, I stirred awake. Moonlight slanted into the room, and I could see the other bed was empty. I wondered where Nina had gone.

I looked out the window, which had a view of the beach. Down at the waterline, I saw a figure, all by herself in the moonlight. It was Nina.

Startled, I worried something might be wrong. I pulled on a robe and snuck quickly and silently out of the house. I hurried across the sand, wondering if Nina was sleepwalking or something. I remembered she’d said she didn’t swim.

But it was definitely her, all right. I stopped and gaped. She was splashing around in the incoming waves, demonstrating a perfect aptitude for the water. The foam streamed off her body as she frolicked.

She was utterly naked, like some oceanic sprite. Something out of legend sent to seduce men — and women, too. Standing there, I beheld her gleaming bare beauty and was struck by something other than neutral appreciation. Nina was gorgeous. Her breasts heaved, and her nipples stuck out like nubs of pink coral. Her limbs were nicely toned, her backside perfectly rounded.

As I continued to gawk, she stood up in the surf, raking wet hair away from her face. With her elbows positioned up and out, her breasts were thrust forward. My gaze traveled her body, lingering at her hairless pussy.

Nina came striding out of the water. My throat was tight, but I managed to utter, “I thought you didn’t swim.”

She playfully replied, “I meant I only swim naked.” Her penetrating gaze flickered over me. “Want to join me?”

It was a simple question, but also not a simple one. I understood the implication. I had never done anything sexual with another woman, something that had always secretly nagged at me a little. It made me feel like I lacked a sense of adventure. But the right situation had never come up.

I wondered if I’d finally stumbled into the right situation. I realized I was overthinking everything. I made a decisive move and undid my robe, letting it fall away. Then I peeled off my sleep shirt to reveal my nakedness. The first brush of the ocean air delivered an invigorating jolt.

Nina’s eyes studied me shamelessly. I wondered if anyone else in our party was into girls. I wondered if Jenny was and if our weekend getaway was not just a singles retreat — but a lesbian singles retreat.

But by then I didn’t care. Nina came right up to me and took me in her arms. Her body was cool and wet, and I pressed myself against her with a sigh. Our mouths found each other, and instinct guided me again. Lips parted, and our tongues came swirling together.

Excitement opened a deep heat within me. That warmth bloomed through my middle and radiated out to my limbs. My nipples brushed against hers, and the sensation was lovely. We kissed even deeper. Her hands moved over my body, and mine did the same to hers. Boldly, I seized the rounded swells of her ass and squeezed her cheeks. My internal heat became a needy wetness between my legs. We ground our bodies together. She palmed my breasts, and I sank my fingers deeper into the flesh of her plush rear.

Together we went into the waves. The water should have shocked me with its nighttime coolness, but all I felt was the rolling heat and my desire for this woman.

We waded out, then playfully flung ourselves about in the spray. Nina moved like a creature born to the water. We caught each other and dove into the oncoming waves. We came up laughing, then smothered that laughter in ferocious, searching kisses.

After a time, we staggered back onto the sand and fell together at the waterline. The foam came up and tickled our toes as we lay in one another’s arms. I groped her breast, catching one of her elongated nipples between my thumb and finger. She groaned as I tweaked the sensitive nub.

Her hand slid down between my legs, and my muscles briefly tensed. Somewhere in my mind, I realized I was passing the point of no return. But I truly wanted her. When her fingertips grazed my cleft, pleasure radiated through me. I gasped as I pressed my face to her throat.

When those lovely knowing fingers penetrated me, my whole body jerked on the wet sand. She slid deeper into me, the contact intense and intimate. Then Nina pulled out and stroked my clit. I clutched her, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her back. She stimulated my quivering bud, and with a sudden great surge of bliss, I succumbed to a powerful climax. The orgasmic might of my release was similar to that of the sea as the riptide of pleasure pulled me under.

“That was beautiful,” I murmured.

“Just like you,” she said before softly kissing me.

My first bona fide lesbian experience could have ended right there with a climax delivered to me in the cinematic surf. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted to reciprocate. Tentatively, I moved my hand down her body and glided over her firm belly. She opened her legs with a low purr of encouragement. I’d touched myself enough to know how to give a woman pleasure, I reasoned to myself. I was eager to satisfy her.

I gently massaged her clit with my fingertips. I could practically feel her pulsing with mounting passion. I traced her slick slit, stroking her outer lips and ultimately slipping two digits inside her. As I probed her silky interior, it was her turn to gasp and clutch me. I fingered her with rising urgency, attempting to match her needs and feeling confident I’d deliver.

She cried out as her juices flowed hotly over my fingers. It was extremely gratifying, and we lay there languidly for a while beneath the wash of moonbeams.

Finally, we got up and walked hand in hand back to the silent house. We crept through the living room, where Yvette softly snored on the couch, and into our room.

We went together to one of the beds and lay down again. We kissed once more, and I tasted sea salt on her lips. I wanted more of her. I eased her onto her back and dropped my mouth onto her breast. Gently I nibbled her stiff nipple, delicately grazing it with my teeth. Her low moan told me what I needed to know.

Encouraged, I moved further down her body. Despite lesbian love being new to me, I felt no hesitation. My body had always been ready for this experience. Perhaps everybody is like that, awaiting only the right circumstances to unlock all their sexual potential.

Nina spread her legs, and I lay down in the silken cradle of her smooth thighs. In the moonlit dimness, I beheld the gleam of her pussy. I smelled her, the aroma of her arousal mingling with the lingering saltiness of the water.

I put out my tongue and swiped my way up her furrow, savoring the first touch of my tongue to her as much as I savored her flavor. The taste delighted my mouth, triggering molten shivers within me. She responded to my actions with a stifled cry. We were trying to be quiet, not wanting to wake the others. But the intensity of the act was incredible to me. I gave her another long lick, beguiled by the immediacy and intimacy of it all.

No wonder guys like eating pussy, I thought.

I mashed my mouth to her cunt and shot my tongue into her, drilling deep and gorging myself on her nectar. Then I pulled out and took aim at her clit, lavishing her swollen button with flicks of my tongue. Nina gasped, tightened her legs around my shoulders and trembled with her climax. Her juices flowed, and I swallowed her liquid warmth, relishing every drop.

I levered upright, dazed but happy. She sat up and pulled me in for a kiss, no doubt getting a good taste of her own sauce on my lips. Then she whispered, “I have toys.”

I nodded eagerly. She hopped off the mattress, rummaged in her bag on the floor and swiftly buckled a harness onto herself. When she turned to me, I saw she was sporting a firm cock. She reached down and gave it a playful slap with her fingers before asking, “Wanna get fucked?”

I flung myself onto my back, pulling my knees toward my shoulders as I told her, “Please.”

Nina sauntered back to the bed, climbed up and knelt before my streaming pussy.

Need blazed in me, but she didn’t leave me waiting. With an expert move, Nina was on top of me, jamming the plastic cock into me. She pounded my pussy, and hot delight roared through me. She proceeded to stroke in and out of me. Her body seemed built for our coupling, yet it was so different than being fucked by a man. Nina moved in such a way to maximize contact with my throbbing clit, and her cockhead drove to my deepest places.

I thrashed beneath her, letting myself go and only managing to hold back my howling cries through force of will. I was going insane with ecstasy. My hips bucked, and my head whipped from side to side. Nina pounded me, and I was helpless as my latest orgasm rose over me, a wave foaming with might. Then it crashed down on me, and I was tossed deliriously in a carnal sea.

Nina pulled out, backed off and sat panting at the foot of the bed.

“Had enough?” she asked hoarsely.

“No!” I told her. On impulse, I flipped over onto my hands and knees, and told her, “Put it in my ass!”

She released a happy exclamation of surprise. She moved in hurriedly, then her slick cockhead was nudging my asshole. As she penetrated me slowly, I rocked back toward her, impaling myself and taking her toy deep.

Nina reamed me perfectly, with a thrilling combination of sweetness and intensity. My lesbian lover fucked my ass and rubbed my clit until I came with breathy cries.

The next morning, we traded a few friendly touches and kisses as we once again lounged around with the other women, and Jenny smiled knowingly. As we packed up and headed back home, it occurred to me my friend might’ve set up the whole weekend just for me.

Nina was exactly what I needed, and Jenny had helped make our hookup happen.

But that wasn’t the last time Nina and I got together. My collection of sex toys has since expanded, and I’ve fucked her every hole to our mutual delight.