My girlfriend Donna and I had just returned in her car from a night out in Milwaukee with the girls. As Donna pulled into my driveway, I could see that my husband wasn’t home yet.

Donna and I were sitting in the car talking for a while when she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I quickly pulled back and said, “Donna, I think maybe you’ve had a little too much to drink.”

“I’m sorry,” Donna said. “I don’t know why I did that. Please don’t be mad at me.”

I was shocked — not by what Donna did, but by what I’d felt when Donna pressed her lips to mine. As a warm, wonderful tingling flowed into my twat, I told Donna I wasn’t mad at her. Then I told her I wouldn’t mind if she kissed me again. This time, when she put her lips to mine, I returned the kiss.

As much as I was aroused, when I felt Donna unzipping my jeans, I was not quite sure if I wanted to go that far with her; but when she slipped her fingers inside my panties and toyed with my clit, I was willing to go as far as she wanted!

The windows steamed up as we kissed passionately. Donna kneaded my clit between her fingers. She tried to move a finger inside me, but because of the tightness of my jeans, she could get only the tip of it into my pussy.

Suddenly the interior of the car became bright with light. Panicking, Donna pulled her finger out of me and I yanked my jeans back up and got out of the car. Fearing the worst and wondering how I was going to explain this to my husband, I was relieved when I realized it was only the lights of a passing car. Yet relieved as I was, when Donna drove away I was also upset that Donna’s finger had taken me only so close. I waited up for my husband Harry, hoping he would take care of what Donna had started. But Harry was in no mood for sex, and I was left feeling frustrated.

Harry made plans to go out with the guys that next night. After he left, I called Donna and asked her to come over. She was quite surprised when I came to the door naked. I told her to take off her clothes too, because she needed to finish up what she had started the night before. We sat together on the couch, and she filled my cunt with her finger.

Spreading my legs wider, I begged her for a second finger and then another, until she had three fingers buried inside me, her thumb working on my clit. “Come on my fingers! I want to see you come on my fingers!” Donna cried out.

“I’m coming!” I screamed, as everything that had been pent up inside me from the night before came gushing out.

After catching my breath, I asked Donna to straddle my lap, facing me. I fondled her erect love button, then slid my fingers into her moist, slick slit. As I finger-fucked her I leaned forward and began mouthing her big, beautiful tits. As she rocked up and down on my fingers and cried out that she was coming, her cunt contracted around my fingers and I felt the warmth of her joy flushing over my fingers. The intoxicating scent of orgasm sent me over the edge.

I had Donna lie down on the couch, and then buried my face in her cunt. Her pussy juice poured onto my tongue as she held me tight, crying out words that I never thought I would hear from another woman: “Oh, yes! Eat me!” Then, pulling me even tighter to her cunt, she released a flood of warm nectar into my mouth.

Grabbing my hand, she led me into the bedroom, put me down on the bed, and propped a pillow beneath my ass. Then she got between my legs and began eating my cunt. Soon it was my turn to cry out and release my come into her waiting mouth.

We fucked each other with the vibrator from my dresser drawer, over and over, in so many positions. Then we merged into the most exciting sixty-nine, and remained locked in this beautiful love embrace until we collapsed, exhausted and spent.

This all happened six months ago, and Donna and I have been together many times since, making beautiful love to each other as only two women can.