The window of lesbian opportunity had closed for me, or so I feared.

That probably sounds stupid. I was a sexy chick in my twenties. If I had wanted some pussy, I should have been able to get some.

But somehow it had never worked out that way. I’d had a straitlaced upbringing, then went wild in college, which was lots of fun, of course. But I’d only fucked guys, who were always hovering around me with their tongues hanging out. I was a hot young thing, so getting a man into bed was never much of a challenge.

Not so much with college women, though. At least not for me.

Admittedly, I didn’t try very hard. Maybe I was too shy. Maybe I just didn’t have the basic social vocabulary to properly flirt with my own team. Whenever I tried, I came across as awkward and bumbling. I don’t think those other women even knew I was hoping to seduce them.

But after graduating, my sapphic desires didn’t go away. I still longed to kiss another woman on the lips and tangle my tongue with hers. I still wanted to lay my hands on a pair of full, ripe breasts, to slip my fingers deep inside a pussy not my own, to put my face between two slender thighs and lick some sweet honeypot until my lover moaned in orgasm.

I’d been out in the real world for half a decade, dating a guy I’d met a few months earlier, but my fantasies of wild sex with a woman still gnawed at me. Not that there was anything wrong with the life I had. I had a good job, a nice place to live, great friends, and a guy I really liked.

My boyfriend, Brendan, was tall and fit, with a finely molded face and a poet’s sensitive soul. He was also lots of fun in bed, fulfilling my every need — or at least all the needs that a man can satisfy. But my secret craving for pussy lived on.

I had resigned myself to the notion that I’d missed my chance to explore this part of my sexuality. I should have channeled some of that boldness I’d exhibited with campus men toward the women I’d fantasized about. But hindsight is 20/20.

Brendan and I didn’t live together. He had a female roommate, Tamara. She was quiet, studious, and away at her job a lot of the time. She was also pretty damn gorgeous. I wasn’t worried about her and Brendan fooling around, though. They got along just fine, but there was absolutely no sexual spark between them.

I, on the other hand, found myself seriously lusting after her.

Over time, Tamara began to invade my dreams, and sometimes I awoke with a wet pussy and lingering images of her writhing against my naked body. When I was over at Brendan’s apartment, I always hoped for a glimpse of her. I’d had plenty of useless girl crushes in college, but this one was different.

Meanwhile, my relationship with Brendan was great. I loved his cock, and I also enjoyed his company. He was warm, witty, and considerate.

One night, Brendan and I were snuggled up in his room watching a movie. I heard Tamara come in, and like clockwork I got distracted by dirty thoughts of her. I stopped focusing on the film — that is until two of the female characters began to get it on.

I started squirming beside Brendan, so much so that he noticed. My heart pounded as I watched the women kiss.

Suddenly I noticed Brendan looking at me. “Does that bother you for some reason?” His tone was teasing, but what he said caught me off guard.

For a moment, I almost burst out laughing. But then tears sprang to my eyes, and before I could stop myself, I confessed the whole ridiculous mess to Brendan. I told him about my long-simmering desires — but omitted the part about Tamara.

Brendan took it all in and was perfectly understanding, which I’ll admit surprised me a little. He even seemed to sympathize with my quiet despair over never having gotten a single taste of girl-on-girl fun when I was in college.

But he surprised me even more when he said matter-of-factly, “Why don’t you go to bed with Tamara?”

She pressed her body against me, her crotch grindly hotly against my thigh.

“What?!” I practically yelped. It was like he’d been reading my mind. I felt exposed.

He shrugged. “She’s bi, and she’s kinda hot for you. Trust me, she never misses a chance to tell me she’d do you in a heartbeat.”

Then Brendan smiled and got up, grabbing his jacket. “You know what? I’m gonna go out for a couple of hours. Go knock on Tamara’s door and see what happens. Though I have a pretty good idea about how it’ll go.” He bent down to kiss me and walked out of the apartment.

I just sat there, stunned. Then I realized I had the best boyfriend in the world.

Still, it took balls (so to speak) to do what he advised. So I went to the liquor cabinet in the kitchen and found the bourbon. After a generous shot of liquid courage, I walked down the hall to Tamara’s door. Music was playing in her bedroom. I knocked.

Tamara opened the door and stared at me blankly. Then her face registered confusion, followed by amused interest.

I found myself utterly unable to engage in small talk. A lifetime of sexual curiosity burned inside me. Tamara — standing there in pajama bottoms and an oversized T-shirt — looked insanely desirable.

After a couple seconds, I just blurted out, “Please fuck me.”

A radiant grin lit up Tamara’s pretty face. She grabbed onto my upper arm and pulled me through her bedroom door. Suddenly, our mouths were pressed together.

For the first time in my life, I was really kissing another woman — a deep, shameless, tongue-tangling kiss. It felt fantastic, and my body practically quivered with excitement.

She drew me farther into her bedroom and kicked the door shut behind us, even though we had the apartment to ourselves. (Thanks, Brendan!) Then she pressed her body against me, her firms breasts rubbing against mine, her crotch grinding hotly against my thigh.

Tamara tugged at my clothes, wanting me naked. I helped her strip at the same time. I was savoring every second of this unexpected deliciousness, like when her fantastic tits came into view, or when she dropped her pajama pants and bared her shaved pussy.

Things happened so fast, but with my senses so alive, I registered each development. Dizzy with desire, I found myself lost in a glorious blur of female curves.

I pressed my cunt onto her mouth while her own clit seemed to throb against my tongue.

The two of us fell onto the bed. The sensation of her bare skin on mine was absolute heaven. My brain was electric with lust. Tamara and I kissed passionately as I pulled her body tight, feeling no inhibitions at all.

We writhed together on her bed, grinding against each other. A thousand and one fantasies exploded in my head as my hands roamed her beautiful contours. I caressed her satiny skin, reaching down to clutch a handful of her tight ass. My other hand explored her tits, thrilled by their shape and firmness. Even more exciting was when she sighed with pleasure, confirming that I was doing something right.

Tamara reached down to caress my pussy, and I reached for hers at the same time. Our fingers traced each other’s swollen lips. We alternately moaned and gasped, our shared pleasure mounting. I gazed into Tamara’s half-closed eyes, my own cheeks burning, a craving for every inch of her rippling through my body.

We slipped our fingers inside each other. My body’s response was immediate — a bolt of excitement that made my pussy even wetter. Tamara worked her fingers deeper into me as I did the same to her, treasuring the feel of her slick cunt.

I loved the smell of her — her hair, her skin, the faint musk of her pussy. This last scent was so different from when I was with Brendan, or with any other man. It was a fragrance of intense, aroused femininity, and it drove me wild.

Tamara’s knowing fingers rubbed my clit. My ecstasy swelled, surged. I teased her own bud, again thrilled to feel her respond to my touch, and to hear her moan. Her fingers worked in and out of me, and following her lead, I finger-fucked her with a similar rhythm.

Seconds later, we both began bucking crazily, and then smothered a mutual cry of bliss by mashing our mouths together. I came hard, lifting into a head-spinning orgasm, and Tamara was right there with me, quivering through a delirious climax of her own.

When our bodies stopped shaking, we grinned at each other, panting. But the two of us getting off once didn’t mean the show was over. I wanted more, and so did she. I wanted to taste her pussy. I wanted to make her come again.

We moved our bodies into a 69 postion, with Tamara guiding me to be on top, my pussy and ass covering her face, my own face lowering to her pussy. Even as her tongue touched me, I pressed my mouth onto her hot cleft and began greedily licking.

I parted her folds with my face, feeling her wetness on my cheeks. Then I put my tongue to her clit, determined to make Tamara come with my mouth.

She hungrily ate my pussy from below, her fingers clutching my ass. I pressed my cunt onto her mouth while her own clit seemed to throb against my tongue.

Before long, Tamara was thrashing, her hips bucking. Moaning, she came again, and a moment later my debut lesbian experience reached another ecstatic peak and I practically screamed, my whole body shaking.

It had been worth the wait. And weirdly enough, I had my boyfriend Brendan to thank for setting things in motion!