A change in taste of sexual pleasures

Sheetal was excited. At last, her house wouldn’t feel lonely as it did after her husband’s demise. They were childless and were planning to adopt. But her husband’s unfortunate demise put a dent in their plan. It had been 3 years since then. She finally decided to rent one of her rooms out as a paying guest.

It took a long while because of her specific requirements. The tenant had to be a female in the same age group as her. Women her age were married, either busy in their careers or married and being a housewife. The second requirement is that the tenant must not bring guys over to their home.

The first one was enough to cull the number of people interested in less than half. The second made them nonexistent. Finally, she received updates that one was interested. Shreya was a divorcee and was about to move to the city for work reasons.

Renting a flat alone was difficult in itself. But this fit her perfectly as most of the house duties would be taken over by Sheetal for a bit more rent, which, compared to the same services offered by others, was way cheaper.

They had a virtual meeting to show the house as well as finalize the finer details before she moved to the city. The hard copy of the contract was ready and was to be signed the day she moved in.

The doorbell rang, and Sheetal rushed to open. With a big smile, she invited Shreya in, and she responded in kind. She helped Shreya settle in, and they split their work. Sheetal was a housewife with no work experience. But she had a huge inheritance left by her husband.

She did not need to work. So, she opted to take over the housework, laundry and cooking. At the same time, Shreya had to pay the decided rent and half of the utilities bill.  They went from being a landlady and a tenant to being friends fast.

They both complemented each other, and there wasn’t much they disagreed upon. At times they would go out to party or have drinks and chill at home.  There was never an issue with the second rule. Shreya wasn’t interested in men. She chalked it up to being done with men after her divorce.

She often went out and came back in the morning, which Sheetal asked about. She told them they were just one-night stands.

Compared to her, Sheetal had no interest in dating, and she just wanted to be home and enjoy her hobbies. Months went by, and their lives went by. On a heavily rainy day, Shreya brought a guest with her. She was one of her colleagues, and due to flooding, public transport had stopped.

Sheetal was all right with her crashing in for tonight, as it didn’t break her second rule.  She was to sleep in Shreya’s bedroom, as there was ample space. They had dinner, and after a few drinks, they decided to call it a night.  It was around 1 a.m., and Sheetal woke up to some sounds.

Wondering if it was just her imagination, she closed her eyes but heard them again. She got out of bed and looked around the room in search of a creature, but it wasn’t that. As she opened the door, she could hear it much more clearly. Walking towards its source, she found it was Shreya’s room.

The sounds had gotten clearer; they were pleasureful moans and whimpering. She couldn’t believe it. She put her ear to the door, and she was stunned. She could hear two distinct voices, moaning and whimpering erotically, along with the sound of the bed creaking.

She wanted to bust into the room and apprehend her for it, but she couldn’t. She found herself glued to the door, and with every passing second, her body grew hot.  This was new, this was different, this was taboo. Yet she found herself intrigued and getting turned on by imagining the act going on.

They were verbally teasing each other, and she could hear it and turned her on even more. Her hands were already between her legs, pressing her pussy over the cloth of her gown.  She started rubbing the nub of her clitoral area, moving her fingers in a circle.

As they got louder, she got hotter and wetter. They were nearing their orgasm; both were breathing heavily and moaning frantically. At times, she would hear a voice asking others to quiet down. They followed for a few moments and then got back to the same volume.

They were reaching their climax, but Sheetal was the first to get there. It had been a while since she had felt such intense orgasms, and her legs gave in. She slid down the door with her legs to her side and her hand between her legs, still playing with her organ.

Behind the door, they were done as well. Their voices had subsided, and she could hear just slow whispers. Sheetal got back to her room, cleaned herself, and got rid of the gown. She was still feeling herself while in the bed and passed out.

The morning, she felt a different kind of freshness, and she had such a weird dream. But her being naked in bed without a gown brought the memories back. It was not a dream. It had all happened, and she even remembered her enjoying herself.

Maybe it was a dream because she had drunk last night. But the gown hanging behind the bathroom door with dried-out marks of fluids on the white surface was enough to affirm that it wasn’t a dream.  Shreya had no clue, but she could feel Sheetal acting a bit differently.

The weekend rolled in, and they had decided to be home, having vodka and chilling watching movies. They spent most of the time talking. As more drinks went in, Sheetal couldn’t keep it in.

“I know you and that woman were fucking that night,” Sheetal blurted out, smiling like a child who found a secret.

“Oh, how do you know?” Shreya was stunned. She wasn’t expecting such a sudden bomb drop.

“I could hear you faintly from my room, so I was searching around and found the source of sound coming from your room,” she exclaimed.

“Aah, I’m sorry, this won’t happen again, though your second requirement mentioned no men. There was nothing about women.” Shreya caught her on that technicality.

“It’s alright. I’m not mad or anything. It’s just that it’s unnatural. Why have sex with women?” Sheetal was drunk and bold.

Shreya sighed deeply. “Where do I even start? Woman, unlike a man, focuses more on foreplay. Men are like, “Hey, there’s a dick for you,”  and there’s no intimacy, no passion to enjoy each other. That’s nearly all the men I have been with so far.”

She paused and took a sip from her glass. “With a woman, it’s more intense, more passionate because we know our body and what pleases us, and we use that to understand what will please the other person. It’s just… it’s more of what I like.”

Sheetal just sat there, hearing her and taking sips of her drink.

Shreya continued, “Tell me, when you were with a man, did you feel fulfilled always?”

Sheetal nodded no. She understood her point, and she was somewhat correct. Most of the time, it was just straight sex, no foreplay for her.  Shreya slid on the couch and moved closer to her. “Close your eyes. I’ll show you something.” Her tone was lower and more convincing.

She closed her eyes. Something grazed by her, and she felt Shreya’s finger running along her neck to behind her neck. Her neck instinctively turned towards her hand, pressing against it. Her hands slowly caressed her neck, her thumb running against her cheek, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Don’t open your eyes yet. This feels good, doesn’t it?”

Sheetal nodded yes and smiled a bit. Soon, she felt something get closer to her and felt a warm and soft sensation on her neck. Shreya was kissing her on her neck. The first kiss jolted her, and she got hot, her toes curled as her lips traced along her neck to her ear.

Shreya whispered, “This turned you on, didn’t it?”

Sheetal opened her eyes in shock, bewildered by her words. But her body was hot, her breathing heavy, and she could feel herself getting wet. Although her expression was one of shock, she nodded a soft yes.  Shreya moved in closer and pressed her lips against her.

Sheetal’s lips were shut. Her warm lips melted her walls away, and she opened them and reciprocated. Sheetal was not much of a kisser; Shreya took the lead and played with her lips, gently biting them and using her tongue to play with hers.

Shreya’s hand has slowly made its way between Sheetal’s thighs, gently massaging her inner thighs. She started kissing her neck, gently nibbling on her earlobes, and whispered to her, “Let me show you what I did to her. Are you ready?”

Sheetal had her eyes closed. Hearing her, she moaned, “Yes.” She was already wet from her, Shreya’s hands were already close to her pussy. Yet her not pushing her hands near was making her wild.  Shreya started kissing her neck and slowly made her way down.

She pulled Sheetal to the edge of the couch and kneeled on the floor. Raising her gown, she kissed her legs and made her way up. Sheetal’s legs parted, inviting her in. Her thick thighs spread apart, revealing her wet pussy ready for her.

Kissing and nibbling on her inner thighs, she teased Sheetal, making her want her more. Sheetal already had her hands on Shreya’s head, firmly pushing it towards her.  Shreya started kissing the skin around her, grazing her labia with her lips.

The touch was enough to push Sheetal over the edge. Her legs clamped together, but Shreya held them apart with force. Sheetal twisted and turned, her toes curled inwards, and her breathing was heavy. This was the first time she had felt this, and it made her orgasm quick.

Finally, her breathing slowed down, and she opened her eyes and said, “Sorry, this…this was new…”.

Shreya looked at her and said, “I’m not done yet.” She winked and pushed her lips against her labia.

Kissing and pushing them apart with her tongue, gently pulling on them with her lips. Rubbing the back of her tongue against her soft inners, she spared no effort. Sheetal was already gasping for air. The intensity of her tongue, coupled with her fingers rubbing against it, was pushing her near orgasm again.

Noticing her near orgasm, Shreya slowed down and turned to her thighs, kissing and caressing them while Sheetal calmed down a bit. She wanted to savour every second of it and turned to her breasts. Undressing the gown off her, she started to play with her breasts.

Kissing on the sensitive parts of her underboobs, gently biting on her flesh. She was running her tongue around her areolas. She was edging her before she started touching her nipples.  Sheetal found new sensitivities; the way she edged her made her crave it more.

Her nipples were hard and pointing outward, asking for more. Shreya finally started licking her nipples, gently pulling them with her lips and nibbling on them. Her fingers worked on the other while her tongue worked on the other. She couldn’t feel her heartbeat fastening and her heating up.

Shreya stopped altogether and started making her way down to her pussy again, kissing her way down. She left hickeys near her boobs and around her nipples. As she went down, she pressed the back of her tongue against her labia, pushing them apart and moving up, revealing her clitoral area.

Pushing the hood back, she exposed the sensitive head. She lubed it up with Sheetal’s cum and her saliva and gently started moving her tongue around it.  A cold shiver went up Sheetal’s spine; she was overstimulated and couldn’t take it more. Her body jolted backwards.

The sensation overtook her, and she came once again. This was intense and a first for her. Her sensitivity was extreme, and she had mixed feelings. The wave of orgasm made her want to resume the act, but the new sensation made her uncomfortable.

Shreya could see the hesitation and joined her up on the sofa. “Hey, it’s alright. It’s just a new sensation to you, and you’re very sensitive. Everyone is. It’s alright. You have that weird, bad-like feeling because of the sensitivity. It will subside.”

Sheetal looked towards her, feeling affirmed by her, and she calmed down. She smiled at her, breathing heavily because of her orgasm. She collected her thoughts. This was new, this was intense, and this felt nice, yet it was something she found unnatural.

Shreya broke her chain of thoughts, “Hey, I haven’t come once. Help me with it.” She removed her pyjamas and sat next to her. “Sit next to me.”  Sheetal did as she asked. She had her knees bent towards her chest. Shreya pushed her hand between them and opened them, reaching for her pussy.

She took Sheetal’s hand and placed it on her pussy. “Make me cum with your fingers. Play with me as you play with yourself,” she ordered seductively. Her fingers made a circle on Sheetal’s pussy.  Newbie to all the other things, Sheetal could do this, this was simple.

She started touching Shreya. She could feel the wetness on her fingers. The more she rubbed, the more she felt her get hotter. Meanwhile, Shreya was playing with her like a pro. Rubbing her clitoral area, pinching the flesh between her fingers and pulling it.

Circling her entrance and pushing the top of her finger in. Sheetal was not a match for her, but she copied what Shreya did to her.  While trying to control herself, Sheetal copied Shreya, which was making her reach her edge. All the pussy eating had already made Shreya horny.

Even her newbie touches were enough for her. They both moaned and whimpered, gradually reaching their climax. Shreya was the first to come. But she continued using her fingers like she would do on her and pushed Sheetal to her climax as well.

Breathing heavily, they both looked at each other and smiled. Shreya kissed her, and they both fell on the couch, cuddling and kissing. After a while, they both get to their room to freshen up and sleep.

The morning light wakes up Sheetal. She stays in bed collecting the events of what happened last night. It felt unnatural and taboo, yet it was exciting, and she craved it. The feeling was new, intense, and much more passion-driven. It was a new page in her life, and she wanted to explore it.

She got up and made breakfast; Shreya woke up quite later on. They had their breakfast in silence, and after Sheetal was done cleaning off the dishes, Shreya asked, “Are you okay?”

Sheetal turned back, surprised, “Oh, yes, yes, yes,” and went silent. “You know we can talk about it. I understand it’s new to you, but I think talking about it will help you process it better,” Shreya looked concerned.

Sheetal turned around, drying her hands on the cloth nearby. “It’s just that it was new, and when I look at it, it’s not something I know to do.” Sheetal moved closer, “So if…you could teach me…” She winked and bit her lip.

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