In "A Wedding Gift: Part 1", I relayed the story of how I met a young woman at a wedding, began seeing her on weekends, and then shared intimacy with her. The wedding was that of my boyfriend's sister Lorraine, and I almost didn't attend. I'm glad I did because this young woman turned out to be a gentle, passionate, fun-loving lover. We began seeing each other steadily and what started as Lesbian: Lusty Liaisons became Lesbian: Romantic.

I led and seduced Beth Ann in our first session and closed Part 1 thinking the next week it would be my turn to be the recipient of her passion. This was not to be. As it turned out, it was Beth Ann's first time with a woman. Being a first timer, she needed time and some slight encouragement to perform. I was sure I could think of some activities while I waited for her.

She awoke from our first session with the shame of a first-timer. She said she had been bi-curious for some time but didn't know how to go about seducing a woman. She was reluctant to try anything with any of her friends for fear of being rejected, or of irrevocably altering the friendship, even if her advances were well-received. She had gotten good feelings about me when we met, and those feelings had grown during our jogging and bicycling outings. She felt comfortable and secure with me and sensed I wouldn't make her feel dirty or cheap sharing love with another woman. She found me attractive and liked the fact that I was a few years older. She said I had made it so clean and so satisfying for her. "Thank you for making me a woman," she told me. It was the nicest thing a lover had ever said to me.  

Our second lovemaking session was similar to the first. It was a sunny afternoon this time. I slowly undressed her, removing the clothes from her 19 year-old body, savoring every moment. I pulled her panties off with my teeth. I had her naked again. Then she undressed me. What a treat! She wasn't yet ready to give and I didn't rush her, but after giving her kisses head to toe she was happy to receive me. As I neared her pussy she welcomed me by pulling herself open and showing me her clit. She remembered I liked this and did it without being told. It was nice. I sat up and gazed at her in this position for a minute.

Her father was a surgeon and her mother was a surgeon's wife. She had an older brother and a younger brother; she was the only girl, and she was definitely Daddy's girl. He had always demanded excellence from her academically and her mother had imbued her with the charm and grace of a lady. She had the brains academically and the poise was innate. But she was a free spirit, and through either her craving for adventure or rebellion against her proper parents, she was here with me. I wondered which it was as I eyed her head to toe, blonde hair on my pillow, bare breasts and pointy nipples, flat tummy, and long legs spread wide. Her labia were slightly darker than the surrounding skin, and they glistened in the sunlight. Her graceful fingers were holding her pussy open for me, and I could swear her clit was winking at me. She was the quintessence of feminine beauty. Young, open-minded, unjaded, hormones raging, inviting me in with a smile on her beautiful face. I accepted her invitation. 

I went down slowly, seductively, holding her gaze. As I neared her pussy, her delicate scent wafted into my nose. I sniffed discreetly, luxuriating in her femininity. Instinctively, I said "Open wide." She pulled herself open even wider. She was mine. I inserted my tongue