The First Time...Again

In so many ways, I hate Christmas, yet in so many other ways, I love it. I guess I should explain. My name is Edith Rose Kelly; I am 29 and a very single lesbian.

 

For me, Christmas is a time when lots of families gather together, or people cuddle with their loved partner. I have neither, as my family disowned me years ago when I first came out at 18. Oh, the joys of a puritanical Irish family where lesbianism is a sin against God. That was the main reason I moved to London years ago and cut off ties with my kith and kin. When it comes to a regular partner, I will admit freely that I play the field, which is why I don’t have anyone sharing my bed on a regular basis. To be honest, I like it that way, and I find no problem seducing another woman, or being seduced, when it suits me. Of course, that’s at the weekends, but on the Wednesday, seven days before Christmas Day, things are slightly more mundane.

 

The reason why I love Christmas is that, despite being alone, I love the whole Christmas spectacle. In secret, I watch all the classic Christmas films, ranging from ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ through to ‘Love Actually’. In the version in my head, Martine McCutcheon ends up in bed with me in a lesbian love fest rather than with Hugh Grant, while Keira Knightley chooses me and rejects both of the men. I did try watching ‘Die Hard’, but there wasn’t enough of Bonnie Bedelia to get me interested. I love listening to carol singers, although around here they are more likely to be carol muggers, but at least the shops belt out Christmas songs. I love the lights and decorations, not that I personally go to much effort, as I have nowhere to store things after Christmas in my small flat. One small, tired tree with a few blinking lights is the best I can manage, but I still love the magic of Christmas and hope for that one special gift.

 

However...I am an incurable romantic. There, I have admitted it, and Christmas is the time of year when it really hits me. The rest of the year, I don’t care that much about not having family or a permanent partner. On my summer holidays, I’m more than happy to sit on my own, but when Christmas comes, I want someone to come home to who understands me, who loves me as much as I love them. My soul mate will be sexually equal, so, like me, will give as good as they get, they will neither boss me about nor be my slave, and we will walk side by side forever.

 

I knew I was dreaming, and the reality was that tonight I would get home, have a long bath and then settle down to some serious reading of lesbian porn, and in those stories would create my dream lover. I guess my mind must have been elsewhere when I nearly walked out in front of a black cab as I tried to catch the number 30 bus that would take me home.

 

“Be careful Miss,” said a deep voice pulling me back.

 

I found myself in the arms of a tall, dark man, who somewhere in his parentage had a family member who was from the Caribbean. He had pulled me back from the edge of the road as the cab roared by and stood there smiling at me, no doubt expecting some reward. Being a pleasant person and not a man-hater like some of my lesbian friends, I thanked him profusely and ran for my bus. There was a look of disappointment on his face as I am sure he had hoped for more, but I don’t swing that way, never have and never will.

 

Settling down on the bus, I plugged in my earbuds and selected a story I had downloaded during the day. The story was the latest chapter in a series by one of my favourite erotic writers, and it didn’t take long before the narrative started getting hot, very hot indeed.

 

I found audio porn a few years ago and fell in love with it straight away. Visual porn seems to be a man thing, and anyway, watching porn clips on the Number 30 bus to Islington is asking for trouble. When you read a story, it's better, but of course, if anyone reads over your shoulder, they know what you are reading. The answer was audio porn, well, for the bus anyway. It got me in the mood for later when I would read naked and with a large vibrator to hand.

 

“Is this seat taken?”

 

I looked up to see the cutest pixie-faced girl with short brown hair and the biggest brown eyes I have ever seen. Without even thinking, I checked her out, noting that her top was concealed under a pink puffer jacket. She was wearing a pair of sprayed-on leggings that left nothing to the imagination, and where my imagination was going would have made a docker blush. Removing the earbud from my left ear, I waved at the seat and smiled. I had to stop myself from drooling as when she unzipped her jacket, she revealed a perfectly formed pair of breasts under a tight white T-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her nipples were poking through the top's material, and I felt myself getting more than a little wet.

 

“Angel,” she said, showing me her perfectly white teeth in a brilliant smile. I couldn't place the accent, but guessed it was northern somewhere. “Angel Lopez...it's my name, not a description,” she added with a smile that seemed to light up the bus. I was instantly in love and lust in equal measures, but what really captivated me was those brown eyes that I wanted to drown in.

 

“Edith,” I said, then added quickly, “but everyone calls me Edie. I think my parents hated me.”

 

“Oh, Edith is a lovely name,” she said in a voice that was like sparkles in my ear as she went on, “but if it makes you smile, I will call you Edie.” As she spoke, she reached out and patted my hand in a reassuring way.

 

“Oh my,” I thought to myself, “Was she coming on to me? Had Christmas come early?”

 

“Have to say you don’t sound like a Lopez,” I said, then wanted to kick myself as I admired her beautiful copper skin and her short dark hair.

 

She laughed as she told me how her father came from Mexico and married her mother, who came from Nottingham, in a whirlwind romance. It was less than a month from meeting before they married, and even though everyone said it would never last, they were still together after 22 years. We talked for a few more minutes, and she told me she was a nurse and had just finished her shift that had actually started at Midnight, so she had been working for 18 hours. She told me she was dog tired, yet the smile never left her face. I had to bite my tongue to not tell her how I wanted to take her in my arms and hold her while she slept, that was, of course, after I had licked her to heaven and back. Trying to think of something to say, I managed to blurt out, “Are you looking forward to Christmas?”

 

She looked sad for a moment, “I was until I split up with my girlfriend at the weekend, so it looks like I will be spending it on my own now. For that reason, I am doing double shifts until Christmas Eve.”

 

I muttered a prayer under my breath. She said girlfriend, which means she is a lesbian...well, bi at least. This truly was a Christmas dream come true.

 

“What are you listening to?” she said as she picked up the left earbud and placed it in her ear. This started the audio file, and as the right earbud was still in my ear, I could hear exactly what she was hearing. Of course, it was right in the middle of a sex romp involving the main character and two other women. We stared at each other as there was a detailed description of how they were licking each other’s pussies before one of them announced she was going to get a strap-on to fuck the other ones senseless.

 

Angel took the earbud from her ear and blushed slightly as she said softly, “Well, that all sounds like a lot of fun, shame there are only the two of us.”

 

My heart was beating fast. She was coming on to me, and there was no way I was letting this one slip away.

 

“Mine is the next stop, I have a bottle of wine in the fridge and would love to share it with you,” I said, trying to keep the pleading from my voice. Then, seeing the look of slight concern on her face, I added, “You can always get an Uber home later.”

 

She smiled, and I nearly came as her whole face seemed to light up, “Oh, and I was hoping you might make me breakfast.”

 

I don’t live far from the bus stop, and as we walked, I didn't dare talk in case it broke the spell and woke me from this dream. Once inside, I croaked, “The wine is in the fridge, glasses in the cupboard. I just need to get changed, so make yourself comfortable.”

 

Diving into the bedroom, my head was spinning. Were the sheets clean? Had I shaved in all the important places? A quick glance around told me the bedroom was tidy enough, and stripping quickly down to my underwear, I had a quick check inside my panties. I was comfortable that I was trimmed enough as I grabbed a robe and wrapped it around myself. I thought about removing my bra for comfort, but didn’t want to seem too forward. Walking back into the front room, I needn’t have worried about being too forward; Angel was stark naked.

 

“You did say get comfortable,” she smiled, “and this is comfortable.”

 

I went to compliment her on her perfect figure, but couldn’t speak as she kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue darting into my mouth like a tiny animal exploring the world. The robe was almost torn from my shoulders as she expertly unclasped my bra, letting my breasts fall free.

 

I caressed her hair as she devoted her attention to my left nipple, pulling and tugging it with her teeth until it stood proud. I went to speak, but she transferred her attention to my right nipple, teasing it to the same hardness. She caressed my slit through the sheer material of my panties, which were already soaked, before pulling them aside and pushing a finger into my wetness.

 

We walked, or rather stumbled, into the bedroom, our hands roaming over each other's bodies in a sexual frenzy where we fell onto the bed. Parting her legs, I wriggled between her thighs before placing a hand under each of her pert buttocks and lifting her from the bed. I paused for one moment, inhaling deeply a scent so wonderful, heavy like orchids yet fragrant like a rose, an aroma from heaven. Plunging forward, I licked along her lips and was rewarded with a deep groan of pleasure and small hands tugging feebly at my hair. Now I returned the sweet torture she had inflicted on my nipples, but this time on her clit. Teasing it with my lips, I sucked before grasping with my teeth and gently tugging. As she writhed in ecstasy, I slid two fingers into her wetness, curling my fingers to find her spot.