The Boyfriend and Me: Navigating Average and Imperfections

Lace, my name’s Lace, but my friends just call me that. I’m almost 20, just a month and two days away from the big two-zero, and I still have to rely on my older friends to buy me drinks when we hit the club. I’ve got a pretty average body, smallish tits, and a slender frame, but I do okay in a bikini, even if I do envy my friends with the more…ahem…generous assets.

I’ve got a steady boyfriend, Ben, who I love for a lot of reasons. He’s great when it’s just the two of us, but a total ass when he’s around other guys. He treats me like a queen when we’re alone, and his tongue…well, let’s just say he’s got some magic there. His cock’s above average, but not exactly a monster, and he’s one of those guys who cums a little too quickly, but hey, that’s just the way it goes, right? I usually finish things up on my own after he’s fallen asleep or in the shower, when I can use my toys to get where I need to go. I love him more than sex, but I wish we could get that part of our lives a little more…coordinated.

I work as a personal hair stylist and beauty adviser, and I’ve got a regular network of clients who rely on me to help them look their best. I get a lot of referrals from my regulars, and sometimes I get calls from people who’ve found me through my old Craigslist ads. To be honest, I don’t even need to advertise anymore – I’m just about at max capacity with the clients I can handle. It takes time and thought to make someone look amazing, but when my clients need to look their absolute best, that’s what I give them.

This story starts with a chance encounter that’s going to change everything. Linda called me asking if I had time to do her hair and advise her on makeup for a job interview, and I was able to squeeze her in because of a last-minute cancellation from one of my regulars. She gave me the address – a gorgeous house in a gated community with a view of the bay – and I have to admit, my mind was on how much I could charge her, rather than how I could help her look her best. When I pulled up to the house, I was greeted by a tiny, young Asian girl who led me inside, and I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t Linda who answered the door – I was thinking of giving her a quick comb-out and some minimal makeup to make her look fabulous. Then I met Linda.

Linda was tall, with an amazing body – long, straight black hair, perfect skin, and cheekbones that screamed goddess. Her face was gorgeous, with perfect teeth and a long, slender nose, and her eyes were as blue as a summer sky. I was intimidated, to be honest – how was I going to improve on that look? But Linda was down-to-earth and friendly, and her smile was magic.

“I’ve got a job interview with a women’s magazine,” she said, “and I’m really hoping to get the full-time position. I’m a free lance writer, and I’ve been published under a pseudonym a few times.” She explained that she was interested in this job because it was with one of the leading lesbian publishers in America, and I blushed a little at that, but I figured it was none of my business. My job was to make her look beautiful, and for her, that was no problem at all.

As I set up my station, Linda continued to talk about her career and how she’d come to realize she was a lesbian. I listened with casual interest, tuning out most of the chatter from clients, but there was something about Linda that made me want to hear more. And then she surprised me.

“Make me look as butch as possible,” she said, and I was taken aback. I mean, she looked so feminine and gorgeous, I would have thought she’d want to use that look to secure the job. But Linda explained that the woman she was interviewing with was very feminine and soft, and she preferred dykes with butchy looks. I sighed deeply, feeling like I was about to take a paint roller to the Mona Lisa.

Linda laughed at my joke, and told me that she didn’t want to cut off her hair, just part it in the middle, tone down her more feminine features, and make her look a bit plainer. I told her that from the neck up, no problem, but her breasts – which were magnificent, by the way – would be a problem. She giggled at that, and told me they were completely natural, 38 C, no enhancements, and totally jiggly.

As I began to work on making her look like a dyke, we started talking about each other’s lives. Linda told me that she’d crossed over while attending college, and she’d been seduced by a female professor who’d had a reputation for converting sweet, innocent girls from the Midwest into flaming lesbians in two to three visits. Linda said it took only one visit for her, and she smiled when she told me it was because she and another girl fell in love and left school to become wives together.

They moved to Boston, and later to Coastal New Hampshire, where they were together until Linda’s partner inherited a fortune from her father and left her for a new life in Upstate Oregon. They never spoke to each other after that. I listened to her story with casual interest, but it passed the time quickly, and I was trying to be polite.

That’s when she reached in and planted a kiss on my lips. I was as shocked as I was surprised. The kiss was both soft and forceful, and because I wasn’t expecting it, she was able to catch me off guard, so I was semi-accepting when her lips touched mine. I have to admit, it was nice, and I enjoyed it more than I thought I would.

Linda asked if I’d ever kissed a girl before, and I told her about my brief and disastrous encounter with a room mate in college. We both laughed, and she offered her tits for me to feel and suck. I spent several minutes licking the nipples, and they were really hard.

“Bite them,” she said, “you can’t hurt me, I have very sensitive nipples.” I did as she asked, and as I did, she slid her hand down the front of my slacks. I was wearing medical scrubs, and her fingers reached my vulva. She stroked my pussy lips, spreading them as she pinched my clitoris hard. I swooned.

“Oh wow,” I exclaimed, “too much of that and you’ll have a mess to deal with.” She continued to stroke me with her fingers as she kissed the back of my neck and the side of my face. I was very busy sucking and enjoying her luscious tits.

“Wanna fuck?” she asked, and I knew there was only one possible answer.

“Sure,” I said, raising my mouth off her tit just long enough to answer.

We both helped each other out of our clothes, and I was a little embarrassed about the size of my own tits, but Linda put me at ease immediately by taking one almost completely into her mouth and tonguing my nipple until my pussy was about to explode.

She asked me to re-position myself so we were in the 69 position, and I did. She buried her face in my pussy, and I have a trimmed bush – I don’t shave or wax, because Ben likes the feel of my cunt on his cock and face, and Linda did too. We lay there, each discovering the other’s sex, and Linda began to relentlessly lick, suck, and bite my pussy, clit, and labia. I went wild.

I had never had anyone make me feel so completely helpless or needy in my life. I wanted to pull away, but at the same time, I needed to push my pussy into her face and pump it against her wonderful mouth and tongue. I came, and it was a combination of panic and relief – her tongue and fingers touched my g-spot and clit at the precise moment that my body surrendered to pleasure. I was breathless.

Linda crawled up my body, kissing every inch of me along the way, and I asked her if she’d cum. She said she didn’t, but I’d be given another chance.

We lay panting and sweating, and then Ing, her personal assistant, stuck her head around the door. I was a little startled by her voice.

“LGBT just called to say Ms. Winters would not be able to see you this evening, she has an urgent need to be in the city, and won’t return until late, very late, tomorrow.” Ing stood there, looking totally edible in her very short shorts and halter top.

“Ing, come in,” Linda called to her, “this is Ing, my personal assistant and fuck buddy.” They both laughed at the comment, and Ing smiled.

“I’m afraid she has a lot of those,” Ing said, and Linda added, “Ing, meet Lacey. Lacey is here to make me look more like a butch than a bitch.”

“Oh my,” Ing said, “you’ve got your work cut out for you.” We all laughed out loud, and then Ing said, “Hey, I want to join the fun here.”

As I lay there, surrounded by the two women who had brought me to the height of ecstasy, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude and connection. Ing, the petite girl with the incredible talent for oral sex, was still basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, her small body radiant and relaxed. Linda, the older woman with the expertise and passion for pleasure, was watching me with a gentle smile, her eyes filled with warmth and affection.

“That was amazing,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Told you it would be,” Ing replied, her voice husky from our earlier activities.

Linda chuckled and leaned in to kiss me. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, precious,” she said, her lips brushing against mine.

As we kissed, Ing sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking a bit drowsy. “I think I’m going to take a nap,” she said, snuggling into the sofa.

Linda smiled and stroked her hair. “You go ahead, baby girl,” she said. “We’ll wake you up when it’s time for the next adventure.”

As Ing settled in to sleep, Linda turned to me and asked, “How do you feel about wearing the strap-on again?”

I hesitated for a moment, still feeling a bit tender from our earlier lovemaking. But then I looked at Ing, who was already drifting off to sleep, and felt a surge of desire and affection.

“I’d love to,” I said, my voice filled with conviction.

Linda smiled and leaned in to kiss me again. “I’ll get the harness and we can get started.”

As Linda got up to retrieve the strap-on, I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. I knew that this was going to be a night to remember, a night of pleasure and passion with two women who had become like family to me.

When Linda returned with the harness, I felt a sense of trepidation mixed with excitement. I had never worn a strap-on before, but I was eager to explore this new aspect of my sexuality with Linda and Ing by my side.

“Okay, let’s get started,” Linda said, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

I nodded, feeling a sense of determination and curiosity. What would this experience be like? How would I feel with the strap-on on? And what would Ing think of it?

As I began to strap on the harness, I felt a sense of trepidation mixed with excitement. I was about to embark on a new journey of discovery and pleasure, one that I knew would be filled with laughter, passion, and connection.

“Are you ready?” Linda asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I nodded, feeling a sense of determination and curiosity. “I’m ready,” I said, my voice filled with conviction.

Linda smiled and leaned in to kiss me. “Let’s do this,” she said, her lips brushing against mine.