TRYING NEW THINGS

Sammy just realized that she is a lesbian. Or maybe she has always known.

All her life, she’d been with men. She had smiled through it. Played the part. But not once had it touched her. Not once had it felt real. She hadn't just disliked it. She had felt nothing.

Then, like a crack of lightning through fog, the truth landed with impossible clarity. Her desire had never lived in those moments. It had always existed elsewhere. With women.

But knowing that was one thing. Acting on it was another entirely.

So she walked. Past the regular bars. Past the safe streets she knew. Until she found herself outside the notorious place on 27th and 6th. The one she’d only ever heard mentioned in low, curious tones. The kind of place people didn't admit to wanting.

Inside, it was alive.

The air pulsed with music. Laughter rolled through it, rough and warm and unafraid. Bodies moved on the dance floor, confident and loose, glowing under soft lights that turned everything gold. In the corners, women leaned close, lips brushing ears, eyes sharp with secrets.

Sammy felt it immediately. The shift. The weight lifting. The ache of unfamiliar wanting pulls her forward.

She made her way through the press of people, all heat and color, until she reached the bar.

"Dirty martini," she said. Her voice shook slightly.

The glass cooled her fingers, but her chest still fluttered.

An hour passed. The drink went warm.

She hadn’t spoken to anyone and hadn’t been spoken to. Scanning the bar again. Just as her stomach began to twist with doubt, she saw her.

Tall. Striking. Brunette. A woman who looked as though she belonged here, as though she had never once questioned who she was.

She was watching Sammy. And smiling. She recognized that smile, inviting. Sammy’s breath caught. Her body moved before her mind caught up. She drifted toward the woman, every step lit by a nervous thrill.

“Hi,” she said.

The brunette smiled wider. She leaned in slightly, and Sammy caught the scent of her perfume. Warm and smoky, like spice soaked in sunlight.

“Hi there,” the woman replied. Her voice was velvet and smoke. “I’m Rebecca.”

“Sammy.”

Rebecca’s eyes stayed on her, steady and full of a quality that made Sammy feel seen in a way she never had before. Her lips curled just a little.

“Is this your usual spot, Sammy?”

She laughed nervously. “Not at all. It’s my first time here.”

Rebecca’s brow lifted. She looked amused. “You don’t say. You’re pulling off the illusion pretty well.”

Sammy tilted her head. “Illusion?”

“You don’t look like a first-timer,” Rebecca said. “You look as though you finally stopped pretending to be someone else.”

Sammy felt her cheeks grow warm. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Maybe a little prophecy,” Rebecca said, leaning in again. Her voice dropped just enough to feel private. “But mostly a compliment. You wear curiosity well.”

Sammy let herself smile. “You’re good at this.”

“At what?” Rebecca asked, clearly enjoying herself.

“Making a girl forget she was nervous a minute ago.”

Rebecca’s eyes flicked to her lips, then back up. “Was she nervous?”

“She still is,” Sammy said. “But now she’s also…interested.”

Rebecca grinned, slow and shameless. “Interested is good. Nervous is even better. It means something significant is about to happen.”

Sammy laughed. The tension in her chest was still there, but it had changed shape. It wasn’t fear now. It was hunger.

“So,” Rebecca said, voice low again. “Tell me what you think. First impressions?”

“It’s intense,” Sammy admitted. “In the best way. As if I stepped into someone else’s dream.”

“Maybe it’s yours,” Rebecca said. “Perhaps this is the first time you’re wide awake.”

Sammy stared at her, the words hitting deeper than they should have. “I was straight until a while ago.”

Rebecca smiled, a little softer this time. “And what made you not straight? ”

There was a beat of silence. Just enough to make her feel the beat of the music. Sammy wanted to answer, but her lips sealed off together. Rebecca noticed and decided to change the subject.

“Would you let me show you around?” Rebecca asked. “Not the bar. The world behind the bar. The one that you have been too scared to open.”

Sammy felt her heart pound in her throat. “What kind of tour are we talking about?”

Rebecca leaned closer, so close Sammy could feel the heat of her breath. “The kind where I teach your body pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. And you teach me how curious you truly are.”

The ice in Sammy’s glass had melted completely. She didn’t care.

“I think,” she said, voice steadier now, “I’m ready for the lesson.” Sammy’s heart hammered against her ribs as Rebecca’s hand slid further up her thigh, fingers gently caressing the sensitive skin beneath her skirt. "Let's get out of here," Sammy whispered back, her voice barely audible above the thumping bass of the music, her heartbeat echoing the frantic rhythm. A wave of nervous excitement washed over her. Rebecca nodded, her eyes dark and knowing, and the two women moved through the crowded bar, pushing their way towards the exit.

Once outside, the cool night air did little to temper the heat that radiated from Sammy’s skin. A rush of pure excitement surged through her as Rebecca took her hand, leading her down the street with a confident, easy stride that only intensified Sammy’s burgeoning desire.

The taxi smelled faintly of weed, the scent thick in the air, but Sammy found herself unable to focus on anything other than the electrifying sensations coursing through her body. She shifted in her seat, her eyes flickering to the driver’s reflection in the rearview mirror, a fresh wave of nerves tightening her stomach.

The jacket she wore suddenly felt heavy and restrictive against her skin, making her acutely aware of every subtle movement beneath the fabric. Rebecca’s hands moved with deliberate slowness, her fingers finding Sammy’s erect nipple through the thin chiffon of her top. Sammy gasped softly, biting her lip to stifle any sound that might escape. The alcohol from earlier rushed to her head, heightening her senses, every brush of Rebecca’s fingers sending shocks of pleasure straight to her core.

“Shh,” Rebecca whispered, leaning closer, her breath hot against Sammy’s ear. “You don’t want the cab driver to see you all wet for me, do you?”

Rebecca’s fingers continued their magic, teasing her swollen nipple, rubbing in slow, pleasurable circles that made it excruciating for Sammy to hold back her moans.

"Such a naughty girl," Rebecca purred, her tone both playful and sultry as her cool fingers slipped beneath the hem of Sammy's top.

"Just like that," Sammy breathed, her body arching involuntarily.

"Just breathe," Rebecca encouraged, her lips brushing against Sammy's ear. "He can't see us. Just focus on how good this feels."

Sammy nodded, her mind hazy with pleasure and alcohol, completely consumed by the unfolding sensations. She felt the heat radiating from Rebecca's body, mingling with her own, and the confined air of the taxi grew thick, heavy with burgeoning desire. The cab driver remained blissfully unaware, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, but Sammy's thoughts spiraled into a dizzying vortex of longing and excitement. She craved more; she desperately needed more.

Rebecca's hand drifted lower, a tantalizing descent as it slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt. Her fingers grazed Sammy's inner thigh with agonizing slowness that stole Sammy's breath. She bit her lip hard, stifling a moan that threatened to burst free, a thrilling sense of illicit desire consuming her. She felt undeniably wicked, profoundly sexy, and, above all else, utterly desired.

“Look at me,” Rebecca urged, her fingers pausing momentarily, a subtle command that made Sammy ache for more. When their eyes locked, an electric current surged between them.

“You’re so beautiful,” Rebecca murmured, her voice barely a whisper. “I want you to feel everything.” Sammy’s nipple, still erect from the slow torture, throbbed in response.

With that, her fingers resumed their exploration, trailing higher, teasing the very edge of Sammy’s underwear, her touch lingering just enough to keep Sammy suspended on the brink of wanton need.

“God, Rebecca,” Sammy gasped, her voice thick with raw desire. A consuming heat pooled in her belly, each caress driving her closer, closer to the precipice.

Then the taxi halted. “We’re here,” the driver announced. Sammy flushed, a wave of embarrassment washing over her as Rebecca calmly paid the fare.

They stood before a towering apartment building, its sleek facade silently proclaiming immense wealth.

“Let’s go,” Rebecca encouraged, her breath a warm caress against Sammy’s cheek as her fingers brushed Sammy’s thigh, guiding her into the opulent lobby.

The building’s sleek, modern interior seemed to echo Sammy’s frantic heartbeat as they stepped into the elevator. Its quiet ascent only added to the escalating anticipation. Rebecca stood impossibly close, her hand resting initially on Sammy’s lower back, then subtly moving to cup her backside, a soft, teasing rub sending a thrilling warmth radiating up her spine. Sammy’s mind spun in a blur of excitement and nerves, barely registering the floors ticking upward until the soft ding signaled their arrival.

Rebecca led Sammy inside, closing the door behind them with a gentle click. They stood in silence for a moment, a silence etched with the room's hushed opulence. Sammy felt too hot, a pleasant haze of drunkenness blurring her edges. She needed Rebecca to kiss her, to make all her frantic thoughts simply disappear.

“Come here,” Rebecca whispered, her eyes glinting in the dim light. She reached for Sammy’s hand, drawing her near, their faces mere inches apart. Sammy felt her breath, warm against her skin, and her gaze drifted, compelled, down to Rebecca's lips.

The kiss that followed was slow and intense, each movement unhurried yet brimming with undeniable purpose. Sammy melted into it, her fingers tangling in Rebecca’s hair, reveling in the soft, silken strands against her skin. The world outside dissolved, leaving only the two of them, suspended in this singular moment. Rebecca’s hands found Sammy’s waist, pulling her flush against her.

Rebecca’s hands moved with confident ease, slipping beneath Sammy’s shirt, fingers tracing delicate paths across her skin, leaving trails of warmth that elicited shivers. Rebecca's mouth drifted from her lips to her neck, placing gentle, lingering kisses along her collarbone, her hands skimming down Sammy’s waist to the small of her back. Every touch was soft yet insistent, coaxing Sammy to relax, to surrender to each sensation.

“Is this what you were curious about?” She murmured against her skin. Sammy nodded, too breathless to respond, her fingers tightening around Rebecca’s shoulders. Every nerve felt exquisitely alive; each touch, each kiss fueling an insatiable want for more.

"I want you so badly," Rebecca murmured against Sammy's lips, her voice low and husky with desire. "I want you too," Sammy replied breathlessly, her hands reaching up to cup Rebecca's face in her palms.

With a soft groan, Rebecca began to undress Sammy right there in the apartment's elegant foyer. She peeled Sammy's clothes away from her body one by one, her eyes roaming hungrily over every inch of exposed skin.

"You're so beautiful," Rebecca whispered, her lips trailing hot, wet kisses down Sammy's neck and across her collarbone. Sammy gasped softly as she felt Rebecca's hands begin to roam over her now-naked body.

The other woman's fingers traced a delicate path down Sammy's sides.

"Oh God, Rebecca," Sammy moaned, her voice barely audible above the sound of her rapid breathing. "That feels so good." With a soft growl, Rebecca lowered herself to her knees before Sammy.

She looked up at her with a predatory gleam in her eyes.

“Rest your back against the door,” Sammy nodded.

A moment later, she felt the other woman's hot, wet tongue begin to explore her most intimate area. "Oh fuck!" Sammy cried out, her hips instinctively bucking against Rebecca's face, her voice echoing throughout the dim apartment.

Rebecca's tongue darted out to flick teasingly against Sammy's clit, causing her to gasp and moan with pleasure. She continued to lick and suck at Sammy's pussy with a ravenous intensity, her fingers digging into Sammy's thighs to hold her perfectly in place.

"Oh God, Rebecca, don't stop!" Sammy begged, her voice breathless. Rebecca merely grinned up at her, the corners of her mouth curling into a mischievous smile.

"I won't," she promised, her voice low and sultry. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll see stars." With that, Rebecca redoubled her efforts, her tongue working in tandem with her fingers as she brought Sammy closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Sammy gasped, her voice raw, her throat dry.

Rebecca merely grinned up at her lover, the corners of her mouth curling into a mischievous smile. "Cum for me, baby," she purred.

Sammy's entire body convulsed with pleasure as she finally came, her body vibrating violently as she rolled her hips against Rebecca's tongue, her hands instinctively clutching her breasts. "Yes... yes... yes!" she chanted, a ragged cry of pure, unadulterated ecstasy filling the air.

Slowly withdrew her tongue and fingers from Sammy’s now-sensitive clit. She looked up at her with a satisfied grin, her eyes filled with desire, then licked her fingers. "You taste divine," she murmured before pressing warm kisses along Sammy's tummy, leading to a fervent, lingering kiss on her lips.

"Now it's my turn," Rebecca whispered, her voice filled with deep need. Sammy nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation. She wanted to pleasure her just as much as she had been pleasured. She wanted to taste Rebecca, to make her feel profoundly good.

Guided her into position, Sammy's head nestled perfectly between her thighs. smelling the intoxicating scent of Rebecca's arousal, feeling the warmth radiating from her body. Tentatively, Sammy began to explore Rebecca's pussy with her tongue, her fingers gently parting her lover's folds. She felt the wetness coating her skin and tasted the sweetness of her arousal, a potent, earthy flavor.

"That's it," Rebecca murmured, her voice laced with guttural encouragement. "You’re doing so good."

Sammy continued her efforts, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles around Rebecca's clit, occasionally sucking lightly while her fingers stroked in a gentle rhythm. She was rewarded with Rebecca’s soft moans and delicious shudders of pleasure running through her body.

“Oh God, Sammy,” Rebecca gasped, her hips grinding against Sammy’s eager mouth. “I’m so close… I’m gonna cum.”

Moments later, Rebecca's entire body convulsed as her orgasm hit, her cries filling the room as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her. Sammy held her steady, applying gentle pressure to Rebecca's lower body, savoring every reaction as she slowly withdrew her tongue, pressing a soft kiss to Rebecca’s inner thigh as her breathing steadied.

Sammy's body hummed with deep satisfaction. She let her gaze drift to Rebecca, who was watching her intently, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. They moved to the living room couch, settling into a comfortable, shared ease.

"Was that good?" Sammy asked, her voice softer than she intended. She'd never pleasured a woman before, relying solely on instinct and her desires.

"Yeah, it was," Rebecca affirmed. Hearing that, Sammy inhaled deeply, a fresh wave of relief and triumph washing over her, and she smiled.

"But I can teach you other things, if you'd let me," Rebecca offered, her voice a low invitation. Suddenly, Sammy wanted more, more than she could comprehend or even articulate. She craved Rebecca's lips on hers, her face between her legs, giving her pleasure. The desire felt selfish, yet she needed to explore it, to experience this new dimension. With newfound bravery, she opened her mouth.

"I want…" she began, a blush creeping up her neck.

"Shhh," Rebecca whispered, finishing the thought for her. "You don't have to tell me. I want to give it to you." She moved closer, until Sammy could smell Rebecca's unique scent, a heady mix of arousal and her intoxicating perfume.

“Tonight, I want to make you feel things you’ve only dreamed of,” she whispered, her voice smooth as silk. Sammy shivered as Rebecca’s hands traveled down her body, moving softly, pausing to caress and explore. When Sammy’s breath hitched, Rebecca’s eyes sparkled.

“Good girl,” she murmured, rewarding Sammy with a soft bite along her shoulder. The sensation sent a thrill through her, and Sammy felt herself sinking deeper, utterly captivated by Rebecca’s commanding presence.

Rebecca moved lower, hovering just over Sammy’s chest, her breath warm against her skin. “Let me know if you need me to stop,” she said with a teasing glint, knowing full well she wouldn’t dream of it. Then, without another word, Rebecca’s lips found Sammy’s nipple, flicking it with a practiced skill that made her back arch involuntarily.

Rebecca lingered, her mouth moving between gentle kisses, firm sucks, and soft nips, leaving Sammy panting beneath her. She pulled back just slightly, her hand tracing a line down Sammy’s torso, her gaze unwavering.

Rebecca guided Sammy onto her lap, pulling her in close so their bodies aligned perfectly. She cupped Sammy’s hips, lifting and then gently settling her down to straddle her thighs, their lower bodies pressing intimately together. Sammy wrapped her arms around Rebecca’s neck, their chests flush, heartbeats quickening in a shared rhythm. Rebecca shifted, adjusting their position, and then, with exquisite precision, began to intertwine her legs with Sammy's, bringing their most tender flesh into direct, exhilarating contact.

The motion began as a slow, deliberate grind, a subtle shifting of hips that built an exquisite pressure. Their vulvas met, creating a friction that sent a jolt of pure pleasure through Sammy. Rebecca's movements became a rhythmic, undulating dance, each press amplifying the intense sensation. The warmth of skin against skin, the growing slickness between them, and the direct, precise pressure on Sammy's clitoris created an escalating tide of arousal. Sammy gasped, her grip on Rebecca's shoulders tightening, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips as sensation flared through every nerve ending.

The intimacy of the position was profound. Sammy could feel every subtle shift in Rebecca's body, hear her soft breaths, and sense her pleasure deepening in response.

"Touch yourself, right here," she whispered, her breath hot against Sammy’s neck. Sammy’s fingers found her center, her touch mirroring Rebecca’s rhythm, and she felt herself spiraling closer to release. Rebecca held her tightly, whispering encouragement, her voice like velvet, urging her on.

"Now, let go of me," Rebecca murmured, her words washing over Sammy like a gentle wave. With a final, deep movement, Sammy’s body surrendered to the pleasure, her breath coming in short, unsteady gasps, her grip on Rebecca tightening as the world around her faded. Her body shuddered with release, and she collapsed against Rebecca, her head resting on her shoulder.

Rebecca pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, her arms wrapping around Sammy, body slick with sweat.

“Well, tell me, Sammy, do you want to go again?”