OMOLARA

My name is Omolara, very often shortened to lara and I am a somewhat out lesbian, Gay,a carpet muncher or whatever you like to call people like me living in Lagos Nigeria. I am a stem and proud of it, not one of those muscle bound truck driving Dykes with hairy, smelly armpits and beer bellies in some old movies. My hair is black, eyes are brown and I stand 5'9 inches tall in bare feet. I'm slim and my bust is way too small, i'm 24 ,i have no pets and as of this evening no lover and nobbody to call my own. Lisa is the same age, she's a childhood friend ,we schooled together. Lisa has long black hair that is perfectly proportioned for her slim 5'4 body which was threatening to melt me if she didn't let go pretty soon. "Come on darling let's go and soak, the bath is ready and I can tell you all about what happened," she purred. How she dared parade naked in front of a s*x hungry Lesbian was beyond me, but she did and seemed to think nothing of it and I couldn't hit on her much as I wanted to, could I now? She must have known I wouldn't try to jump her pretty bones. She looked good, in fact good isn't a strong enough word by any means, she looked sensational! Her skin was a beautiful shade of brown with only tiny triangles of light brown showing over her n*****s where her bikini had been, and the white string like marks of what must have been a miniscule thong bikini. She noticed my stare and we locked eyes just before she lifted a leg and stepped into the bath. "You had a pretty close shave there Lisa," I remarked, was he worth it? She laughed and said she'd just had a few days in sunshine park and no, the guy was a complete waste of space. "Get in then," she said, and I realised that I was still fully dressed,having spent the last few minutes ogling the dream girl that was taboo to me. "In fact," she went on, "he was a looser ! He drank so much he we couldn't have s*x, and when he was sober he couldn't f**k because he had a headache. A whole week wasted and not a single orgasm!" "I Know how you feel sweetie," I said, "I haven't had any for ages, could f**k a trapped rat if I could catch one." "Lara! You're disgusting!!" She said smiling as she lifted a glass of wine to her sweet lips. She tickled my feet and I did the same to her even tho I hate bring tickled , but anything to make her happy I thought. She soaped my legs up to the thighs and I returned the favour, wishing that I could "accidentally" go a little further and touch what nestled between her legs, but I dared not because her friendship meant more to me than mere s*x. Even though this bath was large there was barely enough room for two without becoming quite intimate and now and then I could have sworn I felt Lisa's toes touch my trimmed hairs down there but she never gave a sign. "Did she do it on purpose?" I thought We sat and lay there just chatting and putting the world to rights. The topic of s*x kept re-occurring but my kind of s*x seemed not to be for discussion until:- "Lara?" "Yes darling?"