Another absolutely true story. Tara's first time with a woman, and it's my gorgeous cousin Victoria. I don't really consider fucking Victoria to be incest, and anyway in Tara's culture they can marry first cousins...
It was my 33rd birthday. I had a bunch of guys coming to the studio to record some vocals on a garage record, and I'd told them that I had to finish at 7pm. My girlfriend Tara had something special lined up for me, and I didn't want to miss whatever it was.
At that time, my cousin Victoria was staying with us. She was working for a charity in London, and was sleeping in the spare room until she found something more permanent. She was chilling out in the bedroom with Tara as I finished the session with the boys in the studio.
Victoria was about four years older than me, 5'7", and was willowy slim with saucer sized pale blue eyes. She had soft sensual lips, and a light brown bob haircut. Quite a contrast to my hot little black girlfriend. Tara is 4'11", size eight with a dynamite body and naughty face. She had shoulder length braids and the best arse I have ever seen in my entire life.
I'd been working on getting Tara to try girls for a while, and although we'd done some foursomes together, she'd pretty much stuck to the guys. She had, however, started thinking of bisexuality in a fantasy sense so it was only a matter of time before curiosity got the better of her. Victoria and I had fucked a few times years before, and she was fully and openly bisexual.
The guys went quite a long way over time, and I didn't get them out of the studio until about 9pm. I was rather tense and irritable, as I felt that I'd worked far too much of my birthday for so little money – these youngsters are always short of cash. I poured a drink and headed up stairs to the bedroom.
Victoria was sitting on my futon next to Tara, and they were having a really good laugh. The lights were soft, and an ambient chillout CD was playing on the hi fi, I sat down on the bed, and Victoria kissed my cheek and handed me a mirror with several lines of cocaine already chopped out. "Happy birthday, cousin." She said. Tara leaned in and kissed my other cheek. I sniffed up two fat lines and sat back on the pillows.
Tara stood up, and went over to the hi fi. She turned the music up, and began to do a slow sexy dance on the futon. She'd previously been a lap dancer at one of the top clubs in London, and simply loved the attention she got when she was dancing or stripping. I lay back and watched her slowly winding her waist as the coke started to get to work.