Lesbian introductions episode 1

It was a grey, drizzly night on the moors around Sarah’s house and all was quiet. Sarah sat up in bed, unable to get to sleep for some unapparent reason. She was hot and covered in a film of sweat. It was the middle of her holidays so she didn’t really have to get up for anything in the morning, but all the same she needed her sleep. She got up out of bed, walking past the guest room. Sarah’s parents were having a friend over for a while. Her name was Natalya , half Spanish and obviously every guy’s dream. Although Sarah was pretty hot too, she still envied Natalya for her sleek, tanned physique. Sarah had talked to Natalya only a few times, things weren’t quite “friendly,” so to speak- they weren’t that close. But civil enough to each other to cope in the same house.
All that was going to change.
Sarah tip-toed along the landing to the bathroom. It was a big, old house with squeaky floorboards but eventually she made it to the bathroom where she eagerly drunk some water, looking blearily into the mirror. She wasn’t wearing much, simply a bra and a pair of tight hot pants with the playboy logo on them. She liked to wear very little, especially at night, it made her feel good about herself… if a little horny. She had a great body with long black hair, deep blue eyes, full lips, round, firm breasts and long legs. She was always portrayed as a bit of a flirt at school, although she never meant it. She never really had time for a boyfriend and simply liked being herself, enjoying the gawping looks she’d receive from strangers in the street.
She’d never really questioned her sexuality, the thought of only being attracted to boys seemed like the only option, although tonight she was going to find out how wrong she could be.
Once she was done in the bathroom, she slinked back the boudoir having quenched her thirst. However, she certainly hadn’t quenched her aching sexual needs. Although she hadn’t really done much with guys (Just three hand jobs and a blow job. Respectively) she certainly didn’t hold back from masturbating like fuck. She had the same routine every night, she’d prop herself on pillows, perhaps fetch a towel and then when everyone was asleep she’d finger herself to climax. Occasionally she’d had a go at fisting, only managing half of her small fist into her tight pussy. She had an extremely sensitive clit, and she’d rub that with the other hand whilst moaning into the pillow in ecstasy. She had never been caught doing this, although the thought of somebody walking in often made it even more exciting.
Normally, she’d expect around three orgasms but tonight she urged for more. The clock on her bedside table told her it was three ‘o’ clock in the morning, about 4 hours from her last go at herself.