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Carina and Pauli
By
Jan
They say, "Be careful what you wish for, because you may get it." I grew up with the same romantic notion as many of my contemporaries. It was my burning desire to get married young to a handsome man, and have several children of my own.
I grew up in the south bay area of Torrance, California in a predominantly Mexican community. My family was second generation Mexican- Americans. We were raised with a strong belief in the Roman Catholic Church.
It is worth noting that nature and my mother's genes had blessed or cursed me with a nice figure, and breasts that attracted a lot of attention. I never lacked for male attention. I preferred older men, because they seemed so much more mature.
I fell in love with a guy that was the friend of my older brother, we were married by the time I was sixteen. He was also Mexican, that was 25-years-old. I didn't finished high school, which turned out to be a big mistake. My true love turned out to be less than faithful. Our lack of formal educations limited the employment options available to us. He was fortunate enough to get the job at the Union oil refinery. The worst thing was that he worked rotating shifts, every week he changed from day to night, to graveyard. I considered myself lucky to get a job working for the Revlon perfume factory, on the assembly line. It was boring work, and hardly paid the utility bills. We had decided not to have children until we could afford them. It turned out that that was a fortuitous decision.
One day a perfume bottle broke, falling from the conveyor line, cutting my leg. I was sent home for the day, to look after the wound. My loving husband had been working the nightshift, so I was looking forward to getting to spend a romantic day with him. I had to take the bus home. Upon entering our little one bedroom apartment, I found the bastard in bed with a little bottle blonde teenager. I flew into a rage, throwing everything possible at the naked ass of the son-of-a-bitch. The little teenage girl cowered at the headboard, trying to cover up her naked body with a pillow. The only redeeming pleasure, kicking his sorry ass out, was watching him fleeing down the apartment stairs bare assed naked. I screamed at the girl, "Get your ass off of my bed, and get dressed! Please, don't ever let me see you again!" After kicking his sorry ass out, the problem became how I was going to make the rent and feed myself.
It did not take long before my economic struggles became evident. I lost weight for lack of money for food. I was lucky to eat once a day, and my wardrobe was become threadbare. It drew the attention of the other women I worked with. One in particular, she was a middle aged woman, named Pauline. She preferred to be called Pauli though. She befriended me, and offered to help me. The other women warned me not to take her up on her offer, because she was a dike.
I had very little knowledge about what the word dike meant. I knew what they did to each other sexually, but didn't know why they preferred that type of sex. I was ambivalent about her sexuality, she was just a friend.
I had always thought her fashion choices were strange, but I felt her personal life was none of my business. She had never been anything but kind to me. Pauli's hair was cropped rather short, and she used mousse to comb her hair like a man. Her clothes were feminine, but looked very masculine in style. The way she dressed didn't bother me, besides I had thought the way she dressed had more to do with working on an assembly line. I had assumed she dressed more feminine when she was not working; just the same, she was pleasant company.
I was in no place to refuse friendship from anyone. When she learned about my financial situation she insisted on buying me lunch at work. I had no reason to suspect that her interest in me was nothing more than platonic. Everything she did for me was almost motherly. I wanted my independence, but eventually admitted to myself, that I could not support myself on my salary. During one of my depressed moods, as a result of delinquent notices for lack of payment, I told Pauli about my dilemma. She offered to allow me to move in with her. She even suggested that before we committed to such a living arrangement that we spend a couple of nights together at her place.
We agreed to spend the weekend together starting on Friday night. I brought a bag with a change of clothes and toiletries to work with me on the bus. After work she drove me to her place, where we changed clothes before we went out for dinner. She treated me to a sumptuous meal, and a romantic comedy, before we headed back to her apartment. We had a nightcap, while we talked about ourselves.
After the usual small talk, I finally opened up, and told her my story. I told her about how I had been an innocent virgin when I got married. I admitted that I had no sexual experience before my wedding night. The first time he fucked me had been very painful. He took me repeatedly until it didn't hurt me. I also found it disgusting the way he made me suck his cock to get him hard, and clean his cock after fucking me. He also decided as a birth control method to fuck me in the ass. That took even longer to get used to. I hated it when he made me suck his cock after fucking my ass. Pauli was very sympatric with my feelings, before she told me her story.
She told me about how she had always been a tomboy, growing up. Guys made fun of her all of the time, but she was stronger, and faster than they were. She was better at baseball, basketball and even football that any boy her age. She had no idea that she was gay until...she met an older woman.
She was a nice woman that was a fan of all of the girls' sports teams. It turned out that she was a sports medicine therapist. She had seen her at almost all of her games. She was lettering in four sports at high school. At one of her basketball games she had been blocked right into the bleachers, as a result she damaged her left knee. She had been sent to that woman for rehabilitation of her knee, after surgery. While working on her leg, the woman talked to her constantly. She trusted the woman implicitly, when the woman asked her if she could make love to her, she couldn't refuse. She taught her everything about the way women can please each other. It went well until the small town gossips found out about their relationship. It became unbearable in that town, so she decided to go west. She had heard that California was where all the queers lived. Pauli figured as long as she was one, she might as well live where she would be accepted.
When she arrived in LA, she had no place to go. She managed to be directed to the 'Midnight Mission.' A social worker helped get her into the YWCA and found her a job. She told me that she had never seen the ocean before, and spent a lot of her spare time on the Venice beach. That had been the beach at the end of the bus line from the YWCA. She met her true love on the beach. The woman's name was Karen, a truly lovely woman. The minute she offered to share her beach towel with her, Pauli fell in love with her right way. When the sun was going down, and she had to catch the bus back to the Y, we agreed to meet there next Saturday.
The next Saturday she was at the beach bright and early. She was sitting on the sea wall, when the woman approached, with her towel slung over her shoulder, and a picnic basket in hand. They staked out an area on the white sandy beach. They talked and talked all day. She had never heard of 'Muscle Beach.' It was fascinating watching the body builders working out. Pauli had never sunbathed much. She was sunburned so bad that she looked like a cooked lobster. Karen insisted on taking her home, to look after her sunburn. She applied some sort of lotion all over her body. When the pain subsided, Karen continued stoking her body. I could not resist kissing her. That was the start of our love. We became like husband and wife to each other, until she was diagnosed with lung cancer. It took her about three years to waste away. That was a couple of years ago.
I felt her pain at the loss of someone so close to her. I placed my hand on her shoulder, to comfort her, and she broke down sobbing hopelessly. I hugged her while she cried herself out. The shoulder of my blouse was wet by the time she calmed down. She apologized profusely. By the time she had finished her story and calmed down, it was late.
It was an awkward moment. I had never slept with another female, other than relatives before. I felt a little uncomfortable going to bed with a woman that admitted to having sex with other women. I didn't know what I would do if she made a pass at me.
Eventually we had to admit that it was time to go to bed. When we retired to her bedroom it was just awkward as we prepared for bed. I felt uncomfortable undressing in the same room with Pauli because I didn't know if seeing me naked would excite her so much that she would rape me. At the same time fantasying about this older woman ravishing my body and doing things to me was exciting too. My heart was racing. I was as nervous as the first night of my marriage.
I watched Pauli undress with interest, because I had never seen her in anything but long sleeved blouses. When she removed her blouse I saw that her left shoulder had an elegant tattoo on it. There were colorful flowers surrounding the portrait of an attractive woman, with long hair. I had to ask about the tattoo. She casually told me, "It was a picture of Karen, her first love.
Pauli finished undressing while she continued to elaborate about her relationship with Karen before cancer overtook her lover. I studied her body as she removed her clothes. Her figure was slender, and I could count her ribs, and see her hip bones. Her breasts were not large at all, they sagged a little. She didn't remove her panties. I guess she kept them on because I had kept mine on. I produced a nightgown from the paper sack I had brought with me, and slipped it on. Pauli put on her own nightgown.
She turned out the light. As we settled down on the bed, and covered up, I was captivated by the warmth of her body, along with the aroma of her perfume, and the smell of laundry soap on her sheets. I had been nervous about what she would do to me.
I eventually turned to face her and ask her pointed questions, with our faces mere inches away from each other. I asked her, "How do women make love to each other?"
Pauli said, "Carina, I was attracted to you the moment I saw you."
That made me pause to think about her comment. "Why are you attracted to me?"
Pauli was looking deep into my eyes. I could feel her breath on my face. I wanted to touch her. I just wasn't sure about my own feelings. I had been brought up to believe that women like her were going to hell for defying GOD's will. Everything I had been taught by my mother and the church told me to fear people like her, at the same time I had a strong desire to find out what it would be like to have sex with her, regardless of what I had been taught about the evils of such activities.
I placed my hand on one of her small breasts and felt the nipple pressing against the palm of my hand. Pauli let out a sigh, and kissed me on the mouth. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and pulled me against her body. I could feel her warm body pressed against my body. She moved her leg between mine and pressed her crotch against my thigh. She placed her hand on my much larger breasts, and massaged them vigorously. She sat up with one leg over mine and the other between them. That way she was able to bring her hairy pussy in contact with my pussy. By rocking her hips back and forth she was able to rub our cunts against each other's. The result was our clits were being stimulated. I had never experienced a climax that way before.
I had masturbated to get off and had climaxed from being fucked by my husband, but never the way Pauli had made me cum. After I had cum she went down on me to lap up my pussy juice. All I can say is that Pauli was better at sucking pussy than anyone that had ever sucked my pussy before. When I climaxed I held her head against my pussy until I finished going through the longest body shaking climax I had ever experienced.
When I let go of her head she came back up my body and kissed me. It was very stimulating to smell my pussy juice on her face. I could even taste my moist juice on her face and in her mouth. I had been a little reluctant to concede my willingness to actually put my mouth on the pussy of another woman before that evening. Now I was determined to taste her pussy. I started working my way down her body by taking hold of her small breasts and sucking on the soft flesh. When she had enough of my sucking on her tits, she pressed gently on my shoulders to encourage me to move down her body.
Her body had very little fat, so when I got below her navel I could feel her flesh sink in until I reached her pubic hair. I smelled the strong odor of her pubic hair, as I moved down to her pubic bone. As I moved to her cunt I found a stiff ridge of moist skin that led to her labia hooded clitoris. I was fascinated to see just how much her clitoris looked like a little penis. Sucking on her clit elicited the same kind of response as sucking my husband's cock. While I was sucking her clit, I started sticking fingers into the barrel of her pussy. With the insertion of each finger she only moaned her pleasure. I soon tried to insert my whole hand. I could tell having my hand stuffed into her pussy was uncomfortable for Pauli, but all she did was moan and beg me to fuck her harder. I could mark how much of my arm went into her by the wetness on my forearm. I knew by the time she came that I was in love with her, and would do anything she asked of me.
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