"Who's Inge?" Marie was reading a postcard which I had received from Inge shortly after my return to England. It had a short, typically cryptic message: I miss the sunshine, and I miss the rain. Come again soon. Your Inge. "Oh, just a rather dishy woman Tom and I met in Hannover." "Dishy? Was that Tom's opinion or yours?" "Mine." "Hm. She writes a funny postcard. What does it mean? How can you miss rain and sunshine? You either have one or the other. Sounds like something sexual to me." "More coffee?" "Did, I mean, did Tom, you know, ...?" "You mean, did Tom fuck her?" "Rosemary!" "Well, that's what you meant, wasn't it?" "Well, yes, but not quite in those words. Did he?" "No, he didn't." I paused. "But I did." "You did what?" she asked faintly as if she were hoping she had misheard me. "I did. I fucked Inge. In fact we spent the whole night together. You didn't say if you wanted more coffee." Inside I was gleeful as I saw the impact of my words on poor Marie. Her face was bright red, her eyes wide, her jaw dropped in astonishment. When she finally recovered, her voice was little more than a whisper. "What about Tom?" "He doesn't drink coffee. Anyway, he's not at home today. He's gone fishing." "What? Oh, coffee. No, you know what I mean. Anyway, you can't be serious. Not you, Rosemary." "All I asked was whether you wanted more coffee, Marie. I ..." "Rosemary, shut up about coffee, and tell me about Inge. Surely you don't mean you actually, you know, went to bed with another woman...." "That is exactly what I mean, Marie darling. Nothing was further from my thoughts when Tom and I met her - she's a hooker, by the way..." "A what??" "A hooker, darling, a whore, a prostitute, a tart. But a high-class tart, and very very attractive." "I can't believe what I'm hearing. Go on." "Well, first she propositioned Tom, and then she propositioned me. Of course, I was horrified, but Tom thought it would be a bit of fun, so we went into her apartment, and, well, one thing led to another." "You mean, Tom got it on with her?" "No, just the opposite. He wasn't interested, but I realised that I was. I was curious to know what a lesbian was like - and I supposed, rightly as it turned out, that she was a lesbian and not just playing games - so Tom left and I stayed." "And?" "And we talked, then we touched, then we kissed, then we got horny, then ... are you sure you wouldn't like another cup of coffee?" Marie was clearly dumbfounded as she took in the import of my words, and of the relentless descent into sex with another woman, from talk to touch to kiss to ..... . When she got her composure back, moreorless, she looked at me with an expression of earnest that I had never seen before. "Tell me the truth, Rosemary. What was it like? I mean, what was it like to have sex with another female?"
I poured myself another cup of coffee, then got up and walked to the window. Outside, the first autumn winds were scattering the leaves across the suburban gardens. In all those houses there were bored housewives trying to hide from themselves the fact that the glamour and the fun and the sheer fucking enjoyment had gone out of their love lives. I knew why, I knew how it happened, and I now knew how to escape from that terrible entrapment. I turned to face Marie. She was watching me intently, almost not breathing as she waited for my answer. "There's a way for you to find out, Marie." "What do you mean? Rosemary, for God's sake, you can't mean that I should .... Listen, you might like to try it on with a lesbian whore, but I'm not like that. The very thought of touching another woman or letting a woman touch me makes me feel ill." I shrugged, remembering Inge's reaction to my protestations. "How do you know if you've never tried it?" "Are you seriously telling me, Rosemary, that you've become a lesbian?" "No. I have always been a lesbian, but I didn't know it until recently. I'm no different from you, love."
"What do you mean? Are you saying that I am a lesbian but I don't know it yet? Is that it? You must be out of your mind!" "Why are you so frightened of the idea, Marie? Are you scared that you might find out something about yourself that you want to keep hidden? That's how I was." "Rubbish. I am normal, thank God. I don't have any perverted sexual desires." "Do you like men? Honestly and truly? Do you really care whether you have a man or not?" "That's different. I just happen to like my independence, that's all. I have lots of men friends." "When did you last go to bed with one? You don't need to tell me, but you need to tell yourself, Marie." She got up and walked to the window. She was silent for a while, and then she turned abruptly. "Perhaps I have got a low sex drive, Rosemary. I just don't particularly want to ...." Tears started from her eyes. I rushed over to comfort her. "Come and sit down, love. Don't get upset. Here, have that cup of coffee now." When she had calmed down, I took her hand in mine and looked deep into her eyes. "Sweetheart, there's nothing wrong with your sex drive. We've known each other a long time and I know that your masturbate. No, don't stiffen. That's not an accusation, that's a statement of fact. Indeed, you could take it as a compliment. I masturbate, most women masturbate. And so do you. And you enjoy it. And so do I. And so do most women. The question is: why do we have to engage in solitary sex. Why do we prefer it to what you call normal sex?" "Because normal sex leaves us unsatisfied." "Exactly! And why? Because we've been having sex with the wrong people!" "Then who are the right people? Who is the right person for me?" "I might be. Do you want to try?"
I was longing to sweep her into my arms and smother her with kisses. I had thought a lot about things on my flight back to England, and one of the conclusions I had come to was that I had always fancied Marie, and, what is more, she fancied me. But, in the mental frame in which I had operated till then, I had interpreted my feelings as friendship, not love, and certainly not sexual love. Once I had crossed that rubicon, I realised that I found her physically attractive, that I liked her company, and that it would be the most natural thing in the world to go to bed with her. I had spent a further four days in Hannover, four fabulous days of steamy sex with Inge, and occasionally with the taciturn Hannelore, whose body was more expressive than any words. Hell, I learned so much in those few days in Hannover! Inge really was the most fabulous lover anyone could ask for. My knowledge of the arts and techniques of lesbian lovemaking increased by leaps and bounds in that time. Thinking now of Marie, I knew with a certainty that was unshakeable that I could do so much for her if only she would let me. She was ripe for picking, ripe for lesbian sex, if only she would allow her true nature to show through. She was as tense as a guitar string. "Look, Marie, this is no big seduction scene. Relax, just take it easy. All I ask is that you sup your coffee and think of alternatives." I went round behind her and began to massage her neck, knowing how soothing it would be for her. "Relax, love, relax. Take it easy. Just let your tensions drift away," I kneaded her neck and her shoulders and gradually let my hands slide lower and lower over her chest until I was all but caressing her breasts. I spread my fingers over the swell of her breasts and then drew back to massage her neck and shoulders again, all the time talking soothingly to her. "Close your eyes now. Think of nothing, think of clouds. Feel the tensions draining away from you. Draining away from your neck. Draining away from your shoulders. Draining away from your chest. Draining away from your breasts."
My hands were over her boobs now, caressing them soothingly. Deftly I opened the buttons of her blouse and slid my hands underneath to caress her lovely breasts through the silky material of her flimsy bra. Her nipples stood out firmly under my caressing fingers. "Feel your tensions fading away. Feel the warm glow in your breasts, feel the tingle in your nipples, feel ...." She sat bolt upright. "God, woman, you're fondling my titties!" "And?" I did not remove my hands from her breasts. It was up to her now. The moment of truth, as the bullfighters say. "Well," she went on in a conciliatory tone, "just as long as you know that I know what you are doing." "But you don't object?"
Marie shrugged her shoulders. "Why should I?" It was a question that required no answer, and it was the signal I had been waiting for. I brushed her nipples repeatedly with my fingers. They continued to protrude in a most satisfactory way. I knew, because I knew the workings of a woman's body, that her nipples would soon start sending signals to her clitoris. Once she started to feel that lovely tingling in her clitty, .... "Come and lie down. Let me massage you properly, Marie. Relax and let yourself go." She allowed me to push her back on the sofa. I raised her legs so that she could stretch out comfortably. She looked so vulnerable at that moment, her blouse undone to the waist, her heaving breasts and prominent nipples easily visible through her flimsy bra. I noted with satisfaction that her skirt was one of those that unbutton down the front, "for easy access", as I always say. Her cunt was tantalisingly close now. I had not had sex for a week, not since my last torrid session with the indefatigable Inge, and I was as horny as hell. Marie's body was like a delectable piece of fillet steak tempting the palate of a hungry traveller. And I was hungry, God knows. I wanted to sink my teeth into her lovely flesh, but I knew that I had to go slowly so as not to frighten her off. "Look, Rosemary, no funny business. OK?" "I tell you what, Marie. I will lie down and you can massage me. That way you can stay in control, OK?"
I lay down on the carpet, belly down, and waited to see what Marie would do. After a few seconds of ominous silence, she came and squatted over me, sitting on my buttocks with her legs on either side of me. What a delicious position! I loved the ideas of her legs splayed over my body. It was a good omen after all. She began to massage my neck and shoulders as I had massaged hers. "Mmm! That feels good, Marie. You have such sensitive hands. The first thing I ever noticed about you was what beautiful hands you have. Such long fingers!" "Really?" She was clearly very flattered. "Honestly. I love to feel your hands on my body. Please don't stop!" She ran her hands down my back to my waist and then up again. She was no masseuse, but at least she was enthusiastic. "Let me turn over/" I swivelled round underneath her legs, and now she was sitting astride me looking down into my eyes. "Massage, please, nurse!" I said teasingly. She started again at my shoulders and slowly ran her hands down over my chest until she was on the swell of my breasts. I unbuttoned my blouse and unfastened my bra, which by no accident was front-fastening. As my bra fell away to expose my breasts, I saw that Marie was totally confused. "My turn now, Marie. Don't be a spoilsport. After all, they're only boobs like yours. Where's the harm?" Tentatively at first, and then with mounting confidence, Marie began to massage my breasts, stroking them almost lovingly and kneading the soft warm flesh under her fingers. My nipples ached, so full were they, and my clitoris was already on fire. I wanted Marie now, but I knew that she was still like a scared rabbit, ready to run at the first sign of danger. "Mmm! That feels so-o-o good, Marie. You have a real talent for massage. Please don't stop now."
Marie continued to fondle my breasts under the pretext of giving them a massage. As long as there was nothing explicitly sexual, she would be all right. I noticed with satisfaction that she could not resist running her fingers over my nipples. It was obvious that she liked the sensation of those hard little mounds dragging across her palms. They seemed to ache more and more as she caressed them. My pelvis started to gyrate. I couldn't help it. I was randy, and she was making it impossible for me to stay still and submit to her caressing massage without reaction. "You'll have to stop, darling, or I won't be able to control myself," I said. I raised myself up and slipped my blouser on, but purposely left it unbuttoned. My breasts were moreorless covered, but my nipples stood out clearly through the flimsy material. I lifted them coquettishly with my forefingers. "Just look what you have done, Marie! Have you ever seen nipples stand out like that before?" "Oh, Rosemary, you are awful!" she replied, but there was laughter in her voice. "And they're not the only part of me that's roused!" She giggled. "You're terrible! You really are!" I put my hand between my thighs and crossed my legs. "Aahh! That's better!" I said, laughing. She could see from the slight movement of my forearm that I had started to finger myself.
"For this relief, much thanks. Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 1," I said. Marie burst out laughing this time. "Shakespeare and sex: what a cultured lady you are!" "How do you fancy a bit of "As You Like It"?"
My hand was working vigorously now between my legs. I was getting ready to orgasm already, as my clitoris trembled more and more under the onslaught of my practised forefinger. I closed my eyes and slumped back to let my climax wash over my body. Marie watched. She could be in no doubt what I was experiencing. When I came down from the peak of my orgasm, I opened my eyes. Marie was watching me, uncertain and confused. "It would be nice if you could have an orgasm, too, Marie love. Go on. There's only the two of us here, just girls together." "I-I've n-never done it in front of anybody before," she stammered. Her face was red and her eyes downcast. "Done what, love?" I wanted her to spell it out, to make explicit what was in her mind. "You know, er, touched myself, there, like you just did." "Love," I said gently, "I would take it as a great compliment if you felt able to masturbate in front of me. It would be a sign of our closeness and understanding." She hesitated. "Go on, love, just sit back and slide your hand between your legs. I won't even look. Go on, just relax and touch yourself. There's nothing more beautiful than a woman touching herself, is there?" My soothing seductive tone seemed to allay her reluctance to do publicly what she so often did in private. I deliberately turned away from her so that we were effectively sitting back-to-back on the settee. "It's up to you, sweetie, but if you don't mind, I would like to carry on. I am too hot to cool down now!"
I resumed my gentle probing of my fanny, which by now was wet and slippery. My fingers slipped inside me with practised ease, and I groaned a little with pleasure as I touched the old familiar spots. I leant back against Marie. I expected her to draw awy, but to my delight she leant back in turn, so that we were effectively propping each other up. I detected a rhythmic movement from her which told me that she had decided to throw caution to the winds and to join me in a happy masturbatory session. "Good?" I enquired in a whisper. "Hmm!" came the whispered reply. "I am so happy, Marie, and so proud that I have you as a friend. Don't you think it's lovely to be with someone else when you touch yourself?" I felt her body quiver. Soon she was shaking uncontrollably. I turned and put my arms round her. She turned and buried her head in my shoulder. She was crying, uttering low moaning sobs from the depth of her bosom. I stroked her hair and spoke to her in my most soothing voice. "What's the matter? What is it, sweetie? What's wrong? I didn't mean to upset you. Please forgive me!" "Forgive you? You don't understand, Rosemary." she said through her sobs. "Tell me what is bothering you, love." She sat up, wiped her eyes and took a very deep breath. She looked at me briefly and then turned away before she spoke. "You haven't done anything wrong, Rosemary. On the contrary, these last few minutes have been the most wonderful of my life. I-I, oh god it's so difficult... You see, I realised when I was massaging you that I had to face up to something that I have been suppressing all my life...." "I know, sweetie, and I am to blame: I forced your feelings out into the open. I did it quite deliberately, not because I wanted to make you unhappy, but, on the contrary, because I want you to be happy, to be true to yourself, to express your feelings, not to bottle them up."
She turned to face me, her eyes wet with tears, but this time they were tears of joy. As we sat there, semi-naked in the warm autumn afternoon, we could read in each other's eyes all we needed to know. Marie offered no resistance as I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her briefly full on the mouth. Her first lesbian kiss. She drew back a little and stared into my eyes like a scared rabbit. Then she allowed me to bring our lips together again in a kiss which lasted longer. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever experienced, full of tenderness and love, and with a promise of more passionate kisses to come. We cuddled then, our bodies pressed tightly together in a loving embrace. My blouse had fallen open and my naked breasts were crushed against hers. The silky material of her bra felt wonderful against my nipples. She lay back on the settee and allowed me to lie on top of her, my legs between hers. Our pubes met and I was amazed at the heat that they were generating. I love feeling a woman's pubes against mine, especially if we have both kept our panties on. I gyrated my hips gently to establish a wonderful frottage of her clitoris against mine. Marie responded, moving in rhythm with me and grinding her pelvis against mine. It was bliss, and hours seemed to go by just experiencing the heat and the vibrant passion of each other's bodies. "Isn't what we are doing perverted?" she said as we lay in each other's arms, exhausted after our hours of passionate lovemaking. "Marie, I am a woman and I love women, and only women. I love the company of my own sex, I love the smell and the feel and the taste of my own sex. I love the softness and the roundness and the warmth of a woman's body against mine, I love the femaleness of women, I love the womanliness of women, I want to be with my own kind all the time, whether it is fondling them, fucking them or having a cup of tea with them. Forgive my crude language, Marie, but I just want you to understand how I really am. And how you really are, if only you will be honest with yourself." I paused to take breath after my passionate tirade, and to allow my words to sink in. Marie pulled her blouse over her bosom and sat pensive for a while. "It was wonderful, wasn't it? You know, kissing and holding each other tight. I felt as if I had come home at last." She looked pensive for a moment and then asked a most unexpected question. "Does your husband accept that you, his wife, is a lesbian? " "I guess he's bowing to the inevitable. He seems to have accepted that women have a very powerful sex drive and that their urges can only truly be understood and satisfied by another woman. He seems, as I say, actually to approve! As for his own sex life, well, he loves to wank, to toss himself off, as he calls it. And he is not above a bit of voyeurism, so I sometimes let him...." "You mean you let him watch while you make love to another woman? That's disgusting!" "No, it isn't. Think about it. First of all, it is our way, I mean we women, it is our way of confirming to men that we don't need them, that we can find what we need with each other. Let them watch us making love, let them see that we reach peaks of sexual excitement that they could never give to us, nor, for that matter, achieve themselves. Secondly, it can be quite a turn-on for us - at least it is a turn-on for me - to know that some pathetic male is gawping at us, gripping his puny little dick in his hand and bringing himself off, while I am enjoying the most beautiful sex in the world with my girlfriend." "Yes, when you put it like that, I suppose you're right. Let them watch us..." ".. making glorious love, Marie. Come on, darling, Let's rekindle the magic. Kiss me." I looked up briefly at the mirror and winked. I knew it was as sure as eggs that Tom was on the other side of that one-way mirror, getting a hard-on in anticipation of a nice voyeuristic experience as his wife and her woman-lover got down to the business of some good dirty lesbian sex.
Marie's mouth was on mine again. She was hungry now for sex with me. I envied her. She was just at the start of a wonderful adventure as she entered a new and exciting world of erotic sex and wonderfully deviant tastes. Mind you, I thought, as I slid my hand between her thighs, I get my kicks from leading women gently by the hand - and the clitoris - into the perverted wonderland called lesbianism. Her fanny felt hot and wet and good beneath my fingers. She moaned. At last, Marie had in out of the cold. "I love you, Rosemary," she whispered in my ear as she felt my fingers slip inside her. "And I love you, Marie," I replied, wondering how she would react if she knew my urolagnic tastes and my fondness for the dildo. I slipped my hand over her buttocks and into the cleft between. Hmm! What a nice little, tight little rosebud! That should stretch nicely when the time comes. "What a lovely bottom!" "You do say some silly things sometimes! It's a perfectly ordinary bum and you know it." "Nothing about you is ordinary, my love. Haven't you realised yet how sexy you are?" "Me?" I rolled on top of her and got my pubes working against hers again. I reached down and eased off her panties, then my own, so that our naked clitties could make contact. When they touched and we began to gyrate to increase the friction as they rubbed against each other, I think we wer both ready to hit the roof. I felt Marie's nails digging into my back as if she were hanging on for grim death. "God, that's lovely! That is aahhh that is ... oh god!!" Marie juddered into orgasm. I could feel her clitoris in spasm, which caused me in turn to come. It was a wonderful moment, that moment when two women come together, their clitties quivering in perfect harmony, each one increasing the excitement in the other. Somehow we managed to end up on the floor. I swivelled round and intertwined my legs with Marie's so that they interlocked like two pairs of scissors. Our two fannies were now sealed in a kiss, her cuntlips on mine, and our two clitties touching, causing us both to become almost feverish with lust. "Put both your hands in mine, darling," I panted. We interlocked our fingers and pulled hard until our two crutches were perfectly sealed together. The effect was electric. Our cunts were now rammed hard against each other so that the slightest movement of either one of us sent thrills through both. We were both unbelievably sensitive down there now, our cuntlips puffy and engorged, our clitties protruding like erect penises, and our fannies pouring our copious quantities of lubricant juices. Our two cunts slid against each other squishily, it was a gorgeous feeling, and I couldn't help feeling frustrated as a struggle between two conflicting desires arose in me: to stay like this for ever, prolonging the wonderful magical contact between our two throbbing fannies; or to dive between Marie's legs and drink up every precious drop of her abundant cuntjuices. She wriggled and the response in my cltioris nearly sent me through the roof. I wriggled and Marie cried out in ecstasy. "God! I never knew it could be like this....Aahhhh!!! God! I think I am going to die!" Again and again, thrills coursed through our bodies. We began to do everything we could to remain absolutely still, to contain the explosions inside our bodies which were so incredibly exciting that they were well nigh unbearable. But our stillness only served to accentuate each succeeding explosion of sexual dynamite whenever either of us made the slightest movement. "I want us to stay like this forever!" I whispered to my lover in a voice hoarse with emotion - and lust. Marie's response was a long deep sigh that came from deep inside her. The suction between our two lubricated pussies had formed a vacuum seal, so that we remained glued together even when our movements became quite violent as our repeated orgasms wracked our bodies in waves which threatened to engulf us. I loved the feeling of that total suction between Marie's cunt and my own. We were like Siamese twins, joined at the crutch, where every slight movement sent wonderful tremors through our bodies.
Marie and I finally unlocked our intertwined legs and emerged from our prolonged cuntkissing session. Our engorged and overlubricated fannies parted with a lovely smacking sound as we broke the vacuum seal that had held them tightly together. We climbed on to the settee and fell asleep in each other's arms, oblivious of everything except our closeness and the warm afterglow from our incredible lovemaking session. When we awoke it was dark outside. We stretched and yawned. We kissed, but tenderly, without passion. "How do you feel, darling?" I asked my lovely Marie. "Wonderful! I had no idea I was capable of such .. such .. thrilling feelings!" "See what you've been missing!" "Don't remind me! All those wasted years. But I promise I am going to make up for them from now on!" "Sounds like a declaration of war!" "I never realised until how now how very beautiful the word "lesbian" is. Where do I sign up?" "You are already enrolled in the regiment. Women of the world unite! You have nothing to lose but your sexual frustration!" "Hmm, I really enjoy being "united" with you, Rosemary. You are a fantastic lover." I went down and sucked her nipple through her bra, which, through all the frenzied passion of the last few hours, had not been removed. "Please! You'll get me going again!" she squealed. "That is the general idea." "But I have to go home soon." "Why? Why don't you stay the night with me? We could have such a wonderful time together." "Aren't you ever satisfied?" "No. One of the wonderful things about sex between women is that we don't tire!" I sucked on her other nipple. They were still hard and erect. "Aahh, that feels good!" Marie sank back and let fresh "thrilling feelings course through her body. "Does your clitoris tingle when your nipples are sucked? Mine do. Is that normal?" "Gloriously normal!" I said, momentarily stopping my assault on her deliciously chewy cherries. "Can I take my bra off, please? I think I would like you kissing my nipple even more if I wasn't wearing a bra." We were both completely naked now. "Let's go to bed, darling," I whispered urgently. "I want us to spend the night together making love until we die of pleasure!"
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