beginnings, oral, F/FF, F/F
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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Jewish Girl Goes West
By
Jan
I'm the descendant of Russian Jews that migrated when the Zar Nicholas started driving Jews out of Russia. My family settled in New York and became good Americans, while clinging our Jewish identity. My family had been Orthodox Hasidic Jews, but over the years most of my family had soften their look to fit in with the rest of New Yorkers. The men stopped wearing the curls in front of their ears, the fur hats, and most of them stopped wearing the long coat, but they kept the practice of the father arranging the marriage of their daughters.
I must admit that I see myself as a typical Jewish female and my facial featurettes resemble those of Barbra Streisand. My parents named me Daniella. When I reached marriageable age, my marriage was arranged. I hated the idea of marrying an ugly old man regardless of his social status of being a successful businessman. The only way I could avoid my fate was to leave home. I had a school friend, Named Gila. We had been good friends, so when she moved to San Francisco, California she wrote me and gave me her address and phone number so I contacted her, and packed a few things and headed west.
When I arrived, I called Gila, and she picked me up at the airport. I had never ridden in car before. It was all a strange adventure for me. I was fascinated by everything. On the ride to her home she asked me for more detail about why I left home, and she casually mentioned that she was living with an older woman, named Erika. (A Swedish girl's version of 'Eric the Red' was a legionary Viking King.) It was obvious by the name that her friend was not Jewish. She drove us to her home on a hill south of town and it was an old house with a two-car garage cut into the side of the hill. The house was built on top of the garage and also cut into the hill. From the front window, there was a commanding view of the city lights over the roof on the house on the other side of the street. After parking the car, we walked up stairs to the entrance of the house.
Gila proudly showed me around the house. The living room was over the garage with a staircase leading to the other floor. There was a hall to the left leading to a bathroom, laundry room, kitchen and dining room. The bedrooms were on the third floor with a veranda so that they could have their coffee out there when the weather permitted. There was a spacious remodeled bathroom with granite counters with two sinks, glassed in shower and a spacious tub along with a fancy toilet. The second bedroom was in back with a view of what little back yard there was. After the grand tour, we returned to the kitchen to make coffee.
While we sipped our coffee, Gila told me more about why she left home. Like me her family was pressuring her to marry a specific young man. She assured me that she understood why I had fled. She told me that she would move in with Gila and I could have the use of the second bedroom.
I objected to me putting her out. I told her that I could sleep on the couch until I got a job and a place of my own, but Gila wouldn't hear of that. She insisted on me using her bedroom and insisted on putting my bag in that room.
When Erica got home from work there were introductions, and she also insisted that I use the second bedroom as long as I wanted. I liked her immediately.
Erica was tall for a woman she was about five- feet nine and six foot with heels on. She had a nice figure with large breasts and proportionally large hips. They looked more like mother and daughter by the difference in their size. Gila and I are only five- foot two at best. Gila wears her Jewishness on her face like me. She is a slender girl with breasts no larger than half of a grapefruit.
They insisted on taking me out to dinner. It was a great evening and I was tired from the travel and the long day. I gained three hours traveling west, so it was almost like the plain arrived before it left New York, as far as my watch told me.
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When we returned home, we took turns using the bathroom before going to bed. Erica and Gila went to the front bedroom and I retried to the back bedroom. As tired as I was it was hard to go to sleep because of the different feel of the bed and the smell of the room. Then I started becoming aware of the sounds coming from the front bedroom.
At first, I was puzzled by the sounds. There were some sucking sounds and there was a sound that sounded like someone was getting spanked. Then there were giggling sounds. Eventually there was absolutely the sound of females moaning. I suspected what was going on but had little understanding of what women did to please each other.
After Erica left for work Gila and I had something to eat before we started talking about finding me employment. Considering my lack of formal education, we suspected that I better look for a teller's job for something like a bank. Gila apologized if they had disturbed me last night.
I was naive and asked what was going on? That was when she dropped the bombshell, "I discovered that I am a lesbian before I left home. I met Erica shortly after arriving here and she is my 46-year-old lover.
It took me a little time to absorb the information. I had never thought about the possibility of a woman a lover. The more I thought about it the prospect the more acceptable it sounded.
Glia took my reluctance to respond as a rejection of her lifestyle. She said, "Daniella, don't worry we will not try and seduce you. You can live here as long as you like, even if you disapprove of our lifestyle"
"I'm sorry Gila my muteness was just the shock of your revelation. I had never thought about the possibility of a woman being my love or life partner. In truth the possibility is not unattractive to me.
Gils smiled, "Erica and I would be happy to introduce you to the lesbian community."
I smiled, "I think getting a job is more important at the present." We both chuckled.
As the days passed I became more comfortable with the climate and smells. I learned to use the public transportation to get around town. I applied for employment as a clerk at every bank and brokerage house in town. It took a couple of weeks and many interviews before I was offered a job for a bank. Gila allowed me to use her clothes until I could buy clothes apocopate for the job. The clothes I brought with me were to dowdy.
The two of them were great about taking me out to dinner and entertainment. Their language shocked me at first, but I eventually became comfortable with their language and with them. We joked about sex and I became comfortable with us touching each other. I even became comfortable walking around the house in the nude like them.
One afternoon when we got home from work, we decided to have an evening out. While we were getting ready we were all in the bathroom getting ready. Pretty soon we were feeling each other's butt. When we left the bathroom, we went into the master bedroom and the three of us wound up on the bed feeling each other up and kissing. One evening after a delicious dinner I asked them, "What is it like to have sex with a woman?"
Erica looked at Glia and smiled. "We can show you, if you like?"
"Yes please!"
It was very exciting and strange to have two women undressing me. When I was naked they laid me on their bed. Gila set about licking my pussy while Erica set about massaging my breasts and sucking on them. I had an orgasm before they changed places. The sucked on my flesh so long I was beginning to feel like it would never end.
I wondered if I could suck on their pussies, but doubted I could do that. In the end, I didn't have a choice Gila mounted my head as I lay there and started rubbing her pussy against my face from chin to forehead. I relished the smell and the wet flesh. I even enjoyed the taste of her asshole as she ground her butt into my face. That evening I even willingly went down on Erica and ate her pussy and rimmed her asshole without being forced to do so. Later that evening they agreed that I should be introduced to the lesbian community. They planned on taking me to a party that Friday evening.
Friday just before noon the bank manager called me into his office. I entered with some trepidation. I wondered what I had done wrong. He asked me to be seated with a sweep of his hand.
"Daniella, you have been doing an excellent job, and I see potential in you. I'm giving you a five percent raise as of today. I have some influence at San Francisco State. I would like you to enroll there. We will be happy to reimburse your expenses. I could see you becoming a branch manager someday if you get a business degree. I would be happy to arrange your work schedule to accommodate your class schedule. I was stunned and thanked him profusely. I was floating on a cloud when I got home.
They were thrilled with my good news. It was a perfect opportunity to celebrate. We were in good spirits when we arrived at the party. It was held at the home of a friend of theirs.
When we arrived, the party was in full swing. Erica introduced me to our hostess. She was a very fashionable woman in her fifties. Erica told me that she had been a very popular model for years, now she runs a modeling agency. I was fascinated by the party guests. There were attractive young women dressed to the nines and there were older women dressed more like men with suits and ties. Their hair was cut in a like mannish style, but nothing couldn't hide the size of their huge breasts.
The booze flowed freely and loud music playing. It was a crowded residence. You couldn't move from one room to another without bumping into other bodies. An attractive older woman asked me to dance, and I looked at Erica and Gila for approval. They both told me to go ahead. As we dance she held me close to her body. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest. Hell, all I would have to do was turn my head and I could have mouthed her tits. While dancing she made sure to make contact with my crotch with her thigh. She asked for my name and told me her name was Sonia. While we danced, she got me to tell her my life's story.
I was asked to dance by a number of women. I suspect it was because I was unknown by them. There were certainly prettier young women available. Sonia seemed to ask me to dance every two or three time between records. It was obvious she was flirting with me. I asked Erica and Gila what I should do. They simply told me if you like her go home with her if she asks.
The longer the party went on the drunker they got and the bolder they got. There was a lot of kissing and sex going on. Tits were exposed for hands and mouths. The same could be said for crotches. I even saw one of the dykes squatting behind a sexy young woman. She had her short skirt hiked up and her thong pulled aside as the dyke licked her asshole. I was dancing with Sonia again and she asked me if I would like to come home with her. I kissed the cleavage between her tits and assured her that I would be happy to accompany her home, only I had to tell my friends.
Sonia held my hand while I asked them for permission. They both gave their blessing and told me to have fun.
It was surreal thanking the hostess for a fabulous party. We took public transportation to her building. It reminded me of New York a tall building with flats sold as condos. She ushered me into the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor. As soon as the elevator door closed she took me into her arms and kissed me.
When the elevator stopped and the door opened we stepped out into a clean lobby with several doors. She led me to one of the doors and opened it with a magnetic key. It was a very open space. There was no separation between living cooking and dining space. The only closed spaces was the laundry, bathroom and bedrooms. She had a large bedroom and a guest room. She poured us both a glass of red wine, as she showed me around. It all looked like a Hollywood movie set. I wondered what she did for a living, but felt uncomfortable asking.
I was impressed with her clothes. She had put on a heavy wool over coat when we left the party. Now in the privacy of her home she removed the coat and tossed it over the back of a sectional couch. I admired her figure. She was every bit as tall as Erica. She had a full figure and was justly proud of her F sized breasts. Her cocktail dress had a halter top. Plenty of white flesh was exposed on either side of the material covering most of her tits. There was a belt around her waist that accented the size of her wide hips. Her nylons were nude, and hardly noticeable. She had on expensive platform pumps with four inch heels in black with red soles. She didn't need jewelry but she did have on a rope of fresh water pearls. Her ear rings were made from some sort of pearlescent sea shells that dangled down her long neck. Her satin brown hair fell over her shoulders and covering her breasts whenever she turned her head. She had magnetic gray eyes that captivated me.
My own wardrobe had been meager when I arrived, but I had been buying clothes suitable for work. I had bought one party dress at the instance of Gila. She had insisted that every girl had to have one little black dress. It was a sleeveless dress with a swooping front and back. The tight skirt didn't cover much more that my butt. I had one pair of dark nylons to go with the shiny black three-inch pumps. Erica told me that I was too young to wear a lot of jewelry, so she gave me a single strand of black pearls that rested between my tits. She said that that would show off my cleavage. My hair is naturally course and curly. I do my best to straighten it, but the damp San Francisco air makes my hair look frizzy.
Sonia ran her fingers through my hair when I complained that I couldn't do anything with it. She assured me that she loved my hair.
She slipped the straps off my shoulders as she kissed me and pulled them down to my upper arms exposing my breasts. The three-inch straps pinned my arms at my sides. She was molding my breasts and suck on them, all she wanted. She pulled me the sectional and sat down and sat me on her lap. She continued sucking on my tit, while she used her right hand to feel the soft inner thigh and slide her hand up to my crotch. She looked me in the eye and told me, "I see you aren't wearing panties and you are clean shaven." As she said that she started tickling my clitoris.
I was breathing hard with excitement. I couldn't resist felling her breasts. Sonia used her left hand to unfasten the halter top at the back of her neck. I was fascinated with her breasts. I asked if she had implants, but she assured me that they were all hers, and her back told her so. I found them fascinating. They had traces of freckles between her breasts and there were a couple of brown moles on her left tit. I found her dimpled areolas fascinating, and her nipples were as big and the first joint of her index finger. I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked hard on it as I pulled my head back stretching the tit. Sonia was busy too.
She was finger fucking me until I was moaning through an orgasm. To show my appreciation I slid off her lap and knelt between her thick thighs and stroked her smooth flesh. As she parted her legs, I saw that her pubic hair was bikini trimmed. Her labia minora were dangling like gray folds of flesh. The ridge of her clit was exposed and ended in a fleshy nub like the head of a tiny penis. I adored the musky womanly smell emitted by her cunt. I buried my face in the warm wet flesh and sucked on her clit until she slapped her thighs against the sides of my head, and yelled, "I'm cumming you sweet little thing!"
When she finished, she pulled me up and kissed me again. She sure didn't mind the wet fluid of her pussy juice all over my face. She flopped on her back with her legs dangling over the back of the couch and her head hanging off the edge of the couch. She told me to sit on her face. I straddled her head and sat on her chest as I took hold of two hands full of her hair and lifted her head up as I moved forward until she was sucking on my pussy. I ground my cunt into her mouth, and rocked back and forth dragging my pussy and asshole over her chin and nose. Her eye shadow and mascara was smeared by the time I had an orgasm.
She pleaded with me to stay the rest of the weekend with her. My first though was about what was I was going to wear, and she assured me that I wouldn't need anything to wear for two days. By Sunday evening when I had to go to Erica's to clean up for work, Sonia pleaded with me to live with her.
It was an attractive offer because I could practically walk to work from her place, and she was one hell of a lover. When I got home I talked to Erica and Gila about it. They were pleased with my choice.
The four of us packed up my belongings and took them to Sonia's. I lived with her for the five years it took me to get my business degree with a minor in accounting. by the time I got my degree I was made the back manager at one of the banks not far from where I had been working.
It became necessary for me to find my own place. I selected to find a condo apartment flat like Sonia's. Living alone I could date other women and keep in touch with Erica, Gila and Sonia. My old boss had been moved up the corporate ladder. One afternoon we were having a cocktail lunch. I felt it necessary to confess to him that I was a lesbian. He smiled and told me that he knew about it years ago. He assured me that as long as my personal life didn't interfere with my job he would continue supporting me. He told me that someday there would be a chair for me at the corporate table.
I eventually got married to a charming girl that I adored and true to his word I eventually was made a board member.
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