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Midwestern Bride
By
Jan
There is still a strong religious influence in the small towns of the Midwest. Girls are taught to place a strong value on refraining from sexual contact with boys until they are married. Virginia was just such a girl. Her family belonged to a non-denomination church that takes each passage in the King James Bible literally.
They lived in a small town that never got any larger than a couple of thousand people. The State allowed each county to establish drinking laws. The town was in a dry county. That didn't stop the local residents from driving down the interstate highway the 30 miles to cross into a wet county to party and stock up on booze.
Virginia was an average looking girl from a mixed breed of English, Irish and Scots. She was well respected and the boys in school knew she would not put out. As a result she did not get a lot of dates. When she graduated from high school a young man that was three years older than her asked her to marry him. She was thrilled to be asked and accepted his proposal.
The wedding was a typical small town wedding. The women of the church made her wedding dress and decorated the church and the Masonic Lodge for the reception. She still had romantic notions about marriage. She thought they would settle down on a farm and raise a family. She was to learn the hard way that her dreams would not be the reality.
When it came to sex she was inexperienced. He took her roughly and it hurt her a lot. Even after her virginity had been taken it continued to hurt. She laid there in the missionary position and endured her husband's assaults. She found that his breath was so bad that she hated kissing him and while he was fucking her he sweated so much that sweat dripped from his face onto hers. She would turn her head to avoid kissing him and having the sweat dripping in her eyes or mouth. The discomfort of sex was bad enough for her but his infidelities were the straw that broke the camel's back.
She eventually learned that he was involved with a cocktail waitress in the neighboring wet county. A friend told her that the waitress had given him a son. She was very upset. In her community, women were expected to turn a blind eye to their husband's philandering but the insult and injury were more than she could endure. She filed for a divorce and even had to endure listening to a judge admonish her for not standing by her man. Because he had promised the judge he would be true to her. She insisted that she wanted to end the marriage. If he wanted to raise his son he could marry the other woman.
In a small town like that she was looked upon as a fallen woman and tragic because she could not please her man. Most adults in a town like that, possessed by their religious self-righteousness, turned a blind eye to men cheating on their wives. So a divorced woman was slightly ostracized, if not pitied. She had to endure losing what few friends she had before the divorce.
She had to move back into her parent's house and seek employment as a secretary for a granary many miles away. Her only concession to vanity was every Saturday she would visit the only beauty parlor to have her hair styled. Because of the looks she got from the local women she deliberately made her appointments late in the evening in hopes to have the salon to herself. She had settled down to the life of an old maid. She was only 25-years old but acted as if she was much older. Then the beauty salon hired a rather young woman that did not fit into the conservative town at all.
The beautician was not any older than Virginia. She would have stood out in a crowd simply because of the color of her hair. Her hair was violet colored and cropped way to short for the tastes of the conservative women in the town. It took the ladies months before they were willing to sit in her chair. They eventually learned that she may look strange but she could fix their hair the way they liked.
Her name was Iris. Virginia identified with her because of the way she was treated and was one of the first women to allow her to cut her hair. She turned out to be a wizard when it came to conditioning hair and styling it. Virginia's hair never looked better. Over the weeks they became casual friends and Virginia had told Iris about her marriage. Iris was sympathetic and understanding.
One late afternoon the owner had left the two chair salon for Iris to close up after she finished Virginia's hair. Iris led her to the back room where there was a deep sink with a reclining chair that allowed them to lay the patron on their back and wash their hair. While Iris was washing Virginia's hair she did something unusual.
After washing her hair, Iris bent over and kissed Virginia on the mouth. Virginia was too stunned to react. When Iris placed her hand on her breast Virginia tried to sit up but was held down by Iris.
When Iris kissed her again she forced her tongue into Virginia's mouth. Virginia had never even known anyone that had a dumbbell in their tongue before and certainly had never been kissed with one before. After the first shock she found the kiss very interesting.
Unlike her husband's foul smelling breath of a nasty mix combination of bacteria from tooth decay and cigarettes, Iris' breath was as sweet as spearmint gum. She had heard about women that prefer sex with women. She had never used the nasty word before and hated even thinking of the word.
Iris grew bolder as she squeezed Virginia's breast. Her kisses became more intense. Virginia's mouth went slack until she realized she was kissing a woman. Then she recoiled and tried to sit up but Iris held her down.
Iris said, "I didn't mean to shock you. Relax; I would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do. I just wanted to let you know how I feel about you. I just want you to think about it for awhile.
She dried her hair and loosely wrapped it in a towel before she helped Virginia to sit up and led her back to her chair. She rolled her damp hair in large rollers before putting her under the hair dryer and giving her a fashion magazine to read. While Virginia's hair was drying, Iris went about cleaning up the place so that as soon as she was finished she could close up.
Virginia had a hard time concentrating on the magazine because she was thinking about the kiss. Everything she had been taught told her it was wrong to be thinking about what Iris was proposing they do but the kiss had been very heady. She was telling herself that her marriage had been a bust so why not find out what it was like to have sex with another woman. What the hell, she was already a fallen woman as far as this little hick town thought.
When the timer shut off the dryer Iris was there to get her out from under the dryer and back into her chair. While her hair was still in rollers she plucked and shaped Virginia's eyebrows. She set about brushing out the hair. When she had the soft waves arranged the way she wanted she used just enough hairspray to hold the hair in place. There was no mention about the kiss.
Virginia paid her bill and headed for her parent's home. She had a restless night thinking about the kiss and the feeling of Iris' hand on her breast. The only way she got any rest that night was to masturbate so many times she fell asleep while still masturbating. She had all week to think about what Iris was offering and the more she thought about it, the more she felt like giving it a try.
The day for her appointment eventually arrived she was nervous. At least when she arrived at the salon, there was no one there but Iris. She was all business while she washed and fixed Virginia's hair. When she finally removed the sheet from around her neck Iris asked, "Would you like to visit my home? It is not much more than a chicken coop but at least no one would bother us."
Virginia sounded rather hoarse when she said, "I guess so."
Iris closed up and Virginia and Iris walked the couple of blocks to a cheap motel off of the main drag. It had been on the main drag before they re- routed the highway around town. The motel was rundown and in need of a paint job. Iris led her to one of the rooms in the back. She had not lied; it was not much of a place to live. There was just one room, a closet and a bathroom. The grout in the tile was in a sad state and the toilet leaked.
Iris offered her a drink and made them a couple of glasses of whiskey and water. She produced a pot pile and asked Virginia if she would like a hit. Virginia had never smoked pot before but was nervous enough to try. She thought it would allow her to relax.
She took a drag like it was a cigarette. Iris chucked, "Honey, you have to hold the smoke in your lungs as long as possible."
The second drag she held the smoke in as long as she could. She sputtered a few times before she coughed and had to release the smoke. It did not take long before the effects kicked in. She felt like the lights had been turned down. She felt a little paranoid at first.
It took Iris only a short time to get Virginia to relax. Virginia had gotten used to the smell of the moldy carpet. She didn't resist when Iris started removing her clothes. Her clothes just seemed to melt away. When Iris ran her hands over her body it felt like ants were crawling all over her body. When Iris kissed her it was sweet and gentle. She found herself returning the kiss. She just did not know what to do or what to expect. Before Iris removed Virginia's underwear she started removing her own clothes.
Virginia sat there feeling foolish as she watched Iris undress. She unbuttoned her own smock and removed it. She had on a thin nylon bra that did little more than lift her round breasts. As Iris removed her bra Virginia could not help but notice the patch of underarm hair. She had never seen a woman with underarm hair. Virginia had never seen a woman with a tattoo either and the dragon straddling her shoulder was very colorful. When Iris stood up to remove her skirt, Virginia saw that she also had belly jewelry. There was a U-bolt in her navel. When Iris pulled down her panties, Virginia was wondering if Iris trimmed her pubic hair or shaved it but she was to find out that Iris not only did not shave but there was a wicked looking snake crawling out of the dark patch of pubic hair. She was a little frightened by the gothic female. She had only seen women like that on TV before. When Iris was totally naked, she finished undressing Virginia.
Virginia felt uncomfortable being undressed by another woman. She was intimidated by the gothic look of Iris. Her body felt as if every muscle was numb. She was not even sure if she could stand up. It seemed as if the room was very dark. She had no idea that it was caused by her eyes being dilated so much. She was lowered back on the bed and she felt Iris' mouth on her tits. She even felt the tongue bolt flipping against her nipple. It was as if every nerve in her body was attached to that nipple.
She lay there as Iris licked the middle of her body on her way south to the junction of Virginia's legs. She had shaved her pubic hair just enough to ensure stray hairs would not embarrass her, as if she ever planned on letting anyone get that close. Virginia was about to find out why Iris had that bolt in her tongue. She hammered at the clit with the bolt until Virginia thought she was going to pee. She had never had anyone suck her pussy before. She had read about it but thought it was just romantic bullshit. Now she was finding out that she had been missing the best sex of life. She could not believe just how strong her climax was. It was as if she had never had one before.
She was still basking in the afterglow when Iris turned around so that she could mount her head. Virginia could smell the clean smelling soap on the inside of Iris' thighs and a faint odor of the perfume she used. When Virginia focused her eyes she was looking up at Iris' unshaved pussy. She had never seen anything like Iris before. The dark hairs were on her legs and tailed between her legs to ring her asshole. The labia and skin around her asshole had a smoky gray color. It gave her pussy an exotic look that made her wonder why her pussy looked so different. She didn't know how to ask the question. Iris was only thinking about her own sexual desires at the moment.
She lowered her pussy down to the mouth under her. Virginia found herself being smothered by the damp flesh of a pussy. She could smell the odor of Iris' pussy. She had always thought the smell of pussies was nasty but right now she thought the odor was mouth watering. The gray labia spread over her mouth like a gas mask. Her nose was being wedged between her butt cheeks. The hairs were tickling her nose and she could smell Iris' asshole. It surprised her that she actually liked the smell. She was reluctant to actually stick out her tongue. She didn't have to do it as it turned out. Iris ground her pussy into Virginia's face. She didn't stop until she had satisfied herself.
When she was ready she turned around and lay on top of Virginia. At least this time when they kissed her mouth didn't taste as sweet because it tasted like pussy for awhile. Virginia had never felt so relaxed before. She fell asleep with Iris lying on top of her. Later she woke up feeling hungry but there was no food and Iris was still lying on top of her. She did feel guilty the next morning. She wanted to slip out of the strange bed and get dressed and get away before Iris woke up. Unfortunately that was not to be.
The minute she moved in an effort to slip out of bed it woke up Iris. Iris, on the other hand, felt proud of herself. She had seduced another woman. To her it was just another notch on her bedpost. When she felt Virginia move she reached for her. She managed to grasp one of her breasts. Virginia froze. She didn't know what to do.
Iris held her down and leaned over Virginia so that she could kiss her. She knew that her breath was foul but she didn't care. By the time she realized Iris was sticking her tongue between her lips, Virginia was not thinking about smells or tastes. She was feeling like she was a nasty woman but it was turning her on. She relaxed her legs when Iris ran her hand down her body. She welcomed the feeling of the hand between her legs. It did not take much stimulation before Virginia was panting like a marathon runner. She reached over Iris' arm and felt for that lovely patch of dark hair. While she was playing with the dark tentacles she had to ask, "Why are your nipples and the skin around your pussy so dark?"
Iris chuckled, "I take after my mother. She was from India and my father was an American. She was from Mumbai, India. They met at the University of California at Berkeley."
The next question from Virginia was to be expected, "How did you ever manage to wind up in a town like this?"
Iris said, "I grew up in the Oakland area. My parents were latter-day-hippies. Their friends were free thinkers. One of my mother's friends was always close to me. She used to take me shopping in San Francisco. When I was 12-years old she took me shopping because I had had my first period. She bought me some sexy underwear and then took me to a tea room.
It was the kind of place that served watercress sandwiches and herbal tea. I noticed that there were only women there. I didn't think much about the women holding hands and kissing each other's cheeks until I saw a couple sitting by themselves. I thought they were mother and daughter. The daughter looked to be about the age of my mother. I saw the older woman slip her hand under the table cloth. I could not see what she was doing but the younger woman started moaning and gripping the table. It reminded me of the scene in the move "When Sally met Harry" and Meg Ryan faked an orgasm in a deli in front of Billy Crystal. I figured the older woman was masturbating the young woman. I was embarrassed watching them but when the younger one let out a lung full of air and relaxed, everyone in the room applauded.
I looked at my mother's friend and whispered, "Is this a lesbian tea room?"
She smiled, "Yes, Dear, does that bother you?"
We talked about that for a short time before she suggested that we visit the home of a friend of hers so we could talk about that more. When we arrived at the home of her friend they kissed and after showing us around her apartment she excused herself saying she had a date and said feel free to enjoy her home. When we were alone I asked Helen if she was a lesbian. She asked if it would bother me if she were. I told her it would not bother me. She told me she was. I asked if my mother knew. Helen only said that they had been friends at Berkeley.
She would not say more about that subject. She told me that she had wanted to seduce me but had waited until I was a woman. I felt so mature having had a period and was growing pubic hairs. My breasts were swelling by then and I did enjoy playing with them. Now a woman my mother's age was letting me know that she lusted after me. That afternoon she introduced me to the pleasures of Sapphic love in the bed of her friend. We became lovers after that. I also experimented with other girls and women. I became gothic and got the body piercing and tattoos before I graduated from high school. I went to beauty school because I knew I only wanted to be around women. I fell in love with an older woman and lived with her for a couple of years.
Virginia asked, "What kind of woman was she?"
Iris paused, "She was into S&M. She could tell that Virginia had no idea what she was talking about. She explained that she was a woman that got sexual gratification from dominating younger women. She spanked her and did other things to punish her before she made her service her sexually."
That shocked Virginia. She didn't know what to say. "How did you wind up in this little hick town?"
Iris said, "I had to get away from her because I was losing my ability to do anything for myself. I was looking for some place to get lost for awhile. I met the sister of the owner of this shop and she put me in touch with her. She happened to need someone to work the second chair. I had no idea just how provincial the town was. I was going crazy without sex. When I learned about your divorce and the way the locals treat you, I set about seducing you."
Virginia said, "I never would have believed I could have had such a strong orgasm before. I thought movies like "When Sally met Harry" were just Hollywood fiction. Do you want me to do to you what you did to me?"
Iris was resting on one elbow and she was drawing circles around one of Virginia's areolas with her fingernail. Her head was only inches away from Virginia's, "Honey, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I am perfectly happy to be the one to make love to you."
Virginia said, "It frightened me to lick your pussy last night but it did thrill me. Will you teach me?"
Iris kissed her lips gently and whispered, "Honey, I don't need to teach you. All you have to do is what you feel like doing. You will learn what works the best in time."
Virginia turned her body towards Iris' and she kissed her. Now it was her turn to explore the body of a woman. She was fascinated by the difference between their bodies. There was of course the fact that Iris was as dark as any Mexican Virginia had seen but she had never seen a woman that had areolas, labia and asshole that shade of smoky grayish brown before. She had to touch her breasts and play with the nipples. She studied the tattoo on her shoulder. She had never seen a woman with a tattoo before. It seemed to be very rebellious and antisocial. She studied the colorful design and wondered why she had selected such an elaborate design. She was taking her time as if she was committing every detail of Iris' body to memory.
It was as if she wanted all of their bodies to touch so she wrapped her white leg over Iris' legs while she felt every part of her upper body. She was drawn to the dark private part like a moth to a flame. The pubic hairs were straight and very coarse. They looked as if the hairs had been combed. She already knew what her labia looked and smelled like from the night before. This morning she used her fingers to part the flower of her womanhood so that she could study it.
The time she was taking was driving Iris crazy. She wanted Virginia to kiss her pussy and she begged her to suck her pussy. Virginia understood what she was doing to Iris and stuck her tongue unto the wet folds. She was captivated by the texture of her skin. The mucus filled her nose with a thick liquid that made it hard to breath. The smell would linger in her nose all day.
Iris was the one that begged her to stick her finger into her asshole. Virginia was reluctant to oblige her because she thought it was too nasty to stick her finger into the hole that Iris shit out of. Eventually she stuck one finger into the puckered hole. She lifted her head to watch the reaction she was inducing in Iris. She had never seen anyone react the way Iris was thrashing around.
Eventually Virginia had to get dressed and go home. Her parents started noticing that Virginia was happier and spending more time away from the house. They thought she was seeing another man. They would have probably disowned her if they found out she was in love with a woman. When Virginia announced that she was moving to California they were shocked that she was moving so far from home. They resigned themselves that she was serious. They thought she was just driving west with her friend.
Virginia didn't need to pack a lot of clothes because she was planning on changing her life completely. She was even contemplating the possibility of getting a tattoo. She had discovered that Iris enjoyed being fisted in both holes and was getting used to Iris stretching her openings too.
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