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Beginnings, masturbation, oral, anal F/F
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My Coming Out
By
Jan
I graduated from college when I was twenty- years-old. I couldn't get away from my small town and prudential parents fast enough. I moved to a big city that had three million people within the city limits. I made sure I had sent my resume and secured a job before I made the move.
The company even helped me secure an apartment in a residential community that was cheap enough for me to get by on.
I played it very cautiously. I didn't want to make friends until I knew which people I could trust. I was living like a cloistered nun for at least six months. I had been raised in a religious family that felt the only place for a female was married with children to bring up in the light of Christ. They were disappointed that I wanted to strike out on my own. They were sure that the big city would corrupt my morals.
I knew nothing about lesbianism, but I overheard the other women talking about which fellow employs were dykes or lesbians.. I became fascinated with the subject. I had to take public transportation to and from work. I rarely ventured outside the underground rail I used to and from work. The underground always had racks of a variety of newspapers. A lot of them were nothing more than scandal rags. In the old days they were called yellow journalism. Within the paged of the erotic papers with a headline about a four-year-old giving birther to seven pound body in Argentina, there were advertisements for night clubs, medical cures and personal ads.
I couldn't resist putting coins in one of the rags, and stuffing it in my purse. I would be too embarrassed to read in on the train. I waited until I was safety in my apartment to read the paper while preparing my simple evening meal.
The ads in the personals were worded in such a way that I could tell the person placing the ad was looking for sexual liaisons with member of their sex. The ads for night spots were not much more subtle. Case in point, a bar named 'The Silver Spur' was a western bar in the middle of town that attracted the gay leather crowd. It was obvious that 'The toy Soldier' was for gay military and admires. The ads for lesbian clubs were not much harder to decode 'Butch Club' obviously catered to woman that like to play the role of a male and show off their girlfriends. The ad that attracted me was for a club called 'The Fiesta Cantina Club.' I was fascinated by the ad.
I saved the page but didn't act on my desire for several weeks. I figured out what stop I would have to get off at, and transfer to a bus to get to the west LA area where the club was located. One evening I figured that I would take a chance. I found a little Mexican vendor and bought a beef and bean burrito and large coke. I stood there at the counter eating my diner before taking the west bound bus that would take me right past the Fiesta Cantina Club.
It was just a little after 6:00 pm when I stood in front of the bar working up the nerve to enter. When I entered the change in lights from a summer evening into a nightclub took a moment for my eyes to adjust. I stood near the entrance studying the layout. I eventually made my way to a bar stool against the wall the bar ended near the front of the place. I ordered a Vodka Seven, and sat there sipping my drink. There were not a lot of women in the place that early. Some of the women in the club that early looked like drunks, so they didn't appel to me. There were a few older women perched at the bar or sitting in the booths.
I had ordered my forth drink when the female bartender gave me that drink on the house. I was just starting to sip my drink when an older woman approached me. She asked me if I was saving the stool next to me for someone. I assured her that I wasn't waiting for anyone.
She sat on the stool next to me. The stool was bolted to the floor so close to each other that the woman's thigh was pressed against mine.
She held out her hand and said, "My name is Shirley! I haven't seen you here before."
I took her warm hand and told her, "My name is Ester! I have never been in this area before."
"Honey do I detect an Okie accent?"
"Yes...I'm from Ada, Oklahoma. How could you tell?"
"I was from Amarillo, Texas. I left there almost forty years ago. I came out here to Hollywood to get in the movies, and worked as a script girl for Paramount Studios for 35 years."
"What is a script girl?"
When the make movies they may shoot one scene over three or four days, and sometimes come back months later. A script girl's job is to insure everything looks the same. In the movie 'Pretty Woman there was a scene where Julia Roberts was sitting on the back of a dining chair. While she was talking she was cutting a waffle, the camera changed to Richard Gere while he was talking, then the camera went back to Julia and she said something, while she was cutting a pancake before stuffing it into her mouth. That is where a script girl should have caught the change!"
I was impressed with her occupation and wanted to know more about her carrier.
She asked, "I haven't seen you in here before. Do you know what kind of nightclub this is?"
"I have never been in this part of town before, but I did read about the Fiesta Cantina in a local newspaper, and finally worked up the nerve to visit it."
"Have you ever had a lesbian relationship before?"
"I had no idea what the word meant until I moved her less than a year ago."
Shirley placed her warm hand on my thigh and said, "This place gets pretty crowded in a couple of hours. You can hardly hear each other talking with your heads almost touching. I'm afraid a novice might feel uncomfortable when this place gets jumping. It smells of booze, cigarettes, leather and perfume and sweat. Why don't you come home with me? I have a pit roast in the fridge with homemade corn bread. We can talk about your interest in lesbianism all night."
I found this older woman to be very interesting, and I figured it would be exciting to listen to her tails about movies, so I accepted her offer. We walked to the bus stop and it was only a short ride to her stop. We only had to walk a couple of blocks to her home.
I was impressed with her home because it must have been built back in the twenties, when craftsman homes were popular. It had a shake roof with shake siding. The porch roof was supported by large wooden pillars on native stone bases. The house had been built when most rooms were eliminated by lamps. This home had genuine Tiffany lamps. The multi colored bit of glass have the rooms a golden glow that was very homey.
The kitchen had the wall separating the kitchen from the dining room removed, and the kitchen had been updated. The old built in ice-box had been replaced with a modern refrigerator with but the doors matched the natural oak cabinets. The coal oil stove had been replaced with a modern natural gas stove that looked period correct.
True to her word she had a pot roast in the fridge and homemade corn bread. She headed up the roast and steamed some black eyed peas while the corn bread was being warmed up in the microwave. It was such a pleasure eating a home cooked meal that I even had seconds.
Shirley sent me off to the parlor with a cup of coffee to relax while she washed up the dishes. When she joined me she had a coffee urn and her own cup in hand. She refilled my cup and sat down next to me on the wing backed love seat.
I couldn't thank her enough for the meal. I assured her that it was like what my mother would have made. Shirley as pleased and even kissed me on the cheek. I didn't know what to do, so I just allowed her to take charge.
Sitting on a love seat is so cozy that our thighs were pressed against each other's. Shirley placed her arm around my shoulders as she started stroking my arm. The touch of her fingers on my arm sent a thrill through my body. I felt like a school girl getting my first kiss from a pimply faced teenager.
I sat there looking into her big baby blues as she brought her face towards my face. When she kissed me on the mouth it was so breath taking the way she parted my lips with her tongue, and swabbed the inside of my mouth. Her face was as smooth as a baby's butt. While she was kissing me her hand moved up my arm to my shoulder and then slipped down my chest until her hand was resting on my left breast. Again the muscles under my flesh on my chest quivered. Shirley moved slowly as if she feared that I would panic and call a stop to her seduction of me.
Since I didn't know what to do I just sat there and allowed her to do whatever she wanted to me.
Shirley slowly pulled the shoulder straps off of my shoulders and pulled the front of my dress down to expose my breasts. The dress I has selected to wear to the nightclub was made in such a way that a brassiere would be out of place. She used her finger tips to trace the outline of my areolas. It felt like ants were crawling all over my flesh. Then she started licking my face as she started licking down my neck on her way to my breasts. When she claimed my nipple with her mouth I almost pissed in my panties.
While she was sucking on my nipple she was busy pulling the hem of my dress up to my waist. When she reached my crotch I spread my legs to allow her to feel my pussy all she wanted. I had diligently worn my sexiest panties. When her finger touched the crotch of my panties they were already moist. She pulled the crotch aside and started rubbing my pussy gently at first. She toyed with my clitoris with her fingertip until I was panting like a puppy. Then she stuck two fingers up my vagina and started jilling me vigorously. She was also stimulating my clit with her thumb until I had an orgasm that caused my body to spasm.
After my breathing returned to normal Shirley kissed me on the mouth again, and pulled me to my feet. She led me to her bedroom where she turned on a nightlight that gave the bedroom a ghastly red glow.
I just stood there as she undressed me, and folded my clothes very carefully as she placed them on her vanity chair. She told me to relax, as she placed me on her bed. I watched everything as if I was in a different body.
Shirley was wearing an A shaped dress,. I assumed she deliberately chose that dress as apposed of a skirt and blouse, because she didn't want to give the impression that she was any shorter than her five-foot four figure was. Every hair of her short curly silver hair was lacquered in place. Her blue eyes were clear and mischievous. She was wearing a sexy lavender lace brassiere that held up her breasts. When she removed her bra her breasts sagged onto her ribcage. She also had on matching lavender hip hugger panties. She had on matching garter belt holding up her nylons. Her pumps were simple basic black with modest heels for comfort. She turned her back to me as she pulled off her panties.
Older women's skin loses that firm plump look as their butts get that hollow look and the skin looks dimpled. When she turned to face me she kept on the garter belt and nylons. The straps attached to the nylons framed her vagina. It was obvious that her pubic bush had been dark in her youth, but with age the hairs were turning gray and a lot sparser that what it had been in her youth.
I had to move over a little to allow her to get on the bed. She took me in her arms and draped her right leg over my hip. She kissed me with tongue again. She ran her hands all over my body before she returned to sucking my nipples and jilling me again. She stopped short of making me cum again, because she wanted to go down on me. The thrill of her eating my pussy was mind blowing. She was truly an expert at making love to women. She ate my pussy until had four orgasms. When I recovered she turned me over onto my belly and stuffed a firm pillow under my hips to elevate my butt. I could believe she actually wanted to kiss my butt, let alone part the cheeks and swab my crotch from pussy to asshole. She tongue fucked my asshole until I actually had a fifth orgasm.
She made no effort to make me make love to her, but I wanted to find out if I could make love to her the same way.
I rolled her over onto her back and started kissing her on the mouth the same way she liked to do to me. In time I got around to massaging her breasts before sucking on her nipples. I eventually had to find out what her pussy tasted like. I ate her pussy until she begged me to let her rest. I knew she had several orgasms, but didn't know how many.
I allowed her to rest while we clung to each other. Then I remembered what it had felt like to have her tongue fucking my asshole. The only question was how I was going to do it. I opted to lay on my back as I pulled her up until she understood that I wanted her to sit on my face. When she was squatting over my head she started rocking her butt back and forth. Her actions brought her cunt, clit and asshole in contact with my nose, mouth, and tongue. She even played with my tits and pussy while getting off on me eating her out. We eventually gathered up the sheet and blankets to cover our bodies as we drifted off to sleep.
The early morning Saturday sun warmed up the bedroom. I woke up confused where I was for a moment because the bed felt strange and the room smelled differently from my own. Shirley's body heat reminded me of what had taken place last night. My bladder let me know that I needed to empty it.
I knew that any movement on my part would wake Shirley up. But I had to go, so I gently moved her arm from around my waist, and tried to roll away as carefully as I could. Shirley woke up of course and shoved her hand back between my legs and pulled my butt against her crotch again. I had to beg her to let me go pee. She followed me into the bathroom.
It was embarrassing, to have her in the room while O was relieving myself! The sound of my urine splashing in the bowl was clearly resonating against the walls of the bathroom.
Shirley casually went about brushing her teeth. When she was finished she took and unopened toothbrush from the medicine cabinet and handed it to me. After I wiped my pussy and flushed the bowl, we changed places. I brushed my teeth while she relieved herself. Hunger became all-consuming after that.
Shirley asked, "How would you like a country breakfast this morning?"
I was famished, "I haven't had white gravy for breakfast for more than a year!"
Shirley led me naked to the kitchen while she prepared breakfast. She poached eggs and toasted English muffins, fried Jimmy Dean spicy pork sausage patties. She served the eggs on the muffins and covered them with thick white gravy. Again I savored every bite. When we were finished eating I announced that I was sleepy again. She sent me to bed while cleaning up.
When she joined me in bed she started making love to me all over again. We spent the day in bed. I found that I enjoyed every sexual act we performed on each other.
While we were resting, Shirley told me, "Now that you have tasted lesbian sex you might be ready to check out the Fiesta Cantina Club. We dressed up and took the bus back to the club, arriving about eight O'clock.
The place was crowed and noisy. I had you yell in Shirley's ear that I couldn't believe how noisy it was.
We found an empty booth and settled in. The barmaid took our order quickly enough. It was fascinated by the variety of females crowed into the place. A lot of young women were dressed very skimpily. Tub tops, short skirts, bare legs on platform pumps. When they moved or bent over I could see that they didn't have panties on. Some had hairy bushes and others had shaved pussies. Other women were dressed more like men. These women tended to be older with short cropped hair. They wore men like suits with ties. Another group was gothic girls with hair dyed strange colors or half of their heads shaved, and their bodies were covered with tattoos, and dressed in black. These women frightened me the most.
I was asked to dace by members of all of the groups. The party girls liked to dace to 'Rock & Roll' music to show off their abilities and let everyone see their tits and pussies. The dykes preferred slow dancing, and Goths preferred 'Punk Rock'. All of them made sure to jam their legs between mine, so that they could rub their thighs against my crotch. They also found ways to rub their tits against mine or feel them. One tall dyke wearing a navy blue business suit had removed her jacket before asking me to dance. While we were dancing my face was pressed against her large tits. She was not wearing a bra under the thin white blouse. Her dark areolas were visible through the blouse. Dancing with her was very erotic.
As the evening grew late Shirley asked me, "Would you like to invite one or two of these ladies to come home with us?"
I couldn't believe she was actually giving me permission to have sex that night with other women. When I had to choose I selected that tall dyke with the big tits, and there was one particular girl no older than me, that was particularly attractive. She had long blonde hair that moved like it had a mind of its own. I had seen her perky little breasts and her shave pussy several times because she made a point to show them to me.
The four of us rode the bus back to Shirley's home. When we went to bed the four of us shed our clothes and started off with a daisy chain where each of us had a pussy to suck on. That night I found out what tribbing was all about. I was fucked by them with strap-on dildos in my pussy and asshole.
By the time I had to go to my own apartment to get dome rest and get ready for work the next day I was a confirmed lesbian. I eventually moved in with Shirley and became her wife.
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