Lucia [Str8][MF][F][mast][exhib][voy]

[I mostly write fictional stories, but this one is true — some details omitted or slightly modified to protect the guilty.]

This happened was when I was a grad student. I was in love with a woman in a foreign country, but for various reasons (I had limited financial means to go see her, she couldn’t afford to come to the US, and we’d never really established a solid physical relationship due to her hang-ups) that relationship was to some extent on “hold.” Nevertheless I had remained faithful to her for a year and a half as I tried to concentrate on my studies. Finally, I got a fellowship to go do field studies in the country in question — joy! I was pretty stressed out, though, in the last semester before I was to head over there. My “girlfriend” was sending mixed messages: sometimes she would talk about how excited she was that I was going to spend almost a year with her; other times, she’d tell me that she didn’t think I was actually going to end up coming. I tried to reassure her by joking that even if I didn’t want to go, I couldn’t avoid it as all the paperwork was done and I’d already withdrawn from classes for the next semester. That didn’t seem to reassure her. International telephone calls back then were expensive, so we didn’t talk that often. She didn’t have email access either — it wasn’t yet widely available outside of university computer science departments in her country. So we sent long handwritten letters back and forth, and I spent a lot of time trying to read between the lines that she wrote (it didn’t help that I was still learning the language). I knew I loved her and wanted to be with her, but I felt very uncertain about what I was going to find when I finally got over there.

In any case, the stress of trying to manage a very-long-distance relationship was compounded by a difficult semester. I was dealing with a number of bureaucratic and other challenges, which I won’t go into detail about, and the net result was that I was a nervous wreck as the semester dragged on. I was TA’ing a course, and I used to spend a lot of time with my co-TA, a quirky woman with a quick wit whom I’d never thought of as anything but a friend. I’ll call her “Lucia.” Lucia and I commiserated about the university bureaucracy, the grade-grubbing students, the indifferent professor, everything. I assumed she was lesbian, as were (it seemed) at least half of the female students in our department. Despite being in her mid-20s, like me, she looked like nothing so much as a young teenaged boy with a poor fashion sense. She was of medium height, slight of build, had untidily cut short brown hair, lots of freckles, and sparkling eyes and she had, so far as I could tell, no breasts at all. At least I’d never been able to discern anything under the loose sweatshirts that she always wore. It had never occurred to me to even think about her as a woman; it wasn’t that she was unattractive, but she just never acted like she had the slightest interest in the opposite sex. And of course my own heart was otherwise occupied (and she was, of course, aware of this).

As the semester dragged on, though, we bonded pretty deeply over grading tests and papers. One night I took her out to dinner at a nice place, just to celebrate the approaching light at the end of the tunnel — we had perhaps only the big term paper and the final exam to deal with. We had a very good dinner over candlelight, and at some point she took my hands over the table and held them for a while. I wasn’t sure what to make of this, especially as our conversation about school stuff continued uninterrupted the whole time; it was as if our hands had minds of their own. Afterwards we went over to the apartment she shared with a roommate to drink wine and continue talking. Lucia said she felt cold and went into her room and changed into pajamas, which I thought was kind of funny. They were pink and the bottoms had “feet” and honestly, they just reinforced my impression that she looked like a kid. I did my best not to be obvious about looking, but I *still* couldn’t make out any breasts under the pajama top. We sat on the couch and talked for a few more hours, and eventually I pointed out that it was late and I should probably get back home. She suggested, much to my shock, that I just stay and sleep in her bed. Her exact words were: “We can cuddle, but that’s all.” She was always very plain-spoken: not someone who would beat around the bush about what she wanted.

I wasn’t averse to the idea. I’d felt terribly starved of any kind of physical contact, sexual or otherwise, over the past year and a half and cuddling sounded quite nice. And holding hands with her at dinner, as out-of-the-blue and equivocal as it had been, had awoken a spark of interest in me. So I agreed. We went into the room and Lucia turned off the lights before she got into bed. I stripped to just my underwear and got under the covers next to her. She put her arm on me and I reached out and embraced her and we were off. The “cuddling” began with her rubbing my bare back and I reciprocated, massaging her over her pajama top. She said that it felt nice to cuddle and I agreed. Eventually, I ventured to put my hand under her top and rub her back directly; she didn’t seem to mind this. I moved my hands up and down between her waist and her shoulders. I remember her skin felt curiously loose, as if she’d lost a lot of weight at some point. (I still don’t know if that was the case.) She wasn’t wearing any sort of undershirt or bra under the pajamas and I really wanted to try touching her chest, but I held back.

I had an erection and, while I was doing my best not to press it against her, she was holding me close enough that she almost certainly could tell. For my part, I could sense she was getting sexually excited: I sensed a telltale musky odor mixing with the fabric-softener scent of her pajamas, and she was breathing a little more heavily than usual. Eventually I slipped my hand under her pajama bottom and touched her bare butt. She did the same thing to me, and I figured that the resolution to “cuddle, but thats all” was probably null and void at this point. I helped her out of the bottoms; she raised her butt to facilitate it, so I assumed she was OK with it. Her pale thighs and a thick bush were visible in the dim light. At least her genitals didn’t look like those of a teenage boy!

It was then that I messed up; I put my head down there and started kissing. I like cunnilingus, and women I’d been with generally had liked it, sometimes *a lot*, when I did it, so I figured it was a good way to get started. But after a minute or so of exploratory licking, Lucia said in an uncomfortable voice, “don’t do that, that’s dirty.” I was pretty shocked. I’d never heard an adult woman say that, and *she* wasn’t dirty – she smelled and tasted nice, salty and excited. But I stopped instantly and moved back up. The mood was broken, though, and while I tried to stimulate her with my hand instead, she moved it away and we simply resumed gentle cuddling and fell asleep.

The next morning we got up, a little on the late side, as if nothing had happened. Lucia’s roommate Tammy was sitting in the living room watching TV and looked not a little surprised to see me emerging from Lucia’s bedroom, but she didn’t say anything. Tammy was a rather obese woman with who was studying in a different department. She and I had never had much to talk about on the other occasions I’d been over (just for dinner) earlier in the semester; she seemed a little odd to me. She spent a lot of time in her room on the phone, and when she was out and about she was always complaining about some man or another rejecting her. I’d noticed she always tended to wear rather skimpy clothing around the house. She had a nice face, but it was rather hard for me to see beyond her not-very-interesting personality and her huge body. She’d wear way-too-short shorts and tops that left nothing to the imagination, exposing her belly fat rolls and the tops of, proportionally speaking, relatively small breasts. I could see through the fabric that she had big brown areolae and large nipples.

That morning we ate breakfast and I took my leave, but a few days later, on a Saturday, I found myself over at Lucia’s again. We sat up on the bed in her room and eventually she asked me, quite straightforwardly, if I would massage her back. I agreed and suggested, just as straightforwardly — why beat around the bush? — that she take off her sweatshirt. She pulled it off and, as she had nothing on underneath, I was — just like that — looking at her naked chest for the first time. I am not exaggerating when I say she had the smallest breasts I have every seen on an adult woman. They were barely more than the buds you see on a girl in the first stages of puberty. They weren’t really breasts at all, properly speaking; just large nipples with a little swelling around them. And her skin *was* loose — even though she was quite skinny, she had little rolls in her belly — much nicer than Tammy’s of course, but it was kind of unexpected.

I got behind her and began massaging her shoulders and back. She made contented noises, and I let the noises guide me as to what felt best for her. Eventually I started venturing around the front. I touched her belly, but when that didn’t elicit any real reaction I moved my hands up until they were cupping her “breasts.” I stroked them and circled the nipples with my fingers. I could feel them stiffening and Lucia was quite obviously enjoying being touched like this; she leaned back onto me, with her head almost touching my shoulder; her eyes were closed and she was murmuring “mmmm.. mmmmm…” I kept doing that, uncertain how to proceed — she was still wearing jeans. Eventually she said “I’m getting hot” — I wasn’t sure if she meant sexually or temperature-wise. She unzipped and pulled off her jeans, then leaned back against me wearing only panties. I took that as an invitation and slowly, teasingly, put my right hand down on her mons pubis, massaging it gently. She spread her legs a little and I touched her over her panties. I could feel her bush through the fabric. I continued to fondle her breasts with my left hand, and slipped my right under the waistband of her panties. She was wet down there and I could faintly smell her excitement. I found her clitoris with my index finger and carefully stroked it, trying to gauge how sensitive she was. It didn’t seem to bother her too much so I increased the pressure and frequency. We went on like that for what seemed like an eternity; my hands were getting a little tired! But I could tell she was getting there; her breathing was becoming shallower and shallower and her chest was getting a little red. I was concentrating so hard on stimulating her that I wasn’t erect myself, but I was definitely aroused by the sights, sounds, scents and feeling, especially her uniquely tiny breasts.

Eventually she had a very obvious, but mostly silent orgasm, she shuddered hard and pressed her thighs together, trapping my finger; when it was over she pulled my hands away from her genitals and breasts and put her clothes back on. I had, it’s worth noting, not even undressed. She showed no sign of wanting to do anything more, and eventually I just rolled with it. We resumed our conversation almost as if nothing had happened. Later I took a shower in her bathroom and brought myself to a quick orgasm to relieve the frustration I felt.

A couple of days later Lucia invited me over for dinner. I brought a liter bottle of cheap wine, and she cooked a simple but tasty meal for me and Tammy. Afterwards — we’d consumed the whole bottle between the three of us — we sat down to watch some TV. Lucia and I were sitting on the couch and Tammy was in the big recliner chair she occupied exclusively. At some point Lucia and I began to — there’s no better word for it — make out on the couch. I swear we were like two horny and inexperienced teens. All my “experience” was out the window at this point as Lucia had made it clear she didn’t like me going down on her and evidently wasn’t all that interested in penetration either. And as for Lucia’s experience, I had a strong suspicion that I was her first real sexual partner. This evening we had begun by holding hands, then had kissed a bit, and then she simply stood up and planted herself in front of me on the couch; I spread my legs so that she could lean back onto me. I could see that Tammy was watching us with evident interest; in fact no one was really watching the TV any more.

I expected Lucia, with all her hangups would quickly want to stop or at least retire to her bedroom to continue in private, but to my astonishment she didn’t seem to be at all shy about being touched in front of her roommate. It’s true that her eyes were closed again, as she leaned her head back on to my shoulder, but surely she hadn’t forgotten that Tammy was there? As I slipped my hands under Lucia’s blouse and touched her belly, my eyes met Tammy’s. She had a kind of crooked smile, as if she were encouraging me to see how far I could take it. I started to touch Lucia’s nipples and she made the same “mmmm… mmmmm…” noises as she had before. At this point there wasn’t really any plausible deniability about what we were doing; I was feeling Lucia up, and she was wallowing in the pleasure of it, right in front of Tammy. Lucia’s blouse was cramping my style a bit and I really wanted to lift it off her, but I was certain that would end the fun; there was no way that Lucia would allow herself to be exposed like that. But Tammy kind of seized the moment. In a no-nonsense voice, she said “You kids should take some of that off, it’s getting hot in here!” I’ll note here that Tammy couldn’t have been more than a few years older than we were, perhaps in her late 20’s where we were 23 or 24; I think she just liked talking to us that way.

Unbelievably, though, Lucia didn’t react to this pronouncement by coming to her senses and shutting down the party. In fact she didn’t really react at all; but when I looked over at Tammy to confirm that she wasn’t putting us on, then began to pull up Lucia’s blouse — she raised her arms and let me! I couldn’t quite fathom it, but Lucia was now topless and leaning back against me as I continued to massage her chest and fondle her nipples, right in front of her roommate. Tammy looked, frankly, hungry. I stared at her over Lucia’s head, wondering what would come next. Tammy bent forward and pulled her top right off. She was wearing no bra underneath and her breasts, surprisingly moderate-sized given how big the rest of her was, flopped onto her belly. She leaned back and, still watching us intently, pulled down her roomy shorts. I couldn’t see her genitalia under her belly and wasn’t even sure if she was wearing panties. As if in a dream, though, I pulled down Lucia’s sweatpants and was surprised to see that *she* was not wearing panties; her bush was now in full view and she even lifted her feet a little to step out of the sweats, then sightly parted her legs.

There was nothing for it now; repeating what I’d done the other day, I reached straight down with my right hand and began to rub Lucia’s clitoris. Tammy spread her legs and, watching us, began to masturbate. As she got into it she lay further back and I could see that her vulva was exposed. She had thick, fat labia and dense, not-too-voluminous pubic hair. She was quite noisy about it, moaning unashamedly as she stimulated herself, and squirming around in the chair, causing it to squeak in protest. She was still staring at us. Lucia just leaned back against me, eyes still closed, and breathed hard as I rubbed her and fondled her breast. Once again it took quite a while until she came; once again she immediately put her clothes back on, leaving me “high and dry.” But Tammy interjected at this point: “Lucia, don’t just leave poor _______ like that! Look at him, he’s hard as a rock.” Lucia looked surprised, as if she hasn’t even thought of that. She didn’t seem at all perturbed by the fact that Tammy was still masturbating vigorously in front of us, but she didn’t really seem to know what to do with me either.

I said, “don’t worry, I’m fine!” To be honest, I wasn’t sure I really wanted to be exposed in front of Tammy. The whole thing was so weird and unexpected that, aroused as I was, my first priority wasn’t to have an orgasm. I motioned for Lucia to sit back down and she did. Tammy looked disappointed but kept masturbating. After a couple minutes she closed her eyes and, moaning, brought herself the rest of the way. It was quite a sight; she jiggled and shook for at least a minute. I envied her the length and intensity of her orgasm. Bizarrely, when it was all over, we just watched TV for another hour or so, though Tammy didn’t bother to get dressed again and sat there naked the whole time. When the show was over, I made motions to leave, but Lucia suggested I stay over and I readily agreed. Tammy laughed and said, “you take care of him in there, you hear?” I was expecting Lucia to be embarrassed or get upset by this, but she didn’t react.

When we went into the bedroom Lucia got undressed and surprised me by starting to put on her pajamas. I gently suggest that she sleep naked given how hot it was (it was actually quite hot) and she complained, “but I get so cold!” I said, “I’ll cuddle you, don’t worry, you won’t get cold.” She seemed a bit uncertain but eventually pulled on just a pair of panties. I stripped down to my underwear too and we went to bed like that. She faced away from me and I lay down, “spooning” her with my arms wrapped tightly around her, trying to keep my promise of warming her. Lucia didn’t say anything and eventually I broke the silence and said, “umm… Lucia, what was all that… with Tammy?” She gave a rather disjointed reply, and I couldn’t quite make head or tails of it; as far I could tell, Tammy had always been pretty casual about being naked around the apartment and had masturbated in front of Lucia before. Tammy was an odd sort and I wasn’t all that surprised at this revelation, but the part I couldn’t wrap my head around was that *Lucia* had been perfectly fine with undressing and being masturbated in front of *Tammy.* It didn’t add up with what I was starting to realize was her somewhat stunted sexual development. Doing it front of someone else was *kinky* and Lucia overall seemed very inhibited; not kinky at all.

I was hard and my erection was pressing against Lucia’s butt, but she didn’t seem to be paying it any attention at all. I was frustrated and hoping she’d at least put her hand down there, but I didn’t want to force the issue. I got that she had had her orgasm and probably wasn’t interested anymore, but it surprised me that she didn’t have the presence of mind to realize that I might want to get off as well. Finally I started to rub myself against her butt. I whispered “is this all right?” and she said “mmmm,” so I took that as assent. I put my hands on her breasts and marveled again at how tiny they were as I — no other way to put it — masturbated myself against her backside. I didn’t want to prolong it too long as Lucia didn’t seem particularly into it, so I thought about the scene out in the living room and reliving it in my mind as I fondled her breasts again put me over the edge, even with the somewhat anemic stimulation I was getting from rubbing against her. I came, hard but somewhat unsatisfyingly, soaking my underwear and probably wetting Lucia’s as well. We fell asleep, still spooning, without a further word.

The next day, somewhat to my relief, Tammy slept late and I didn’t see her before I left. It was a few days before I went over again, later in the evening, bringing cookies. Lucia was in the shower when I got there, and Tammy let me in. I greeted her cautiously, but she immediately made a coarse reference to the last occasion, saying “I hope you two are going to give me a better show this time!” I didn’t know what to say and was a bit miffed — last time wasn’t good enough for her? But Lucia came out of the shower, wearing a bathrobe. Tammy complained that she had been sweating all day and said she was going to take a shower too. Lucia made tea and we sat at the kitchen table for a while drinking it and eating cookies. When Tammy emerged from the bathroom, I was only mildly surprised to see that she was completely naked. She grabbed some cookies and walked ostentatiously around the kitchen; I got the impression she was trying to show her body off, whether to me or to Lucia I didn’t know. (I guess Lucia had already seen it plenty of times.) Eventually she went over and planted herself on her recliner, one hand casually placed between her legs. She didn’t seem to be out-and-out masturbating but the signal she was sending was unmistakable: she was going to, sooner or later.

When the late show came on, Lucia and I went over to the couch to watch. Tammy suggested right away that we join her in her nudity, “since it’s so hot.” Lucia didn’t say anything to this and I politely demurred; Tammy shrugged and kept watching the TV. But after a while, inevitably, Lucia began to lean against me and I first stroked her back under her bathrobe, then eventually gently pulled it open and off her shoulders. Tammy was watching us again and I thought “what the hell” and took off my shirt, then my pants, then finally — “what the hell,” again — my underwear. Tammy breathed in sharply and said “Nice.” Lucia was seeing me naked for the first time and she looked a weird combination of scared and excited. I realized I would have to lead here. I sat back down on the couch, then lay back on a cushion, motioning to Lucia to climb on top. She did, clumsily. I grabbed my erection and pressed it a little against her vulva. I guess instinct took over; she pushed back against me and I slid in. She was wet and tight. I looked over; Tammy was watching us with slightly glazed-looking eyes and masturbating slowly. I grabbed Lucia’s waist and guided her motion. Her tiny breasts hung down, just barely, tantalizing me; I would have liked to suck on them but couldn’t reach them with my mouth in this position. I rocked her back and forth for a while, listening to her breathing and Tammy’s undisguised moans.

Lucia seemed to enjoy the penetration well enough but I got the impression that she was never going to come this way, and I couldn’t easily reach her clitoris to give her the extra stimulation that I figured she needed. Eventually I pulled out and rolled Lucia off me, then had her sit back against me as before, and brought her to orgasm the same way. The difference this time was that her naked butt against my erection gave me plenty of stimulation and once she was close, I simply thrust up and down a little so that I was able to bring myself to orgasm as she did. Most of the semen landed on my chest but some of it ended up on her backside; I wiped at it, fervently hoping it wouldn’t be able to make the journey to her vagina. I’d heard of such things happening but it didn’t seem like too big of a risk. Shortly afterwards, Lucia pulled on her bathrobe again. I sat there naked, uncomfortably aware that Tammy was now staring straight at me and my softening penis. It took her about 5 more minutes to come and again Lucia more or less ignored her.

That was my last sexual encounter with Lucia for a long time — and, as it happens, the last time I met Tammy, as I didn’t make it over to their apartment again. We got very busy at the end of the semester, and while I still hung out with Lucia frequently when we were done working, is was mostly on campus or at my place (which was near campus). She slept over once but we just cuddled. As my trip approached I was starting to remember that I had, at least theoretically, an actual girlfriend that I was about to spend almost a year with and I felt very uncomfortable with the idea of further sexual dalliances. Lucia and I parted as good friends and I wrote to her throughout my year abroad. A couple years later, after my girlfriend and I had broken up and I was back at school, Lucia and I did have a couple more, rather tentative sexual encounters (without Tammy looking on!) but we never really clicked and ended up just staying friends.

Much later, talking to her and reminiscing about our grad school years, I got a little more clarity about what it was all about. “Asexual” and “aromantic” weren’t really popularly-known identities back then (I never heard the terms myself until much later), and she wouldn’t have called herself those things, but they probably describe Lucia pretty well. She has sexual urges and needs to satisfy them sometimes, but she isn’t really very interested in conventional sexual or romantic relationships and to this day she had never been in any committed long-term relationship that i know of. I’ve always wondered if somehow her physical underdevelopment — she really did give the physical impression of a young teenage boy — was somehow tied in with that; perhaps they’re both related to some hormonal peculiarity? In any case, I was indeed her “first.” She told me that she’s never really felt in love with anyone, but that what she felt for me back then in grad school was as intense as anything she’s ever felt and she was glad we did what we did. I felt honored.

As for Tammy, obviously she was both a voyeur and an exhibitionist, and also — in retrospect — a rather coarse person with little sense of social boundaries. I asked Lucia why she’d felt comfortable doing what we did in front of her roommate and she thought it about it a little, then said that in the end, sexual contact just hadn’t felt all that significant to her — she apologized at this point, but I laughed and said I understood. Basically, she hadn’t minded getting sexual in front of Tammy just as it had never really bothered her when Tammy would sometimes masturbate in front of her; she just didn’t think of sex and masturbation as that big of a deal. Since Tammy evidently didn’t mind, in fact was enjoying the sight, Lucia had no real compunctions about letting her watch. I occasionally wish I could see sex as dispassionately as she does, but I’m very, very different; sex and eroticism have played a central role in my life. To each his own, I guess. But I still treasure the memory of one of the oddest sexual situations I’ve ever been in!

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