Part 1.
This is likely to be a strange story, but it is, well almost, completely true. Names and locations are changed to protect the guilty and who cares about innocence?
I’m Mindy. I am married to Don, with a daughter, Charvi, now nineteen and a son Jax, now sixteen. But this is more about Kerri and me. Later it is about Jules and Charvi as well.
On her first day at Junior High, Charvi met Jules, Julie-Ann, and they have been friends ever since. Over the course of the next few years, Don and I seemed to be running in to Kerri and then husband, Bill, fairly frequently. Kerri I really liked, Bill – well, not. Bill was loud and domineering, an asshole truthfully. Don’t get me wrong, he had a lot of good things about him, he was very skilled at his work, apparently, he was also a great provider. After the divorce, he really did step up and take care of Jules, although, like the asshole he is, he made it clear he wasn’t interested in supporting Kerri until she got on her feet.
Don helped Kerri, pointed her in the right direction for work, gave her good tips on how to be more attractive as an employee. In short, Don did more than just commiserate with Kerri, he genuinely helped her, and while their relationship has a sexual dimension – well, that is really my province as it were.
Don has always known I was attracted to women, we certainly had the odd threesome and he enjoyed it. Not often, but occasionally and when it happened, it was always a lot of fun. He knew that sometimes, I would have a woman, and he wouldn’t be a part of it. I always told him about a casual tryst, and that is all they were. Then it changed.
I had been working part time for a while, not really wanting, or needing, to work full time. I would be at home for two days a week, doing the mom things, cleaning, some cooking and so on. We live in what is called a sprawling, 5 bedroom bungalow, so there was some gardening and other horticultural pursuits, (no – not interested in non-food related herbiculture if you are interested). I planted peach and apricot trees; there was an apple tree there when we moved in, they all produced some really nice, really fresh, fruit. One day I picked some peaches, and there were too many for us to eat so I rang Kerri to see if she would like some.
Talking to her, she would take the fruit but she sounded more than a little down. I was going to invite her over to pick the peaches up, a good chat, and coffee. I thought, no, I better go there, besides, she makes great coffee. I showered, changed, grabbed a basket of peaches and went to Kerri’s place.
They lived in a Mcmansion, they bought it at a fire sale in 2009, and Bill wants to tear it down replacing it with two smaller houses when the housing market revives, if it revives. They still own it, Kerri lived there for a while after Bill moved out and they have no mortgage, so why not hold onto it. For all his other flaws, Bill is still a clever investor. I pulled up and the house seemed to shudder a bit when I closed the door of the car, the sound wave shaking the house more than a minor quake would. I didn’t have to ring the bell, Kerri was there, at the door and it looked like she was waiting for me.
She greeted me, closed the door behind me, took the peaches and I followed her into the kitchen. She put the basket on the table and turned to me, she stepped closer, wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close, thanked me for the peaches and then she kissed me – on the cheek.
“Thank you for coming.” she said, letting me go.
“You sounded a little low when I called, I thought you might like some company.” As I felt the lingering touch of her arms around me, her breasts on mine, her aroma wafting over me, god she smelled nice.
“I am and I do, just very glad you called,” she said, “Coffee?”
Coffee with Kerri is not like coffee elsewhere, she loves good coffee and she buys it and grinds it herself. She makes coffee better than anyone else I know. I nodded and took a seat at the breakfast bar.
She started making coffee, it was fascinating watching her going through the motions. I had looked at her before, but after that hug, well, I couldn’t help myself. Kerri is not tall, about 5foot 5″ with shoulder length black hair. She is fourty-two, same as me, trim body, nice but not large breasts and wide hips with a great ass. She moves like a dancer, which she does for exercising. Dragged me along once and that much physical activity is not healthy I suspect. I sat and waited for her to say something. That is what she does, sometimes she wants to say something important, but doesn’t for a while, then talks.
“You know Bill and I are having problems,” she said after the grinder had stopped.
I nodded, “Yes.”
“I stopped sucking his dick over a year ago.”
What the fuck? I was surprised, she had never indicated she would ever talk about sex, or at least not to this level. I know, unusual between friends, but I had thought it was her religious background. Priggishness, prudishness, call it what you will. So easy to get along with in so many ways, but this is the one area never discussed.
“In fact,” she went on, “I stopped fucking him.”
What? I have never heard her use the word before. Her language shocked me into silence.
“I mean, he still fucks me,” she continued, “But it is like fucking a bag of potatoes, he says. Well, he is from Idaho so maybe he would know.”
I had to laugh at that, and when I finished, I had to come back with that incisive reply, “Well, yeah!”
“I let him have his dick in me, but I am not really interested in him anymore,” she went on, with more than a touch of sadness in her voice, “Not that I ever really was.”
“Oh?” I prompted, intrigued by what was coming next.
“Oh yeah.” She said after some hesitation, “I have never been really interested in sex, at least, not sex with Bill. You know, on our wedding night, I was left somewhat disgusted with the whole business. I wouldn’t let him fuck me before we got married, you know how religious my family is.” I knew, they are so bad, everything they believe is a lie, but they cannot see it for what it is. “My mom, I tried talking to her about it, she told me it was my duty to tolerate his demands, have a baby or three. My ‘duty as a wife’, she said. ‘Tolerate it,’ she said. Well, I can’t tolerate it anymore.”
This admission just blew me out of the water. Kerri seemed so placid and happy, but it was all an act? I was stunned into silence, a very rare event, believe me. All the time, Kerri was calmy moving around the galley kitchen making real cappuccino. The gurgle of the water through the spiggot thingy and sounds of the steamer getting ready to heat milk has always been of some fascination to me. She had heated the milk with this fancy machine Bill bought from Italy, well, it has an Italian name anyway. Smooth and soft, the coffee is, and the aroma is just intoxicating. The noise of a steamer heating the milk and then pouring it into a cup distracted her.
Kerri reached over and placed a full cup in front of me. She walked around sat alongside me. “All this time I thought there was something wrong wih me. I didn’t like sex. Then I knew, the problem is not sex, it is sexuality.”
“You mean…?” I led.
“I think I’m gay.”
This just took an interesting turn. “You mean, you’re a lesbian?”
“Well,” she hesitated, “I’m not sure, really. I mean, I have never been intimate with a woman, I don’t know any lesbians.”
I hesitated here myself. I have never had anyone come out to me before I thought, just play it by ear. “Why me then? Why tell me?”
“Because,” she said, “You are the only one I felt comfortable enough with to tell.” She sighed, then said, “I have been building up the courage to tell you for weeks and Mindy, you are my best friend. You’re the only one I could talk to about this.”
My head was spinning, but I said nothing. “Look, I was cleaning Julie-Ann’s room once, a couple of years ago, and I knocked her desk. The computer screen lit up, and on it was a book. A romance. It caught my eye, so I started reading it. I’m not really into trashy romance but I think I was being nosey at first, wanting to make sure that Julie-Ann wasn’t using the internet for anything she wasn’t supposed to. It took a couple of pages to figure out that a character, Bobby, was a woman, and she was having an affair with another woman, a married woman. Really, I was hooked. I finished reading that book in quick time. I went back to the page I started and after that, I pictured myself in Bobby’s position, with another woman. It really turned me on.”
She stopped, so I made encouraging noises, asking her to go on. “Then..” she hesitated, “Then?” I asked.
“I had to stop housework and masturbated.” she admitted, somewhat embarrassed.
“Oh honey, don’t be embarrassed, I masturbate, even after I have just had sex with Don. Did you have a strong image in your mind while doing it?”
“Yes-” she said, quietly.
“I do too,” I said, just as softly. “You tell me yours and I will tell you mine.”
“It’s..it’s me, holding a woman, loving her, kissing her, going down on her….” she whispered.
I could see her shaking, embarrassed, afraid, all at once. “I do too,” I said, “She is gorgeous, black hair and she tastes wonderful when I kiss her, when I lick her skin, when I..I… kiss her on the –.”
Kerri looked at me, “I- I- always cum with her. When she is loving me.” Then she took a really deep breath, and took a leap, “It’s you I am loving.”
I gazed at her, surprised. “My lover is you,” she whispered, “Please, don’t hate me!” she pleaded.
I looked at the fear in her eyes, and slowly reached out to touch her, I leaned forward and pulled her closer to me and kissed her. She kissed me back. Her arms snaked around me and she held me, close.
“I could never hate you.” I said softly when we came up for air, “The I have often been loving you in my dreams.”
I touched her cheek, trailed my hand down her face, her neck then over her breast. She drew her breath in as I circled it and my hand retraced the movement back upward. I kissed her again, then pulled her slowly off the stool she was sitting on. I knew where the stairs were, and gently led her to them, “Where is your bed?” I asked.
“The guest room is closer.” She led me towards a room at the end of the corridor that ran alongside the stairs. Opening the door, there, in front of me was a large bed, sheets turned down, with slow candles and an aromatic, sensual smell permeating the room. I looked at Kerri, raising my eyebrow.
“More in hope..” she said., “Just in case.”
“It’s lovely,” I turned and kissed her, pulling her into the room. We fell onto the bed and in a frenzy, ripped each other’s clothes off. Kissing and touching each other came easily to Kerri. She may never have had sex with another woman, but she knew enough to get me turned on.
I kissed her lips, her neck, the taste of her was very nice indeed. Her aroma, the real scent of a woman in heat was just so sexy. I’m sure that even if I wasn’t touching her, kissing her, that scent would just make my nipples harden anyway. I kissed over her belly and, I must admit, without much fuss or foreplay, I dived onto her snatch. My tongue was over her labia lips and searching for her clit within moments of her panties hitting the floor. I felt the soft skin giving way to a hardened nub as my tongue wiped over her. The taste of her juices smeared my lips and tongue, seeping into my mouth, stimulating my taste buds. She tasted better and better as I took more of her moisture into my mouth.
Kerri was so turned on by now, she was leaking so much of her fluids all over my face, and I was loving it. This had never happened to me before, and under the circumstances, is unlikely to ever happen again. I hadn’t considered that at the time, thinking that it was always going to be like that – it wasn’t but that is for later. I pushed and prodded with my tongue, lapped and licked her soft tissues and I felt her orgasm growing. The tension in her body grew, tightening her thigh muscles. Kerri drew her knees up and pushed her feet onto the bed, forcing her cunt onto my mouth. Her moans increased in urgency and volume as she forced her body to give in to the the manipulations of my tongue.
Her thighs siezed my head and I felt all her muscles around my face spasm in one huge contaction. She cried her delight, and rewarded me with the slightly metallic tasting flow of inner body fluids that signified an orgasm was in progress. Even that was delicious as it flowed into my mouth, not a lot and it didn’t fill me, but it was there and I swallowed it. Yummmm, more please. I resumed licking her and sucked as much of her juice from her as I could get. Suddenly, she grabbed my head and pushed herself onto my mouth. Again, I could feel the muscles of her inner thighs contract, her moans turned to screams of pleasure as she came a second time. This time it was seriously intense, her legs grabbed me and refused to let me go, to the point where I was starting to have some difficulty taking a breath.
Slowly, she let me go, then she collapsed and I was free of that intensely sexual grip. I kissed her mons, and she barely reacted. I could hear her heaving her breath, gulping lungfuls of air, sounding like a tennis player as she breathed out. I kissed my way up over her stomach, upoward, stopping only to mouth one breast, then the other, suckling on each nipple. I reached her throat and kissed her. Kerri stretched her neck and exposed her throat fully to me, so I kissed it again. I kissed her chin then her lips, passionately. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, teasing hers and she responded with a similar touching movement, kissing me deeply.
We came up for air, eventually. The last traces of a deep red blush was leaving her torso as she held me.
“Thank you,” she said softly, kissing me again, “You are the first person to ever make me cum. And twice at that!”
“What? You mean..?
“Yes. The only time I have ever cum is when I have masturbated.”
“Bill has never-?”
“Bill has never gone down on me. He plugs in and cums quick, then rolls off and goes to sleep.”
“Oh dear!” I exclaimed, “You really have been treated poorly.”
“Well, yes, I suppose, but-” she went on, “I really didn’t do a lot to encourage him.”
“Oh,” I said a little crossly, “Stop making excuses for him. Look, if he has never bother to treat you properly, then how can you know if you really are a lesbian?”
“I just know, but what about you?”
“What about me? I’m a horney slut, and I love it. I love what men do to me, and I love what I can do to a woman, and she can to me. And you might be like me.”
“A horney slut? Maybe!” Kerri smiled.
“No – well OK that too, but I was thinking more of being bi, rather than a lez.”
“Speaking of which!” Kerri said, as she took a nipple into her mouth. I love getting my nipples sucked.
Kerri’s hand slid down my body and over my mons. She cupped my vagina in her hand and began a gentle rubbing of the soft tissues. Already aroused, she was making me even wetter. I felt her finger drawing a line up and down my labia and every time she ran over the clit, I shuddered at thrill the softness of her touch was giving me. Sliding her finger down, she found the vaginal canal and inserted a finger into me. It was so easy as I was so wet, I could feel me dripping all over her finger.
“Two,” I moaned, and I felt a second finger sliding into me. She eased them out then thrust them back in again. The palm of her hand slapped my clit, every time her fingers dove into me sending a real thrill through me. Her mouth left my nipple and moved slowly over my skin, down, down until she could run her tongue through my trimmed thatch. I felt her hesitate, stopping, and at first it puzzled me, but then I realized, she had never done this before. She might have had a cock or two in her mouth, but never a clit.
She moved again, down and I felt her lips caressing my mons, then her tongue began to push aside the puffy skin around my clit. She touched it and I swear, something electric hit me. I felt a sensation I had never felt with anyone else before, that thrill of knowing that this was just perfect. Her tongue wiped over my clit several times and I could feel it was so aroused, so hard. Kerri gummed it, wrapping her lips over her teeth, then gently gnawed on it. Her fingers were still inside me, working in unison with her lapping of my clit. Fuck, this was great – and I had some doubt that this was the first time she had ever munched a muffin though.
Time seemed to drift and I lost myself in the pleasure Kerri was giving me. I felt her tongue replace her fingers in my love tunnel, while her fingers then caressed my clit. She swapped several times, and each time taking me another notch up the scale that would lead to an orgasm. I could keep this up for a while, but then her timing got a little ragged, her actions not quite as well timed. She was getting tired.
Tell you, it is not easy eating pussy, your head can be at the wrong angle, and it wears you out quickly. Kerri kept it going so I helped her by pushing hard against her fingers and pulling her mouth onto my clit. The orgasm when it came was strong, sweeping through me, giving me a release I had not felt for… well ok, the night before when I was fucking Don. What can I say, I’m a horney slut.
Kerri kept lapping my pussy as the orgasm subsided and as I calmed, she lifted her head and kissed my mons. I pulled her head towards me and then when i could, i kissed her, and pushed my tongue as deep into her mouth as I could get. I tasted the mixture of us on and in her mouth, and savored it. Yummy indeed.
We broke and I held her, just held her, letting the sensations of good sex pass and of intimacy begin. I caressed her gently, held her, kissed her and let her do the same to me.
“Mmmmm” she purred, yes, purred like a cat. “That was good. I really made you cum!”
“Yes, you did,” I replied, “And it was really the first time you’ve had sex with a woman?”
“Yes, really,” she replied, “But, I have been watching a lot of instructional videos, and reading how to manuals.”
“You mean porn?” I asked, laughingly.
“Well…, yeah, porn. Lesbian porn specifically.” she smiled. Then she reached up and kissed me. “But it was not as nice as the real thing.”
“Mmmm, usually the fantasy is far better than the reality. Fantasy can be perfect, but reality is never that.”
“That may be, but what you just did to me was far more real and pleasurable than anything I have done to myself or seen in a movie.”
“These movies, where have youy been seeing them?”
“Downloading them from the ‘Net.”
“Wow! I didn’t know you even knew anything about a computer.”
“Computers are simple, just not very interesting usually. As long as I delete my browsing history and make sure no-one can see what I’ve been doing, there has been no problem.”
OMG! This is not the prim and proper Kerri I have known for the last three years, who is this person and what has she done with my friend?
“So I have been watching what to do and how it is done. Instructional mostly, but not always. I suspected that what they do for the most part is more for the camera and than it is for the sex.”
“I would think so, but ‘for the most part’, you said?”
“There have been a number of movies that are real, professionally made not amateur, but where the girls have made it real.”
“Oh I doubt it.”
“It is when you see their cum blush.”
“You see it?”
“Well, the ones where the girls are both really sexually excited, their reactions are real. Their nipples are hard, their labia lips are full and swollen and their clits are hard, they’re real. Quite often you can see them cum for real and for a few, there is a real cum blush.”
“I’ve never watched a lot of porn, so wouldn’t have noticed I think.”
“Porn is about fantasy, anyway, and if you’re living your fantasy, why bother with porn?”
“Is that why you watch it?”
“Mmm not really, but it is a reason, yeah. I wanted to see what turns me on and what doesn’t.”
“And what turns you on?”
“The lez movies, more than anything. Group gropes don’t do anything for me, but a really well filmed threesome is erotic. The BBC movies, some, well I must admit a little jealously, here.”
“Jealousy?”
“Ok, envy, this girl gets to suck and fuck a really big dick, and Bill – well he is erm – ”
“I think I get the picture. So what is your fantasy then?”
“Just did it. Going to do it again too. What’s yours?”
“Something I just thought of, I would love to drink a load of Don’s cum out of you.” I said, not real sure how this would be taken.
“Mmm dunno. You would let Don fuck me?”
“If he wanted to.” I knew he did, Don would love to fuck any woman he meets, well the pretty ones anyway.
“He has never even made a pass at me, not ever. I’m not sure he even likes me sometimes.”
“Of course he does. He’d never say or do anything to jepoardize our friendship, but with the right encouragement, he’d do you in an instant.”
“He would?” she asked, a little tremorously.
“Oh yeah, he would – especially if he knew we’d be putting a show on for him.”
“A show?”
“Yes, he loves to watch two women in a sixty-niner, just loves it. And if I was lying under you, you were eating me while he had his cock in you, and I am licking your clit, he would be very considerate and cum quick. I could eat his cum out of you. That would drive him crazy, he would be fucking me within minutes.”
“mm never bothered with anything other than lez, and I wanted to know what a BBC was, and a lamb spit, and a -,” she stopped and smiled, “I just realized, I’m a slut. A lesbian slut!”
“Welcome to the club!” I kissed her, holding her, and the kiss got deeper. I moved, kissing her neck, then her breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth again, suckled it deeply. I kissed her ribs and started to swing my body around. My tongue wiped over her stomach as she reached for my ass, pulling herself closer as I lifted a leg. We moved into a better position as I lowered my mouth onto her sex and I felt her tongue reaching for my clit.
And there it was again! As her tongue touched me, I felt that charge of energy pass between us, again. Soon I was lost is the ecstacy of sexual arousal and pleasure that can only come from an intimacy of a deeper emotional contact. What the fuck was this woman doing to me? The afternoon passed rapidly in a haze of sexual pleasure. Far too soon it was time to get on with our lives. Finally making it out of bed, we kissed and redressed and went back to the breakfast bar.
Again Kerri made coffee and we were sitting there talking for a few minutes when both Jules and Charvi came in.
“Hi Mom,” they chorussed, giggling as only girls can.
“Hello,” both Kerri and I responded, “Did you have a good day at school?” I asked, to no particular person.
“Yes, thank you,” Jules replied, “And you?”
“Just perfect,” said Kerri.
“Really peachy,” I replied, pointing to the fruit bowl now occupied by some rather large and I would think quite juicy peaches.
“Yummmmmm!” cried Jules, “Peaches and cream for dinner.”
“That’s for later, Julie-Ann,” Kerri smiled, “I have to get some cream and you have to do your homework.”
Jules grimmaced, “Well, OK, but thick cream, OK Mom?”
“Sure, but off you both go and do your homework.”
“Can I stay for dinner Mom?” asked Charvi.
“Mmm, no, your father wants to take us out tonight, remember?” I replied, “So you can come with me after we finished our coffee, or you can come home later.”
“Oh yes, a celebration or something, yeah, I remember. I’ll walk home, thanks.”
“Well as long as you are home by 6 o’clock. Dad does not really like to be kept waiting when we are going out.”
“OK mom, by 6.”
The girls took off upstairs with all the dignity that seventeen year olds can muster, that is, giggling and stomping. I turned back to Kerri and said, “Look, I really had a great time, and want to come back.”
She didn’t blush or anything, smiling she replied, “I know I just loved it, and want you back. But more than that, I think I have loved you for quite a while. My heart fluttered whenever we met, and I never understood it. Now I do. You can cum over me as often as you like.”
That set the pattern for the next few weeks. Every opportunity we got we would be having sex. On the floor, in the bed, on the stairwell – on the patio, in the pool likely if it was a bit warmer. We did housework, naked, I never knew a woman could be so damned sexy wielding a vacuum cleaner across a floor. Her breasts swaying with every motion, her legs moving backwards and forwards, muscles tightening and loosening with every action. We would while away the hours in each others arms and then I realised, I was looking forward to seeing her the next day, that I was missing her while I was at work. I was in love, simple as that.
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