Our wonderful Discovery
I married young and had not really had time to find out how I actually felt about sex, marriage, and commitment. He and I started growing apart pretty fast and the marriage self destructed soon after it started. We began quarreling everyday and it was a constant struggle, fighting about everything from how to set the table, to the color of the sofa, to what bills needed to be paid first. I was either too critical or mindlessly Pollyanna. He was angry or sophomorically immature, and finally the sight of him disgusted me and made me want to just get away. We struggled to make it work, but we finally accepted reality. I decided it had been a mistake after about a year, but I stuck it out for another ten months. Finally, I gave up. Just lost interest.
We got a divorce after two years, and I didn’t want to even think about being with anyone again for a very long time. Not, that is, until I met Karen at a gardening class on a Saturday in June, five months after the divorce was final. She was in short shorts and had her hair up in a ponytail, a tank top with no bra, and was positively stunning. I lusted after her at the first sight of her.
I had never been with another woman and had not had any lesbian thoughts before, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. We connected over a artichoke plant and began to chat. We connected like I could not believe. She seemed to be attracted to me as well, and we ended the day going for coffee after the class. It was lust at first sight, and before our coffee cups were empty we were planning our next meeting.
I invited her to my place that very afternoon, she came, and before the day was over we ended up in the shower, soaping each other, washing one another, and then kissing when the water was off, drying one another and standing in the shower stall, naked, wet, fondling one another, and very sexually charged. I had never kissed another woman, but I kissed Karen with a passion I had never felt before. I was euphoric.
I led her to my bed, put her down on the bedspread, opened her legs, and went right to kissing her pussy like a ravenous animal going for food. It was my first time but knew it wouldn’t be my last. I licked, and sucked, and kissed her pussy lips while I spread her thighs with my forearms. I didn’t know the female body, even though I had one, but I explored it like Marco Polo.
Karen came with an explosion that burst from her like dynamite, and she climbed up my body until our lips were together and our tongues played in concert like eels, and my head spun like a top, wanting to please this woman anyway I could.
“You ever done this before?” she asked breathlessly as our tongues entwined and we sucked each other’s.
“I have never even thought about it once in my life,” I told her as I fought for a breath. “I have never even seen another woman’s pussy,” I said. “But yours is beautiful. I love it,” I said. “I could look at it all day. You taste fantastic,” I said.
“Can I taste you?” she ask, looking eager and ravenous.
“If you don’t I’ll die,” I said frantically, nearly begging.
I turned, offering her my vagina, and when her lips touched my pussy I gasped. The feeling was beyond wonderful. I put my head back and sighed a very happy sigh.
We lay together, holding one another, just luxuriating in the closeness and the warmth of the other woman’s naked body for hours. We went to dinner at a restaurant down the street and I could feel her mouth on my pussy for the rest of the night. When we finished eating we went back to my apartment and once again made love, slept for a couple of hours, then made love and ate each other repeatedly.
Sex had never been so wonderful. Life had never been so good, and I never felt love as intensely as I did that evening. That night I sucked each of her breasts, holding her erect nipples on my tongue as I suckled and drew each between my lips, savoring the feeling of the hard button in my mouth. Then I offered her mine and cooed as she returned the favor with each of my boobs, moaning and loving the sensation of her lips on my teats.
When I woke to see her looking at me, and I pulled her naked female form against mine and groaned. “You are beautiful,” I whispered. We kissed for the next hour. We ate naked at the table, each admiring the other through breakfast and beyond.
We walked around the park after we ate and held hands, not caring who saw, who knew, and we vowed to decide whose place we would keep and whose would we advertise. Hers was closer to school, my work, and it had two bedrooms, although we had decided without discussion to share the same room. It was an easy decision.
“Are we lesbians?” she asked on our third night.
“I don’t know,” I said, “but I am in love. Have you ever been with another woman before?” I asked.
“One,” she said. “My first roommate, Julia. But she met the love of her life and married him. It was a spontaneous thing that I didn’t regret, Lara Travesti but I didn’t think it was who I was. Nothing like this week with you,” she said with a sexy smile. “I think it is who I am now. You?”
“I know it is who I am from now on,” I said, putting my arms around her neck and kissing her with as tender of a kiss as I could manage. I moved my head to the side and held my mouth against hers. She offered me her tongue and I began sucking on it like it was a tiny cock, which I no longer had any interest in.
I moved in with Karen the next weekend, and we spent most of Saturday and Sunday either unpacking boxes or licking each other on the sofa, the kitchen sink, our bed, and on the bench in the shower, totally wet and smelling like lavender shampoo.
Our first big undertaking was letting our families know about us. We considered keeping it hush, but we both wanted to be honest with them, to stand up for ourselves and show we weren’t ashamed of what we had. That meant confronting my father with what he had once called ‘fucking lesbians’. It meant telling him, “I am a fucking lesbian and I would like you to meet and get to know the fucking lesbian I live with and am in love with.”
My mom would like anyone I liked, even the asshole I had married was fine with her. “He seems like a nice boy,” she had said after meeting him just once. My sister was married to a redneck who felt Donald Trump was misunderstood, but as a sister she would be supportive no matter what I did. She would be loyal to me no matter if I fell in love with the creature of the black lagoon. Sylvia was what a sister should be.
The rest of my aunts and uncles were spread across the political spectrum like dandelions on an out-of-season soccer field. Them I could not care less about, especially uncle Tony, who felt Nixon got a raw deal.
I went to meet her parents and then she met mine. Her mom had remarried a minister and he wasn’t about to say anything about two women since his church was the first to sanction gay marriage in the state. It was pleasant and we left getting kisses from the whole family. I actually felt welcome.
My dad was guardedly pleasant, but he never smiled the whole night. As we left he hugged me, which was the best I could hope for, but my mother held onto Karen like she was a long lost cousin. We left my house looking at each other like ‘well, we got through that.’
Karen works at the city library and I teach first grade at an elementary school close by the apartment we now share. I took her to a teachers’ social and introduced her as my roommate. One of the other teachers, Ms. Tonya Carlton, smiled at us knowingly and leaned in close. “You two make a beautiful couple,” she said with a wink.
For some reason at that moment I took Karen by the arm and thanked Ms. Carlton, pulling my new roommate against me, not caring who noticed what I had done. After that I held Karen’s hand as we walked around the room, chatting with other guests, and after a while, when the music began to play to invite people to dance, I led her to the dance floor and took her into my arms. As the music began I started dancing with Karen, holding her close and putting my forehead on her shoulder. Moving slowly, sensuously. For a reason I didn’t fully understand, I wanted people to know about us, to know we were a couple, to know I loved her and planned to live my life with her.
As we danced people began to notice and people started watching us. Enjoying the attention, I leaned in and kissed her, tenderly. Our lips met and she offered me her tongue. I took it and held the kiss. When I did that I heard clapping and as I looked around I saw Ms. Carlton applauding us. I hoped people knew we often made mad, passionate woman-to-woman love, lesbian sex that involved lips and tongues and vaginas. I really wanted them to know.
As we left, Tonya Carlton came over and kissed us both. “You two come back now, you hear,” she said. Ms. Carlton taught fifth grade and I knew had a wife who she had married in the summer. Her wife’s name was Rene and was from Jamaica. Gay marriage had only been legalized in the state for two years. I had not thought much about her being gay, but now it connected us wonderfully. I had never thought of myself as gay, or even close, but at that moment it seemed to be the case, and I wanted everyone in the room to know it.
When we were in the car, Karen asked about Tonya. “She is married to a woman named Rene,” I said with a smile. “Rene is the vice principal at the high school. They were married last summer and about half of the faculty went to the wedding. When I was in junior high, a teacher was fired for being gay. Times, thank God, have really changed.”
“She seemed to know we are a couple,” Karen said.
“Her gay-dar is working overtime,” I said. “She knew my husband and hated his guts. I guess she is a good judge of character. Better than I was,” I said.
The following Lara Travesti week the phone rang and it was Tonya Carlton. She and Rene were going dancing and invited us to go along. I said I would ask Karen and would get back to her. Neither of us had ever been to a gay club, but we both thought it sounded like fun and were eager to go.
We met them there and found a table in the back. Rene was a beautiful woman with the most wonderfully Carmel colored skin I had ever seen. Everyone there was a woman and many were dancing, slow and sensuously. Many were kissing in the shadows and Rene and Tonya held hands.
“You have never been to a gay club before, right?” Tonya asked. I shook my head. “You have been eyeing everyone here,” she said. “It is a real give away. Like, ‘Oh my god, they’re like us.'” she said with a wink. “You two are new to this world, right?” I admitted we were and put my hand on Karen’s.
“We are not exclusive,” she said, glancing at Rene. “We both love girls,” she said with a smile. “We are married, but we have ‘friends’ and those friends are very special to us. Both of us loves the taste of pussy,” she said with complete candor, with a movement of her head towards the women around us.
“We have only been with each other,” I said, forgetting about Karen’s only other sex with another woman.
“That is a personal decision,” Tonya said. “We are not monogamous. Rene has a friend you may meet tonight. Her name is Carly. She will be here later. I have a couple of close friends you should meet. If you like the female flavor, then you would like my two friends, Barbara and Susanne. They are oral specialists,” she said with the same naughty grin.
We have now been out with Tonya and Rene a few times and we have talked about whether we wanted to be exclusive or not. At this point we are only interested in being with each other, but we have left that open for the future. Neither us is against open relationships, and we thought Rene and Tonya were a great couple. When they called again and asked us if we’d like to watch some videos. “Gay porn,” Tonya said. Karen and I had never seen gay sex videos and we were both curious. I told her we would love to and left ten minutes later. I had only seen a few straight porn videos and was curious about girl-to-girl. Watching porn had not been my thing, but I was intrigued.
“Gay porn is almost all oral,” she told us as we walked in. “That is pretty much all we ladies have. Some dildo shots and some kissing, but that’s oral too, isn’t it?” she said. After very little chatting, she put on the video and we sat on the sofa to watch.
The film started with three women sunning next to a pool. One woman, a blond, was putting sunscreen on another and the first woman’s fingers were working between the ass cheeks of the brunette on her stomach on the lounge chair. She had a luscious ass and I loved seeing the blond work her fingers between those lovely buns, making sure to brush the anus of the brunette getting covered with lotion. It was sensual.
After being completely covered with sunscreen, the women began to kiss, and the one on the lounge chair turned over and opened her legs to her partner. As the blond on her knees began to eat the pussy of the other woman I looked at Karen and smiled, thinking back to the last time I had eaten her. The one on her back lifted her knees high and opened her thighs as wide as they would go, letting her companion lick and kiss her pussy with long and slow laps up and down her vulva.
The blond woman on her knees opened her lover’s vaginal lips with two fingers and reached her tongue into her partner as far as she could reach. It was terribly sexy to watch two women enjoy each other so orally, licking and sucking with passionate eagerness.
I wasn’t sure I would enjoy porn, since I had seen so little of it, but I was liking it immensely. I looked over at Rene and Tonya and they were ignoring the action on the screen and were making their own script on the loveseat. I took Karen by the hand and pulled her to me, putting my lips to hers and offering my tongue.
She took it and cupped a hand under my right breast, holding it up as she massaged it. I put my hand between her legs and she opened them for me, letting my fingers slip into her. A moan escaped from deep in her throat as they reached farther into her pussy.
I took them from her slit and offered two of them to her and she sucked herself from my hand like a cat licking cream out of a bowl. As she licked herself from my fingers she groaned and took a finger into her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop, savoring her own womanly flavor.
As the film played on, Rene and Tonya and Karen and I forgot the action on the screen and focussed on our partner. They spread out on the loveseat and Karen and I filled the sofa with ourselves, licking and kissing one another’s sex with abandon. Each couple assumed the sixty-nine position and attended to their partner’s Travesti Lara pussy lovingly.
Karen came on my face and I licked her from my lips and drank what I could of her nectar, she doing the same to me. I looked over at Tonya and Rene and their were finishing up with their own erotic episode across the room. The action on the screen had ended and our faces were all wet and shiny. Each woman licked wetness from lover’s face, then kissed and hugged with a mistress’s attentiveness.
We all lay quietly spent and satisfied and Tonya smiled at us. “You two learn fast,” she said softly. “I can smell the two of you from here, and it is a lovely scent,” she said, a huskiness in her voice.
On the way home I asked Karen how she liked the movie. “I loved the refreshments the best,” she said, taking my hand.
“The hors d’oeuvres they served were scrumptious,” I said with a smile. When we got home we reenacted the movie scene a few times, then cuddled and talked about the evening. “You like them?” I asked.
“Very much,” she said quietly.
“Enough to open up our relationship?” I said.
“I have been thinking about that,” she said. “You?”
“We both feel sex is a recreational thing,” I said. “I wouldn’t be against it. I have begun to think differently about monogamy,” I said. “I love you enough not to smother you. I want you to be able to enjoy whoever you want without me standing in the way.”
“That is the way I feel,” she said. “To love you is to not hold you so tight that you can’t breathe. I know you would enjoy them both. We should tell them,” she said. I kissed her and told her that was why I loved her.
I kissed her and we snuggled closer. Her knee came up between my legs and pushed against my pussy, giving me a warmth that radiated up through my body. She began moving her knee slightly, and my body responded. I put my hand between her legs and she was wet and warm. My finger curled into her and I looked for her G-spot, which I had never done before.
When I found it I began to rub across it and circle the rough patch with more force, increasing the speed of the movement around her internal sphere. She drew her legs up and bit on her lip, concentrating on the sensation inside her. When her intensity reached its climax her orgasm shot fluid from her vagina like a geyser at Yellowstone.
She clamped her thighs together and clenched her fists, fighting to keep control as her body flexed and contracted, tightened and released. “Oh dear,” she said with a breathy sigh. “I have never done that before,” she whispered. “Where did you find that?”
“I read about it,” I said. “On line. There is a whole lot about female ejaculations. You like it?” I asked. She said she loved it. “Before our first day together, I had never even thought about being with another woman, but after being with you, doing all the things that we’ve done, I am totally dedicated to female sexuality. I am a lesbian, wholly and unequivocally. I love you, Karen, and I have no doubts.”
Karen listened to me and put her arms around my neck. “My sentiments completely. I have had sex with men, but now I am happy with where I am, and I have no regrets either.” She looked at me and smiled. “I think we should meet with Tonya and Rene, tell them what we talked about, and go from there.”
Tonya listened to our story, then smiled. “I think you should come with us to a party and meet some people, see what you think, what you decide to do,” she said. She gave us some dates, then we sat down and ate Thai with them. Rene talked about female orgasm and gave us some literature about ‘gayness’ and women’s sexuality.
Karen and I decided to attend a group party on the next Saturday. It was suggested we leave two days open and stay over Sunday to recuperate and sleep, relax, and let the experience sink in. It sounded exciting and my heart began pounding in anticipation. So much had happened in my life in a short time and everything had seemed to change. Karen and I read all the literature and talked about what we wanted and where we were with all of it.
One of the items they had given us was on female masturbation and gave suggestions about techniques and advice about ‘homework’ assignments and time schedules to adhere to. It suggested a masturbation exercise in the morning, one in the afternoon, and again at night. To get to know your vagina, to study it, feel it and learn what feels good, and to have your partner feel, study and learn about yours as well as hers.
It sounded very clinical, but also very thorough and insightful. I was eager to try it, and Karen also was as well. The first thing we did was examine our vaginas with the diagrams next to us, looking at ourselves and the pictures, feeling our vulvas and examining each part.
I surveyed my clitoris and felt the area, looking closely and feeling the sensations and what felt good and what did not. I looked closely at my labia as Karen did hers. We moved them apart and opened them up, realizing what they felt like, how they moved apart, and how different hers looked from mine. Using a mirror to see them well, we sat close with our legs apart and our hands holding our mirrors under our vaginas to see what we were like.