| Bouts with Lesbianism, Part 2 My homosexual period made me want to prove that I was really straight so I grabbed the first guy who came along. Jerry was twenty-five but immature for his age. He worked for his father because no one else would hire him. Jerry made a grand a month as an "executive" but all he really did was shove papers around his desk. * * * Jerry's father liked me and he understood when I brought up the subject of divorce. "Yes, I know," he said. "Jerry isn't the brightest man in the world. To tell you the truth I was surprised when I found out you wanted to marry him." "Chalk it up to youthful inexperience," I answered. The divorce was granted and I was free again. I got a pretty fair alimony agreement out of Jerry and I could live on it the rest of my life without working—if I didn't marry again. It wasn't a bad exchange for two-and-a-half years of marriage. I was slipping. I had stayed with my first husband for three full years. During my marriage to Jerry I hadn't so much as looked at another woman but now I wanted broads again. The only time in my life I had ever been sexually aroused had been with Connie and her mother. I wanted a girl—a young girl. I found Joan while crusing through a park. It was summer and all the schools were out. Joan was fifteen and she wore skin-tight jeans and a loose-fitting sweater. Parents always warned their kids about talking to strange men but they never mentioned strange women. When I started a conversation with Joan she didn't get uptight and paranoid. She responded in an open and friendly manner. I was now a little older but I was still young enough to appear more like a friend than an adult to teenaged girls. Joan accepted my offer for a ride and I drove her to my apartment house. "Care to come up for a drink?" I asked. The girl looked at me squarely and grinned. "You mean booze?" she asked. "Well, a little beer never hurt anyone." The girl was bright and sensitive. I was sure she knew I wanted her body. Fifteen-year-old kids today know just about everything. When I got to my apartment I felt my heart beat faster. My second marriage to that moron had all but destroyed my desire for sex of any kind. But, now, my desires were coming back to me in a flood. Joan was tall and slim. Her breasts, unrestrained by a bra, jiggled freely under her sweater. Her jeans hugged the lines of her hips and ass firmly. It was all I could do to keep from reaching out and grabbing her. The girl swallowed a can of beer with ease and took another. I didn't want to get a kid drunk so I could seduce her—I just wanted to soften her inhibitions up a bit. I finally made my first serious move and patted her legs as we sat together. "I bet you have a lot of boyfriends," I said. "I know a lot of boys but that's about it," she answered. A virgin. Was she also virginal about homosexuality? "I used to have boyfriends," I told her. "I've even been married twice. It really is a drag. Males don't actually understand females. It takes a girl to appreciate another girl." As I said this I let my hand slide along her leg until I reached her crotch. I gave the girl a good, healthy squeeze. Joan's lips trembled when she looked at me. "Are you—are you a dyke?" she asked. "Lesbian is the proper term," I informed her. She gave a little laugh. "I've always thought you people were, you know, butchy." "How many people like me have you known?" "Well, you're the first, actually." So the girl was a virgin all the way. She also wasn't revolted by my overtures. I knew I could have her! When I pulled her zipper down she didn't object. The girl's body shivered when I slipped my hand over her panties. "Just relax," I whispered. Joan was ready to accept my advances. She didn't try to stop me when I pulled her clothes off. The girl was beautifully formed with pointy breasts and soft skin. I removed my own clothes and pressed my nipples against hers. She breathed hard. "Wow!" she sighed thickly and blushed. I cupped my hand over her pubic area and felt her dry hair under my palm. Her slit was tight and I slipped one of my fingers inside her body. Joan trembled and swallowed hard. I was arousing her to a high peak of passion "—I've never done this before," the girl told me. "You're old enough to start, honey," I answered and licked her breasts. I ran my tongue down along her belly and got to her bush. Joan spread her legs as soon as my lips touched her intimately. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. When my tongue slid into her cleft she placed her hands on my head and massaged my scalp. The girl leaned back and curled one of her legs over my shoulders as I got into a kneeling position on the floor. She draped the other leg over my shoulders and I lifted her slightly so that I could run my tongue along the entire length of her opening. I lapped at the cheeks of her ass and then licked all the way up to her bush again and again. Joan, like Connie, now wanted to be agressive and experience a homosexual act to the fullest degree. We switched positions and the young girl knelt before me. It was amazing how quickly one adapted to sexual overtures after a lifetime of virginity. The girl chewed on my box and I stroked her hair as she performed cunnilingus. She lapped her tongue against my stiff clitoris and my blood pressure shot up ten points. Joan licked my belly and then took one of my nipples in her young mouth. I embraced her as she sucked my body. I went on an orgy of girl-seducing after that. Joan brought her friends to see me and I made them one after another. * * * |