Curiosity, Part 1

by Thom

My partner and I are creatures of habit. When we find a good restaurant or vacation spot or people we like, we keep returning. Our summer and winter vacations are on islands that have a couple of things in common though they are thousands of miles apart; they are both on the edge of a sea and an ocean. The sea side is hospitable and has a half moon bay of beach and protected harbor. The ocean side is unapproachable. If you dip your toe in the ocean side at either island, you are immediately sucked into an undertow that will take your life in seconds.

Other things they have in common are that they are nearly impossible to get to, have very few places to stay (none of them having the word resort in their names) and the only entertainment is what you create for yourself. The last leg of any trip to them is in a plane roughly the size of your dining room table or on the working boat that delivers the mail and the food.

The best thing about these places, I guess besides the total isolation they provide, is that the only people that show up more than once are like minded. It isn't quite what it used to be but within the last couple of decades my queer life style was an issue. I liked to go to places where I could be 'out' and not have a bunch of grief over it. Key West and San Francisco and P Town were the first places in the contiguous US of A that were safe harbors. Now many northern cites are okay. I still wouldn't walk hand in hand with my sweetie in very many places south of the Mason-Dixon Line, but I digress.

Our recent trip to our winter island, about 14 degrees north of the equator, provided me with a very pleasurable experience that I want to share. My honey Judy, partner of twenty some odd years (we were married recently in Massachusetts I'll have you know), couldn't come down with me for the first week because she had a big project due so I went down on my own.

For the last 6 years, we've been there at the same time as a family from Pennsylvania. Mom, dad, boy and girl. Boy was ten when we first met them and girl was six. So, if we saw them this year, boy would be 10 plus 7 or 17 and girl would be 6 plus 7 or 13.

When we met them, Judy and I agreed without a doubt, that our gaydar was indicating that the girl, Lisa, had very high dyke potential. High DP we had whispered to each other simultaneously. She and I had great fantasies about her even at the age of six about having our faces digging into her muffin that would arouse us to such heights that we could fuck each other for hours.

Over the years, even as recently as last year at the age of twelve when there was no evidence at all that she was beginning to mature, we figured that her estrogen level was miniscule and that her testosterone level was high. Further evidence that we were right was that she was tomboy "par excel lance."

I had been there a couple of days, desperately missing my honey, when the family turned up. I was at the pool and Lisa came running down as soon as they arrived while her parents were paying the taxi and finding their rooms.

"Paula," she said, "I'm so glad you are here. Where's Judy?" I got a nice kiss on my lips which sent a bit of a surge through my body right to the spot between my legs where I sometimes think my soul must be located.

"She'll be down next week, had work to do. I'm so glad to see you, I wasn't sure you'd be down this year."

"Oh, I think we'll never stop coming here. We all think this is the best thing we ever do. Besides, my parents and stupid brother Bo wouldn't miss the diving for anything in the world."

Here's the thing that's allowed Judy and I to get to know and spend time with Lisa. She has been either too young or disinterested in diving. Her mom and dad and brother want to do it constantly while they are here, sometimes three or four times a day. While they are away, she had hung out with us. Initially, we were babysitters of course but not reluctant ones. As she got older and could stay on her own while they were diving, she chose to be with us. Since we didn't make any pretense about our lifestyle, we assumed that her parents weren't making any bones about it either because they allowed her to hang around with us even after she could be on her own or dive with them.

I asked her if she would be diving this year with her family and she indicated that she wasn't interested in doing it. She wondered if it would be okay if we did something together.

"Would it be an imposition?"

"Absolutely not. Would you like to rent a kayak and maybe we can find a hidden beach somewhere?"

"Wow, could we? That would be awesome."

"You bet, anything you'd like to do."

"You're the best ever, thanks."

"Well, you're pretty cool yourself and I'm so glad you're here and that you and I can hang out. I'm lonely without Judy."

"I'll miss her too but she'll be here next week, right?"

"Yes, that's right and then we can all do things together."

The next morning, Lisa found me at breakfast and tagged along after her family was picked up for their morning dive. She followed me back to my room while I brushed my teeth and changed my clothes for a kayaking trip, putting on my swimming suit. I can't say I was unhappy undressing in front of her. I like the way my body looks even at my advanced age and I was being a bit of a flasher, showing it to this girl barely a teen that I thought was going to like girls over boys but you can, of course, never tell until someone declares one way or another.

I watched Lisa for some sign that she was curious about seeing me naked or was keeping her eye on some part of my body longer than some other part. I felt noticed and perhaps there was a bit of leering but at the time I thought I was probably making it up in order to fulfill some wishful thinking I was having about her.

We paddled around to a deserted beach that you couldn't get to by either road or walking path and walked ashore. We had brought some food and some water and a couple of grass mats that we could lie down on. It was after we got comfortable that the questions started.

”Ah, can I ask you couple of questions? I feel kind of weird bringing this up but I like you and Judy a lot and I don't think there is anything I wouldn't be able to ask you."

"I hope you would feel comfortable asking me anything you wanted to ask me. Do you realize we've been doing this, coming here for winter vacation, for seven years?"

"Really has it been that long? Wow."

"Yep it has been, so what do you want to know?'

"Ah, it just that…ah, you like girls, right? I mean you and Judy got married last year and all. Did you always like girls more than boys or did you figure that our later?"

"Well, for me, I figured out pretty early on, maybe even before your age of thirteen that I liked girls over boys. I don't know exactly when it came into my conscientiousness that I wanted to have intimate relationships with girls. I never had any thoughts at all about boys like that. For me there wasn't an option, it was just that I had to figure out how to let another girl know that I was interested in her. What prompts the question?" I was hoping that what I thought was prompting the question was behind it but I wasn't going to expose my hand too soon.

"Well, I've been thinking that maybe I like girls more than boys. All the girls I know seem really interested in boys, they are always giggling and whispering about them. I think I feel the same way they do, only about them and not about boys. I just wish one of them would notice how I feel about them or would tell me they feel the same way."

"Ah, that's very hard with kids your age. I hate to have to say this but I was miserable at your age and high school was just awful. I played the guy dating game just so I wouldn't stand out but I was so happy to finally graduate. It was in college that I met like minded girls. But I thought I heard that there are groups now in high school for kids that are out. Have you checked into that? Of course you haven't said you're out did you, only that you're curious about yourself"

"Well, I think I just outed myself to you but its easy to do to someone who is and understands. I don't know another soul that I could say it to."

"Okay, so you will tell me about your friends over the next few days and I'll help you decide if there are any candidates among them to share your feelings with."

"Thanks, you're awesome. I knew you would help me with this. In the meantime, can you help me with some other stuff that I'm curious about but can't figure out for myself?"

"You mean like how does sex work with girls?"

"Yes, how did you know I was going to ask about that?"

"I told you I was in your shoes exactly at your age. Believe it or not, it was my mother that I went to and she answered all of my questions. She was a lesbian too but I didn't know it. She and my dad were divorced and she had a lot of women friends but this stuff had to be really top secret then or you could lose your job."

"Wow, that's neat. I wish I could talk to my mother about it but I think she would be weird about it."

"Oh, I don't know. She seems pretty open and liberal to me but you know her better than I. What are you afraid of though? What could they do to you?"

"Just try to talk me out of it. You're probably right; I could talk to my parents. I'm just chicken. You're easy to talk to about it."

I time traveled back to me at her age, confronting my mother with the very same thoughts, feelings, and questions. In the long, long lens, looking back all of those years ago, I now think that my mother encouraged and persuaded me, really, to be a lesbian. I didn't know though at that time, not until later that she was one too. If I had known, it might have made it easier to ask the initial questions I was having about my feelings but after I got started, she made it easy for me to continue.

She talked to me about the importance of relationships and was certain in her conviction that relationships between girls or between women were the strongest, most supportive, most satisfying to have.

She warned me about the difficulties that would lie ahead, though, if I were to follow my instincts about girls. How it wasn't very well accepted, certainly not as much as it is now, that we would have to pick our friends carefully, that women don't make as much money as men so we would likely be poorer than we cared to be.

I don't have any experience except mine about what parents tell their children about sex but her version of the birds and the bees involved pictures that she had acquired of both men and women and real life exploration of her body and mine.

We started with women on women since that was what I asked about. She had pictures of young women loving one another and themselves with hands and mouths and pushing their sex together. Some of them were using toys on one another and themselves. Some of them were sexily dressed in lingerie as if they were teasing their partners with it, but most of the women were naked. Some women by themselves were spreading their lips and exposing their rosebuds so that you could get a good view.

It was these last pictures that my mom thought we should imitate for each other and had us get naked so we could do it. We climbed onto her big bed and each got to one end of it. She pulled her feet up to her butt, her knees up and kind of tilted her pelvis toward me. I could see her back hole and her cunt slit. Her pussy mound was hairy but not bushy. I could easily make out the folds of skins protruding from the lips. She took her hands though, just like in the pictures and pulled her labia apart so that I could get a good close look at all of the various components; the urethra, the vagina, the clit.

She inserted some fingers into her vagina and she said that was where a guy would put his penis if you wanted to fuck a guy or get pregnant by one. She showed me where her clit lived in its little cave and she showed me how she rubs it to make herself feel good and that it was the secret to loving between girls though not the only part that is important.

She had me insert some fingers into her vagina as well and when they came out wet, she told me about women's juices and suggested I smell hers because I might like the smell. I did and I still do and it made me ache between my legs and it still does. I touched myself with the hand that I had had inside her and then inhaled the scent of. She told me to go right ahead and take care of the urge and not to feel self-conscious about it. My fingers were really wet from her come and I slathered it all over my little mound before I was finished.

My mom then had me push my bottom up toward her as she had done and show her my rosebud and my pussy slit. Mine was bare and all closed up, nothing was protruding yet. She told me to spread my slit lips wide apart with my fingers so she could take a good look inside. Mom ran and grabbed a mirror off the dresser and held it up so that I could get a good look at myself while she pointed out all of the parts she had showed me on herself.

She took her middle finger and she pushed it into my vagina saying that I should know how that felt. She asked me if I ever did that to myself and I told her I hadn't. I had only rubbed the top of my pussy to make myself feel better. She then took that same finger and put it into her vagina, to lubricate it she said, and told me she was going to push it into my back hole so that I would know what that felt like. It felt kind of good and kind of painful at the same time.

The last part of that lesson with the two of us had to do with our mouths and our sex. While I had my lips spread apart, she knelled between my legs and put her mouth right on my sex, licking and sucking. I have to say that it felt really good that day and I haven't forgotten that lesson over the many years. She then asked me if I would try the same thing with her and I did. She had me practice it a few times until she said I was getting the hang of it but that I would have to work at it before I would be proficient at it.

She concluded that day by asking me if I still thought that I liked girls more than boys after I had learned a few things about such relationships. I had to agree that I still did and maybe even more than I had when we started talking. Mom said that it was more likely that in any emotional and physical relationship with someone else, that I would be happier with another girl than I would be with a boy and that I should swear to not waver from that path.

That day, I agreed and haven't looked back.

"Ah Lisa, you were asking about…?"