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Note: Ordinary actions and dialogue are written as normal text.
Note:
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in this story represent the internal THOUGHTS of one of the characters.
Note: This story is written in the first person, as seen from the point of view of a participant. This is incidentally the name of the story as well for reasons that should be clear if you have read the first three chapters.
FIRST PERSON - CHAPTER 4
My eyes were almost hooded. Barely seeing. Relaxed.
Gazing at Mag's wet labia and the lovely pink they had hidden until they relaxed post orgasm. The two inner lips almost lolling apart much like I felt like lolling. Mag's eyes were closed and she had herself flopped onto her side. It gave me time to stare at another woman's vulva up close. Something I had never really had an opportunity to do in my entire life.
I was fascinated.
Her lips are darker than mine. Just like her nipples. But the pink inside is... the very heart of a woman. I can see into another woman's vagina! Amazing! Damp. Dew on a rose.
I think my own eyelids eventually closed dreaming of other imagery that Mags' vulva region reminded me of.
After a while, not sure how long, Mags woke up with a start which made me open my eyes as well.
"Oh!" She said. "Poor Lisa." Seeing me looking up at her through my eyebrows she caressed my cheek. "Let me get you untied, darling."
She rose, I sat up on the rug and after some fumbling about I felt my wrists and elbows go free. I sighed, rubbing the creases in my skin at my wrists where I had struggled in my bondage.
"Hang on." She said and disappeared. Eventually I heard water moving in pipes and knew she was in the bathroom.
She reappeared.
"You should use the bathroom. I laid out washcloth, mouthwash and a toothbrush for you in case you want them." She took my elbow and helped me up solicitously. Suddenly her offer sounded really good and I hurried off. Using the toilet, I looked over the offering on the edge of the sink. I realized she was giving me the tools to clean my face and mouth, presumably because she thought I might object to the taste of her after using my mouth on her pussy.
Which is rather sweet and thoughtful.
I realized I really did not need it. I had found the taste of her vaguely pleasant. Not objectionable at all. I could still smell her too. Her secretions remained on my upper lip. Each time I inhaled through my nose I could catch her scent. I washed my pits and crotch a bit, practicing smelling her as I went.
The smell is... is... erotic. I should be panicking. Shouldn't I? Doing lesbian stuff this late in my life! Instead, I find out I kind of liked it. Who am I kidding? I
really
liked it. She smells nice.
I using some mouthwash as a courtesy to her and went back into her living room. Smelling her lingering scent curiously.
She lay on the couch.
She had made no attempt to dress. Her body was naked, almost as if it was on display.
I realized with a start that I was still very naked too. Both prancing around in the nuddy was not something we two gal pals had ever done before.
I sat down on the couch and leaned against its back. She sat up beside me and because I was slightly taller than her, she lackadaisically picked up and draped my arm over her shoulders There, under my arm, she leaned her head onto my shoulder.
"We should talk, I suppose." Mags said languidly.
"I'll say!" I replied.
"We should definitely address the elephant in the room." Mags sighed seriously.
"Agreed." I squeezed her shoulder.
Mags nuzzled my shoulder.
"Obviously the most important thing is the..." She began.
We stepped on each other as we both filled in the missing word that was uppermost on our minds.
"Lesbianism!" I said.
"Bondage!" She said.
We looked at each other in surprise. Then both burst out laughing.
I hugged her to me as we chortled away.
She is really sweet, isn't she? My friend Mags.
"Seriously... you thought the lesbian acts were the most important thing that just happened?" Mags said wonderingly.
"Didn't you?" I giggled.
"No! Not actually!" She replied. "Listen! Here is what I am thinking. It was tying you up that started it. All I could focus on was... I dunno... 'I'll show her what its like to be tied up!'" She lightly kissed the top of my breast by her cheek almost absently. Clearly she had been pondering something.
Mags kissed my breast! As if it was the most casual thing in the world.
"What triggered you?" I asked trying to follow.
I like the shape of her lips.
She gave a little smile with the corner of those lips. Then she shrugged. Obviously coming to some decision.
"Handcuffs!" She said.
"Beg pardon?"
She poked my belly with a finger.
"Its hard for me to talk about, but just because it's you, Lisa. You know. The woman who just had her face in my crotch?"
I wavered between taking offense and laughing. I giggled. I liked Mags... even if she did tie me up and make me lick her.
"Its handcuffs. I've always had a thing for handcuffs. I had a set as a kid. Got them somewhere. Can't remember where. Maybe one of my brothers had them. Anyway. As a young teen. Just getting womanly. I had friend. One day I just cuffed her. She wandered around for an hour in them. Hands cuffed behind her. We were just hacking around. I let her go. A few days later I did it again. She cuffed me for twenty minutes a week after that. Then her again, a few weeks later. I remember. I had her cuffed then and I started playacting like I was a man who had come to ravish her or something. I grabbed her. Held her close. Bit her neck. Pawed her a bit. We were both giggling and squealing, but also laughing a lot kind of nervously. She had on a skirt and I remember I eventually put my hands under it. I wasn't doing it super consciously, just my hands wandering about as an extension of acting like the ravishing metaphor for some clumsy man. Generally rolling around on her and pawing everything. Then she kept thrashing and I kept humping on her and my hand was down there and after a while she made some noises while I did that. Noises which I didn't understand then. To this day, I am not fully sure what happened, but I always suspected she might have gotten her rocks off at the point. We stopped the cuff thing after that. It took me several years to puzzle it out, but I figured out she had kind of gotten off on wearing the cuffs around too. Following me. Helpless. Then was super embarrassed at what had happened to her after she had an orgasm. I was kind of embarrassed too for about what had gone down too for that matter."
Wow! Mags if really telling me a secret there. Secret life. Secret thoughts. What an honor.
"So, did you really stop there!"
Mags smacked my shoulder playfully.
"Yes! Of course! It was all very innocent. Neither of us really had clue." She looked at me frankly. "We were just playing around. We certainly never did that again. Not sure if she was scared of what happened or what, it just never came up again. Still, it got into my head a bit. Always liked to mess about with bondage after that. Me I mean. The cuffs thing was tangled up in my head by what had happened. My Ex and I tried it some. He was confused by it though. I could never seem to settle on exactly what I wanted to do. Somehow, he got more and more into being tied up himself rather than him tying me. Got into this thing where he wanted to be made totally helpless while I shoved things up his ass. Butt plugs and... well... other things. Then later, he got fixated somehow. Wanted to be dressed up in dresses and lingerie while it happened. I didn't hate it, but it wasn't my thing so he had to ask. The direction it was evolving in was all about the dark spaced inside his head, not mine. Then I walked in on him with a guy from our gym, all dressed up, wearing makeup, tied and clearly playing Mr. Bottom. It's basically why I divorced him."
"Because he was into guys?" I asked.
"Nah! I could have handled that. Bisexuality is OK." She smiled at me consciously and I smacked her shoulder. She went on. "It was just because he was sneaking around doing it. He should have just told me up front! I might have joined them if he had!"
I shrieked out a laugh at the thought.
"Wow! Mags! You are amazing!"
"Thanks, princess. You too!"
"Are you a... well... fully lesbian now or something?" I asked her.
She grinned and laughed.
"Heh! Am I a lesbian? Whose face was planted between whose legs a licking away? The question is... are
you
a lesbian?"
And here it is... the elephant in my own room. Mags gets off on bondage. I licked her.
I tittered. Nervous.
"Not before tonight!" I replied almost heatedly. "Then this woman tied me up and teased my pussy until I came. Now I... I've never done anything like that before. It was never really a top ten thing to do on my list. Until it suddenly... became one."
I looked at her carefully... I think my face was screwed up in worry.
"Hey!" Mags said gently. "Take it easy! They say humans are all basically bisexual. They can enjoy sex with opposite or same sex. No lie here, Lisa. Thank you! It was wonderful what you did. I enjoyed what I did. At the same time, it certainly should be a big deal either. Neither one of us are having a midlife crisis where we dyke up, start wearing leather outfits or something."
She took my hand and held it.
I laughed. Suddenly super conscious that we were both sitting there on her couch together. Nude. Idly I picked up one of her sashes that was lying there by the couch. One of the ones that had been used to tie me.
This was binding my wrists a while ago. I was helpless. Here we are naked.
"Well..." I said. "I feel that tonight you got the better end of the deal... because it was me who was tied up and you who was controlling things between us. I wouldn't want you to think I am... am this... submissive thing who you can dominate. A personal plaything or something."
Where the hell are these words coming from? What am I saying?
Mags looked straight at me. Eyes level. She put a hand on my forearm.
"I don't! Think of you as a plaything I mean. You are right. Fairness... fairness dictates that... I let you tie me up too. Egalitarian. Fairs-fair." She was meeting my eyes evenly.
What? Where did that come from. Me tie her up?
