This is the fifth part in my story series "The Emancipation of Genie Bright".
In the last part, Sheena took Genie to a "meet-up" in which Genie experienced the most intense day of sex in her life with a group of swingers as well as making a strong connection with a new person. In this part, Genie discovers herself more closely and a text message leads to a new and mutually satisfying experience.
Thank you for reading. Comments are welcome.
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The night with the swingers - the "meet-up" - was a real eye-opener for Genie.
Yes, it was deeply sexual, taking Genie to places she'd never been. It allowed her to witness, first-hand, real sexual activity right in front of her and participate in it. Sheena had certainly led her into a sexual arena with freedoms she'd never known before.
Yet, there were three things that stuck with Genie in the couple of weeks afterwards.
Firstly, the back story to the meet-up.
Genie had related to Sheena the realities that she'd learned from Rachel. Sheena hadn't realised what had been going on. Why should she? She came along every so often to get involved with a few hours of sex and swinging. It had taken Genie and Rachel bonding to reveal the truth.
Sheena had also been perturbed to understand how Rachel had felt about Sheena joining the group and how Rachel had gradually felt excluded again once Sheena got involved with the men. As a result, Sheena had decided that she would not automatically say "yes" should the invitation to another "meet-up" come along.
Second, whether there was an "us" thing going on with Sheena.
Since the "meet-up", Genie had been very thoughtful about how affected Sheena had been about missing Genie while they were at the "meet-up". Genie had kept her promise and, although they didn't share a bed every night, they would do on a regular basis each week, which Genie was very happy about.
Lastly, Rachel.
Genie would occasionally daydream about Rachel. She surprised herself at how her feelings towards Rachel had been intensified, and clarified, by their clinch on the Sunday morning and, also, how she still felt about her. Sometimes, in those daydreams, she envisioned what a relationship with Rachel might look like.
Sheena was still, despite the vulnerability she displayed, resolutely single. Anyway, Rachel was married. So, it was very unlikely that Genie would fall into another monogamous relationship, albeit a same-sex one. Neither person she had shared intimacy with was a candidate and, anyway, "I love being single if it's like this. I don't need the ties." she mused to herself, and drew a line under her thoughts.
Saturday morning and she lay in bed on her own, which had become more unusual for a weekend morning in the last couple of months as Sheena would often be next to her. She pulled back the big puffy duvet. A hot mug of sugary tea was on the agenda wrapped in it, but that meant making it herself.
As she passed the open wardrobe door, Genie caught sight of her form in the full-length mirror that she used every day. She stood for a moment, smiled and quietly admired herself as she surveyed her nudity.
She'd never been so content in her body and quietly enjoyed how both Sheena and Rachel seemed to enjoy it too. Sheena, in particular, adored Genie in a braless state, to the extent of rendering her topless in the comfort of her living room on a regular basis to pay her breasts attention. Just thinking about it now turned Genie on a little. Thoughtful intimacy from someone without having to instigate herself was still quite a new concept. Sheena gave her that every time.
Genie reached for her hair clip that was on the edge of the wardrobe door and popped it into her hair, lifting her fringe back. She tousled her hair around. It was getting longer, her curls now heavily cascading onto her shoulders.
She moved from playing with her hair to playfully cupping her breasts. "I really wouldn't mind a nice hard cock right now" was her initial thought. She'd had a good time getting it from Paul, Rachel's husband, at the "meet-up" but that had become a bit tarnished after what Rachel told her the following morning.
Since embracing her "novice lesbian" persona, she'd had no need for her drawer of sex toys. She'd gained so much from Sheena. It had reinvigorated her view of herself, as well as realising how much intimacy with another woman could be so deeply exciting. But, just this very morning, the thought of feeling something pleasing slide into her vagina was quite entertaining.
Genie continued to stare at her reflected image and her thoughts started to whirr around her brain. She looked at the mirror and the bed. She had a free day. No-one was expecting her to be anywhere.
So, an erotic, carnal thought started to germinate.
Firstly, she went to the recently neglected draw by her bed and opened it. The various objects of pleasure were there, including "The Rumbler", the toy that used to satisfy her when her last boyfriend couldn't, but only when its batteries were on their last legs. The underpowered slower vibration sending her into a pre-orgasmic state every time.
Genie smiled to herself as she sat down and examined them, switching them on and off. The second one she tried, a vibrator that looked like a silver missile, was ideal because the batteries were running low.
That meant...an outing for "The Rumbler". Her plan was clearly forming in her head. Enthusiastically, she undid both toys and slipped the batteries from the silver bullet into her favourite. A quick test confirmed it was just right, despite having been neglected for a good while. The electric whirr of the motor reassuring her that it would do its job.
Now for the other part of her intended erotic adventure.
Her full length mirror, that she regularly stood in front of while dressing herself, was on the inside of the door of her wardrobe, at the end of her bed. Very rarely was it ever closed but only really needed to be open for standing.
She looked and mused. "Can I get the door so I can watch myself? While I...play with myself?" Her rucksack for work, which usually sat on the floor by her bedroom door, was just right. Genie picked it up and pushed the wardrobe door back and propped it up so the mirror was pointing towards the bed.
It occurred to Genie that she'd never really, even in her most aroused moments, wondered what her pussy looked like when she was turned on. One or two previous partners had seen it, Sheena definitely had, on a number of occasions, but, apart from checking herself for health reasons, Genie had never seen her parts in that way.
As she made adjustments, Genie's thoughts were starting to race. "Why have I never done this before? Shit, what a great idea!". "I wonder if I can see it properly." "What will it look like?"
"The Rumbler" was on the bed. Genie leaned over her bed to check the angle. Close enough to the centre. "Fabulous...now let's see what I can see."
Genie got on her bed. Not too far back, just enough so her legs dangled over the end of it. She looked at herself. She loved her breasts. She wasn't concerned that, sitting on the bed, there was a little tummy roll but nothing significant but, below, she could see her dark bush.
Genie parted her legs wide. "do-it-yourself porn film" she said to herself, smiling. Genie was no fool. Her mobile phone was not about to be employed for sexy selfies. She'd heard too many stories from friends of things they'd wished they'd not done to enter into that arena, even for her own, or Sheena's, entertainment.
However, her lovely puffy duvet kept getting in the way, obscuring her view of anything except the top edge of her bush unless he pushed it down. She stood up and whipped it away. The firm mattress provided a much better place to sit and observe.
"I love how I look." Genie stared at herself, bum perched on the edge of her mattress, but leaning back on one arm, affording her an unhindered view of her vulva. She enjoyed how her corkscrew curly hair sat heavily on her shoulders. How her areola were perfect mini-cupcake sized circles with her nipples, quite erect from responding to how this was making her feel, seeing herself in an alluring, erotic way.
Genie had not long been to her local beauty parlour and had her first professional wax. Sheena hadn't commented but Genie had felt she wanted her pubic area to feel tidier, having only taken care of it herself over the previous few years because, frankly, no one had put their face anywhere near it until Sheena started exploring her.
She looked, and was deeply pleased, by seeing herself fully exposed. Her carefully curated pubic hair, now with clear edges to reasonably be within her panty line, formed a neat dark brown inverted triangle type shape, each side swooping down between her thighs and along her vulva, finishing neatly at the rear of her slit.
With one hand supporting her from behind, the other cupped her breast. She watched herself, her hand feeling how her perfect roundness sat in it, her fingers reaching for her nipple, catching it between two fingertips, teasing it gently. It was firm. She licked two fingers and tingled slightly as the saliva on her fingertips allowed her to squeeze and tweak and massage her nipple softly.
Watching herself, she sensed the feeling she'd only really recently discovered as the beginnings of arousal appeared. Because her moments with Sheena were slow and gentle in how they built, she had begun to understand that her nipples to begin to tingle, along with a slight "zingy" feeling in her spine and an awareness of her more prominent heartbeat as she was being turned on, regularly followed by her vulva becoming moist.
When she'd watched porn though, and a woman pleasing herself, it all seemed to quickly become exaggerated movements and lots of rubbing, squeezing, "ooh's" and "aah's".
Genie knew she wanted to experience the joy of the opposite of that. Watching herself even teasing her nipple, the pose of her body with her full body on display, was making her heart begin to race.
