Shared Confessions

Laura returned home that Sunday evening, exhausted and as satisfied and happy as she could remember. She was even too tired to eat. She stripped off her clothes -- again no panties, as they were unwearable after their evening escapades, so she'd left them at Jakes. She mused that most women would leave a toothbrush at their partner's house, not cum-soaked panties. "Partner? Interesting choice of words," she thought, as she climbed into bed and fell asleep without even a thought of her nightly masturbation.

The next day they spoke on the phone, and the following evening, he came over to her apartment after work for dinner. She wanted them to get to know more about each other better, and also to figure out what this was between them. She couldn't imagine a more unusual start to a relationship, if that's what this was. She'd looked into his eyes and seen something. She'd tried to show him that she would do anything to please him, and it seemed to her that he felt the same.

Jake arrived, looking and smelling amazing, she thought. She hadn't dressed up, wearing just jeans and a nice t-shirt, as she didn't think they'd be able to keep their hands off each other if she'd worn anything more flattering. It was all she could do to keep her hands off him as it was. She'd already noticed how his cock filled the front of his jeans nicely. "Stop it, Laura. Enough! For now, at least," she thought. She poured them some wine, and they talked about their day. It was nice. It felt comfortable and familiar.

"Jake, can we talk about what this is between us? Nothing too heavy, but we've done some amazing things, things I never dreamed of," she said, adding with a smile, "And I've dreamed of a lot."

"Totally agree," he replied, "I can start if you like?" She nodded in reply.

"Laura, I can't say where this is going. But I can say that I've never met a woman like you before. We seem to get along so well and I love your company, but our sex life is totally off the scale. I've been single for a while now, because I pretty much gave up looking for someone who I felt would understand me, and who would enjoy the kind of things I enjoy." He paused to collect his thoughts, then continued, "I like, no, I need, adventure in my sex life -- a lot of it to be honest. It's the way I feel close to my partner. I mean, anyone can have missionary sex for three minutes then roll over and go to sleep, but what we've done together in just 4 days has been so much more intimate and connected -- and we've not even fucked yet! I feel closer to you in that time that with others that I've dated for months. I clearly enjoyed your first visit to my garden, but the second gave me hope that there may be another out there, similar to myself." At that he paused for a sip of wine, smiled, and looked into her eyes.

She returned his smile with a little moisture in her eyes and continued the conversation saying, "So Jake, I've always felt different from other women. My sex drive is off the scale compared to anyone I know. I think it's put men off, and I fear one day it's going to get me in trouble. The 3-minute missionary sex you described is also my idea of hell, and so meeting you has opened my eyes to a future where I don't have to hide my sexuality from my partner." Laura explained.

"Do you have any idea why your sex drive is so high Laura?" Jake enquired.

"It's hard to say, but I read 'Henry and June' when very young and it made a huge impression on me, really changed me, and awakened my curiosity. I've tried counselling to help manage my sex drive, but that felt more like repression than resolution. Anything even vaguely sexual attracts my attention. I feel horny much of the time, and I have to make myself cum multiple times a day just to keep focus on the rest of my life. When peeing in your garden, the relief felt almost sexual. Warm air on my butt or pussy -- sexual. Slipping my stockings on -- sexual. Hot showers -- sexual. That's why I'm wearing casual clothes tonight. I wanted to dress nicely for you, but I couldn't trust myself with anything more... um, provocative."

She continued, "And what about you Jake, what makes you what you are?"

"Also, I'm not entirely sure, but one event really stands out. I remember staying over at a friend's house for a week when I was quite young. On the first night, I heard a noise and walked down the hall where his parents' bedroom door was ajar, and the light was on. It was the first time I'd seen a naked man and woman together, and I watched them for ages as they had all sorts of sex in all sorts of positions. I was fascinated until, suddenly, they paused, and looked towards the door where I was standing. The woman picked up her panties and walked to the door. I froze, knowing she must have realised I was there, but instead of shutting the door or saying anything, she just dropped her panties in the crack of the door."

Jake paused for a moment then continued, "Relieved, I watched as she returned to her husband, whispered something to him, and then resumed their fucking. I picked up her panties, wet from her pussy put them to my face with one hand as the other opened my fly to release my erect cock. I jerked off watching them until he noisily came inside her, and I came in her panties at the same time -- my first proper orgasm. Most nights after that I would wander down the hallway, she would bring me that days panties and I would watch them together, often for an hour or more. I was very sad to have go back to my parent's house! I know the woman was trying to help, but sharing her panties with me and allowing me to watch, really forged my sexual preferences. Also I learned a great deal about sex from watching those sessions, but I found that early girlfriends mostly just wanted missionary style, and not the more adventurous activities I had observed. So I learned to suppress rather than explore that side of me."

He came over to Laura, and they hugged each other tightly. She pressed her head into his chest and said, "I guess we're both a bit fucked up, but perhaps together that can be a good thing?" she enquired -- half joke, half serious.

"Definitely a good thing, Laura," he replied, beaming.