The weather, here in the Pacific Northwest has been beautiful the past several days, allowing my wife, Deb, and me to set on our front porch, watching neighbors walking by. We see the same groups, and sometime overhear their conversations. We are usually reading a book, either the newest Daniel Silva thriller, or another new James Patterson book.
There is a group of three ladies that are discussing their latest book, loud enough we can hear. We hear them talking about "Marcy" which piques our interest. You see we have become huge fans of one MJ Roberts on the literotica site, and Marcy's Playground is an all time favorite.
The second time we hear them discussing this Marcy, Deb asks, quietly, are you girls talking about Marcy's Playground, from literotica? All three of them turned a few shades of red, and nodded in agreement. Smiling, she told them it was an all time favorite of ours. As we were discussing this story, we noticed a younger girl trailing them. One of our neighbors told us she was her daughter, Annie.
As we finished, they walked away, with Annie hanging behind, with her head bowed down. She doubled back, and asked, Deb, my mom says you are a social worker, is that correct? Yes, I am retired, though.
Deb takes over the narration.
Can I talk to you about something personal? Annie asks. Jay, taking a hint gets up and goes into the house. I patted the seat next to me, and Annie sat down, still very quiet. I didn't say a thing, and neither did she. After a few minutes I whispered to her that I was not a mind reader. She softly started to cry and told me her wife of over 15 years left her two weeks ago telling her she fell out of love.
She laid her head on my lap, and I just listened. I didn't realize as she talked, my hand was softly stroking her hair, and she was rubbing my knee, through my thin pants. As we continued talking, her hand started slowly moving up my leg, but I didn't say a thing. Let me tell you that I have never had any sexual contact with another woman. Ever.
She moved around so she was on her back cradled in my left arm. Similar to the position you would hold a nursing child in. Very slowly, her left hand moved from my thigh, up across my tummy, and softly caressed my right breast. I inhaled, sharply, and she dropped her hand, apologizing. Don' t be sorry, I said, its just that I have never done anything like this with another woman, I repeated. Smiling at me, she placed her hand back on my breast, softly, teasing my nipple, and said, can I be your first?
