It was so freaking hot I almost called it quits. I usually do not mind a little heat but this was brutal. The heat on the court was making my shoes stick to the surface.We lost the first set 6-4. As Marli and I sat under the sideline tent neither of us spoke it was hard enough just trying to catch our breaths. The girls on the other side of the net didn't look much better. Tennis is one of the things I love to do but summer in south Mississippi is crazy hot. It's the only time it's acceptable to wish for a cat one storm in the gulf.
"Time".
"Shit."' Marli didn't like this shit any better than I did.
"Let's finish this.", she said.
We took to the court and met, briefly discussed strategy, and got in position. Neither of us looked very confident as we patted each others behind.
Marli is five, eleven and is the darkest person I've ever seen. Her ebony skin glistens in the sun as the sweat tracks down her long, toned
legs. It's difficult, at times, to concentrate on the game when I am serving and she is bending forward and her tight ass is swaying back and forth waiting my serve. I have imagined my face in her pussy with those long legs wrapped around my body. But I have a hard and fast rule: do not hit on friends. Ever. Now that I have come out my rule extends to even talking about it.
It did not take Becca and Phoebe long to finish us off. They had more power and the fatigue had ruined our speed. We met at the net, shook hands. I grabbed my gear and headed to the locker room hoping I was first in line for a massage.
I didn't get Janie but Misty wasn't bad. Either could get the knots out it's just i think Jamie is a lesbian or at least bi, and i think she probably thinks i am but she works at the club and I'm a member...so.
Misty placed a towel over my ass as she began to tend to my muscles. It really doesn't matter which of them massages me I get wet and a bit turned on. I always have but now I can admit it to myself. No guilt.
Yes, I told Jeff and eventually our daughter. and his reaction was what I expected, quiet, reflective. He asked questions and I answered each one the best I could. My concern was his embarrassment among his office and his golf buddies. "There's the guy whose wife likes pussy. Hehe" I was afraid it would be a heavy load for him to carry and I felt badly for him. But he had to know.
Now Beth, on the other hand, resented what I had done to her father. She wasn't mad or surprised when i told her i was a lesbian. She got pissed about her father. And I had no excuse. She was right. She didn't speak to me for several days and I moped on the days I didn't hear from her.
I became the "talk" of the tennis club. I was shunned by a couple of older ladies, got the side eye from others but I kept rolling. I was not going to be shamed. But when I moved out of the house things hit a fevered pitch in gossip world.
Shortly after the doubles tournament the "who is she having sex with" chatter ran rampant. I even asked Marli if she still wanted to partner with me and her response was, "Fuck'em baby." Everyone had an idea. In fact, I learned about of couple ladies I didn't previously know. So I changed my schedule enough until I was on the practice court hitting balls when Susie walked onto the court next to mine. She was short and muscular. Not stocky but she definitely works out.
"Hi. I'm Liz."
"Oh girl everyone in the club knows who you are. I'm Susie."
I laughed a bit. "I guess they do."
"You and Marli got your asses handed to you. Y'all should have won."
"Yeah, the heat drained us."
Susie was now bashing balls to the corners. Five to each corner.
"So, you're not in shape?"
"Hey...I didn't say that. Where were you?"
"I didn't play doubles."
"I like doubles."
"That's what they said."
I wanted to tell bitch lesbian to leave me alone so I could practice.
"You've got great form. You have legs. You have the mind. You don't have upper body... strength."
"Yeah?"
"I mean you have a nice upper body... obviously. But I was referring to your arms.
Your first serve is tricky but once the opponent figures it out, you've got no backup. You need to be able to spank an ace in there every now and then."
We spent the afternoon hitting with each other. Susie was correct. Had I her strength with my height I could have a bigger serve.
We became friends...and I don't hit on friends.
I was living in the arts district, smoking pot, drinking tea and occasionally having sex with a young, cute hippy chic barista at Libby Brews. I'm 44 now and just discovering we have a night life. Songwriter and Poet nights, art classes Book clubs (with weed, not my previous book club). I've stayed in my church but have left the other groups and filled that time with serving at the food panty and volunteering at the senior center. Plus I teach free tennis lessons for the area recreation center. It's a total new life for me. Of course the down side is i am the old lady in the neighborhood and yet have the most to learn. Some of these ladies are Beth's age and have been on their own for a while.
Ive decided sex does not make me a lesbian. I do not have to have sex to know I'm a lesbian or live like one. But I sure like to.
After I got home from a run, I smoked a bowl, drank some wine and took a shower. The warm water cascading over me and the effects of the weed and wine got the best of me. My hands went to my nipples and I played with them gently. My pussy could feel the shock it sent through my body and I began rubbing my clit. Easy. One hand on a nipple the other on my button. I closed my eyes and turned my face directly into the rain bird shower head. I took the hand held and aimed It on my pussy and within seconds I was in the midst of a major orgasm. I shook. And moaned. My knees buckled. My nipples looked like rockets!! It was all I could do not to fall as I braced against the wall. I gained my composure and stood up and just let the warm water run over me.
Still a bit horny and wanting to go out for a while, I got dressed in a very loosely fitting top and a short skirt...no shorts underneath just panties. I decided to walk a few blocks to Fabian's cafe to hear Rachel Crowe sing her last set. The crowd had thinned out and I caught Rachel's eye. The next song was the most lesbian of lesbian love songs and she sang it to me. I got a rush. That warm rush that storms through your body and culminates between your legs.
"You have an amazing voice," I said later.
"You are too kind."
"I do like you song selection I'll have to admit."
I looked over my drink. This might be a first. We have never been together. In fact this was the first one on one conversation ever.
