Part 2b: Jenny's Story
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Getting my Chevy Nova running again was an embarrassingly simple task. While mom stated home with Max, dad and I drove down 51st Avenue with 2 gallons of water and found my car where I left it this afternoon. Dad filled the radiator and reminded me to stop by a garage on Monday to have it looked at. We were home by 8:45. I hugged them goodbye, and thank them again for helping me out. After they left and headed back to Sun City, I fed Max and put him to bed, then sat at the bar Picking at a tuna salad with one eye on the telephone.
Before long I was nervously pacing, and looking at the clock in the kitchen. It was only 9:30. I wondered if it Kate would call tonight. I hoped that she would, because I desperately wanted to clear the air between us. I needed to apologize for the way I rushed her out of the house this afternoon when I panicked in the aftermath of my first lesbian encounter. After what we had experienced together, I owed her much more than that. I needed to know what she was thinking, what she made of the days events. I longed to know what she was feeling, and if she was as confused and anguished as I was.
My emotions were in turmoil. I still couldn't believe what happened today. After a disastrous start to my day I met Kate, a beautiful and vivacious young woman, who gave me a lift home when my car overheated. In a few short hours she completely changed my life. Prior to this afternoon I had never even thought about having sex with another woman. (Well, that's not entirely true I suppose since I had recently become somewhat fascinated with the lesbian porno pictures I found in my husband's hidden stash -- but that surely was just curiosity brought about by sexual frustration.) At any rate I consider myself to be completely straight, and faithful to my husband to boot, which is probably why I decided to accept Kate's rather shocking, but practical, suggestion for dealing with my breast engorgement problem. I was in such pain, and I so dreaded hospital visit with all that that entailed, the idea of letting a young woman I had just met nurse at my breasts, as crazy as it sounds now, seemed like a good idea. Sure, it was weird, but Kate and I were both straight and I was sure we could keep the procedure clinical.
Was I ever wrong! We both completely lost control and wound up spending most of the afternoon making passionate love to each other. I still don't understand what happened, but I was suddenly overcome with desire and lust for the pretty young redhead, and she for me. I did... things to her that still shocked me to even think about. Things I had only seen in Tom's dirty magazines. Things I desperately wanted to do again.
"What the hell was I thinking?!" I thought to myself. "I'm a married woman with a young baby!"
But I just couldn't get the images out of my mind. Holding her cute freckled face in my hands as I kissed her soft lips. The feeling of our breasts pressed together. The smell of her skin, her hair and her breath. The sensation of taking her breast into my mouth and teasing her nipples with my tongue. The sweet musky smell of her sex as I parted her thighs and ran my tongue..."
"Oh my God, what's happening to me!" I cried as I clutched my head while I paced.
I felt like I was going crazy, but one thing was certain; despite my misgivings and moral qualms, I desperately wanted to see her again. There was no getting around that. I sat down on the couch and took a few deep breaths to clear my head. This may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to indulge in fantasies I didn't even know that I had. For better or worse, I just couldn't let it slip by and spend the rest of my life wondering "what if?" Besides, I had already tasted the forbidden fruit -- why stop now!
I went into my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked a mess, and it occurred to me that I hadn't exactly look my best all day. When Kate first met me I had been crying, which always made my eyes look puffy, not to mention what it did to my mascara and eyeliner. I smiled as I recalled that it didn't seem to make any difference to her this afternoon. My vanity got the better of me and I resolved that the next time she saw me I would be more presentable. I stripped out of my dingy T-shirts and sweatpants, freed my hair from its ponytail and looked at my reflection.
I thought back to this afternoon, the way Kate looked at me with such desire. She made me feel sexy, and not in the superficial way that leering glances from men did. It's hard to explain, but Kate made me feel deeply and profoundly attractive. I looked at my reflection with new eyes as I combed my long strawberry blond hair. I admired the shape of my 36 DDD breasts, with their large pink areolas and prominent nipples. I straightened my back and stood up to my full 5'8" height, turning this way and that. I drew my long hair over my shoulders. I cupped my breasts in my hands as I turned to view myself in profile. For once, I was smiling at my reflection instead of frowning. Kate made me see myself as beautiful and desirable in a way that no one else ever had before.
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I tried watching television in the den, but I was too restless. I looked at the clock in the kitchen, which read 9:42. On a sudden impulse I took a flashlight out of the kitchen drawer and went outside to the storage room by the carport, and open the file drawer that held my husband's secret stash of porno magazines. I grabbed a couple of copies of "Letters to Penthouse," which were supposedly true erotic stories sent in by readers. I brought them inside with me and took him to the bedroom. I started scanning through the stories for any about lesbian or bisexual encounters. There were a few, and although they were wildly improbable, they were very erotic and their detailed descriptions of various sex acts gave me ideas.
After reading about half a dozen, I was so worked up I had to stop and pleasure myself. I leaned back against the pillows and fondled my breasts, pinching and teasing my nipples all the while imagining it was Kate's warm hands that were on me. I slipped my fingers down into my panties and found that I was incredibly wet. I stroked my pussy and rubbed my clit, imagining that it was Kate's hot tongue that was driving me to orgasm. I close my eyes and try to recall every last detail of her face as I began to softly whimper and moan as the tingling in my pussy started to spread throughout my body. As my climax rushed towards me, I increased the tempo of my masturbation and began panting, calling out Kate's name as the peak hit me. Just hearing myself say her name seemed to prolong my orgasm. I shuddered and collapsed back into the pillows, my breath slowly returning to normal as I closed my eyes and imagined Kate, her face glistening with my sex, nibbling her way up my body to give me a long wet kiss.
My reverie was broken suddenly by the sound of a ringing phone. My heart in my throat, I jumped out of bed and raced for the kitchen. I snatched the phone from the wall and held it to my ear.
"Hello?" I said breathlessly.
"It's me, Kate." A familiar voice blurted nervously. "I hope I didn't wake you."
I let out a long sigh of relief as my hopes were realized.
"Oh Kate! I was hoping it was you!" I said. "It's so good to hear your voice."
"It's good to hear your voice too Jenny." Kate whispered.
"Kate, I am so sorry about the way I treated you this evening." I said, my voice wracked with guilt. "I was horrible to you -- and after you had been such an angel to me. I don't know what came over me! I was confused and freaked out and I panicked. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." I said softly.
"Jenny it's okay, I understand." Kate said softly.
"What happened this afternoon!?" I asked, my voice straining under the weight of emotion. "Before today I had never even thought about...sex with a woman. But suddenly, out of nowhere I was just overwhelmed with...lust and desire for you. Where did that come from? What does it mean? It's like I don't even know who I am anymore!" I felt my emotions starting to overwhelm me so I took a deep breath, and sighed, "Oh, it's just all so confusing."
"Jenny, can I ask you a personal question?" Kate asked after a short pause.
"Yes." I whispered.
"When was the last time you had sex with your husband?" She asked softly.
"Ouch." I thought. "Was it that obvious?"
"It's been a long time." I said sadly.
"Long as in nine months plus Max's age?" Kate asked.
