Part 3b: Jenny's Story
"Oh Kate! Oh God! Oh God!" I whimpered as I writhed in frantic ecstasy. "Oh baby, please let me come! Please! I can't take this anymore!" I begged as my fingers clawed at my restraints and my back arched. Kate smiled as she expertly glided her tongue gently over my throbbing clit and maneuvered the twelve inch jet-black vibrator in my vagina in a way that prolonged my build-up until it became almost unbearable. The sexy redhead had me nearly senseless with bliss as I trembled and shook, my full breasts bouncing as I thrashed on the bed. My words soon dissolved into a breathless babble of ecstatic squeals and moans. At the perfect moment, Kate twisted the humming phallus ever so slightly and sucked my engorged clit just so and brought me to a rapid series of mind-blowing orgasms that left me senseless and shrieking. I fainted as the last climax took me, but soon awoke to her gentle caresses.
"There, there, baby." Kate whispered soothingly, as she unfastened the leather restraints from around my wrists and gathered my trembling and sweat soaked body into her arms. "Your bad girl always gives you what you deserve."
Kate kissed me tenderly, teasing my mouth with her lips and the tip of her tongue. I slowly began to kiss back as my senses returned. She placed one soft hand on my face, gazed at me with her beautiful emerald eyes and parted her lips to speak.
"Jenny." She whispered. "Are you going to eat that?"
"What?" I mumbled.
"Hello! Earth to Jenny!" Amy said playfully, as she sat down next to me in the break room. "Are you going to eat that cookie, or just keep staring into space with that dopey grin plastered all over your face? What's gotten into you girl?" She said with a smile. "You've been a dreamy Debby all week."
Amy was a plump and cheerful blonde dental assistant at the practice where I worked as a secretary. We had hit it off well and had become good workplace friends. She was easy to talk to, and I had confided in her about my sexual frustrations with Tom some weeks ago. She was the mother of three children and had gone through the post-natal blues before, and she had advised me to just be patient. I was sitting at the break room table at work with a soda, half eaten sandwich and a cookie in front of me. I slid the cookie to Amy, smiling.
"What's gotten into me?" I said with a grin, as I blushed. "Umm, my husband."
"I knew it!" She squealed, as she gave me a hug.
"I told you it would all work out." Amy said, as she picked up the cookie. "It was just a matter of time. No man could keep his hands off a foxy lady like you forever." She said with a wink as she headed back to work.
I smiled. That of course wasn't the whole truth, but I was getting used to living with half-truths. As I cleaned up the table and walked back to my desk I wondered how shocked Amy would have been if I had told her the other, and main, reason for my newfound cheerfulness -- I was having a passionate lesbian affair with a sexy young redheaded high school student!
Although I was very happy that Tom and I were having sex again, I thrilled at the memory of my weekend with Kate, and longed for our next meeting. I couldn't keep from thinking about her, and would often catch myself staring dreamily into space while fantasizing about kissing her soft lips, caressing her firm, pale breasts, sucking on her stiff pink nipples and most of all, tasting her young pussy. A week ago such thoughts would have shocked and disgusted me, but now they seemed as natural to me as breathing. I was desperately trying to think of an excuse to call her and arrange another rendezvous, even if it was just for a few minutes of sex in the back of my car. Yeah, I had it bad.
It was Friday, June 27th, almost a week since I met first met Kate when she rescued me from my overheated car on a scorching Arizona summer day. It was a busy day at the dental office, and time passed quickly as I checked patients in and made reminder calls when I had the time. I left the office and headed home at 5:00 stopping at a Basha's on the way to pick up groceries. Just off Grand Avenue I passed the Wonderland Adult store, a windowless building sitting in an unkempt lot next to a Kentucky Fried Chicken. The temptation to visit it had been growing daily, and I resolved to pluck up the courage next week and get something special for my next rendezvous with Kate. My fantasies have taken a turn for the kinky lately, probably because I now openly helped myself to Tom's stash of hard-core porn magazines. I was becoming curious about sex toys, and wondered if Kate was into them or would be willing to experiment.
Over the last few days I have been slowly trying to come to terms with my feelings for Kate, and what those feelings meant with regard to my sexuality. I was sure I wasn't a lesbian, because I still felt a physical attraction to men and enjoyed sex with my husband. I guessed I must be bisexual, but I didn't feel any new appreciation for the female form, apart from in pornography. I didn't find myself stealing peeks at other women, or having lustful thoughts or dreams about them. Only Kate. She filled my mind constantly, waking and dreaming. Was it possible, I wondered, for one's sexuality to be defined by an individual rather than a sex? Was I a "Kate-o-sexual," for lack of a better word? Was I... was I falling in love with her? Was this all part of some strange post-natal phase, or was this a permanent change in me? I suppose in a way what I wanted most of this strange, exciting new relationship was answers to these questions.
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I arrived home and hour before Tom was due back and had a chance to catch up with mom, who was looking after my infant son, Max. She and dad were excited because they were going on a cruise to Alaska in late August with some other retired couples from Sun City. She too noticed the change in my disposition lately and commented that I seemed much happier. I told her that Tom and I had worked out some "marital issues" and all was well. She beamed at me and gave me a hug before heading back to Sun City. Max was sleeping so I drew a relaxing hot bath and soaked as I fantasized about making love to Kate. I fingered myself to orgasm twice in the bubbly hot water.
Tom got home late, having been stuck at the office doing paperwork. He was tired, and I fixed him a glass of scotch and gave him a back rub while we watched TV as dinner cooked. He told me that a couple from work had asked us to dinner. The Schultz's wanted to get together next Thursday, the day before Independence Day, for dinner at their place over by North Mountain Park. Sensing an opportunity I told Tom that my parents needed a break from Max, and suggested that we hire Kate to baby-sit. It so happened that I had that Thursday off work, and I was desperately hoping that I could spend the day with Kate before she was needed as a sitter.
Tom agreed, and was quite looking forward to meeting my rescuer and new friend. I had followed Kate's advice and given Tom the G rated version of our meeting, telling him only that she rescued me from my overheated car, gave me a ride home and stayed with me for a few hours because I was feeling ill.
I went into the kitchen to call Kate with the news, but she wasn't home. I spoke with her mother, which was very weird considering the things I had done with her young daughter only days ago. She seemed like a very pleasant woman and told me that Kate was out with her boyfriend Mark on a date tonight, and that she would pass the message on to one of the boys at Mark's place. I returned to the kitchen and prepare dinner as I fantasized about spending Thursday with Kate.
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Saturday came and Tom and I began our weekend routine. Tom mowed the lawn and cleaned the pool in the early afternoon before it got too hot outside, while I did laundry, dishes, vacuumed the floor and looked after Max. At about 11:00, Tom came into the kitchen, sweating after skimming the leaves out of the pool. I handed him a glass of lemonade and turned to fix one for myself when the phone rang. A jolt of excitement hit me as I wondered if it was Kate. Tom picked up the receiver and held it to his ear as he wiped a rivulet of sweat from his forehead with a dishtowel.
"Swenson residence, can I help you?" Tom said.
"May I ask who is calling?" He asked.
"Oh, Kate! Jenny's told me all about you. I'm Tom, Jenny's husband. Hey, thanks so much for helping her out last week, I really appreciate it." Tom said.
"Tom, is that Kate?" I asked, excitedly. "Let me talk to her."
