The moment had arrived -- 8 months in the making. At last Kate could ask the question. Well, at least she was going to ask it. For eight months she had thought about how it was possible to ask the question. Who she should ask the question to. Could she ever ask it? It was a question that would change things forever. At least change things in her relationships, at least within her wider family. If Julie said yes, it could lead to fun, to changed relationships. If Julie said no, then there would be cooling, embarrassment. There would be tension. The consequences wouldn't be good.
Julie wasn't the original person she was going to ask. It was only over the last three weeks that she realised Julie was the one. The one she could at least ask the question to. But now they were side by side on the sofa, a couple of feet apart. Kate was strengthened by a couple of glasses of wine. There was only the two of them. It was time to ask the question.
"Can I kiss you?"
It had been an odd time. Kate was thirty four. She had read somewhere that it was the age when women were most sexually driven, the time when they are most sexually awake -- driven on by the need to have children -- or something like that. She was aware she was sexually charged, and Mike her husband could just about keep up with her, while she used her toys when he was out. But they were in love. Kate was a hot women -- even she knew that. She was well shaped, from working out in the gym. She was the standard 36-24-36. Her face was pretty -- without make-up, when she also tied up her long black hair. With her make-up on and hair down she knew she had a hint of "slut" about her -- Mike loved her wearing make-up.
Mike adored her -- they were in love, and the bonus was she seemed totally uninhibited in bed. There seemed nothing she wouldn't do! Well, she would say she was kinky but not perverted! She was happy to do anal occasionally, but not bodily functions!
Eight months ago things had all changed. Well, not changed -- she had simply added an extra dimension. It had been that strange book.
Kate had been helping at a bazaar. The book stall. She was checking to see what was there and came across the book. "Growing Up" it was called. It looked innocent enough and she was about to put it on the "sale" pile, but there was something about the picture on the front, of two women, looking at each other. There was something about the way they looked at each other.
Kate turned the book over and read the summary. "...the tale of how a neighbour helped nineteen year Helen change from a girl to a woman..." There was something odd about it, and Kate had taken it home and read it.
It was unexpected! The neighbour -- a woman in her mid forties -- had helped Helen. She had seduced her, and Kate marvelled at how exciting the description of the sex between the two women was. Not just exciting, but totally explicit. How the older woman had first seduced Helen, then had taught Helen how to pleasure her! There was simply something about the writing which made it utterly arousing!
The first time Kate had read the seduction she couldn't stop. After reading for two hours she found her panties were sopping wet, and had to go to the bedroom and masturbate to two orgasms, it had been so hot.
In that first month Kate read the seduction scenes several times. Once it would be the description of Helen's pussy, the next how she was taught to use her fingers in the older woman, both pussy and ass. Kate got to reading it with her vibrator deep within her, such that she often couldn't finish the section without cumming.
It was after a few weeks she suddenly thought -- what would it be like, for real, with another woman? She knew she wasn't a lesbian -- she craved Mike's cock. She loved to play with it with her mouth, letting him shoot into her throat. She loved it thrusting into her pussy, pounding her. She loved it -- sometimes -- in her ass. Perhaps when it was the wrong time of the month. But the book had done something -- she wanted to try. She could barely say it -- she wanted to have sex with a woman.
But there were two questions.
Who?
And when you've decided, how do you ask the question? How can you say to someone: "I really want to taste another woman's cunt, and thought yours might be nice!" Kate shocked herself that she would think in those crude terms. She would use those words when making love to Mike -- he liked her to be crude in bed. They weren't words that were ever in her mind outside of her bed. Until now.
Of course there was Mike. She loved him, she adored him. She wouldn't make love with another person because it might ruin her relationship with him. She could dream, but her relationship with Mike would stop her... But there was just a corner in her mind -- what if she asked Mike? She knew men -- the thought of seeing two women doing it... the thought of a wife doing it with another women -- it could be a no-no, but equally it might be his ultimate fantasy. And she thought -- she could only do it if Mike liked it, was happy. She wasn't stupid -- she knew she could, if she wanted, create a way to ask. The thoughts were just a corner of her mind -- for the moment it was just playing with a fantasy of being with another woman.
For the next few weeks the question that whirled through her mind was "Who?"
Could it be Janice from work? Gorgeous boobs. Amazing body. But a gossip. If they did, and Kate thought Janice might, everyone would hear about it -- and Kate didn't want that.
Could it be Toni next door? No -- Toni was too overbearing, as much as she was friendly. Kate didn't want to submit.
Could it be Angie who had been a friend for a long time, but had recently divorced? No -- Angie would become clingy, could threaten Kate's own marriage.
Could it be... It was silly. She seemed to look at every woman she knew as a potential sex partner. At work. Socially. One evening when Mike was away she sat at her computer and typed a list of all the women she knew, and what she liked about them, and what she didn't. Some she had photos of and put them in the spread sheet she had created. A lot she wanted. Some -- perhaps who had been nasty to her, or she didn't like, or perhaps wasn't the sort of appearance she found attractive.
In the end the problem was -- yes, there were a lot who she would do it with, but how do you ask someone? At work it could be called sexual harassment. It could lead to friends dumping you in a blink of an eye. There was so much risk in asking the question.
For three or four months she seemed obsessed. She read online "textbooks" about gay sex. She watched porn films of women making love. She read stories on the web of women. Some seemed ludicrous. Some interesting. Some exciting, leaving her grabbing her toys. But as much as she watched, and what she watched confirmed she wanted to, in the end it was always the question -- how do you ask the question "Can I have sex with you?" Especially to another woman.
One Sunday morning Mike was naked on his back, with Kate sat on top of him, his cock buried deep in her pussy. He had been gently thrusting upwards into her, something he enjoyed doing, and Kate enjoyed as well.
Kate sat down hard on him, leaving him trapped in her, but unable to thrust upwards. He looked up to her, wondering what she was going to do.
