In my earlier story 'Susan Comes Out' I told the story of two friends of mine and how Susan first met Bell. Susan was young and on the street, when she met Bell. Although I was aware that Bell also had a past which had made her lesbian lifestyle difficult, I did not discuss it in Susan Comes Out.
Where Susan Comes Out was based on a true story Bell is pure fiction. Enjoy.
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CHAPTER ONE
BELL MEETS CHARLIE
My parents being very wealthy owning a national chain of wine bars several office blocks one which includes an antique book and fine arts shop. With eight large properties which grow canola and wheat plus two cattle and sheep properties, my future was already mapped out for me.
Due to this fabulous wealth, I was a pampered only child who didn't need to ask for anything and yet I had a life filled with uncertainty. My real problems commenced when I was in year five at school. You see unlike my friends, I had a preference to only play with the girls in my year which my parents explained as my being a late developer. On entering secondary school, I found that this preference to be with the girls in my year was even stronger. When my friends commenced going around with boys I hung back. Once in year Ten, I was always one of the last to take a shower after sport ... this was due to my wanting to compare my friends' breasts against mine which although quite well developed were much smaller than with the others in my year.
It wasn't until in year twelve when I was celebrating my eighteenth birthday during the big party my adoring parents had hosted when I learned that I was probably a lesbian. Riley, the daughter of my parents' greatest friends cornered me as I came from the bathroom. Holding me against the wall she kissed me before telling me that she had noticed I was more into girls than boys. When I tried to answer she kissed me again this time slipping her tongue between my teeth as a hand lifted my skirt her fingers grazing across my wet pussy. When I moaned and stopped struggling, she stood back smiling knowingly.
"Interesting: I told you so."
I relived this incident for many weeks while lying in my bed.
It may seem that my learning that I was lesbian would have solved all my fears about being different but unfortunately, this was not the case. Socially I have always been shy and withdrawn and yet four years later once I had been awarded my degree in business management, I was seen to be strong and a natural leader. Yet on meeting very beautiful women who were either bi or lesbian I immediately felt the nervous tensions begin to take over.
During university I hung out with the gay and lesbian fraternity and this way would meet a woman who was horny and looking for someone to fuck for the night. My longest affair was three nights just before graduating. She was a Vietnamese girl in her first year who met me in the library ... she was horny, and I was submissive and available.
After graduating my proud parents made me the general manager of a small antique book and fine arts business. The only thing that concerned them was that as, yet I had not found a partner: they had known of my being lesbian since just after I commenced university. So, in their typical way my parents through a huge party to celebrate my joining the family company. As usual, I was my shy reserved self desperately trying to keep out of the limelight which of course was almost impossible. It was just after all the speeches that a woman whom I had never seen before approached me.
About my age, she was dressed in a long form-fitting silk gown which seemed to be highlighted by her deep brown hair that hung almost to her waist. With grey eyes, small breasts and broad hips she was incredibly beautiful. As usual, I began to excuse myself yet hesitating when her hand took mine begging me not to go.
She introduced herself as Charmaine telling me to call her Charlie because all her special friends called her by that name. Not wishing to cause a scene I was trapped so allowed her to lead me to an empty table where we sat and began talking. When I asked her how she came to be at the party she smiled indicating an older woman not far from us.
"You see that woman with the mink? Currently, she is my partner. I have been with her since I turned twenty, but I am getting bored ... she's just celebrated her fiftieth birthday and I want someone closer to my age. Don't get me wrong because in bed she is the perfect lover and has taught me all I know."
When Charlie said this, I felt her hand slip round my shoulders and a small suggestive smile form on her lips which told me that she regarded me as her next partner. As always, I knew I was taken and as usually accepted my fate. We talked for a long time only pausing to refill our glasses and slowly I was drawn into Charlie's web.
As we talked, I would feel her lips on my neck, or her hands slip across my breasts or lay across the base of my back. It was close to one when her lover approached indicating it was time to leave. Getting up Charlie hugged me pressing her card into my hand saying she knew where she could find me.
It was the following week when my secretary told me that there was a woman asking for me and when I asked to have her shown through to the office, she gave me Charlies card. Being a quiet day, I allowed her to take me to lunch knowing that it would be useless to refuse her.
During lunch, she explained that her lover was attending a conference in New York and would be away for ten days and when I didn't reply she placed her hand on my thigh telling me that she was going to desert her for me. I made a few half-hearted comments that maybe it would be better not to rush things, but Charlie like a tsunami just swept over me.
That evening she moved most of her clothes and belongings into my small harborside cottage which I had bought just before completing university. It had been a cottage in the grounds of a much larger home which was burned to the ground four years ago. I bought it once the estate had been cleared up for sale.
We sat on the veranda looking out over the water with a lovely shiraz and talked. Although to be correct Charlie talked while I sat feeling uncomfortable. I don't know how long we had been there when I felt her lips on mine but this time it was no chaste peck. Charlie didn't waste time first it was her tongue on mine as she undid the buttons of my blouse murmuring with pleasure when she saw my naked breasts.
My breasts are extremely sensitive and when Charlie began to flick her tongue across my nipples, I was in heaven ... exploding into small goosebumps feeling the rush of moist heat on my pussy. Looking into my eyes she smiled triumphantly when moaning I raised my bottom to make it easier to remove my shorts.
Once she had me naked Charlie's seduction slowed as I felt her lips return to my lips and neck her fingers softly squeezing my breast and nipple. Gasping my need I felt her tongue glide up to my ear and probing deep I moaned once more feeling another moist rush on my pussy.
As her tongue danced across my swollen sensitive nipple I felt my legs open wider allowing Charlies probing hand access to my weeping pussy. Although I had been taken by many women since my eighteenth birthday what Charlie was doing felt so different. In no time she had me gasping her name as her tongue performed wild magic on my titties. She just continued licking my nipples as my pussy became a wet pulsing mess ... it was amazing, and I was in heaven.
Holding my breath, I felt her slide down my stomach her tongue trailing slowly across my silken skin onto my wet pussy. I cried out when her tongue grazed across my throbbing clit lifting on my shoulders my hands gripping the cushions on the sun lounge.
'Yess, yess Charlie ... Charlie ... Charlie pleassssssssse ... Charlie, I'm cuming ... oh fuck, I've cum.'
With the last rhythmic wave of my crisis, I slid back into the lounge closing my eyes and sleeping. I don't know how long I slept or even what time I had gone to bed but when I awoke the sun was well up and I could hear Charlie in the kitchen.
After a refreshing shower, I made my way to the delicious sound of sizzling bacon while eggs were slowly poaching. Charlie turned smiling as I walked up to her kissing her pouting lips.
'Oh, my love my Charlie what happened last night? I have never experienced anything like that before and never have I found my evenings' lover hear the following morning.'
'I told you when you let me into the house that I was going to be here for many years to come. Bell your new life has commenced. I am here to love you care for you and be your minder and only lover so may I suggest you assist me to dish up the breakfast.'
And so, this was the start of my first true relationship. I would leave early on the weekday mornings to my work in the bookshop while Charlie cleared up before going to her work as a paralegal for a large inner-city law firm. At first, life was idyllic where we would get home and after eating a light evening meal make love until around one in the morning.
The sex with Charlie was like nothing I had ever experienced before and yet I slowly got the feeling that as a lifelong relationship there was something missing. Not that we had any disagreements or anything like that, but I began to feel that Charlie could not be trusted. She had become distant and I was sure she never told me everything.
