Early May 1967
Lisa with Kendra: Learning Our Way Together
Yes, our weekend trips both refine and dig deeper into the growing physical aspects of this new phase of our relationship. Hand in hand, Kendra and I will try anything that sounds interesting, some we like and others not so much. We keep the things we both like and toss the rest.
Most importantly, these times together are slowly mortaring stone upon stone into the growing edifice of our relationship. It is a love that is feeling more normal and permanent with every passing milestone. As the months tick by, we've progressed from skeptical strangers, to friends, then tentative lovers. Now, we have ventured into an intimacy that many couples never find and simple words cannot do justice to. This magical connection we have is more the realm of souls where conversations take place without need of words. I guess we both think of it as a joining that is stronger and deeper than flesh and bone. We feel blessed beyond measure and wonder at how it has all unfolded. We now talk of forever, and even though we are young and unsure of what all that means...forever sounds really good to both of us.
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May 1967
Kendra with Lisa: Practice Makes Perfect
"I can't believe this semester is dragging on and on—has time slowed down or something," I complain to Lisa as we both sit on our joined beds and relax after a long day. It's a warm day and enjoying the cool breeze from the water-cooler fan in our bedroom is a perfect place to unwind.
"It's like this every year, I think it gets worse with every semester," Lisa replies.
"It's getting hard to stay focused with so many fun things to do now that summer is so close," I complain some more.
"The best thing to do is remember how much work you've already invested and it all hangs on the final exams. That makes me sit up and pay attention ," Lisa advises.
"Well, that's probably good advice, but it's a real downer."
"Sorry, don't shoot the messenger," Lisa teases back.
"Have you thought anymore about focusing your major over to psychology," I ask.
"Yes, did I forget to tell you? I talked to my advisor and she agrees it would probably be a really good choice for me. She's going to gather up some information I can look at over the summer break. She even suggested maybe a trip up to the University of Texas to speak with an advisor up there. She gave me a name. I've been so busy I haven't thought much more about it. Maybe this summer we should go up and check things out, eh?"
"That sounds wonderful. I don't know much about actual psychology, but I know you'd be good at helping people. I'm really proud of you Lisa."
Later that night laying snuggled in bed I ask her, "How did you know to make me lick you that first time?"
"I'm not really sure I knew anything that first time. I think it was more of just knowing it was what we needed. At least I knew I needed it. We've talked it through a little off and on, but now that it's all settled into place a little better maybe it's time to dig deeper, eh?"
"I'd like that. Like I said before, at first you sort of scared me. You seemed kinda mad, and I couldn't breath when you sat on my face. Then, for some reason I can't explain, it just felt like I should be doing it. I've wondered if it's some deep desire for a man to take me, or something. Not that I desire a man, you know what I mean...just take me and use me, sorta thing," I tell her, trying to put words to such an elusive feeling.
"I had never planned to do that. Being there with you naked, it just felt like we were the first people in the world...all alone, and wild like the animals. This is the part I like to think about. In some twisted way I can't understand fully, you laying there looking so innocent I felt a need to show my sense of care and protection. Like I said, I can't connect the dots of why getting on top of you equates to protecting you...but it does. Does any of that make sense?"
"Actually it does. I'll be honest, I felt kinda humiliated by what I was doing. It seemed like I should be saying no, and yet I didn't want to say no—something stronger wouldn't let me. I guess that means I wanted it deep down. I think I wanted to know you were in control. And now, I know I want it, and I still feel humiliated a lot of the times we're being kinky. But it just feels like that's what I should be doing at the same time. Maybe it's just the taboo of it all. I don't know how to explain it. But just because it's a little different, doesn't mean it's wrong, does it?"
Lisa grasped me hard between my legs in a possessive way, and asked, "Does this feel wrong to you?"
I was momentarily surprised, but just for a second before my arousal kicked in, "No, it feels really good."
Pulling my underwear aside, she pushes a finger in and asks, "How about this?"
"That feels good too," I tell her and feel my legs opening in their own unfiltered response.
"Okay, let's try something different. Roll over on you stomach."
Lisa got up on her knees and said, "Now get up on your knees. Good, now lay you face on the bed and stick you ass up."
I feel my arousal building, not knowing what Lisa is doing I just obey. The first thing is my underpants being slid off my body. I cooperate as she gets them off my legs. Back on my knees and in position, as the seconds tick away I have a growing sense of feeling so vulnerable—of being so exposed like this. Just before I ask what she wants me to do, I feel Lisa's hands spreading my butt cheeks apart.
I hear my own breathing grow heavier as I remain there exposed in a way I have never imagined, much less experienced. No one has ever looked at my butt-hole like this and I feel my embarrassment growing with each passing moment. Then a soft breath blows over me there and I quiver at the amazing new sensation.
"Tell me how you feel—what are you thinking?"
"I feel embarrassed that you're seeing me this way. I feel kind'a confused about what you are going to do. But I also feel really horny and nasty," I reply as honestly as I could.
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course."
