She knew there was something different about how she felt about other women. She had been married...had her fair share of men before, during and after...
She was always intrigued by the fact that it was not the site of naked men that turned her on...it was women. She certainly enjoyed sex with men...especially cock sucking. But there was always a certain something missing. No matter how good he was...he never seemed to be able to get her quite where she wanted to be.
She knew that somehow she would reach this place she had been seeking and it became increasingly obvious that she would find it with the help of another woman. He didn't seem to want her to be a party to a threesome where she could perhaps investigate safely...he had only ever fantasised to her about seeing her with another man, his cock in her mouth whilst she was being fucked from behind.
She had suggested once that she thought the idea of being eaten out by a woman while she sucked his cock would be pretty amazing. He reacted as if he had been bitten...why would she need a girl to do that for her? Wasn't he good enough?
Well, it looked like she was on her own! She would have to find some way of scratching this itch...by herself. His ego was bruised but her curiosity was too much for her to put this off any longer.
She had met this women a few months back. Over too many glasses of wine on several different occasions, Mary had revealed her past...bit of a party girl in her youth, had lived and worked overseas, admittedly screwing herself senseless all over the countryside. She had returned home, married and divorced fairly quickly, reeling. She abandoned all pretext of "nice" and indulged herself sexually and indiscriminately.
Finally, Mary told her, she washed up in a job that put in her in contact with Jenny. Jenny fell in love with her, and gradually enticed her into a relationship. It lasted seven years...they lived together, moved across the country together chasing jobs that suited Jenny and finally fell apart... leaving Mary stranded and bruised, a fair way from her family and friends.
She had wondered why it should be that Mary would tell her all this...some of the detail was pretty intimate. If it became public knowledge that she was or had been in a lesbian relationship, her position would have been compromised. Yet Mary shared this information with her.
They managed some quiet dinners out together, the occasional movie, long walks with Mary's dog and more than a few nights of drinking. Their friendship grew steadily more comfortable.
She wondered what he would think of Mary, so she arranged a dinner at their home so he could meet her. She had not shared any of Mary's history with him. Over dinner the conversation flowed freely along with the wine. He flirted with her outrageously and Mary played along back...she thought that it was good to see her friend smile.
The next time they met, it was at Mary's place. She was lonely, wanted to chat with someone, so she grabbed a bottle of chilled white wine out of the fridge and set off to see if her friend was about.
Mary opened the door with glass already in hand...
"Hi Honey, come on in...what can I do for you?"
"Just needed a bit of company, thought I could tempt you out from behind that book with a bottle, but it looks like you're already on the go..."
Mary laughed..."More than a few in front of you, so you'd better hurry and get that cork out and start catching up!" She tossed over a corkscrew and went to find another glass. "I'm actually watching a movie..."The Handmaid's Tale"...seen it?"
She shook her head "No, but I've read the book...bizarre way that fertile women were treated as baby factories by the rich and powerful...scary thing that!"
"Hhhmmm! Don't spoil it for me...Come...sit here!" Mary patted the sofa next to her. She sat down, glass in hand and curled her feet up under her. They continued to watch the movie, occasionally moving to refill empty glasses, comfortable with the closeness. It wasn't a movie that could be considered sexually graphic but it certainly was one that evoked response, the least of which was outrage at the way women could so viciously turn on each other.
After it had finished, they started to talk about some of the images that the film had evoked. She commented that she felt the book had been far more sexually explicit than the movie.
Mary looked at her quizzically, "Do you like watching sexually explicit stuff?" She giggled, the wine was going to her head... "Oh yeah...I particularly like X rated stuff, not that I would readily admit that to most people. It seems if you are female, you're not meant to like watching porn, but I do." She glanced at Mary to see what sort of response that statement had evoked and was surprised to see her smile secretly.
