I think I'm going to look into HRT." I said as we both reached across the table.
Lisa's warm hands held mine. I felt her thumb reach into my palm. She pressed inward, her thumb tracing my palm, reading the lines, and testing me for tenderness, like a filet on a grill.
And me, of course, in this inescapable aroused condition, couldn't help myself, as I jumped into my secret fantasy world, filled with the image of me, submissive, willing, on my hands and knees, a spit-roast, skewers in my mouth and ass.
"Lisa, how often do you masturbate?"
"Whenever and wherever I can." She replied, with a sly grin and a shake of her head, blond bangs, cascading down over her blue eyes, dark lashes, inquiring mind.
"The first time I masturbated with someone else was with a friend in college." I said with an air of nonchalance, concealing my deep-seated insecurity, and fear of allowing anyone, even my closest friend, into my private fantasy world, the wannabe submissive slut, horny, cheating bisexual wife.
"Her name was Nina."
"I guess she was pansexual."
"She dated this guy named Jeff, one of my friends from home, and he introduced us."
"She was kind of plain and nerdy, like Jeff, but I was interested in her, like a cat with a bird, and I was surprised at how easily she could be manipulated by off hand suggestions."
"Sounds like a real winner." Lisa said with a smirk, jolting me back into reality.
"Me and Nina were sitting on a bench at the edge of the campus commons, waiting for class. It was the middle of the day, sunny and warm, students were milling around, eating, chatting; we were just two bubbles in the ocean "
"I told Nina that I liked her braids." It was my excuse to reach over, up and onto the back of her neck, and run my fingers through the one plait that fell down onto her shoulder, the loose ends touching the top of her small breasts, bare beneath her v-neck tank.
"I remember the way Nina just stared down at her hands, clasped in her lap, frozen, like a block of marble, waiting for the mason and sculptor's next artful blow."
"I'm not a cougar, Lisa." I said abruptly, anticipating Lisa's inevitable smirk.
"Nina was just so innocent, vulnerable, supple, inviting."
"She reminded me of myself, and I just couldn't resist the temptation to explore."