Now and then I reminisce about my sweet Julie. She is gone now, another lover in her arms I'm sure. I knew it couldn't last forever. But let me tell you about us. My name is BethAnne. I own a big house in Santa Barbara. When my husband died, he left me more money than I would ever need. I knew I would never have to work again the rest of my life. I missed him until Julie came along. Then it was all Julie, every breathing moment of my existence. I couldn't get enough of her, even though she was heavily into pain. She taught me how to enjoy it.
I was widowed young. Thirty years of age is no time to be a widow. The thought of making love to someone of my own sex had mildly interested me, even while I was married. Nathan was a fantastic lover, insatiable at times, especially in those first wonderful years of our marriage, but there was always that strange sensation when I saw a woman whom I felt attracted to. Sometimes, when Nat was plowing into me, I fantasized about being with a woman. My strangest fantasy was being raped by a pretty, blonde nurse with a dildo in a hospital room.
When Nat died, I had no one. In my loneliness, I turned to masturbation as a means of release. The nurse often returned to my thoughts as I ran my fingers through my reddish-brown pubic hairs and diddled my clit. Often I came in seconds at the thought of her dildo entering me anally. Nat had introduced me to anal sex even before we were married. It was a nice diversion which even became part of my masturbating activities.
I have a nice body. Very nice. My breasts aren't large, but they are firm and conical-shaped. My nipples are good-sized and extremely sensitive. I used to love to tease Nat by doing a sexy strip tease before we made love. I knew he was an ass-man, so I gave him long peeks at my nicely rounded buns, my skirt raised over my hips. When I felt really sexy, I bent over and spread my cheeks for him, exposing my tiny pink 'O'. He was not averse to kissing me there, and I liked the kinkiness of it. His favorite activity was a tongue in my anus, his thumb in my vagina, and his index finger stroking my clit. Oh, how I could come when he did that!
I met Julie at a party. She was wearing an all-white dress (did I think of the nurse subconsciously when we met?) which clung tightly to her shapely body. She was blonde. She was sexy. She was gorgeous. Her blue eyes met mine in an odd sort of way; I felt a mutual attraction as we talked. She was single; an accountant. She was witty. She was a little high on cognac. She was looking for a roommate, having just moved to the West Coast from Chicago. It was perfect. I hadn't even thought about a roommate, but Julie....
She followed me back to my house in her little sports car. Once in my living room, she curled into a chair like a cat, pulling her legs up beneath her after flipping her shoes off. She kind of sat on her feet. The sleek-looking, light-tan, nylon mesh on her legs was either a pair of stockings or pantyhose. I offered her another cognac and sat across from her. I could not see very much of her legs, but I could see she was wearing a pink slip beneath her white skirt.
We small-talked for a couple of hours, while I plied her with several more cognacs. The drinks loosened her up. Several times, as she shifted her legs, I caught nice glimpses at the expanse of her long legs. I was wearing a skirt myself, a dark blue one with a long-sleeved white blouse. Usually I wear hose and a bra; this night I wore neither. I decided to give her a little show, to see what affect, if any, it might have on her.
I handed her another drink, then slinked into the sofa, directly across from her. At first, I moved both legs onto the cushions, being careful not to open them. I caught her looking at my legs as I moved them. We talked for several more moments. The light above my head bothered me. Reaching back, I moved my hands to the lamp switch beneath the bulb. As I did, I purposely lifted one leg and bent it at the knee, knowing full well that I was offering her a view of my legs and the crotch of my white undies if she wanted it. I pretended to have trouble with the switch.
"Let me help you," she said, arising from the chair. She leaned slightly over me to reach under the lamp shade. Her body was inches from mine. Her right breast brushed lightly against my shoulder. She turned the light out, leaving a little light from the kitchen to illuminate the room. I felt a movement next to me. When my eyes became accustomed to the semi-darkness, I noticed she was kneeling on the right side of the sofa, next to me. I could smell her perfume; it intoxicated me.
"You are very pretty," she whispered as she lowered her face to mine. Her lips were soft and moist. Her right hand moved to my cheek and caressed it as her elbow came over my left breast. I let her kiss me, feigning indifference. I barely returned the kiss.
"White panties turn me on," she whispered as she moved an inch away.
"I, I..."
"When you tried to turn off the light, BethAnne, you inadvertently showed me your pretty legs and nice white undies." She soothed my brow with the tips of her fingers. She kissed me ever so lightly on the tip of my nose. Such gentleness! "I think you are beautiful, BethAnne. Would you be offended if I told you I would like to make love to you?"
In the darkness she couldn't see my blushing face, nor could she know of my wildly beating heart. I wanted her so badly, but had to play the little game. "I've never done it with a woman," I said.
"Does what I've done so far offend you?"
"I don't think so," I replied.
"Have you ever thought about doing it with someone of your own sex?"
"Yes, I guess I have."
Her fingers moved to me ears, which had always been sensitive to the touch. She gently moved her index finger around the inside of my left ear. It excited me immensely! Her forearm was pushing into my breast. I could feel my nipple growing hard beneath the white cotton blouse. I think she felt it, too.
"Open your mouth more when I kiss you," she half-hissed just prior to covering my lips with hers.
Obligingly, I opened up to her and felt her tongue snake into the cavern. This time her kiss was more burning. Instinctively, I put my arm around her back and held her to me. I hardly noticed her hand move between our bodies as she shifted slightly and moved her body next to me lengthwise on the sofa. She never broke the kiss as she wrapped herself around me. I didn't even know her hand was there until I felt her fingertips on the inside of my thigh, just under my skirt which was right about at mid-thigh.
Brazenly, she stroked the inside of my leg several inches above my knee. When I closed my legs upon her hand to prevent any further upward movement, I felt like a teenager on my first date. I wanted her hand to touch my sex, but things were moving too fast. My head was swirling.
"Open your legs for me, honey," she whispered, pressing the palm of her hand against the inside of my right thigh in an insistent manner. "I'm going to make you feel very nice. I feel so sexy tonight."
"I'm scared!" I lied.
"Beginnings are always difficult," she continued in a sexy whisper. Her perfume enveloped me. I felt her hand beneath the hem of my skirt, moving it higher up my bare legs. The movement was so swift I didn't have time to react. Her fingers were over my panty-covered crotch in an instant. The feeling against my clit was like electric. Just a few quick swipes with her middle finger over the clitoral hood did me in.
"You're a little wet already!" she exclaimed. "This is really your first time?"
"Yes!" I replied. "Oh, that feels good Julie."
I opened my legs for her. She grabbed a handful of my crotch as I pulled her face into mine and kissed her passionately, this time driving my tongue into her hot mouth. I was breathing heavily now. She ran her middle finger over my pantied crotch, from the tip of the pubis all the way to my anal area, then back again. She did this several times, pressing between my fatty pussy lips. There was no more defenses to set up; I was a goner.
"Why don't we go to you bedroom," she suggested.
She arose and reached out her hand in the darkness. I knew it was there and grasped it. She pulled me up. I walked on bare feet, hand in hand with Julie, to the bedroom down the hall. I was scared and I wasn't. I knew what I was doing. It was she who had all the drinks. It was I who had done the seducing.
She turned on the light as we entered the room. "I want to see what you look like beneath your clothes," she said. "I like plenty of light. Is that O.K.?"
