This story could probably be placed in several categories. There is lesbianism, bisexuality, erotic coupling, romance, interracial sex and first-time sexual experiences. Basically, it is a story about life and living and how human beings negotiate the exigencies encountered therein.
It is placed in the category of lesbianism simply because the primary characters are involved in such a relationship but then, not entirely so. Although in real-life most people engage in sexual pursuits long before they turn eighteen, we have adhered to that guideline as established.
Enjoy this account of two women who evoke memories of the biblical Ruth and Naomi but that is where the similarity ends. It will probably be a multipart story as, in spite of the author's intentions, it appears to be writing itself, and the author simply serving as a grammarian and literary guide.
Unshackle your minds from the cookie cutter categorizations, since human beings do not usually simply fit into one category.
Let your imaginations soar!
Enjoy!
RUTH AND NAOMI
PART I
"Don't urge me to leave you or turn back from you.
Where you go, I will go and where you stay, I will stay..."
Naomi and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. Our families lived next door to each other, and she was the first friend that I made when we moved into the neighborhood. We were the first black family to move into this white community in Virginia. Two days after we moved in, this white woman knocked on our door to introduce herself, carrying a huge home-baked pizza. My parents were surprised as white people don't often welcome black people into their neighborhood, but she did.
Her husband was in the military and had served in Afghanistan as my dad had done. They both had been in the airborne division, and we learned that his company had replaced my dad's when it rotated out.
Her didn't know my dad personally, but he had heard of this black guy who had saved his company. The story was that he had recognized one of those roadside explosive devices that would have blown their vehicle to smithereens and not only detonated it before they hit it but had also almost single handedly taken out a squad of Taliban fighters who were poised to attack the new replacements, while getting shot up himself!
From that day on, her husband developed a new level of respect for black soldiers that he never had before; so, when we moved in, knowing that my dad was in the military, he thought it was his responsibility to at least welcome us, so he sent his wife over with the pizza.
When he later discovered that my dad was the one whom he had heard about, they bonded like blood brothers as he knew that he owed dad his life!
Jenny, his wife, was one of those crazy-assed white women who didn't give a shit about telling anybody, including other white people, to go fuck themselves if they objected to anything that she did. We loved her, with her freckled face and big bouncing titties!
In no time at all, she was all up in our house, telling mom where to find inexpensive stuff and who in the neighborhood was an asshole, and who was dependable, and who was fucking whom!
My mothers' titties weren't slouches either, but they were not quite as bodacious as Jenny's and often I would hear them talking about what bras were good for big titty women and how they couldn't understand why all men, black or white, had this great fixation with big titties. Every now and then I would hear them whispering together and laughing about some guy's tiny parts that their wives had told them about and thanking God that they had the husbands that they had! Jenny spared no description of some of the cocks that she had taken before she got married to her husband, Ronny. One day, I heard her telling my mom that her nickname for her husband was "LC." When my mom asked her what "LC" stood for, she giggled and said,
"Long Cock!" and the two of them burst out laughing.
She was something else!
We all loved Jenny Lyons. It was she that took us to the neighborhood park and dared any racist white person to say or do anything about it.
She invited my mother, Joyce, to bring me to the park when she was taking her daughter, Naomi. She put Naomi on a rocking horse and my mother put me on one next to her. They sat talking to each other and watching us as we rocked and looked at each other.
Her daughter finally got off her horse and walked over to me and said,
"What is your name? My name is Naomi."
"I'm Ruth," I offered.
"I like your mama." she offered.
"I like your mama too," I responded, and after that we just became fast friends.
We attended elementary school together and when her period came, and I told her that she could now get pregnant, she cried, because a boy had touched her ass the day before and she thought that she could get pregnant from that. We laughed about that for years.
Her dad got re-assigned two years after we entered high school and I didn't see her again for several years, as they moved to Germany.
It was about this time that I learned about my father's cock. One night I couldn't sleep, and I left my bedroom to go to the bathroom. I heard my mom in their bedroom, whispering to my dad,
"God damn, Horace, easy... you always want to put my feet up on your shoulders and you know that you have that big fat cock. It hurts! That shit is about ten inches long and thick too!"
My dad responded,
"I don't hear you complaining when I hit bottom!"
"Shit," my mom answered, "by the time you get there, I'm so blind you could fuck me with a fence post, and I wouldn't mind!"
They laughed and the bedsprings kept going "Ching! Ching! Ching!" The last thing that I heard on my way to the bathroom was,
"Ohhhh Godddd!!!!!!, Horace, don't stop! You're wrecking my pussy but damn you don't stop"
I shook my head and continued to the bathroom. When I returned, all was quiet on the Western front. I guess she went blind!
The next morning, she walked a little gimpy when fixing breakfast, but she was happy and was humming her favorite song, so I guess she was really alright! I was going to ask her if she could see okay, but something told me to mind my own business.
I tried to imagine my mom at 5'5" taking 10" of cock but the mental gymnastics were too much for me, so I gave up.
" Naomi and I wrote to each other while she was in Germany. She kept me up to date with her exploits, even sharing with me that on graduation from high school, the day after she turned eighteen, she lost her virginity in the backseat of a Mercedes Benz and added a smiley face inquiring if I was that classy! I told her that I hadn't lost mine yet, but I was sure that I was just as classy.
Time proved me wrong!
I didn't see her again for several years. By that time, both of our dads had retired from the military and chose to settle in Florida. No one pays income taxes in Florida, and since our fathers' minds worked alike, we both ended up there. Our parents kept in touch, and when they realized that we were both in Sarasota, we reconnected.
I attended the University of Florida, and she went to Florida State University.
While in college, like most kids my age, I tried smoking joints and even a line or two of coke. I didn't like coke because I never felt fully in control, and it made me super horny.
That is how I came to lose my virginity.
During this time, I discovered too that I found women more sexually appealing than men, and so I hung out in a group that included many gay women. One night at a party at one of my sorority sisters' apartment, we all got stoned. I found myself talking to a tall butch type of broad who I never liked that much.
She had her eyes on me though, and I ended up in a basement bedroom alone with her. After toking on a few j's, she started kissing and feeling me up and before I knew it, she had stripped me naked and was eating me. It was great! That woman knew how to eat some pussy. She made me cum so many times that I almost lost my mind.
Next thing I know, she took her jeans off, and hanging down her thigh, was a big, black, strap-on dildo. She made me suck it and get it wet with my saliva; then, using my pussy juice as an additional lubricant, she fucked me with it. At first it hurt, but after I had gotten used to it and my natural lubrication kicked in, I roamed all over God's heaven! She made me cum, and cum, and cum, until I passed out from sheer exhaustion.
When I awoke next morning, she was gone. I was lying naked in the bed, blood between my legs, feeling like a whore. She wrecked my pussy leaving it bruised and sore for days. My stomach ached, and I felt like somebody had run a bulldozer up inside of me!
I searched for my clothes, found them, put them on and sneaked out of the house, because I didn't want my girlfriend to know what happened to me.
I vowed to never use drugs again and I never have!
The vow, however, did not include giving up sex and my thirst for male penetration now needed to be satisfied. My first experience with a boy was a few months later and the results were far from exciting, so I decided that women were probably better for me.
Over the next few years, I learned how to eat pussy, find a G-spot, finger a woman to an orgasm and even fuck with a strap-on. By the time that I graduated from college, I was comfortable with woman-to-woman sex even though I never thought of myself as a lesbian, which I guess I was not, because occasionally I craved the feel of a man and real live man-cock!
We were both now twenty-two years old by this time and were sharing intimate information with each other. She was having sex on a regular basis with men, and I was having sex with both men and women, although I never shared the women part with her. She began dating one of these rich, arrogant, skinny farts who liked big women. She was 5'9", he was 5'6".
After we graduated, we both got jobs in Orlando and hung out together. The guy that Naomi married was a bozo. I never liked the short shit, not because Naomi was in love with him, because for some reason I never thought of her as a potential lover, but because he was an asshole. He liked to boss her around and lord it over her, embarrassing her often just to show that he could dominate her.
He got her pregnant in a year. I wanted to slap the stupid ass so many times, but he was my girl's husband. I was now 5'10" strong and wiry, and I figure that I could take him, but I didn't want him to take it out on her when I was not around.
Many times, when I would stop by to visit, I could tell that she had been crying, but she never shared with me what happened, and I did not think that it was in my place to ask.
As she got bigger in her pregnancy, she called me more and more. It seemed that he didn't encourage her to have friends, and she appeared to be always depressed and alone. She was my bosom buddy, and there was no way that that fool was going to stop me from talking to her. He realized that and left us alone.
One day when I was visiting with her, I looked at her pregnant body. Her skin was smooth and lustrous, her lips were soft and sexy, and she appeared to glow. She had wide hips, a rambunctious ass and breasts which had enlarged like torpedoes, and for the very first time I lusted after her and thought,
"Man, how come I never looked at her before. I would love to suck those puppies," but she was married now, and she was hands-off to me, plus, I didn't know if she was into women.
Her jackass husband left on a business trip one morning and was going to be away for a few weeks. Knowing that, I chose to stop by and visit with her on the day that he left. As I neared the front door. I heard her sobbing. I rapped on the door and called out,
"Naomi! This is Ruth, let me in. I can hear you in there crying, so don't try to fix your face, just let me in!"
