The First Time
(A first time woman-woman experience. Only a woman knows how to sexually pleasure a woman.)
I met Eve while attending a local women's social event. We were sitting at the same table. She was talking to the woman next to her. I was eavesdropping.
"I recently read a book about sexually pleasuring a woman, that she should come first. It was written by a man. I was interested in learning what men where being taught. I found the first third of the book to my liking. It implored men to go down on us. The middle third described the vulva in detail, drawing attention to the pleasure areas. It was when I started reading the last third that I realized that men have no idea of what a woman feels when he does what he does and when. All he has is what he has learned from others. Every sexual liaison is unique for us. Our needs and wants depend upon our state of mind and body at that moment in time. There is no doubt in my mind that only a woman knows how to sexually pleasure a woman. We know first hand what a woman feels."
Maybe she was right. I've been trying to get my husband to do better when we have sex but once he comes, he looses interest. If I try to have him pleasure me first, he often looses his erection.
When the woman with whom Eve was talking rose and left the table, she turned to me and introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Eve."
"Hi, I'm, Sofia. I was eavesdropping on your conversation. While my husband's intent is noble, he follows the same script every time. While I attempt to teach him, he always seems to forget the next time. I don't know how to guide him without turning him off. I have no idea how to be proactive in sexual intimacy. Was that addressed in the book?"
"No. You have to keep in mind that for your husband, and men in general, sex is all about copulating. Their body is designed to create sperm and deliver it to a woman's ovum. For men, it is about ejaculating. To ejaculate gives them pleasure. They are always open for their next opportunity to ejaculate. I wonder if the concept of marriage was created to enable man to copulate whenever he desired with his wife or wives. Recall how many of the early marriage vows were about "man and wife" and "to honor and obey". Women were considered the property of a man. It still is so in some cultures."
She continued, "Consider our bodies. We ovulate, conceive, develop new life within us, birth and nurture the newborn. Our bodies are more complex. I don't know about you, but I seldom get off being fucked."
Then she added, "Have you consider exploring with another woman?"
"No, have you?".
"Yes, I've done it. I'm doing it. I'm a happy bi-sexual. I am fortunate. When my husband began having difficulty maintaining a sufficient erection, our sex life stagnated. I have strong sexual needs. In time, I met a woman who offered me the opportunity to regain a sex life. "
"Does your husband know?"
"Yes. I shared with him my experience. He tries to please me. He encourages me to be more proactive and guide him. It didn't work. His timing was off. His hand was too gentle or too hard. He was too driven to fuck. In the end he suggested that I pursue sex with a woman."
Our conversation was interrupted by the introduction of the speaker.
At the end of the program, as we parted, I thanked her for sharing with me, adding, "You've given me something to think about. I look forward to seeing you at our next social event."
A few days later Eve called.
"I got your telephone number from the event organizer. Would you like to get together for lunch?
We met for lunch the following day. The restaurant was quiet. There was sufficient space between tables so that we could converse without others eavesdropping. While waiting for our food to be served, we exchanged the highlights of our lives.
As we started eating our food, Eve said, "Let me share with you some of what I've learned. We've been getting together almost weekly for the past few months."
"I always go to her house. She greets me warmly, huggingly. We sit sideways on the couch getting caught up in what we've been doing since we last met. In the beginning, it was a cordial conversation until she led the discussion to how I was enjoying the intimacy. She would begin caressing me over my clothes, eventually focusing upon my breasts and running her fingers up and down my crotch. I would become aroused. She kept stressing that I had to be honest with myself and then with her about what I wanted and not to be bashful nor embarrassed by it. It took some time before I could."
"As I became more comfortable with it all, I found myself anticipating the pleasures that I was about to enjoy as I drove to her house. As soon as I entered her house, I wanted her hands on me. Now when we sit and begin to chat, she begins fondling me, now unbuttoning my blouse and unhooking my bra to give her access to my nipples and slipping her hand into my panties. My panties would get so wet that I found it necessary to always bring along another pair."
"I would be the one to suggest that we adjourn to her bedroom."
"I quickly realized that it was not about "you do me then I'll do you". It was and is only about me. She is the pleasurer. I am the pleasuree. We spend a couple of hours together, most of the time in bed. While I would fondle and suckle her breasts or finger or lick her pussy or caress her body, it wasn't about giving her pleasure. It was about me needing to do whatever, at that moment in time, for my own pleasure. She allows me to do so but not with the enthusiasm that she displays when she pleasures me. I'm wondering if a girl-girl sexual relation is not about reciprocity, i.e., not I do you then you do me, but rather one of a pleasurer and a pleasuree, never the twain shall meet. She brings me into an orgasmic state and keeps me there. I have multiple and prolonged, muscle contracting climaxes. When we stop we are both exhausted. We lie there together enjoying the closeness and bathing in the afterglow of the intimacies."
