I am standing a side in street in London`s Fitzrovia district outside a green painted door on which there is a notice which informs me that the GCLClub meets here tonight, and that I need to ring the bell to obtain admission.
Why am I here? Why should I wish to enter what I know is a club for women who wish to test their sexuality with other women? Why am I excited, yet also afraid, expectant and yet terrified at what may happen to me once I enter? I am here because Madeline persuaded me to go through the lengthy club application procedure, and pay the high entry price for an evening of lesbian lust. I am doing this for Madeline, the woman I want yet also the one from whom I could wish to be free. Madeline was once my lover, and she has now re-entered my life and has awakened longings and desires I thought I had long since buried.
Before I continue with my story I should introduce myself. The year is 2022. I am Alison Moxhay. I am 28 and I work for a Women`s Policy Institute, here in London. Many would consider me to be very privileged in life. I am the only child of wealthy parents. My father is not just "Something in the City," he is a major figure in the world of International Banking. My parental home is on a gated estate in the leafy County of Surrey.
I was privately educated and I had dancing lessons, which is why I am lithe and slim. I keep up my gym and dance classes. I also had music tuition which is why I am a pretty accomplished pianist who can play a wide range of music though I incline to theatre and gentle jazz as my favourite styles. I am a graduate of the University of Oxford, which I entered at the age of eighteen. I read Economics for my first degree before staying for a fourth year to undertake a Master`s degree in public finance.
It was through my college that I met Simon who became my only boyfriend and lover. He introduced himself to me at a gathering for new members of the College which he had helped to organise. "Excuse me but could you tell me what a rather nice chap like me is doing here, trying to identify a rather attractive young lady who, so rumour has it, is a very good jazz pianist?"
I could have told him to get lost, but his smile was so warm and his eyes were so kind that all I could do was laugh. "Yes, I`m Alison Moxhay, First Year Economics, and --OK --not a bad pianist." He replied, "I`m Simon Jerram, Second Year Engineering and Jazz enthusiast--well I am now!"
That was the start of my affair with Simon which lasted until his death in an industrial accident. I say "affair" rather than "love match," because though we got on well together and had a reasonably satisfying sex life I never really analysed what my true feelings for Simon were until after his death. Being part of a sexually liberated generation, I thought I should acquire a boy friend as soon as possible on coming up to Oxford and that it was then right and proper to have sex with him on a regular and highly physical basis.
It was also through the college and music that I met Madeline Mahon. She was a graduate member who was just starting her doctoral research As luck would have it, she was also a student of economics, though more importantly she was introduced to me as a richly voiced mezzo-soprano who was looking for someone to be her accompanist. The music she wanted to sing was largely drawn from the theatre and world of jazz.
We hit it off right away. Madeline took me under her wing with regard to my studies advising me on what to read and what to ignore on the reading lists and how to prepare for tutorials and essay presentations. I never had any reason to suppose that her interest in me was anything but academic, musical and platonic. That was gradually to change, though we did get on extremely well through our performances and gigs and, yes, we became very good friends.
There was a fashion in Oxford for Nude Charity Calendars Each college tried to out do its rivals, though there were strict rules imposed by the University about content--no full frontal nudity, no exposed female nipples and no "come hither" looks etc. Everything had to be kept within bounds. As someone who rather fancied her own looks and considered she had a good body I responded to an invitation which went round the college to participate in the next year`s calendar.
Simon encouraged me. "I`d love to see you nude in print, even if it`s only that gorgeous bum of yours on display. You must be one of the most desirable women in the University-- wonderful blond hair, fantastic hazel eyes, super petite figure, sexy navel and great legs."
Talk like that would get him anywhere, though on that occasion it was simply between my legs. Madeline also broached the subject telling me she was volunteering to pose, as she had done some nude work. I assumed this had been for an art class. I later found out it was rather more erotic than that.
The day of the shoot arrived near the beginning of the second term. Because of the weather the College allowed us to be photographed indoors in various locations, though only in single sex groups. My group shoot was to take place in the Library. It had to be done early in the morning when few people would be about about. Somewhat nervously I dressed in just a dressing gown and made my way to the library.
The other undergraduate girls who had volunteered turned up at the same time. So did Madeline. The female photographer instructed us where and how we were to pose, and told us to undress. There was a lot of girlish giggling. Most of us had seen other girls naked in showers and changing rooms, but this was a different proposition. We were all going to be photographed in the nude together. The picture would not be an explicitly sexual pose, but we would have an uninterrupted view of each others nudity. There was a moment of reluctance to expose ourselves.
It was Madeline who broke the ice. "Oh come on, you lot of ninnies, we all know what a woman looks like, and group nudity can be fun."
With that she let her dressing gown fall away and I was treated to the sight of her naked body for the first time.
I had often been impressed by the beauty of Madeline`s face. She had wonderful raven hair, while her dark eyes were like limpid pools of deep water. She also possessed a superbly generously wide mouth. Seeing her nude I found her very sexually attractive. She was about five feet and eight inches high with a real hour glass figure. Her breasts were firm and were crowned with superb nipples which stood up proudly from her subtly shaded areolas. Her stomach was taut apart from a very slight rise in the middle around her sexy navel. My eyes travelled down to where a delicate line of pubic hair pointed the way to that lovely slit between her legs guarded by her fleshy outer vaginal lips.
I could not take my eyes from her body. She turned and caught me looking at her. Before I could avert my gaze she gave me a little half smile in which her tongue protruded slightly.
