George
When we left school, Janet and I went off to college and shared a flat. But it wasn't just the flat we shared; we also shared a bed. The lovemaking that had started by chance the morning after I was raped had become a regular part of our life, but it was a very private relationship. Outwardly we were just a close pair of college girls. Only in the privacy of our flat did we show any affection. Only here did we indulge in the deepest intimacy. Only with Janet was I able to savor the ecstasy of totally fulfilling orgasms.
We dated guys from the college but I never felt comfortable with any of them. It was always the same. We'd kiss and that was OK. My breasts were fondled and that was OK. Then I'd be groped under my skirt and that was NOT OK. I'd decided, based on my earlier experience that I needed to draw a clear line between what I was willing to do and what not. Tights and knickers had proved to be ineffective barriers.
What I wanted was an old-fashioned seduction over time. I was unwilling to spread my legs for any Tom, Dick or Harry so that he could have his couple of minutes of pleasure. That might be fine for the animal kingdom, but I wanted a more meaningful relationship. I often questioned my sexuality, knowing how sexually fulfilling my relationship was with Janet. Was I in fact a lesbian? The answer was always the same. No I wasn't a lesbian. I enjoyed male company and enjoyed their advances. I was always aroused by their fondling but unwilling to move at their speed. Yes I wanted penetration but only with the right guy at the right time. I wanted more than to have sex ... I wanted to make love. The conclusion was always the same; I hadn't met my lover yet.
I'll never know whether Janet was always of a like mind or whether I had influenced her, but we always ended up in bed together having said our goodnights to our respective boyfriends of the time. This arrangement continued throughout college and for the first few months after we started working.
Janet met Brian indirectly through work, and their relationship seemed to blossom, but then so had the previous ones. Janet and I were lying in bed one Thursday. I had just broken up with Charlie and was in need of some TLC when she dropped the bombshell. "Darling, I'm not sure how to put this but," she paused, "I'm very much in love with Brian and I want to sleep with him." Initially I thought no problem; it won't affect our relationship. Then it hit me; of course it would - it would be him in her bed instead of me. I felt gutted.
"Don't worry, Darling," she said trying to comfort me having seen my reaction, "There will always be time for us."
The intimate relationship I had so enjoyed with Janet was over. Unknown to me at the time, only temporarily over.
The following night I was in the lounge when Janet and Brian returned. Knowing her plans, I quickly excused myself and went to bed. Although our beds were against a common wall I'd been unaware until that night how little soundproofing the wall afforded.
I heard them enter Janet's room and could clearly hear them talking and giggling. For a while there was silence and then I heard Janet. Passion had overtaken her and she was oblivious to being heard by me - or anybody else for that matter. "I'm ready ... I need you ... I want to feel your cock deep inside me ... be gentle ... stop ... ah yes ... go deeper ... stop ... deeper ... keep going ... ahhh. Wait a bit while I get used to you ... it's so big. Oh that feels good ... don't stop."
I could hear heavy breathing and the bed creaking. Next door my girlfriend was being given the full treatment and I was on my own. I had mixed emotions. On the one hand I was jealous on two counts that somebody had taken my place in our bed and that she was the one being made love to and not me but on the other hand I found the situation extremely arousing. Though unable to see, it was as if I was there. As Brian thrust into her I stroked my pussy in unison. I couldn't remember the last time I had masturbated but this one I wouldn't forget.
"Go faster, Darling ... deeper ... yes ... yes ... yes ... ahhhh." And then it happened ... the all too familiar shriek as Janet reached the crest of her climax followed soon after by Brian's groans as he ejaculated his semen deep in her puss. All went quiet as my climax overcame me and their passions subsided.
From then on Janet and Brian were inseparable.
It was through Brian that I met George. They worked for the same company. Brian asked if I would accompany the two of them to a company function. I was a bit reluctant, but they persuaded me. I might meet the man of my dreams, they teased. I have never known to this day whether it was a concealed blind date or just a chance introduction, but George and I seemed to get on and he invited me out the following week.
Our date went well and he was the perfect gentleman. It was early days but there was potential. George was a few years older than me and was obviously pretty well off. He dressed well, drove a Porsche, and we frequented the best of restaurants and clubs. It took a while before he kissed me goodnight, and much longer before there was any petting whatsoever.
One night after leaving a club he asked if I wanted to see his apartment. This was crunch time. Was this the beginning of the end? Although not ready for intimacy I was certainly fond of him. So not wanting to lose him and being a little curious I agreed.
His apartment was truly luxurious and furnished in a most tasteful way. The views from the verandah were awesome. George was clearly a wealthy bachelor. We had a pleasant evening talking and listening to music. My fears of anything untoward had been unfounded.
"It's well past our bedtimes, Marion," he said with a smile, "So where would you like to sleep? I can offer you the guest bedroom or maybe you'd prefer your own bed."
"Would you mind if I pass on the guest room this time? I've brought nothing with me and would rather go home."
"I quite understand, my dear," he replied. "Let me get your coat and I'll take you home."
In the car on the way home I told George how I felt about him, but also told him about my rape experience and that I needed time. We had our first real cuddle and passionate kiss before I got out of the car.
"I want to be with you forever," he whispered, "so there's no rush. You set the pace; I'll follow."
It had been a long time since I had felt so happy. I was in love, and I sensed it was just a matter of time before George would be making love to me. I fell asleep feeling ever so contented.
A couple of days later there was a parcel waiting for me when I arrived home. I guessed it was from George. He was in the habit of sending me gifts. At first it was flowers and chocolates, then perfumes and jewellery. I wondered what it would be this time. I took the parcel to my room and began to open it. Inside was a white nightdress and negligée set in the finest silk and lace. I had to try it on but I needed to shower first. Once back in the bedroom I slipped on the nightie and studied myself in the mirror.
What a provocative sight
, I thought. It had a plunging neckline and although it was ankle length there was a daring slit up the front coming within mere inches of my crotch. To say it was backless would have been somewhat of an understatement ... but for a few criss-crossing shoestring straps, my back was naked to below my waist. Besides these revealing features I should have mentioned it fitted like a sheath accentuating every curve of my body and was so diaphanously thin that what it covered remained unhidden.
I tried on the negligée. Whilst it covered my bare back it was designed to be worn open and it naturally hung either side of my breasts. Although more risqué than anything I would have chosen I liked it ... but this was something for the boudoir and not for the breakfast table if there were guests. And not when one was sleeping alone ... I would keep it for when we would be together.
That evening George called.
"How did you like my choice in night attire?" he asked mischievously.
"I loved it. It's so pretty and delicate."
"I wondered if you'd like to spend the weekend here. You can have the guest room and I promise you'll get all the privacy you want."
