I am a mature bi woman. Many of my stories, originate in memories and events in my life. All contain a combination of real and fictional characters with names changed as appropriate to protect the 'guilty.' They are often memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination.
I hope you will enjoy my stories and comment on what you liked and perhaps didn't like to help me improve.
My Outer Banks series is the story of my life with Marjorie, a new love. The most recent story in this series, 'Outer Banks -- Maine' was published in 05/22. This new story, 'Outer Banks -- Road Trip' is a delayed continuation of the Outer Banks series so I will do my best to summarize how we got to this point.
The first story in the series, 'Outer Banks -- Marjorie,' tells about meeting Marjorie and what we initially learned about each other.
The beginning .....
On an early morning walk I met a woman who looked to be about my age. We said hello at the same time, nice and easy. We walk and talk and I find out her name is Marjorie, yes the old fashioned spelling.
When we approached my house she still had some distance to travel so I invited her in for morning coffee. Sitting on my deck under the awning I learn a little more about her and we talk about what it is like to live in a small space and about rentals. I explain that I own the cabin I live in and give her the five second tour. Like it was scripted she said it was exactly what she wanted. I told her the name of the rental agent for the cabin next door but did not tell her I own it.
Talking to her is like reading a book by opening it at random places. Disconnected snippets of her life and history, her opinions about politics and her views on sexual relationships and simple friendship. Like looking in a mirror on some things, polar opposites on others.
We talk about her deceased husband, a dentist, my wife Beth, now also gone, and both of our families. When I mentioned Beth she said she had 'girlfriends' off and on her entire life. I don't know why, I didn't really take offense, but I felt a need to clarify and told her that Beth was more than just a girlfriend, she was my wife.
Marjorie just smiled and told me that she understood but the only difference, she thought, was that she was married and had a husband she loved and one child by him when she met the first woman she loved. She was, I felt, very open and honest with me, a virtual stranger, about her sexuality almost to the point of being blunt. She told me it all worked out when, after struggling with the problem, she was honest with her hubby and shared that woman and later others with him. Marjorie told me how she felt the first time the three of them were together, being jealous of both and not really wanting to share either. She smiled, touched my hand and told me she didn't know why she was telling me all this, she had never shared those feelings with anyone.
She ended the conversation in an interesting way, almost inviting me to push the subject, by saying that even as she moves into her sixties she still loves sex but now, complicated relationships are more difficult to manage and most often unnecessary for sexual relief and pleasure, that sex for her these days is better characterized as 'catch and release.'
She said, that if chemistry is there sex might follow, then again maybe not, but never really more than sex and perhaps friendship, most often not love. Marjorie explained further that her relationship with her hubby was, she thought, very traditional with him almost always taking the initiative in sex. Her 'other life' as she put it, the women in her life over the years, the times with both her hubby and a current woman, was just the opposite with her taking a decidedly dominant role.
Marjorie is 61. I initially think, but do not know, that she is mixed race. Light olive skin, perhaps part Italian with maybe some Hispanic ancestors. In this day of often blended race my imagination runs wild. Could she just be a White girl with an early summer tan?
We part company both saying we hoped to see each other again. When she bends to stand I see very clearly that she is wearing a thong and her revealed pale butt cheeks hint that her olive skin elsewhere may indeed be just that early summer tan. A long, also colorful, scroll tattoo is on her low back partly hidden just below the waist of her shorts.
As she walks away I see from her toned very defined legs that she, like me, spends a lot of time walking. I see her look back at the rental cottage. She sees me watching and smiles and waves. I watch her walk and see more clearly the tan lines of her halter top and shorts covering very clearly defined muscular butt cheeks working under the fabric as she walks.
I find myself wondering if when people watch me walking away they think I also look sexy. I sometimes, ok often, think the most sexy, most beautiful part of a woman's body is her butt and legs.
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The rental agent called me on Monday afternoon. There is an offer to lease the cottage through Thanksgiving at a price lower than weekly rentals but...cash in advance and with the pandemic rentals have been far from dependable. The cabin is less rented after Labor Day as well, so I take the offer. I asked if Nancy, the rental agent, had done a background check and she confirmed, Marjorie Driscoll, a recent widow, 61 years old, retired special needs teacher, a perfect credit score, three adult children, two grandchildren who will be visiting and a small dog that she needs permission to have with her in the cabin. I asked Nancy to not say anything about me owning the cottage.
Another door opens? At least a friend I think. Someone to walk the beach with? Sex? A foolish old Black woman thinks foolish things.
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Traffic was abysmal and the drive from Charleston took me the better part of the day. I arrived home just as the sun was setting. A few cars and a small camper van were parked behind and along side the rental cabin. Marjorie's family had arrived. I parked in my new carport and took my few bags inside. As I sat on the deck drinking a Sam Adams 'Summer' beer watching the fading sunset, Marjorie approached from the beach with a young girl in tow. She introduced me to her granddaughter Elise and invited me to a barbecue they had planned for the following day. I of course accepted the invitation.
That evening the sound of children playing and laughing next door was something new for my little house. Something new in my life. Something I welcomed.
The following day I was introduced to Marjorie's children, their spouses and a long list of young children. Everyone is happy, laughing and enjoying the day. Over the next two days I watched as Marjorie took countless pictures of everyone and everything that happened. Two days later they all left, a small ceremony with each departing family.
It seemed that as quickly as it started it was over.
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Morning walk, beautiful sunrise and a voice from behind me, Marjorie.
