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My first marriage broke up after a couple of years. I felt lost, down beaten, and had no self-confidence. Close friends helped me a lot. Two months later, I was back in business and had a very tight schedule book; dinner, cinema, hiking, sports, and so on.
One day a former friend of mine called up; let's name her Bea. We haven't been very close. She and my ex-husband didn't get along with each other. When the news of my divorce reached her, she got in touch with me. Bea was married too, and unlike me, she gave birth to two c***dren. She asked me for a squash match, our favorite sport of bygone days, so we met at the local sports center. We had a pretty good game, fought like two tigresses, and didn't give away a score. When taking a shower, Bea watched me, actually stared at me, when I undressed. Yet when I caught her eye, she flushed and looked away. We left the center, had a coffee, and went back to our cars. Something was on her mind, but she didn't tell, and I didn't ask, too personal, I thought. She hesitated, toyed with her car key nervously, spoke of plenty of time, and would like to have a drink or two in my new apartment. Back home, I opened a bottle of red wine, and we talked about everybody and his dog. Eventually, Bea brought up stories of school, focused on our last year, when guys and gals tried to hook up with me in her opinion. In my recollection, two girls plainly asked me to fuck with them. Yet, I declined, thought it ridiculously, and consequently focused on the hard part between the legs of another form of a human being. Bea chatted away nineteen to the dozen, thought we were too shy at that time, missed opportunities, 69 and stuff. Once she went to the bath and returned braless. I smiled, since I had the same idea, in the warmth of the living room, and did likewise later. We had two glasses, maybe three, when she got up, stripped off the t-shirt, and revealed her gorgeous breasts. I looked at her in disbelieve. I wasn't prepared for big saggy alluring boobs right in front of me.
Flabbergasted I stared at her and couldn't take my eyes off her huge areolas and amazing thick nipples. In her present, I felt like a girl who saw her mom topless for the first time and reached for my glass of wine. Bea didn't waste a second, like someone who has planed this in advance. She took my drink out of hand, emptied it in one gulp, said 'get up,' reached for the hem of my blouse and tore it open. Buttons fell on the floor. Before I could say a word, I felt her warm and soft tongue in my mouth. Bea broke the kiss, sucked my nipples briefly, embraced me, and kissed me hard. 'I would have loved to fuck you in high-school already, yet I didn't have the guts. The years are over.'
She was the first woman who had kissed me so passionately. For a second, I thought, it's not the way it should be. Shit on it, she felt too fantastic, her soft skin, her amazing boobs covering mine. Bea's passion set my monk-like life after the divorce to an end. I gave in to temptation, we ripped down the trousers, kissed us all over, were friendly to our pussies and g-spots. Don't know how many times we had our fingers inside of each other ... We were crazy, got used to the taste of our wetlands, and felt no physical distance to each other, my pussy and my boobs were hers, and hers were mine. Two addicts melted to a perfect amalgam. A night to remember.
Bea was my first encounter with a woman. When she left late morning, she whispered, it was her first night too and most likely her last one. Keep our secret, she said and off she was. We never saw us again. Many years later, my parents told me, Bea got divorced, married again, guess what gender, a woman.
In retrospect, she was taught to be a woman according to nature: go and find yourself a husband, get married, give birth to c***dren, and so on. In her heart and soul, she was a lesbian, but her family had high expectations, so she started a life she was supposed to live. Last but not least, a lot of money was involved too. Her former husband is a well known and highly esteemed lawyer.
I got married anew, still enjoy the benefits of the hard part of a guy, and yes, I'm still bi. Well, once in a blue moon. The gal has to be right, the situation safe, and I have to be in the mood. There are moments, when only a woman can give me what I need most.
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Ruth
One day a former friend of mine called up; let's name her Bea. We haven't been very close. She and my ex-husband didn't get along with each other. When the news of my divorce reached her, she got in touch with me. Bea was married too, and unlike me, she gave birth to two c***dren. She asked me for a squash match, our favorite sport of bygone days, so we met at the local sports center. We had a pretty good game, fought like two tigresses, and didn't give away a score. When taking a shower, Bea watched me, actually stared at me, when I undressed. Yet when I caught her eye, she flushed and looked away. We left the center, had a coffee, and went back to our cars. Something was on her mind, but she didn't tell, and I didn't ask, too personal, I thought. She hesitated, toyed with her car key nervously, spoke of plenty of time, and would like to have a drink or two in my new apartment. Back home, I opened a bottle of red wine, and we talked about everybody and his dog. Eventually, Bea brought up stories of school, focused on our last year, when guys and gals tried to hook up with me in her opinion. In my recollection, two girls plainly asked me to fuck with them. Yet, I declined, thought it ridiculously, and consequently focused on the hard part between the legs of another form of a human being. Bea chatted away nineteen to the dozen, thought we were too shy at that time, missed opportunities, 69 and stuff. Once she went to the bath and returned braless. I smiled, since I had the same idea, in the warmth of the living room, and did likewise later. We had two glasses, maybe three, when she got up, stripped off the t-shirt, and revealed her gorgeous breasts. I looked at her in disbelieve. I wasn't prepared for big saggy alluring boobs right in front of me.
Flabbergasted I stared at her and couldn't take my eyes off her huge areolas and amazing thick nipples. In her present, I felt like a girl who saw her mom topless for the first time and reached for my glass of wine. Bea didn't waste a second, like someone who has planed this in advance. She took my drink out of hand, emptied it in one gulp, said 'get up,' reached for the hem of my blouse and tore it open. Buttons fell on the floor. Before I could say a word, I felt her warm and soft tongue in my mouth. Bea broke the kiss, sucked my nipples briefly, embraced me, and kissed me hard. 'I would have loved to fuck you in high-school already, yet I didn't have the guts. The years are over.'
She was the first woman who had kissed me so passionately. For a second, I thought, it's not the way it should be. Shit on it, she felt too fantastic, her soft skin, her amazing boobs covering mine. Bea's passion set my monk-like life after the divorce to an end. I gave in to temptation, we ripped down the trousers, kissed us all over, were friendly to our pussies and g-spots. Don't know how many times we had our fingers inside of each other ... We were crazy, got used to the taste of our wetlands, and felt no physical distance to each other, my pussy and my boobs were hers, and hers were mine. Two addicts melted to a perfect amalgam. A night to remember.
Bea was my first encounter with a woman. When she left late morning, she whispered, it was her first night too and most likely her last one. Keep our secret, she said and off she was. We never saw us again. Many years later, my parents told me, Bea got divorced, married again, guess what gender, a woman.
In retrospect, she was taught to be a woman according to nature: go and find yourself a husband, get married, give birth to c***dren, and so on. In her heart and soul, she was a lesbian, but her family had high expectations, so she started a life she was supposed to live. Last but not least, a lot of money was involved too. Her former husband is a well known and highly esteemed lawyer.
I got married anew, still enjoy the benefits of the hard part of a guy, and yes, I'm still bi. Well, once in a blue moon. The gal has to be right, the situation safe, and I have to be in the mood. There are moments, when only a woman can give me what I need most.
Kisses
Ruth
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