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I have been asked why I had said Bethan was out of bounds, maybe I should have explained more in the first part of my story but better late than never.
My best friend through all of my school years was Carol, we were practically inseparable. We went everywhere together, telling each other we loved them. Then, one night at her home, I foolishly made a big mistake. We had often kissed but on this occasion, I kissed her passionately, pushing my tongue between her lips and sliding my hand under her skirt. She froze, then screamed at me, calling me a dyke before pushing me away telling me to get out.
She told her mum what had happened, who then told mine. Remember twenty-three years ago, things were different from the more liberated times of today. My parents disowned me and said I had brought shame on them.
That is the history of how I left home. The reason I said Bethan was out of bounds was her similarity in age to myself and Carol. I was scared of the same result if I showed my feelings for her. instead, I felt it better to develop a friendship, not a relationship.
Anyway, my experiences within the women's group continued to increase over the next few meetings. I enjoyed them all. Some partners were quite submissive others dominant. I liked whichever partner I was with. I tried to please each and every one of them. I was becoming more and more a wanted member of the group.
At home, Sharon and I enjoyed so many times together. She knew from the time I was blindfolded that I liked that.
She took it to a new dimension on one occasion. We were at home alone, she tied me, blindfolded, to the bed, arms and legs creating a cross shape. I was completely naked. Her hands started caressing over my nude body, then I felt something softer, with strands. She trailed it over my breasts, then my pussy. I was tingling, my body moving with this object, then a quick swish with it over my breasts, my nipples stung and immediately hardened.
Sharon spoke, saying, "I see my darling likes that."
Again, she swished it over my breasts, then my pussy, I was pulsing uncontrollably. Unable to see, not knowing where the next swish would be aimed, the swishes became harder and faster. My heightened senses caused my body to contort as I reacted to the stimulation.
"Imagine if Pastor John saw you now," she said laughing.
My body was in so much need I didn't care who saw me. I needed her to bring me the pleasures I desired. I also knew John was not at home.
Then she paused, both the talking and the stimulating swishing. The bedroom went silent. Seemed like minutes passed before I felt her close to me, her scent in my nostrils as I felt her moving between my thighs, not with her face but with her body. I felt a stiffness next to my pussy, something hard pressing against me.
Being unable to see or resist, I felt it pushing into me. It hurt a little.
"Sharon?" I called.
No reply.
"Is it you?"
No answer came but the penetration went deeper and a rhythmic action proceeded. Could it be him or was it Sharon? I found myself enjoying this erotic mystery, moving with each thrust until my body shook with a wonderful overflow of hot cum. My body continued to pulse. The pleasure was immense. I felt the withdrawal. It left my body feeling empty but so good. I wanted to hug her but my restraints stopped me.
The room then went quiet again. I must have drifted off to sleep, I usually did when my body was so released from my pent up sexual needs.
Sharon woke me, my binds had been removed, she lay with me, kissing me loving me, I started to question her.
Her only reply was that I must have fallen asleep and dreamt it. I knew I had not. She was adamant I had been dreaming. We kissed and loved each other. We moved into the sixty-nine position and feasted on each other's pussies. I was under her so that when she climaxed I swallowed it all. We continued like this and both climaxed several times, sometimes me on top, other times her. This was the longest session we had ever had.
We bathed together afterward, each washing the other, it was so romantic, lots of warm soapy water. We played and laughed. I was so happy. I knew I could only have Sharon when Pastor John was away from home but I was happy to accept that.
After bathing, we enjoyed a light meal together. During this meal she enquired about "the dream" I looked at her puzzled, not knowing how to answer her.
"Come now, tell me about your dream every detail." I was getting confused.
After several times of being asked, now convinced I must have been dreaming, I told her about that experience. How it felt, how I enjoyed the feeling of being restrained whilst naked and blindfolded. I also added that I did wonder if John was involved but then dismissed the thought.
Sharon said my sexual needs amazed her and that my energy levels went way beyond hers.
"I have seen the desire in your eyes when you look at Bethan. Please tell me, darling, your progress with her."
I told her we were just friends and I had decided I did not want to risk losing that, so would not be pursuing a relationship of any sort with her.
Sharon looked at me and smiled before adding, "Take notice of how she looks at you."
My friendship with Bethan continued and we often went out together. I was invited to lunch with them on most Sundays after church. We often walked around the park. She teased me when boys looked at me. Actually, they looked at us, probably thinking we were gay. I did not tell Bethan my thoughts on that.
Several weeks into our friendship, she asked why I did not have a boyfriend. I was lost for an answer. Should I tell her I did not like boys? How would she react? So I reversed the question back to her. She was not lost for words, as I expected. She said she did not find them interesting.
We sat on that park bench, silent, for a long time. Then I said I did not like boys either.
She smiled at me, a radiant smile that lit her face up. Nothing else was said. We walked in silence, not an awkward silence, it was a peaceful silence, one that comforted me. We turned towards each other and kissed. My heart pounded. We hugged for quite some time.
"It is late, we had better be getting home," I told her.
After getting back to her home, Ronald offered to drive me to the manse. We drove in silence. As I got out of the car, he said he and Lyndsey were happy that Bethan and I were good friends. I just stood there not knowing how to reply. then just said, "I like Bethan a lot."
"Good night," he said smiling and I returned the wish back to him.
I needed advice and the only person I truly trusted was Sharon. I relayed everything about that night to her. She replied I had to do what I felt was right but added that she knew Bethan was not interested in boys. That she had observed several times how she looked at me. She also reminded me about the secrecy of the women's group
I had a very sleepless night that night with Bethan in every thought. If I closed my eyes she was there, her beauty so captivating, her smile inviting. I held her in my arms but when I opened my eyes, my arms were empty. The night was so long. I ached for her.
After work the next day, I called around on Bethan, but she was not there. Lyndsey invited me inside handing me an iced tea. We sat and talked, waiting for Bethan to get home. She surprised me by saying Bethan was her stepdaughter and that they got on very well. She was holding my hand as she told me this.
Then she added we both like you a lot. I could feel moistness in my panties. I had dropped my eyes from her gaze.
"When I say a lot, I mean in a special way," she continued.
As her free hand stroked my hair, our lips touched. She whispered that they both wanted me. My desires were in overdrive. We kissed again, then I pulled away saying
"I can not do this. I came to see Bethan."
As I was getting up to leave she said, "You will have Bethan. We both love you."
As if on cue, the door opened and Bethan entered, running to me, we hugged. Lyndsey quickly said she had told me everything. Bethan's smile confirmed her mom had spoken the truth.
Bethan and I went to her room. I told her I loved her, told her my fears. Also told her that what Lyndsey had said was something I needed to think over. She said she loved Lyndsey and she loved me. She told me she had asked Lyndsey to talk to me.
I had a lot of thinking to do, so much had happened, I had Sharon, the women's group and now the girl I loved but with her mom. I had to talk this over with Sharon. We agreed to meet the following day, Ronald would be out of town.
Back at the manse, I told Sharon I had to talk to her that evening. She said, "OK, after John has gone to bed."
The evening was long, the more I thought about things, the more confused I got. I was going crazy, I had to get away. I feared I was becoming a slave to my sexual needs. I hope that makes sense.
After John had gone to bed, I sat with Sharon told her what had happened and that I had decided to leave, things were getting far too complicated for me. Sharon sat and listened holding my hand.
She said quietly, "If that is what you need to do, then you must."
My tears flowed. She then added that I have so many people here who love me, including her and love has the ability to accommodate everyone we love. She reminded me of the group's rule number two.
"No jealousy, Geraldine, encompass the love offered and return it in equal amounts."
I went to sleep with that thought firmly planted in my mind. I slept so well, that I was late rising. I felt refreshed and alive. I knew I wanted all the love offered to me. I was really looking forward to that evening now.
Maybe there will be another part of this story, we will see.
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