Dormant Lesbian Feelings
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At the time of experiences with Catherine I did not understand what was happening fully. Although as I mentioned I’d been a bully in school and thought I was very outspoken, in reality I was obviously very insecure, in fact perhaps a bit introverted. At least when I met new people, or was in a new environment I didn’t say much and kept my thoughts to myself until I became more familiar with the people to start venturing my opinions.
The following Wednesday afternoon I was off work from 2 PM onwards, and Catherine had invited me to supper at her house. As before I got ready and waited for her to pick me up in her car. It was earlier that night around 5 o’clock when we left my place and she drove us to her home. With the drapes closed the house was quite dark, and the fire she had burning in the grate gave a nice rosy glow to the room, also she had the table nicely set, including candles that gave off a nice soft light.
She served me wine in what was to become my favourite armchair while she finished preparing dinner. Before I met her I seldom drank wine, being from the poorer classes I was more than used to beer and whiskey, and could hold my own in almost any company. As she was becoming more comfortable with me as I was with her, she buzzed around me in between fixing supper to keep my drink freshened and making sure I was comfortable.
After a lovely meal, I must say she was a terrific cook, we retired to the warmth of her living room sofa to enjoy more drinks. I did notice that although she kept my drinks topped up, she herself tended to nurse hers. As I was quite introverted in those days I didn’t say anything, just looking for all I could get I suppose. As before she started the lovemaking on the sofa, and we progressed to her bed where we both got stripped off and I laid down for her to please me. At this early stage of our relationship she took the initiative and I was quite happy to let her do it, and again she took her time bringing me to a high that was incredible before she kissed her way down to my pussy.
Again the feelings were awesome as she tongued me from my arse hole to my clit, she wasn’t shy, I’d never before I met her experienced anything like it, and this was my second time. I was more comfortable in giving in to her, my moans of pleasure echoing round the room, with no close neighbours, we didn’t have to worry about being heard. Her tongue baths were beautiful, and later I realized she was doing all in her power to ensnare me, but at this point I still hadn’t come out of my shell.
I had her drive me home that night as I had to get up early for work the next day, she wasn’t too happy about it, offering to drive me there in the morning but I insisted and she complied.
On the Friday I had to work till 8 PM, and by the time we cleaned up and left it was about 8:30. I told her I would be going home to my place after as I had to be on the early shift in the morning. I might have felt I was being pressured but as there was time to go for a drink, (the pubs closed early in those days) I directed her to take me to a pub I was familiar with.
It was a working man’s pub, and once we had settled in I sensed she wasn’t too comfortable there, still she didn’t complain, but later I was to realise it was a class thing, she was from the upper classes and not used to frequenting bars like this. Still it was pleasant enough and we chatted and afterwards she drove me home, and after a good night series of kisses I went inside.
Once inside I watched her car drive away and I wondered about what had been happening to me, still I had issues with my boyfriend to resolve and I intended to do that when I saw him the following night at the dance.
Robert and I’d had a relationship for the previous 7 or 8 months, it had started well as all relationships do with him treating me, taking me places, buying my drinks and even a carton of cigarettes each week. In return I took care of his sex needs, he had his own Flat which gave us lots of privacy for the sex games he liked. He bought me lots of sexy silk ensembles like waist cinchers, lacy bras, garter belts and French Knickers. He liked me to wear them and dance and do a strip tease for him before getting down to the real thing. He was also into photography and likes to take pictures of me in various poses, and also have me take pictures of him in his ‘costumes.’ (Wearing my stockings and underwear)
Like lots of men he liked his booze as well, and of course as I said I could hold my own in those days, I was a regular beer drinker, and scotch when some else was buying, and it made me popular with men.
Robert was quite a bit older than me, he was some kind of manager working for the city, and felt sure I had him hooked around my little finger. He slowly got more demanding and started to remind me how generous he was, and one night when he was quite loaded he actually told me I was his mistress, his plaything or words to that effect, I just forget the words he used.
When we met that night at the pub he started to tear a strip off me for not seeing him the week before, his big mistake. Instead of blowing up at him as I normally would, this time I acted meek and said I was sorry etc… After a couple of drinks he got back to being normal and I promised him I’d make up for it later. He drank quite a bit that night, but then he often did and this time I encouraged it.
When we got to the dance he was all over me, trying to fondle me as we danced, then some time before midnight I suggested we leave and go back to his flat. Being as he was ‘three sheets to the wind,’ there was no argument and I had to help him home. In his flat there was a teapot on the stove with some cold tea in it so I poured myself a generous measure in a whisky glass, (it was the color of whisky) then poured him a generous measure of scotch.
It wasn’t hard to get him to drink up and when he finished it I got him another, mean while I got into my dance routine for him. As I suspected from experience it wasn’t long before he was falling asleep, so I helped him to his bedroom. I undressed him and got him onto the bed where he finally fell into a stupor. Now I gathered up all the clothes I had there, including the sexy ones he’d bought me and placed them in a paper shopping bag, then found his collection of photographs and stuffed them in my handbag. Then gathering up all his cigarettes and emptied his wallet, (he treated me like his whore I might as well get paid I thought) then leaving the door of his flat wide open walked out on him for good. I stopped in the entrance way and pinned some pictures of him in drag on a notice board there, and left the building for good.
The next morning I woke up feeling angry, I guess I was depressed and didn’t realize it. I wasn’t too pleased with what I had done, some people have a wicked temper, but I had a vicious streak in me, well what was done was done. I had nothing to eat in my room so got dressed and went out and found a cafe and had something to eat washed down with lots of tea.
I felt very lonely at that time, I thought I was doing so well since I’d moved to a better neighbourhood in the city, and secured a better job. I definitely was being treated with more respect by strangers, and had grown to like it. It was like I was realizing with Robert I was being dragged back into the gutter. He thought I was a slut, his slut and I was to blame for it, not him. I began to realize the difference between being a slut and a lady was perception, and as a result that’s how they would treat you.
Catherine started creeping into my thoughts more and more as the afternoon wore on, she was a lady, she treated me as a lady at least in public, in private all she did was try to please me in any way I wanted. So it was up to me it seemed, I could try to drag her down to my level, or I could try to rise up to hers. Had I had other decent friends it might have been different, but as I said I felt all alone.
I found a phone box and phoned her, she was excited to hear from me I could tell. We chatted for a few minutes and then I asked her if she wanted to come and get me. She said she’d get dressed right away and come and get me, I said something like, ‘Don’t bother dressing, just throw on your coat and come right away’. ‘Oh no’ she replied, ‘I couldn’t do that, what if something was to happen and I wasn’t dressed properly what would people think.’ Months later I would realize that no matter what dark secrets some people might have, or what closets they might be in, their egos made them maintain their image in public as how they wanted to be perceived.
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