Read This Wonderful Story of a Lesbian"s "First Time"
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"I'm okay, I'm just very excited by you," I replied. "I don't want to stop. I've thought of this happening for a long time." I groaned softly, and moved in close to her, turning sideways to face her, my right arm curving around her back. This made me tremble even more. I felt so elated that this was happening, so fearful too that it would not live up to the fantasies about us I had been having, but mostly I felt weak from wanting her.
Her kisses fell all over my face, and her free hand began to roam my body. I was stroking her back and receiving her caresses with a kind of frozen ecstasy. When her hands reached my breasts, my intake of breath must have been as loud as the thunder outside. At this point, I moved my face to hers and our lips touched. So gently, so sweetly, we explored each other's mouths. My hands were on her breasts, so soft and large. She pulled her blouse up and I buried my face between those beautiful breasts. Her hand was reaching between my legs, touching me, between a layer or two of my clothing. I could hear her intake of breath when she discovered how much I wanted her, and she said, "I want to taste you."
My God, I had never heard anyone say those words to me before. Of all the men I had been with, none had expressed such a desire. I whispered to her that we should go to bed, and resume this in a softer place. She said we would have to be quieter inside, and I said I could handle it. She confessed not being sure how quiet she could be, but that she would try.
We rose slowly, nervously almost, as we took those steps towards a place where we knew there would be no turning back. After tonight, our lives and feelings about each other, our marriages, and ourselves would change. I gladly took those steps, wanting her so much, wanting to experience true feminine lovemaking with my best friend. I think she was not looking back either.
When we reached the bedroom, we paused awkwardly for a moment, then she held out her wonderful long arms, and I walked into them. My head fit perfectly in the hollow between her neck and breasts, and I nuzzled there. We began kissing again, as we moved to the bed and laid down. I laid on top of her warm soft body. I held her face cherishingly and kissed her deeply, while her hands caressed me all over.
Then, the most erotic thing happened. Sweet words began emerging from her lips, whispering to me how beautiful my body was, how gorgeous my breasts were, and how my skin was so soft. This verbalness was so unlike anything I had ever experienced, and it had been something I had dreamed about. How had she known?
She held me, and later I shifted so that we were lying side by side. Soon she was sleeping quietly in my arms. Unfortunately, I could not sleep because I felt that an earth shattering event had just happened in my life. Something that felt so natural and so right had just changed the way I viewed my sexual identity, my marriage, and Katharine. I would never be the same.
When I left Florida four days later, I began to tell this story to all my friends. I told my husband, and he left. I told my three brothers, and they were quietly skeptical. But most of all, I told myself that I had finally found happiness in the arms of a woman.
At Katharine's encouragement, I began dating in New York City. I enjoyed meeting and sleeping with a variety of women, but my heart remained Katharine's. Her marriage also ended, and she moved on to create her own life. Finally, after almost a year of a turbulent long-distance relationship and short intense trips to see each other, I decided to move to Portland. I needed to know what she and I could be if we were in the same place and could explore our relationship. Nine months after my arrival, our feelings and goals finally gelled and we have begun nurturing a serious relationship, based on the fateful meeting almost two years ago. But most of all, based on our sureness of who we are now, and who we want to be with.
Published in Early Embraces: True to Life First Time Lesbian Experiences, November 1996, by Alyson Publications. Reprinted with permission from the author.
"I'm okay, I'm just very excited by you," I replied. "I don't want to stop. I've thought of this happening for a long time." I groaned softly, and moved in close to her, turning sideways to face her, my right arm curving around her back. This made me tremble even more. I felt so elated that this was happening, so fearful too that it would not live up to the fantasies about us I had been having, but mostly I felt weak from wanting her.
Her kisses fell all over my face, and her free hand began to roam my body. I was stroking her back and receiving her caresses with a kind of frozen ecstasy. When her hands reached my breasts, my intake of breath must have been as loud as the thunder outside. At this point, I moved my face to hers and our lips touched. So gently, so sweetly, we explored each other's mouths. My hands were on her breasts, so soft and large. She pulled her blouse up and I buried my face between those beautiful breasts. Her hand was reaching between my legs, touching me, between a layer or two of my clothing. I could hear her intake of breath when she discovered how much I wanted her, and she said, "I want to taste you."
My God, I had never heard anyone say those words to me before. Of all the men I had been with, none had expressed such a desire. I whispered to her that we should go to bed, and resume this in a softer place. She said we would have to be quieter inside, and I said I could handle it. She confessed not being sure how quiet she could be, but that she would try.
We rose slowly, nervously almost, as we took those steps towards a place where we knew there would be no turning back. After tonight, our lives and feelings about each other, our marriages, and ourselves would change. I gladly took those steps, wanting her so much, wanting to experience true feminine lovemaking with my best friend. I think she was not looking back either.
When we reached the bedroom, we paused awkwardly for a moment, then she held out her wonderful long arms, and I walked into them. My head fit perfectly in the hollow between her neck and breasts, and I nuzzled there. We began kissing again, as we moved to the bed and laid down. I laid on top of her warm soft body. I held her face cherishingly and kissed her deeply, while her hands caressed me all over.
Then, the most erotic thing happened. Sweet words began emerging from her lips, whispering to me how beautiful my body was, how gorgeous my breasts were, and how my skin was so soft. This verbalness was so unlike anything I had ever experienced, and it had been something I had dreamed about. How had she known?
She held me, and later I shifted so that we were lying side by side. Soon she was sleeping quietly in my arms. Unfortunately, I could not sleep because I felt that an earth shattering event had just happened in my life. Something that felt so natural and so right had just changed the way I viewed my sexual identity, my marriage, and Katharine. I would never be the same.
When I left Florida four days later, I began to tell this story to all my friends. I told my husband, and he left. I told my three brothers, and they were quietly skeptical. But most of all, I told myself that I had finally found happiness in the arms of a woman.
At Katharine's encouragement, I began dating in New York City. I enjoyed meeting and sleeping with a variety of women, but my heart remained Katharine's. Her marriage also ended, and she moved on to create her own life. Finally, after almost a year of a turbulent long-distance relationship and short intense trips to see each other, I decided to move to Portland. I needed to know what she and I could be if we were in the same place and could explore our relationship. Nine months after my arrival, our feelings and goals finally gelled and we have begun nurturing a serious relationship, based on the fateful meeting almost two years ago. But most of all, based on our sureness of who we are now, and who we want to be with.
Published in Early Embraces: True to Life First Time Lesbian Experiences, November 1996, by Alyson Publications. Reprinted with permission from the author.
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