Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2008 10:47:31 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Midwestern Bride (lesbian / adult friends, F/F)

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                   Midwestern Bride
                         By
                        Jan

	There is still a strong religious influence in the
small towns of the Midwest.  Girls are taught to place
a strong value on refraining from sexual contact with
boys until they are married.  Virginia was just such a
girl.  Her family belonged to a non-denomination
church that takes each passage in the King James
Bible literally.

	They lived in a small town that never got any
larger than a couple of thousand people.  The State
allowed each county to establish drinking laws.  The
town was in a dry county.  That didn't stop the local
residents from driving down the interstate highway
the 30 miles to cross into a wet county to party and
stock up on booze.

	Virginia was an average looking girl from a mixed
breed of English, Irish and Scots.  She was well
respected and the boys in school knew she would not
put out.  As a result she did not get a lot of dates.
When she graduated from high school a young man
that was three years older than her asked her to
marry him.  She was thrilled to be asked and
accepted his proposal.

	The wedding was a typical small town wedding.
The women of the church made her wedding dress
and decorated the church and the Masonic Lodge for
the reception.  She still had romantic notions about
marriage.  She thought they would settle down on a
farm and raise a family.  She was to learn the hard
way that her dreams would not be the reality.

	When it came to sex she was inexperienced.  He
took her roughly and it hurt her a lot.  Even after her
virginity had been taken it continued to hurt.  She
laid there in the missionary position and endured her
husband's assaults.  She found that his breath was so
bad that she hated kissing him and while he was
fucking her he sweated so much that sweat dripped
from his face onto hers.  She would turn her head to
avoid kissing him and having the sweat dripping in her
eyes or mouth.  The discomfort of sex was bad
enough for her but his infidelities were the straw
that broke the camel's back.

	She eventually learned that he was involved with
a cocktail waitress in the neighboring wet county.  A
friend told her that the waitress had given him a son.
She was very upset.  In her community, women were
expected to turn a blind eye to their husband's
philandering but the insult and injury were more than
she could endure.  She filed for a divorce and even
had to endure listening to a judge admonish her for
not standing by her man.  Because he had promised
the judge he would be true to her.  She insisted that
she wanted to end the marriage.  If he wanted to
raise his son he could marry the other woman.

	In a small town like that she was looked upon as
a fallen woman and tragic because she could not
please her man.  Most adults in a town like that,
possessed by their religious self-righteousness,
turned a blind eye to men cheating on their wives.  So
a divorced woman was slightly ostracized, if not
pitied.  She had to endure losing what few friends
she had before the divorce.

	She had to move back into her parent's house
and seek employment as a secretary for a granary
many miles away.  Her only concession to vanity was
every Saturday she would visit the only beauty parlor
to have her hair styled.  Because of the looks she got
from the local women she deliberately made her
appointments late in the evening in hopes to have the
salon to herself.  She had settled down to the life of
an old maid.  She was only 25-years old but acted as
if she was much older.  Then the beauty salon hired a
rather young woman that did not fit into the
conservative town at all.

	The beautician was not any older than Virginia.
She would have stood out in a crowd simply because
of the color of her hair.  Her hair was violet colored
and cropped way to short for the tastes of the
conservative women in the town.  It took the ladies
months before they were willing to sit in her chair.
They eventually learned that she may look strange
but she could fix their hair the way they liked.

	Her name was Iris.  Virginia identified with her
because of the way she was treated and was one of
the first women to allow her to cut her hair.  She
turned out to be a wizard when it came to
conditioning hair and styling it.  Virginia's hair never
looked better.  Over the weeks they became casual
friends and Virginia had told Iris about her marriage.
Iris was sympathetic and understanding.

	One late afternoon the owner had left the two
chair salon for Iris to close up after she finished
Virginia's hair.  Iris led her to the back room where
there was a deep sink with a reclining chair that
allowed them to lay the patron on their back and wash
their hair.  While Iris was washing Virginia's hair she
did something unusual.

	After washing her hair, Iris bent over and
kissed Virginia on the mouth.  Virginia was too
stunned to react.  When Iris placed her hand on her
breast Virginia tried to sit up but was held down by
Iris.

	When Iris kissed her again she forced her
tongue into Virginia's mouth.  Virginia had never even
known anyone that had a dumbbell in their tongue
before and certainly had never been kissed with one
before.  After the first shock she found the kiss
very interesting.

	Unlike her husband's foul smelling breath of a
nasty mix combination of bacteria from tooth decay
and cigarettes, Iris' breath was as sweet as
spearmint gum.  She had heard about women that
prefer sex with women.  She had never used the
nasty word before and hated even thinking of the
word.

	Iris grew bolder as she squeezed Virginia's
breast.  Her kisses became more intense.  Virginia's
mouth went slack until she realized she was kissing a
woman.  Then she recoiled and tried to sit up but Iris
held her down.

	Iris said, "I didn't mean to shock you.  Relax; I
would never force you to do anything you didn't want
to do.  I just wanted to let you know how I feel about
you.  I just want you to think about it for awhile.

	She dried her hair and loosely wrapped it in a
towel before she helped Virginia to sit up and led her
back to her chair.  She rolled her damp hair in large
rollers before putting her under the hair dryer and
giving her a fashion magazine to read.  While
Virginia's hair was drying, Iris went about cleaning up
the place so that as soon as she was finished she
could close up.

	Virginia had a hard time concentrating on the
magazine because she was thinking about the kiss.
Everything she had been taught told her it was wrong
to be thinking about what Iris was proposing they do
but the kiss had been very heady.  She was telling
herself that her marriage had been a bust so why not
find out what it was like to have sex with another
woman.  What the hell, she was already a fallen
woman as far as this little hick town thought.

	When the timer shut off the dryer Iris was
there to get her out from under the dryer and back
into her chair.  While her hair was still in rollers she
plucked and shaped Virginia's eyebrows.  She set
about brushing out the hair.  When she had the soft
waves arranged the way she wanted she used just
enough hairspray to hold the hair in place.  There was
no mention about the kiss.

	Virginia paid her bill and headed for her
parent's home.  She had a restless night thinking
about the kiss and the feeling of Iris' hand on her
breast.  The only way she got any rest that night was
to masturbate so many times she fell asleep while
still masturbating.  She had all week to think about
what Iris was offering and the more she thought
about it, the more she felt like giving it a try.

	The day for her appointment eventually arrived
she was nervous.  At least when she arrived at the
salon, there was no one there but Iris.  She was all
business while she washed and fixed Virginia's hair.
When she finally removed the sheet from around her
neck Iris asked, "Would you like to visit my home?  It
is not much more than a chicken coop but at least no
one would bother us."

	Virginia sounded rather hoarse when she said,
"I guess so."

	Iris closed up and Virginia and Iris walked the
couple of blocks to a cheap motel off of the main
drag.  It had been on the main drag before they re-
routed the highway around town.  The motel was
rundown and in need of a paint job.  Iris led her to
one of the rooms in the back.  She had not lied; it was
not much of a place to live.  There was just one room,
a closet and a bathroom.  The grout in the tile was in
a sad state and the toilet leaked.

	Iris offered her a drink and made them a couple
of glasses of whiskey and water.  She produced a pot
pile and asked Virginia if she would like a hit.  Virginia
had never smoked pot before but was nervous enough
to try.  She thought it would allow her to relax.

	She took a drag like it was a cigarette.  Iris
chucked, "Honey, you have to hold the smoke in your
lungs as long as possible."

	The second drag she held the smoke in as long
as she could.  She sputtered a few times before she
coughed and had to release the smoke.  It did not
take long before the effects kicked in.  She felt like
the lights had been turned down.  She felt a little
paranoid at first.

	It took Iris only a short time to get Virginia to
relax.  Virginia had gotten used to the smell of the
moldy carpet.  She didn't resist when Iris started
removing her clothes.  Her clothes just seemed to
melt away.  When Iris ran her hands over her body it
felt like ants were crawling all over her body.  When
Iris kissed her it was sweet and gentle.  She found
herself returning the kiss.  She just did not know
what to do or what to expect.  Before Iris removed
Virginia's underwear she started removing her own
clothes.

	Virginia sat there feeling foolish as she watched
Iris undress.  She unbuttoned her own smock and
removed it.  She had on a thin nylon bra that did
little more than lift her round breasts.  As Iris
removed her bra Virginia could not help but notice
the patch of underarm hair.  She had never seen a
woman with underarm hair.  Virginia had never seen a
woman with a tattoo either and the dragon straddling
her shoulder was very colorful.  When Iris stood up
to remove her skirt, Virginia saw that she also had
belly jewelry.  There was a U-bolt in her navel.  When
Iris pulled down her panties, Virginia was wondering if
Iris trimmed her pubic hair or shaved it but she was
to find out that Iris not only did not shave but there
was a wicked looking snake crawling out of the dark
patch of pubic hair.  She was a little frightened by
the gothic female.  She had only seen women like that
on TV before.  When Iris was totally naked, she
finished undressing Virginia.

	Virginia felt uncomfortable being undressed by
another woman.  She was intimidated by the gothic
look of Iris.  Her body felt as if every muscle was
numb.  She was not even sure if she could stand up.
It seemed as if the room was very dark.  She had no
idea that it was caused by her eyes being dilated so
much.  She was lowered back on the bed and she felt
Iris' mouth on her tits.  She even felt the tongue bolt
flipping against her nipple.  It was as if every nerve in
her body was attached to that nipple.

	She lay there as Iris licked the middle of her
body on her way south to the junction of Virginia's
legs.  She had shaved her pubic hair just enough to
ensure stray hairs would not embarrass her, as if she
ever planned on letting anyone get that close.
Virginia was about to find out why Iris had that bolt
in her tongue.  She hammered at the clit with the
bolt until Virginia thought she was going to pee.  She
had never had anyone suck her pussy before.  She
had read about it but thought it was just romantic
bullshit.  Now she was finding out that she had been
missing the best sex of life.  She could not believe
just how strong her climax was.  It was as if she had
never had one before.

	She was still basking in the afterglow when Iris
turned around so that she could mount her head.
Virginia could smell the clean smelling soap on the
inside of Iris' thighs and a faint odor of the perfume
she used.  When Virginia focused her eyes she was
looking up at Iris' unshaved pussy.  She had never
seen anything like Iris before.  The dark hairs were
on her legs and tailed between her legs to ring her
asshole.  The labia and skin around her asshole had a
smoky gray color.  It gave her pussy an exotic look
that made her wonder why her pussy looked so
different.  She didn't know how to ask the question.
Iris was only thinking about her own sexual desires at
the moment.

	She lowered her pussy down to the mouth under
her.  Virginia found herself being smothered by the
damp flesh of a pussy.  She could smell the odor of
Iris' pussy.  She had always thought the smell of
pussies was nasty but right now she thought the odor
was mouth watering.  The gray labia spread over her
mouth like a gas mask.  Her nose was being wedged
between her butt cheeks.  The hairs were tickling her
nose and she could smell Iris' asshole.  It surprised
her that she actually liked the smell.  She was
reluctant to actually stick out her tongue.  She didn't
have to do it as it turned out. Iris ground her pussy
into Virginia's face.  She didn't stop until she had
satisfied herself.

	When she was ready she turned around and lay
on top of Virginia.  At least this time when they
kissed her mouth didn't taste as sweet because it
tasted like pussy for awhile.  Virginia had never felt
so relaxed before.  She fell asleep with Iris lying on
top of her.  Later she woke up feeling hungry but
there was no food and Iris was still lying on top of
her.  She did feel guilty the next morning.  She
wanted to slip out of the strange bed and get
dressed and get away before Iris woke up.
Unfortunately that was not to be.

	The minute she moved in an effort to slip out of
bed it woke up Iris.  Iris, on the other hand, felt
proud of herself.  She had seduced another woman.
To her it was just another notch on her bedpost.
When she felt Virginia move she reached for her.
She managed to grasp one of her breasts.  Virginia
froze.  She didn't know what to do.

	Iris held her down and leaned over Virginia so
that she could kiss her.  She knew that her breath
was foul but she didn't care.  By the time she realized
Iris was sticking her tongue between her lips, Virginia
was not thinking about smells or tastes.  She was
feeling like she was a nasty woman but it was turning
her on.  She relaxed her legs when Iris ran her hand
down her body.  She welcomed the feeling of the
hand between her legs.  It did not take much
stimulation before Virginia was panting like a
marathon runner.  She reached over Iris' arm and felt
for that lovely patch of dark hair.  While she was
playing with the dark tentacles she had to ask, "Why
are your nipples and the skin around your pussy so
dark?"

	Iris chuckled, "I take after my mother.  She
was from India and my father was an American.  She
was from Mumbai, India. They met at the University
of California at Berkeley."

	The next question from Virginia was to be
expected, "How did you ever manage to wind up in a
town like this?"

	Iris said, "I grew up in the Oakland area.  My
parents were latter-day-hippies.  Their friends were
free thinkers.  One of my mother's friends was
always close to me.  She used to take me shopping in
San Francisco.  When I was 12-years old she took me
shopping because I had had my first period.  She
bought me some sexy underwear and then took me to
a tea room.

	It was the kind of place that served watercress
sandwiches and herbal tea.  I noticed that there were
only women there.  I didn't think much about the
women holding hands and kissing each other's cheeks
until I saw a couple sitting by themselves.  I thought
they were mother and daughter.  The daughter
looked to be about the age of my mother.  I saw the
older woman slip her hand under the table cloth.  I
could not see what she was doing but the younger
woman started moaning and gripping the table.  It
reminded me of the scene in the move "When Sally
met Harry" and Meg Ryan faked an orgasm in a deli in
front of Billy Crystal.  I figured the older woman was
masturbating the young woman.  I was embarrassed
watching them but when the younger one let out a
lung full of air and relaxed, everyone in the room
applauded.

	I looked at my mother's friend and whispered,
"Is this a lesbian tea room?"

	She smiled, "Yes, Dear, does that bother you?"

	We talked about that for a short time before
she suggested that we visit the home of a friend of
hers so we could talk about that more.  When we
arrived at the home of her friend they kissed and
after showing us around her apartment she excused
herself saying she had a date and said feel free to
enjoy her home.  When we were alone I asked Helen
if she was a lesbian.  She asked if it would bother me
if she were.  I told her it would not bother me.  She
told me she was.  I asked if my mother knew.  Helen
only said that they had been friends at Berkeley.

	She would not say more about that subject.
She told me that she had wanted to seduce me but
had waited until I was a woman.  I felt so mature
having had a period and was growing pubic hairs.  My
breasts were swelling by then and I did enjoy playing
with them.  Now a woman my mother's age was letting
me know that she lusted after me.  That afternoon
she introduced me to the pleasures of Sapphic love in
the bed of her friend.  We became lovers after that.
I also experimented with other girls and women.  I
became gothic and got the body piercing and tattoos
before I graduated from high school.  I went to
beauty school because I knew I only wanted to be
around women.  I fell in love with an older woman and
lived with her for a couple of years.

	Virginia asked, "What kind of woman was she?"

	Iris paused, "She was into S&M.  She could tell
that Virginia had no idea what she was talking about.
She explained that she was a woman that got sexual
gratification from dominating younger women.  She
spanked her and did other things to punish her
before she made her service her sexually."

	That shocked Virginia.  She didn't know what to
say.  "How did you wind up in this little hick town?"

	Iris said, "I had to get away from her because I
was losing my ability to do anything for myself.  I was
looking for some place to get lost for awhile.  I met
the sister of the owner of this shop and she put me in
touch with her.  She happened to need someone to
work the second chair.  I had no idea just how
provincial the town was.  I was going crazy without
sex.  When I learned about your divorce and the way
the locals treat you, I set about seducing you."

	Virginia said, "I never would have believed I
could have had such a strong orgasm before.  I
thought movies like "When Sally met Harry" were
just Hollywood fiction.  Do you want me to do to you
what you did to me?"

	Iris was resting on one elbow and she was
drawing circles around one of Virginia's areolas with
her fingernail.  Her head was only inches away from
Virginia's, "Honey, you don't have to do anything you
don't want to do.  I am perfectly happy to be the one
to make love to you."

	Virginia said, "It frightened me to lick your
pussy last night but it did thrill me.  Will you teach
me?"

	Iris kissed her lips gently and whispered,
"Honey, I don't need to teach you.  All you have to do
is what you feel like doing.  You will learn what works
the best in time."

	Virginia turned her body towards Iris' and she
kissed her.  Now it was her turn to explore the body
of a woman.  She was fascinated by the difference
between their bodies.  There was of course the fact
that Iris was as dark as any Mexican Virginia had
seen but she had never seen a woman that had
areolas, labia and asshole that shade of smoky
grayish brown before.  She had to touch her breasts
and play with the nipples.  She studied the tattoo on
her shoulder.  She had never seen a woman with a
tattoo before.  It seemed to be very rebellious and
antisocial.  She studied the colorful design and
wondered why she had selected such an elaborate
design.  She was taking her time as if she was
committing every detail of Iris' body to memory.

	It was as if she wanted all of their bodies to
touch so she wrapped her white leg over Iris' legs
while she felt every part of her upper body.  She was
drawn to the dark private part like a moth to a flame.
The pubic hairs were straight and very coarse.  They
looked as if the hairs had been combed.  She already
knew what her labia looked and smelled like from the
night before.  This morning she used her fingers to
part the flower of her womanhood so that she could
study it.

	The time she was taking was driving Iris crazy.
She wanted Virginia to kiss her pussy and she begged
her to suck her pussy.  Virginia understood what she
was doing to Iris and stuck her tongue unto the wet
folds.  She was captivated by the texture of her skin.
The mucus filled her nose with a thick liquid that
made it hard to breath.  The smell would linger in her
nose all day.

	Iris was the one that begged her to stick her
finger into her asshole.  Virginia was reluctant to
oblige her because she thought it was too nasty to
stick her finger into the hole that Iris shit out of.
Eventually she stuck one finger into the puckered
hole.  She lifted her head to watch the reaction she
was inducing in Iris.  She had never seen anyone react
the way Iris was thrashing around.

	Eventually Virginia had to get dressed and go
home.  Her parents started noticing that Virginia was
happier and spending more time away from the house.
They thought she was seeing another man.  They
would have probably disowned her if they found out
she was in love with a woman.  When Virginia
announced that she was moving to California they
were shocked that she was moving so far from home.
They resigned themselves that she was serious.  They
thought she was just driving west with her friend.

	Virginia didn't need to pack a lot of clothes
because she was planning on changing her life
completely.  She was even contemplating the
possibility of getting a tattoo.  She had discovered
that Iris enjoyed being fisted in both holes and was
getting used to Iris stretching her openings too.



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