Date: Sat, 16 Apr 2011 10:14:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Carina and Pauli (lesbian/beginnings, oral, F/F)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women.
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              Carina and Pauli
                     By
                    Jan

	They say, "Be careful what you wish for,
because you may get it."  I grew up with the same
romantic notion as many of my contemporaries.  It
was my burning desire to get married young to a
handsome man, and have several children of my own.

	I grew up in the south bay area of Torrance,
California in a predominantly Mexican community.
My family was second generation Mexican-
Americans.  We were raised with a strong belief in
the Roman Catholic Church.

	It is worth noting that nature and my mother's
genes had blessed or cursed me with a nice figure,
and breasts that attracted a lot of attention.  I
never lacked for male attention.  I preferred older
men, because they seemed so much more mature.

	I fell in love with a guy that was the friend of
my older brother, we were married by the time I was
sixteen. He was also Mexican, that was 25-years-old.
I didn't finished high school, which turned out to be
a big mistake.  My true love turned out to be less
than faithful.  Our lack of formal educations limited
the employment options available to us.  He was
fortunate enough to get the job at the Union oil
refinery.  The worst thing was that he worked
rotating shifts, every week he changed from day to
night, to graveyard.  I considered myself lucky to
get a job working for the Revlon perfume factory,
on the assembly line.  It was boring work, and hardly
paid the utility bills.  We had decided not to have
children until we could afford them.  It turned out
that that was a fortuitous decision.

	One day a perfume bottle broke, falling from
the conveyor line, cutting my leg.  I was sent home
for the day, to look after the wound.  My loving
husband had been working the nightshift, so I was
looking forward to getting to spend a romantic day
with him.  I had to take the bus home.  Upon
entering our little one bedroom apartment, I found
the bastard in bed with a little bottle blonde
teenager.  I flew into a rage, throwing everything
possible at the naked ass of the son-of-a-bitch.  The
little teenage girl cowered at the headboard, trying
to cover up her naked body with a pillow.  The only
redeeming pleasure, kicking his sorry ass out, was
watching him fleeing down the apartment stairs bare
assed naked.  I screamed at the girl, "Get your ass
off of my bed, and get dressed!  Please, don't ever
let me see you again!"  After kicking his sorry ass
out, the problem became how I was going to make
the rent and feed myself.

	It did not take long before my economic
struggles became evident.  I lost weight for lack of
money for food.  I was lucky to eat once a day, and
my wardrobe was become threadbare.  It drew the
attention of the other women I worked with.  One in
particular, she was a middle aged woman, named
Pauline.  She preferred to be called Pauli though.
She befriended me, and offered to help me.  The
other women warned me not to take her up on her
offer, because she was a dike.

	I had very little knowledge about what the
word dike meant.  I knew what they did to each
other sexually, but didn't know why they preferred
that type of sex.  I was ambivalent about her
sexuality, she was just a friend.

	I had always thought her fashion choices were
strange, but I felt her personal life was none of my
business.  She had never been anything but kind to
me.  Pauli's hair was cropped rather short, and she
used mousse to comb her hair like a man.  Her
clothes were feminine, but looked very masculine in
style.  The way she dressed didn't bother me,
besides I had thought the way she dressed had more
to do with working on an assembly line.  I had
assumed she dressed more feminine when she was
not working; just the same, she was pleasant
company.

	I was in no place to refuse friendship from
anyone.  When she learned about my financial
situation she insisted on buying me lunch at work.  I
had no reason to suspect that her interest in me was
nothing more than platonic.  Everything she did for
me was almost motherly.  I wanted my independence,
but eventually admitted to myself, that I could not
support myself on my salary.  During one of my
depressed moods, as a result of delinquent notices
for lack of payment, I told Pauli about my dilemma.
She offered to allow me to move in with her.  She
even suggested that before we committed to such a
living arrangement that we spend a couple of nights
together at her place.

	We agreed to spend the weekend together
starting on Friday night.  I brought a bag with a
change of clothes and toiletries to work with me on
the bus.  After work she drove me to her place,
where we changed clothes before we went out for
dinner.  She treated me to a sumptuous meal, and a
romantic comedy, before we headed back to her
apartment.  We had a nightcap, while we talked
about ourselves.

	After the usual small talk, I finally opened up,
and told her my story.   I told her about how I had
been an innocent virgin when I got married.  I
admitted that I had no sexual experience before my
wedding night.  The first time he fucked me had
been very painful.  He took me repeatedly until it
didn't hurt me.  I also found it disgusting the way he
made me suck his cock to get him hard, and clean his
cock after fucking me.  He also decided as a birth
control method to fuck me in the ass.  That took
even longer to get used to.  I hated it when he made
me suck his cock after fucking my ass.  Pauli was
very sympatric with my feelings, before she told me
her story.

	She told me about how she had always been a
tomboy, growing up.  Guys made fun of her all of the
time, but she was stronger, and faster than they
were.  She was better at baseball, basketball and
even football that any boy her age.  She had no idea
that she was gay until...she met an older woman.

	She was a nice woman that was a fan of all of
the girls' sports teams.  It turned out that she was a
sports medicine therapist.  She had seen her at
almost all of her games.  She was lettering in four
sports at high school.  At one of her basketball
games she had been blocked right into the bleachers,
as a result she damaged her left knee.  She had been
sent to that woman for rehabilitation of her knee,
after surgery.  While working on her leg, the woman
talked to her constantly.  She trusted the woman
implicitly, when the woman asked her if she could
make love to her, she couldn't refuse.  She taught
her everything about the way women can please each
other.  It went well until the small town gossips
found out about their relationship.  It became
unbearable in that town, so she decided to go west.
She had heard that California was where all the
queers lived.  Pauli figured as long as she was one,
she might as well live where she would be accepted.

	When she arrived in LA, she had no place to go.
She managed to be directed to the 'Midnight
Mission.'  A social worker helped get her into the
YWCA and found her a job.  She told me that she
had never seen the ocean before, and spent a lot of
her spare time on the Venice beach.  That had been
the beach at the end of the bus line from the
YWCA.  She met her true love on the beach.  The
woman's name was Karen, a truly lovely woman.  The
minute she offered to share her beach towel with
her, Pauli fell in love with her right way.  When the
sun was going down, and she had to catch the bus
back to the Y, we agreed to meet there next
Saturday.

	The next Saturday she was at the beach bright
and early.  She was sitting on the sea wall, when the
woman approached, with her towel slung over her
shoulder, and a picnic basket in hand.  They staked
out an area on the white sandy beach.  They talked
and talked all day.  She had never heard of 'Muscle
Beach.'   It was fascinating watching the body
builders working out.  Pauli had never sunbathed
much.  She was sunburned so bad that she looked
like a cooked lobster.  Karen insisted on taking her
home, to look after her sunburn.  She applied some
sort of lotion all over her body.  When the pain
subsided, Karen continued stoking her body.  I could
not resist kissing her.  That was the start of our
love.  We became like husband and wife to each
other, until she was diagnosed with lung cancer.  It
took her about three years to waste away.  That was
a couple of years ago.

	I felt her pain at the loss of someone so close
to her.  I placed my hand on her shoulder, to
comfort her, and she broke down sobbing hopelessly.
I hugged her while she cried herself out.  The
shoulder of my blouse was wet by the time she
calmed down.  She apologized profusely.  By the time
she had finished her story and calmed down, it was
late.

	It was an awkward moment.  I had never slept
with another female, other than relatives before.  I
felt a little uncomfortable going to bed with a
woman that admitted to having sex with other
women.  I didn't know what I would do if she made a
pass at me.

	Eventually we had to admit that it was time to
go to bed.  When we retired to her bedroom it was
just awkward as we prepared for bed.  I felt
uncomfortable undressing in the same room with
Pauli because I didn't know if seeing me naked would
excite her so much that she would rape me.  At the
same time fantasying about this older woman
ravishing my body and doing things to me was
exciting too.  My heart was racing.  I was as nervous
as the first night of my marriage.

	I watched Pauli undress with interest, because
I had never seen her in anything but long sleeved
blouses.  When she removed her blouse I saw that
her left shoulder had an elegant tattoo on it.  There
were colorful flowers surrounding the portrait of an
attractive woman, with long hair.  I had to ask about
the tattoo.  She casually told me, "It was a picture
of Karen, her first love.

	Pauli finished undressing while she continued to
elaborate about her relationship with Karen before
cancer overtook her lover.  I studied her body as she
removed her clothes.  Her figure was slender, and I
could count her ribs, and see her hip bones.  Her
breasts were not large at all, they sagged a little.
She didn't remove her panties.  I guess she kept
them on because I had kept mine on.  I produced a
nightgown from the paper sack I had brought with
me, and slipped it on.  Pauli put on her own
nightgown.

	She turned out the light.  As we settled down
on the bed, and covered up, I was captivated by the
warmth of her body, along with the aroma of her
perfume, and the smell of laundry soap on her
sheets.  I had been nervous about what she would do
to me.

	I eventually turned to face her and ask her
pointed questions, with our faces mere inches away
from each other.  I asked her, "How do women make
love to each other?"

	Pauli said, "Carina, I was attracted to you the
moment I saw you."

	That made me pause to think about her
comment.  "Why are you attracted to me?"

	Pauli was looking deep into my eyes.  I could
feel her breath on my face.  I wanted to touch her.
I just wasn't sure about my own feelings.  I had been
brought up to believe that women like her were going
to hell for defying GOD's will.  Everything I had been
taught by my mother and the church told me to fear
people like her, at the same time I had a strong
desire to find out what it would be like to have sex
with her, regardless of what I had been taught
about the evils of such activities.

	I placed my hand on one of her small breasts
and felt the nipple pressing against the palm of my
hand.  Pauli let out a sigh, and kissed me on the
mouth.  She wrapped her arm around my shoulders
and pulled me against her body.  I could feel her
warm body pressed against my body.  She moved her
leg between mine and pressed her crotch against my
thigh.  She placed her hand on my much larger
breasts, and massaged them vigorously.  She sat up
with one leg over mine and the other between them.
That way she was able to bring her hairy pussy in
contact with my pussy.  By rocking her hips back and
forth she was able to rub our cunts against each
other's.  The result was our clits were being
stimulated.  I had never experienced a climax that
way before.

	I had masturbated to get off and had climaxed
from being fucked by my husband, but never the way
Pauli had made me cum.  After I had cum she went
down on me to lap up my pussy juice.  All I can say is
that Pauli was better at sucking pussy than anyone
that had ever sucked my pussy before.  When I
climaxed I held her head against my pussy until I
finished going through the longest body shaking
climax I had ever experienced.

	When I let go of her head she came back up
my body and kissed me.  It was very stimulating to
smell my pussy juice on her face.  I could even taste
my moist juice on her face and in her mouth.  I had
been a little reluctant to concede my willingness to
actually put my mouth on the pussy of another
woman before that evening.  Now I was determined
to taste her pussy.  I started working my way down
her body by taking hold of her small breasts and
sucking on the soft flesh.  When she had enough of
my sucking on her tits, she pressed gently on my
shoulders to encourage me to move down her body.

	Her body had very little fat, so when I got
below her navel I could feel her flesh sink in until I
reached her pubic hair.  I smelled the strong odor of
her pubic hair, as I moved down to her pubic bone.
As I moved to her cunt I found a stiff ridge of
moist skin that led to her labia hooded clitoris.  I
was fascinated to see just how much her clitoris
looked like a little penis.  Sucking on her clit elicited
the same kind of response as sucking my husband's
cock.  While I was sucking her clit, I started
sticking fingers into the barrel of her pussy.  With
the insertion of each finger she only moaned her
pleasure.  I soon tried to insert my whole hand.  I
could tell having my hand stuffed into her pussy was
uncomfortable for Pauli, but all she did was moan
and beg me to fuck her harder.  I could mark how
much of my arm went into her by the wetness on my
forearm.  I knew by the time she came that I was in
love with her, and would do anything she asked of
me.



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