Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2009 20:43:12 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: I Saw the Light- lesbian beginnings

I Saw the Light
By: Jackie

PREFACE:

This is a story told to me by a fellow `lipstick lesbian'. I hadn't started
writing when I knew Doris. It's been a few years since I've seen her but I
can never forget her description of her first same sex experience.

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"Why don't you come in and let me make dinner for us," Samantha said as we
arrived back at her place from the airport.

I couldn't put my finger on why the very attractive brunette in my
passenger seat made me uneasy.

`Maybe it's just because I don't know her all that well,' I speculated.

I wasn't giving her a once over but I had to look somewhere other than in
her eyes as I tried to manufacture a reason to decline. The way she'd
twisted slightly sideways in the seat pulled the neck of her sundress open
a bit. It was already low cut enough to reveal some cleavage and my
passenger had the boobs to pull that off. Her sidesaddle position in the
seat afforded an even deeper view into the bodice of the dress; far enough
for me to be able to see a good portion of the upper slope of her right
breast all the way down to, and including, the upper margin of her skin
tone bra cup. I quickly averted my eyes from the apparently inadvertent
exposure.

The little pastel green sundress with big pink spiral swirls hugged her
midsection accenting the thrust of her bosom. When my gaze passed her hips
I realized that I had gone too far.

Her left knee was up on the seat while her right foot pushed against the
floor promoting the turn of her body. The result was that the hem of the
sundress was pulled way up her right leg showing off her incredibly soft
looking bare inner thigh.

"Come on... what are you going to do... go home to an empty house and make
dinner for yourself," she said several seconds after she'd issued the
original invitation to which I hadn't responded.

She was right of course. There was no one to rush home for.

I had picked up Samantha and Dennis from their home three hours ago with my
husband Todd riding shotgun. Together the four of us had gone to the
airport to see the men off on their business trip. The supplier that they
were going to perform a quality audit on had suggested that if they came in
on the Friday, instead of Monday that he could get them out for a couple
rounds of golf over the weekend at his private club. The opportunity of
free golf on a prestigious private course was irresistible to Dennis and
Todd in spite of the obvious intention to prejudice the audit.

I'd made myself a little plan about how I was going to spend the weekend
alone; what I'd eat and so on, but I really had no good reason to turn down
Samantha's offer other than the fact that she made me uncomfortable.

`If I could just figure out what it is that keeps me off balance maybe I
could get over it,' I thought. `The best way to figure it out would be to
spend some alone time with her... wouldn't it?'

"Okay, that'd be great!" I finally replied with more enthusiasm than I was
feeling.

My passenger, and soon to be hostess, flashed me her perfect white teeth
between her pouty blushing peach glossed lips.

"Wonderful, we'll have a nice dinner... some wine... get better
acquainted... it'll be fun!" she bubbled and patted my knee just below the
hem of my skirt.

The touch of her soft little hand on my bare flesh sent a thrill down my
spine. I shivered just a bit but I'm sure Sam didn't notice because she was
already opening her door.

Inside the split level ranch style house my hostess led me to the sunken
living room.

"What a lovely home you have," I complimented sincerely.

"Why thank you Doris. Coming from you I consider that very high praise. Can
I get you some wine?"

"Sure."

"Red... White... Rosè?" she listed the options.

"I'll have whatever you're having," I responded politely.

"Make yourself comfortable," Samantha said turning toward what I assumed
was the direction of the kitchen.

"I've got a lovely Rosè that's become my favorite... I think you'll enjoy
it too," she called over her shoulder as she disappeared around the corner.

Watching the sexy sway of her hips as she walked away, her overall beauty
struck me again.

`Is that it... you're jealous of her good looks... her youth?'

That was part of it at least.

She wasn't quite young enough to be my daughter. Although I didn't know her
age with certainty, I did know that I had considerably more than ten years
on her--probably closer to fifteen. My fortieth birthday was looming and
I was sure the spectacular woman who'd offered to make dinner wasn't much,
if at all, past twenty-five.

Her husband Dennis was a junior member of the team of engineers my husband
led. He'd only been with Todd's company a little over a year, fresh out of
college. Todd and I had seen Sam and her husband socially but only at
company functions so, while the men were quite comfortable seeing each
other everyday in the office, Sam and were just barely acquainted.

`That's what she'd said wasn't it... we can get better acquainted? It'll be
fun,' I hoped she was right, but first I had to get over my uneasiness.

Once again I tried to analyze, hoping that determining the root cause would
be a first step in overcoming it. I didn't really have any
"girlfriends". Other than the women I worked with, I spent very little time
with other females. Todd and I kept mostly to ourselves. Our social life
was, in a word, boring. After nearly twenty years of marriage we were still
very much in love and comfortable--content with just each other's
company.

So there it was, another factor; I just wasn't used to socializing with
other women, and especially one on one. It hadn't always been so. Before I
was married I had several friends through high school and college. I would
even have considered some of them close friends. Somehow those
relationships had not survived our commitments to our mates.

That's where I was, trying to recall how my old same sex friendships had
evolved and worked when Samantha arrived back carrying a tray with two long
stemmed glasses and a large bottle of pink liquid.

She set the tray down on the coffee table and stood up.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, but I just had to get into something more
comfortable."

My knees went weak and I fell rather than sat down on the couch. My hostess
had changed into a sort of a duster, or maybe it was a dressing gown. The
pale blue fabric had sheen to it and a ruffle that went around her neck and
down the wide lapels, ending at a tightly synched belt tied around her tiny
waist. She was standing there lifting and I could almost say massaging her
heavy and obviously unfettered breasts.

"Isn't it just the most wonderful thing when you can finally get your bra
off?" she proposed while she was manipulating her big fleshy tits.

I sat there speechless and although my mind was in turmoil I was
peripherally aware that my mouth was probably hanging open and my eyes were
almost painfully wide. That wasn't even the disturbing part. What put me
nearly into a state of shock was that my vagina began to clench and my
nipples were itching.

`I'm having a sexual reaction to this woman in her housecoat!' some part of
my brain screamed in utter disbelief.

When I managed to take my eyes off Sam's hands squeezing her boobs and
looked at her face I was afraid of what I might see there. She had to have
noticed my reaction, but there was nothing in her expression to indicate
it. The Mona Lisa smile did not reflect concern.

`Maybe she didn't even notice...' I kidded myself.

I had managed to close my mouth and felt my eyebrows return to a more
normal level, but the signals coming from my erogenous zones didn't
subside.

I've said that Todd and I were still very much in love but the fire was,
for the most part, only a memory. We made love once or twice a week and it
was nice. I enjoyed the physical closeness and the cuddling but rarely had
an orgasm. Sexual gratification was something I hadn't thought about in
quite sometime, so to have the urge overtake me so suddenly was
amazing. For it to have been caused by another woman was unthinkable--but
nonetheless true.

My mind picked up the train of thought I was considering before my hostess
had derailed it. How had my same sex relationships worked in the past? Had
I ever had any sexual attraction before?

`Of course not!' the denial was a knee jerk.

I could not suppress the memory of practice kissing early in high school. I
had done it with a couple of girlfriends--didn't everybody? That's what
I'd told myself at the time. It was a right of passage, something all kids
went through before they were ready to progress to relationships with the
opposite sex. The clarity of the recollection was startling. Those thoughts
hadn't crossed my mind in twenty-five years and suddenly it was like it had
happened yesterday.

`It wasn't sexual... it was just adolescent curiosity,' I lied to myself.

You can lie to yourself but it'll never be convincing. There's always that
voice deep inside that won't let you ignore the truth, and the truth was
that I enjoyed it--too much. I had always wished it would go further than
just kissing, but I was too shy to take the next step and--fortunately or
unfortunately--so were my girlfriends.

My lips had begun to tingle, or something. The sensation was really hard to
characterize but I recognized it as a burning desire to kiss, or be
kissed. Licking my lips only seemed to make it worse.

It seemed like for those few seconds that my eyes had been
disconnected. Wrestling with my shocking physiological reactions and long
dormant memories had transported me into a daydream state. When my visual
cortex re-engaged I wished that it hadn't.

Samantha was leaning way forward to pour the wine. Her breasts hung
pendulously from her chest and the lapels gaped providing me with a view
that slammed into my pussy like a hammer blow. I could see most of my young
hostess' tits and couldn't help asking myself when I had ever seen another
woman's breasts like this before--the answer was never.

It seemed to be taking an incredibly long time to pour the two glasses of
wine, or maybe it was just me. I fully realized that I was staring down the
neck of Samantha's robe but for those interminable seconds I was unable to
stop. When I finally tore my eyes off her boobs the expression on her face
told me that she'd noticed where my focus had been, but she didn't say
anything. She set the bottle back on the tray and took a seat in the easy
chair facing the couch that I was sitting on. The heat in my neck and face
told me that I was blushing.

"Here's to a girls' night in," she raised her glass as she proposed the
toast. I lifted my glass and as we clinked our eyes met.

Sam's eyes were an even deeper shade of brown than her thick luxurious
hair. They seemed to be searching, as if they were trying to reach inside
of me; to read my mind. We sipped and I broke the eye contact for fear that
she could actually do it. If she'd been able to read my thoughts she'd know
that I was dying to see the rest of her magnificent breasts--to see all
of her for that matter--I was so ashamed of myself.

"How do you like that?" she asked, at the same time she crossed her legs,
knee over knee. The dressing gown parted leaving her bare legs completely
exposed.

I knew that she was referring to the wine--wasn't she? The juxtaposition
of the question and the leg crossing action left me with some doubt.

"Wonderful!" I responded not deliberately trying to be ambiguous, but the
sentiment did apply to both.

The only reason that I couldn't see Samantha's crotch was because her
thighs were pressed together. Otherwise I had an unobstructed view of her
legs pretty much up to her hips. She was only an inch or so taller than me
but her legs looked so much longer than mine, not to mention being more
shapely.

"How do you keep yourself looking so young and fit... Oh! I didn't mean to
imply that you're old," Sam complmented and then immediately put her hand
over her mouth as if it could have been construed as an insult.

I had just drained my wine glass--which I drank much too fast. I almost
sprayed the mouthful of alcohol across the room when I heard her
question. I managed to swallow and cough a few times and by then the urge
to chuckle, that had caused me to choke in the first place, had passed.

"Oh my God Sam you can't be serious!" I challenged when I was finally able
to speak.

"I am... I'm being totally honest. You're so slim and trim... you have just
a wonderful figure," she continued the praise that in my opinion was
entirely undeserved.

My impending fortieth had been weighing on me ever since my thirty-ninth. I
found myself examining my body and face in the mirror every
day--sometimes twice a day--looking for new wrinkles and droops. Of
course the more I stressed the more I looked and the more I looked the more
I found. I had tested my husband's patience to the breaking point asking
for reassurance.

Being complimented so genuinely by my gorgeous younger companion went to my
head. I was feeling a little dizzy and couldn't separate the effect of the
ego boost from that of the alcohol.

"Well thank you very much. That really means a lot to me coming from
someone with a figure as spectacular as yours," I accepted the compliment
and sincerely returned it.

"Now you're just being kind," the stunning brunette responded as she
refilled our glasses.

"I mean come on... I look like a cow," she expressed her dissatisfaction;
"look at these!" As she spoke she began to heft her breasts, like she'd
done when she first arrived with the wine.

A powerful unseen force gripped me directly by the crotch, and the
squeezing sensation caused my whole body to be enveloped in a warm
tingle. I took a gulp of courage from my refilled glass. I had never been
much of a drinker--a cheap date, as my husband always says--so a glass
and a half of wine was enough to bring me to the verge of intoxication. My
inhibitions were fading. Without any conscious effort I was beginning to
enjoy the rare feelings of sexual arousal instead of fighting and denying
them.

"Most women would kill for, or at least pay a lot of money to have your
bust," I comforted my companion.

"I know they do it for men. Men really like them... but don't you think
that they're too big?"

Samantha had been looking down at her chest as she was lifting and sort of
wiggling her melons through the gown. She raised her eyes and looked
directly at me when she posed the question. The dark brown pools were
sending that piercing, probing, mind reading signal. Previously I'd been
afraid she'd actually be able to glean what I was thinking; but now I hoped
that she would.

Her fingers made deep impressions in the pliable fullness of her tits
and--God forgive me--I wished that they were my hands. The thin blue
robe was pulled tight over the front of her boobs with her hands underneath
and lifting. It was easy to see the pea sized bump straining at the
cloth. I wondered if it was coincidental or deliberate that her manicured
rosy peach painted thumb nail was resting up against her tumid nipple.

I thought I should say something, I mean she had asked me a question, but
not only could I not think clearly I was also feeling short of
breath. Seconds were ticking by in silence. I tried to maintain eye contact
but I couldn't stop myself from glancing down at my hostess' breasts.

Raising my stare to her face again, her expression had changed. The
searching, entreating look had become one of resolve--as though she'd
found what she looking for. Her pouty kissable looking lips bore that
Cheshire Cat grin, like the one she'd worn when I'd gaped at her massaging
her tits the first time.

It seemed like slow motion. Samantha slid forward off the chair to her
knees. In the process she slipped the knot out of her sash.

My heart and my pussy were pounding, my head was spinning and the whole
scene seemed surreal as she pulled the gown apart and knelt right in front
of me essentially naked. Any capability for rational thought evaporated at
the sight of my companions magnificent breasts.

"Feel them and see if you think they're too big," she sighed.

I heard the words but I just couldn't believe it.

It was like being in another dimension, a rift between two
universes. Behind was a dark place. I could almost hear my mother and
teachers calling out how sex between two women was wrong--immoral. Ahead
was a bright light that seemed to radiate warmth and love. The voices from
behind were getting fainter as I moved forward toward the light.

The warm feeling in my hand was Samantha's breast. Not waiting for me to
crossover she'd taken the initiative and put my hands on her
tits. Instinctively I captured her long semi-erect nipples and began
tugging and twisting.

She'd referred to herself as a cow and the way I was manipulating her was
remarkably similar to milking. The guttural sounds she made were very
evidently from pleasure.

Her hands were on my bare knees and sliding upward pushing my skirt up
ahead of them. I looked down just as the hem was raised high enough to
reveal the crotch of my sensible cotton briefs. I almost expected to see
steam rising; my pussy felt so hot. I did catch a waft of the delicate
fragrance I recognized as my own arousal.

The kneeling woman lowered her face to my crotch and began gently kissing
and licking my inner thighs. Bent forward as she was, took her boobs out of
range so I let myself sag against the backrest of the sofa. My eyes were
closed but I still felt bathed in bright light and heat.

I could not believe how sensual Samantha's sucking kisses and licks were,
and she hadn't even reached my vulva. I was already more aroused than I had
ever been in my life.

When her face pressed into the fleshy bulge of my mons through the cotton
cover my constant moan became a groan. I felt her hot breath through my
panties and her lips or her tongue moving over my swollen lips. I knew that
the pressure and the movement of her face would have broken the containment
and that my plentiful vagina fluids would now be soaking through.

I let out a deep sigh that turned into a wail as she pulled the crotch
gusset aside and began to explore my outer folds with her tongue. I
couldn't say exactly what she was doing, just that I'd never felt anything
like it before.

Todd and I had oral sex and he had applied his mouth to my vulva many times
but I usually didn't seem to get much out of it. It was probably just my
perception, but I always felt that he did it out of some misguided sense of
fairness. He absolutely loves it when I give him head and it seemed to me
that he did me thinking that I'd have to reciprocate--which I usually did
but not for the reasons he thought.

There was barely a similarity between my husband's half-hearted efforts and
what the gorgeous busty brunette was doing to me. Her tongue licked and
stroked, probed and flicked. Her lips sucked and caressed, in between
pulling my labia out and I would have believed that she was gently chewing
on it. Although I felt myself loosing control of my pelvis--it was moving
and jerking all on its own--I tried to hold back. The stimulation was so
varied that it seemed every second was different and I wanted it to go on
forever and never end.

I was, and am, no anatomy buff but I knew that the hot pressure in my lower
belly was coming from my uterus. When Samantha's tongue began to tease the
firm nubbin at the top of my crease I knew that I would not be able to
resist against the direct stimulation of my clitoris.

I exploded in a blinding flash of light and heat that was more powerful
than anything I could ever have imagined. The sheer ecstasy lasted ten
seconds and then the somewhat familiar plunge into blissful serenity
began. The wash of tranquility was tempered by the fact that Sam as still
sucking gently on my upper labia.

It was like a yo-yo sleeping when the string is yanked. Suddenly and
inexplicably I was on the nose cone of a rocket again shooting to another
climax, so fast that I barely had time to realize what was happening. The
second climax wasn't quite as powerful as the first but since I had always
been a little skeptical about claims of multiple orgasms the phenomenon
amazed me. The third one was smaller still but it was comparable to the
ones I had with Todd on the rare occasions when I did reach one.

The yo-yo string was yanked a forth time but I pushed Samantha away. My
muscles felt as though I'd been doing hard labor for days. The burn of the
lactic acid build up made me feel weak.

The setting sun shone in through the living room blinds and bathed my
lesbian lover in a bright pink and orange light. My pussy juice glistened
on her face.

"Too much?" she asked smiling broadly flashing those perfect white teeth.

At some point she must have shrugged the robe off because she was between
my legs completely naked. What welled in my chest at that moment I can only
describe as adoration. I was suddenly obsessed with the desire to give her
the same incredible feelings she'd just given me.

I pulled her toward me and she obviously did most of the work to get up on
the couch beside me. Our lips engaged and I tasted my own juices for the
first time. We devoured each other's mouth sucking and licking and biting
which caused entirely different but equally thrilling waves of pleasure to
wash over me. My need to satisfy her was getting ever stronger.

I slipped off the sofa to the floor and tried to push her legs apart but
she resisted and stood up instead. Pulling me to my feet she said,

"No sweetheart not here... I want you naked too," with that she began
dragging me toward the hallway that I learned led to the bedroom.

The removal of my blouse and skirt was a joint effort and done in such
frenzy that I was surprised nothing got ripped. We embraced and she reached
around and released my bra. A wave of embarrassment swamped me as she
pulled the brassiere off. My `B' cups, high and firm as they are, were so
pathetic juxtaposed with Samantha's magnificent jugs. Instinctively I
crossed my arms over my chest.

"Oh no darling... don't hide them, they're so beautiful," she complimented
and pulled my arms away.

The oral tribute she paid to my boobs sent me soaring again. In my new
universe I had a hair-trigger. The way I threw her on the bed was almost
violent. The need to return the pleasure before she coaxed me to another
climax was an obsession.

I pounced on her like a cat. I really had no idea what I would do when I
arrived but I thrust her legs apart and assaulted her vulva with maniacal
enthusiasm. Rationally I would not have been able to even imagine doing it
an hour ago, but there was nothing left of my rationality. At that point I
was pure animal instinct.

I felt a very unique sense of satisfaction when Samantha's body tensed and
jerked through her first orgasm. She pulled me up and our naked bodies slid
together lubricated by copious secretions. Time lost all meaning as we were
writhing over one another. I don't know when or how we wound up in the
sixty-nine position; all I knew was that the hot squishy feel of her vulva
on my face was almost as thrilling as her mouth on mine.

I suppose it was exhaustion that made things fade. We didn't actually stop
we just drifted into peaceful slumber.

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I felt the soft moist lips on my forehead and opened my eyes. The room was
dark except for the bright light shining from the bathroom behind the
spectacular brunette sitting in her pale blue gown on the bed beside me.

"Dinner will be ready in about half an hour," she informed me as she got
up.

I shielded my eyes from the bright light that she was no longer blocking.

"I thought you'd want to clean up before we eat."

Samantha disappeared out the door of the bedroom and I went into the light.

EPILOGUE:

Samantha and I continued to have a sexual relationship for another year or
so. Her ambitious husband found another job--more money and better
advancement potential. They moved clear across the country. We promised to
stay in touch but you know how those things go.

My world was forever changed the day I saw the light.