Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2015 02:30:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Coming Out (Lesbian/Beginnings, oral. anal, F/F)
Warning:
Beginnings, masturbation, oral, anal F/F
This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women. If this type of content offends
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My Coming Out
By
Jan
I graduated from college when I was twenty-
years-old. I couldn't get away from my small town
and prudential parents fast enough. I moved to a big
city that had three million people within the city
limits. I made sure I had sent my resume and
secured a job before I made the move.
The company even helped me secure an apartment
in a residential community that was cheap enough for
me to get by on.
I played it very cautiously. I didn't want to make
friends until I knew which people I could trust. I was
living like a cloistered nun for at least six months. I
had been raised in a religious family that felt the only
place for a female was married with children to bring
up in the light of Christ. They were disappointed
that I wanted to strike out on my own. They were
sure that the big city would corrupt my morals.
I knew nothing about lesbianism, but I overheard
the other women talking about which fellow employs
were dykes or lesbians.. I became fascinated with
the subject. I had to take public transportation to
and from work. I rarely ventured outside the
underground rail I used to and from work. The
underground always had racks of a variety of
newspapers. A lot of them were nothing more than
scandal rags. In the old days they were called yellow
journalism. Within the paged of the erotic papers
with a headline about a four-year-old giving birther
to seven pound body in Argentina, there were
advertisements for night clubs, medical cures and
personal ads.
I couldn't resist putting coins in one of the rags,
and stuffing it in my purse. I would be too
embarrassed to read in on the train. I waited until I
was safety in my apartment to read the paper while
preparing my simple evening meal.
The ads in the personals were worded in such a
way that I could tell the person placing the ad was
looking for sexual liaisons with member of their sex.
The ads for night spots were not much more subtle.
Case in point, a bar named 'The Silver Spur' was a
western bar in the middle of town that attracted the
gay leather crowd. It was obvious that 'The toy
Soldier' was for gay military and admires. The ads
for lesbian clubs were not much harder to decode
'Butch Club' obviously catered to woman that like to
play the role of a male and show off their girlfriends.
The ad that attracted me was for a club called 'The
Fiesta Cantina Club.' I was fascinated by the ad.
I saved the page but didn't act on my desire for
several weeks. I figured out what stop I would have
to get off at, and transfer to a bus to get to the
west LA area where the club was located. One
evening I figured that I would take a chance. I found
a little Mexican vendor and bought a beef and bean
burrito and large coke. I stood there at the counter
eating my diner before taking the west bound bus
that would take me right past the Fiesta Cantina
Club.
It was just a little after 6:00 pm when I stood in
front of the bar working up the nerve to enter.
When I entered the change in lights from a summer
evening into a nightclub took a moment for my eyes to
adjust. I stood near the entrance studying the
layout. I eventually made my way to a bar stool
against the wall the bar ended near the front of the
place. I ordered a Vodka Seven, and sat there
sipping my drink. There were not a lot of women in
the place that early. Some of the women in the club
that early looked like drunks, so they didn't appel to
me. There were a few older women perched at the
bar or sitting in the booths.
I had ordered my forth drink when the female
bartender gave me that drink on the house. I was
just starting to sip my drink when an older woman
approached me. She asked me if I was saving the
stool next to me for someone. I assured her that I
wasn't waiting for anyone.
She sat on the stool next to me. The stool was
bolted to the floor so close to each other that the
woman's thigh was pressed against mine.
She held out her hand and said, "My name is
Shirley! I haven't seen you here before."
I took her warm hand and told her, "My name is
Ester! I have never been in this area before."
"Honey do I detect an Okie accent?"
"Yes...I'm from Ada, Oklahoma. How could you
tell?"
"I was from Amarillo, Texas. I left there almost
forty years ago. I came out here to Hollywood to get
in the movies, and worked as a script girl for
Paramount Studios for 35 years."
"What is a script girl?"
When the make movies they may shoot one scene
over three or four days, and sometimes come back
months later. A script girl's job is to insure
everything looks the same. In the movie 'Pretty
Woman there was a scene where Julia Roberts was
sitting on the back of a dining chair. While she was
talking she was cutting a waffle, the camera changed
to Richard Gere while he was talking, then the camera
went back to Julia and she said something, while she
was cutting a pancake before stuffing it into her
mouth. That is where a script girl should have caught
the change!"
I was impressed with her occupation and wanted
to know more about her carrier.
She asked, "I haven't seen you in here before. Do
you know what kind of nightclub this is?"
"I have never been in this part of town before,
but I did read about the Fiesta Cantina in a local
newspaper, and finally worked up the nerve to visit
it."
"Have you ever had a lesbian relationship
before?"
"I had no idea what the word meant until I moved
her less than a year ago."
Shirley placed her warm hand on my thigh and
said, "This place gets pretty crowded in a couple of
hours. You can hardly hear each other talking with
your heads almost touching. I'm afraid a novice might
feel uncomfortable when this place gets jumping. It
smells of booze, cigarettes, leather and perfume and
sweat. Why don't you come home with me? I have a
pit roast in the fridge with homemade corn bread.
We can talk about your interest in lesbianism all
night."
I found this older woman to be very interesting,
and I figured it would be exciting to listen to her
tails about movies, so I accepted her offer. We
walked to the bus stop and it was only a short ride to
her stop. We only had to walk a couple of blocks to
her home.
I was impressed with her home because it must
have been built back in the twenties, when craftsman
homes were popular. It had a shake roof with shake
siding. The porch roof was supported by large
wooden pillars on native stone bases. The house had
been built when most rooms were eliminated by lamps.
This home had genuine Tiffany lamps. The multi
colored bit of glass have the rooms a golden glow that
was very homey.
The kitchen had the wall separating the kitchen
from the dining room removed, and the kitchen had
been updated. The old built in ice-box had been
replaced with a modern refrigerator with but the
doors matched the natural oak cabinets. The coal oil
stove had been replaced with a modern natural gas
stove that looked period correct.
True to her word she had a pot roast in the
fridge and homemade corn bread. She headed up the
roast and steamed some black eyed peas while the
corn bread was being warmed up in the microwave. It
was such a pleasure eating a home cooked meal that I
even had seconds.
Shirley sent me off to the parlor with a cup of
coffee to relax while she washed up the dishes.
When she joined me she had a coffee urn and her
own cup in hand. She refilled my cup and sat down
next to me on the wing backed love seat.
I couldn't thank her enough for the meal. I
assured her that it was like what my mother would
have made. Shirley as pleased and even kissed me on
the cheek. I didn't know what to do, so I just allowed
her to take charge.
Sitting on a love seat is so cozy that our thighs
were pressed against each other's. Shirley placed
her arm around my shoulders as she started stroking
my arm. The touch of her fingers on my arm sent a
thrill through my body. I felt like a school girl
getting my first kiss from a pimply faced teenager.
I sat there looking into her big baby blues as she
brought her face towards my face. When she kissed
me on the mouth it was so breath taking the way she
parted my lips with her tongue, and swabbed the
inside of my mouth. Her face was as smooth as a
baby's butt. While she was kissing me her hand
moved up my arm to my shoulder and then slipped
down my chest until her hand was resting on my left
breast. Again the muscles under my flesh on my
chest quivered. Shirley moved slowly as if she feared
that I would panic and call a stop to her seduction of
me.
Since I didn't know what to do I just sat there
and allowed her to do whatever she wanted to me.
Shirley slowly pulled the shoulder straps off of
my shoulders and pulled the front of my dress down
to expose my breasts. The dress I has selected to
wear to the nightclub was made in such a way that a
brassiere would be out of place. She used her finger
tips to trace the outline of my areolas. It felt like
ants were crawling all over my flesh. Then she
started licking my face as she started licking down
my neck on her way to my breasts. When she claimed
my nipple with her mouth I almost pissed in my
panties.
While she was sucking on my nipple she was busy
pulling the hem of my dress up to my waist. When
she reached my crotch I spread my legs to allow her
to feel my pussy all she wanted. I had diligently worn
my sexiest panties. When her finger touched the
crotch of my panties they were already moist. She
pulled the crotch aside and started rubbing my pussy
gently at first. She toyed with my clitoris with her
fingertip until I was panting like a puppy. Then she
stuck two fingers up my vagina and started jilling me
vigorously. She was also stimulating my clit with her
thumb until I had an orgasm that caused my body to
spasm.
After my breathing returned to normal Shirley
kissed me on the mouth again, and pulled me to my
feet. She led me to her bedroom where she turned
on a nightlight that gave the bedroom a ghastly red
glow.
I just stood there as she undressed me, and
folded my clothes very carefully as she placed them
on her vanity chair. She told me to relax, as she
placed me on her bed. I watched everything as if I
was in a different body.
Shirley was wearing an A shaped dress,. I
assumed she deliberately chose that dress as
apposed of a skirt and blouse, because she didn't
want to give the impression that she was any shorter
than her five-foot four figure was. Every hair of her
short curly silver hair was lacquered in place. Her
blue eyes were clear and mischievous. She was
wearing a sexy lavender lace brassiere that held up
her breasts. When she removed her bra her breasts
sagged onto her ribcage. She also had on matching
lavender hip hugger panties. She had on matching
garter belt holding up her nylons. Her pumps were
simple basic black with modest heels for comfort.
She turned her back to me as she pulled off her
panties.
Older women's skin loses that firm plump look as
their butts get that hollow look and the skin looks
dimpled. When she turned to face me she kept on
the garter belt and nylons. The straps attached to
the nylons framed her vagina. It was obvious that
her pubic bush had been dark in her youth, but with
age the hairs were turning gray and a lot sparser that
what it had been in her youth.
I had to move over a little to allow her to get on
the bed. She took me in her arms and draped her
right leg over my hip. She kissed me with tongue
again. She ran her hands all over my body before she
returned to sucking my nipples and jilling me again.
She stopped short of making me cum again, because
she wanted to go down on me. The thrill of her eating
my pussy was mind blowing. She was truly an expert
at making love to women. She ate my pussy until had
four orgasms. When I recovered she turned me over
onto my belly and stuffed a firm pillow under my hips
to elevate my butt. I could believe she actually
wanted to kiss my butt, let alone part the cheeks and
swab my crotch from pussy to asshole. She tongue
fucked my asshole until I actually had a fifth orgasm.
She made no effort to make me make love to her,
but I wanted to find out if I could make love to her
the same way.
I rolled her over onto her back and started
kissing her on the mouth the same way she liked to do
to me. In time I got around to massaging her breasts
before sucking on her nipples. I eventually had to
find out what her pussy tasted like. I ate her pussy
until she begged me to let her rest. I knew she had
several orgasms, but didn't know how many.
I allowed her to rest while we clung to each
other. Then I remembered what it had felt like to
have her tongue fucking my asshole. The only
question was how I was going to do it. I opted to lay
on my back as I pulled her up until she understood
that I wanted her to sit on my face. When she was
squatting over my head she started rocking her butt
back and forth. Her actions brought her cunt, clit
and asshole in contact with my nose, mouth, and
tongue. She even played with my tits and pussy while
getting off on me eating her out. We eventually
gathered up the sheet and blankets to cover our
bodies as we drifted off to sleep.
The early morning Saturday sun warmed up the
bedroom. I woke up confused where I was for a
moment because the bed felt strange and the room
smelled differently from my own. Shirley's body heat
reminded me of what had taken place last night. My
bladder let me know that I needed to empty it.
I knew that any movement on my part would wake
Shirley up. But I had to go, so I gently moved her
arm from around my waist, and tried to roll away as
carefully as I could. Shirley woke up of course and
shoved her hand back between my legs and pulled my
butt against her crotch again. I had to beg her to let
me go pee. She followed me into the bathroom.
It was embarrassing, to have her in the room while
O was relieving myself! The sound of my urine
splashing in the bowl was clearly resonating against
the walls of the bathroom.
Shirley casually went about brushing her teeth.
When she was finished she took and unopened
toothbrush from the medicine cabinet and handed it
to me. After I wiped my pussy and flushed the bowl,
we changed places. I brushed my teeth while she
relieved herself. Hunger became all-consuming after
that.
Shirley asked, "How would you like a country
breakfast this morning?"
I was famished, "I haven't had white gravy for
breakfast for more than a year!"
Shirley led me naked to the kitchen while she
prepared breakfast. She poached eggs and toasted
English muffins, fried Jimmy Dean spicy pork sausage
patties. She served the eggs on the muffins and
covered them with thick white gravy. Again I
savored every bite. When we were finished eating I
announced that I was sleepy again. She sent me to
bed while cleaning up.
When she joined me in bed she started making
love to me all over again. We spent the day in bed. I
found that I enjoyed every sexual act we performed
on each other.
While we were resting, Shirley told me, "Now
that you have tasted lesbian sex you might be ready
to check out the Fiesta Cantina Club. We dressed up
and took the bus back to the club, arriving about
eight O'clock.
The place was crowed and noisy. I had you yell in
Shirley's ear that I couldn't believe how noisy it was.
We found an empty booth and settled in. The
barmaid took our order quickly enough. It was
fascinated by the variety of females crowed into the
place. A lot of young women were dressed very
skimpily. Tub tops, short skirts, bare legs on
platform pumps. When they moved or bent over I
could see that they didn't have panties on. Some had
hairy bushes and others had shaved pussies. Other
women were dressed more like men. These women
tended to be older with short cropped hair. They
wore men like suits with ties. Another group was
gothic girls with hair dyed strange colors or half of
their heads shaved, and their bodies were covered
with tattoos, and dressed in black. These women
frightened me the most.
I was asked to dace by members of all of the
groups. The party girls liked to dace to 'Rock & Roll'
music to show off their abilities and let everyone see
their tits and pussies. The dykes preferred slow
dancing, and Goths preferred 'Punk Rock'. All of them
made sure to jam their legs between mine, so that
they could rub their thighs against my crotch. They
also found ways to rub their tits against mine or feel
them. One tall dyke wearing a navy blue business suit
had removed her jacket before asking me to dance.
While we were dancing my face was pressed against
her large tits. She was not wearing a bra under the
thin white blouse. Her dark areolas were visible
through the blouse. Dancing with her was very erotic.
As the evening grew late Shirley asked me,
"Would you like to invite one or two of these ladies to
come home with us?"
I couldn't believe she was actually giving me
permission to have sex that night with other women.
When I had to choose I selected that tall dyke with
the big tits, and there was one particular girl no older
than me, that was particularly attractive. She had
long blonde hair that moved like it had a mind of its
own. I had seen her perky little breasts and her
shave pussy several times because she made a point
to show them to me.
The four of us rode the bus back to Shirley's
home. When we went to bed the four of us shed our
clothes and started off with a daisy chain where each
of us had a pussy to suck on. That night I found out
what tribbing was all about. I was fucked by them
with strap-on dildos in my pussy and asshole.
By the time I had to go to my own apartment to
get dome rest and get ready for work the next day I
was a confirmed lesbian. I eventually moved in with
Shirley and became her wife.
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