Date: 19 May 2002 19:38:07 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Nothing but Kosher ( Beginnings g/g, F/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between adult women.  If this type of
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it.

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                       Nothing but Kosher
                               By
                              Jan


	My mother was a Holocaust survivor and settled in up
state New York. I learned that during the war she fought with
the Czechoslovakian underground.  She feared the Russians and
fled to America shortly after the end of the war.  Where she
married a man that deserted her shortly after they had my three
younger brothers and me.  I was born in 1948.  I became like
another mother for my younger brothers because I was older.
My mother did her best to protect us from unpleasantness.  I
grew up a rather naive young girl.

	We lived in Upstate New York, about an hour and a half
from New York City, not that I was there that much.  At sixteen
my mother was just starting to let me date boys but only if she
knew the family and knew them to be a respectable Jewish
family.  Even then it was under strict rules of conduct and if
they ever wanted to take me out again they had to have me
home before the curfew time limit.

	My mother was a heavy smoker.  She liked Winston
filtered tips.  She went through two or three packs a day.
Because she smoked so much the house and our clothes smelled
of tobacco all the time.  I don't think she even noticed that I
started smoking her cigarettes when I was about 12-years old.

	In 1964 I was sixteen and one time I had been invited to a
party by three friends at one of their friend's home in one of the
borrows of New York City.  I met a girl there named Barbara
that was from Queens.  She seemed to be so mature to me.  She
was only a year and a half older than me.  We chatted about
music and she informed me that she had tickets to the New
York Philharmonic Orchestra and assured me that if I wanted to
go to a performance that I could spend the night at her parent's
homes in Queens.  I was thrilled at the prospect of sitting in a
theater listing to the Philharmonic live.

	My mother was not happy about me riding the subway
into the city without adult supervision but relented under my
deluge of begging and allowed me to go.  I called Barbara to
take her up one the evening of music.  I told her I would be on
the subway after Synagogue Saturday.  I packed an overnight
bag with new pajamas and the makeup I felt I would need.  I
dressed up in a suit I thought would be appropriate for work
thinking that would be right for an early evening at the
Philharmonic.  After Synagogue I was on the train into town
where I changed to the subway to Queens.

	When I got off the subway I was a little confused at first.
Then I saw Barbara and realized that she saw me first and was
approaching me.  She brought me a carton of cigarettes and
took me to a pizza parlor for dinner.  She would not let me pay
for anything.  I'm sure I talked too much in my excitement.  I
just felt so uncomfortable when there was a lull in the
conversation.

	We went to her parent's home and I left my bag in the
bathroom next to Barbara's bedroom.  Barbara told me her
parents were at their normal weekend of card game with
friends.  Her sister was away at nursing school.  We headed for
the subway into town right way.

	I was thrilled at the music and felt so grown up sitting
next to a girl I thought was so sophisticated.  I was floating on
air on the way back to her home.

	It was late and Barbara said I could sleep in her sister's
bed next to hers.  She moved her sister's twin bed next to hers.
She remade the bed as if it was a king-size bed.

	I went into the bathroom peed, removed my makeup and
brushed my teeth.  After that I put on my pajamas and entered
the bedroom.

	Barbara was just finishing making the bed when I
entered.  I sat on her sister's bed while Barbara removed her
clothes.  There was nothing shy or modest about this girl.  I was
intrigued and embarrassed watching her undress.  She stood by
her side of the bed and took her time undressing.

	She was of average height and a little plump for a girl,
with very blonde hair that fell down to the middle of her back.
Her clear blue eyes sparkled mischievously.  As she removed
her clothes she turned around so that I could see all of her body.
Her had a very ruddy complexion.  She must have had a lot of
freckles as a child.  She had large breasts, at lest 36-D, with
small pink ovals for areolas and her nipples were the size of
small green grapes.  I could not help looking at her midsection.
I was blushing as I checked out her pubis.  It was shaved into a
narrow light brown strip above the vagina.  I was naive enough
to think it was something natural for her.  She had a half-inch
scar on the right side of her body on the lower tummy.  I
guessed it was an appendix scar.  When she turned her back to
me and showed me her rump was firm and round.  The legs
were round.  To my surprise she just turned and lifted the
blanket and lay on the bed as she turned out the bedside lamp.

	I was uncomfortable being so close to someone naked.  I
turned my back to her and tried to go to sleep.  That was hard
for me because I am not use to sleeping in strange beds.  The
feel of the sheets and blankets were strange The smell was
strange to me.  Then I felt Barbara's hand slide under my arm
and brush my nipple as her hand cupped my breast.  I froze!

	I felt her body press against my back and her hand
slipped inside the top of my pajama top and griped the other
breast.  She was frightening me at the same time I was thrilled
at what she was doing.  She rolled me onto my back and placed
one leg over the top of the near leg.  Then she used the hand to
unbutton the four buttons on the top of my pajamas.  She pulled
the material back to expose both of my breasts.  She leaned
over and took my near side nipple into her mouth.  I was torn
between the thrill of her warm wet mouth and tongue on my
nipple and the guilt of knowing what she was doing was wrong.
I was enjoying the attention she was giving my nipples as she
switched from one to the other.

	I was just getting used to the feeling when I felt her
hands tugging on the waistband of my pajama bottoms.  She let
go of my nipples long enough to pull my bottoms down my
thighs.  She lifted one leg and freed it of the PJ's.  In doing this
she was turned sideways to my body and the covers were
pushed down to my lower left leg.  I was totally exposed to the
cool night air.  She ran her fingers through my sandy blonde
pubic hair.  It was moist from the juices leaking from my
vagina.

	To my surprise she put her hands under my thighs as she
moved her head between my legs.  Her head was pointed
towards my feet and she rubbed her nose through the fine hairs
and into the crack.  She followed her nose with her tongue.  She
found that little pea sized nub of flesh under the hood in the
crack and she whipped it around with her tongue until I could
not hold my hips still.  I thought what she was doing was dirty
but I was causing me more thrills than I had ever had.

	As I was fighting with my feelings she turned her body
around and straddled my head.  I was looking up at her vagina
by the moonlight streaming in through the window.  She
lowered her hips down until my mouth was touching her cunt.  I
smelled it as it was being pressed to my face.  I felt impelled to
taste it, so I stuck out my tongue and ran my tongue from that
thin strip of close cut hair down the valley.  I felt that stiff ridge
of skin that formed her clitoris covered by the hood of flesh that
formed the top of her labia.  The taste reminded me of what it
was like to lick the blade of a carving knife and a little salty.  It
was not unpleasant and I found that I was matching Barbara's
actions in my cunt with her tongue.  When she would swipe her
tongue the length of the valley I did the same to her.  When she
sucked the flesh into her mouth I did the same to her.  I
climaxed in her mouth for my first sexual release in my life.
While I was trying to catch my breath Barbara had her climax
and almost smothered me as she pressed her hips tightly against
my mouth.

	When she dismounted and turned around she gathered
me into her arm and fed me her large breast as I lay there
shaking in my afterglow and shame.  She fell asleep with her tit
in my mouth.  I was still wide-awake and unable to sleep.
Every move she made sent chills through my body.  Early in the
morning she untangled her arm from my body and turned her
back to me.

	I gently crawled out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom
and started crying quietly.  I got dressed and slipped out of the
bedroom and out of the house.  I almost ran to the subway
station and was wiping my eyes constantly on the train home.  I
was home before 8:30 am.  I went right to my bedroom and
stripped off all my clothes and took a shower.  It was, as if I
scrubbed my skin hard enough I would forget the feeling of
Barbara's hands and mouth on my body.

	Mom heard me come in and the shower running for a
long time she came to the bathroom door and asked if there was
a something wrong.  I told her I was OK but without
conviction.  When I got dressed and went into the kitchen
where Mom was making breakfast I must have looked like I
was tired because I had not slept.  She kept asking me what was
wrong.

	As I was eating my eggs I broke down crying and told
her everything that happened except that I had sucked her tits
and pussy and actually liked it.  Mom told me that it was not
my fault and the feeling would pass.

	Mom called Barbara's father and told him what his
daughter had done and told him she needs help because she is
sick.  That was the end of my sexual education for years.

	I was reluctant to start up new friendships with anyone
after that.  I finished high school and went on to Ithaca State
University to get a degree in literature.

	One of my old friends from high school insisted that I go
on a blind date with her.  That was how I met my husband.  We
married within a year of our first date.  Me was a journeyman
electrician and plumber.  Our first child was a girl and we had
three boys after that.  We moved from New York to Ventura
California in 1978.  The kids grew up and left home.  All but
one, the youngest one still lives at home.  My husband and I
developed a comfortable relationship.

	In the summer of 1998 I met Ruth-Marie.  She brought a
disruptive cord to my life.  We met when I was hired to do
some proof reading for her company.  We had to go over the
material I was reading for a few days.  We would take breaks to
have coffee breaks at an Ocean front cafe.

	For some reason I was attracted to her.  A friendship
developed between us.  We talked about a wide variety of
subjects.  Eventually the subject of sex came up and she asked
me if I had ever had a relationship with a woman.

	I don't know why I told her about Barbara but I did.  She
pressed me for details and I told her everything.  On the way
back to the office to continue working in her little Honda
Accord she admitted that she was a lesbian.  I was mulling that
over in my mind and hardly noticed that we were parked in the
company parking lot next to the building.  She stopped the car
and set the brake unbuckled her seatbelt.  I was just sitting there
thinking.

	Ruth leaned over and kissed my mouth.  That woke me
up.  I didn't know what to say or do.  She simply released the
catch on my seatbelt and turned to open her car door.  I was
startled into action.  I opened my door and got out.  We walked
up to the second floor to her office to resume work.  The
interior office wall was glass so anyone walking down the hall
could see into her office.  The outer wall was a window facing
the harbor for a pleasant view while working on the computer.

 	It was useless to try and work all I could think about was
her revelation to me.  I found this middle-aged woman with fine
sandy blonde hair graying at the temple as it flowed over her
shoulder very sexy.  She was a round full figured woman.  The
large breasted type of woman that spoke of northern European
ancestry possibly Dutch, Belgian or German.

	She understood my distraction and asked me if I would
rather call it a day.  We gathered up our things and headed for
the door.  She asked me if I wanted to talk about my feelings.  I
felt confused about me feelings and did want to talk about
them.

	Ruth suggested that I leave my car on the lot and ride
with her.  We headed northeast in a quiet reflective mood for a
while.  When she turned onto a quiet tree lined road that
smelled of oranges I realized we were headed for a sprawling
ranch house among the trees.  She parked the car in the
driveway and she opened the double door that led into a
spacious room with a clear view out the long French doors to a
manicured back yard.  She led me to the couch and offered me a
drink.  I sat down while she went to a wet bar and made a
couple of drinks for us.  When she returned to the couch she
handed me one of the drinks as she sat next to me.

	The first sip of the drink burned my throat as I swallowed
the sweet drink.  It left a warm glow in my stomach.  I was only
mildly surprised when Ruth asked me if I would like to feel the
touch of a woman again.

	I was forming a response in my mind when she leaned
forward and kissed me on the mouth.  Ruth sat her glass on the
coffee table in front of us.  She wrapped her arm around my
shoulders and drew me to her.  This time when she kissed me I
opened my mouth and her tongue entered my mouth.  My heart
was pounding in my chest.  I could feel the throb in my neck as
blood rushed to my brain.  I knew I should end this right now,
but my pussy gave me away.  I could feel the wetness between
my legs and the throb of my nipples.

	Ruth reached for the swell of my breast and pressed the
palm of her hand firmly against the left breast and felt my heart
beat.  I surrendered to the feeling and my desires.  I returned the
kiss.

	My desire made me insert my tongue into her mouth
where I could taste her drink on her tongue.  I reached for her
ample breast and felt the softness.  Ruth wasted no time helping
me get out of my clothes.  The floor became a cluttered mess of
my clothes.  By the time I was nude to the waist I was franticly
undressing Ruth too.  We had to stand long enough to pull our
skirts and underpants down.

	When we sat down on the couch again Ruth placed her
off side leg over the top of my legs as she sat on my lap and
kissed me again.  When she drew her legs together she slid
between my legs and slowly slipped to the carpeted floor.  She
lavished kisses on my breasts she covered them with wet
sucking love bites on her way to my pussy.  This woman was
no child, she knew how to make my body sing.  She did things
to me I never thought possible.  She pulled my hips to the edge
of the couch and as she probed my cunt with her tongue she
probed my anus with her fingers.  She gave me a bath with her
tongue that cleaned my crotch from the beginning of the crack
of my ass to the hair above my cunt.  When I climaxed Ruth
licked up every drop of juice my body secreted.  When I
clamped my legs around her body she stood up lifting me off
the couch until I let go.

	Ruth helped me to my feet and led me to her bedroom
where she assumed a reclining position in preparation for me
returning her sexual administrations.  I found her perfume and
body odor intoxicating.  I lavished kisses on her large breasts
until she was humming in my ears.

	I slid down her body until I was between her legs and she
spread them widely for me.  This time I took my time and
inspected her vagina very closely.  She only had a thin covering
of light blonde hair.  Her flesh was visible clearly through the
hair.  Her labia protruded from her opening of her cunt.  The
hood covering her clitoris was visible.  When I pulled the skin
back I saw that her clitoris was at least twice as big as mine
was.  I opened my mouth and gathered the clit into my mouth
and sucked on it.  I actually couldn't get enough of the smell
and taste of her crotch.  I actually wanted to lick her like she
had done me.  I used me hands to turn her over and place her on
her hands and knees so that I could lick her from behind.  When
I moved up from her clit to her cunt I used my finger to play
with her clitoris.  When I moved my mouth up to her asshole
my fingers entered her cunt.  When Ruth climaxed she spread
her legs and slowly lay down on her tummy.

	The relationship lasted for several weeks but Ruth
wanted a bigger commitment from me.  She wanted me to take
trips to Los Vegas for weekends of sex, evening out at the
movies or trips to Las Angles for entertainment.  It just became
to demanding trying to keep our relationship from everyone.  I
finally had to tell her I didn't want to end my marriage for the
love of a woman.  She wanted me to keep seeing her but I just
felt that was not going to work.

	I'm reduced to visiting Hollywood and picking up a
strange woman in a bar when I get so horny that I need to taste
a woman's body now.


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