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by Janna Leonard (sensuscribe3@yahoo.com)
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A recently out lesbian woman finds out how to choose
the right partner with the help of some friends and
family. (FF, rom, ws, oral, anal)
***
Warning: This story contains graphic descriptions of
lesbian sex, if this theme offends you, please exit the
page. Likewise, if you are underage or it is illegal to
view such material where you live, exit the page now.
As always, this story is the product of my imagination
and bears absolutely no resemblance to any real person,
place or thing.
***
Some comments: Any relationship takes work on both
sides, but those of us with alternative lifestyles seem
to have the most difficult time finding a mate. Nature
and nurture have conspired at times to thwart our best
efforts, and those who succeed are fortunate. Honesty
to ourselves first is prime, how we feel and think
about ourselves must be kind and gentle.
The insecurity of childhood and those strange feelings
we can't explain, the demand of parents to know what's
going on, and our initial interactions with like-minded
souls all feed the need to be secretive, lest some one
find out about our inner selves. Pain shared is pain
reduced, as secrets shared multiply tenfold until we
ourselves cannot tell truth from fiction.
As you will read, even someone who is open about their
sexuality has problems dealing with emotion, especially
the powerful one of love. Sex is not something you do,
it is something you are. As your journey of life
unfolds, I beg of you, do not be ashamed of who and
what you are. Enjoy, Janna :)
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The rain matched my mood, dark and bleak. No customers
came in to break the monotony, and just before six I
closed up and walked the two blocks to my apartment. I
stripped out of my skirt and top, letting them fall to
the floor. Ditto for the bra and panties, there was no
one home but me and I didn't care. Kicking my sandals
into the corner, I walked to the kitchen for a beer.
Sitting on the chair near the window, I opened my beer
and sat, letting the tears flow and looking out at the
world below. People hurrying to get in out of the
drizzle, the smell of something garlicky in the air,
mothers calling their children home. I was depressed,
sad and yes, angry.
Margie had left that morning and told me she wouldn't
be coming back, yet another failure in the short time
since I'd come out. If someone had told me 2 years
earlier that relationships would be the toughest part
of being a lesbian, I'd have laughed in their face. I
had the basics, a female's body and an inclination to
have sex with women. I loved them, their smells, their
short skirts and pretty feet, the legs to die for, the
soft breasts to snuggle against, the asses to hold and
play with, everything about them. I thought that they
had liked the same things about me, but something was
wrong.
I finished the beer and debated getting another,
deciding on a shower instead. Gathering my clothes from
the floor, I put them in the hamper and dressed for an
evening out, a skirt without underwear and no bra. I
was only going down the street anyway, it was a Tuesday
night and Leslie's would be empty. Locking the
apartment behind me, I tip-toed quietly down the
stairs.
The rain had ceased, but the dark clouds overhead hid
the moon, making the streetlights glow with an eerie
light. Wrapping my windbreaker a little tighter, I
jogged the last few steps to the door of Leslie's. It
was as empty as I thought it would be, the only two
customers were playing pool and Roni was polishing
glasses.
"Hi! Ginny, what can I get ya?" she asked, the accent
of the deep south hanging in the air.
"A tall draft and a roast beef if you have it," I
replied, hanging up my jacket. The two girls at the
pool table glanced at me and decided I wasn't worth the
effort, resuming their pool game. I ate the sandwich
and finished the beer, then started working on another
while I waited for an opportunity to talk to Veronica.
The two finished their game and left, leaving Roni and
I alone. She sat near me behind the bar and asked "You
look sad, are you ok?"
"Margie left this morning, I'm depressed," I replied.
"Doesn't surprise me," she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You wouldn't shop for steak at a fruit stand, would
you?" she asked.
"Well, no," I replied, confused.
"Most of the girls who come in here are looking for
quick sex or they're curious," she said," you have to
find one that's looking for the same things you are."
"Mmmm," I replied, beginning to understand.
"How do you know when someone is right for you?" I
asked, "I'm having a hell of a time picking the right
one."
"That's because you might be letting them pick you
instead of the other way around," Roni smiled.
"But still, there must be some way you can tell," I
mused.
"Most of us base our relationships on commitment and
caring, but there are a few who only want sex," she
said.
"How do you tell the difference?" I asked.
"Get to know them first... mutual attraction is good,
but what about her habits?...does she snore, leave her
underwear on the floor, brush her teeth regularly,
things like that," she stated.
"I wish I could find someone nice," I sighed.
"Well then you have to be selective, don't be in such a
rush to give your heart away and get them into bed,
enjoy their company first, get to know them, like them
as people, as women, get to know their secrets and
dreams, share yours with them, you know?" she said.
"Good point!" I smiled.
"And, on top of all that, if your orgasms feel like
your ovaries are on fire, that's the one for you!" she
exclaimed.
"I wish," I said glumly.
I bought another round and Roni and I talked a little
further, her advice coming from experience gained over
the years.
My conversation with Roni left me feeling a little less
edgy, and I went home to my empty bed and crashed. I
slept well that night and met my Dad at the shop the
next morning, intending to ask him for some time off.
Smiling and nodding at my request, he said "I've been
wondering when you were going to come to your senses, a
pretty girl like you shouldn't be spending all her days
indoors."
"I don't mind, really," I said.
"I know, I appreciate you helping out here, but why
don't you take the whole summer instead of a couple of
weeks? " he asked. "Take the camper, travel around,
take pictures, explore the country a little, be lazy
for once!"
"Are you sure?" I asked, thinking I hadn't heard
correctly.
"Positive, I'll make sure it's ready in a couple of
days and you can take it from there....I'll watch the
place while your gone," he said.
"I don't have enough money to last me four months," I
said.
"I'll give you a couple of thousand in traveler's
checks before you leave," he said, grinning.
"That's too much!" I protested.
"I can't take it with me, you may as well get some use
out of it," he said, once again serious.
That evening I went over and made supper for him,
having it ready on the table when he walked in. He sat
down and said grace after washing his hands, and we
enjoyed our meal without too much conversation. Pop had
been the only man in my life from day one, and I loved
him with all my heart. Always supportive of me and my
choices, he had given me options and let me choose
rather than being authoritative.
I learned early that some choices are better than
others, and the consequences of a choice can sometimes
be painful, witness the episode with Margie. I couldn't
remember if he had ever raised his voice to me,
preferring instead to give his opinion in the measured
tones of reason.
***
Later in the week I was ready, packed to the gills in
the contraption my Dad called the camper. The front was
a normal van with two seats, and the back was a 24 foot
long box with a stove and everything else I would need
to camp in comfort. Rudimentary toilet facilities
existed in the same space as the shower and the couch
folded out to make a double bed.
The child's bunk above the driver was used mainly for
storage, and it was there that I stashed my purse, ID,
cash and checks. The coolers were full of ice (and
beer), the propane tank was full, the cabinets had
groceries and I was looking at a map, the engine idling
in front of the store.
He came out and climbed in, handing me a new canvas
bag, saying "Here, for the trip."
"What's this?" I asked, "I already have my camera
packed."
"There's a new camera in there, a flash unit, 20 rolls
of film and lots of extra batteries for everything...
the camera has a couple of extra lenses you might like,
try it out and let me know what you think," he said.
"Thank you," I said as I kissed his cheek.
"Remember, no hitchhikers, watch the gas gauge, and
call me once a week collect to let me know you're ok,"
he said, an odd catch in his voice. I thought I might
cry if I dragged it out, so I gave him a quick hug and
said, "I will."
"And if you need anything you call anytime, ok?" he
asked as he got out and shut the door. I nodded and
smiled, dropping the lever into D and easing away from
the curb. I don't have a photograph of him standing on
the curb waving as I left, but the image of him in the
rearview mirror doing that is indelibly burned into my
memory.
****
I took side streets out of town and hit route 26 south,
avoiding the Interstate. Slow to accelerate and
difficult to stop, the camper was unwieldy until I got
used to the way it handled. The first night was spent
in a campground near Joliet, not that far from home in
miles, but a planet away in emotional distress. It took
me over an hour to repack everything in it's proper
place for travel after I showered, and I decided that
in the future I would shower elsewhere.
For the next week, I kept the camera on the seat and
drove the back roads slowly, stopping at every garage
sale and bake sale in every small town I came across.
Chatting with the gray-haired old ladies as they touted
the virtues of their brownies or pies and urging me to
buy more, I laughed with them as I patted my hips and
said no. I took pictures of nature and some funny
signs, along with various people who looked
interesting.
I was aimed vaguely south, I wanted to see where the
rivers joined at the bottom of the state, but I was in
no hurry. Several days passed without a thought of
Margie or anyone else, although each night I caressed
myself to sleep with an orgasm or two. Daytimes were
spent driving and negotiating the ever-present
construction zones, sometimes pulling off at a rest
area to check the map.
Springfield was nice, but a bit too big. Carbondale was
full of college kids, noisy and rowdy as they drove
past me at breakneck speed. Coming into Cairo I
splurged and spent the night at a motel, taking two
showers and refilling the coolers with ice. I noticed
that I still had plenty of beer, my alcohol intake had
dropped by two-thirds, and I felt better. I slept the
night in a big bed where I could sprawl out, the
pillows tucked between my legs a poor imitation of
another body. I was still lonely, but it wasn't the
destructive kind, I would survive.
In the morning I saw the confluence of the rivers, two
muddy bodies of water forming one, and checked it off
my 'to do' list, it wasn't nearly as impressive as I
had been led to believe.
Swinging back north I crossed into Indiana, spent two
days in Indianapolis at the Speedway museum, then took
the Interstate across to Saint Louis and looked at the
arch. I used two days wandering around the Ozarks,
(VERY pretty!) and then headed east again.
On the first of June I was back in Illinois driving the
back roads when I came to a T in the road. The sign
said "Potter's Lake Campground" with an arrow to the
left, and "Quigley, pop. 450" to the right. I'd only
spent minutes whenever I could spare them for tanning
and being lazy, and it looked like the perfect
opportunity to indulge myself.
Turning left, I began my search for the campground.
After a few hundred yards, I saw another sign with an
arrow pointing straight ahead and the edge of the lake.
About a mile around, it was ringed with trees that
looked cool and inviting.
Driving up to the entrance I spotted the office and
several cars parked behind it. There were about 30 or
40 kids in the water nearby, being watched by a
lifeguard and their parents, mostly women. I paid the
fees and asked the man for a spot as far as possible
from the entrance.
He yelled "Jeremy!" and a kid about 14 came out and
jumped on his bike, waving for me to follow him. I did
so slowly, easing the camper over the ruts in the road
until we came to the last cleared area. Jeremy was
standing there pointing toward the trees, and I turned
the camper around to back it in.
Jeremy was helpful, guiding me back until the rear was
about two feet from the closest tree, then yelled "Shut
it off!" I did, then opened the door. Jeremy asked
"Where's your jacks?, I'll help you set it up." I
opened the compartment underneath and showed him, then
helped as he expertly brought it up level. Finished, I
thanked him and handed him a five dollar bill, shaking
his hand. He blushed and stammered "Not supposed to
take it Pa says."
"You go ahead, you did good," I replied. Blushing
again, he hopped on his bike and pedaled off in the
direction of the office.
I unpacked, putting the coolers under the picnic table
and plugging in the electric cord. If my stay here was
to be any length at all, I wanted comfort. An hour
later I was set up and decided to take a swim. I had
packed three suits, a very daring bikini with minimal
coverage in orange, a modest bikini in white, and my
'granny' suit, the old black one-piece tank I'd had
since high school.
I put on the white one and walked to the water, wading
in to about chest level. It felt like a bathtub, warm
and inviting. I dunked myself a few times and waded
out, shaking my hair. I sat on my lounge chair near the
picnic table and opened a beer, listening to the shouts
and laughter in the distance. I thought the one thing
that would make the experience complete was some
company of the female variety. My inner self said 'give
it time, give it time.'
Supper was hamburgers on my grill as I watched the sun
set, peaceful and growing quiet. The cicadas started
thrumming and I heard other sounds, campers doing
dinner, the occasional shout for a child, the blare of
a horn on the highway. Gathering my things I walked to
the office to take a shower and get ready for bed. As I
walked in to get the key, I noticed a lot of activity
in the game room and store, Jeremy was behind a counter
giving out quarters for the arcade and his father was
punching the keys on an old cash register.
The shower area had four stalls and 2 toilets, with a
large mirror behind a pair of rusty sinks. The stalls
had curtains, but anyone sitting to pee would be
exposed. I was alone, so I shed the bikini and began
soaping up, paying special attention to my crotch. I
came softly before the hot water ran out and dried off,
wrapping myself in my big terry robe. The mosquitoes
bothered me on the walk back, making me reconsider my
earlier decision to park so far away. Two beers later,
sleep came quickly, the light breeze coming in the
screens.
***
There was a rhythm of sorts to the days, by 10 in the
morning the swimming area by the entrance would be full
of laughing children and their Moms, mostly local folk
from Quigley. The overnighters sometimes left early in
the morning, waking me despite their best efforts to be
quiet. Weekdays were the busiest with locals, and
weekends the place was full to the brim, people even
parking right next to me. I chatted with a few, the
different accents from around the country making the
conversations lively and interesting.
I took pictures, wandered through the woods behind the
camper, and sunbathed every day. Weekdays I could get
away with the skimpy suit if I laid out on the far side
away from view, but weekends I had to wear the more
modest suit or risk glances of disapproval from other
visitors. I called my Dad as promised each week,
talking for about 20 or 30 minutes each time, telling
him of my adventures.
***
2 weeks later I was as brown as I was going to get and
bored out of my skull. I'd managed not to get any tan
lines on the top half of me, but my butt was still as
white as snow, as even partial nudity was frowned upon.
I'd used over half of my film on the local flora and
fauna and some interesting rock formations, but I was
rapidly running out of ideas. I still had almost two
months to go, and debated whether to move further north
or go east and find another spot. That night, things
got a little more interesting and I put off my
decision.
I usually showered around dusk, 7 or so, then spent
some time in the arcade, seeing if I could beat the
high scores posted on some of the games. I was in the
shower when I heard the door open and shut. I shut off
the water and grabbed my towel from the hook, drying
myself inside the enclosure. As I stepped out, a very
beautiful woman was slipping her panties from her hips
and looked at me, the "O" of her mouth displaying her
surprise. I had wrapped one towel around my hips, using
my second one to cover my breasts. Lithe and trim, her
tan lines were distinct and sharp. Her dark bush was
neatly trimmed to fit inside a suit, concealing her
labia. Her breasts were pretty cones with uptilted
ends, the tiny dark pink nipples pointing skyward. I
thought the sexiest thing about them was that one
aureole was slightly larger than the other.
"Hi!" I said as I offered my hand, "I'm Ginny
Bergstrom."
She shook my hand and said "I'm Lauren, Lauren Morgan."
Unable to stop myself, I looked her up and down, making
her blush.
"Excuse me," she said, and disappeared behind the
shower curtain. I smelled expensive perfume as I dried
off, waiting for her to finish. The water shut off
after a couple of minutes and I heard her ask "Hand me
my towel, please?"
"Sure, here you go," I replied, putting the corner of
it into her outstretched hand. Soft rustling noises
ensued, and she stepped out. The towel was wrapped
around her breasts and hung to just below her pubes,
neatly concealing her body. I had my robe on and smiled
at her as she reached for hers, wrapping it and tying
it tightly before the towel came out from underneath.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," I said.
"That's ok, Bud told me there wasn't anyone else in
here, I didn't expect you, that's all," she replied.
As I opened the door to leave she asked "Is there
anywhere close by I could get some whiskey?"
"No, you're in a beer and wine county I think," I
replied.
"Ok, thanks anyway," she replied.
I walked back slowly, replaying the tape of her body in
my mind, the tight curves, the pale skin, the long
braided hair. She didn't know it, but she was going to
play a major role in my fantasy that night before bed.
A few minutes later I was sitting at my picnic table
drinking the last of my beers for the day and I saw a
pair of headlights coming towards me. Stopping at a
spot a hundred feet away, I heard the rattle of
Jeremy's bike chain as the car backed in and shut it's
lights off.
She opened the hatch and took out a box, handing it to
Jeremy. When she bent back inside, I could see it was
Lauren, throwing things around and looking for
something. I grabbed my flashlight and walked over,
asking "You need some help?"
"Yes, I seem to have lost my flashlight," she said. I
held my light as Jeremy unfolded a small tent and set
it up, pegging the stakes firmly. He accepted her tip
and rode off, leaving us in silence.
She seemed nervous and jittery while she moved things
around in the car, picking items of clothing and
folding them.
"I've got a bottle of brandy," I said, "if that will do
instead of whiskey."
"Thanks, I really need one," she replied, "I'll be
there as soon as I change clothes."
I walked back to my camper and got out the bottle,
dusting it off and getting two glasses. I heard her tap
on the door and said "Come in, it's open."
Her dark blue shorts were flattering to her legs and
the matching top covered her completely, making her
appear to be a different person. She was barefoot and
slightly shaky as she sat and accepted the offered
glass, drinking half in one gulp.
"Thank you, I'll pay you back tomorrow," she smiled.
"No need, I like beer myself," I said, holding up my
bottle.
Pointing at her toes, I said "I've got a swim suit that
color."
"Really?" she asked, "Orange?"
"Yep, not much chance to use it around here though,
doesn't cover much," I replied grinning.
"Mmm," she said, taking another deep swallow. I handed
her the bottle and she refilled her glass, taking a sip
before putting the bottle down.
I smelled the expensive perfume on her again and said
"I don't mean to be nosy, but you don't seem to be the
camping type."
"It's that obvious, huh?" she laughed, a smile lighting
her face for the first time.
"Mmm-hmm," I replied.
She said "You're right, I'm not, but I'm going through
a divorce and my lawyer told me to hide for a few
days."
"Good Lord, girl, what are you doing hiding here?" I
asked, "You should be at the Hilton with room service!"
"Nope, can't be in an obvious place, he's a doctor and
he's got people out looking for me," she said.
"Where did you come from?" I asked.
"Springfield," she replied.
"Christ, that's over a hundred miles away!" I
exclaimed, "his reach can't be that far!"
"My lawyer said not to take a chance, so here I am,"
she said, swallowing again.
"Big custody dispute, or what?" I asked, puzzled.
"Nope, no kids," she sighed, "that's the problem."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We tried and tried to have kids with no luck, then we
went in for tests and found out MY plumbing is in
perfect working order, it's HIS that's fucked up!" she
stated.
"Ooohh," I said.
"That's when the problem started, he blamed me for it
and he's still unwilling to believe it," she said.
"Been to counseling?" I asked.
"Yeah, and that only makes it worse, I left for a while
the first time he hit me, the lawyer says the only
mistake I made was going back at all," she said.
"True," I said, "Nobody needs that shit in their life."
I could tell she was getting drunker by the minute,
swaying in the chair and guzzling steadily. I emptied
my bottle and got another, sitting down closer to her.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" she wanted to
know.
"Mmm-hmm," I replied.
"Are you a lesbian?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied, using the most matter of fact voice I
could muster, " does that bother you?"
"Are you with somebody?" she asked, looking around.
"No partner at the moment," I replied.
She was quiet for a few seconds and then said "I saw
you checking out my tits in the shower, I was curious."
"I'm sorry if I offended you," I said, "but they're
pretty, that's what us girls do," I smiled.
"Well, at least I'm still attractive to somebody, my
husband used to call me "The Titless Wonder", she said.
"They're just as big as anybody else's," I said,
"certainly as big as mine, maybe he needs his glasses
checked." She giggled at that and said "I appreciate
it, I really do."
"My pleasure," I replied.
We talked for a while and I told her a little about
myself and the fact I was on vacation. She was a good
listener, but she seemed sad and upset about the
divorce instead of happy she was out of harm's reach.
About midnight the conversation died, so we sat and
drank without talking for the better part of an hour,
her head hanging down and the tears dripping on the
back of her hand. She was grieving something, the loss
of security or the relationship, maybe she had loved
the guy at one point, who knew? I'd been there and done
that, so I let her cry. She sniffled and looked at me,
the pain in her eyes showing.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" she asked, so softly I
almost couldn't hear.
"If you want," I said.
"I've gotta pee first," she said, trying to stand up.
"Bathroom's that way," I said, pointing. She stumbled a
few times and groggily walked back to the toilet after
emptying her glass. I put the bottle away and folded
out the bed, getting a nightie for both of us while I
waited.
She came out naked, her clothing nowhere to be seen.
She reached for me and hung her arms around my neck,
trying to kiss me. I held her back and said "Here, put
this on, it gets cold sometimes at night," handing her
the nightgown. She couldn't find the bottom of it to
pull it over her head, so I helped her with it and sat
her down on the edge of the bed.
"No naked?" she mumbled.
"No naked," I said firmly, and guided her down to the
pillows, rolling her over to face the window. She
curled her knees up a bit, folded her arm under her
head with a deep sigh, and passed out.
I went back to the bathroom, expecting a mess. Her
clothes were neatly folded on the toilet seat, the pale
blue silk panties on top. I picked up the pile and sat
down, relieving the pressure on my bladder as I held
her stuff in my hands. I sniffed the panties, inhaling
a cinnamon scent along with her unique odor of perfume
and soap. Placing them back exactly as I had found
them, I flushed and went to the front. I got myself
another beer, then sat down to watch her sleep for
awhile.
Her breathing was erratic with a lot of sighs and
groans, small body movements and a cry now and then,
but she slowly calmed and went through her dream stage,
falling into a deeper sleep. I went pee again and
crawled in behind her about 3 in the morning, snuggling
up to her warm butt.
I woke up at 10, the sunlight warming my knees through
the window. I got up and peed again, made coffee
without waking her and took the pot outside, sitting at
the picnic table in my robe.
About 11 she walked out of the camper, looking exactly
like a 6 year old fresh out of bed.
"Mornin', sleepyhead... how do you feel?" I asked.
"Nothing a bottle of aspirin and a brain transplant
won't cure," she giggled. She got herself a cup and sat
across from me, her hands steady as she drank.
"Hot today," she said.
"Will be," I replied. We sat in silence for a few
moments and she said "About last night..."
I held up my hand and said "My lips are sealed, your
secret is safe with me," smiling and trying to put her
at ease.
"It's not that, it's... well, you could have and you
didn't, and I don't know whether to be grateful or
disappointed," she said, her smile taking the sting
from the words.
"You wouldn't have known it if I had, you were pretty
out of it," I said.
"Maybe, but I'm not a prude... last night for a few
minutes there I was hoping you'd kiss me," she said.
"Why, so you could say you got kissed by a lesbian?" I
giggled.
"No," she said suddenly serious, "so I could kiss you
back... a small thank you for being there for me."
"I'd do the same for anyone," I said.
"But it was for me, not anyone," she replied, her big
brown eyes staring at me over the rim of her cup.
We sat watching the clouds roll by for awhile and drank
the rest of the coffee. I got up to make another pot
and maybe make some toast, then change into my suit. I
took off the robe and hung it when I walked in,
thinking she would stay outside. The coffee was perking
and the toast had popped up when she walked in and gave
me a very frank look, inspecting me from head to toe,
then walking around me to do the same to the other
side.
"Did you know that you are the only true genuine blonde
person I've ever met?" she asked.
"Unh-uh," I replied, my mouth full of toast.
"S'true," she said as she walked to the bathroom.
I got my suit off the rack and put it on while I
finished the toast, then yelled "Coffee's ready!"
She appeared in her clothes, the blue silk panties once
again nestled against her pubic hair. I couldn't see
them, but I knew they were there. A twinge of desire
fluttered inside, and I shuddered with it, trying to
shake it off.
Brushing her hair, she said "I've got to go to town and
buy a few things and call my lawyer, is there anything
you need?"
"A bag of ice and some beer, but I can get that here,"
I replied.
"Ok, see you later, maybe we can go for a walk or
something?" she asked.
"Sure, I'll be here," I said.
Without warning of any kind she stepped close to me and
kissed my cheek, startling me.
"Bye!" she said, smiling and backing toward the door. I
watched through the window as she drove out, her hand
waving at me.
***
While she was gone I walked up to the store and bought
what I needed, then had Jeremy help me haul it all
back. A six-pack went into the fridge and the rest into
the cooler, it was already above 90 and I was getting
thirsty. I folded up the bed and put both nightgowns
under one of the pillows, then proceeded outside and
flopped in my lounger, untying the neck string on my
suit. I adjusted the rest of it for maximum exposure
without being too indecent, and laid back to tan.
I must have dozed, the next thing I knew Lauren was
shaking my shoulder and telling me "Your nipples are
getting pink, you better cover up." I sat up and looked
at her, the shy smile on her face making her look
beautiful.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"'bout three, I guess," she replied.
I tied everything back in place and got a beer, drank
about half and stifled a burp.
"So what do wanna do the rest of the day?" I asked.
"I feel adventurous, lets take a walk in the woods,"
she said, smiling, "and don't forget to bring your
camera."
"Ok," I replied, and put on my sandals.
We walked toward the north end of the lake, away from
the campground. The path was random, going around rocks
and trees with no discernible direction. We lost sight
of the lake and the path widened enough to walk slowly
side by side, watching for squirrels and birds. She
took my hand in hers and gripped it, smiling up at me.
"Do you mind?" she asked in a small voice.
"No," I said, smiling back at her.
A few yards down the path she said "I feel normal with
you, with Tom I was always having to prove myself, he
was always demanding I improve in some way, be a better
cook, a better housekeeper, a better lover, always
something."
I nodded, I'd had a couple of lovers like that.
"You should just be yourself," I said.
"With you I can be, I like that," she giggled.
We came to a rock that was split by a tree, the path
winding away to the right and out of sight.
She leaned against it and said "I'd like you to take
some pictures of me."
"Ok, where?" I asked.
She spread her towel on the rock and reclined part way,
her body raised on her elbows.
"How's this?" she asked.
"Good," I said as I pressed the shutter. Four or five
frames later she asked "Do you think anybody can see
us?"
"I don't know, probably not," I replied.
With that, she took off her suit and threw it on the
rock, spreading her legs. Smiling and blushing at me,
she said "Go ahead, take them."
I did, a full roll in a few minutes, the reloaded and
began again, getting her from all angles as she twisted
and turned, changing poses. I was getting wet, the
sight of her sex so close and yet so far away was
making me horny. She seemed to know what was a sexual
pose and what was merely a nude, and she provided me
with several of both, a look of sexual hunger on her
face. The cinnamon smell was back, and I got treated to
my first sight of her slit close-up. The inner lips
hung out, brown and wrinkled at the edges, while the
inside of her was a beautiful coral color. I licked my
lips and kept shooting.
I finished the second roll and reloaded again as she
sat up, looking intently at me.
"Now you," she said, reaching for the camera.
"Why me, I'm the photographer!" I sputtered.
"Come on, get over there and take your suit off," she
said, pulling the camera from my hands.
I hesitated, I was sure the dampness between my legs
would show, and she urged me again, gently pushing my
shoulder. I complied, blushing furiously red.
She used the entire roll, telling me what poses she
wanted, only clicking the shutter when I did as asked.
I balked at a couple of her requests, telling her I was
embarrassed. She persisted, not taking no for an
answer, and I reluctantly let her shoot. The last few
were close-ups of my breasts and nipples, plus two of
my muffin, the wetness leaking from the bottom. I had
never been the subject before, and I felt excited and
embarrassed all at once, a tingly feeling rumbling in
my stomach.
"That's it," she said, handing me the camera, "we're
out of film."
"Thank God for that," I said, taking the camera and
stuffing it into the bag. I dressed as quickly as I
could, feeling the bottom of the suit absorb some of
the juices leaking from me. She put her suit on slowly,
teasing me with sexy poses and watching my reactions.
"I'll have to send these home to get developed," I
said, " I don't think anyone around here would
understand."
"No matter, I'll have them," she said.
We started to walk back and she took my hand again,
saying "You don't understand, do you?"
"No, I guess not," I replied.
"I've never posed nude before for anyone, not even my
husband, and it made me feel incredibly sexy," she
said.
"Well, you ARE sexy," I told her.
"But it was you that made me feel that way," she said,
"I feel worth something again."
I nodded and kept walking, her warm hand in mine,
enjoying the afternoon breeze. I thought of different
possibilities for my future, my thoughts all jumbled in
my mind. Don't make a fool of yourself Ginny, I told my
raging hormones.
With a few wrong turns we made it back to the
campground about six, and she said "I want to cook
dinner tonight, you have a stove, right?"
Yep," I grinned, "You're welcome to it."
She shopped at the store in the campground, and I used
the brief time she was gone to pee and give myself a
quick orgasm, sitting on the pot stroking my clit. I
was surprised at the strength of it, my pussy clenching
my finger in waves, subsiding at the end to a pleasant
glow.
Dinner was spaghetti and garlic toast with wine,
sitting across from each other and giggling like
schoolgirls. There was no doubt I was growing to like
her, her company, her musical laugh and her
personality. I didn't know if I wanted to take a chance
on being hurt again, especially so soon after Margie,
but I decided to let it go and see what happened. For
all I knew she could be gone by morning, back to her
husband or someone else.
***
She spent the night in her tent, our shower together
the bright spot of the evening. She wasn't body-shy
around me, letting me look at her to my heart's
content. I got a short kiss on the cheek when she left,
and she told me she'd see me in the morning. That night
there were two orgasms for me, one right after the
other.
Her car was gone when I woke up, so I called my Dad and
explained that I would be sending him some film to
develop and return, and please not to ask questions. He
agreed with a smile I could hear over the phone, and
hung up saying "Good for you, sweetie!"
Lauren came back about noon and stopped at her tent to
change into shorts and a top, walking over to my site
with a big grin. Taking a beer from the cooler, she
popped the top and took a big swallow, telling me "The
lawyer went to court this morning, I've got a
restraining order on the jerk!"
"Great," I said glumly, I guess that means you can go
home now."
"Not a chance, I'm staying here until the next hearing
at least, that's another month away," she said.
"Good, that'll give us a chance to get the pictures
back, can you take me into town to mail them?" I asked.
"You bet!" she said.
I dressed and she drove into Quigley, her long legs
flexing as she worked the pedals. I boxed and mailed
the three rolls of film, sending them overnight express
with a note inside, then we ate lunch at the local
diner. The burgers were delicious and the cokes were
ice cold, making me feel the heat when we walked
outside. The drugstore had some hats I liked, so I
bought one and put it on, mugging for her benefit and
getting a big grin in return.
***
That evening we watched the sunset at the picnic table,
then went to take a shower. On the way back she gripped
my hand again, lacing her fingers in mine. We went
inside the camper and sat on the couch facing each
other, sitting with our knees touching, dressed only in
our underwear. The lacy edges on her pink ones put my
plain cotton briefs to shame, but I decided it was time
to get to know her.
I pulled the cooler closer and said "Talk to me, tell
me about Lauren Morgan."
"Where should I start?" she laughed.
"At the beginning would be a good place," I giggled.
"Well, 29 years ago David and Marie Sheldon had this
little girl, and they named her Lauren," she began.
"Daddy was a doctor and Mom was a nurse, so I grew up
in a medical family.....when I decided to become a
nurse, that made everybody happy, but it wasn't what I
really wanted," she said.
"What did you want?" I asked
"To be a dancer, not a ballerina, just a dancer,
sometimes I can feel the music like it's in my veins,"
she sighed.
"What made you marry Tom Morgan?" I asked.
"It was sorta expected of me, I guess, I wasn't getting
any younger and my parents were pushing at me to get
settled and start a family, they were looking forward
to having the patter of little feet around, you know?"
she asked.
I nodded and she continued "Then when we found out
there wouldn't be any, the trouble started... Tom
started making demands I couldn't possibly fulfill, and
I got resentful... one night during an argument he hit
me and I left, only to come back after three days... he
was very apologetic and said it wouldn't happen again,
and I believed him."
"The usual," I commented.
"Yeah, and then it got worse, so I left before he could
hit me again, and here I am!" she said brightly.
"What about friends, could you have stayed with them?"
I asked.
"No, I never really had a close girlfriend, I was a
nerdy kid who studied a lot, I never had tits until I
was 17... now everybody I knew back then is married and
living in the country it seems like, all of them in the
same narrow social circle," she said.
"How long were you with Tom?" I asked, draining my
bottle and getting another.
"Six years total, five and a half married to him," she
replied.
"What are you going to do now?" I asked.
"I don't know, the lawyer says I'm entitled to half of
his money, and he can keep the house... it was only
four walls, it was never a home," she said sadly. I
nodded and got up to pee, leaving her with her
thoughts.
I came back and sat down again, lighting a candle and
turning off the light. The dancing flame highlighted
her eyes, and she smiled at me.
Lowering her voice to almost a whisper, she said "You
know, I've never had a girlfriend I could confide in or
ask questions of, like a best friend."
"What about your Mom?" I asked.
"Oh, Mom was a mom, you'd never catch her talking to me
about private stuff, like sex or boys when I was 14 she
handed me a book and told me to read it, all medical
crap about various diseases and things, it scared the
hell out of me!" she exclaimed.
"Were you a virgin when you married Tom?" I inquired.
"Yes, and so was he, I think, it took us 2 days of our
honeymoon for him to ever get it in me without shooting
gooey shit all over my stomach," she giggled.
"Did he hurt you?" I asked.
"No, it isn't big enough to hurt," she said holding her
fingers about four inches apart and giggling.
"I even took him in my ass a couple of times, and it
wasn't that uncomfortable," she said, blushing and
lowering her head.
"Lots of people like their butts played with, no harm
in it if you're careful," I said.
"I've never admitted that to anyone before, about my
ass I mean," she said.
"I don't believe it's something that would come up over
morning coffee at the neighbor's house," I laughed,
taking a pull from my bottle.
"Probably not, or maybe so, who knows?" she giggled,
patting my knee.
A couple of minutes of comfortable silence passed, then
she asked "What about you, who is Ginny?"
"Ginny is a 25 year-old who wears her heart on her
sleeve and is continually getting bashed for it," I
said, "not to mention that the neighbors hide their
kids from lesbians."
"When did you know?" she asked, genuine concern in her
voice.
"I was about 13, I guess, somewhere in there, I
realized that boys weren't for me," I said.
"What did your Mom do?" she asked.
"Mom died when I was two, trying to give birth to my
little brother, he was breech and the cord was wrapped
around his neck, neither of them made it," I sighed.
"Fuck!, that's awful!" she cried, leaning forward and
pressing her hand to my cheek.
"It's ok now, what few memories I have are of a nice
lady, it's better this way," I said.
"So your Dad raised you?" she asked.
"Yup, never remarried, always gave me choices and let
me choose, never said a word when I'd change my mind
about something... told me it was good to be flexible
and open-minded," I said.
"Sounds like a nice guy," she said.
"He is, I love him to death, he's always been there for
me," I said.
***
We sat in the near-darkness, the flickering light
bouncing from the walls but not illuminating our inner
thoughts, the secrets or the feelings we'd shared.
Ghost-like, she got up from the couch and went to the
bathroom, putting her bottle on the counter. I opened
another one and took a long pull, letting the bubbles
burn my throat.
She returned nude, her panties in her hand, dropping
them to the floor.
"Can I stay here again?" she asked softly, "I want to
hold you."
"Are you sure you want to?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, sitting on the edge of the couch.
She sat quietly for a time, staring into her glass,
occasionally taking a sip from her drink. I knew she
had had a rough time, but my hormones wouldn't let me
alone. I wanted her, a relationship with her, I wanted
to love her like no one else had ever loved her before.
I don't know what a shrink would make of my intentions,
but I wanted her to feel as good about me as I felt
about her. That spark, that connection between two
people, I knew we had that. Maybe there could be more,
and if I didn't act, I'd never know.
"Could I kiss you?" I asked, moving closer, desperately
hoping she wouldn't say no. She nodded and leaned
toward me, closing her eyes. The first touch was
electric, her lips soft and shy, exploring my taste and
texture. I held her shoulder and gradually she moved
her hips closer to mine, the warmth of her skin
igniting my heat. No tongues, no passionate moans, just
a deep kiss of new friends. I broke it, leaning back
and letting out a contented sigh.
"You're sweet," I breathed, feeling my puss leaking
again.
She put her glass on the table and reached for me,
straddling my body and pushing me down. Her mouth was
frantic, placing little wet kisses on my neck and
shoulders, my face, anywhere she could. I responded in
kind, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her
close, the firmness of her tiny nipples making dents in
my chest. Her hips flattened against my leg, the heat
and wetness of her pussy grinding against me, making me
groan. Our tongues were in a duel, I was moving around
trying to get my leg between hers and kneading her ass
with both hands, I wanted to be as close as possible to
her.
She continued to writhe and moan as she ground her
pussy against my leg, stiffening and arching her back
as she came quickly, moaning with her release. Long
seconds passed while she didn't move, her breathing
ragged and her hips pressing small circles against me,
drenching my thigh. I held her tightly as the orgasm
slowly passed and she slumped onto me, caressing my
breast with one hand.
Her head was close to my neck and she kissed me there,
a small kiss of what I hoped was joy or happiness, her
breath catching in spurts as the aftershocks came and
went. I rubbed her back and butt while she calmed, the
softness of her skin a delight to my fingers. God, to
love someone like this, just being able to hold her and
touch her made me happy.
After a few minutes she raised her head and looked at
me.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"For what?" I asked, " you don't have anything to be
sorry for."
"You didn't..." she murmured.
"That's ok, you did, that's the important thing," I
replied.
She laid her head back down and I continued to stroke
her back, working the muscles to relax her, the
occasional finger or palm caressing the soft globes of
her butt. I fell asleep with her head on my chest and
her leg over mine, her soft breath wrinkling my nipple.
***
I awoke the next morning with something very warm
tugging gently at my left nipple. I opened my eyes and
saw the top of her head, slowly realizing it was her
mouth. I needed to pee, and her hand was rubbing
circles on my belly in the vicinity of my bladder, very
close to my pubic hair.
I said "Good morning," and she started, picking up her
head and grinning at me.
"I was hoping you'd wake up pretty soon," she said.
"I've GOT to pee!" I exclaimed, rolling out and running
toward the bathroom.
A couple of long minutes later I was empty, and
brushed my hair and teeth. Feeling somewhat normal
again, I went back to the couch and said "Hi."
"I made coffee, and there's toast if you want," she
smiled.
"Thank you," I replied, getting a cup.
She had been busy besides making coffee, her underwear
was gone from the floor but she was still naked,
sitting cross-legged on the back of the couch facing
me. Her hair was down and loose, dark waves spilling
over her shoulders.
"I like your hair like that," I said.
"Thank you," she smiled, "I was hoping you might."
It took me a few minutes to wake up, then I asked her
"What do you want to do today, got any lawyerly stuff?"
"Nope," she grinned, "I want to stay here with you,
just like this, all day."
"Can't get a tan indoors," I smiled.
"Well then, let's take a blanket and go for a walk in
the woods," she grinned.
"Ok," I said, "I'll pack a cooler with food and stuff,
you go get your suit, I'll meet you back here in ten
minutes."
She pointed to the door and I saw her suit and a small
duffel, perched on top of a rolled blanket. The blanket
was on a small cooler, apparently ready to go.
I got my suit off the rack and put it on while she did
the same by the door. Grabbing the cooler by the handle
she said "Come on, I'm ready!"
We ran holding hands the first few yards into the
woods, and then slowed to a leisurely pace, walking
with our arms around each other. Somewhere near where
we had taken the photos, she stopped and said "Here." I
spread the blanket in the shade of two trees, and
watched as she removed her suit and sat down.
"Off!" she said, looking at me.
I complied, blushing yet again as her eyes bored holes
in me, watching my every move.
"Lay down on your stomach," she said, taking a bottle
of tanning oil from her bag. I did so, and soon felt
her hands oiling me from head to foot.
"Roll over," she said.
I did as I was told and she continued to massage the
oil into my skin. She avoided my pubes but paid special
attention to my breasts, hardening the nipples.
"There, all done," she said, grinning.
"Want me to do you?" I asked.
"I thought you'd never ask!" she giggled, rolling
quickly to her stomach and pulling her hair up. Her
skin was warm and smooth as I applied the oil over her
back and butt, stroking her skin with firm movements. I
didn't have to tell her to roll over, she knew when I
was done. Her front side was finished in minutes, and
as I sat the bottle down she said "Lay with me,
please."
I laid down next to her and she pulled me closer until
I was lying almost on top of her, our slick hot skin
slippery with oil.
"Please, touch me like you did before," she asked,
placing my palm on her breast. The nipple reacted
immediately, stiffening under my touch, and I rolled it
gently between thumb and fingertip, making her smile.
Her hands explored my breasts at the same time,
kneading the flesh on top and caressing the sides.
"So soft!" she breathed, raising her head to kiss me.
Some time later we broke for air and she said "I love
kissing you, it's never been like this with a man."
"What do you mean?" I asked. Her fingertips played with
my cheek and she answered "The way it makes me feel
inside, secure, needed maybe, wanted for sure."
"Oh, I want you," I breathed, "very much." I nuzzled
her neck and nipped her earlobe, raising goose bumps on
her skin. As I bent to kiss her again, she whispered
"Take me."
Keeping my mouth glued to hers, I slid partway off of
her and put my hand between her legs, opening her with
a finger. She moaned in my mouth and I pressed a little
deeper, getting my finger wet. I probed for her come
spot, that little raspberry-textured nubbin inside her
that would make her scream. I found it a little lower
than usual, about the size of a large olive, and
pressed upward massaging it in circles. She gasped and
quivered at the first touch, then her pussy started
clamping on my finger in rhythm to my strokes, my hand
getting wetter by the minute.
I broke our kiss and moved to kneel between her legs,
one hand inside and the other pushing down on her
belly. My knuckles had her slit spread wide, and I
watched her clit throb with my strokes, a drop or two
of cum leaking from it each time. My palm had about a
half a teaspoon of liquid in it when she climaxed,
clutching the blanket with white knuckles and screaming
loudly once, then subsiding into guttural moans and
cries. Her back arched and she whipped her head from
side to side, her eyes squeezed shut, her pussy
fluttering and spasming against my finger.
As she started to slow down, I substituted my mouth on
her clit for my finger, feeling her grab my hair and
cry out, "Nonononono, oh God oh God!". I kept sucking
gently, licking it, stopping long enough to ask "You
want me to stop?"
"Nononono, oh God please don't stop!" she cried,
pressing my face back down.
She tasted sweet, her labia soft and tender and very
slippery against my mouth. I teased her, sucking her
clit until she was close, then slacking off and licking
around it, dipping my tongue into her vagina. The inner
lips were full and meaty, tightly attached to her hood.
Sucking them in as deep as I could, I began flicking
her clit with my tongue, urging her to come. Her thighs
clamped around my head shutting off all sound as she
came, writhing and bucking her hips to meet my tongue,
her hand embedded in my hair. I kept my mouth on her as
long as I could, feeling her little button shrink away
and hide, sucking her labia and her tunnel, swallowing
all I could get.
Her legs relaxed after a time and she slumped back, her
eyes closed and her arm over her head. I let her rest
and got a beer from the cooler.
I was sitting on my haunches when her eyes came open
and she slowly raised herself to her elbows.
"You want something to drink?" I asked, handing her my
bottle.
"Please," she croaked, "I'm so dry."
I let her have that one and opened another, asking her
"Are you ok?"
"I think so," she replied, "but I have never, ever come
like that!"
"Does that mean you liked it?" I giggled, smiling at
her wan face.
"Like is not a powerful enough word," she said as she
sat up. I scooted closer and got a warm hug, her
slippery warm skin and that cinnamon smell engulfing
me. We sat close for a few minutes, simply enjoying
each other's caress.
I finished my beer and walked around the rock, hunting
for a place to pee. Squatting down next to a tree and
relieving myself, I thought I'd better tell her the
rest of my kinks and habits before we got too involved
to break it off without severe damage to both of us.
When I returned, she was sitting as I'd left her with a
fresh beer in her hand.
"We're gonna have to go back pretty soon," she said
giggling, "we're almost out of beer."
"We can manage," I said, "but there's a couple things I
feel you ought to know first."
"Like what?" she asked, "I think I know all I need to
right now."
"Not quite," I said, "women lovers are different than
men."
"I'll say!" she exclaimed, almost snorting beer through
her nose. When she recovered, I continued "When I make
love to someone like we just did, I like to get their
whole body involved, not all at once, but over time
make love to ALL of them......there's so much more than
tits and pussies, you know what I mean?"
"No, not really," she said.
"Well, there's your feet, your knees, your back, your
butt, your neck and ears, you know, the whole you," I
said.
"You'd kiss my feet?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"If you wanted," I replied, morbidly thinking that
disclosing this information was not such a good idea
after all. She sat for a few moments, apparently
deciding how to let me down gently, then raised her
head and smiled at me.
"After what you did for me today, the way you make me
feel whenever I'm around you, I'd have to tell you that
every square inch of me is yours whenever and wherever
you want it........remember what I said earlier, when
we were just getting into it?"
I nodded and she said "I meant it."
I laid beside her and we kissed again, our fates
perhaps sealed and perhaps not, all I knew was that I
was happy and so was she.
Later in the afternoon, she laid on me and kissed her
way down to my fur, telling me "I want to." Her tongue
was gentle and wet, her fingers holding me open while
she licked me. I raised my legs and spread my knees,
guiding her head with light touches or a whispered
word. It took awhile, but I loved every second of it,
climaxing at the last with her mouth on my clit,
sucking hard and swallowing several times. She raised
her head and looked at me funny, then asked "Did I do
it right?" I pulled her to me and kissed her, sharing
my wetness, murmuring "Yes, yes," in her ear.
"You get really wet when you come," she said.
"I know, do I taste bad?" I asked.
"No, but I thought I did something wrong," she said.
"Nothing's wrong if it feels like that," I said.
***
On the way back we decided to swim for awhile before
supper, the heat was making my suit stick to me. Neck
deep and unseen in the water, she put her hand down my
bottoms and played with my clit while lightly pinching
my nipples. I returned the favor and got a shivery
little orgasm from her while her legs were wrapped
around me.
I cooked burgers and made potato salad, then we went to
shower.
Inside the building, she asked "Can we shower
together?"
"I guess so, as long as we don't get caught," I
replied.
"I can still taste you from this afternoon," she
smiled.
"Me too," I grinned back, leaning to kiss her.
We stood under the warm spray, kissing and touching
until I felt the need to pee and told her "I'll be
right back, I gotta pee."
"Do it here, it all goes to the same place," she said.
"At home I pee in the shower, but I didn't want to
gross you out," I said.
"Nothing gross about it," she grinned, "here, let me
show you something."
She cupped my sex in her hand and started rubbing my
clit on both sides with her fingertips, telling me " Go
ahead."
"I don't know if I can, that feels too good," I said,
leaning back and spreading my legs.
"Relax," she said.
I eventually peed, the feeling of having my clit rubbed
while I did giving me a quick little shudder of an
orgasm, the hot liquid against my clit very intense. I
finished and she rinsed her hand, asking me "Nice,
huh?"
"Yes!" I said, "where did you learn that?"
"I started masturbating in the bathroom and discovered
it by accident one day," she smiled.
We finished our shower and got out, drying each other
with tender looks and touches. Standing in front of the
mirror she winked at me and said "You're not the only
kinky one, you know." I laughed out loud and thought
I'd put kink to the test that evening, and show her how
good different things can feel.
Inside the camper we made the bed and lit a candle
again, this time nude. We had nothing to hide, and I
think she liked looking at me just as much as I liked
looking at her. I got my beer, gave her the brandy
bottle and asked "Do you feel like doing something
different tonight?"
"Anything you want," she said.
"Roll over and put this pillow under your tummy," I
said. When she was in position, I laid behind her and
kissed her ass cheeks, massaging them with my hands and
running my tongue from her slit to her rosebud,
pressing my tongue as deep as I could.
"Mmmmmmm," she said, "nice!"
She opened for me, spreading her legs wide and holding
her cheeks with her hands, my tongue bathing her
creases.
Getting to my knees, I slid my middle finger inside her
canal, working it around and in and out, pressing down
against her come spot. She wriggled with it, soft moans
of pleasure coming from her. As she got wetter, I put
some on her asshole, working it inside with my finger.
She let go of her butt and raised her arms, resting her
head on them, telling me "Feels good." When I put my
thumb inside she gasped and tensed up, clenching her
ass cheeks together.
"Relax, it's just my thumb, it won't go very deep," I
told her. She was hot and tight back there and I went
slowly, keeping my middle finger deep inside her pussy.
She gradually relaxed enough to make my hand movements
easier, and I started rubbing my finger and thumb
together, massaging the thin membrane between her
rectum and vagina.
She arched her back and spread her cheeks, murmuring
"Deeper." Grinning, I complied, pumping my hand as deep
as it would go with slow easy strokes. She started
grunting with each one and I knew she was getting
close, her pussy clenching and shivering around my
finger. She squeaked a couple of times and then tensed,
her pussy clamped on my finger tight. A low moan
escaped her lips as she shook three or four times, her
pussy flooding my hand. I massaged her insides for
about another minute, feeling her slowly relax, and
removed my finger and thumb.
"Aaaahhhhh God! that was good!" she sighed. I patted
her on the ass and said "I'll be right back."
I washed my hands and returned to the front, finding
her sitting up. I popped a beer and sat facing her,
asking her "Well, what do you think?"
She pushed me down and laid on top of me, her belly
against my fur, nuzzling my nipples. Raising her head
she said "I think I liked it."
We played for awhile, her sucking my breasts and me
stroking her shoulders and back, the comfort of warm
skin keeping us close. She moved a little higher so she
could kiss me, and asked me "Did you know your pussy is
wet?" as she wiggled her hips against me.
"Yeah, it's always that way," I smiled, thinking 'since
I met you'.
"Can I?" she asked, a devilish grin on her face.
"If you want," I whispered, cupping her face and
kissing her.
She kissed and licked her way down my body and I spread
my legs, anxious for her tongue to give me some
release. I felt her finger go inside, probing deep and
thrusting as her tongue bathed my labia. Her mouth
found my growing clit and she sucked and licked at it,
making me gasp with pleasure when her tongue flicked it
from underneath. I felt it coming quickly, my moans
coming faster and faster, then she sucked it hard and
hit my come spot, pressing and releasing in short
little pumps. I pushed my hips up and came hard,
hearing her grunt "mmph...mmph...mmph..." as she
swallowed my cum. There must have been a lot of it, she
was wiping her face with the back of her hand and
licking her fingers when I came to a minute later. She
was grinning that devilish smile and said "I did it
right that time!"
"Gaaah," was all I could manage.
Later we put on our suits and snuck out to the lake,
wading in until we were neck deep and taking them off.
The warm water and her naked body against mine were
heaven on earth, the kisses and caresses an added
bonus. We ran from the water to the camper naked,
giggling and squealing like children, thrilled at being
so daring and not getting caught. Sleep came quickly
for both of us, relaxed and happy, wet hair and all.
***
The next morning we were rudely awakened by someone
pounding on the door and yelling "Ginny Bergstrom!,
wake up Ginny!" I wrapped my robe around me and opened
the door, seeing Jeremy standing there breathless.
"Come quick, Pa says you got a package you gotta sign
for, the man won't wait!" he said, the words running
into each other as he spoke.
"Be right there, gimme a minute," I replied, shutting
the door in his face.
"Who is it?" Lauren asked sleepily.
"A package, must be the pictures," I replied as I
hurriedly dressed in shorts and a shirt. I ran from the
camper to the office and found a grumpy delivery man
standing there with a large box in his hands, eyeing me
suspiciously.
"Are you Ginny Bergstrom?" he wanted to know.
"Yes," I replied.
"You got an ID?" he asked.
"Yeah, back at my camper," I replied.
"It's her, Bill, give her the damn package!" Bud
interjected from behind the counter. Bill looked at me,
then at Bud, finally saying "Sign here, please," as he
handed me a clipboard.
I scrawled my name and took the box, surprisingly heavy
for it's size. Inside the camper Lauren was up and had
the coffee going, brushing her hair. I dumped the box
on the counter and said "Looks like we got some
pictures back."
"Wow," she said, "double prints, you think?"
"And then some, if weight is any indication," I
laughed.
We drank coffee and woke up as we looked at the photos,
and I marveled at how my Dad had gone all out. Out of
the 108 pictures, over half were 8 by 10's, mostly the
ones of her. There were two identical sets, each
separately wrapped, along with a short scribbled note
from Dad which said "She's pretty!" I could tell that
they'd been done by hand, each image was crystal clear
with perfect color.
In some I could see the individual hairs on Lauren's
body, especially the closeups, and I blushed when she
pointed to one of me and giggled "I've seen that up
close!"
I packed them back in their wrappers and put my set in
the bunk up front, along with all the other important
things I didn't want to lose. Lauren took hers to her
car and locked them in the trunk, parking the car in
the shade. That afternoon we sunbathed for awhile, then
went inside and made love, our mouths and hands hungry
for the feel and taste of the other.
***
It seemed as if having the pictures, solid evidence
that she had indeed been with another woman, loosened
Lauren's inhibitions. Each day that passed she wanted
to try anything new and exciting. We talked about
everything and anything, from books and music to
politics, finding that for the most part our
experiences and opinions matched. Our walks in the
woods became a daily part of our lives, and we both
gradually lost most of our tan lines and suit marks.
She enjoyed me playing with her butt especially often,
and I did get to suck on her toes to prove they were
connected to the rest of her, even though she giggled
through most of it until she came.
Our other sex, the non-experimental kind, was the most
loving and tender I have ever experienced. Her
fingertips and lips would get my nipples so hard they
ached. I never failed to thrill at her kisses, the
warmth and wetness of her mouth exploring my own. On
our sides in a relaxed 69, her mouth and hands drove me
crazy with desire, the orgasms multiple and explosive
for both of us. As Roni had predicted, my ovaries
caught fire on a regular basis.
Bud came to the camper one afternoon as we were cooking
supper on the grill and told Lauren not to bother
coming to the office and paying her fees each week, she
hadn't used the space. She gave the tent to Jeremy and
parked her car closer to the camper after that, she
said if everyone knew about us anyway, what was the use
of trying to pretend otherwise? I agreed.
There were two more hearings, both found in her favor,
and she collected some of her things from her house
under the watchful eye of the Sheriff and me. I went
with her for two reasons, one because she asked me, the
other because I wanted to see this jerk she'd married.
He never showed, but as we drove away from the storage
unit, she said "Not much to show for six years of your
life, is it?"
Back at the campground she seemed bubbly and happy
again, she had money in the bank, a beautiful lover,
(to quote her) and her life was going in the right
direction. I was not worried about the present, I was
concerned about the future. Eventually I'd have to
return to work, even if part-time, and she looked at
the ads for nurses in the Sunday papers each week.
Our idyllic existence came crashing to an end about the
middle of August when she said "I've got to go to work,
I'm running out of money." It turned out that her ex-
husband, a loser in the bedroom, was a winner in the
money part of their relationship. He'd put most of what
he owned into a corporation, making her half of their
jointly owned assets very small.
"You can make him sell the house and give you half," I
said, thinking that might extend our togetherness for
awhile.
"I signed it over to him at the last hearing, I don't
want the place anyway," she replied. She tried to calm
me down by telling me it was ok, she'd write, she'd
visit, she'd call, and all I could do was sit there and
bawl.
Later that night while she held me close, she said "Now
you know why I wanted the pictures." That set me off on
a new round of crying, and I walked outside in my robe
with a beer and sat at the picnic table, trying
desperately to make some sense of where I was. I didn't
want the fuckin' pictures, I wanted her!
I went inside and begged her to reconsider, and
although her eyes filled with tears the same as mine,
she was determined to find work and get settled. I
moped around for the next three days, touching her and
making love with her as often as my body would let me.
She never refused me, even encouraged me at times, but
I knew in the end I'd be alone.
***
The morning she left she was dressed in a nice suit
with heels, looking like the professional she was. She
promised to call as soon as she got a place to stay,
and every day after that. I must have given her my
phone number at the apartment and the shop five times,
my eyes constantly brimming with tears. She drove off
with a little wave and a honk of the tinny horn,
leaving me alone.
I spent the afternoon and evening getting very drunk,
then calling my Dad to cry on his shoulder. After 20
minutes, he said "Call me when you're sober," and hung
up on me. I went to the camper and got the pictures
down, having every intention of burning them to ashes.
As I sorted through the pile looking at her, I knew I'd
have to keep them, there wasn't any way I could bring
myself to destroy them. I packed them back into their
safe place and cried myself to sleep.
I packed for the road the next day, getting Jeremy to
help with the jacks and things, giving him a ten-dollar
bill as a tip. Bud smiled at me when I went to the
office to pay my bill, and told me "Things have a way
of workin' out when you least expect it."
"I doubt it," I scoffed, but I knew his intentions were
good and his heart was in the right place, he was
trying to comfort me.
***
2 days later I arrived home and parked the camper,
emptying it of everything I owned and cleaning it from
top to bottom. I sat and cried again when I found a
pair of her panties under the edge of the couch, the
blue silk pair I loved so much.
I took a pill to help me sleep and woke up the next
morning with a clear head, afraid of talking to my Dad
but knowing I had to. I walked in and his face lit up,
saying "Welcome home!" Hugs were exchanged and we went
into the back to talk. I explained everything that had
happened, breaking into tears when I described her
leaving. He just nodded and kept feeding me coffee,
smiling sympathetically at my distress. I cleaned up
and went to work developing film or working the
counter, figuring that the busier I was, the less time
I had to think.
When he locked the door that night at six, he said "You
wanna get a quick bite before you go home?" I didn't
really want to go home, it was an empty shell with some
shit in it from a previous life, I thought of it as a
place with ugly memories. We ate Italian and my Dad
dropped me off at my door about 7, and I went up the
stairs.
I stripped off for my shower and was about to go to the
bathroom when the phone rang.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hi!, its me!" Lauren said, "I told you I'd call."
"Oh God, it is you!" I cried, "where are you?"
"Picking up loose ends, tying the wrapper on the
package as my lawyer says," she said.
"When can I see you?" I asked, "I miss you!"
"I miss you too, you don't know how much," she said
softly.
"Oh Lauren, I love you!" I said, my eyes overflowing
with tears.
"I love you too," she whispered.
"Oh God!" I whimpered, unable to think of anything to
say.
"I've got to go now, can I call you tomorrow?" she
asked.
"Yes! Yes!, please call, I'll be here! What time?" I
cried.
"About 7:30, that ok?" she asked.
"Yes!" I said.
"Bye for now, Ginny, talk to you tomorrow," she said,
and hung up. I sat and stared at the receiver in my
hand, hanging it up after a time. She didn't lie, she
called! I thought happily, maybe I will get to see her
again.
Sleep was restless and filled with dreams, evil things
of death and loss, along with sexual images from the
past. I woke up exhausted and went to take another
shower to remove the stink of fear from my skin.
The day crawled by, the seconds ticking on the clock so
slowly I checked it to see if it was running. Evening
finally arrived and Dad locked up, giving me a hug
before we went our separate ways. I rushed home and sat
by the phone, running to the kitchen for a beer and
back quickly so I wouldn't miss her call. I peed with
the bathroom door open and waited, anxious and tense.
7:30 came and went, as did 8 and 8:30. At 9 I gave up
and went to shower, hoping that she was alright,
there'd been no accident, thinking maybe she hadn't had
change for the pay phone, any excuse to rationalize the
fact she hadn't called. Miserable, I cried in the
shower, letting the spray wash my tears away, thinking
'you've done it again you dumb bitch, you just had to
say it, didn't you?'
I sprawled on the couch and drank a beer, staring at
the TV with the sound off, my bare feet on the coffee
table. Thinking I would give it one last try, I
rummaged in my wallet and found the number she'd given
me the day she left. Dialing, I held my breath as the
ringing tone sounded in my ear. There was a click and a
female voice said "Hello, you have reached the offices
of Hoskins and Myers, Attorneys-at-law, our normal
office hours are from...." I hung it up before she
could continue, realizing I had no way to contact
Lauren directly. I took a pill and went to bed, hugging
my pillows and crying myself to sleep.
***
The next evening Dad invited me to supper and I
accepted, thinking that dinner with someone I cared for
was much easier than going home to face empty walls and
a phone that wouldn't ring. We sat in a booth and I
ordered steak and a salad, eating slowly without much
appetite. Halfway through the meal Dad broke the
silence when he told me "Ginny, you've got to be
patient."
"About what?" I asked, knowing full well what he was
going to say.
"This love thing, I know it's uncomfortable, but...."
"It's not uncomfortable, it hurts!" I said, wiping away
the tears. I lowered my head and felt the seat next to
me move, as if someone was sitting down.
I glanced to my right, and there she was! It was her,
Lauren, smiling at me!
"Aahh!" I squeaked, and hugged her tight, burying my
face in her neck. I felt her arms go around me and she
hugged me back. Her cinnamon scent filled my nose as I
hiccupped and tried to talk, wiping my eyes.
"I missed you! did you call? where have you been? are
you ok?" I babbled.
"I'm fine, I couldn't call because I was on the road,
and I love you too," she smiled, holding my hand. I
guess I caused a scene, the waiter came over and asked
if everything was ok, and my Dad said "Yes, we're
alright now."
When I calmed down, Dad said "Lauren called the shop
today at noon, while you were out to lunch... she was
still on the highway and didn't know when she would
arrive... we arranged for her to meet us here."
I glared at him and asked "Why didn't you tell me?"
Lauren said "Because I asked him not to, I wanted it to
be a surprise."
"You're both mean, making me suffer those extra hours,"
I said.
"It was worth it, you should have seen the look on your
face," Lauren giggled.
I finished my beer and Dad excused himself, leaving us
alone in the booth, holding hands and staring at each
other.
"I need to stay with you tonight," she said, "there's
some things I have to say that are for your ears only."
Happily I said "Yes!", then a chill hit my spine and I
became apprehensive, what if she had traveled all this
way just to say goodbye? My mood broken, I listened
half-heartedly to their conversation, my stomach in
knots.
Lauren drove me home and came upstairs, putting her
small bag on the floor just inside the door. I pushed
it shut and leaned close, gathering her in my arms, her
body warm and soft. We kissed, a long hungry one, and I
started to get undressed. I had my shoes off and was
working on the zipper of my skirt when she said "Talk
first, ok?", and led me to the couch. I sat and tried
to smile, my hands in my lap. She caressed my cheek
with her palm and said "I cried myself to sleep that
first night I was away from you, you know that?"
I shook my head no and she continued "Well' I did, and
I figured there had to be a reason, besides missing you
like hell!" I nodded and she said "You told me on the
phone that you loved me, and I want to know if you
meant it."
"Oh yes!" I cried, hugging her.
She pushed me back a little and said "I think I fell in
love with you that very first night, you remember when
I got so drunk?"
"Unh-huh," I replied.
"Since then, I've felt different, alive, happy, but
only when I'm with you.....when I'm alone I feel empty,
sad, worthless," she said quietly.
"I feel the same way," I said, the tears coming against
my will. I grabbed her and crushed her to me, holding
her tight. I kissed her neck and her ears, feeling the
goose bumps start on her arms.
"Two more things," she said, pushing me back again.
"What?!" I asked impatiently.
"Your Dad and I had a long talk, he wants us to move in
with him, he says the house is too big for one person,
AND he wants to retire and move to Florida."
"Ok," I said, "what else?"
"I work at the hospital just down the road, I start
Monday....can you deal with seeing me in a white
uniform?" she laughed.
"I'd rather see you naked," I replied.
The conversation over, she stood up and pulled me to
her, guiding my hands to her ass and whispering "Unzip
me, please." My hand found the tab and pulled,
releasing the dress from her body. She stepped out of
it and hugged me again, bare-breasted and warm. I
kissed my way down her body to her belly, sliding my
fingers into her panties and pulling them off her hips.
I kissed her pussy, licking her belly, smelling her
perfume and her arousal together.
She pulled my shirt over my head and sucked my nipples,
murmuring soft sounds. I hopped out of my underwear as
I led her to the shower and turned on the water,
squeezing us both into the small space.
After, I walked her to the bedroom and watched as she
flopped on her back, spreading her legs in invitation.
As I got on the bed to kiss her she said "Hey, you
wouldn't know where a horny girl like me could get a
good butt fuckin', would you?"
I grinned and said "God, I love it when you talk
dirty!"
END
Author's note: I didn't use chapters or episodes for
this one because it only covers a small space of time
in two women's lives, and I thought it best told as a
single narrative piece. If you like it, please let me
know at the e-mail above.
All rights reserved, copyright (c) 2004 by Janna
Leonard.
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okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
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