Beginning Anew: Part 1
Once upon a time, I was among the most popular girls in high school. I stood tall at 5'8", had a luscious figure, and long, wavy blonde hair that would reach my backside when not in a ponytail. I was a well-rounded individual: a cheerleader, studious, academically sound, humble, and approachable to everyone.
I hailed from a modest family. Dad worked at the local mill while my mother stayed at home, making a little extra money with Avon and odd sewing jobs. I was always a well-behaved teenager who never rebelled or caused any real trouble. While I didn't dress provocatively, I was often deemed "sexy" and received attention from most boys. However, I didn't really date anyone consistently, as I was more interested in having fun than settling down in a serious relationship.
When I look back, my fascination lay with bad boys like Mike. He was rough around the edges: unkempt hair, oversized T-shirts, and torn Levi's jeans. He didn't focus on his academics and spent more time with the principals than any of us did. Yet, he managed to buy a red Mustang through working weekends. He was no criminal but just craved excitement, seeking to live rebelliously rather than conforming to societal norms. And that's exactly what attracted me to him; my hunger for thrill and adventure matched his characteristics.
Mike and I dated frequently. We were even regarded as a couple. As high school seniors, we often skipped classes and took joyrides, occasionally ending up at secluded spots where we'd make out. Our immature behavior extended to having sex in various locations, frequently taking the risk of discovery. After completing high school, Mike went to work at the mill, just like our fathers.
I had considered marrying him when we first started dating, but he never proposed. Later, I'm thankful he didn't.
I trained to be a massage therapist after graduating high school, but couldn't find work there, so I finished beauty school to become a hairdresser. However, there were insufficient jobs available locally, so I worked from home with my mother's friend at a salon. The pandemic further restricted my prospects. We've been stuck in this shabby two-bedroom shack for almost two years now.
My job as a hairdresser and occasional massage therapist only provides us with enough money to pay our bills each month, with no room for savings. We're barely making it. And this dull, repetitive life is taking a toll on me. I've come to the conclusion that I'm currently locked in a never-ending cycle that needs to end.
I've decided to break free from my monotonous reality. Our primary financial burden is Mike's frequent visits to the local bar, 'Gullet Gulp,' a block away.
In my high school days, we'd often visit this bar as a couple for entertainment. When I stopped accompanying him, realizing the expenses were more important, Mike continued to frequent this bar, now without me.
A few months back, on a rare night out, I indulged in flirting with a fellow from school. Mike, likely on the lookout for a threesome, interpreted my actions wrongly. The fight that ensued between us interrupted the night, and the female friend left. Since then, Mike brought home women whenever he found one to fulfill his desires.
Sometimes, intoxicated women showed up who were not seeking a committed relationship. However, I remained on the sidelines and slept on the couch. It didn't bother me, knowing I'd be leaving him soon. Mike had sex with these strangers more often than with me. In fact, we had sex only once in the last month, and even then, I faked my orgasm because he was intoxicated. This situation reminded me of my desire to speed up my plans to leave.
A few weeks ago, he brought home Maggie, a woman who piqued my interest. She was a year older than me, married with a child, and everyone knew her husband was unfaithful. I found common ground with Maggie, understanding her need for sexual gratification or companionship. However, I wasn't brave enough to seek out sex publicly.
I couldn't help but be drawn to her; she knew it, but I declined to take part in a threesome when Mike suggested, choosing to sit on the sofa again.
One night, I found myself swept up in a kiss and a pair of hands sliding up my thigh, heading for my pussy.
My free hand instinctively moved behind her back, and my other to her breast. She brought me to orgasm, then continued to make me cum while we were both on our backs, sucking each other's nipples.
I fondly recalled how much I enjoyed my initial same-sex experience; this time was even better, and it felt naughty, a sexy arrangement, a clandestine, promiscuous encounter.
It had been ages since my last orgasm without masturbating, as Mike rarely had sex with me anymore.
Mike usually becomes horny when drinking, but since those memorable high school days, our relationship had become stale and unsatisfying. He rarely lasted during sex, often passing out mid-coitus.
Maggie and I had connected for an exhilarating afternoon of sex twice last week when both our partners were away at work. It felt like a breath of fresh air, rejuvenating not only my sex life but giving me a newfound sense of purpose. I considered us becoming a lesbian couple, even moving in together. I was seriously considering proposing to her.
Last night, Mike returned home with someone I had never seen before, lifting her groggy body out of the car.
She was moderately attractive, sexy, heavier than Maggie; however, my newly rekindled lesbian desires had piqued an interest in a threesome. I followed them into the bedroom.
She was lying next to us, seated on the side of the bed. I turned her face to me, pressing my lips to hers, oblivious to her foul breath. It was a short kiss. She was younger than me, perhaps a few years, with a cute, round face, chubby cheeks, and dimples. I had always thought dimples were sexy.
Mike collapsed trying to remove his socks and slipped onto the bed.
Thankful he was no longer a part of this, I decided to initiate sex with her. I pulled off her top as she lifted her arms, then removed her bra. I was pleasantly surprised to see her ample breasts, possibly 36C, with large dark areolas and erect nipples.
She cooperated as I gently caressed her nipples, her breaths becoming heavier with each squeeze. I tugged at her jeans, and she reached down to undress, lying on her back with her thighs apart. She had a protruding belly, not the slimmest waist, but wider hips, which seemed unusual for her body type.
Her thighs were a little thicker, and her hairy pubic area obscured her underwear.
I lay on my side beside her, captivated by her full breast, eager to taste her. My fingers slipped inside her panties. I wasn't getting the response I anticipated. I stopped sucking and looked at her.
She had drifted off to sleep.
I left in frustration, giving myself a somewhat satisfying orgasm on the couch. I considered using the hedge trimmers to trim her overgrown bush while she slept; it bothered me that it was unkempt.
I thought if I timed it right, Mike would need to leave for work, allowing us to spend the day together.
It's still early on Saturday morning, and the sun is barely piercing through the sky. The light pouring in through the patio doors wakes me. I'm struggling to fall back asleep, so I start the coffee pot and tiptoe into the bedroom. I rifle through Mike's pants, taking two twenties and a five-dollar bill; whenever he notices money missing, he blames me for stealing.
Mike is sprawled on his back, still wearing his boxers and one sock, while she's entirely naked, sprawled out, a mess of hair and limbs. She had a messy, brunette mane, and her inviting figure excited me.
I felt a desire to wake her by sliding between her legs and licking her, but if Mike awoke, he would likely push me aside or kick her out, just another miserable morning-after.
I had a brainstorm that struck a familiar chord in my loins; she could be like Maggie, another casual afternoon lover.
I'd get her number and arrange to meet her when Mike was working.
Examining through her belongings, I jot down her phone number and catch a glance of what kind of female she is; she's two years younger, not a familiar face from school; unmarried, living across town with her mother.
I review my stash, carefully storing it away in the dishwashing soap box under the sink; safe from Mike's inquisitive hands.
I've come up with various escape plans from this stagnant existence with Mike. Assured that I've amassed sufficient funds to flee, if I conduct my getaway smoothly and quickly, he won't hunt me down.
The past night would've been perfect for the departure, alas, I'm not fully equipped, I still need a vehicle if I use ours, Mike would be irked and certainly chase after me. It's hard to tell what could happen; while he's never been hands-on, the intensity of his temper could lead to violence. I've chosen not to trigger anything that could antagonize him, only collecting a few garments, my styling equipment, toiletries, and personal items.
I've reunited her belongings and draft a message to send afterward.
Sipping another cup of coffee, I wait for Mike's usual complaints about the 'morning after' scenario, which includes kicking out the overnight guest swiftly to prevent any confrontations.
3
"What the hell." A voice bellows angrily.
Here's the reemergence of my husband's disgruntled state caused by hangovers.
"For goodness' sake. How trashed was I? Did I sleep with you? Did I pay you? You're not even worth it," he strides out of bed, shirtless and left sock on, making his way to the bathroom, casually leaving the door ajar and even in the kitchen, I hear his urinating.
She hastily tees up her top, still disoriented and nervous, attempting to pull up her jeans while zipping them as she exits the room, clutching her luggage and undergarments in her arms. I hold out a plastic grocery bag, guiding her to fill it with her personal effects, while she scrambles to pull on her shoes by the door.
I converse in a hushed tone.
"Cross over to the eatery, sip on a cup of joe and elaborate on your texts." She leaves, and I sit back down, quaffing my coffee and initiating the message send.
Mike exits with a cup of coffee; shirtless. As attractive as his physique, no extra pounds, defined abs, subtle amount of dark body hair, and a massive asset - a nine-inch cock. Sadly, we no longer have a connection in bed; I still attribute sexual gratification to him.
He lingers on a chair; I prepare his cup of coffee. He caresses his facial hair and silently gestures me to be silent. I sense his gargantuan hangover.
"Did we sleep with her?"
"No, you both passed out, no sexual encounter ensued."
Inspecting the previously dispatched message:
{We've never technically acquainted, I'm Beth. I can't recall specific events from last night.
Disregard his crude words, he's just trying to avoid facing his own issues. There's a high chance that if you modify your ensemble and arrange your hair differently, he'll be craving another encounter with you. Mike has this pattern - spending weekends drinking excessively, venturing to a bar, bringing home a woman, and receiving pleasure by having me watch him during intimate moments; when I do engage, I derive more pleasure from it than he does.
Last night I had indeed planned on joining, but the two of you succumbed to slumber. However, I find you irresistible; one of the most adorable women Mike has brought home. He'll be leaving shortly; he's got a six-hour shift at the mill today. I'd gladly be receiving you again; I'll prepare a scrumptious breakfast.
My intention is to groom your nether regions; your wild pubic hair doesn't suit me, I'll pamper your body by showering it with my cunnilingus skills.}
I grin, hoping she'll agree to my invitation, finishing my coffee and speaking casually.
"Would you like me to prepare you lunch?" He nods in approval, as I whip him up a meal, he surprises me, taking a shower. Recently, Mike's hygiene habits have been poor, washing once or twice a week; inappropriate for someone who works so hard and sweats daily at the job. His hair is increasingly overgrown, and his beard has become unkempt, only trimming is when he plans a boozy evening out.
He embraces me at the entrance, clutching his lunch bag.
Questioning his sexual satisfaction, I caress his manhood through his pants.
"I adore this cock; I rarely orgasm these days, it's been weeks; you've barely fucked me; you bring home others."
I cradle his crotch, passionately kissing him once more.
My phone beeps, indicating a text incoming. It's from Katrina: Hi Beth, I'm K, short for Katrina. I'm not against having a shower first, especially if you help wash those areas of mine that are difficult to reach. {winky face emoji}
A short while later, K arrives in our bathroom. She lifts her shirt, allowing me to adjust the shower temperature to a comfortable warmth. I remove my robe, and she pushes down her jeans. I feel incredibly aroused in anticipation of what's to come. We embrace and share a passionate kiss, without her resisting my affection. I massage her breasts, tightening her nipples with my fingers.
K grabs the loofah and body wash before I can get to them. She gently rubs my breasts, and I return the favor, caressing her ample mammaries. I hand her the loofah, using it to scrub her back, shoulders, and butt. Meanwhile, I kneel in front of her to focus on her inner thighs and genital region.
We're both extremely turned on. I rub my breasts against hers, smudging our nipples together, playing with the nipple-on-nipple sensation. We French kiss deeply, grinding our breasts. She guides my hand to her pussy, her fingers on top of mine. She signals me to finger her clit, as she aids me in the process. She's gasping in pleasure. Her other hand stimulates my labia.
{Holy shit, I'm on the verge of an orgasm, but I didn't plan this. It's a runaway train I can't control.}
"Come on, finger me; I'm ready to climax, I want multiple orgasms with you. I'm so attracted to you."
She maintains her thumb on my clit while using two fingers to finger me. I reach my climax instantly. We're fingering each other under the shower, not letting go of our mouth contact. She climaxes shortly after me, wrapping her leg around mine for better access.
Later, we slowly dry each other using towels while maintaining our arousal.
We proceed to the bed.
"Wait," she says.
"Huh?"
I was incredibly drunk last night; I never realized how beautiful you are. Your exquisite body deserves admiration.
"I can't recall if we had sex. Did we?" I shake my head.
"Give me time to appreciate your stunning, desirable body." She holds my breasts with both hands, fingering their texture and shape. She's totally captivated, her eyes glued on mine. Her fingers explore every inch of my breasts, squeezing and fondling them. I've never been seduced like this; she's bewitching me.
"I'm overwhelmed by your sensuality," she whispers, nibbling on my earlobe.
{I'm shattered, enraptured, it's unbearable, intense.}
"I'm supposed to be the initiator, yet I'm losing control. You're mesmerizing me."
{I'm at her mercy.}
"You're surprisingly sexually uninhibited. This is my first time engaging in lesbian sex."
{She's seducing me. I intended to be the one in control, but I'm entranced.}
"I went to the Gulp intending to have sex with someone, but I was too drunk. I've been terribly horny for some time now." She kisses my neck, teases me by playing with my breasts again.
"I love your long, blonde hair." She brushes locks of my hair, tangled in her fingers.
"You seem like you've done this before."
She comes closer to kiss me on the lips.
"I've imagined this happening in my dreams countless times. I'm just doing what I think I'd want done to me."
{Indescribable.}
"Thank you for giving me a second chance."
{This feels wonderful.}
"I enjoy being with women. It's always in my fantasies when someone is having sex with me, I imagine it's a beautiful lady wearing a strap-on, already turning me on with her tongue." I'm ecstatic, almost giddy.
"I've never experienced a woman licking me." She confesses quietly.
She wraps her arms around me, hands roaming, caressing me. Her one hand rests on my breast, the other travels further down, and I spread my legs, eagerly awaiting the moment when she touches me. I'm so turned on, it feels like I'll climax before she even gets there. I shiver as her finger inches towards my vagina.
"AHH! C'mon, touch me, PLEASE!" I grab her hand, pushing it towards my genitals. Her fingers stroke my soft, sensitive lips, while my own pinch my clitoris.
"Holy crap, I'm having an orgasm, can't control my body!" I succumb to the climax, nearly falling over.
"Holy shit!" I slump onto the bed. K lies down next to me, and we kiss passionately.
"You told me about your cunnilingus skills; I'd like you to teach me." Her tongue creats a trail between my breasts.
"If you genuinely like me." I grips her head, hold her.
"Her eyes meet mine, full of desire." She moves around me, her hands stemming from behind, sliding along my body. Her one hand remains on my breast, the other ventures further, and I'm getting closer and closer to climaxing. I spread my legs and grip her hand, making sure she doesn't stop.
"AHH! TOUCH ME! MAKE ME COME!" I grip her hand closer to my vagina. Her finger glides along my soft, fleshy lips; mine pinches my clitoris.
"Ahhh!!! I climax, my legs weaken, my feet barely touch the floor, feeling lightheaded from the massive orgasm.
"Dammit!" I place my other hand on top of hers to keep her from stopping, wanting to prolong this incredible sensation. "Mmm, fuck yes!"
I fall onto the bed. "Baby, where are we going?"
"We're destined to travel the world, but I need to teach you a few tricks first." Her tongue caresses my nipples, while her lips wrap around them.
"But before that, your 'bungalow' needs trimming, otherwise it'll be difficult to pleasure." I grab a towel and clippers for her.
"Are you in a relationship?" I turn on the buzzing clippers.
"No, been single for a while, that's why I'm here."
"If it's clean you prefer, the rest is up to you."
"Don't care, this doesn't concern me personally."
"Smooth it is, like a baby's bottom." I heat up a warm towel with my hands and place it on her sex.
"You enjoy your time here if you'd like. There's no rush in leaving."
I gather the towels, shaving supplies, and a tub of water, bring them to the bed. "Let's not tell Mike his razor is being used for cleaning a pussy."
I lay the towel down under her and turn on the clippers, cautiously hovering them close to her vulva.
"Are you single?" I inquire.
"No, not for several months. That's why I came to the resort."
"Where are you moving, if you are leaving?"
"I can't decide, but it'll be warm and sunny. I'm not excited about living in this boring town, I've never imagined living the life of a typical housewife with a husband who cheats, eventually getting a divorce just to exist."
"When are you departing?" I stop my work to wipe away the shaved hair.
"I plan to tell my mother soon, possibly staying here a little longer since I met you."
I rinse the clippers and put them in a bowl of water. Raising her legs, I begin to carefully scrape the rest of her pubic hair.
"I'm ready to leave, just need a safe vehicle."
"I'm headed to California, too. I yearn for warm weather instead of this cold air."
As I finish scraping the sticky, wet patch, I admire her newly naked area.
"I'd love to join you in sunbathing, whether it's in a bikini or completely naked, enjoying margaritas, but I think I'd also like to experience the snow for Christmas."
I gently wipe the damp skin with a towel, patting it dry afterward. Then, I generously drizzle some oil on the bright skin. Rubbing it smoothly across the area.
"There, that's so much better." I kiss her soft skin.
The scent of her arousal fills the air, combined with the fragrance from the shaving cream.
"You have a sensual aroma. K."
I bring the shaving tools to the bathroom.
"Are you looking for a husband there?" She calls after me.
"No, I'm just going to enjoy myself, as Cyndi Lauper says, 'girls just wanna have fun.' But, if I meet a rich, good-looking, and well-endowed man who's okay with an open relationship, I might marry him. Maybe even divorce him not long after, so I can get half his wealth, alimony, and never have to work again." I chuckle.
{"It's time to get down to business."}
I lie next to her, placing my fingers on the newly shaven area. Then, locking lips with hers, we engage in a passionate French kiss. As I gently stimulate one of her erect nipples, it reacts instantly. I caress and tease the nipple with my fingernail, rolling it ardently over the raised nub.
I stack her leg on top of mine, beginning a slow rhythm for both our vulvas. She grabs my neck with her arm, her thighs tighten against mine.
"Mmm hmm," she whimpers.
I nibble her earlobe, whisper to her: "I like how you make me feel."
I adjust her leg so her genitals rub against mine. We rhythmically grind, our juice arousing in union with each pump. Pushing our vulvas together, our labia kiss.
"Mm," she responds and I rub our clits together.
We create this passionate beat, creating a fervent harmony. Sighs fly out of my mouth and hers. Her heart thumps aggressively, as her head rolls back and her palms tense.
"I'm about to cum," I whisper into her ear.
I jolt with my orgasmic spasms, my leg beats faster, her tempo does as well. We both convulse, moaning and grunting, exhaling loudly.
Soon after, I breathe deeply beside her, catching my breath. My desires were not quelled by one orgasm. More than one will be necessary to satisfy my craving.
"I need to taste you," I say as I lick her left nipple. My fingers roll her right one between my thumb and forefinger, pinching her breasts and tweaking her hardened nipples. She inhales deeply; her eyes close, releasing a contented sigh. I kiss her chest, from the right to the left.
"I love the way you smell," I coo, admiring her large, shiny, full labia lips that stick out past the freshly shaved skin.
My tongue traces the outlines of her lips gently. She becomes excited, her hips start dancing, her moans play out as a song. I journey towards her wet slit, my tongue inching its way up her slit, collecting all her delightful juices. We're in sync, stimulating one another's desires. My tongue undulates along her edges, tasting every precious drop she produces.
I apply light pressure behind her lips with my thumbs. My tongue runs along the edge, caressing almost aggressively, drawing her to the brink of ecstasy.
I tap the hood of her clit delicately, barely touching it to tease it. Lifting the thin layer of skin, I flick her nub with my wet tongue. Her chest heaves; her feet clench. She nears an intense orgasm.
Diligently, I massage her sensitive clit, lacking patience, increasing my tempo to ensure her gargantuan pleasure. I, too, want this to be her first lesbian experience, an extraordinary event to kickstart her adventure. And I want it to be so unbelievable, her future encounters will be easily compared.
My hand glides down, my thumb and fingers caress her sensitive spot. My first two fingers delve into her slick opening, exploring the warm, wet crevice. I search for the hidden spot that none of her previous partners had ever travelled to, when I mentioned it was important, but they were too self-centred to care. Gently, I tap on her G-spot.
Her eyes widen with delight. "Wow, that's amazing. You're amazing." She encourages me by rolling her hips and spreading her legs, her thighs almost touching.
I adjust my rhythm to create a range of sensations, stretching out her orgasm, amplifying the intensity. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I softly nibble and suck on her labia, grazing them with my tongue.
I relish the power, making her writhe and groan for almost 30 minutes, I sense she might get agitated, so I decide to intensify the experience.
Faster, my fingers stroke her G-spot, while my tongue fervently sucks her clit and pull on her nipples.
She gasps, fighting against the strength of the sensations, her body bucking, shivering uncontrollably as she experiences an intense climax. "Oh my god, oh my god! Oh my god, yowwwzzzaaa!"
Her head thrashes, clenching her fists into the sheets, her pelvis undulating with lust.
"Oh, fuuuck, fuuuck!"
I tenderly kiss her neck, a whisper of nibbling. I crawl up beside her, she wraps her arms around me, pulling me close in desperate, excited, voracious love.
"Wow, that was wild! Geezus, Beth, that was fantastic."
We spoon and slow-dance with a deep, sensual kiss. Our kisses are intimate, fueled by passion, smooth, erotic, passionate, steamy, thrusting our tongues together. We pause, rejuvenating, then share an enjoyable, relaxed 69, I came twice, while she had multiple orgasms.
At midday, we emerged from the bed.
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