I awake. The clock reads eleven thirty. I look around disappointed to find myself alone in bed. Soon though I hear some noise from the kitchen. So, last night wasn’t just a really really great dream? I jump up to pee and brush my teeth, then throw on a robe and step into my kitchen/living room.
There Lisa stands at my stove, naked except for my apron, a hideous flowered thing I’d never worn. My mother gave it to me as an apartment warming present upon my divorce. I always thought they were old-fashioned. However, with her bare ass toward me, Lisa is seriously rocking it.
She turns, spatula in one hand, as I walk up and leans in for a long lingering good morning kiss. “Scrambled eggs sound good?” she asks.
“Yeah sure. Thank you, baby. You don’t have to cook breakfast,” I say. I’m pleasantly surprised. “You look hot in my apron by the way,” I joke as I pull the top edge away from her to look down it.
“Well, I already fried some bacon, and I didn’t want the grease popping on my tits,” she says smiling. “Now sit down. It’s my turn to serve you.”
“I thought you did that last night,” I say, smiling as I sit down at my little table for two and watch her finish breakfast.
We eat in relative silence. It’s not the awkward type of quiet I was used to eating through with my ex. This silence is full of warm, knowing glances, and gentle footsies under the table. I could get used to this, I think. Then it occurs to me, I have no idea what we’re supposed to do now. Many questions rise from the back of my mind where surely they’ve been rolling around, just waiting for me to realize they were there; Where do we go from here? Were we girlfriends now? Would her husband Mike even be OK with that? When can we get together again? Oh yeah, and I don’t even know what her last name is.
I look up from staring at a half-eaten piece of bacon to Lisa’s disarmingly beautiful green eyes. “You look deep in thought hon. What’s on your mind?” she says. “Or can I guess? You’re wondering where we go from here. Right?”
“No fair, I can’t read your mind yet,” I say. “I suppose we did just jump right in there didn’t we?” I take another bite of bacon to give myself time to frame my next thought. “I feel so comfortable with you, I forget how little we know about each other,” I add quietly. “And you have mike. I want to get to know you better. I don’t want this to be one time thing and I don’t think you do either…I hope.”
“No, I don’t,” she replies instantly, “I very much want to further this relationship if you do, especially after last night. Wow.” She pauses for a second while I nod in agreement, blushing. “As for Mike it’s kind of like this….” She stares at the ceiling, thinking. “Most men think the idea of two women together is a turn on. The rest of them are either gay or probably lying. For my darling husband it’s definitely a huge huge turn on.” Now it’s her turn to blush. “He’s very very, I say again, very good in the bedroom. Definitely knows his way around the female body that one.” I feel her toes running up my calf under the table. “Before we got married, I told him about my girlfriend in college.” Here she holds up air quotes around ‘girlfriend’, “I was worried about his reaction, but when I saw how hard it made him, I gave him every little detail and we had hot monkey sex all night long. It was grrrrreat.” She grins like a fool and her eyes glaze Üçyol travesti over like she is replaying that long ago night in her mind. I don’t want to interrupt. She is back to reality after a minute. “I think you’d be impressed,” she says, smiling slyly. I wonder how many details about last night he is going to get. Strangely, the thought of him getting hard hearing about us turns me on a little. Randal could barely get hard with me in the bed with him.
“It wouldn’t take much to impress me after my ex.” I reply. I briefly give her the short version of an already short story about our snoozer of a sex life, and that it was the only thing I knew until last night. “I swear he thought foreplay was golf jargon.”
“Wow.” Lisa is clearly surprised. “You would definitely be impressed by Mike then.” She thinks for a second. “Have you ever even given a blow job?”
I laugh out loud at this, suddenly too embarrassed to answer even after literally sharing my entire body with her last night. I feel an old hurt rising up. “Um…no, no I haven’t. I was about to try it on our honeymoon when he said, and I quote; ‘What are gonna do that for? I didn’t think you were that slutty.'” I start to sniffle a little, suddenly teary eyed. “I’m sorry. You’re the first person I’ve ever told that to. I felt very ashamed after that.”
She watches me wipe tears from my eyes from across the table. “I’m so sorry you married such a dick-less A-hole. My god, what kind of real man turns down a perfectly good blow job and then makes you feel like shit for offering it to him?” Her expression of exaggerated surprise is almost comical, even more so when she adopts a pretty decent southern bell accent, “My stars honey, even gay men love blow jobs. Are you sure he even had balls under that little thang?”
I start laughing again, clearly the response she’s hoping for. “So, what does Mike, the consummate lover, think about all of this?” I ask waving my hands to include the two of us, nearly naked, sitting down to breakfast after an all-night girl-on-girl love fest.
“We had been discussing the idea of finding me a girlfriend for a couple of years. I’ve openly fantasized about it for so long we both figured I’d be happier if I could have a woman in my life again, someone he knows he can never be. You know how if you’re really searching hard to find something, you can’t,” she smiles at me, “I stopped trying, and then I found you.”
“I’ve just discovered that strategy works pretty well for finding the G-spot too,” I say as she drinks some orange juice, some of which gets sprayed into my face when she guffaws with a mouthful.
“Honey you definitely found it,” she says once she’d finished laughing. She leans across the table to wipe her orange juice off my smiling face with a napkin.
We finish eating in silence, well almost. We take turns snickering and giggling like idiots while playing footsies under the table and pretending to be completely serious from the waist up. I can’t remember a breakfast I’ve enjoyed more.
As we are cleaning up, me washing, her drying, she says, “I don’t know exactly how this is going to play out, but I need you to know that no matter what, Mike and my kids are my life. I will be yours as much as I can, but not to the detriment of my family.”
After a minute’s thought, most of which is that I’m actually glad right now that Üçyol travestileri I don’t have a dishwasher, I turn her face toward me so I can look her in those amazing green eyes, “You’re in luck, I’m not looking for a full-time relationship right now. I’m still trying to figure out who I am after five years of being Mrs. Dick-less A-hole. Frankly, I’d be worried if you suddenly wanted to leave your family hanging just to shack up with me. I can respect that. So, I’ll be happy with whatever time I get to spend with you now, we’ll worry about later later.” Then I kiss her.
She smiles, relieved. “Good. I’m glad to hear it. You gonna kiss me some more after we’re done with the dishes?”
“You bet,” I say as my phone starts to buzz away somewhere under my pants on the floor by the bedroom door. “Hold that thought.”
Picking up the phone I see my mother is calling. Great timing Ma I think as I answer it. Before I can even say hello, she’s singing, “Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to you…happy birthday sweet Meredith! Happy birthday to you!” I start to say thank you when I’m interrupted with “…and many more!”
“Thanks Mom, but my birthday was yesterday,” I say. I swear this woman never ever knows what day it is. “But thank you really, it was very sweet. Before long I’m swept up in a story about her every move since I talked to her last weekend. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll kiss an hour of your life goodbye. Blah blah blah. I nod in all the right places, remembering she can’t see me of course, I fill in where I can with an “uh huh” here and a “hmmm” there. “Did I get my card in the mail yet?” “No mom. Not yet, but I’ll be looking for it.” I really do love this woman, but I swear we have nothing in common.
I realize Lisa is done with the dishes when her arms wrap around me and one of her hands slides into my robe to cup my breast. I lean my head back against her shoulder as her other hand cups my pussy. My involuntary gasp gets my mother’s attention and I almost drop the phone, “Oh nothing. I stubbed my toe,” I say. “Let me let you go Mom. My toe is bleeding and I need to put a band-aid on it. I love you. Talk to you later, bye.” I hang up before she has a chance to object.
Lisa laughs. “Let’s go take care of that toe you clumsy thing you.” She pulls me toward the bathroom. “I’m going to take you in the shower, I mean take a shower with you.”
“Either will be fine with me,” I reply, slipping my robe off before we get to the bathroom.
Once we are in the shower, she makes me stand still under the water as she carefully shampoos and rinses my frizzy red hair. If I raise my hands to help, she simply puts my arms back down at my side. “No you don’t. Just relax and let me do all the work.” Her fingers in my hair feel so good I don’t object.
After she conditions my hair, she starts on my body. With her hands full of body wash she starts to wash me from the neck down, slowly rubbing circles with her palms. Wax on, wax off I think and suppress a giggle. I can’t help but admire her attention to detail as she meticulously cleans every square inch of my skin with her soft hands, which seemed to move very slowly over my breasts and backside. Fine with me.
This hot girl with her hands all over me, hot water, hot steam, nothing to do but stand there and enjoy it. I’m in heaven, grateful that my tiny apartment Travesti üçyol has an oversized hot water heater. The last thing she washes is my face, carefully, with just her fingertips. When it’s time to rinse, she takes down the shower head and rinses me clean from top to bottom. When it’s time to rinse off my pussy, she sets my shower head to pulsate and pushes me up against the shower wall, pointing it at my clit.
Her mouth finds mine as she massages my pussy with the water. Our tongues meet, flick back and forth, and dance together. An oral courtship. When it becomes apparent I am too preoccupied with cumming to kiss her, she leans down to suck one of my nipples into her mouth. This, of course, only makes me cum harder. I am so glad I bought the massage shower head.
We hold each other under the hot water for a moment and then I take over. I wash her hair and body much like she did mine. Though I might linger a little longer on her breasts and ass. When it’s my turn to make her cum I turn her around with her face up against the shower wall, spread her legs and put the shower head between them point upward. As her orgasm builds, I drop down to one knee and start to kiss her lower back. Then I run my tongue up and down the crack of her ass. She cums very hard. Afterward I focus the pulsating stream of water on her asshole and reach around with my free hand to rub her clit at the same time. It isn’t long before she cums again, harder.
We dry each other off and climb onto the bed, both of us on our knees facing each other, just like the first fantasy I had with her. We hold each other very close as we kiss deeply, slowly. Her knees go between my legs and soon are grinding our pussies onto each others’ thighs. Lisa’s hands cup my ass cheeks, pulling me closer. We stay like that for a while, each exerting steady pressure on the other. Our faces are so close our eyes can’t focus, lips grazing each other. We rock back and forth like that for a while. Finally, Lisa lays me down on the bed and we make love many ways until late afternoon.
She whispers in my ear as she holds me in her arms, “I did promise Mike I would at least be home for dinner.”
“I understand,” I say. I know she’ll have go home at some point.
“Don’t forget your panties. Oh that’s right,” I joke, “you didn’t wear any.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining.” She kisses me softly before getting up to gather her clothes. I help her into her white shirt, buttoning it for her. Then I help her into her skirt before throwing on some jeans and a T-shirt myself.
During the drive to pick up her car she puts her number into my phone and mine into her’s before holding my free hand with both of hers. At least I don’t have a stick shift, I think.
Back in the parking lot where I work, we kiss for a few minutes, neither of us wanting to be the one to break contact. “I really should go before I drag you to the back seat and have my way with you again,” she says, breathing heavily.
I sigh, “I know, I know. Will I hear from you soon?” Ooh, I hope that doesn’t sound too needy.
“You will. I’m going to want to talk to you too you know,” she replies. I get out of my car and walk around to open her door. She holds my hand all the way to her car. I kiss her one more time through the window before she drives away.
I hope this really is the start of something wonderful I think as I drive back to my place. Corny as usual Mel. I already can’t wait to see her again.
Author’s note: The next chapter will contain some fantasizing about a FFM encounter, so I will be putting it under ‘Group Sex” even though this is definitely a more lesbian centered story.
