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This is my first effort at writing something from other than a male's point of
view.  Please let me know how I did and if I should continue the story line.
Send all comments to al_steiner@hotmail.com  All legitimate mail will be
answered, though it sometimes takes a day or two or three.

LAURA'S STORY
By Al Steiner


{This one is a further look at a character from my earlier story "It Happened
One Night".  Laura is the narrator's wife and the initiator of the sexual
contact between her husband, herself, and their sexually frustrated neighbor
Sharon.  This story is told from Laura's point of view.  I wrote this story so
that it can be read as a completely separate entity from IHON without any loss
of what is going on.  However, if you read the first story, this one will no
doubt be enhanced.}




I've always liked guys.  Don't get me wrong.  I am most certainly not a
lesbian, at least not a strict lesbian.  But recent events have made me
realize that, at the very least, I'm strongly bisexual.  I've hidden my
attraction for women inside for a long time, keeping these feelings under
tight lock and key. Only once did I try to tell my husband about them but I
told my story badly and I don't think he really believed what I was saying.
I never mentioned them again until that fateful night that Sharon stopped by
and wanted to get drunk with me.  Sharon left that night with more than a
skinful of booze.

Sharon.  How I'd admired her body for so long, ever since the day I'd first
laid eyes on her our first week in the new house.  She never knew how many
times over the years that I peered out the miniblinds of our living room
window, which overlooked their backyard, watching her tan herself on a towel
on their deck, wearing nothing but her bikini.	She never knew how I stared
at her beautiful skin basking in the sun and dreamed of running my tongue
over it. She never knew how I would put my fingers inside my shorts on these
occasions and rub my pussy while I stared at her, bringing myself to a sharp,
powerful orgasm.  She never knew how many times, while my husband was
skillfully eating my pussy, that I fantasized that it was HER tongue, HER
lips caressing my vagina and sucking my clit.  I never dreamed that one day I
would get to fulfill this fantasy.

Neither Sharon, nor my husband, will probably ever know what it is that
attracts me to her so strongly.  Sharon looks like an older version of Cindy
Casset, the first girl I ever made love to, the only girl I'd ever made love
to prior to Sharon herself.

Cindy wasn't the first girl I'd been attracted to of course.  I knew that I
had feelings for my fellow females from about the age of thirteen or so.  I
used to steal my father's Playboys and sneak them into my room at night where
I would masturbate to the images of the models.  I would dream of kissing
them, caressing them, and later, eating them.  I would also just as regularly
masturbate to the images of rock stars and actors.  David Lee Roth and Tom
Sellick were two of my favorites.  I never considered myself abnormal because
of my equally horny feelings towards males, but I did always feel a sense of
guilt after I'd rubbed off while thinking about a female.  As I got older I
tried more and more to put my homosexual feelings behind me, to tell myself
that it was wrong.  But when I was encountered with the sight of another girl
going to the bathroom in front of me or undressing in front of me, it almost
never failed to excite me.  I would almost always find myself thinking about
what I'd seen the next time my hand crept between my legs in the privacy of
my room at night.

Outwardly, I never showed any signs of what was going on inside of me.	As I
got older I began experimenting with heterosexual contact, as all girls do.
By the age of fifteen, Bobby Salmon had felt my tits under my shirt.  It was
nice, though kind of rough and fumbling.  By sixteen Chris Walker had gotten
his fingers under my skirt one night on a date and finger banged me.  It felt
okay but he didn't really know what he was doing and I never came close to
orgasm. I jacked him off to orgasm afterword and he really seemed to enjoy
that, as did I.  The sensation of his semen spurting all over my hand coupled
with the blissful, almost exhalted look on his face was incredible, and it
gave me such a feeling of power.  Several weeks later Chris took my virginity
in the back of his father's Buick at the local lover's lane.  It hurt like
hell and only lasted about a minute.  It was also a spontaneous act, done
without protection of any sort and I sweated out the next three weeks until
my period, worrying and wondering how I was going to tell my parents I was
pregnant.

After that scare I let no more cocks into my vagina for a while.  I dated now
and then and let boys feel me up.  I learned to suck their cocks and give
excellent handjobs.  I even let one of them eat my pussy (a worse pussy
eating I've never encountered), but I was taking no chances on pregnancy.  I
would not have actual intercourse again until shortly after my high school
graduation, when I though I was in love for the first time and when I made
sure he was wearing a rubber.

When I was seventeen and a junior in high school, I began hanging out with
Cindy.	She was a sophomore and very shy and I'd been friends with her for
more than a month before my mind informed me that the reason I'd initiated
the friendship had been due to a powerful attraction to her.  She was petite
and beautiful but so shy that the boys paid her scant attention.  Her nose
was continually in a book of some sort, her hair usually in disarray, her
makeup nonexistent.  I took her under my wing and taught her the finer points
of fashion and cosmetology.  I remember trying on clothes with her in my room
and keeping half an eye on her alluring body as she stripped down to panties
to try on the next outfit.  I remember my most powerful orgasms brought by my
hand were with her body in my mind.

The day I made love to her is locked forever in my mind.  I drug her to a
party at an abandoned river dock.  The Friday night parties there were
legendary among our high school alumni and several others.  There was usually
a keg there where, for three dollars, you could drink as much as you wished.
There was also always some group of guys willing to share their pot with you.
 That night we did both, drinking eight or ten large glasses of beer and
smoking several joints with some guy friends of mine.  They tried to convince
us both to give up a little pussy for them but we politely declined.

We left the party about 10:30 that night, driving towards my house in my
battered six-year old Toyota Corolla.  I most definitely should not have been
driving but when you're a teenager such things simply don't carry the same
weight as they do when you're an adult. Fate was kind to us however and we
arrived safely at my house shortly before 11:00, both of us weaving and
giggling our way into the house.

Now I should mention that my parents and my older brother were not at home
that night.  My older brother was away at college.  My parents were in Los
Angeles for an annual benefit dinner at my Dad's company, something they went
to every year.	This was only the second year that they'd trusted me enough
to remain home alone for the three days that they were gone instead of
shipping me to my grandmother's.  I was ripe with freedom and hornier than I
ever remembered being in my life.  As alcohol tends to do, my better
judgement was out the window.  As marijuana tends to do, my libido was in
overdrive.  I'd spent the entire night looking furtively at Cindy's body and
wondering if there were any way she would allow me access it.  I wanted her
so bad it was almost painful.

Cindy, who was inexperienced in the manners of drunkenness, tripped and fell
to her face.  I picked her up and made a big show of brushing of her clothes,
feeling my hands glide over the swell of her small tits, feeling my palm
stroking the bare flesh of her pretty legs.  She burped drunkenly and then
thanked me, not noticing the flush of excitement that the contact with her
body had given me, not knowing how I'd memorized the sensation of my hand
touching her springy, cotton covered tits.  How I'd restrained myself from
squeezing them right then, I'll never know.

We sat and watched television for a few minutes, each of us sipping out of a
can of my Daddy's beer that I'd liberated from the refrigerator.  Our
drunkenness increased and I felt my pussy actually dripping moisture as I
stole glances at my friend and envisioned rubbing my naked body against hers.
 How could I get her clothes off of her?  Thoughts of how she might react if
I hit on her stayed in the back of my mind while the front was occupied only
with stripping and getting my hands on her.  Finally an idea occurred to me.

"Cindy."  I said.  "Let's go get in the hottub and soak for a while.  It
feels great on nights like this."  My father had purchased the hot-tub about
two years before and I was speaking the truth when I told her it felt great
on warm Seattle summer nights.

"I can't."  She said, giggling a little.  "I don't have my suit with me.  You
should've told me earlier and I would have brought it."

I scoffed at her.  "C'mon Cind, we can just strip down and get in.  No one
else is home and the backyard is private."

"You mean.... Get naked?"  She asked, eyes wide.

"Why not?"  I asked, not mentioning the fact that I had at least three
bathing suits up in my room that would fit her.  "I've seen you naked before.
 It's just us girls."  I winked.  "Besides, it feels GOOD to be in there
naked.	It's sensual."

She laughed tipsily, standing up.  "What good does it do to feel sensual when
there's just us two here?"

What good indeed, I didn't say.  She did, however, seem to like the idea. 
This gave me hope and made me wetter.  I stood and headed for the sliding
glass doors that marked the entrance to the backyard and the redwood deck
that contained the hottub.  She followed me.

I was out of my clothes in less than a minute.	My shorts, socks, shoes,
shirt, and bra became an unruly pile next to the door.	When I stood naked
before her, hoping that I didn't have actual juices running down my legs but
cognizant of the odor of my excitement rising into the air around me and the
rock hard state of my nipples, I turned to her.  She was still standing
there, having done nothing more than remove her shoes and socks.  Her eyes
showed hesitation.

"Are you sure no one can see in your back yard?"  She asked timidly.

"No."  I assured her, feeling giddy as I thought about watching her disrobe.
"We have a seven foot fence covered with ivy and privacy bushes lining the
whole thing.  There is absolutely no line of sight from anywhere into the
backyard."  I smiled.  "C'mon.  I go out there naked all the time.  Whenever
it's nice and my parents aren't home.  It's safe."

"Well," She hesitated a moment more.  "Okay.  If you're sure it's safe."

"It is."

"Okay."  With that she began to disrobe.  She pulled her T-shirt over her head
and tossed it to the floor.  Her shorts came next, revealing a pair of
sparkling white, conservative panties.  A quick flash of her arms and the bra
was on the floor, baring her tiny titties.  Her nipples, I noticed, were
standing out as were mine.  I longed to put my mouth upon them and suck them
until she screamed.  At last she slid the panties down her legs, baring her
sparse growth of black pubic hair and just the hint of the velvet lips between
them.  I tried not to stare at her, succeeding for the most part.  I had a lot
of practice pretending I wasn't watching a naked female.

"Let's do it."  I said, stepping through the doorway, meaning more than one
thing with my words.

We walked naked out onto the redwood deck, feeling the humid summer air on
our flesh.  I lifted up the cover on the hottub and pushed it back, letting a
cloud of steam out into the air.  While Cindy ran her hand through the hot
water I walked over to the control panel and flipped the switches for the
lights and the jets.  The water lit up with white light and began roiling and
bubbling.

I walked back over to the tub, catching a good view of Cindy's beautiful ass.
I slapped her lightly there as I climbed up the steps, relishing the feel of
those firm cheeks beneath my hand.  "Hop in."  I told her, hauling myself to
the edge and inserting my legs.

The water was hot, stinging, but not as hot as I was as I watched the object
of my desire drag herself up and put her own legs in.  She sat across from
me, unwittingly allowing me a view of her vagina as she got her skin used to
the temperature.  It was a beautiful pussy because it was real.  It was much
better than those I'd seen in Daddy's Playboys.

I eased myself down into the water, feeling its heat caress me and allowing my
eyes to sink to the level of the object I wanted to kiss with all of my heart.
I think Cindy caught me staring at her slit because she immediately sank down
into the water too, a strange, uncertain expression on her face.  When we were
both used to the water I slid around the circular bench until I was next to
her.  I felt the edge of my naked thigh contact her smooth skin and I resisted
an urge to drop my hands between my legs and start rubbing myself.

She looked at me curiously as I slid around to her, no doubt wondering why I'd
done that.  "This is the best view this time of year."  I told her, peering at
the stars in the sky.  "Look there, that's Jupiter and there's Saturn.  Those
two bright points."

"Oh."  She nodded, a little uncomfortable.  "I can see them."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, staring at the sky, her lost in thoughts
of her own, and me enjoying the contact of my thigh against hers and hoping
for more.  Finally she told me what was on her mind.

"Laura."  She said quietly.  "That Doug Puma is kind of cute, don't you
think?"

"Dougie?"  I asked, knowing instantly whom she was referring to.  "Sure he's
cute.  He's a football player."

"He was flirting with me a lot tonight."  She told me.

I snorted.  "I'd stay away from Dougie if I was you.  He's only interested in
getting you naked and fucking you."

"He is?"  She asked, obviously not sure how to feel about that.  That she was
a virgin was something I knew and that she thought herself unworthy of most
guys was something I'd intuited.

"Oh he'd fuck you all right."  I told her.  "You're pretty and have a nice
body.  He'd fuck you in a minute if you offered.  But then you'd never hear
from him again and everyone in school would know every detail of what you'd
done."

"He would tell people?"  She seemed shocked.

"Of course he would."  I laughed.  "Most guys will.  They can't keep their
friggin' mouths shut to save their lives.  If it came down to keeping it a
secret and getting all the pussy they wanted and telling their friends and
having it cut off, most of them will take having it cut off.  They can't help
it.  They just have to share their conquests.  Guys are so flippin' stupid
sometimes."

"Well, what do you do about that?"  She asked.  "How do you have sex with
someone without anyone ever finding out about it?"

"With guys," I replied,  "You can't.  If you decide to sleep with a guy you
have to do so with the knowledge that everyone will know by the next day."  I
shook my head.	"Sad but true.	When I did Chris Walker that time I was the
talk of the school until the next time some poor girl decided to fuck
someone. He was even telling people that I'd been a virgin and that I'd bled
all over his Dad's car seats.  He was telling people how tight I was and how
he'd barely gotten it in.  He didn't mention however, how the entire thing
could have taken place while I'd been holding my breath.  If you do it too
many times, your reputation is shot."

"Guys are such slime."  She proclaimed.  "Haven't you ever done it without
everyone knowing?"

I shook my head.  "It can't be done."  I assured her.  "And it's a pity.  If
guys would just learn not to talk about it, they'd get it all the time.  Take
me for instance.  I'm so horny right now I'd fuck a table leg.  If I knew one
of those guys at the party would give me what I need and not blab about it the
next day, I would've given it up.  As it stands now though, I didn't even
consider it.  My reputation couldn't take it."

"So what do you do?"  She asked innocently.  "I'm still a virgin and I want to
have sex.  Sometimes it's all I can think of.  How do you take care of it
without getting a reputation?"

I shrugged.  "There's a few ways."  I said slyly.  "Some girls go for older
guys, much older."

"You mean....?"

"Right."  I nodded, sliding my leg a little more firmly against hers. 
"There's a lot of twenty year olds out there just dying to get their hands on
a high school girl.  And they have reason to keep their mouths shut afterword
since it can get them thrown in jail."

"You don't do THAT, do you?"  She asked me, wide eyed.

I shook my head.  "No."  I said.  "I've been tempted before but you still
have the problem of pregnancy and VD and all that.  Once again, they're just
out for the puss.  But there's other ways too."

"Like?"  She asked.

I smiled.  "Well, one of them takes a lot of batteries."

"Masturbation?"  She seemed shocked, too much so I would say.  "You don't do
that do you?"

"Of course I do."  I told her, grinning, moving my leg even closer to hers.
"And don't even try to tell me that you don't.  I'd be willing to bet anything
that you've rubbed yourself off before."

"Never!"  She protested, again too strongly.  "That's... that's perverted!"

"Is it?"  I said, shrugging.  "I never thought too much about it.  But when
you get horny and you don't have any other outlet there's only one thing you
can do.  You can stick your hand between your legs and rub until you come."
I looked at her.  "And let me tell you something, of all the orgasms I've had
in my life, all of them have come from my own hand.  Not even once has a guy
made me come."

"Never?"

"Never."  I reiterated.  "You see, guys our age are clumsy, they don't have
the slightest idea what they're doing when it comes to sex.  They'll finger
your pussy so hard it feels like they stuck a mixer up there.  When they fuck
you it hurts and they come so fast you don't even have a chance to get into
it.  Even when they eat you, they lap at it a few times before they climb on
top and start rutting like a dog."

She seemed to think about this for a minute, her face showing an expression of
concentration.  "That's pretty depressing."  She finally said.

I nodded, sliding my leg a little, feeling her smooth feminine flesh on mine.
"So if you want to come you can either rub yourself off or...."

"Or what?"  She asked.

I smiled seductively.  "Or," I whispered, dropping my hand to her upper thigh
under the water and stroking upward a little.  "Sometimes girls just have to
make their own fun."

"Laura!"  She exclaimed, wide-eyed and shocked.  But she didn't move my hand.

"Think about it Cindy."  I told her, sliding my hand upward, trailing up her
thigh until my knuckles felt the kinky snarl of her pubic hair.  In my chest
my heart was hammering.  I could not believe that I was actually touching her
this way, after all this time, after all this desire.  "Who knows how a girl
feels but another girl?  A girl knows not to pinch or squeeze."  The back of
my hand reached the lips of her pussy.	They were soft and her legs, despite
her protests, opened for me.  "A girl knows where to caress and where not to.
 A girl knows how much pressure to put on things."

I turned my hand around so that my fingers were now sliding between the lips
of her slit.  I stroked up and down lightly in a way that I knew would feel
good. I'd never been so sexually excited in my entire life.  Cindy was
staring at my face, her eyes confused but full of lust and desire.  She did
not try to push my hand away.  She did not close her legs, in fact she opened
them wider.  My middle finger penetrated her, sliding between her velvet
lips.  Her muscles welcomed the intrusion, clenching my digit.	Her breathing
became quicker.

"And a girl," I continued, "Doesn't go around telling other people what she'd
done.  Two girls can pleasure each other all night if they wanted to and no
one else would ever know about it, would they?"

She stared, opened mouthed.  Her tongue reached out and licked her lips.

"Would they?"  I repeated, pushing my finger in further, loving the feel of
her pussy around my flesh.

"No."  She finally whispered.

"Your pussy feels nice on my hand."  I told her, sliding it in and out slowly,
using my thumb to massage just under her clit.  Her hips rose up to meet me as
she groaned a little.

I put my arm, the one that didn't contain the hand in her pussy, around her
shoulders.  I pulled her to me, floating her easily upward beneath the water
until she was sitting on my lap.  Her naked buttocks pressed against my thigh
and I began to finger-fuck her with more speed.

"Ohhh."  She whined in a high-pitched voice.  She was nervous and confused.
That was obvious.  But what I was doing to her felt too good for her to try
and stop me.

I put my lips to the side of her neck and started licking her flesh.  My
tongue tasted the nervous, salty tang of her sweat.  I licked downward,
lapping at her shoulder and the muscles beneath it, giving light sucks.  I
dropped a hand to her breast, cupping the firm, tender flesh and squeezing
lightly.  I tweaked her nipple, applying pressure in just the right amount
and she pushed her chest into my hand.	Her hips were now meeting each of my
finger thrusts halfway. Even under the water I could feel that she was very
wet.

With the hand that was cupping her tit I pulled backwards, bending her a
little and forcing her tits out of the water.  I looked at her nipples again.
 They, like her tits, were tiny, barely larger than peas, but they were erect
and heaving and the most appetizing things I'd ever seen before.  I lowered
my mouth, which involved an uncomfortable twisting of my neck, and took the
closest one between my lips, suckling it.  I slurped at it like a baby,
sucking and teasing, swirling my tongue around the perimeter.

Cindy liked this a lot.  She pulled me closer, putting her arms around my body
for the first time, and running her fingers through my hair.  "Oh Laura."  She
moaned.  "That feels so good."

I knew then that she was mine, that I could do with her as I pleased.

I pushed her off of me.  "Sit on the edge of the tub."  I told her.

"What?"  She breathed, her face flushed.

"I'm gonna eat your pussy."  I told her.  "Sit up there."

I grabbed her ass cheeks, giving their firmness a loving caress and pushed
upwards.  She rose out of the water, dripping it down upon my face and sat on
the edge of the tub.  The air made her skin break out in goose flesh but she
spread her legs for me as I twisted around to face the object of my lust.

I took her legs in hand and placed them on my shoulders while I stared at her
pussy.  Her pubic hair was wet from the tub, darker than usual, with rivulets
of water running down onto the deck.  Her lips were swollen, her clit
protruding.  I was beside myself with lust.  After all those years of
envisioning such a thing, after all of those Playboys and glances in bathrooms
I was now looking at a pussy that was spread and waiting for my eager lips and
tongue to assault.  The thing I'd dreamed of.  The thing I'd rubbed myself off
hundreds of times to just thinking about.

I felt my own self panting as I soaked in the view.  Laura looked down at me.

"C'mon."  She told me.  "You want to do it, then do it you lesbo."

"Ohhhhh."  I moaned, pushing my face forward.

Her odor was almost non-existent thanks to the tub of water we were in. 
Years later, when I would bury my face between Sharon's beautiful lips, the
sharpness of the smell and the tartness of the taste would surprise me.  But
Cindy was nothing more than a slick softness tinged by the faint taste of
chlorine from the water.  Her lips were slippery as I slid my tongue into
her, her clit hard and unyielding but there was no taste but of that from the
spa water.  I drove my tongue inside, slurping and sucking at her, feeling
her legs clench around my back.

"Laurrrrrrra," She cried in ecstasy.  "Ohhhhh God, oohhhhhh ooooooh."

I did everything to her that I'd always envisioned being done to me.  I
licked, I slurped, and I plunged my tongue in and out.	I sucked her lips
between my teeth.  I even dove down and ran my pointed tongue between the
cheeks of her ass to her anus, licking it.

She was an enthusiastic participant in these actions.  Her hips bucked into my
face.  Her clit swoll up until it was nearly the size of her nipples.  Her
hands reached down and began feeling my tits, which were larger than hers,
capped with erect and almost painful nipples.

I went after her clit.	First I stabbed at it now and then with my tongue
until she was begging me to do more.  I then took it between my lips and
started to suck on it.	She went wild, laying back on the deck and slamming
her hips and pelvis into my face.  She whined and moaned loudly as I attacked
it, applying a constant pressure while I rammed two fingers up her cunt,
snapping through her maidenhead so fast that she didn't even notice it.

There was now blood on my face but this didn't stop me.  I continued sucking
on her as her entire body tensed up as if she were in seizure.	She cried out
for nearly a half a minute when she came, her legs pulling me tight against
her.

When she relaxed I pulled myself out of the water, sliding my wet body atop
hers.  I felt my nipples rubbing against her spread thighs, against her smooth
stomach, across her tits.  I rubbed my chest against hers and lowered my face
to her mouth.  I shot my tongue between her lips and she kissed back, sucking
on my tongue and lips, our mouths sliding wetly against one another.

Our legs twisted around until our pussies were mashing together.  I rubbed my
steamy slit against her, feeling the heat and wetness, the pressure sending
waves of pleasure into my belly.  My hard clit moved between her soaked lips
and through the coarse dampness of her pussy hair.  Her velvet legs slid
against mine.  Our kiss became frantic, breaking only so she could attach her
lips to my neck.

"Oh Laura."  She panted, her hands squeezing my ass.  "What are we doing? 
This is sick."

"No it's not."  I told her, lowering my mouth to her nipple again and sucking.

"Ohhh."  She moaned.

Her hand trailed off of my ass and along the side of my hip, finally reaching
between us.  I felt her probing through my thick snarl of hair and finally
encountering my puss.  I was very wet and her fingers in me felt heavenly.
But I wanted more.

"Oh Cindy."  I said, planting kisses on her face, her cheeks, her eyes.
"Please eat me.  I want to feel your tongue in me so bad.  I NEEEEEED to
come."

"Come on."  Cindy ordered, putting her hands in my armpits and pulling me
upward.  "Do it now before I lose my nerve."

I slid my pelvis along her skin, passing over her stomach and her tits until
I was hovering just over her face.  Her hands reached up and pulled me down
and I felt a wet, warm tongue sliding into me.	I'd never felt anything like
it (and never would again until I met my husband and he went down on me for
the first time).  She stabbed inside, caressing my interior before sucking
and slurping my clit.  I rubbed myself back and forth until she took my clit
between her lips.

It was if an explosion had gone off inside me.  Waves of pleasure spread
through my body, rising and falling but getting bigger each time until I was
mashing myself against her every half second and the most intense orgasm of my
life was exploding out of me, making me yell out into the previously quiet
night.

Less than ten minutes later we were dressed and looking sheepishly at each
other.  I drove her home and we said no more than ten words to each other on
the way.  She didn't call me or return my calls the rest of the weekend.  When
we went back to school on Monday, she avoided me like the plague.  She never
told a soul about what had happened between us but she never hung out with me
again.  For a few brief moments of pleasure, I lost a friend.  When we
graduated from high school she went to college in Wisconsin and I never heard
from her or talked to her again.

This episode taught me something about the price of these sorts of
relationships.  I vowed I would bury that part of my personality and never let
it resurface.  I succeeded by half.

Though I would never touch another woman in a sexual way until Sharon, I
would never be able to stop thinking about the softness of a woman's touch,
about the knowing lick of a woman's tongue, about the velvet feel of a
woman's body.

In the meantime I still had men to think about.  I do enjoy the company of
men and the feel of male bodies atop me and thrusting within me.  I had
several successful sexual relationships with members of the opposite sex,
including one relationship in college that nearly resulted in marriage.

I acquired a BA in nursing and went to work at the local trauma center,
finding my niche in the field of emergency medicine.  I worked for four years
as an ER nurse, having multiple relationships with men but none with women.
But still I would find myself glancing at my fellow female nurses when we
dressed in the locker room at the beginning and ends of shifts, I would find
their images in my mind on occasion as my hand crept between my legs in the
dead of night. Several times I was tempted to make overt moves towards these
women, to try and get them in my bed, but each time the image of Cindy and
the price of that relationship would prevent any furtheration.

I joined the Life-Flight team after five years, becoming a trauma nurse on the
helicopter.  There I became enraptured by a kind, sweet, gentle man that flew
the chopper on my shift.  We began dating and I fell in love, genuine love I
might add, with him.  I also discovered his obsession and skill with
cunnilingus.

We married and had two children.  Our marriage was and is happy, our sex life
satisfactory.  Except for the one botched time I tried to tell him about my
feelings for women, I kept this part of my life under control until the night
that Sharon came over, pissed at her husband, horny, and wanting to vent.

One thing led to another (aided by lots of Chardonnay) and soon I found
myself orchestrating a threesome between Sharon, my husband, and myself.  I
ate her pussy, sucking my husband's seed out of it, and made her eat me.  It
was feared, at the end of the encounter, that Sharon would become pregnant by
my husband since it was her fertile period, but that turned out not to be the
case.

Sharon would not become pregnant for another eight months and she would never
have a meaningful conversation with either my husband or me again.  She would
not even face us later, so deep was her shame.	She never told her husband
about what had happened based on the fact that Tom would still prattle on to
my husband about his landscaping or his Ford or some other useless subject
but Sharon would forever be distant with us.

As for my husband and I, we would learn to live with what had happened.  A
long talk the morning after the Sharon incident cleared up the matter.	I
told him I had no ill feelings for him for participating in my orchestration
the night before.  After all, what man could resist such a thing?  I told him
my complete lesbian history and assured him that I had been drunk and that
nothing of the sort would ever happen again.  He took this well, after all,
such a thing is a once in a lifetime opportunity and a man would be foolish
to expect it to be repeated.

We went on with our marriage without any ill effects from the incident save
the loss of Sharon as a friend.

It's been two years now and I've kept my feelings under control.  I love my
husband, I love his body and I fuck him whenever I feel horny, usually to my
satisfaction (thanks to his pussy eating skills-WOW).  I still crave women and
I've accepted that I always will.  I've always managed to keep these feelings
under control.

And then two weeks ago my husband hired Chrissie as a babysitter.  She's the
fifteen-year-old daughter of our neighbors across the street and she looks an
awful lot like Cindy.  Too much like her.


More later?  Perhaps.

Al Steiner 2-26-99




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