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Joan's First Lesbian Lover
by Dudley DoWrite (dudley_dowrite@hotmail.com)

***

A female client falls for a man's wife. What's he to 
do? Business is business and you never want to 
jeopardize business relationships. (FFM, 1st-lesbian-
expr, husb-voy)

***

Author note: This story is dedicated to Katherine T, 
whose story, "Rachel", rekindled the memory and caused 
me to write this.

This is a true story. It happened a lot of years ago 
and some of the dialogue had to be reconstructed from 
my memory, but it is as accurate in relation to the 
story itself. I've changed the names, of course, my own 
as well, preferring to use my pseudonym.

***

I met Joan on Thanksgiving Eve. I remember the date so 
well because a bunch of friends and I were out 
celebrating my becoming a partner in a Wall Street 
firm. Quite a feat in any man's terms, especially for 
an Hispanic at that time. Well, half Hispanic anyway, 
which turned out to be telling in the events herein 
related.

The usual suspects were there. About ten or twelve of 
us from a six or seven different firms. We were all 
friendly competitors. This was before Wall St. REALLY 
became cutthroat.

We had made our way uptown to a favorite watering hole. 
It was only about nine PM so we were fairly sober. As 
we congregated around the bar, I saw a guy, fairly well 
lit up, annoying a very pretty, dark haired girl. She 
kept trying to fend him off, he kept persisting. I had 
to do something about it, after all, it was my party, 
and if anyone was going to be persistent it was I.

So, I mounted my white horse and rode in to the rescue. 
I small scuffle ensued, but was quickly brought under 
control. The guy left and I took his place trying to 
wend my way in. Something about my cavalier approach 
struck a cord with her and we left to go to dinner 
together.

I learned Joan was a Mid-Westerner who had moved to the 
city after college, for the experience mostly. She was 
a teacher in a suburban school looking for a change in 
employment, from socialist to capitalist so to speak, 
she wanted to make some money. She finally did succeed 
in moving to a very good position.

We hit it off, she was impressed with what I did for a 
living, and what I had achieved. At thirty-one (she was 
twenty-four) I was young to be made a partner in the 
Street.

The night ended with our making a date for Friday 
night. I thought I'd see how that went before I told 
her I was married. I have to admit to being a real 
hypocritical asshole in those days, I was upfront with 
the women I cheated on my wife with, while keeping my 
wife in the dark. I was later to learn she knew a great 
deal more than I gave her credit for knowing.

***

Joan and I were together about three years. During that 
time we had a very active, creative, and fulfilling 
sexual experience. I shared an apartment on the Upper 
Eastside with one of my partners, and good friend. He 
and I were out a lot together but we never tripped over 
each other in the apartment's use. Actually, his 
assistant used to keep the log for us. We partnered in 
a very wild firm, that fortunately the senior partners 
were able to merger just before we went belly up.

One day, I got a call on the floor from one of our 
friendly competitors to tell me a mutual client and 
friend was going to be in NYC that night and wanted to 
go out. I knew what that meant, booze, dope and women.

I met them, client (Paul), competitor (Phil) and 
partner (Andy) uptown, at a discrete place for drinks, 
went to dinner, and scoured the pick-up bars for 
action. No luck. Andy told us he had the number of a 
hooker who was supposed to be really hot. As it was 
getting late, Paul decided that was the best he'd get, 
so the call was made.

We arrived at Eva's about midnight. Those three got the 
licks in and when she came for me I told her I had a 
girlfriend and didn't want to cheat on her. The height 
of hypocrisy, I didn't want to cheat on the woman I was 
cheating on my wife with. OK, so I'm no rocket 
scientist.

Eva was absolutely gorgeous. She and I had a similar 
background, she was Puerto Rican, as was my father 
(mother Anglo). The others left and since Eva didn't 
have any more clients that night I hung around and we 
talked for a while, as I drank her really good cognac. 
I liked her, really nice person.  We had dinner 
together a few times after that night, no sex, just 
friends.

I told her about my situation, wife, and girlfriend. 
She asked me if I'd like to bring my wife in to meet 
her. Eva, was bi-, and offered to perform a little 
therapy on her. Shit, we really laughed at that. Then 
she very seriously asked if she could meet Joan.

"What for?"

"I like you and since I can't have you, maybe I can 
have someone close to you." That made no sense at all, 
but I was really intrigued by the prospects.

That weekend, Joan and I were in Toronto, I used to do 
a lot of business trading Canadian mining stocks, what 
fucking crooks those Canadian promoters are, but we got 
along and I usually knew their angle. While we were in 
our hotel room I asked Joan if she'd ever had an 
experience with a woman.

"No, I had a roommate in college who wanted to 
experiment, but I couldn't do it."

"I know someone who wants to meet you," I told her 
about Eva. I never tried to lock Joan into a monogamous 
relationship, you know, as my mistress. She knew I was 
married and lived with it. I knew she slept with other 
guys when she wanted to and I lived with that.

"Did you tell her I would?"

"You know better, she invited us to dinner at her place 
just to see what happens."

"And what would you think of me if I did?"

"I would still love you as I do now. This is just an 
experience for us."

"And, if I like it and want to be with her?"

"I have no hold on you, that's are agreement, it goes 
for us too."

***

A couple of weeks later, my partner's assistant called 
me on the floor and told me Joan had called and just 
said, 'Tell him, OK'. "You going to tell me what this 
is all about?"

"Not on your best day." She gave me my usual ration of 
shit and hung up.

I made the dinner date with Eva. Picked Joan up at the 
appointed time and was awe struck when I saw her. She 
had had her hair done, a new dress, tight black mini 
that showed off her assets with a flourish and new 
black spaghetti strap pumps. When she sat I saw she was 
wearing hose. That wasn't unusual, but, it struck me 
that she was making tonight special some how. 
Everything was new, everything was perfect.

"You look outrageous," I told her. Her smile was very 
inscrutable, telling me it wasn't for me.

Eva had gone all out, flowers on the dining room table 
and in her sitting room. Low lights, augmented by 
candles. Soft romantic music ever so subtlety audible. 
She took off Joan's coat with a sensuousness that was 
not lost on Joan.

Eva wore a long hostess gown that was slit up the leg, 
right to her hips.  As she walked, her breasts swayed 
seductively, the gown opened to her hips showing bare 
skin. It was obvious she wasn't wearing anything under 
the gown.

Joan was clutching my hand very tightly. Eva approached 
us looking deep into Joan's eyes, she caressed Joan's 
face, "You were right, Dudley, she's beautiful." 

Joan blushed averting her eyes from both of us. 

"Joan, I wanted everything to be perfect for you, but 
I'm afraid I cooked peasant food for our friend here, I 
know he likes rice and beans with chicken, Puerto Rican 
style, so I made it for him. As thanks for bring you." 
Eva still held her hand to Joan's face. Joan didn't 
pull away, but didn't look at her either. She also 
still had a death grip on my hand.

"It's all right, I know he likes it, he tried to cook 
it for us once and screwed it up, so thanks from both 
of us." Finally she looked at Eva. They looked into 
each other's eyes for a while, there eyes delivering 
messages they couldn't say in front of a man they 
thought couldn't understand.  Finally, we sat as Eva 
got cocktails for us. Margaritas, I had told Eva they 
made Joan very horny. We had a second before dinner.

Dinner was great, great soup, salad and my favorite. We 
consumed the three bottles of wine I had brought, 
making the women, especially Joan, very relaxed. 
Conversation became free flowing. Joan of course wanted 
to know what every woman wants to know about a 
prostitute, why, who, when and how.  For her part, Eva 
was very gracious and answered the all her questions, 
whether it was the truth or not I'll never know.

I volunteered to clear the table as the women went to 
the sitting room.  Taking the dishes to the kitchen I 
stacked them in the dish washer. Pots and pans I left 
to soak, there is just so much domesticity I have to 
offer.  Besides, I had a raging hard on and had to know 
what was going on.

Joan sat on the couch facing Eva, in an easy chair. 
Joan's skirt had ridden up her thighs, deliberately I 
wondered, showing thigh above her stockings.  Eva's 
eyes were glued to the exposed thighs. "You have 
beautiful legs." 

Joan blushed deeply.

"You're very beautiful, too. Dudley told me how you two 
became friends. Is it true he wouldn't have you because 
of me?" I sat next to her. She searched for my hand 
again and squeezed it tightly.

"Yes, he is very faithful to you, you should be 
flattered, most men can't resist me." Even her Spanish 
accented English was seductive. Eva got up, went to the 
bar and brought back a bottle of Remy Martin and three 
glasses.  "Would you pour", she asked me.

I handed the ladies their drinks, took mine and sat 
beside Joan again. A romantic Frank Sinatra ballad 
started on the playing stereo. Eva stood and came to 
Joan, put out her hand and asked, no told her, "Dance 
with me".

The hesitation was only momentary and then Joan stood 
and went with Eva to an uncovered part of the wood 
floor. They didn't need much floor space, their dance 
was merely a sway. Eva led, holding Joan in a 
traditional manner, one arm behind her back, the other 
extended. As the music played on, the space between 
them narrowed. Toward the end of the dance, Eva had 
brought the extended arm close to their bodies. The 
music ended, Joan turned and came right back to the 
couch.

As another ballad started, Joan took my hand and said, 
"Dance with me, please." I got up and she led me to the 
same spot she had just vacated.  She fell into my arms 
and as she felt my erection, she looked up at me, held 
her mouth open to be kissed, and rubbed her belly 
against my now raging cock. I kissed her, her return 
was almost frantic.

"You really are hot", I whispered in her ear. She 
answered by renewing her belly rub against my boner. I 
reached up her back and undid her bra through her 
dress, she didn't attempt to stop me. When it was 
undone, I took it off through the sleeves of her dress. 
Again, she didn't stop me. I kissed her as I felt her 
braless breasts through her dress. The song ended. We 
walked back to the couch.

This time, instead of sitting down, Joan went to Eva, 
took her hand and, without saying a word, led her to 
the same spot on the floor. When Eva was in front of 
her, Joan put both arms around her neck and laid her 
head on Eva's shoulder. Eva, enthralled by what was 
happening, encircled Joan's waist and they did their 
slow love dance to the seductively romantic music.

Their bodies moved in unison. Eva allowed her hands to 
explore Joan's body, moving up and down her back, 
caressing her face, her shoulders, her arms.  Eva knew 
she had Joan, at least for tonight, she was in no hurry 
and didn't want to scare her prey.

Joan continued to lay her head against Eva's shoulder, 
the willing, but passive, participant. I could hear her 
moan as Eva move her hands down her back, nearing 
Joan's curvaceous bottom, moving her belly against 
Eva's in anticipation. But she remained unfulfilled, at 
least for now, Eva kept moving her hands away from 
Joan's bottom as her body language begged for the 
touch.

It was now my turn to dance. I took Joan in my arms. We 
danced in the same seductive ritual, but this time, as 
the music ended, I turned her to Eva, undid the zipper 
of her dress and let it fall to the floor. There she 
stood, in her black panties and garter and high heels, 
gawd, I wanted her so badly I almost took her on the 
floor. But, this wasn't my night. I picked up her dress 
turned and left her, she raised her arms to Eva, 
begging her to come and dance.

Eva stood, turned her back for me undo the zipper and 
take her gown. It fell to her feet. She stepped over it 
and went to Joan, naked except for her high heels.

My friends, it was a sight I will never forget. They 
looked so beautiful together. Joan was 5' 4" tall, at 
that time she weighed 105 pounds, slim hips, smallish 
breasts, 34B, but her derriere was magnificent, round 
mounds of love.

Eva was about the same size in everything but her 
breasts, which must have been a C cup, by comparing 
them to Joan's, but she had Latina hips, round and made 
for love. They both had exquisite features, long necks, 
shapely legs, accented by the high heels. What I would 
have done for a camera just then.

Eva didn't tease anymore. Her explored Joan's body 
fully, every mound, crevice and indentation. She ran 
her between her legs and found her love, caressing, 
fingering, rubbing. Joan began to tremble with 
excitement. Eva took Joan's face in her hands and 
touches her tips to Joan's. Joan, whose eyes had been 
closed, pulled back ever so slightly in surprise. Eva 
held her face, not to keep her from pulling away, but 
rather, with a sympathetic caring that touched Joan. 
Joan looked into Eva's eyes and then gave in to the 
kiss. In no time, Joan was returning the kiss with a 
passion that she had never displayed to me.

Joan finally took her hands from around Eva's neck and 
allowed them to do their own exploring, softly, slowly 
moving across Eva's back, her derriere, around to her 
breasts. After a time, Eva took Joan's hand and placed 
between her legs. I could see Joan hesitate again, but 
slow, surely she caressed Eva's sex. Suddenly, Joan 
gave in completely, allowed all her resistance to flow 
from her and became the aggressor.

She took Eva's face this time and kissed her, squeezing 
her breasts.  Running her hand down Eva's belly, 
through her pubis, finding her clit she caressed it 
with a loving passion, softly, womanly. Eva moaned and 
came on Joan's hand. Joan was startled at first, but 
then was ingratiated that she could have that kind of 
power over another woman.

The song had long since ended and another one begun 
before they took a breath. I could see Joan had given 
in to her emotions completely. She lay her head on 
Eva's shoulder and slowly caressed Eva's body. Eva, in 
turn, had her hand on Joan's pussy, alternating 
caressing and finger fucking her.

I vacated the couch in anticipation of them wanting to 
sit or lie together in the continuous quest for sexual 
nirvana. While I was up, I extinguished the one lamp 
that was still lighted and started moving half the 
candles into the bedroom, illuminating that room in the 
same seductive glow as the sitting room.

When I got back to the sitting room, Joan lay on her 
back on the couch, with Eva lying on top of her. They 
were locked in a kiss that exhibited the passion they 
felt for each other. The sexual tension was so thick 
one could smell it.

I poured another cognac for myself, hoping to burn off 
my need to cum with a drunk. But what was going on in 
the room sobered me and filled me with sexual awe. I 
had never seen two people make love as these women 
were. My own experience is one of attempting to meet my 
partners needs while holding off my own, but when my 
need begins to press to strongly, I abandon my concern 
for my partner and attain my own gratification. I saw 
none of that with Joan and Eva.

Eva, being the more experienced lesbian lover, assumed 
the lead from the beginning of their dancing. But Joan 
hadn't remained passive. She was working to bring Eva 
to her sexual heights as well.

Eva was grinding her pelvis into Joan's, when suddenly 
Joan threw her legs around Eva's waist and locked on to 
her. It looked as if Eva had a cock buried in her, but 
Joan was getting off on the clitoris to clitoris 
stimulation. And did she get off. Gawd, I was so 
fucking jealous I could spit. Eva continued her rubbing 
and grinding on Joan's clit until they had both cum 
twice more.

Eva stopped for a while. They lay together on the couch 
kissing and caressing each other. Eva held Joan's face, 
kissed her and told her, "Come to bed with me, I want 
you to lick me."

They got up and walked past me as if I wasn't even 
there. I followed them to the bedroom and stood in the 
door like some voyeur with binoculars at his window. By 
this time I was really getting blitzed too.

They climbed on the bed, Joan lay on her back again. 
Eva spread Joan's legs, got between then and brought 
Joan to another orgasm with her tongue.  As Joan was in 
the throws of her fourth orgasm, Eva turned her body, 
moved her legs the other way, straddled Joan's face and 
lowered her pussy to Joan's mouth. I could see Joan's 
hesitation, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"It's OK, Honey, if you don't want to lick me. I'm used 
to sex without cumming."

Eva started to move her hips to the side to dismount 
Joan's face, but Joan stopped her. Eva repositioned 
herself over Joan's mouth and again lowered herself. I 
could see Joan's tongue make an initial stab at Eva's 
pussy, then another and then a long lick. It wasn't 
long before she was doing Eva as well as Eva was doing 
her.

I heard Eva moan and grind her pussy on Joan's mouth. 
She raised her head, looked back and told her, "I'm 
cumming, Honey, you're making me cum". Eva buried her 
face back into Joan's pussy and came all over Joan's 
face. Joan had her fifth orgasm, every one stronger and 
more pleasing to her than I had ever given her.

When they came down from their mutual climax, Eva moved 
to lie beside Joan.  Joan turned to her and asked, 
"What are we going to do with him?" Eva whispered 
something in her ear. They both got up and came to me, 
undressed me and took me into the bed with them. As I 
lay between them, they both went down on me, licking 
and sucking my hardness, when they weren't kissing each 
other.

I was so inflamed with lust, I came in seconds. I lay 
there hoping to get into the party, but it was not to 
be. Joan came up to me kissed me and told me, "Leave 
us, please. Go home and let us be alone. Call me 
tomorrow." I can't tell you how shitty I felt, I 
masculinity was shattered. I felt jealousy, 
humiliation, worthlessness. My lover was throwing me 
out. But I did as she asked, I dressed and left them 
alone.

The next day I called her office, they told me she had 
called in sick. I called her apartment, no answer. I 
called my apartment, no answer. And then it struck me, 
I called Eva. She was there. She told me Eva had 
invited her to stay for the weekend and she had 
accepted.

"But, Joan, she's working."

"I know." She hung up.

I called on Monday, we made a date for the middle of 
the week. When I saw her, she didn't tell me what 
happened that weekend and I never asked. To this day, I 
don't know.

A couple of weeks later, I got a message to call Eva. 
She asked me about Joan, wanted us to get together, and 
asked for her number. I told her if Joan didn't give to 
her, she probably didn't want her to have, but I'd ask.

When I told Joan, she was really concerned that I may 
have given Eva her number and was obviously relieved 
when I told her I hadn't.

I saw Eva a few times after that, she wouldn't talk 
about Joan. I think she may have been hurt that Joan 
never got in touch with her again. Shit, I wish I knew 
what happened.

Joan and I stayed together, off and on, for another two 
or so years, but our sex was never the same again. 
There seemed to be a sense of melancholia about her 
after that weekend. After we finally broke up, I lost 
all contact with her. I wish her the best, I still 
think about her, often, and about that night in 
particular.

END

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