7 comments/ 40949 views/ 10 favorites Just Try It By: taknbistorm Just Try It. Man am I bored! Here it is, a Friday night and I am stuck at home. Alone. I have no man – ditched him after I found him fucking his best friend. Didn't the shit hit the fan that night! Hahahaha pun intended. Hmm my glass is empty. I reach for another vodka and raspberry. As I drink I brood. The kids are away they are at their Dad's for the next two days. So here it is, another weekend alone in what seems like forever. Maybe I should call a girlfriend. Ring. Ring. "Hello Carly? What you up to tonight? Oh, you are? Well, have a great night then, I want to hear all the details soon. Ok, bye." Sigh. Carly has a hot date. About time. The poor girl has been alone for way too long. Oh my God! Did I actually just say that? Me? Here I am, drinking alone, moaning and whinging because I am lonely and I call Carly a poor girl? Oh that is funny. I need to go out. I know. I will try April. Half an hour later. Now I'm bored and frustrated! You would think one of my friends had nothing to do, but I guess when most of your friends are married you should expect that. There's nothing for it, I have to go out by myself. It's just, I don't know, its been so long since I have been "out there" as a single lady. Getting up I go in my bedroom and stand in front of the mirror. I take off my t-shirt and track pants, but leave my bra and knickers on. When you are going on an exploration of ones self, there is no need to analyse too much at once. Hmmm I run my hands over my belly sucking it in trying to make it smaller. Who am I kidding here? I've had 3 kids. That tummy is never going to be flat like it was when I was 20. And those stretch marks, if they haven't disappeared by now, then I guess they never will. Standing up straight I take a good look at myself. I have long brown hair; it is mid-way down my back. It was always one of my best features but it has been a while since I had a haircut. I have fine lines around my green eyes. Not quite crows feet but one day I can see it happening. My lips, let me see if they look kissable. (I feel stupid as I make kisses at my reflection in the mirror) Well I'm happy with them; bit of lipstick, stick them out a bit, and make them pout. That would be OK. I'm laughing quite hard now. I can't see a vixen inside this woman. I'm trying intensely, but I guess my imagination isn't that good. My arms look Ok. Not that flabby. I turn around so I can see the backs of my legs, twisting around at the waist. Tense the muscles. Oh wow cellulite! No man will want me now. He'd see that and run screaming naked from the bedroom! I must have had too many drinks or I'm cracking up. Since when did going out mean I had to meet a man? Ok be brave, here comes the hardest part. I take off my bra and knickers. Standing nude in front of the mirror I look at my breasts. I have always been small breasted. They hang slightly. I never breast fed my kids so my nipples are still pale pink and small. I can't remember the last time I saw them sitting up to attention during a wild night of lovemaking. Every time I made a move I was rejected or it was over before you could say, "kiss me". Looking back now I should have seen the signs. But I firmly believe we only see what we want to see in our partners, and in my own defence, I was married to this man for over 15 years. We had kids together, we had built a life, why would I look for reasons to destroy that? Sigh. I hold my slightly sagging tits in my hands, giving them a squeeze. I start fondling my nipples trying to get them larger and after adding saliva to my soft touches they are soon thrusting forward. Ok. That looks better. I can live with that. Releasing my breasts I move back until I am sitting on the bottom rail of the bed. This position is high enough so that I can see my snatch. It's a bit hairy. It seems to have been a long time between shaves. Once upon a time that pussy would have been hairless always. I go into the bathroom and start running the shower. I wash my hair, my body, enjoying the feel of the soap and my hands as they roam over me. I reach for the razor and do the parts I can see without the use of a mirror. I make sure my legs are shaved too, oh yes and don't forget under the arms. Oh woman have you let yourself go, or what? Soon I have dried off and returned to bedroom armed with a bowl, new razor, shaving cream and a towel. While I am shaving I give myself a few reminders. "Light strokes, careful around the clit. Now in the cleft, careful, spread the lips a little wider." Quickly I finish shaving, including the crack of my arse. I stood in front of the mirror freshly rinsed and shaved. Wow! Who is that woman? She looks so different! My hair is still wet and dripping. The drops fall over my tits and cascade down. I spread my slit open and really look at myself now. My fingers find my hole. I finger around the outside, running my hand back and forth between my clit and my pussy. That feels so good. Sigh. Have to stop. I will never go out if I keep that up. My hands move away from my core almost reluctantly. Now. To find something sexy. I move around the room. My naked pussy feels so different as I walk. I love the feeling of my lips rubbing together. This feeling has been missing from my life for an eternity, or so it seemed. Why the hell did I wait this long? What was wrong with me? Just because he didn't want me, doesn't mean I didn't have to care about me. Come on girl keep it real here. You masturbated often during your marriage because you weren't getting any from him. Opening the wardrobe door I spy it. The perfect dress. My husband – no sorry, make that – my EX-husband had always hated this dress. "It's a whores dress." Was his only comment. I couldn't see there was anything wrong with that. I had bought it because it had looked slutty. It had been one of my efforts in trying to stimulate my husbands – EX- desires. Well bother it! He doesn't care anymore and I want to wear it! I put on the black leather dress. It reaches midway between my knees and my hips. I bend to put on my sexy black underwear and realise that I have a little problem. I had bought this dress a while ago, and I must've put on some weight because it's a bit tight. I can't bend very well. What should I do? I don't want to look ridiculous for heavens sake! Think Jaz. I walk back to my wardrobe. Frumpy. Flick. Daggy. Flick. Oh my God what was I thinking when I bought that? Flick. Nice blouse. Black skirt. That could work. But I really want to wear this dress. Does it look that bad? I agonise over my decision, and finally think "Who cares anyway? It's not like they know me or anything." I redress putting on the knickers and bra set I had been saving for a special occasion. Does that look ok? Oh I don't know! I look at the clock; I have been here for two hours! Bugger it! I decide to go just like this. I put on my high heels and add an extra inch or two to my 5 foot 5 inch height. There that looks better. Now for the hair and the make up. I blow dry my hair and wonder what to do with it. Put it up? Leave it down? I finally decide on leaving it down, blowing it around my face and cascading down my back. The make up is quick and easy. I have always been into subtle make up and tonight is no exception. I add the last touch of light pink lipstick. On impulse I blow myself a kiss. I pick up my purse and keys and walk out the door. There is only one problem. I have no idea where to go. I decide to drive around until I find a place that appeals to me. The trouble was I had been out of the pub scene for a long time and don't know what as good or not. I keep driving. I end up at the point when I think, "ok I will just go to the next one I see". So that is what I did, and ended up in this dimly lit nightclub. Women were dancing on poles, and men were hooting. I find a booth to sit in at the back and wait till a waiter comes around to order a drink. I take stock of what I see. There are a lot of men of all shapes and sizes. I size them up but none of them appeal to me. Most of them seem far too young for me anyway. My drink comes. I sit and sip my vodka and raspberry. Someone is standing in front of my booth I turn to look and see a woman standing there. She asked, "Is anyone is sitting with you? I'm tired of standing around." I said, "Sure help your self". I waved my hand to indicate she should sit. She smiled her thanks and sat down next to me. We sat there just watching people around us not saying anything for a few minutes. I heard her laughing and looked in the direction she was looking in. I saw nothing funny and turned to ask what she had been laughing at but she had her head ducked behind me. What the hell? Finally she moved and said that she had been hiding from a man her sister had tried to set her up with. I stuck my hand out and said, "I'm Jaz". She shook my hand and said, "I'm Mara, pleased to meet you" We talked for a while after that, the usual things that strangers talk about, people around us who are having a good time and not afraid to show it, laughing at men as they got removed from the club because they couldn't stop trying to touch the dancing girls. I told Mara I was a divorcee, and how I came to be here tonight. In return she pointed out the man she was trying to ditch and I told her to duck if I saw him coming. We had a few more drinks, and it seemed we were old friends by the time we had our fourth drink. By this time I was ready to leave the Club. It had been a good night. I might not have met any men, but I had enjoyed what had become a girl's night out. I told Mara I was ready to leave, she said she would too but was having so much fun she didn't want to go home. "Umm would you like to come back to my place? We could have a few more drinks and listen to some music" I asked her. "That sounds like fun." Mara smiled at me. "Do you need a lift? Or would you like to follow me home? I asked her. "I was brought here by Vince. Lets go." She got up and together we walked from the bar. We drove back to my place, singing along to the radio. Once inside I took off my shoes. My feet were killing me after hours in heels. Mara did the same. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. After, I served our drinks turned on the radio and sat down on the couch next to Mara. She asked where my toilet was and I gave her directions. When she came back we sat talking for a while longer. I asked why she had dumped that guy tonight? What was wrong with him? "Oh nothing was wrong with him. He was a nice man, but I just wasn't attracted to him. I told my sister I didn't want her to meddle in my love life, but she wont have it. No one is happier than when they are married, is my sister's belief. I guess I will get it tomorrow when she finds out what happened." I thought on that. Yes I knew what she meant. Married, together, never alone, always, yes I understood that. The tears started to well. Mara saw them and reached up to catch one of my tears. I watched as she brought her finger to her mouth and sucked my tear away. "The reason I didn't want that man Jaz is my tastes are more defined." I was fascinated, hesitant in thinking what I thought she was saying. "Mara, what are you saying?" I asked moving back on the couch and sitting forward. "You know what I'm saying Jaz. But if you want I will say it out loud. I prefer ladies Jaz. Do you know you are very beautiful?" I started laughing I couldn't help it. I didn't want to be rude; I didn't want this nice lady to be offended, but a lesbian! Mara rose from the couch with a hurt expression on her very pretty face. I also got up with my arms stretched out as I tried to make Mara stop so I could explain. "Mara, please, listen, wait, I'm sorry that was rude of me. Call it shock. I told you I am a divorcee. My husband left me for another man. It's kind of a sore spot for me. I wasn't laughing at you I promise. I'm sorry." Mara stood there looking at me. I tried to read her expression but all I could really see was the hurt. I felt twinges of guilt and put my head down a little. I felt fingers touching my chin lifting my head so that I was looking eye to eye with this woman. She leaned forward and gently touched her lips to mine. I pulled back startled. "Does it upset you that your husband left you, or that he left you for another man Jaz?" "Both. I thought he would be with me forever. I thought he loved me. I thought I was good enough for him. But I'm not. Am I so terrible that no man can love me?" My eyes filled with tears, my arms were outstretched. "There isn't only a love between man and woman, as you are finding out. But how can you really know until you do find out? Why not try it, see what you're husband saw in loving another of his sex?" Her voice was soft and quiet, coaxing. "I can show you how to love again Jaz. I can take you to places that you haven't been to. I can do all this for you, if you are willing to try." She leaned in again and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Let me do this for you Jaz," she whispered. "Just try it". Just try it. That phrase seemed to haunt me. But what was I supposed to do? I could recall all the horrible things I said to Tom as he left the house. Well screamed actually. And he didn't so much as leave as I threw him and his clothes out of the house. I called him every dirty name I could think of, while he red faced got in his car and drove away. "I can't," I whispered. "I'm not a lesbian." "You are so young, so innocent." Her voice was husky, almost deep as she breathed these words to me. I laugh and say, "Thirty-eight is hardly young or innocent." "You will learn Jaz. You will like what I teach. We can stop any time you say. No problems, no dramas. You say when to stop and I will." I could feel Mara trembling next to me. I felt we were on some kind of ride because I was shaking as well. I stood there in front of this woman and tried to think hard, to make the right decision. On one hand, I was curious. On the other hand I was appalled. While I was deciding Mara helped me in making my decision. Her lips went to the side of my face as she traced gentle kisses. Her lips moved closer to mine. I stood immobile, paralysed with indecision. Her soft lips touched mine, and involuntarily my lips opened and Mara took the opportunity to explore my mouth further. Her lips became a little harder as she moved her lips over mine. Brushing them a little harder each time. Mara put her arms around me and she moved so that we had full body contact. Breast to breast, thigh to thigh. Her hands were stroking my face as her lips closed completely over mine. I still had not moved. I felt wooden. It was hard for me to take in. Finally Mara sensed this and released me. She looked at me for a very long time, and I stood immobile as I stared back into her eyes. Her arms came back around me as a slow song started on the radio. Leisurely she started to rock me in time to the music, and as we made our slow dance she pulled my head so it rested on her shoulder. I kept my head there and just enjoyed the sensation of being held. It felt so good after so long. I felt alive for the first time in a long time. I felt that I could be loved. It was only a start, but it was a better feeling than the emptiness I seemed to feel most of the time. I could smell her perfume, I could feel her heart beating, and I could feel her head as she rested it on mine. Mara made no other moves on me through those few moments except that her hands were running softly along my back every now and then. When the song finished she moved her head away from me and allowed me to move back, letting her hands loosen their hold on me. I stepped back enough to look into Mara's blue eyes. It was like looking into an ocean on a stormy day. I felt myself being drawn into that sea. I felt myself being thrown around in the violence of those waves. I was drowning. I sucked my breath in and watched, this time ready and willing, as her head bent once again and she kissed me. I kissed her back. My arms embracing around her neck as I my hands pulled her head down to kiss me deeper. She growled and acknowledged my silent request, her tongue running across my lips and my teeth as she explored the inside of my mouth. My tongue reached out to meet hers and our tongues danced in a manner similar to the one we had just had with our bodies. I must admit I was getting very turned on. We kept kissing, and her hands started to move over my body. They moved around my back, across my stomach, around my back again, up my arms, down my arms, stroking my face, my neck. And then Mara's hand brushed against my breast. I jumped back, startled. "I'm sorry." I blubbered. "I think I need a drink." "I think you have had enough Jaz." Mara said in a stern voice. I looked at her. I could see the anger, the frustration written on this woman's face, but it just seemed like a lot for me to take on. Maybe I am a prude. I don't know, but I haven't even kissed a woman before tonight. I'm not really sure how I should feel. My voice was shaky as I tried to apologize and I had to clear my throat twice before I could talk. "You're right. I need to think. I'm sorry Mara. I should have expected that. I don't know what I'm thinking. I guess it's just a little too much for me. " "Didn't you enjoy what we were doing Jaz? Didn't it feel good?" she countered. I nodded my head. It did feel good to be held again. But what if that was all it was? What if, I didn't really want Mara, but just wanted to someone to hold? I feel really screwed up here. I don't know what to do. Mara was silent for a while as she sat watching me in my indecision. Finally she spoke. "Jaz, I want to give you something. I want to show you a little of what it could be like with me. You intrigue me. The way you kissed me, I know inside you there is a woman waiting to love, to give and receive. I want to be that person. If only to show you what can be. Let me show you one small thing and tonight I will leave. Before I go I will give you my phone number. You can call me when you have made a decision. I only ask that you do call me and tell me whether your answer is a yes or a no. Does that sound fair?" "Yes, that sounds fair." "Good." She said. "Jaz turn this way, turn towards me." I did. Sitting on the edge of the couch with my legs together. "Relax". She said, giving me a gentle shove. I let myself fall back on the couch, but I was feeling a little uncomfortable. Mara got on her knees and knelt in front of me. She pried my legs apart so she was sitting between them. She leaned up and kissed me again. Gently running her lips over mine. I sighed and returned her feather light kisses. I felt my body relaxing as I enjoyed this attention. Her left hand was running a path across the edging of my bra, soft touches to my tits. "Jaz, look at me." She said huskily almost demandingly. I lifted my head as I watched her slowly undo the buttons on my shirt. "It's ok," she reassured me. She leaned over looking me deeply in the eyes as her arms went around my neck and started to unzip my dress. My back arched to allow her better access and soon my clothing was lying around my waist. Self-consciously I put my hands across my breasts, but she gently took them away with a smile. Her hands trailed across the line of my bra, touching my nipples as they went. I relaxed with a sigh and closed my eyes. I felt a warm wetness, and opened my eyes to see Mara's tongue trailing the path her hand had just been. I cant express all the emotions I was feeling. My body was shaking, with fear as well as desire, but I was torn over which one was standing out. The knot in my stomach had not decreased. I was feeling guilty about wanting to do this, knowing that my friends and society frowned on this. Knowing that I, until tonight, had also felt this same feeling of wrongness. Just Try It Ch. 02 Excerpt from Part l: Mara was silent for a while as she sat watching me in my indecision. Finally she spoke. "Jaz, I want to give you something. I want to show you a little of what it could be like with me. You intrigue me. The way you kissed me, I know inside you there is a woman waiting to love, to give and receive. I want to be that person. If only to show you what can be. Let me show you one small thing and tonight I will leave. Before I go I will give you my phone number. You can call me when you have made a decision. I only ask that you do call me and tell me whether your answer is a yes or a no. Does that sound fair?" "Yes, that sounds fair." Mara's Story. Mara couldn't believe it when she had seen Jaz in the bar all alone. Who could resist those deer-in-the-headlight-eyes? She had seen and taken the opportunity before her. One reason being to ditch the guy her sister had set her up with. Her sister just didn't understand and once again, the lecture would be heard tomorrow. But for now all Mara wanted to think about was Jaz. Would she call? She had said she would. Touching Jaz was amazing! The way her body responded to Mara's touch was special. Feeling her already tight pussy contract as her orgasm hit was incredible. Mara longed to touch herself, relive that moment, but there was no way she would do it in a taxi! Finally the taxi arrived home and Mara paid the fare and hurried to the front door. By the time she had made it to the bedroom she could feel her pussy dripping from the core. Uncaring she stripped off her clothes and left them on the floor as he lay on her bed. Mara relived touching Jaz's breasts, touching her own and mimicking the same actions that she had done to Jaz. Her nipples began to harden as she squeezed her tits, all the while her hips were moving in concert with her hands. Mara used her saliva to wet her nipples and blew on them to make them even harder. One hand started to trail down to her pussy while the other was brushing over her tits. One finger, two fingers and plunge! Oh yes! Her hand left her tits and moved down to her clit and her fingers started to move in hard fast circles. Once again her fingers plunged into her pussy, her hips were bucking. She could taste Jaz, smell her. The small piece of that perfect body was enough to make Mara want more. She wanted to watch her face as Mara drove her tongue deep inside Jaz's pussy. She wanted to watch her writhe and beg for more. Desperately, it seemed, she wanted to hear Jaz scream Mara's name as she came over and over again. It was all too much for Mara and she came in waves, moaning and calling Jaz's name, imagining that Jaz was the one finger fucking her right now. That Jaz was watching and looking at her pussy as she came. That it was Jaz's fingers feeling her juices running down her hand. It was an intense and powerful orgasm and it took a few moments before she could move again. When finally she roused enough she went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. She came back to her room, picked up her clothes off the floor and got into bed, smiling and drifted off. The phone rang waking Mara from her deep sleep. Jaz! "Hello?" "Hello, Mara?" Well it wasn't Jaz. It was her sister, ringing to tell her off for how she behaved last night. When was she going to get it? Mara didn't need her help. Lisa never could understand Mara. Still held out desperate hope that it was "just a phase" Mara was going through. Even though Mara had been open about it Lisa was sure she just hadn't met the right man to end this silliness. Mara tried to speak. Opened her mouth, even got a sound out before it was over-ridden again by Lisa who had hit her stride and now was going to let Mara know how she felt. Mara ended that by hanging up. If Lisa couldn't accept it, that was fine. She was done trying to do things to please others. Mara wasn't interested in pretending to keep the family happy. Lisa was right about one thing. The silliness did have to end. From now on Mara would refuse all dates no matter how long Lisa went on and on about this nice man she thinks would be perfect for her. The phone rang again and again Mara picked it up. It was Lisa. "Don't you hang up on me Mara; you know we all just want the best for you! We all agree that you should be married, have kids, set-". Mara hung up. The phone rang again and this time Mara's patience had come to an end. Angrily she picked up the phone and started talking instantly. "Listen to me Lisa; I am done trying to make you all happy. I have told you and told you it is not a phase, a fad, a crisis I am going through. You, our parents, everyone needs to back off and accept that I am who I am and I don't want to change! I met a beautiful woman last night and I want to continue to see her, if she will have me. At this point I care more for her opinion than I do yours! So if you haven't rung to apologise for trying to run my life, then there is no reason to continue this conversation. I'm going now unless you can say something to make me change my mind!" "Something!" There it was that shy and lovely soft voice. The one Mara had dreamed of all night. At once she started shaking. "Jaz" Mara breathed. "Did you mean that Mara? Am I really beautiful? I think you are." "Are you trying to flirt with me Jaz?" Mara asked. Her sense of humour quickly returned as she tried to get her mind and body under control. "No! Um, well err... you know" Jaz trailed off, before saying "I'm not very good at this am I? "You're doing fine babe, have you thought about us Jaz? "Yes Mara, I didn't sleep much last night, I just kept thinking and thinking. I'm scared. I have to admit it out right. I don't know what to do, I won't be very good at, well, you know." "Jaz we don't have to do anything you don't want. I'm just asking for the chance to show you what could be." "Oh I think you showed me that last night" Jaz giggled. "You liked it huh?" "Mara, I liked it, and I liked you." Mara couldn't believe her ears. Her heart was beating so fast it felt like a time bomb about to explode. "I did mean it Jaz, when I thought it was my sister on the phone. I would love to see you again. Will you have me?" "Yes Mara, yes. I will have you. I want to try it." Just Try It Her voice brought me from my riviere. "You are so beautiful Jaz," she breathed before removed my tits from their bonds and took my left nipple in her mouth. I sucked the breath through my teeth as I felt the tugging sensations coursing through my body. It had been so long! So very long. Her mouth felt exquisite as her teeth grazed over my sensitive nipple, then leaving a trail of wetness her mouth made its way too my other breast. Mara closed her mouth over my nipple and her tongue danced over and around, making it jut out, seeking more. My body seemed to raise itself to her mouth and my hand went around her head, as I urged her to suck my tit hard. "Oh Mara!" I gasped, as her mouth did indeed harden around my areola and nipple. Her hand was playing with the other breast and I was totally drawn in. My body was a mass of tight emotion. I was so turned on by the moment. Her lips left my breasts and returned to my mouth, my neck, and my ears. She nibbled my lobe and sucked it gently, pulling it between her teeth. Every nerve in me was alive at that moment. Her mouth and hands returned to my breasts and she trailed around and under tits, leaving no part of me untouched. Her fingers trailed light patterns across my stomach. Again her mouth returned to my own and our tongues mixed together until it seemed we were as one. I was feeling relaxed and totally caught up in the moment. The world seemed a far away place. There was only Mara and myself. Things were going really well. Until. I felt a hand moving under my skirt and fingers touching my nether regions. I froze, once more. Mara looked into my eyes deeply, and almost pleadingly. "Let me Jaz." She said, before leaning in to kiss me once more. Her fingers went back to rubbing my pussy and clit through my knickers. I could feel the dampness as her fingers pressed the cloth against my skin. Mara kept rubbing, her fingers increasing the pressure as they ran over my clit. I was gasping into her kisses as the waves of pleasure cascade over me. Mara proceeded to move my panties aside and before I could resist her, two fingers had moved deep inside my throbbing wet core. Her thumb continued to manipulate my clit, moving in circles. My lover's fingers began to thrust deep inside me and I cried out as the desire for gratification became stronger. I could feel my orgasm building from the bottom of my spine. My pussy was throbbing as I raised my hips in tune with Mara's thrusts. I was very close. Mara sensed this as it was becoming harder for her to chase my mouth. My head was thrashing to and fro as I moaned and cried out with every plunge and withdraw. Eventually she gave up and started to kiss my neck. She sucked hard and as I felt her love bite, my peak crested. I cried out, as waves of pure bliss pounded over me. My pussy clenched around her fingers. Squeezing and releasing almost like a dance of its own, as my feminine opening rhythmically pulsed with pleasure. Mara's fingers withdraw from my core and I sighed. She looked deep into my eyes and kissed me once again. This time it was a hard kiss. In that one kiss I got a total sense of her desire for me. It was a kiss that demanded, that wanted, that searched. It was a kiss that felt like it was branding me. She was shaking and I sensed that she was holding back many emotions from me. Mara rose from between my legs and got up. Looking directly into my eyes she raised the fingers that had been inside me to her mouth sucking off the sticky juices that I had left on her. She adjusted her figure hugging knee high dusk pink dress and I took more notice now of the way the material seemed to meld around her bountiful breasts, hug her waist and flow out to show what looked like perfect legs. Mara asked if she could use the phone and I smiled and said of course she could. I was still feeling a little dazed after such euphoria. I pointed to the hall, and she walked off that way. I watched her leave the room, noticing her backside seemed to swish in that dress. By the time she had returned I had composed myself a bit. I was sitting, sipping on my drink when she walked through the door. "Jaz." I looked up. "I have ordered a taxi it should be here soon. Can I give you my phone number?" I rose from the couch and went for a pen and my notebook. She wrote her name and her phone number. As she gave the notebook back to me she gripped one end, making me look up into her gorgeous eyes. "Call me, one way or another after you have decided. I will be thinking about you, and I hope the answer is yes." I nodded my head unable to speak. What words could I say? She asked to use the bathroom once again, and I said, "Of course, go for it." I just sat there; looking into my bottle of booze, hoping it had an answer because I didn't. It wasn't long after she returned that we heard a car horn outside and realised it was the taxi. I followed her to the front door. Before she opened it Mara once again kissed me softly. She traced the outline of the mark she had left on my neck, smiled, and then disappeared. I closed the door after I had watched the taxi drive off, cleaned up the lounge and got ready for bed. In my bathroom on the mirror was a single pair of lips. The same shade of pink as the one Mara had worn. I smiled as I realised she had left this for me. I cleaned my teeth and got into bed leaving her kiss on the glass. Should I call her and say yes? But that would mean I was a lesbian. Wouldn't it? At this point do I really care? Maybe Mara was right; maybe we should just try it. Just Try Me Curiosity killed the cat.... or so I've been told. I knew the old adage; I'd used it several times before. Usually, I managed to keep my own curiosity under a solid control, however this time... my curiosity of you got the better of me. We had talked several times over the telephone and numerous times over the computer. I knew what you looked like because I'd received several pictures of you over the past months. I also knew what your voice was like, rich and flowing. Your voice never failed to produce sexual waves to rush over my body. Another thing I knew was where you lived. We'd made plans to meet and enjoy each other, but they never seemed to come to pass. Something always seemed to get in the way. All these things combined were really the determining factor in what caused me to do what I did next. I decided to come to you. Not wanting to take the chance that I might hear you say that you wouldn't be able to be with me because of work or some other thing, I didn't tell you I was coming. That way if, after I'd seen you, I discovered that you were busy, I wouldn't have to say anything about it and could just return home. Once the plane landed it was actually quite easy to find my way to you. I simply hailed a taxi and handed him the piece of paper I'd written your address on and he took me where I wanted to go. I decided that I would freshen my appearance a bit, brush my hair, and make sure everything was in order before I arrived. While I was checking my cosmetics, I noticed the driver kept glancing back at me using the rear view mirror. "You really don't need to do that,” he said. "What is it exactly that I don't need to do?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "To freshen up like you are doing." "And why do you think I've no need of it, might I ask?" He looked up into the mirror again, and said, "Because you are beautiful the way you are." I looked at his badge, and found his name to be Dave. A smile played across my lips and just reached my eyes when he announced that we'd arrived at the location I'd given him. My eyes held his as I reached into my pocketbook to pay him. "Thank you, Dave, for the compliment." I said as I stepped from the taxi. I was standing in front of your home. I took a deep breath and said, "Well, you are here now... no turning back." When I started to knock on the door I heard something to the side of the house. I had thought that you might of come outside so I stepped toward the sound I heard. I saw nothing, but discovered that the sound was coming from inside the house. I peeked in the window and you were there, plucking out some tune on your guitar. I stood there mesmerized. You were so serious and quite engrossed in what you were doing; I just stood there watching you. My heart pounding, the little voice in my head telling me I was stupid for sneaking around like this. I continued to watch you through the window, you had gotten up to stretch and remove your shirt. I watched you move toward the back of the house and assumed that you'd decided to take a shower. I was proved right when I heard the water begin to run. With my back to the house, that little voice started up again. " Are you just going to stand outside his house? Go in and surprise him. He's not to busy if he's tinkering with the guitar, much less if he's in the shower." All these thoughts ran through my mind. That did it. I moved back to the front of the house and tried the door. A small surge of triumph electrified me when I found it unlocked. I stepped inside, praying that you didn't have a huge dog that would pounce on me as soon as I took another step deeper inside. I waited. No growling, no alarms going off, much to my relief. I pressed the door closed behind me, and leaned against it until I gathered my courage. Silently I moved further into your home, I looked around, taking in as much of my surroundings as I could. I took off my jacket and let it drop along with my purse onto the couch. Slipped off my sandals and made my way to the back, following the sound of the water. As I got closer, I noticed that you did not close the door. You certainly weren't expecting company or you wouldn't of left it open, right. I could hear you humming softly in the shower. I had to steady myself against the wall as the sound of your voice rushed over me. So strong was the effect you had on me. With my shoulder against the doorframe I watched you in the shower. Your silhouette slightly distorted from the shower doors, but I could clearly see that that entire running you are made to do has kept you in shape. Your hair, slicked back against your head from the water, the water running down your body, along your chest and stomach, down over your hips, racing down your legs. It was almost too much to take, as I stood there, breathless, torturing myself by watching you. I still my hands to prevent them from touching my body. I continued to watch you in the shower and decided I'd surprise you. I straightened up to remove my clothing and stepped into the shower behind you. What a surprise you got. The second my hands touched your back you spun around to see just WHO was invading your privacy. I almost laughed aloud, the look on your face when you discovered it was me standing behind you. Your hands slid around my waist and pulled me in close to you. I looked up at you and smiled, " Surprise!" I said, lowered my eyes. Your finger beneath my chin brought my eyes back to yours. Your eyes were glowing. Again I found myself mesmerized, unable to move, your mouth moved closer to mine until our lips met. My body shook as your lips touched mine, I went up on tiptoe to deepen the kiss and let my tongue touch yours. I felt your body tense as more of our bodies touched. As our lips and bodies parted, a smile upon my lips, "I thought you might need some help washing your back" I said. Your eyes darkened for an instant then the laughter rumbled from your chest. You tossed the washcloth at me and simply turned around. As I lathered the soap into the cloth I admired your backside. The length of your legs, your amazing ass, the lines of your back, I noticed again how tall you were. Your hands were splayed against the tiles of the shower, but as I touched you, I saw your knuckles go white. Almost like you were fighting to keep them flat against the wall. The muscles in your back fascinated me, tensing and relaxing as my hands moved over your heated skin. Your head dropped down to let the water spray over your head. I washed your back and let the cloth drop to the shower floor, my hands moved over your backside. My fingers ran through the soapsuds on your back leaving finger tracks, my hands slipped a bit lower to your gorgeous behind. I heard your breathing sharpen, almost like I shocked you and you tensed again. I kept my hands on your body and let the water rinse my hands at the same time as it rinsed your body. You didn't move. In fact you had gone perfectly still. I moved away from you, suddenly very unsure of myself. Was I wrong my coming here like I did? What was I thinking, breaking into this man's home and invading his privacy like this? Could I have been more stupid? You aren't what he thought you would be. You don't look like he expected you to. I've upset him by coming here. Could I of misinterpreted what I thought was a look of pleasant surprise for something else. I hoped I was wrong, but you weren't saying anything, in fact you'd not even moved your head out from under the water. You were exactly as you were when I finished washing your back. Something close to panic had taken hold of my insides. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body as I stepped from the shower gathering my clothes from the floor and left the bathroom. This was definitely not how it was supposed to go. I never should of come. I just started going in the direction my feet took me. You found me in your room, standing near the window. My clothes clutched to my breast with one hand the other hand held the towel, still wrapped around me. Something behind me moved, I turned, with tears welled in my eyes, you were standing in the doorway with a towel around your waist. Water rivulets slipped down your chest into the towel. You looked so good, all wet and most definitely all male. I wanted to reach out and touch you but I wasn't sure of your reaction to me now. "I shouldn't of come. Please, let me get dressed and I'll go." "Go... go where? I know you don't think you are going back to North Carolina." "Y-yes, I only meant to surprise you, and I know you weren't expecting me, and I only wanted to be with you and.... " the words rushed from my mouth. "Hush... You certainly managed to surprise me." you said, and gave a small chuckle. "I am sorry. Please, I'll go. This was a mistake, I didn’t' mean to upset you by coming here. My curiosity got the better of me. I should of known better." "You know what they say about curiosity, don't you? It killed the cat." The tears had started to roll down my cheeks when you stepped closer to me. I tried to back away but wasn't able to as I was against the wall. Your hands came to my face and your thumbs wiped my tears. I kept my eyes lowered, you already knew I was crying and afraid I'd upset you, but I couldn't look you in the eye. I felt totally vulnerable. "There is nothing to be sorry for, Angel. You surprised me is all. A very nice surprise I might add." At the use of your pet name for me, I looked up at you. I knew, somehow, that it was going to be ok. That I was right in coming here, and that you weren’t upset that I was here. Every nerve in my body was on end. I shivered as you continued to touch me. You dropped one hand to my chest took my clothes and dropped them to the floor. My hands went to your shoulders, uncertainty in my eyes, I looked deep into yours. What I saw in your eyes was breath taking. Desire had clouded your beautiful green eyes, which made you incredibly sexy. I wanted you; in a way I've never wanted anyone. As you stepped back, your towel slid from around your hips to pool on the floor. " Your turn." you said. I shook my head because I KNEW what I looked like naked and was self-conscious about my body. I CERTAINLY didn't want you to see me in the daylight. I knew you'd said you like larger women, but there was still a part of me that was afraid that when you actually saw me naked you'd shun me. "Angel, you came to me to give me the chance to worship you. Let me do that. " "Seeing me with clothes on is one thing, seeing me with nothing on is another." "Ahh, you are right, however, you were just in the shower with me and you didn't have anything on then and I enjoyed the feel of your luscious body against mine." My face flared red, and looking deep into your eyes, I allowed the towel to drop. Without the cover of the towel, I was at a loss. At a loss of what to say, what to do, what to feel, I continued to watch you as you bent into me, our eyes held for a moment and we kissed. My heart began to pound and my mind started racing toward all the things that I wanted to do to you, and what I wanted you to do to me. My hands went to your chest, touching you was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. You felt so good beneath my fingertips. I let my fingers go where they wanted; I had to learn your body. I simply had to. I had no way on knowing WHEN or even IF we would ever have this chance again, and I intended to remember every moment of it. Deepening the kiss, my hands slid up around your neck, pulling you into me. With more of our naked bodies touching it was difficult to hide what I was feeling. My body betrayed my pleasure, as the kiss was broken. Your hands slipped around my waist and you rested your open palm against the curve of my bottom and pulled me even tighter into you. I arched my back crushing my upper body into yours. I was on fire. I had to have you. The desire to have your body moving against mine was very strong. The searching look you gave me as I took a step back told you what you needed to know. From a kiss alone, you had aroused my body. I stood there and let you take in the effects of the kiss we shared. I let you study my body. I could see that the kiss definitely affected you. You were highly aroused, your cock was hard, thick and beautiful. "See what you do to me? A kiss and you have me hard and ready." I blushed but looked you square in the eye. I moved over to the bed and sat on the edge. Your eyes watched me as I moved. "Are you really pleased I am here?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Look at me, Angel.” you said, as you moved to the bed next to me. "What do you see? If I wasn't pleased that you are here, I would of already seen you out the door." I watched your face and eyes for a moment, then said, " I know that your body responded to mine. I also know that you are as aroused as I am. But that doesn't mean that you are happy I'm here." "If you have any doubts about being here with me, I want you to say them now so we can get them out of the way, because I have full intentions of having my way with you and I'll not have you thinking it's an obligation because you showed up unexpectedly." "I just want to make sure. We've not gone so far that we can stop. I don't want to stop. I want you as I've never wanted anyone. I took a chance in coming here the way I did." "Yes, you did. You have no need to worry anymore. I am happy that you came to me, that you are here with me now. Sitting on my bed, totally and gloriously naked." "Now, tell me, do you have any more misgivings about being here?" "Kiss me" was my answer. Rising up off your knees, you put one hand on the bed and the other on my neck and shoulder. Pressing me to the bed you did just that. Eyes lock, bodies touch, breath mingles and heat bursts between us. The bed shifts as your weight comes down on it. My hands hold your face between them; slowly I begin to pull you toward me for the kiss. Your lips demanding, mine, soft and inviting. Your tongue licks at the corners of my mouth. The feel of your mouth against mine is intoxicating; I let my fingers sink into your hair as a soft moan escapes my throat. Finally, my tongue touches yours. Almost like a jolt of electricity shooting through my body, I jerk and relax into the sensations you are causing. One of my hands slips back down to your chest and I push you backwards as I turn my body... you are now laying on the bed with me lying beside you. My confidence building with each minute... I kiss my way from your lips, down your neck, across your chest and down your stomach. I let my mouth take the course that it wants to, I'm not in a hurry, and we have all the time in the world. Your hard cock rubs against my cheek and I turn my head to lick along the length. A sigh of pleasure burst forth from me as my tongue touched your cock. I open my mouth and let you slide deep inside. The change in your breathing is quite audible; a small smile passes over my face. My tongue laying flat on the underside of your beautiful cock, I press the tip up to apply pressure on the head. My teeth graze just slightly against your hardness. With that, your hands move into my hair and lock around my hair... the sharp pulling of my hair heightens me awareness of what I'm doing at the same time a moan slips from around your cock. My hands slip down to hold your ball sac, rolling them gently in my hand... a slight squeeze now and then. Your hands threaded in my hair and the movement of your hips tells me what you want. Subtle movements turn to demanding ones. My mouth closes tighter against you as my tongue curls around your cock. Your sharp intake of breath tells me you like it. I start squeezing the sides of my tongue together and pushing against you with the tip of my tongue while my hand kneads your balls. My rhythm changes to keep you off balance, when your hips start pushing up against me again, I know that it works. I want to taste you, all of you, but I'm not ready for it to end just yet. Releasing you from my mouth... I swirl my tongue around your cock head one more time and kiss my way up your body. Your hands are still in my hair and you help pull me up your body. Sitting astride you, I rock my hips back and forth, just enough to allow your length to slip between the lips of my pussy. My heat, your hardness, knowing this is actually happening, is almost too much for me. From this position, you have a very good view of my body; your hands drop from my hair to my shoulders. Sliding gently over my curves to my breasts. Your hands rub against them open and flat, as your hands come back up you allow my nipples to slip between your fingers, and you pinch them. My head falls back as the pain courses from my nipples throughout my body and a sensual moan erupts from my throat. With a quick movement, your hands leave my nipples and go to my hips. Lifting me slightly then pushing your hips up, you impale me on your hard cock. A gentle scream rips from me. Our eyes lock in that instant and you have that little gleam in your eyes. My eyes close and my back arches as you continue to pound yourself up into me. Rocking my hips to assist, my clit is rubbed against you with each movement we make. Little sparks of pleasure fly through my body randomly. Knowing that they will all come together for a fantastic orgasm, I enjoy the sensation. Your hands at my hips dig in deeper, like you are trying to get completely inside me Another sudden movement and you are on top of me, my back pressed into the bed. Automatically, my hands move to the head of the bed to push against the headboard. "I've wanted to do this for so long. To have you in my bed, taking your body and making you mine." Between ragged breaths, I beg for more. "I've wanted you for a long time too, it's why I'm here." "OH GOD!!!!!!!! Angel, I'm not far off, I'm going to cum" "Not without me you aren't!!" I rock my hips against you and stimulate my clit even more. I can feel you get even harder inside me and you start to shake. One of my hands reaches down and taps on my clit... sending me over the edge. My muscles clench against you and hold you inside. As my body holds you inside, it releases your orgasm. Your hips thrust into mine. Each thrust getting harder until you are spent completely. You collapse onto me, and my arms move around you, holding you to me. THIS is what I'd imagined it would be like. You raise your head, our breathing still erratic, look into my eyes and smile. I couldn't help but smile back at you. Raising your body up with your arms, your face takes on a serious look. "What is it? What's wrong?" "Nothing Angel, I was just wondering something is all" "And are you going to make me guess what you were wondering?" I said with a quirky grin. "Another time, probably, but this time. No" "Sweetie, what is it that you are thinking?" "Honestly?" "Yes of course." "I was wondering if you were on any form of birth control." I must have gotten a frightened look on my face or something because you leaned down and kissed me softly. You kissed me until you knew the look was gone. I decide that I like your kisses. When you raise your head, I look you in the eye, "No, I'm not on any kind of birth control." "Good" was all you said. I could feel the smile spread across my face. I knew you were looking down at me and I close my eyes and revel in the sensations still coursing through my body. You move, I felt it, but I didn't open my eyes. When your lips touch my breasts, my eyes fly open to look down at you. Again, my hands move to your shoulders and hold your head to me. That little voice started up again... "See, I told you everything would be ok" I pushed the voice out of my head and concentrated on what your lips were doing to my breasts... Most erotic.