****** Annette's Second Coming Out - Part I by buttdebra ******
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Annette's Second Coming Out - Part I


As she readied herself for her late evening trip to the lesbian bar, Annette
couldn't get over how nervous she was. Though she was now only twenty-seven
years old, she had been to that club a hundred, maybe two hundred times, and
slept with at least a dozen women she met there. Tonight, she knew, was
different. Gazing in the mirror, her looks were reassuring. Those skin tight
jeans highlighted what she was told so often was her greatest asset, her firm,
round, large for a petite 5-8 frame butt. As for her own opinion, it was her
flat belly and her puffy nippled, slightly upturned 34-A breasts that defined
her, which she now barely covered with a gold silk blouse, half unbuttoned. Her
short blonde hair would pass her as a beautiful straight girl in any nightclub
that night, though she herself thought of the cut as distinctively lesbian/
femme. As usual her makeup was understated, except for the maroon lipstick and
eye shadow she had selected. As she reached for the western hankies she had
purchased just that afternoon-one yellow, one beige, one brown-she laughed then
said out loud to herself, "Who is even going to recognize these?" As she
reached for the beige one, she noticed her hand was trembling. "This is like
coming out all over again," she thought, placing it in her left rear pocket,
half hanging out. She situated the yellow one similarly in her right butt
pocket in full view to anyone, but wadded up and secreted away the brown one in
her front pocket. It would come out if the time was right. She then put on her
sexy tan boots to finish the look, grabbed her keys and pocketbook and headed
to the car.

Driving to the club her stomach was tied in knots. Her conscience was her enemy
as she thought about everything that could go wrong. What about the diseases
her doctor said she could get? "I'll use common sense, safe sex only until we
both get tests," she thought calmingly. What if everybody does recognize those
hankies and it alienates the club? This was a big enough town to have a couple
dyke bars, but only a couple. Suddenly the mood was not feeling at all right
and she turned off into the park where she could be alone with her doubts for a
minute.

As she pulled the car to a stop, two women sitting on the bench across the lawn
noticed her and stared for a moment, whispering to each other. One was college
aged, dressed in the goth fashion, the other noticeably older, dressed more
conservatively. Annette quickly realized they were a lesbian couple. It was
widely known and generally tolerated that gays frequented the park, this
section of it almost to the exclusion of all others. But on occasion religious
zealots or young toughs would come by to harass or worse. Annette smiled at
them and they were again a million miles away, as they had been before she
pulled up, talking, caressing, occasionally kissing, in their own world.

Careful not to stare, Annette couldn't help but think that it was fate that
brought her to this picture at this place and time. Five years before, that
could have been her and Beth on that bench, or Professor Stern to all her other
students who, unlike Annette, she didn't sleep with. It was Beth who had been
her lover for the last three years of college; who had taught her that she was
a lesbian and that such a fate was marvelous and beautiful; and it was Beth who
had introduced her to her perverse desires, which she had craved to experience
again for five years but had denied herself.

Annette remembered vividly the first time she enjoyed Beth's most intimate
gifts. She was between her teacher's thighs, lying on her stomach, as Beth lay
on her back, knees in the air, moaning slightly while Annette slowly tongued
and kissed her wet pussy lips. The younger girl looked up, as was her habit,
hoping to make eye-contact with her thirty-five year old lover while she
flicked her tongue across the prone woman's clit. Beth's eyes did meet hers and
she gave the girl a smile of approval. "Opposites really do attract," Annette
thought, as she often had when her memory wondered back to that time. Her
mentor was shorter than her, and darker, a Greek or Roman in contrast with
Annette's classically Nordic young girl appearance. Beth's 38c breasts looked
even bigger on her 5-5 body, while her firm round ass was every bit the match
of the younger girl's. As their eye contact broke and Annette began to insert
her tongue in Beth's vagina, she first felt and then tasted the salty squirt.
She was shocked! She stopped, looked up at Beth, and with a stutter asked her,
"Did you....was that?" Beth only smiled, then shot another squirt of piss at
her young lover's face. Annette's stomach dropped as she tasted the salty fluid
again. Her heart began pounding; she didn't know what to do. Then, in an
unspoken connection, her eyes met Beth's again and instinct took over. Still
looking into her lover's gaze, Annette gripped Beth's thighs with her hands and
opened her mouth wide. The unambiguous signal was answered with a steady of
flow of urine in her mouth. She closed her mouth to swallow some, gagged a
little, but wanted more. Afraid of gagging again, she simply took the rest of
the flow in her face, sticking her tongue out to taste, until she felt the flow
stop. Still speechless, she looked up again at Beth, who was now changing
position to face her. Without being told, without thinking about it, animal
instinct took over and Annette began sucking at the puddle of piss in the wet
sheets. She now lay on her back in the wetness as Beth straddled her face and
let some more go, which Annette swallowed eagerly.

Annette was beside herself as Beth led her into the bath. The warm bubble bath
and the older woman's caress removed the shock Annette had felt and now she
just felt satisfied, as satisfied as she had ever felt sexually.

"How did you know I'd like it?" she asked the older woman.

"I didn't," Beth replied, "but I had a hunch."

For the next few weeks, drinking Beth's piss became an obsession. Beth began
using Annette's beeper every time she had to take a leak. As they lived
together and were at the same campus, she drank virtually all of Beth's pee for
many days and craved more. She'd go to her professor's office, lock the door,
get naked on the floor, while Beth crouched over her face and used her mouth as
a urinal. They'd do it in strange places, like public restrooms, outdoors in
the park, even a broom closet at the University. Sometimes Beth would piss in a
glass first.

Annette was no dummy, actually a very good student, "but still a bit naïve,"
she thought. Sitting in the car, feeling the moisture between her legs, Annette
looked ahead and noticed the lesbian couple was now passionately making out.
But her thoughts quickly drifted back to her own past. She had no idea where
Beth would take their now perverse relationship, though the signals seemed
quite clear to her in retrospect. Inevitably, Annette's interest in pee had
waned. She still loved it, but the novelty of the act had worn off. Beth agreed
that the beeper was going overboard now and only used it for regular purposes.
When in bed a few weeks later and Beth asked her to lick her ass, Annette made
no connection with their piss fun. They had watched porno tapes together and
seen women performing analingus, but Beth had never taken particular notice of
it. Annette frequently licked her lover's cheeks while performing cunnilingus
and even had flicked her tongue across Beth's asshole a few times. So when Beth
rolled over on her belly, Annette was excited about experiencing something not
entirely new. She quickly discovered, though, that actually licking and
focusing on the asshole was a lot different from, "flicking a tongue" while
passing by. Beth's butthole had an identity of its own, just like her pussy. It
was a "place" and it reacted to the touch of tongue and finger, sometimes
nervously flexing closed, other times flexing open. Most of all, just like her
lover's pussy, she noticed this hole had a unique smell and taste of its own,
"not at all bad," she thought at the time, considering what passed through it.
In fact, after a few nights, Annette began to enjoy it and crave it like she
craved Beth's pussy.... like she craved Beth's urine.

Her naiveté wore off about a week later. With her tongue in Beth's buttcrack in
bed, the older woman farted, just as she had let loose some pee as a surprise
what was now a couple months before. To her surprise today, Annette didn't
question where this was going or if she wanted to go there. She just felt so
attached to her lover, so trusting in her, and so unconsciously desiring the
same level of satisfaction she felt previously, the night she first drank piss
and the lovers bathed together afterward. So, not a word was spoken by Annette
in protest, nor a thought given to resistance. She would submit to Beth's will,
wherever that took her, and right now it was consuming the fumes from her
asshole.

"Is that good? Is it a good smell?" Beth asked.

Now, the reality of the dirtiness of her deed fell back upon her, her stomach
dropped and heart pounded as she breathlessly answered, "It is good, it smells
very good."

Beth farted again and Annette resumed licking her anus, noticing it was warmer
and more moist this time. She penetrated Beth's butthole with her tongue as
another fart ripped out, quite to her surprise. Instinctively, Annette pulled
her tongue out and inserted her middle finger as far in as she could. When she
pulled out, she sniffed it, rubbed it against her nostrils, and then began
sucking on it, moaning as she did, and coming like a wild animal as Beth began
to caress the young girl's pussy and clit.

Annette suddenly felt her head falling forward, awakening her from the dream
state she was falling into. It was now almost 10 p.m., she noticed, just as she
noticed the wetness between her legs. The only doubt remaining now was whether
there would be enough time to make a connection at the club tonight. Her desire
and her memories told her she must go ahead with her "second coming out," this
time not to her family as gay, but to her gay world as a toiletgirl....

More to come....

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