Now Rachael didn’t have a phone in her room, and I’d often told her she could call me anytime and reverse the charges. Now she began phoning me regularly, to find out mother had told me about her more personal relationships. I was happy to share the information with her, like me, she was surprised to find out who amongst her friends were lesbian.
When I mentioned Mrs. Simmons, who of course she also knew from our school days she sounded quite interested. Now she told me in hindsight she wasn’t too surprised, how she found the lady to be usually very cheerful. Like I said mostly all the students liked her, she was always so cheerful and positive in her activities.
I told her how mum kept telling me how she, (Mrs. Simmons) would ask how I was doing etc. Rachael said mum told her the same thing, the lady would often enquire into how she was doing, and to say “hello.”
Rosemary phoned a couple of times during the week, but as she was on shift work that was all we could do. Still, it pleased me she wanted to continue our relationship, but had to wait till the Saturday afternoon till we could be together again.
When she arrived she was as effervescent as ever, came in the door with a big kiss and hello. After I let her in I went and sat back down in my easy chair, with my feet up on a footstool. After hanging up her coat, she came over to me smiling, straddled my legs and gave me a big box of chocolates.
I admit I had missed her, and I took the box from her thanking her for thinking of me. She took my face in her hands, and leaning over me kissed me on my lips. She whispered, “I’ve missed you, last weekend was so special for me. I thought of you every day, how you let me love you, and to love me in return.”
What could I say to that, so I told her the truth? “I missed you too.” At that I hugged her and kissed her back, memories of our previous pleasures came back to mind.
At that her, or I should say our, kisses became more urgent. Now she was in my arms again, sitting on my outstretched legs. The adrenaline started inside me, I pulled her blouse out of her skirt to slip my hands under it. I loved the feel of her bare skin, I rubbed my hands over her back and sides.
She still had my head in her hands, kissing me hungrily as I caressed her back and sides. I tried slipping my fingers under the waistband of her skirt, but it was too tight. Somehow I found the button and zipper at the side and undid it. Now I could slip my hands lower down, under her knickers to feel the contour of her bum. Such a delightful feeling as my hands roamed over it, down along her garter straps to her stocking tops.
Sitting up for a moment Rosemary quickly undid her blouse, then threw it off followed by her bra. Now those beautiful globes of flesh were exposed, still holding my head she brought one to my mouth. I flicked my tongue over her nipple, and then gripped it between my teeth. She gave a gasp of pleasure, and I sucked as much of her tit as I could. She wiggled it into me, pulling away then pressing her tit hard against me. Next she gave me her other tit, and I repeated the procedure.
She placed her knees on my armchair on either side of my legs, to better lean over me to please me with her tits. Now her torso was clear, so I could slip my hand between our bodies. I felt her cunt through the crotch of her knickers, she was so wet. I pushed her knickers off her arse, so I could feel her bare pussy. As smooth and hair free as before, she was so wet my two middle fingers slid into her with ease.
I felt her wiggle her arse to hump my fingers, I slid in my forefinger and pressed her lips apart to tease her clit. This brought on the desire result, with a cry she held onto me as I felt her body shudder. I was about ready to cum myself, but felt pleased she wanted me to please her like that.
A few minutes later she looked at me smiling, I was so high and ready to cum. “Knickers off,” I whispered.
She needed no second urging, got off me and reached under my dress. I lifted my arse as she pulled them down, and removed them altogether. Now in one movement as I opened my legs, she dropped to her knees between them. I held my legs, pulling my knees apart and up to my chest. My honey pot was there for her to devour. Her hands slid under me to my waist, to hold me as her tongue buried itself in my pussy.
I closed my eyes to concentrate on the pleasure surging through my body, she licked and sucked my clit so hard. A few moments later, I bucked and cried out from the force of the climax. She didn’t stop then, she kept sucking and licking. It was like I felt her intensity, I straightened my legs up over my head. I looked up at my feet as my second orgasm rose from deep inside me. It was like a crescendo washing over me, I clamped her head between my thighs and held her there.
She waited patiently till it subsided enough, then I struggled to sit up. I had sunk down in my chair so I was almost on my back.
Standing up she picked up her clothes, placing them on a chair. She liked to be without clothes, which was fine with me. I still marvelled at the beauty of her body, her firm tits that I thought were perfect. Her narrow waist and flat tummy accentuated her hips and bum. Still in her garter and stockings, her high heels giving that seductive wiggle to her arse as she walked.
It was still the middle of the afternoon, and I had no plans to go out till the evening. Rosemary went and made us a pot of tea, and we spent some time just talking. I asked her if she had been with many women, she was obviously uncomfortable with my question. She looked away and muttered, “No,” then suddenly said, “Does it matter?”
“No, not at all,” I assured her, after all I was just making small talk. Still I had noticed her underwear was just plain white cotton, and wondered about the pretty ensemble she had worn the last weekend. I wanted to say something about it but decided to hold my tongue.
That evening we went to the club, a lot of friends who saw us together stopped to say hello. Rosemary seemed to be a bit self conscious about that, but I just put that down to her being shy. I liked that in her and did what I could to include her in conversations I had with others.
As the evening wore on, and after a few drinks she settled down. Dancing with her I felt a surge of emotion, the way she cuddled into me made me feel powerful. I was bolder than the week before, now in the crowded dance floor I felt free to explore her body. She liked it as she returned my caresses in kind. Dancing cheek to cheek I took her hand, and pressed it between our bodies and thrust her hand into my crotch. Now she rubbed my pussy through my skirt and knickers, I loved it as she seemed not to be shy about pleasing me.
Even though she had given me much pleasure in the afternoon, I was now ready for more. Once the dance set finished I whispered to her, bathroom, and took her hand and led her to the ladies room. Others had the need to have a pee between dances, so I mouthed to her, “Wait,” and went into a stall and relieved myself.
I took my time and listened carefully, then when I heard it go quiet, cleaned myself and pulled up my knickers. The pee had been a relief I enjoyed, and leaving the stall was relieved to see no one else was in the room. Rosemary was waiting by the wash basin, and I went up to her and gave her a big long crushing kiss.
I pulled up on her skirt, and gave her cunt a hard rub through her knickers. It was too risky to do anymore, anyone could come in at any time. For some reason I was as randy as hell, and found it hard to control myself. Breaking off I whispered to her, “Knickers off.”
At this she immediately lifted up her skirt and removed them, I took them from her and sniffed the crotch. I loved the smell of her juice on them, subconsciously this pleased me. Now holding them in front of her face said, “These are garbage,” and threw them in the disposal can. Now talking her hand we left and instead of going back to our table, headed for the cloakroom.
On the tube going home, she held onto me tight. She was as quiet as a dormouse, yet the way she gripped my hand I knew she was excited too.
At my flat we removed our coats and she was surprisingly quiet. Quickly I undid her blouse, and threw it off followed by her bra. I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then pushed her rather roughly onto my sofa and climbed on top of her. Now she was mine completely, I gripped her hair with one hand, and clamped my mouth to hers. She was already wincing through my kisses, my free hand found her pussy and how I loved the feel of it.
Why I treated her so rough I don’t know, it just seemed the right thing to do. Not only did she not complain, she responded to me in a more aggressive manner herself. Quickly I shed my own skirt and knickers, and pressed my cunt to hers. She lifted her legs up over my hips, as I pounded her pussy with mine. With a cry my orgasm burst over me, and I collapsed on top of her.
She just lay there with me on top, until finally felt relaxed enough to get off her. I sat beside her catching my breath, and she turned to me and placed her hand on my cheek.
“Thank you,” she said.
I didn’t say or do anything, she leaned into me and kissed me tenderly on my mouth.
At last we got up and headed into my bedroom, there she took it on herself to unbutton my blouse and remove it, followed by my bra. I sat on the bed and she knelt at my feet and removed my stockings. Then undid her own, and removed them along with her garter belt.
I crawled backwards further up the bed, then pointed to her cunt and patted my chin. Smiling she straddled my face, and placed her head between my legs. Now with my nails running over her upper thighs and buttocks, I pressed her cunt into my face. How I loved the taste of it, she was open like the petals of a flower. My own juices were flowing freely too, so we enjoyed licking and sucking one another.
The next day I realised not only did I enjoy being rough with her, but she loved it too. We stayed naked in the morning, and I mentioned the roughness to her.
Smiling she acknowledged she loved it too. “You know last week when I asked you to slap my breasts, that was a most erotic feeling for me.”
I didn’t know how to reply to that, I realised I was dealing with a masochist. “You liked that?” I said stupidly. I had enjoyed it too, I found it a turn on as well.
“You can’t hurt me,” she went on, “I just want to be your friend and lover. You can do what you want with me, just let me please you any way I can.”
How can you answer that, I was confused as I’d never met anyone like that before. That afternoon I insisted on going with her to where she lived, in a poorer part of the city. Her room was cheap, and in a rather derelict building. She showed me her wardrobe, she didn’t have much. The dress and underwear she had worn that first weekend was her prized possession, and she had worn it to please me.
I realised as a factory worker she didn’t earn that much and it took all she could manage just to survive. My heart went out to her, and I invited her to supper at a local fish and chip shop. With her shift work, I wouldn’t be seeing her till the following weekend. It gave me food for thought about our possible long term relationship.
I wrote Rachael and told her about it. She replied thinking it was funny. She did criticize me for being too much of a softie, but then went on to say I was always like that. She was still quizzing me about mother’s lesbian friends, adding what she had suspected knowing some of them over the years. It was an interesting dialogue, as it opened up doors into the taboo world we both enjoyed.
Hardly a week went by without some comment about Ms. Simmons, as she was the one lady we both felt we knew quite well. Of course being a school teacher who was popular, it was hard to accept in a way what mother told us. Of course in each of mother’s letters too, she usually had some comment to make about Sandra, as she started referring to her.
Rachel’s company was shutting down for the duration between Christmas and New Year’s, so I elected to take some time off work so we could be together for the duration of the holiday. It had been sometime since Rachael and I had a few days together, not since she had started University. It had been what, about three years?
Christmas and hence New Year’s day fell on a Sunday that year, and of course Christmas Eve was a public holiday. After my work on the Friday I took the train home, so arrived later that night. Rachael arrived the next afternoon, so we would be together for Christmas.
Mother’s friend and lover Sue was there too, after supper so we spent the evening enjoying a few drinks. I was certain Sue was aware I was also gay, but nothing was ever said about it. We retired early as the next day was going to be busy, mother had invited other family members for Christmas dinner.
At last I was alone with Rachael, it had been so long since we’d spent the night together. Our room was bathed in moonlight coming through the window, it gave a nice intimate glow to our room. We both stripped naked as we usually did, and crawled into bed and clutched each other anxious to make love. I loved the feel of her body, our legs intertwined and pressing our tits together.
Our hands caressed each other and began kissing, my thigh against her pussy and hers pressing into mine. Suddenly she stopped and said, “Ssh listen.”
I listened and heard the faint sounds she was referring to, there was only one other couple in the house. Quietly we got out of bed, and pressed our ears against the wall separating our rooms. We could hear them, but couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. There was muted laughter, and a lot of whispering. After a few minutes we heard the sounds of them making love, sounds that slowly got louder as their passion mounted.
It turned me on to listen to them, knowing how passionate mum could be. In a way I was surprised they were active so early after we’d gone to bed, as usually they would stay up later than us. Rachael pulled me back into bed with her, obviously hearing our mother had affected her too. She got me on my back and climbed on top, pressing her pussy against mine.
Rachael had always been the more aggressive lover, and I’d reap the benefit of her lust. Of course I learned to give…