Message-ID: <40049asstr$1040721007@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20021224061940.59276.qmail@web20806.mail.yahoo.com> From: Ginny Walker <wcollege2001@yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 22:19:40 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} STORY - Moral Dilemma Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2002 04:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/40049> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "moraldilemma.txt" begin> WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING ANY OF MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE MATERIAL. This story contains the graphical account of consensual sex between two women, one married, and the moral struggle facing them. This story is a slightly embellished account of a true experience. I am grateful to those who have shared their experiences with me to serve as the basis for these stories and I am always looking for more true experiences from others to write about. The subject matter I find most interesting deals with first time experiences, innocence lost, lactation, reluctance, and trib. In these stories I seek to share what I believe can be beautiful, erotic or just enlightening experiences of real women. Feel free to provide feedback (pro or con, but please spare me any flames) at wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 -------------------------------------------------------------------- "MORAL DILEMMA" by Ginny Walker, 2002 wcollege2001@yahoo.com F/F 1st Let me share with you an ongoing situation which began last year in my life. It continues to be a source of turmoil for me. I'll give a brief background on what led to my situation: I was raised in a deeply religious home and still consider myself religious. I had one prior "lesbian" experience in college three years ago. If the term "lesbian" even applies - it was basically just curiosity and experimentation and involved some petting with a college friend. Because of my beliefs, I harbored feelings of guilt over what had happened with my friend. In my head and heart, I've always believed homosexuality to be wrong (it seemed to go against my common sense and my sense of natural order). I really felt no special attraction for women (I never even "checked them out") and the incident had not been repeated. Last year, I joined a women's group at church. There were about 20 of us that met each Tuesday night. I got to know most of the ladies and became close friends with two of them in particular. One of them was Michelle - we really hit it off from the start. She was married and had two daughters (3 and 4 years old) and was 6 years older than me, yet we had a lot of similar likes - running, reading, and most notably, cappuccino - we'd drive 20 minutes for a good cappuccino! We ran together three or four evenings a week and she and Rich would even invite me over for dinner at least a few times a month. In a way, they became sort of my family. I really enjoyed those times. My work schedule included Saturdays but I had Mondays off. Michelle's kids were in pre-school for the mornings so she and I would often go out to brunch or take a trip to the mall or the bookstore. I remember having more than one conversation in Barnes & Noble where she revealed a little more about her antics with her husband than I needed to know. It was a Monday in April when things got complicated. Michelle suggested we have cappuccino at her house instead of going to Barnes & Noble. It was quite good, in spite of the fact that Michelle had only used the machine two times since receiving it as a Christmas present a year and a half ago. I noticed Michelle seemed preoccupied. I knew her well enough to know something was bothering her. After several sips from my mug, and seeing her anxiousness, I finally asked, "Michelle, what's wrong". She just looked down, not making eye contact, and silently sipped her cappuccino. Pressing the issue a little, I again asked her. This time she looked me in the eyes. She had this weighty look on her face and I thought such a serious expression can't be good. In a split second I thought to myself, she must have received horrific news from a doctor, maybe it was one of the girls, then I thought maybe her husband was leaving her. Finally, she began to say something, then suddenly got up and just said, "I'm sorry, I don't feel very good". I told her no problem, we'd have coffee next week. "I better get going - see you tomorrow night at women's group - if you feel OK", I said as I led myself to the door. Michelle didn't make church group the next night, and we didn't run together at all that week. I called her several times but got her answering machine each time. In my last message, I told her I was a little worried about her. Finally on Friday, she called me back at work. "I'm doing better Deb", she said. I asked if she was up for running after I got back from work. She said she couldn't tonight, but how about cappuccino on Monday. I told her "Great"! I saw Michelle return from dropping the girls off at day care at about 9:30 AM. So I got ready and headed over a few minutes later. Michelle made us two cappuccinos while I told her about what she had missed at our women's group. Michelle seemed to get a little fidgety. She started to look like she had the previous Monday. I walked over to her and asked, "Hey, are you OK?" Like the previous week, she just looked down. "Did I do something", I added. Finally Michelle looked up at me. Her eyes pierced mine. I had hit a nerve and she was finally going to confide in me. But no words came. Instead, in an act that would drastically alter both our lives, she leaned forward and kissed me. It was like a flame touching my lips. My mouth burned and I was frozen motionless. I can't recall feeling any emotions at that instant. What I felt was entirely localized to my lips. As suddenly as it had begun, it was over, and Michelle's lips separated from mine. She looked at me as if searching for a reaction, seeing none, she brought her mouth back to mine. My mouth wasn't taken by surprise this time, and my lips opened slightly on their own accord. This second contact was just as sizzling as the first and then intensified as I felt Michelle's tongue on my lips. It slipped into my mouth, scraping past my teeth, brushing my own tongue as she licked the roof of my mouth. Involuntarily, I groaned into her mouth, giving her the reaction she was waiting for. Michelle responded with passion filling my mouth completely with the entirety of her tongue and then exploring every hidden recess within. My body responded to her as I felt a warmth flow up from deep within me. I gave myself over to this passion and I began to kiss Michelle back, my tongue dancing with hers as the two moved together back and forth between our mouths. I was filled with lust and found myself being led by it. As if imitating the memory of what had been done to me in college, I slipped my hand into Michelle's pants, sliding under the waistband and into her panties. I was somewhere I had never been before as I felt the soft warm flesh of another woman's vulva. The sensation was electrifying and feeling her wetness, I was awed by the reality that it was I who had done this to her. This feeling was familiar, yet at the same time, completely new to me - like nothing I had ever felt before. My actions had started out sort of mechanical, but once I touched her down there I became more deliberate and was now acting out of desire. Though I could see nothing with my eyes, like a blind person my hand explored her femininity and painted a vivid picture in my mind of every detail of her womanhood. I could virtually see her soft puffy vulva, imagining it to be pinker than my own. I was overwhelmed with a desire to be completely intimate with Michelle. Following my instincts, I sank my fingers into her vagina. Two of my fingers penetrated her effortlessly, without a hint of resistance, as if she were drawing my hand into her vagina. It was so warm as my fingers were engulfed by her smooth wetness - the memory of that feeling still vivid after months. Our mouths still locked together, Michelle let out a guttural "mmmm...", giving me confirmation that I was doing exactly what I was supposed to. Unable to concentrate on our tongues any longer, Michelle broke our kiss and leaning back, grabbed her shirt and lifted it quickly over her head. A moment later her hands were on her bra as she lifted the modest cups over her taut breasts. Her nipples were erect, protruding prominently from her dark areolas which were slightly distended. As I found myself leaning to her, I had no thought of "should I?", my only thought was "which one?" My lips parted as I received her left nipple into my eager mouth. Even more tantalizing than her tongue, I teased her teat, amazed that I could feel each individual bump that covered her areola. I suckled her as a baby would, eventually bringing more of her breast into my mouth. It was so firm, yet her flesh was so soft and smooth like silk in my mouth. Her taste was mildly sweet as I noisily slurped at her nipple - all the while my fingers still explored her darkest secrets. Michelle began to buck against me and came in a violent orgasm. I could feel her vagina squeeze my fingers as it convulsed from the explosion that was raking through her. Then followed a hot wetness as her juices seeped into my hand and began to run down my wrist. I had made her cum! I had never before viewed a woman as sexy - I suspect it is a training we subconsciously receive as young girls. I remember thinking how odd this was - I mean, men certainly see female beauty for what it really is - why don't women? The act of Michelle cuming on my hand, feeling and smelling her wetness, and looking at my hand as it disappeared behind her pants and into her vagina all came together and tore away a veil that had covered my eyes. A veil that prevents a woman from seeing another woman as sexy - from seeing another woman as an object of intimate love. The female body IS sexy - why don't we women see that, I thought to myself. I now saw Michelle for the beautiful, sexy, desirable creature that she was - she became the sensual creature in the world to me. I wanted her breasts as her husband would - I desired to take her wholly with my mouth. It no longer mattered that this was another woman, it only mattered that we pleasured each other so thoroughly. Why had the idea of tasting a woman's vagina seemed so repugnant before now - it must be an unconsciously learned thing. It is familiar - it is a part of our own bodies - it should be completely natural and comforting and pleasant. I was unlearning my reluctance. I now sought her moistness, wanting to taste her. I slipped my hand out of her and unbuttoned the fly to her pants, grabbing her panties with her pants as I peeled them down past her hips to her knees. I was intoxicated by lust for this woman as I brought my mouth down to her mound. My lips opened wide as I engulfed her entire vulva, then allowed my tongue to slide up the full length of her slit - to which Michelle responded with an enthusiastic "Oh god!" She tasted angelic and I savoured every drop of her. I had licked her vulva clean of her cum and I grazed her clit before slipping my tongue in between her labia. Her trimmed pubic hair tickled my nose as I pressed my tongue deep between her labia, pausing briefly before entering her vagina with my pointed tongue. Michelle was making plenty of noise as I continued to eat her and the reality of what we were doing hit me and actually caused me to orgasm. I stopped licking Michelle and just pressed my face hard between her legs as I began to cum. Michelle drew me up to her and we again kissed, our legs intertwined, my thigh soaked from contact with her wet pussy, hers the same. She kissed all of her cream from around my lips and cheeks. I was almost crying out of joy and then out of grief as I realized Michelle could not be mine. She had a family and life of her own (a "normal "one at that). I became overwhelmed with guilt - not only had I committed adultery with a married woman, but my own deeply held convictions screamed to me that homosexuality was wrong. But there was no denying the feelings my body had for this woman. I craved her - to be intimate with her - to be satisfied by her - to pleasure her in return. The veil had been torn and there was no undoing what had been done. My life would be in turmoil as a result. Even today, my head and heart reject what I am doing - not because I have been brain washed but because I really believe my convictions. I feel the added guilt of knowing I am committing adultery with her and am meddling in a family where I really don't belong (although, she is a very willing participant and wants to keep what we have together). But my body needs this woman and I find myself unable to deny my desires and my lust for her - unable to give her up, unable to deny myself what I want more than anything in life. -THE END- by Ginny Walker, 2002 wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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