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Hi everyone!
This is a DRAFT of one of my current stories. It may be a
little rough - SORRY. Normally I would hold-off posting it
until I had time to refine it several times, but seeing as
I've been slow getting any new stories posted and I have less
time for writing these days than I would like, I wanted to at
least put something out there. I haven't posted it to my
website yet. I hope to do so within a few weeks.
Please email or reply (I prefer email) and let me know what
you think about this story.
I hope you get wet reading it! Please email me if you do -
sometimes being so familiar with a story I write, I find it
more arousing to read the replies of other readers describing
how they felt, what they did while or after reading it, or
similar experiences they've had.
And if you cum, I'll feel I've done my job.
Luv,
Ginny
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 a married woman and a college aged girl. This story
is a slightly embellished account of a true experience that
began at a Disney Theme Park during "Gay Days" and resulted
in a life-changing awakening for this woman.
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
(so email me your experiences). The subject matter I find
most interesting deals with first time experiences, innocence
lost, lactation, reluctance, and tribadism.
In these stories I seek to share what I believe are beautiful,
erotic and enlightening experiences of real women.
I welcome your feedback and encouragement (pro or con, but
please be polite) at wcollege2001@yahoo.com
Future stories will appear on my web site
www.geocities.com/wcollege2001
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"Disney"
by Ginny Walker, 2003
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
F/F 1st
PART 1
I met Richard in high school a year after my best friend
Julie moved out of state. This was the biggest loss I had
ever experienced. I went into a depression that dominated my
life for 6 months. Though I eventually got over the
depression, I never got over Julie - I missed her so much. I
wound up marrying Richard when I was 18. My parents weren't
completely thrilled, but they got over it when our first
daughter Abigail arrived two years later. Two years after
that I was 22 when I gave birth to our second daughter Ashley.
Life had moved so quickly for me and it seemed my path had
been determined for me at every step along the way. I never
really had to decide much for myself. People were always
there telling what to do; and being a good pastor's daughter,
I pretty much went along with what was expected of me.
Looking back now I see the chain of growing mistakes that
stemmed from a few prior bad decisions and a lack of being to
true to myself. It would take me over ten years to
understand what I had
previously been going through as a teen - ten years to
understand the feelings that were welling up inside from the
time of my youth - ten years to finally know who I was and
where I was going.
Several weeks ago I celebrated my 29th birthday - I couldn't
believe that a decade had slipped away. Maybe it was the
approaching of my 30's and "mid-life", or maybe it was a
decade of trying to be someone I was not meant to be, but I
felt a heavy burden that was beginning to crush me. Richard
and I had an outwardly great marriage, I cared for him deeply.
He was a good provider and loved me dearly. But something
was still missing between us. Our sex life was consistent
over the past 11 years and probably as good as most couples,
but it occurred to me that it never really had the impact on
me that it ought. At times I felt like an adult film actress
must feel - they go through the motions, experiencing sex and
even climaxing, but it is just a business to them, just a
task. They receive pleasure without emotion; it is merely a
physical reaction, rather than an all-fulfilling experience.
Why did I feel this way - what was wrong with me? My life
was marked by doubts, confusion and bouts of depression but
this situation was somehow more urgent. Richard traveled a
lot on business and things always seemed worse when he was
away. This time he was in California for the week
On Friday, while out for the day running errands, I was
driving to a bookstore in Lake Buena Vista shopping center
when an unusual group of people caught my attention. There
were four teenage girls, two of them were holding hands as
they walked. It wasn't just that they were holding hands -
it was the way they held them - not just hand in hand, their
fingers were interwoven, which seemed to express an intimacy,
as if the rest of their bodies and their souls was similarly
interwoven. One of the two had a t-shirt with glitter
writing on it that read "Naturally, Sapphic" in two lines.
It surprised me how blatant this girl was, then it occurred
to me that they were here for "Gay Days" at Disney. I was
struck that there were these young kids who were actively
establishing their identity, taking chances, making decisions,
ignoring all the rules and the norm; and here I was 29 years
old, yet barely had an identity at all, much less a sexual
identity.
I became curious - why were they so different from me? We
lived 15 miles from Disney World and had annual passes since
the girls were 3 and 1 years old. I called my mom and asked
if she could keep the girls until after dinner, telling her I
just needed a break. She was fine with it. So I found
myself driving over to the Magic Kingdom. I'm not sure why I
went at all or what I expected to find, but I found myself
going nonetheless, following a leading that I could not see
or understand.
I found myself wondering around aimlessly just taking in all
that was going on around me. My perspective of who I was
seemed to dim as I was immersed in this place of fantasy.
Some of the people seemed very bizarre to me - a few, I
thought to myself, were total freaks. I was uncomfortable at
their behavior and the looks some of them gave me, like I
didn't belong there. After walking around the park for an
hour I finally decided to ride one of the rides. I found
myself on line in front of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.
Ninety percent of the Disney experience is waiting on lines.
After about 15 minutes I was looking around and noticed a
girl standing behind me. I didn't make eye contact (I'm not
very social really). She looked to be about college age and
had long blonde hair that was held up in flip by a large hair
clip. She had a striking figure and that typical "never-had-
kids" flat tummy. She was quite beautiful and knew how to
dress to showoff her assets. Now I've kept myself in great
shape but it is difficult to feel proud when you are a 29 year old
mother of two standing next to a 20 year-old hard-body. I
found myself envious of the girl whom I didn't even know -
maybe it was because of her beauty, or maybe it was because
she just wasn't me. It wasn't just her beauty I envied, it
was her life also - yet I didn't know the first thing about
that life. Weird.
During the endless stop and go shuffle I leaned back against
the railing at one point and realized I had mashed my back
into someone's hand. I immediately turned and apologized.
It was the girl who had been behind me. She said "no
problem" and we both laughed one of those half-second,
insincere, awkward laughs. She began talking to me. It
started with small talk about how much we hated waiting on
these lines, moved on to how ridiculously hot Orlando is in
June, and over the course of the next 45 minutes covered
every trivial topic we could think of. It did pass the time
though.
While cruising along on the "sub" we quickly got bored by all
the fish tethered by wires and the plastic coral and began
talking again. This time we managed to cover some more
significant topics such as the fact that I had two young
girls at home yet was here at Disney World alone. I learned
that Lacey (I didn't find out her name until an hour into our
conversation) was studying Physical Therapy at UCF on the
other side of Orlando.
She suggested that we do some of the rides together since we
were both there alone. I was enjoying her company and so I
agreed, and we headed off to Frontier Land. As the morning
drew on, I noticed I had become very comfortable with Lacey.
I had never made a friend so quickly before. I began to
experience a
contentment I had not know since high school just before my
best friend Rebecca moved away. Country Bear Jamboree was
next on the itinerary for us. This is one show only a child
can truly enjoy. It seemed to go on endlessly and at one
point Lacey had appeared to have dozed off and her head
leaned, resting on my upper arm.
I grew distracted by her (ok, so the show wasn't that
interesting anyway). I became conscious of the fragrance of
her perfume and her hair felt so silky against my arm. I
studied her, noticing how well defined her upper arms were -
not too bulky, like a weight lifter, but with well defined
curves (from doing physical therapy, no doubt). I was soon
mesmerized by this young woman and found myself inhaling more
deeply, attempting to take in more of her scent - mmmm, she
smelled good. I became self-conscious that I was enjoying
this closeness. But I did nothing to stop it. Instead I
continued to let my eyes absorb more of this beautiful
creature. Something in deep within me was feeding on this
intimacy. A funny part of the show occurred and I was
startled to hear Lacey laugh and I realized that she was
awake this whole time. I felt paralyzed and sat there
motionless as Lacey remained leaning against me. Eventually
the show ended and I felt somewhat let-down as we exited.
We were walking along and Lacey grabbed me by the hand and
hurried me off. "Come on, this is my favorite ride" she said
as she drew me into the entrance for Pirates of the Caribbean.
We reached the end of the line (a very long line I might add)
, and as we stopped Lacey continued to hold my hand.
Although it was 90+ degrees out, I remember how much hotter
my hand felt. I felt a bit awkward, but was too embarrassed
to ask her to let go. Awkwardness turned to embarrassment as
I noticed an older couple several places behind staring at us.
Eventually Lacey let go of my hand and I was a little
relieved. As the line would shuffle forward a few feet and
stop, Lacey & I "inadvertently" bumped into each other. The
bumps became more like rubbing up against me, lingering a
smidge longer each time. "Was she just becoming comfortable
around me now?", I pondered to myself. I found myself
looking at her more, noticing things I had not previously
noticed. Like that she had three earrings in her ear; the
longest eye
lashes I've ever seen; a freckle on her left cheek. I
noticed how long and tan her legs were as they extended out
of her cutoff shorts. I also noticed just how short those
cutoffs really were. As my gazed moved upwards I couldn't
help but see the faint outline that her nipples impressed
upon the fabric of her halter top. Finally our eyes met - a
mutual, slight smile being the only response.
We reached the front of the line and Lacey immediately walked
to the last row in the boarding area. "This is the best seat
for the drops", was her rationale. We started out on the
ride and within a few moments Lacey was again resting her
head on my arm. I later sensed an increased warmth on my arm
and I looked down to see Lacey's mouth just above my arm.
With each exhale a hot flash would penetrate my skin. In the
dim light I could barely visualize what my tactile senses had
already identified - Lacey's lips were pressed against my arm.
Maybe it the motion of the boat, I thought. But the pulsing
pressure on my arm told me what the approaching light would
soon reveal - Lacey was gently kissing my arm. I was shocked,
yet captivated. I remained like a statue, gripped by fear.
A minute later Lacey sat up and looked at me. Her eyes
peered directly into mine, reading them like she might search
through a medical reference book. I was too confused to
convey any coherent thoughts at that moment, but she ha
d read in me the answer to her question - the answer that had
been within me since my youth (though I had never been aware
of it, myself).
Her eyes closed as she leaned to me and pressed mouth to mine.
Lacey was not tentative, she knew me better than I knew
myself at that point. With complete confidence, she kissed
me passionately, her tongue slipping into my mouth and
exploring its wet void. The momentary repulsion I had felt
was immediately replaced with desire. That first kiss ripped
through me like a bullet. And just as a bullet carves its
own path, this kiss seemed to carve through everything that
had defined who I was as a person. No part of my life was
left untouched. The basis for every decision I had made how
now been severed.
A decade of haze was suddenly clear to me:
Oh god, this is what I had wanted to do with Julie! But I
was too afraid to ask - afraid she would reject me, and that
I would lose her forever. Afraid that I would lose the
person I loved most... God, I had LOVED Julie! I didn't
know it then - I couldn't allow myself to love her. We could
never be together, it was wrong for two girls to love each
other that way, it was impossible for us to share sensual
love. I repressed those feelings and let the truest and
innermost part of me die. Without realizing it until this
day, my essence and my sincerity had died when I was 15 years-
old. My life had become a play and I had become merely an
actor working through a script that was given to me.
How could a kiss be so powerful - how could it bring to life
a human soul? The irony of how Sleeping Beauty and Snow
White had been resurrected by a kiss in Disney's fantasies
struck me - today in this "Magical" place my life had been
raised and reshaped in an instant also though a kiss.
No longer a passenger on this special ride, I found myself
kissing Lacey back. I was driven by something deep inside of
me - something I had never known - something I had repressed
very deeply. Lacey's mouth slid all over mine and her tongue
mixed our saliva together before spreading it in and around
my mouth. Her lips were softer than anything I could have
imagined. I could smell her skin, I could taste her sweet
saliva. Never before had a kiss been so sensual to me. Her
tongue was so purposeful. I opened my mouth wide hoping to
get more of her tongue within it, I licked her lips as both
her upper and lower lips filled my mouth. Her lipstick
tasted so feminine.
Lacey held my upper arms and pulled me tightly against her as
my hands held firmly to her tiny waist. It didn't matter
where I was or who was around. For the moment I had no
thoughts of my husband, my kids, or the moral foundation that
had shaped my life. I became lost in this lustful release
and was living a dream. We kissed passionately the entire
ride. I craved her more strongly than I though was possible.
Not in the past ten years had I wanted anything as much as
wanted this. Lacey's hands explored my hips and waist and
then moved up, tickling my ribs. As she continued to kiss me,
her hands moved ever so slightly front to back and I felt her
thumbs barely grazing the slight bulge in the sides of my
breasts. As each kiss passed, her hands would move slightly
more forward, each stroke of her hand now delicately
caressing the sides of my breasts.
I was suddenly surprised when I felt Lacey's hand firmly grab
my right breast. I involuntarily reacted by jerking back.
Lacey, broke our kiss long enough to say "sorry". I felt bad
that I had caused her doubt. I surprised myself by taking
Lacey's hand and bringing it back up to my breast. She began
to fondle me so tenderly. A moment later I felt her hand
once again release my breast and I wondered if I had done
something to cause it. I understood why when it returned,
this time under the loose cotton of my t-shirt. She found my
bra and after rubbing my breast through it several times,
Lacey slipped her hand up under my bra, cupping my bare
breast for the first time.
It seemed so naughty to have another woman feel me up -
especially in such a public place. My breast felt so good in
her hand! Never before had a woman touched me there - and it
occurred to me, never before had I been touched so tenderly.
The flesh of her hand was as soft as the milky flesh of my
supple breast. The palm of her gentle hand felt exquisite as
it rubbed gingerly against my nipple. She would slowly
caress my naked globe and periodically squeeze my nipple,
causing an electric shock to shot through my chest. My
nipple hardened from her touch. I so completely loved what
she was doing to me, letting her know by emitting soft moans
into her mouth. Suddenly, the light got brighter as the end
of the ride was upon us.
Lacey again took me by the hand and said "I know a ride we
absolutely have to go on next". She wouldn't tell me which
ride but naturally it had to be all the way across the park
from where we just were. After a ten minute walk I had to
duck into a ladies room to pee. I finished up and as I
stopped to wash my hands I was horrified to look in the
mirror and see my lipstick smeared all over my mouth. How
embarrassing - every one of the five hundred to a thousand
people I had passed since Pirates could see by my face what I
had been doing, and with whom. I cleaned up my face and left.
We finally got to the ride "that we had to go on" - it was
the Haunted Mansion. I was expected it would have been Space
Mountain - but the Haunted Mansion? Well I would soon
discover why this ride was the ride we had to go on - the
carts only hold two people so Lacey and I were by ourselves.
Besides the fact that the ride is dark inside, the carts have
huge backs that go way up over your head. I teased Lacey
about whether she even knew what the ride as all about. She
leaned over and gave me a short kiss before the ride even
started.
Lacey didn't waist much time once we were on our way. I was
just as enthusiastic and couldn't get enough of her kisses.
I could feel the moistness between my legs in anticipation of
what this ride would hold for me. This was such a new
adventure for me - I was more excited this day as I was when
I rode the Haunted Mansion ride as a kid for the first time.
This ride definitely offer way more privacy. Lacey quickly
slipped her hand under my blouse and into my bra. As she
fondled me, she worked her other hand under my shirt as well.
While she massaged my breasts she managed to scootch my shirt
up just over my breasts. She then released the clasp of my
bra exposing both of my bare breasts. Although I was very
naive about lesbianism, I knew what the logical next step was
and a part of me was eager for it. Lacey ducked down and
took my left breast into her mouth. I'll never forget that
erotic sight as her mouth engulfed my entire breast, the pale
skin disappearing completely into her open as her lips cam
e to rest against the flat part of my chest.
The feeling as she suckled my nipple was beyond anything I
could have imagined. My body began to tremble and tears
welled up in my eyes. She knew exactly how to pleasure me,
where the most sensitive parts of my breasts were, and her
mouth was so gentle (something I had never experienced before)
, yet purposeful. I caressed her hair and watched intently
as she licked my entire breast, now glistening from her
saliva under the subdued light. I gasped as she moved her
mouth to the sensitive under-slope of my breast. Then she
moved back up and opening her mouth wide, took my entire
breast back into her mouth where she she suckled. Then she
allowed most of my breast to pour out from her mouth and
stopped so that just my nipple and areola were still captive.
She had explored every inch of both breasts and the crease
under them, now she gave her undivided attention to my
nipples. Sealing her lips around my swollen pap she sucked
hard on it, to the point her cheeks were creased inward.
Then she began a repeati
ng rhythm. First she would press her tongue hard against the
tip of my nipple driving the little eraser shaped bud into
the the surrounding areola, then she would flick the tip of
my nipple back and forth with just the tip of her tongue in a
super rapid oscillation, then she would slow down and just
smear the flat part of her tongue all over my nipple and
areola, exploring its texture and causing incredible
stimulation to every little bump on my nipple, which were
completely engorged and hypersensitive. The power she had
over my body was amazing. She held the base of my breasts in
her hand while her mouth played my nipple like a pianist
works the keys. And as the strings convey the sound in a
piano, the beautiful music Lacey was making was conveyed by
my groans of pleasure. Watching another woman suckle my
breast and feeling the pleasure she was giving me was too
much and I started to orgasm right there on the ride. My
body quaked and unable to contain myself, I screamed out in a
loud voice, "Oh God I'm
Coming!". It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever
experienced and unlike the mechanized sex I had with my
husband, every part of me participated in this orgasm. My
emotions flowed like water from a dam that had burst, my soul
was touched, and tears ran down my face, onto my neck, down
my chest and onto Lacey's cheek. I thought about how long
have I wanted this - how long have I needed this. I never
would have believed I could orgasm from having my nipples
sucked. As the ride ended, I didn't have time to re-clasp my
bra, so I just pulled my t-shirt down. As we got out of the
seat my body was still trembling from the orgasm Lacey had
given me so that I could barely walk on that crazy conveyor
belt.
Once outside, Lacey complained that the ride was too short
and she directed us into a ladies room. She led me to a
stall where she closed the door behind us. I was still in a
daze from what had just happened in the Haunted Mansion and
didn't really know what to expect. As I stood standing
against the door of the stall and Lacey straddled the toilet,
she said to me "I want you so much". With that Lacey untied
the neck strap of her halter top and let it flop down (the
top had pads so she didn't need a bra). With this simple act
Lacey was offering herself to me. God she was beautiful.
Her breasts were so firm that the under-slopes were just as
visible as the tops. Her nipples were so different from mine
- mine were dark while hers were light pink - her areolas
were less pronounced, but much larger than than mine.
Though I had no experience in this, it felt completely
natural to take Lacey's breast in my mouth. I fed from her
like a baby would. I thought how beautiful such a union
between two women really is: Lacey was being aroused by my
suckling while I was simultaneously finding pleasure and
contentment in her breasts. My tongue pressed against the
firmness of her breast and her skin felt like silk
against my lips which glided all over the taut surface. Her
breasts felt so exquisite in my mouth, sweeter and more
delicious than any dessert I had ever tasted. I could feel
her areola begin to swell in my mouth. I loved the taste and
sensation of her nipple as my tongue played with it. I
enjoyed hearing the cooing sounds Lacey was making, knowing
that I was giving her such pleasure. I could smell a new
fragrance too. A stronger, distinctly feminine scent that I
knew was originating from Lacey's wet pussy. I found it
curious and inviting.
I must have suckled Lacey's breasts for nearly twenty minutes
before she pushed me back. Looking at me with pleading eyes,
she said, "Please Rachel... please make me cum". The reality
of the situation didn't hit me until I watched as Lacey
pulled the leg opening of her cutoffs and satin panties to
the side exposing her gorgeous and completely shaven
pussy. I was about to reach my hand to her when she began
firmly pressing down on both my shoulders. Letting her guide
me, I was now kneeling in front of her as she was sitting
spread on the edge of the toilet. Before I fully realized
what she wanted of me, her hand was on the back of my neck
and she was pulling my head between her splayed legs.
Spellbound by the beauty of her smooth vulva, I had no
desire to resist.
I parted my lips slightly and brought my mouth down on her
pussy. I kissed her vulva as I had kissed her mouth. First
letting my lips move gingerly over her labia. Then I would
draw my tongue teasingly across her flesh, causing Lacey to
squirm a little and press her crotch towards me. I knew she
wanted more deliberate contact. I parted my lip wide and
covered Lacey's entire vulva with my mouth. As I drew my
tongue now, I pressed somewhat causing it to spread her labia
slightly and penetrating partially between them. My tongue
glided effortless between her folds as she was well
lubricated. I withdrew my tongue which gave me my first
taste of another woman's ultimate femininity. The taste made
me crave more and I rammed my tongue back into the folds of
her vulva. Her labia filled my mouth and I was lost in the
feeling it was causing me - this was even more tantalizing
then french-kissing her mouth. Unable to maintain my
composure any longer, I began to lap at Lacey's pussy like a
parched dog at its
water bowl. I pressed my tongue deep into her slit and could
feel the entrance to her womanhood. I mashed my face down
hard onto Lacey and jut my tongue out as far as could and it
slipped effortlessly into her vagina. Lacey cried out. I
pistoned my tongue in and out of her wet sex taking time to
run my tongue up the length of her slit each time before
reentering her vagina.
Lacey began to buck wildly and I felt her come as a flow of
hot, thick liquid poured over my tongue. I drew all of it
out and savored the flavor of her pussy juice before drinking
her. My mouth tingled from her hot cum. Swallowing her
juice gave me such satisfaction. Lacey came hard for a
minute or so before coming down and the flow of her liquid
stopped. I slipped my tongue out of her vagina and licked up
and down the length of her slit alternating in between and
then along the outside of her puffy labia. Her whole pubic
mound glistened from the combination of her vaginal ejaculate
and my saliva. On one upstroke I encountered her clitoris, I
paused and played with the firm pearl. Capturing it between
my lips, I playfully tugged at it. While my lips held it
firmly captive, I used my tongue to flick her clit. Lacey
began to come again on my mouth. Unable to stand any more
stimulation, Lacey pushed me away. "Thank You", she said as
she looked at my face, now soaked from her wet pussy. She
pulled me
to her and we kissed deeply, Lacey getting a taste of her own
vagina from the remnants of her orgasm that still remained
in and around my mouth. Our breasts mashed against each
other as we pulled each other closer with urgency. Nothing
in my life had felt as fulfilling as what I had experienced
with Lacey.
As we left the ladies room I noticed it was almost time for
the park to close. I contemplated how to say goodbye to her,
when Lacey took my hand and asked "Rachel, will you stay with
me tonight?". I called my mom and told her I would be really
late and could she keep the girls until tomorrow morning.
Mom said she had to go to Tampa for a church function, but
said she would be happy to take the kids along, but she
wouldn't be back until the following afternoon. I told her
that was fine.
What Lacey and I had shared together made me feel secure and
complete. I had tasted the forbidden fruit and it was sweet.
I wanted more. Nothing would ever be the same. Emotionally,
there was a part of me that would always belong to her.
Though another had a claim to me, even physically we were
bonded in way that my husband could never experience. I
learned that there are some things that only two women can
share together. I had found where I belonged - it was at the
breast of another woman.
-THE END-
(Look for Part 2 cuming soon which will detail what happened
between the girls after they returned to Lacey's room.)
by Ginny Walker, 2003
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
Future stories will appear on my web site
www.geocities.com/wcollege2001
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