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WARNING:  THIS STORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF LEGAL SEXUAL
CONTACT BETWEEN WOMEN.

This story is based on a real-life 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 (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.

If you got wet, I welcome your feedback and encouragement at
wcollege2002@yahoo.com
(wcollege2001@yahoo.com still works but sometimes gets full)

This and future stories will soon appear on my web site
www.geocities.com/wcollege2002
(text only & fewer denials due to D/L limits) and also
www.geocities.com/wcollege2001

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Starting Over
by Ginny Walker,  2005
wcollege2002@yahoo.com
F/F, 1st, Love, Trib, Fisting


FOREWARD

This is probably my favorite story to have written (or at
least tied with Curious Date).  If I go by the number of
pairs of panties I went through while writing it, then this
story is easily #1.  In fact, I probably came more times
writing Chapter 2 alone, than while writing any other
complete story.  And if you come a tenth as many times
reading as I did writing, then I will be satisfied... and
you... well you may need to reupholster your chair.   ;-)


CHAPTER 1

Like riding a bike, there are some things that you never
forget - things that come so naturally that they seem
innate, a part of your inner most being.  In a sense, these
things define who we are, even though they may lie dormant
or remain unseen for a time.  But I'm getting ahead of
myself.  Let me rewind a bit first and start with how I came
to be in South Florida.  I transferred my sophmore year from
the University of Tennessee and then graduated from the
Univeristy of Florida back in 1991.  Though most of my
friends and family were still in Tennessee, I loved being in
Florida and so I put my BA degree to work for a major bank
in Miami within two weeks of comencement.  I enjoyed the
work and my enthusiasm and commitment earned me two
promotions within my first 9 months.  That's when I met
Daniel.  Everything was going great for me, I had a great
job and was loving life, and when Daniel asked me to marry
him six months later, I said yes without hesitation.

Dana, our only daughter, was born less than a year later.
She wasn't really planned at that time, but I always knew I
wanted to have kids someday, so why not then I thought.  But
reality and responsibility hit me like a freight train.  I
hated the idea of giving up my job and I tortured myself for
having to make the decsion to do so, but I was raised to put
family above self, and Dana needed me more than I needed my
job.

Though I never dreamed things would happen this way, my life
it seemed, was drastically transformed by just a couple of
my decsions.  I had spent the previous ten years directing
my own life, going after my goals, working hard, positioning
myself, and doing what _I_ wanted.  As a mother and wife,
the following ten years would prove to be quite the
opposite.  It seemed my priorities had been reassigned for
me.  There were others who depended on me and I soon found
there was not much time in my life for me.  Somehow I had
lost myself, and with it, my joy for life.  There was no
excitement, no passion, hardly anything to be motivated
about.  I had little left to give.  And this spilled over
into my relationship with Daniel as well.  I fell into a
depression that took me a year to work through.

As part of my therapy and recovery I set some goals for
myself.  I needed to make time for myself and go after the
things that brought me excitment and satisfaction.  Dana was
finally old enough so I decided to go back to work.  I had
to start back at the bottom and wound up working for a
mortgage company, helping to process loans.  But the hours
were flexible and I only had to spend half my time in an
office.  The rest of the time I was out and about meeting
with clients, title companies and insurance agents.

It was nearly a year later, on a cool (for Miami), November
day that my fate would be altered.  I had a Monday morning
closing for a resale.  The title company was located in
North Miami about twenty minutes from my office on Brickell.
Fortunately, traffic was unusually light and I arrived ten
minutes early.  The recptionist let me know that my client
was already there and then proceeded to show me to the
conference room.  I had her start reading over the pile of
paper while we waited for the title agent.

Suddenly I heard a voice call out, "Kim... is that really
you?"

I looked up and after my initial surprize, replied, "Oh my
god, Sheila, what in the world are you doing here?!"

As I stood up, Sheila ran over and gave me a huge hug.
Sheila had been my roomate at UF for my last two years of
college.  I hadn't seen her since the weekend after
graduation when I packed up all my stuff and hit I75 south.
Sheila was only a sophomore then.  I didn't even know if she
had wound up graduating from UF.  I regretted that we hadn't
kept in touch, felt a bit guilty even.  She looked so much
more sophisticated now (we were both young the last time I
saw her).  My memories of Sheila and I together came
flooding back to my mind.  You see, Sheila and I were more
than just roomates back in college.  As she hugged me, a
flashback raced through my mind in a split-second, and I
relived a part of my past.  It was the fateful night when we
first crossed a forbidden line:

 It wasn't something that either of us had planned,
 and certainly wasn't anything we had ever discussed.
 We were just typical college girlfriends in every
 respect.  There was no buildup and no warning.  We
 had been roomates for a semester and a half.  It was
 the week before Easter break and we were cramming
 for midterms.  I remember every detail of that night
 even to this day.  It was just before eleven o'clock
 and there was total silence in the room, interrupted
 only by the occassional crumpling sound of a turning
 page of a book.  I was lieing on my side on my bed
 scribbling notes.  Sheila was just four feet away on
 her bed reading her World History book.  The only
 light in the room was the halogen reading spots just
 above each bed.

 Then there was a moment that was so inexplicable, it
 seemed as if Sheila and I were unwitting
 participants in some plan of Mother Nature.  I'm not
 sure what caused me to do so - it was as if I had
 heard a voice, but there had been no sound - yet I
 found myself compelled to look up.  Sheila looked up
 at that same instant and our eyes met.  Somehow,
 this look was very different from the hundreds
 Sheila and I had exchanged over the past eight
 months.  I remember I couldn't even blink, as we
 peered into one another.  It felt like an awkward
 ten seconds or so as both of us remained frozen,
 just staring.

 Though my eyes never looked away from hers, I could
 see that Sheila had laid her book down on her bed.
 Then she got up effortlessly, as if something had
 lifted her to her feet, and she moved towards me,
 our eyes still entranced.  Though a mere four feet
 separated her bed from mine it seemed like she had
 been walking in slow motion for nearly a minute.  As
 she reached my bed, she kneeled one knee on my
 mattress and sat down, rolling slightly onto her hip
 so that I was now looking up at her.  Completely
 mesmerized, I watched her lean to me and my face
 suddenly flushed as a shot of adrenaline shot
 through me.  "Oh my god!", I thought to myself as I
 instinctively closed my eyes.  In an instant there
 was the feel of her lips against mine and I saw a
 flash of bright light, even though my eyes remianed
 closed.  Something was moved in me and I pursed my
 lips to kiss her back.  I'm not sure what I was
 thinking - it was more like I was just reacting.
 Such simple contact between us, but the emotions
 impelling that contact were tumultuous.  Chills ran
 through my body and goosebumps ran up my arms, over
 my shoulders and caused the hair at the base of my
 neck to stand on end.  Sheila's lips rolled over
 mine and then there was a subdued, wet, popping
 sound that marked the end of that first kiss.

 I didn't even have time to process what had happened
 or what I was feeling, and with only an instant of
 delay her lips covered mine once again.  It was like
 a scene from a romantic movie as Sheila's mouth
 engulfed mine and she began to kiss me with passion.
 My body went limp, and her weight was on me,
 covering me and pressing me to the bed.  My arms
 went around her waist and I pulled her tightly to me
 as her tongue entered my mouth for the first time.
 Her tongue felt so soft as it filled my mouth, and
 her desires filled my being.  Heat spread through me
 and I felt a burning between my legs that I had
 never felt before.  They parted slightly allowing
 Sheila to slip inbetween to the source of my
 longing.  As our bodies experienced total closeness,
 her tongue likewise, wrapped itself around mine.  My
 inner thighs embraced her hips as my legs now drew
 her lower torso against my tingling body.  The
 warmth of our contact caused me to moan in delirious
 pleasure.  We shared the most incredibly sensual
 kiss and it lingered for several minutes.

 Somehting moved between us - it was her hand, which
 gently held my left breast through my shirt.
 Everything she was doing to me felt so good.  She
 caressed my breast through my shirt and I felt
 myself respond with wetness between my legs.
 Instinctively, I reached my hands lower, finding her
 round bottom and I began to caress her firm cheeks
 through the thick denim of her jeans.  Sheila's
 second hand tugged at my shirt releasing it from
 beneath the waistband of my pants, and then slipped
 underneath to cup my bra covered breast.

 With a flick of her fingers she adeptly released the
 front clasp of my bra, the two, small, nylon cups
 springing free and to the sides.  Sheila's other
 hand joined the first as they softly played with my
 bare breasts.  My nipples hardened under her
 delightful touch as her fingers concentrated on the
 puffy tips and surrounding sensitive bumps.  I had
 never felt so aroused!  Desperate with lust, I
 began to buck up against Sheila, attempting to hump
 my pussy against her.  Sheila shifted so that her
 thighs straddled my right leg and when I humped, my
 pussy rubbed Sheila's thigh.

 She released my left breast and moved her right hand
 down, sliding it over my taut tummy, then under the
 waistband of my pants and slipping into my panties
 where she found my aching pussy.  Oh my god, I
 couldn't believe how good her hand felt touching me
 there!  She cupped my mound and rubbed up and down,
 smearing my oozing juice all over my vagina and
 revealing to us both just how wet she had made me.

 As she continued petting my pussy, I felt a finger
 press between my labia.  The reality that I was
 about to be violated by a girl filled my mind, but
 surprizingly, I had no urge to stop her, only a
 sense of perverse thrill and the desire to allow her
 access.  My enflamed nether lips opened for her and
 the tip of her finger just penetrated my slit.  My
 eyes grew wide and I thought to myself, "Oh god,
 YES!", as she entered my vagina.  Sheila's eyes
 searched mine as her finger sank into me, causing a
 bone shaking orgasm to rip through me and my vagina
 began to cum in torrents all over her fingers.  My
 vision went black momentarily from the most thorough
 orgasm I had ever - make that, HAVE ever -
 experienced!  The aftershocks reverberated through
 me for several minutes and I could then hear audible
 wet squishing sounds as Sheila's fingers remained
 embedded in my spasming pussy.

 We cuddled silently in the dimmly lit room
 afterwards, and I became acutely aware of how soft
 Sheila felt against me.  I contemplated what had
 just transpired and how it was that Sheila could
 have had such a powerful effect on me.  I had
 experienced something I had never known was even
 possible.  The things I thought I knew had been
 rattled, and I was confused by new feelings.

 We didn't speak about what had happened for two
 days.  When I finally did broach the topic with
 Sheila, we talked for two hours and then wound up
 making love together.  I became intoxicated by the
 fact that I could give Sheila so much pleasure and I
 found a contentment in our sexual intimacy.  I
 resolved the conflict I had felt over making love to
 another girl, and embraced the satisfaction that it
 brought me.

 We became frequent lovers from that point on, though
 our first time together would always be special to
 me.  Our sexual intimacy lasted all the way through
 my graduation, when I left Gainesville.  Sheila was
 the first and last woman I had ever slept with.

 Our last time together was the night after
 graduation.  We made love like it was going to be
 the last time for both of us (I suppose it was for
 me).  With both of us in tears much of the night, it
 was by far the most sweet and tender love making we
 had shared together over the past year and a half.
 I recall the warmth and softnedd of her skin against
 mine as we lay nude in bed together.  I remember
 caressing her breasts while she stroked my hair and
 we exchanged dozens of gentle kisses.  Little did I
 know then that I would not again enjoy such soft
 kisses.  I cried the day I left Sheila and I mourned
 the end of the passion between us, her memory
 remaining bitter sweet over the subsequent years.

 But that was thirteen years ago... and at the end of
 the few moments it took me to relive that memory, I
 quickly snapped back to reality and present day.

As we broke our hug I became selfconscious and my face
redened from embarassment, as if my client had seen my
memory as well.

"Kimmie, I can't believe this... it's so good to see you
again!", she said.

"You too Sheila - it has been such a long time!"

"I can't believe we never kept in touch", she added.

We finally filled my bewildered client in on our little
reuinion and just had to catch up on some basics before
getting down to business.  As it turns out, Sheila did
graduate from UF two years after I did and had been working
in Atlanta before moving to Chicago for two years.  She
hated the cold climate so she transferred to Florida almost
a year ago.

After we finished the closing for my client, Sheila insisted
we have lunch and catch up some more.  We wound up at a
little outdoor cafe downtown and talked for a couple of
hours, picking right up like we had been in touch the entire
thirteen years.  I told her about Daniel and showed her a
picture of Dana, being sure to emphasize that she would be a
teenager in less than one year (Dana makes sure everyone
knows that, right after they know her name).  Sheila told me
that she had never married, but she had a boxer (Jake) that
had died soon after arriving in Miami.  As it turned out,
she was living in a beachside condo, within thrity minutes
of my house - small world.  It was so nice spending time
with her and part of me wanted to spend the entire afternoon
with her, but we both were going to be late for afternoon
appointments, so we paid the check and exchanged home, work
and cell phone numbers, promising to stay in touch this
time.  As we walked out to the parking lot, Sheila followed
me to my car, and casually taking my hand in hers, asked,
"Hey how about we get together for dinner sometime?"

"That sounds great!", I replied, opening my car door with my
free hand.

I was seated before Sheila finally let go of my other hand
and then she said,"Hey, how about Thursday?"

"Thursday... ummm... OK, I think Thursday is good", I
replied, adding, "I'll call you", as I started the engine.

I was in such a great mood the rest of the day, feeling
better than I had in quite some time.  The next couple of
days I found myself really looking foward to getting
together with Sheila.   I hadn't thought much about our
college days these past years.  I suppose I had just chalked
it up to bisexual curiocity, which was common, if not the
norm among the girls at school in those days.  But seeing
her again and the touch of her hand on mine had me thinking
more about those times Sheila & I shared, particularly those
time spent in bed together.  I felt a bit uneasy at this,
since any same sex desires surfacing now could hardly be
called "curiocity" at this point in my life.


CHAPTER 2

Thursday morning arrived and I gave Sheila a ring from work.
She gave me directions to a restaurant not too far from her
place out on the beach.  I left work an hour early so I
could stop by the house and change out of my business suit.
I stood in my closet trying to find something to wear when
it occurred to me that I was boing overly concerned about
what I would wear.  I felt embarassed at my own discovery
and scolded myself for acting like a giddy schoolgirl.  I
suppose I wanted to look more like a college-girl than a
monther of an "almost teen", so I settled on a a spunky two
piece outfit that I scaresly would have had the curves to
fill back in college.  Checking myself in the mirror, I gave
myself a deserving complement.

I drove to South Beach and found the quaint restaurant
Sheila had selected.  It was a beautifully renovated, old
two-story house.  The tables were in various rooms, each
with a different decorating theme.  I approached the hostess
and she informed me that my friend had called and said she
would be there a few minutes late.

"You can wait at your table", the hostess added.

Though there were a few empty tables downstairs, she guided
me up a grand staircase and seated me in a cozy room with
only three tables.  I wondered if Sheila was a regular
customer since this seemed to be one of the nicer rooms.  I
perused the menu as I sipped a glass of Merlot and waited
for Sheila to arrive.

As the maitre d' poured me a second glass of wine, Sheila
approached the table, looking quite sexy in a short skirt
and a blouse whose plunging neckline was a touch beyond that
allowed by banking attire standards.  I couldn't help but
wonder if she had spent as much time considering her
clothing selection as I had.

She spent a few minutes telling me about her busy day, as I
listened and gazed at her attentively.  After looking the
menu over, I asked her if she knew what she wanted.

"I think I'm in the mood for italian", she replied.

Which caused me to scan her expression for a hint at whether
this was a serious response or a firtatious pun on my
ethnicity.  She never twitched, staring intently at her
menu.

Just as our salads arrived, the hostess entered the room and
proceded to seat an older couple at one of the two empty
tables in the room.  The waitress stood before me and aksed
a question when I was startled by something touching my
ankle.  It was Sheila's foot!

"May I?"...

I snapped out of my stupor, and looked up at the waitress
offering me some freshly ground pepper for my salad.

"May I?", she repeated.

"Y... Yes, please", I stammered back, being caught off guard
by both Sheila's foot and the waitress' words.  Was this
intentional I wondered?  Sheila had little expression on her
face, but neither did she move her foot.

Our dinner lasted quite a while, the waitress probably
surmizing that we were not in a big hurry from our ceaseless
conversation.  We got around to talking about some of the
more important events in our lives, Sheila raching to touch
my wrist with her hand when mentioning something
particularly serious.  I wasn't sure how to read any of
this.  "Was she flirting?... Was this just the casual
contact between two close friends?", I couldn't help but
wonder.

The older couple had finished their meal and after paying
their bill they left the table so that Sheila and I were
alone in this cozy room.  As we were talking, she reached to
me with her napkin and said, "Here, you have touch of
dressing on your lip".  I certainly could have taken care of
that myself, yet there she was reaching for me with her
napkin.  Her napkin touched my lip and her finger grazed my
chin, causing my mouth to quiver for a moment.  "There", she
said as she withdrew again.

My eyes looked into hers - she had beautiful light brown
eyes with greenish streaks that radiated outward from her
pupil to the darker brown edge of her iris.  There was  a
pause in the conversation as Sheila took a lingering last
sip from her wine glass.  She held the empty glass, spinning
it anxiously in her fingers for a moment before putting it
down on the table to the side.  Then she leaned across the
table, just inches from my face.  It felt so natural to
close my eyes and lean to her so that our lips meshed
together.  She gently kissed my lower lip, reminding me
after so many years just how soft a kiss could be.
Immediately I felt a warmth spread between my legs.

Leaning back into her chair, Sheila whispered, "God I've
missed that."

"Mmmm... That was nice", I cooed back.

At that moment I completely forgot who I was and that I had
a different life.  There were no thoughts of my family as I
seemed transported to the life I lived thirteen years prior.
I became captivated by a desire that I had not felt in a
long, long time.  With my eyes open and the sight of
Sheila's face flooding my visual senses, I leaned back
towards her and brought my lips fully to hers.  And again we
kissed, this time with more sensuality and lingering a bit
longer.

There was no mistaking the wetness I felt between my legs,
and with the exception of possibly being in the act of
intercourse, I couldn't recall the last time I had been so
aroused.  I eased back into my chair reveling in the
tingiling sensations I felt throughout my entire body.  The
waitress approached our table and asked if we needed
anything as I fumbled to wipe my smeared lipstick and became
mortified at the possibility that she had seen us kiss.  In
a sheepish voice I was barely able to call for the check.

After I inisted on paying, Sheila demanded that next time
was on her.

"Let's get going", she said.

"Yes, let's", I repleid, as my head continued to spin from
our brief exchange.

Noting that it was still early, Sheila suggested we go to a
club just down the block for a couple of cocktails and some
music before we called it a night.  Throwing common sense to
the wind, I enthusiastically agreed.

At the club, Sheila ordered us two more glasses of wine and
I could sense she was more purposeful as we both became even
more relaxed.  An old song came on and she took my hand in
hers as we continued to remenisce.  She stood up, still
holding my hand, and said, "Come on, let's dance".

Becoming more caught up in the moment and with sound
judgement waning, I followed her lead and the two of us
danced on the dance floor together.  She moved closer so
that our bodies brushed one another while we swayed to the
music.  I don't know why I was doing this, but I was
listening to somehting in me.  What I did know for sure is
that I liked the way I felt just then.  As Sheila continued
to dance closer her thighs would occassionaly bump into mine
and I found myself enjoying the sensation immensly.  Then I
felt something between my legs.  I looked down to see
Sheila's hand at my crotch.  I didn't push her away, and
instead allowed her to touch me down there.  She began to
rub me through my skirt, creating a heat in my vagina.  My
skirt had managed to lift somewhat and when I felt Sheila's
hand slip below the hem and come to rest directly on my
sheer panties I almost came right then.  I was unable to
stand any more and needed to out of there quick.

"Let's go somewhere", I said to Sheila in desperation.

Sheila turned and took me by the hand, leading me out to
where our cars were parked.  I told her I needed to stop by
my house and let my dogs out, and added that Dana was
staying at her friends house tonight and Daniel was playing
softball which always ran past 11 PM (with after-game beer
drinking).  Sheila follwed me in her car.  The drive home
drove me crazy with anticipation as desires that had laid
dormant for thirteen years were awakened with a vengance and
my vagina began to drool.

A part of me was was a little scared.  We were just girls
the last time we slept together, but now we were grown
women.  I wondered if things would be the same.  We arrived
at my house and once inside I immediately let the dogs out
to do their business.  I told Sheila to make herself
comfortable and I would be back in a minute.  When I came
back into the room Sheila commented on what a lovely house
we had.  For the first time, I felt a sense of guilt as I
realized this was Daniel's and my house.  My eyes caught
locked onto a picture of the two of us with Dana hanging on
the wall.  What was I doing?

But, there was no denying the desires that were also
stirring in me.  I found myself walking towards her and I
took her in my arms, my guilt diminishing as I held her her
close adn then fading completely as we kissed sensuously.
Her hands took the bottom of my blouse and slid it upward,
her thumbs catching my bra and slipping it too up over my
breasts.  Her right hand touched my nakedness while her left
hand released the buttons of her own blouse.  It felt so
good to have my breasts caressed by another woman.  To feel
the gentle touch of her fingers exploring the soft
underslopes and gingerly massaging my erect nipples.  Having
released her own bra, she leaned to me and, oh my god, I
felt the incredible sensation of her pillowy breasts
pressing into mine.  She rubbed her nipples against mine,
exchanging tender "tittie kisses", as we used to call them
back in college.

We rubbed nipples and kissed for several minutes, then
Sheila stepped back and she fed me her right breast.  I had
forgotten how much I missed suckling a soft breast and the
feel of a puffy nipple filling my mouth.  I could have cum
right then!  I lovingly suckled her... first her right
breast... then her left, planting kisses all over her bossom
and giving devotion to her hardened nipples with my tongue.
Sheila was serenading me with her soft moans and I was
overwhelmed with desire to make love to this beautifully,
sexy woman.

Sheila was equally aroused and took me by the hand, leading
me to my bedroom.  Seeing the bed before us, our passion
seemed to ignite further.  Sheila lifted my blouse and bra
up over my head and dropped them to the floor.  Then one
hand reached around me to the small of my back, while the
other one slipped into my skirt and caressed my pussy
through the smooth satin of my panties.  Her hand felt so
good on my mound and oh, how I wanted her inside me.  After
thriteen years, Sheila could still read my body like a book
as both her hands reached for the buttons of my skirt.  One
by one she released them, looking intently into my eyes with
each button.  After the last one, she ever so slowly peeled
my skirt off my hips and allwed it to drop to the floor.
God it was such a sexy sight as she undressed me so slowly!
I couldn't help but think how Daniel was never so patient
and lingering in any aspect of foreplay.  Sheils'a
lovemaking was more about buildup than it was about release
- this was so different.

Sheila dropped to her knees, her eyes still looking up at
me, as her hands moved from my waist to my hips and then
back so she held my bottom in her hands.  It felt so good to
have her hold me lovingly like that!  Her eyes closed and
she pulled me to her and kissed my tummy, sending shivers
through me.  I felt her tongue teasingly dart into my belly
button and I gasped in pleasure.   She kissed me just below
my belly button and then her hands moved foward as she took
the wastband of my panties and pulled downward slightly
before bringing her face to me and kissing just above my
pubic bone.  Then she planted a second kiss right on my
clitoris through my panties causing my legs to tremble and a
tiny orgasm to vibrate my vagina.  "It has been so long", I
thought to myself as my eyes began to water.

Her hands descended, taking my panties with them and
revealing the fullness of my nakedness to her.  She left my
panties just above my knees so that they held my legs
together.  Then her lips came to me a third time, kissing me
right on the slit bewtween my labia.  Out of reflex, my
hands moved to her head and I held her to me.  I felt her
tongue dart out and slip slightly between my labia casuing
me to moan, "Ohhhh".  Her tongue began to explore the length
of my slit as her mouth surrounded my labia.  "Oh my god,
such soft, soft lips on my vagina!", was all I could think
about.  My legs trembled as I tried to remain standing
before her.  I wanted desperately to open up for her so I
bent my knees slightly so that my legs strained at my
stretched panties and my thighs spread for her. The corners
of her eyes pulled back revealing her smile to me, as my
labia opened and her tongue slipped inbetween my wet folds.
Her silky hair massaged my inner thighs and she looked so
sexy between my legs like that.

I was just about to come and wanted more than anything for
her to sink her tongue as deep into my vagina as was
possible.  But sensing I was close, Sheila instead withdrew
her tongue from me and said, "You've waited thirteen years
already, I need you to wait a few more minutes".  My breasts
were hanging free before her and I leaned forward, allowing
my left breast to bump her mouth.  Her lips parted and she
received my tingling nipple, which felt absolutely heavenly!
As she suckled my breast, she pulled my bottom closer to
herself and one of her breasts slipped between my inner
thighs such that her nipple grazed my clit, which was
peeking proudly from beneath the cover of my hood.  Her
nipple nestled in between my inner labia, quickly becoming
coated in my liquid, which was beginning to seep from
vagina.  Using a free hand, she slid her breast up and down
the lenght of my slit adn when it was sufficiently
lubricted, she pressed it to me, parting my labia, and
allowing her nipple to slip inside my pussy!  I moaned out
loud from the incredible sensation and then another mini
orgasm shot through my vagina.  I felt back onto the bed as
Sheila continued to suckle my breast while her own nipple
slid inside me.

I couldn't help but compare this to the sex I had
unconsciously become accustomed to, as Sheila kissed and
caressed my body for close to an hour, whereas with my
husband I was lucky to get five minutes before it was down
to doing the deed.  Sheila explored my body using her mouth
as much as she did her hands - both her fingers and her lips
being so soft a touch, that I was reminded of just how good
making lover could really be.

I lost all track of time as she loved me so completely.  My
nipples had become numb from her tongue while her hand
fingered my vagina.  Sheila carefully caressed the entirety
of my outer labia before delving a finger between my
drooling lips.  Eventually she let two of her fingers
finally enter my vagina.  It was slow and soft - more about
giving to me, than about simply penetrating me.  My vagina
opened to receive her and she glided into my depths.  It was
such an unselfish act, as she took the time in preparing me,
rather than just satisfying her own lust.  Sheila was
getting to know me again, reaquainting herself with the most
intimate part of me that she had been the only woman to know
over a decade ago.

The build up was excrutiating to the point I couldn't take
anymore and I needed to come so urgently.  In desperation I
cried out, "Sheila, please... please make me come!"  In one
fluid motion she slid herself down me until her lips
captured my womanhood.  The feel of her warm breath on my
labia and rough texture of her tongue on my clit sent me
over the edge and I started screaming out loud as the orgasm
that had remained dormant for thirteen years was loosed and
came upon me with a mighty vengance.  My thighs shook and my
vagina felt as if it were consumed by fire as Sheila rammed
her tongue hard against my clit while I came.  I felt my cum
flow out of my vagina and trickle down between my legs and
over my bottom.  For several minutes the entrance of my
vagina constricted in powerful surges around Sheila's
fingers as she slid them effortlessly in and out of my
wetness while my orgasm subsided.

I was still breathing rapidly when the last of the
aftershocks finally wained and Sheila withdrew her fingers.
She then covered my vulva with her mouth and proceeded to
lick my vagina as if cleaning me like a pussy cat.  Her
tongue slipped between my engorged labia, drawing out the
last of my cum that had puddled between my folds in what was
the culmination of our love making, a soft "mmmmm" escaping
my mouth each time she swallowed some of me.  Her tongue
cleaned the smeared cum from my sparse patch of hair just
above my clit and then she raked her tongue all the way
down, lapping up the trickle of warm cream that had run down
over my sensative anus, sending a jolt through me when her
tongue touched my virgin entrance.

Sheila kissed her way up my body, pausing to coat my nipples
with the combination of my own cum and her saliva before
reaching my mouth and allowing me to taste myself.  Her body
felt joined to mine, and slipping her arms around my
shoulders, she rolled us over so that she now lay beneath
me.  Her arms moved down my back, her fingernails bringing
me almost to the point of pain as they traced along my spine
then then into the crack of my bottom.  God she knew exactly
what to do to me and where to do it!  I could not help but
wonder how my life might have been different if I never left
Gainesville that day.

With her fingers nestled in the crack of my ass, Sheila
grabbed my full cheeks in both hands and spread her thighs
open as she pulled me to her.  Shivers ran down my back and
inner thighs when my vagina met hers in a uniquely feminine
encounter.  Her pussy felt hot against mine and, my god, it
was so intimate!  We began to move our vaginas together,
bumping our labia and occassionally our clits together.  The
secretions from her own arousal began to combine with mine
and our sparse patches of pubic hair quickly became drenched
with our erotic mixture and lubricated our vulvas.  Our
vaginas began to slide over one another with ease and we
fell into a consistent rhythm, maintaining continuous
contact as we rubbed them over each other, without
separating and bumping back together.  The feel of her
engorged labia on mine caused my nether lips to tingle and
each time her clit would bump into mine I would shudder.
During all our encounters back in college we had never done
this, and now each stroke was bringing me new pleasures.  It
was so exciting to experience something untried with her and
for us to make love this way!

Then Sheila whispered, "I want to feel you inside me", as
her hands moved my hips so that my vagina moved straight up
and down along the length of her slit.  I felt her pussy
open up and my protruding clit begin to slide along the
inside crevace between her labia.  It struck me that while
we were in a rhythm that was familiar to me over the past
years with my husband, this had a completely different feel
about it.  I was inflamed with passion for Sheila and became
filled with a desire to bring her the sexual release that I
knew she needed, so I increased our pace.

Sheila was so close now and began to pant out loud, her body
beginning to shudder beneath me.  "Oh God Kimmie, PLEASE
MAKE LOVE TO ME!", she cried out.  Our humping was fervant
now, my breasts bouncing and smashing Sheila's on each down
stroke, and I felt myself building to another huge orgasm as
my vagina felt so incredibly good fucking hers like this!  I
wanted so much to make Sheila come right then.  Then
suddenly, a surge of adrenaline nearly stopped my heart and
horror overwhelmed me as I heard shouting, "WHAT IN THE HELL
ARE YOU DOING!"  I instantly froze and thought, "Oh my god,
Daniel!"

I had lost all track of time and never heard him come in the
house.  The look of disbelief in his face pierced my heart,
the disgust in his voice condemned me, and I recoiled in
shame as he witnessed the sight of his nude wife between the
legs of another woman, fucking each another.  It had only
been a momentary pause, a second or two at most, but it
seemed to last an eternity as I froze in shock.

Sheila's urgent voice shattered the silence, "Kim, Please...
Don't Stop!", seemingly oblivious to the fact that my
husband had just caught us in bed together.

It was as if there were two of me laying there - one wishing
this moment had never happened, the other still caught up in
the passion of making love to Sheila.  Daniel stood there
glaring at me as Sheila again begged, "Kimmie!...
PLEASE!..."

As time stood still for the next few seconds, I glanced down
at Sheila looking wantonly at me.  There was such
desperation in her face and she bucked her hips up against
me, encouraging me to resume.  I was torn as to what I
should do and closed my eyes to shut everything out.  Sheila
bucked up into me a second time, sending a surge through me
as her vagina bumped mine.  I attempted to clear the
confusion in my head and to reason rationally, but I found
it impossible to escape the fact that something in me wanted
her.  Finally, I opened my eyes and looked towards Daniel.
Unable to get a word past my lips, it seemed as if he had
seen something in my expression and he turned away and left
the room.  I felt a sense of having been convicted, as if in
court by a judge.

I looked back to Sheila, and then lower, to where our bodies
were so intimately joined together.  God how I wanted her,
right here, right now, just like this!  For the first time
in a long time I made up my mind to put MY needs first, and
I decided to satisfy MY desires.  Resolved in my own mind, I
let my weight fall back onto Sheila's body and my vagina
melted into hers.  It was like a cord that had held me bound
had suddenly been loosed.  I felt freer to make love to
Sheila than I had felt just a few hours earlier.  This
freedom brought me to a heightened state of arousal and I
resumed making love to her, even more vigorously than
before.  I became self conscious about the noise we were
making - my audible panting and Shiela's moaning, "Yes...
Yes... YESSS...", both of which were nearly drowned out by
the perverse sound of the squeeking bed.

Then it happened!  Sheila's arms and legs wrapped around me
tightly as her climax began.  I wanted so much to please her
and to come with her that I fucked her even harder, driving
my vagina into hers with all my strength.  I had never made
love to anyone so passionately before!  "OH MY GOD...
OHHHHHHH...", I screamed, as my vagina began to convulse!
Maybe it was because I had finally given in to what I wanted
for the first time in many years, but  that made my orgasm
more explosive and gave me a much fuller climax than
anything I had experienced in years.  I became lightheaded
as wave after wave of pleasure spread from my vagina all the
way to my breasts and caused my whole body to tingle!

I stopped fucking her and just pressed my vagina more deeply
into hers as our orgasms continued.  It was such a thrill to
cum with Sheila and the incomparable sensation of my vagina
cuming on hers filled me with total satisfaction and made me
feel like I had a taste of heaven.  Our trembling bodies
remained pressed closely together as my nipples quivered
against Sheila's soft breasts, my tummy was warmed by hers,
and I felt the pulse in her legs which were entwined tightly
the length of mine.  Everything between my thighs was
thoroughly wet and a distinctly feminine scent permeated the
air.  My labia embraced her womanly folds as the tremors
subsided and we began to catch our breath.

After not having been with a woman for thirteen  years, I
had forgotten and was now again captivated, by the intimacy
and bliss that followed sex.  I remembered also that
familiar afterglow that I could clearly see now in Sheila's
face.  I realized just how much I missed that.  "Oh Sheila,
that was sooo gooood", I murmured, then I kissed tenderly
for a while longer, as I slowly recovered from the
exhaustion of an unequalled orgasm.  With my head lying
between Sheila's breasts, I softly traced the outline of her
right nipple with my fingertip and planted several kisses on
the surrounding pale flesh.  How I wished I never had to
move from that spot.

As I driften back down to earth, the fear that Daniel had
heard us resume our love making from just down the hall
solidified into resignation, as there could be no doubt to
the fact that he could heard Sheila and I coming together.
I lay there wondering what I could possibly say to my
husband.  I told Sheila, "I need to go talk to Daniel", as I
eased up from the bed and separated our naked bodies for the
first time in hours.

I put my robe on and headed down the hall towards the study.
I walked in to see Daniel sitting there with his head in his
hands.  He never looked up at me.

"I'm sorry, Daniel", was all I could manage to say.

"WHAT THE FUCK'S THE MATTER WITH YOU!", he shouted.

"I'm sorry... I..."

"GOD KIM... FUCKING A WOMAN?... AND IN OUR BED?!"

"I know you're mad at me..."

Daniel didn't let me finish, "My god Kim, I walked in on you
two and YOU JUST GO BACK TO FUCKING HER?!  What were you
thinking the last half hour!?"

"I... I don't know ... I'm confused... I just... I just
needed to...", I couldn't say another word as tears started
to flow.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!", Daniel
interrupted.  Then he continued to shout at me.

I heard the front door close as Sheila left.  I felt so
alone... and then angry.  Then something in me welled up and
I shouted back, "DAMN IT DANIEL, I liked being with
Shiela!..."

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TELLING ME KIM...  THAT YOUR SOME
SORT OF FUCKING DYKE?!"

"I'm just saying that I liked being with her...  It felt
good to... I guess I'm... Look Daniel, back in college...",
I was rambling now.  "Oh, I don't know... I'm so confused
right now.  I just need some time to think"

"TIME TO THINK?!...  You need to do some serious thinking
alright!... And you had better talk to your dyke friend."

"What's that supposed to mean?", I challenged him.

"Look, tell you were messed up.  Tell her you were mad at
me.  Hell, tell her you were temporarily insane if you have
to... just clean up the mess you made"

"You want me to hurt Sheila like that?... I can't do that.",
I told him.

"DAMN IT KIM, IT's ME OR HER, YOUR CHOICE!"

"Daniel, please don't do this to me.  Don't make me..."  I
started sobbing again.

"I'm not going to have my wife fucking around with someone -
especially not some dyke!"

I felt completely defeated, and desperate.  I turned to head
back to the bathroom to shower, telling Daniel through my
tears, "I'll talk to Shiela tomorrow."  My world was
crashing in around me and I felt like I had lost everyone
who I cared about.  I finally cried myself to sleep in the
study, unable to bring myself to return to the bed I had
defiled with Sheila.


CHAPTER 3

The next morning I called Sheila and told her I needed to
talk to her after work.  She agreed.  I lingered at my
office that afternoon thinking about what I would say and I
arrived at Sheila's house just before seven.

I felt so low as I resigned myself to do what Daniel had
expected of me - I was good at that - doing what others
"expected of me", it seemed.  Tears began to well up in my
eyes as I told Sheila everything that happened with Daniel
after she had left.  She was so understanding.  Amazingly,
there was no anger, just her gentle spirit.  Her hands
reached for me and she held me causing a flood of emotions
to flow through me - relief, understanding, kindness,
comfort, to name a few.  I melted into her arms so that her
compasion and strength enveloped me, feeling completely safe
with her.  Sheila kissed my cheeks like a loving sister,
taking away each tear with her lips.  I felt a warmth deep
within me and was moved to kiss her.  The moment her lips
covered mine I felt such a peace.  Everything I needed to
say to her vanished and all that was left in me was a desire
to be close to her.

Sheila understood.  Her tongue sought mine and that kiss
seemed to be all that I needed in the world.  She knew that
there was some part of me that wanted her and she showed me
that she too wanted me back, as her hand cascaded down over
my tummy and slipped smoothly under the waistband of my
slacks and into my panties.  I didn't realize until that
moment that I was already so wet!  But my body had known and
it was prepared for her as her two fingers glided between my
moist labia and sank pask the entrace to my vagina.  Her
only words were barely a whisper, yet they rang as loud as a
gong inside my head, "Stay with me tonight, Kimmie."  I
stepped back, causing Sheila's hand to slip from my pussy.
Her eyes searched me for a response.  I suppose my decison
was made the moment I walked over to her bed.

Sheila came to me and smiled at me as her fingers slipped
back inside me and brought me to the edge of heaven.  Her
hand struggled in the confinement of my slacks so I reached
down and lowered the zipper.  I looked down at the sexy
sight of her wrist disappearing into my panties and watched
as her knuckles bulged through the taut cotton fabric.
Beneath the straining cloth of my slacks and panties there
was no resistence to be found, as my vagina was completely
soaked and a third, then fourth finger joined the first two,
working their way into my vagina.

I felt her press into me and my vagina felt stretched as the
moan that escaped me was stiffled by her mouth on mine.
Then there was a fullness in me and the pressure ceased.  I
looked down to see that my panties had become stretched down
by her wrist and Sheila had managed to slip her entire hand
inside of my vagina!  What a sensual thrill that gave me
from having her inside me so deeply!  I could feel her
simultaneously touching all over the walls of my vagina as
she wriggled her fist inside me.  Then I watched in
astonishment when more of her wrist slid inside me as she
felt to be reaching to enter my very womb!

I have never felt anything like that in my vagina before and
was also overwhelmed by a sense of intimacy and
connectedness between us, which pushed me over the edge and
I came for Sheila.  She kept her hand inside me for several
minutes as my vagina spasmed all around her, eventually
withdrawing and offering me her wet fingers and wrist to
clean.

Wanting to taste her, I slipped between Sheila's legs and
coverd her vagina with my mouth.  My nose pressed into her
just below her hood.  Her scent was like incense, and I
could taste her arousal that had already seeped out over her
deep ruby colored mons.  I licked her labia several times
and Sheila grabbed my head to pull me up to her clit.  I
knew she wanted to come, but I didn't want it to happen like
that.  I wanted so much to be inside her when she came.  I
pointed my tongue and strained to extend it as I entered her
vagina.  "Oh KiiIIIM", escaped her lips as my tongue slipped
past the tight entrance to her womanhood.  My top lip bumped
her clit as my tongue pressed against the upper wall of her
vagina and she began to come for me.

A sweet flow engulfed my tongue and poured into my mouth as
began to drink from my lover.  Her thighs embraced my head
as she filled me with her precious nectar in tiny waves.
Her vagina spasmed around my tongue, each surge thrilling my
senses and working a little more of her liquid into my
hungry mouth.  She tasted so good to me as I lapped at her
vagina long after her orgasm had subsided and swallowed all
the love she had to give me.

Sheila brought the woman out of me four more times that
night as we made love for several hours.  Any desire I
posessed to go home that night melted away as I watched
Sheila tenderly suck my nipple in the afterglow of
intercourse.  I cried tears of release as I surrendered to
the powerful desire I felt for Sheila.  Indeed, there was no
going home.

As the heat of passion dwindled, I felt the coolness of the
air conditioner blowing down on us (Sheila had lowered the
thermostat about 10 degrees when we were just getting
going).  I got up and Sheila stripped the bed of the sheets
that we hade made a complete mess all over and retreived a
fresh set the linen closet just outside her bedroom.  She
quickly made the bed and we nuzzled in together under the
sheets, our breasts pressing into one another and her plush
down comforter pulled up under our chins.  I felt so content
lieing with Sheila, like I belonged there, and we drifted
off into a blissful sleep.

I woke up looking at a clock that read 6 AM and took a few
seconds to remember where I was.  Our bodies still togther,
warm flesh on warm flesh, and it occurred me I hadn't awoken
to the feel of a lover's skin touching mine since my early
years of marriage.  It is amazing what a night of passion
can do for a person.  I felt so complete.  So confident.  I
felt rejuvenated and ready to take on the world.  I had no
regrets about spending the night in Sheila's bed.  I felt
empowered that I had simply made up my own mind rather than
letting Daniel do it for me.

I told Sheila that there were some things that I needed to
do and that I needed to get home.  Sheila softly caressed my
bare breasts until my nipples were hard, tempting me to make
love to her again instead of getting back to the business of
trying to sort out the mess I had made of my life.  I let
her plant several wet kisses on my right nipple, but when
her hand cupped my naked pussy, I knew this was the point of
no return for me and quickly slid out of bed.  Sheila gave
me her best boo boo lip as moved to picked up my clothes
that had been strewn all over her floor the night before.
She never even asked me what I was going to tell Daniel as I
walked out the door.


CHAPTER 4

When I got home, Daniel was already up and looked at me in
disgust.  "Well, I see you made your decision.  I want you
out of here before the weekend."

The reality of the situation hit me like a brick right
between the eyes.  My marriage was over.  And despite the
devastation I felt, there also was a slight sense of
perverse relief.  Ove the next few hours I began to realize
that I was willing to let Daniel go for Sheila.

Thursday night I had to explain things to my 13 year old
daugher who already knew something big was happening between
Daniel and I.  I didn't hide anything from her, and
explained everything that I was going through.  "Mom, you're
telling me you're gay?", she asked in disbelief.

I told her, "I'm not even completely sure why this is
happening to me, Dana.  I just know I need to be with Shiela
right now."

"For how long?", she asked.

"I wish I could say... Everything is happening so quickly...
I'm just very confused right now", I told her.  I went on to
explain that something had been missing between her father
and I for a long time, and that I felt like a complete woman
when I was with Sheila.  "When you are a little older you
will know what I am talking about...  Dana, please
understand", I pleaded.

"I think I do... I love you mommy", she said back.

My heart melted.  She didn't even realize it, but my "almost
thirteen year-old" daughter had done something that I had
trouble doing for myself - shown me some acceptance.  Dana
had helped me to begin to help myself.  I told her that I
would be staying with Sheila until I got a place to live,
then she could come and live with me again.

I learned so much about myself the next few weeks.  I found
that I truly enjoyed being with Sheila moreso than I had
with Daniel.  Part of it was the sex, which was much more
intimate and passionate, but making love with Sheila was
also more sacrificial, as was the rest of our relationship.
Sheila was so selfless towards me, and I in turn, found I
was able to give myself more fully to her than I had with
Daniel.  Despite the cultural taboo and my social upringing
to think it wrong, I found it surprisaingly natural, and
"normal", to give myself to a woman - and quite fulfilling
as well.

I moved into an apartment a few weeks later and Dana joined
me soon after that.  Dana spent the weekends with her dad,
which gave me opportunity to spend nights with Sheila.
Although we did date and make love regularly, there is
something so special to me about waking up in bed together.

As a couple of more months passed by, I found myself seeking
to share with Sheila, some of what I had given up with
Daniel.  I suppose I missed being part of a couple - things
like deciding what to have for dinner, watching TV together
on the sofa, just talking about the dumbest things that
happened that day, and bumping into warm skin under the
sheets in the middle of the night.  I talked to Sheila about
it and we discusssed the situation with Dana.

The next day I had a heart to heart talk with Dana.  I told
her about what Sheila and I had discussed and that we wanted
to move in together.  We both wanted Dana to be a part of
our lives as we started a new family together.  Dana was a
bit surprized by our decisions but she was happy for us and
agreed to try to make things work out for all of us.

It's been three months since Sheila and I exhanged wedding
vows in a Methodist Church in Miami.  Though the state of
Florida doesn't legally recognize our marriage, it doesn't
seem so signficicant since they hardly "recognized" me at
all before I became Sheila's wife.  And after all, it was
love and not the state that brought us together.  Nothing
can ever change that.


-THE END-

by Ginny Walker, 2005
wcollege2002@yahoo.com

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