Tina smiled again; her eyes were soft and inviting.
“We don’t need to use it then,” she whispered. With that, she lay the scarf aside, straddled me, and eased herself down over my rock hard cock. I was so hard that my cock was throbbing, aching almost painfully. Her pussy around me was slick, smooth and incredibly tight. She started rocking back and forth, slowly and surely, leaning forward a little with her hands on my chest.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good,” she said softly, “so thick and hard. Why don’t you have a girlfriend? This makes no sense...,” I knew what she meant, but she didn't understand how the parents always chastised their daughters for even knowing me. If you weren't Irish-American or Italian you were the minority in town, as was she, being oriental. Fortunately for her, her father owned the only Chinese restaurant in the area and was well liked. What would her ultra conservative parents think of me and her?
I’m not even sure how long we stayed in that position, but I know it was a while. Tina took things slow, but I remember watching her face shift and change as she began to move towards her climax. It took her quite some time to take all of me inside her, and I watched the slightly pained expression as she pushed to take me in deeper. She pressed herself against me avidly, hungrily. But she did something that was new to me: she looked deep into my eyes and held eye contact. This made the entire sexual experience much more intense and meaningful.
Tina was getting closer and closer to cumming, moving wildly back and forth, up and down my shaft, grinding her clit against me. “Fuck, you are a keeper...,” she softly gasped out. “Don’t fucking cum yet, I need to cum please, please just stay hard. I really, really need this,” she demanded.
Just then Tina rocked forward in one final push and clenched around me in climax, digging her perfectly manicured nails deep into my back. I let myself go as I thrust upwards into her, and the rush of pleasure came to the two of us simultaneously. We both cried out loudly. Tina stayed on top and kept me inside her for a few more minutes as she slumped forward, pressing her face into my neck. She finally drew herself off and curled up next to me. We laid there for what seemed like hours, just holding each other, not saying a word. It was very intimate, and sweet, we both knew that we could never be together.
That wasn't our only time together, as we stayed friends and kept in touch for many years
afterwards. Her rocky relationship with Richard went on and off, often with months being apart, and it wouldn't be uncommon for Tina to page me with 612 during her down times (or as cell phones came about, she would text me the same), the date I was labeled her butterfly, for a butterfly session. She knew I didn't sleep around, and our sessions were always mind blowing, always ending with her head on my chest just wondering. She even later got a butterfly tattoo on her hip, and I knew what it meant. With Tina, my little butterfly, I got my first taste of what intimacy and passion could really be. I will never forget her for that reason.
Kelli asked, “Did you keep in touch with her?”
“Well, after our prom experience we remained friends and used to hang out a lot with her brother at her house. I would see her boyfriend, Richard, from time to time. Eventually he became her fiancé. But whenever they were on the rocks and having trouble, Tina would call me up and we would get together for sex. This happened on several occasions. However, it got kind of complicated because she and Richard eventually got married. Believe it or not, I was invited to Richard’s bachelor party, and I saw something there that really disturbed me.”
“Oh?” said Kelli. “What was that?”
“Well, I saw Richard having raw, unprotected sex with a hooker. The prostitute was a complete stranger. I couldn’t believe it. Tina was so fragile, so sweet. I was incredibly disgusted with Richard’s actions. I really went back and forth, trying to decide if I should tell her about it or not. I knew that they really loved each other and I didn’t know if I wanted to get in the middle of that. It was a major dilemma.”
“What did you do?”
“I stayed quiet. I knew how she felt about him and I didn’t want to take anything away from her. I just couldn’t do it. Even after they got married, we stayed friends. Even after their marriage, whenever they had rocky times, she would call me. She hated the fact on how mechanical he was during sex, never adventurous, always doing the same things, and loved the sex that we had, the stamina, the oral, I started becoming her sexual outlet.”
“Wow,” said Kelli, “that’s really special. Did you have any other experiences with women who were good friends?”
“Yes,” Jake said, “during my career in IT, one of my main clients would often send me to his own home to make sure that the home computer was connecting into the office network. He had been married once before, a story for another time, but was now remarried. His new wife was often at the house when I was fixing the computer network there. One day I was working in the office and I noticed a photograph that was beautifully framed next to the computer. In it there was an incredibly attractive woman with a great smile. I asked my client’s wife, “Who is that?” She told me that it was her sister.
Intrigued, I asked if her sister was seeing anyone. With a laugh, she replied, “Oh, she’s single, but I’m not sure that you’re her type.” And with that she winked at me and walked away. At that point, I really wasn't sure what she meant by that. I was slightly hurt by her blunt statement, but I just let it go.
Three or four weeks later my client asked me to set up another computer; this time at his office building. He told me it was for a new company employee. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw the girl from the photo! The new employee was his wife’s gorgeous sister.
I couldn't help but strike up a conversation with her, and discovered that she was as personable as she was beautiful. However, as we chatted, I started looking around her office and had a startling realization. All of the art on the walls and the books on the shelves gave something away. It slowly dawned on me: she was gay! The dead giveaway was the gay pride flag that she proudly pinned on her cork board. That is what her sister had meant by ‘not her type’.
Fortunately, I realized this fact in time to keep from making a fool of myself, and Kara and I actually really hit it off. Starting that day, we developed a close friendship and would often spend time together after work shopping at the mall, getting lunch, talking about our dates, and even partying at clubs in Manhattan.
After three or four years of friendship, while Kara was in a serious relationship with another woman, she and I decided to go to a particular club in the city. At the club people were playing with glow sticks, the type that you can wear around your neck, and smaller ones that people passed around orally. Some of the girls, including Kara and her girlfriend, started passing around tiny glow sticks with their teeth. All the girls involved were other lesbians who knew Kara. The game of passing the glow sticks was just between them, leaving me out of it, I would slowly tip toe my way to the bar as they flirted with each other. But as the night went on, we got more and more drunk, and then Kara levitated towards me and surprised me by passing a glow stick to me with her mouth, kissing me in the process. This happened a few different times, and initially I wrote it off as drunken friendly fun. The final time it happened as Kara passed the stick to me, she actually kissed me more passionately and with a little bit of tongue. She then nibbled on my bottom lip. It was obvious to me that something more was going on.
To avoid hurting our tight friendship, I excused myself from the group, and made my way to the clubs unisex bathroom. It was a large 40 x 80 room with urinals on one side and stalls on the other. Drugs were prevalent in the club, "E" or "X" or cocaine were often the sight. I never used the urinals, as gay men would often look over and make you feel uncomfortable, so I waited in line to use the stall. When I entered inside, and finished urinating, I cleaned myself, and turned around to exit the stall, only to find a short drunk girl staring at me. She had snuck in the stall with me, and she said, "I've been watching you
all night dancing with those hot girls, I want to suck you, pull your pants back down and let's fuck now, in the stall."
I smiled and said, "Listen, ummm, I’m gay, we are all just hanging out having a good time, is that ok?" I don't know why I said that, as Kara's kiss was still fresh on my mind.
"You ARE gay?! How can you turn this down?" she proclaimed in big disbelief.
Indeed she was hot, great body, beautiful hair, skin, and eyes..., but just to fuck me like that, without knowing me was a big turn off. I pushed her drunk ass aside, and kissed her on the forehead and said, "Listen; there are tons of guys here. I'm sure someone will want their dick sucked, just not me."
I exited the stall, and as soon I as left, Kara was standing right outside just looking and laughing at me, nodding her head.
On our way home, I shared a cab with Kara and several other girls back to Hoboken, NJ, where I left my car to drive everyone home. We dropped the girls off one by one and she and I were left alone together in the car. When we arrived at Kara's house, she looked over at me and gave me that look, that special look, that ‘fuck me face’ we all joke about. I recognized it immediately.
"Jake, you are all over the road, come inside, the alcohol is hitting you hard," she whispered in her drunk voice, holding my wrist.
"I love you as a friend, you have been amazing to me and I don't want to lose you."
I was unbelievably shaky, and sheer butterflies ripped through me. We were both heavily drunk, and both had the attraction to one other. My mind told me to leave, but my heart told me to stay. I paused and stared into her eyes; I knew I had to say something smooth soon. As Kara invited me into her house, I was suspicious of her motives. I suspected she wanted more.
When we went inside the house things got intense. She poured us both some wine and we started chatting. I told her about some of my sexual history, including the stories of Elaine and Tina. I had mentioned Elaine to her before, but Kara was a great listener and this time I went into more detail about my experiences.
I wanted her to open up too, so I asked her when she had known that she was a lesbian and that she didn’t like men anymore. Kara said that when she was younger she had been experimenting with her sexuality. She had spent some time on a rich man’s yacht, boating along the Jersey Shore in the summer. At the time, she was the only woman on board, with several young guys in their twenties.
“What were they like?” I asked.
“Oh, they were mostly really good guys. Young, fit and hot. I liked almost all of them, except for one. He was a real asshole. I could smell it on him.”
“So what happened?”
“I agreed to have group sex with three of the guys, the ones I really liked. But the fourth man, the one I really despised, decided to force himself into the group sex. We were all pretty drunk, but I was still really clear about not wanting to be with him. I specifically told the extra guy that I didn’t want him to participate or to have sex with me, in any way.” Kara’s eyes were full of pain as she told the story, so I put my arm around her.
“So, he didn’t listen?”
“No. It…it ended up being something very similar to a gang rape, because the other men – the guys that I thought were my friends -- didn’t stop the other guy from being part of the sex act. I was telling them “no” but I was basically forced to have sex with all of them at the same time.”
I was really shocked and sad for her, but I asked her why she hadn’t fought back and tried to wrestle her way out of the situation. Kara was a tall, sturdy girl; she was extremely athletic and could take on most guys.
“Oh yeah?” she said. “You think I should have wrestled my way out?”
“Uh huh,” I nodded.
“Kinda like this…?” Smiling, Kara grabbed me and started wrestling with me. We fell back onto her couch.
I realized where things were going. “Kara, I need to tell you something.”
She pulled back. “What?”
“This reminds me of my first threesome experience. That was also with a lesbian or two, actually. And honestly, I kind of felt used. I don’t think that we should have sex unless it’s really meaningful.” Kara was surprised, but agreed with me. She brought out some bedding and set up the couch for me to sleep on.
In the morning, I was amazed to wake up and find that my hands had been bound above my head, and a blindfold had been placed over my eyes. I could smell Kara’s perfume and feel her stroking my abs. “Kara…this feels amazing, but like I told you, I don’t want to do anything unless it’s meaningful.”
She whispered in my ear, “Oh, this will be meaningful, Jake. You’re a first guy I’ve been with who really respected me.”
I felt a little nervous. “Should we use a safe word or something?”
She laughed a little. “No. This is going to be so amazing. I am going to fuck you so good that we won’t need a safe word.”
She proceeded to go down on me, making my cock stiff by licking and sucking me with her mouth and lips before she climbed on top of me and rode me to climax. She did other things to me, that I could never put into words…it was incredible. She had made her own line of candles called, "Pride Candel." She took out one of them and proceeded to drip hot wax on my body, along my chest, down to my waist, torso, cock, and balls, often quietly giggling at my pain. At the end she released my hands, but kept me blindfolded, head resting on my chest, hands caressing me. I held her firmly, we both knew, this was a night, a moment, never to be spoken about in public.
We stayed great friends afterwards, often hanging out and joking around with each other. We never really talked about it, but I knew we would never be together again sexually, and she told me on several occasions that if she ever chose to be with a guy again, it would be me.
“I want to finish telling you about Mai Ling.”
“OK. So you told me what she was wearing. What were you wearing at this point?”
“I had thrown on my ripped jeans and a v-neck tee. I wanted to look nice for her, of course, but also wanted to keep the casual vibe going.”
“Makes sense. What happened when you met?”
“Well, we really hit it off. She was very aggressive and sexual. She started touching me almost immediately, laying her hand on my arm and then along my leg as we talked. After an hour or so, she said, “Do you want to go sit in the car and make out? I really want to kiss you.”
“Oh yeah? And why is that?” I grinned at her.
“Hmmm…maybe because I think you are cute, and we’ve been having great conversation? Also…I can’t stop thinking about our sexy chats online. I feel like there is a spark between us. Being near you makes me horny.”
I was flattered and also found Mai Ling attractive, so I was happy to agree. “Sure! Sounds like a great idea.”
We went out to the car and she was like a tiger; she literally jumped into my lap and started kissing me ferociously. It had been so long since I’d experienced that level of passion that my mind was blown. It felt amazing. Her hands were roaming everywhere, and when she came to the bulge in my jeans she groaned with pleasure and anticipation. I could tell that she wanted to see it and hold it, but I held back, for now. We kept kissing and heavily petting for an hour or so, then Mai Ling drew back from me and spoke.
“Damn, you’re hot. I bet you’re an incredible fuck.” She smiled and pushed her hair back from her forehead. Her eyes were bright and full of desire.
I smiled back at her, gazing into her eyes, and stroked her inner thigh. “The reports I get back are good,” I chuckled. “I’ve also had some excellent teachers.” I remembered Marci and Tina.
“And from what I can tell, it feels like your cock is pretty fucking big.” Mai Ling was definitely blunt and straightforward.
I shrugged. “Yes, you could say that,” I paused. “Want to see?” Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and she nodded eagerly.
Slowly, I unzipped my pants and drew out my swollen cock for her to admire. She gasped when she saw it
. “Oh my God. Yes. That is what I’m talking about. Holy fuck that is gorgeous!” Her face was full of lust. She said, “Let’s go to your house and fuck now. I need you. Bad.”
I was a little taken aback by her suggestion to go to my house. I wasn’t sure what she meant. “Uh, my house? Why would we want to go there?”
She leaned in close to me, and nibbled my earlobe for a second before murmuring, “I want to fuck you in your bed. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. ”
I was puzzled. “Uh, why? I mean, why does it need to be in my bed? There’s a hotel near here. Can’t we go there?”
Mai Ling shrugged. “I just want to. I like fucking men in their beds at home. It gives me a buzz, knowing that I’m fucking them in the place where they usually sleep with their wives. Call me crazy, but it’s just what I like.”
This shocked me to my core, and I drew back a little. It didn’t feel right to me. I might not have had the best relationship with my wife, but fucking another woman in our marital bed just wasn’t acceptable to me. It was too disrespectful. I shook my head. “No, sorry. I can’t do that. It’s just not something I want to do. But why don’t we go to your place instead?”
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