by C. C. Morian
Dave had been different. He had been the first man who had really turned her on, who could usually make her come. She thought it was because he had more experience with women, Dave knew not only how to touch her, but when, how hard. There was some chemistry they had, when he was inside her, she felt so—together. She loved making him come, she’d get wet just thinking about it. Even if she didn’t have an orgasm she loved the feeling of him thrusting into her, his shivers and groans as he ejaculated.
And maybe a little of her excitement was knowing that this man, who could have been with a lot of other women, and who had probably already been with a lot of other women, wanted her.
Still, even with Dave she didn’t want their relationship to be based just on sex, and though he would have done it with her every day before their marriage and after, she resisted his urges. It wasn’t like she was parceling it out, she just thought that sex was special.
It was Dave who had tried to get her to have other kinds of sex besides intercourse. He was surprised when she didn’t want him to go down on her, he kept telling her it would feel good. Lisa had let him try, but her mind resisted, keeping her body in check. She liked it when he used his hands, his experienced fingers, but his mouth. . .she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that, even now.
Lisa had tried to give him head, with mixed success. Kissing his cock, even taking him in her mouth and sucking on him for a little while, she was fine with that. But it had taken a long time to get that far, and she still had never let him come in her mouth, something she knew Dave really wanted, something she bet a lot of women had let him do. She didn’t know why she couldn’t, seeing his cock get hard certainly excited her, but immediately she just wanted it inside her pussy, not her mouth.
In the beginning Dave had been relatively content with just intercourse, but after a year or so he started making little comments, and she could sense his disappointment with her unwillingness to experiment. It was just such a leap for her, she was coming from a different starting place. She thought she was experimenting, they were having sex in the afternoon, something she had never done. One day, while still dressed, she had let him take her bent over the bed. She had jerked him off and let him come on her tits. These were things she had never done before, they seemed almost decadent. Maybe she’d get there, after a while, maybe something would happen that would make her want to crave his cock in her mouth, make her want to taste his cum.
The question was whether Dave would run out of patience before then.
At the end of the day at work Lisa still wasn’t ready to face Dave, fearing that their argument from the night before would carry over to tonight. And she needed to shop, get the refrigerator restocked. But first, a little relaxation was in order, she needed to be somewhere other than in the house alone with Dave.
She texted him, saying she was going to make some stops on the way home, he should just go ahead and eat. He’d probably order in, since there was nothing left in the house, and she doubted he’d cook anyway. But Dave was a grown man, he could figure out how to get his dinner.
As Lisa was packing her briefcase she glanced at her bulletin board, smiling pictures of her and her girlfriends from college. That’s who she needed to chill out with. . .She picked up her phone and dialed Lori, one of her closer college friends who had just moved into the same city a few months ago.
When Lori answered, Lisa said, “Hey, girl. Settled in yet?”
“Way more than when I saw you last,” said Lori. “I’ve even found the best places to hook up.”
“Hmm,” said Lisa, but she was laughing. Lori was a lesbian, and was probably talking about a lesbian bar.
“What’s up? We need to get together.”
“That’s what I was calling about. What are you up to, right now? Have time for a drink?”
“More than one,” said Lori. “Do you know Yellow Rose?”
“I’ve heard of it but haven’t been there. Is that one of your new hookup discoveries?”
“What’s the matter, afraid you might catch something?”
Lisa laughed. This was just what she needed, a little fun time to take her mind off of Dave and their problems. “When?”
“I’m already there,” said Lori. “Get that cute butt of yours over here, and I promise I’ll protect it.”
When Lisa entered Yellow Rose she was surprised how busy the place was on a Thursday night. Nothing really hinted at it being a lesbian hangout, it looked like your basic bar restaurant. A long bar curved around to the left, fronting the usual array of tables and booths. The décor was heavy on dark paneling and dim lighting, more like a pub than a chic women’s get together. But Lisa didn’t remember ever having been in a bar catering mostly to lesbians, so what did she know?
There were a lot of women, but a reasonable amount of men too. The room was boisterous, people having fun. It was just the atmosphere Lisa needed, music pumping away even though it wasn’t even dark out yet.
She spotted Lori at a booth, waving to catch her attention. Lisa wound her way through the crowd, a little self conscious, would all these women think she was gay? She didn’t have any problem at all with gays, she had quite a few gay friends, but she was oddly ill at ease.
All that went away as Lori jumped up to give her a big hug. Lori hadn’t changed in the years since college, she still wore her hair long and straight, her beautiful, big dark brown eyes twinkling. In a fitted dress, nice jewelry, and heels, Lori was about as far from the butch look as one could imagine.
“See? You survived the gauntlet,” said Lori.
“What gauntlet?”
Lori pointed toward the bar. “Didn’t you notice everyone checking you out?”
Lisa looked over as she slid into the booth. “Really?”
“Hey, you’re beautiful. Can’t blame the girls for looking.” Lori gave her a long look. “You are beautiful. If you ever think of doing a little experimenting on the other side, I could set you up.”
Lisa blushed. “Uh, I don’t think so, but thanks.” Then she hastily added, “Not that I have anything against it, in general. For other people. . .”
Lori laughed. “Relax, girl, just giving you a hard time. I know you are a little conservative in that area.”
“Well, now that you mention it, that’s kind of something I’ve been dealing with.”
“Sounds ominous. We probably need a drink.” Lori held up a margarita pitcher. “Remember how we used to pound these down in college?”
“Do I. Back in my younger days.”
“Hey, you’re as young as you feel.” Lori poured a glass for Lisa. “To being young!” she toasted.
Lisa took a sip. It had been a while since she’d had a mixed drink, it was mostly wine now. More growing up.
“So what’s up?” asked Lori. “Everything okay?”
“Work is good,” said Lisa. “I’m moving up, I’ll probably get promoted next year.”
“That’s great! And you look amazing, I bet you are still working out, just like back in college.”
“It’s hard to find time, but I do go to the gym. You’re looking toned yourself.”
Lori held out her arms. “I’ve been lifting, can you notice? I’m worried I’m getting a little too muscular. But it really does burn the calories, and makes me have more room for these.” She held up her glass. “Plus, some of the ladies dig it.” Lori nodded toward the bar.
“Are you going to find some nice woman to marry?” asked Lisa.
“Maybe. Not yet. Still playing the field. Speaking of marriage, how’s yours?”
Lisa toyed with her glass. “Good.”
Lori frowned. “Not a very ringing endorsement. Come on, you can tell me.”
Lisa took a big hit on her margarita. “I don’t want to burden you with my problems.”
“Hey, what are girlfriends for?” Lori refilled Lisa’s glass.
“Are you sure you want to hear this?”
Lori reached for Lisa’s hand and grew serious. “I kn
ow we haven’t spent that much time together the last few years. But now that we are in the same city, I want to be your best friend. Remember how close we were in college? I want that back. I want you to feel you can tell me anything.”
Lisa’s eyes misted. “Oh, Lori, I want that too. I’ve missed you.”
The two friends stayed like that for a moment, just reconnecting. Finally Lori slipped her hand away gently and said, “Now look what you’ve made me do. Everyone will think I’m taken. I won’t get any action tonight.”
“Lori, you haven’t changed a bit,” said Lisa, laughing.
“I know, I was always the wild one of the group. Not like you, you were so much more mature than any of us.”
“I don’t think so,” protested Lisa. “Not more mature. Just more conservative.”
“Nothing wrong with that. Different strokes.”
“I envy you, sometimes,” said Lisa.
“Really? Why is that?”
“You used college to kind of find yourself, learn who you really are.” Lisa gestured toward the room. “Be comfortable doing this, being true to yourself.”
Lori shrugged. “It wasn’t who I always was. Or it was a part of me, latent. I just let it out.”
“That’s what I mean. You had the guts to try new things. I’m not like that.” Lisa hesitated. “Dave and I are having a few—issues. He wants me to try new things too.”
“Like what? Golf? Sky diving?”
Lisa finished her drink, feeling a little buzzed, two drinks without eating, something she hadn’t done in years. It was loosening her tongue a little, making this embarrassing topic easier to broach. “I wish it was that easy. I could do any of that. Shit, I could do NASCAR if that’s what Dave wanted. No, our problem is in the bedroom.”
Lori eyed her quizzically. “He’s not into that whole BDSM thing, is he?”
“No, nothing like that.” Lisa hesitated. “Maybe he is, I don’t know. He hasn’t mentioned it. He just thinks we don’t have sex enough. And when we do, he thinks it’s boring.”
Lori shook her head. “That’s kind of mean of him, if you don’t mind me saying. I didn’t know Dave well, he seemed like an okay guy from what I saw.”
“He is an okay guy, most of the time. But he was a lot more experienced with women than I was with men. He has—different expectations of what our sex life should be.”
“Like what?”
“Well, the frequency, for one. He wants to have sex all the time.”
“He’s a guy. Although I like having sex all the time, too. Don’t you like having sex with Dave?”
Lisa blushed again, but the alcohol was lowering her inhibitions. Sex wasn’t normally something she talked about, even talking to Dave about it was hard. “Actually, I do. More than with the other two men I’ve been physical with in the past. I just like it to be romantic, you know? Just last night, I’m doing dishes, and he wants a quickie with me bent over the sink.”
Lori shrugged. “Like I said, different strokes. Sex in the kitchen can be pretty hot.”
Lisa frowned. “It’s not going to help me talk about it if you take his side.”
Lori reached for Lisa’s hand again. “Sorry, that’s not what I meant. I’m on your side, always. I’m just not getting a feel for the problem, I need more detail.”
Lisa took a deep breath. “With Dave—it’s not making love, it’s just sex. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not making judgments, I know that for some people, having hookups and sex for sex’s sake is what they want. I have no problem with that. It just has never been me. Or I never had a chance to experience that, who knows, I may have liked it. But I thought being married to someone, there would be more romance.” Lisa poured herself another drink. “All of that I could probably live with. But Dave says I need to expand my horizons. He’s bored with me because I won’t do other things.”
“Like what?”
“Well, for one thing, he really likes oral sex.”
“I don’t think there are many guys who don’t like getting a blowjob,” said Lori.
“I think he likes giving it, too.”
“You don’t like getting oral sex?” asked Lori, surprised.
“I never got comfortable with it. Any kind of oral sex.”
Lori laughed. “You’d make a terrible lesbian.”
Lisa laughed too, Lori was so easy to talk to, she wasn’t making any judgments. “Back in college, is that when you found out you—if you don’t mind me asking?”
“That I liked women? Yes, that’s when I got comfortable with it. Actually, I did a lot of experimenting. Fun stuff, nothing too kinky. You know, threeways, stuff like that.”
“You don’t think a threeway is kinky?”
“Look,” said Lori. “It’s all about your frame of reference. What’s the kinkiest thing you can think of?”
Lisa considered. “I don’t know. A gangbang.”
“Oh my god, Lisa, you are a prude.” But Lori’s voice was joking.
“I guess I am,” said Lisa, laughing. “What’s your idea of kinky?”
“Rubber suits. Whips and chains, I mean real whips. Humiliation sex.”
“Sheesh, Lori, I can’t even image what some of that is.”
“That’s my point. It’s all about frame of reference. Let’s pick one. Humiliation sex. Imagine I’m in the middle of this room, naked and tied to a chair. Just out in the open for everyone to see, in this totally public place, my legs spread. Can you picture it?”
The image was shocking to Lisa. She had a hard time thinking of her friend that way, helpless, embarrassed. “People do things like that?”
“I haven’t even explained it yet. Now picture anyone in the bar, I mean anyone, man or woman, doing whatever they want to me as I’m tied there. Guys making me suck their cocks. Women making me lick them. Being bent over and fucked. And me not being able to say no.”
Lisa felt her stomach heave. “My god, people do stuff like that? Do you—?”
“No, not me. I’m not into that. I’m just trying to make a point. And yes, people do that. Not very often I don’t think, but it is a kink. It’s done. So pretend that is one end of some kind of kink spectrum, say like this.” Lori slid the pepper shaker to one end of the table. “Now let’s pick some very mundane sex, like basic intercourse in the missionary position. With a condom.” She took the salt shaker and put it at the other end of the table.
Lisa stared at it, her sex life summarized in a bottle of white powder.
Lori went on. “Let’s think of something else kinky. A little light spanking, no real pain. Where would you place that on our spectrum? Is it kinkier than the humiliation?”
“No, not at all.”
“Right. Now what about BDSM, real pain?”
“In between, closer to the humiliation.”
“Now you’re getting it. And I’m sure there are arguments about exactly what goes where. But the point is, it’s a bigger range than you think. There are dozens of kinks between the edges. Dress up fantasies. Swinging. Gang bangs. And things I probably don’t even know about, way out there, way past humiliation.” Lori looked up at Lisa. “Now tell me, where does oral sex, with your husband, fit on this spectrum?”
“I guess it’s pretty close to the regular sex, the non kinky side.”
“Very close. It’s like right on top of it. The range is so big, a threesome is probably pretty close as well.”
“You were right, I am a prude!” said Lisa, a little sadly.
“I was just kidding about that. Just because someone is only comfortable with, or has only experienced, this end of the spectrum doesn’t make you a prude. It just means you don’t want to move outside that comfort zone, or maybe you haven’t had the opportunity to see if you like it.”
Lisa nodded. “I get it. What you are saying is that the kinds of things Dave wants to do really aren’t that wild and kinky.”
“Not to him, or to most people probably. But that doesn’t man you have to do them if you don
’t want to. All I’m saying is that if people recognized how big the range is, even if they haven’t done it all, oral sex doesn’t seem that far out there.”
“I can’t believe I just got a lecture about sex using a salt and pepper shaker.”
“Speaking of salt, let’s get another pitcher.”
Lori jumped up before Lisa could object. Lisa was already feeling a little queasy, probably from the discussion as much as the booze. But it had been worth it. Lori, in her typically direct way, had put things in perspective for Lisa. Now she had a better understanding of where Dave was coming from. She’d try to open her mind a little, maybe even try again to experiment. She stared at the pepper shaker. As long as Dave didn’t have any thoughts of going to that end of the kink spectrum.
When Lori got back and poured new drinks, Lisa said, “If you don’t mind me asking—you mentioned a threeway. I can’t even imagine how that would get started.”
“Like a lot of first time things, we were pretty drunk.”
“So, just you and two other women were drinking somewhere, and you decided to, what, start kissing?”
Lori shook her head. “No, no, it wasn’t with two other women. It was with two guys.”
Lisa almost spit out her drink. “Huh? I thought—”
“Honey, I’m not a lesbian. I’m bisexual. I’m mostly into woman, but I like a good cock too, although less and less these days. But my first sexual experiences were with guys. I didn’t get into women until junior year of college.”
“That’s when we started hanging out, I always thought—”