Starting Over 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.