Jen’s Family Four Years On

In September of 2012, Jen, a 19 year old student new at University after a gap year, and looking to find somewhere to watch “Jeopardy” in quiet – finds herself unwittingly in a lesbian bar, and meets a 27 year-old nurse. After the first sex-filled night of her life, she spends a second with Christine and learns intriguing details about Christine’s mother. As a result Jen finds herself invited to a lesbian orgy with Christine and realizes the two girls are in love. After coming out to her family, Jen, on New Year 2013, moves in to a new flat with Christine. [Jen Finds Jeopardy! and Herself, chapters 1 to 4]

This story continues four years later at the start of spring 2017. England legalized same sex marriage in 2014 and Jen and Christine got married on January 1st, 2015 in a private ceremony. Jen’s dad was diagnosed with cancer in 2016 and died after a mercifully short illness. His horse breeding and training business has been bought by a husband and wife couple of vets, except for the house where Jen’s mum, Margaret, still lives. Jen graduated from university also in 2016, fortunately before her dad died, and she and Christine have bought an old three bedroom cottage in a village about 20 minutes drive from the precision injection molding company where Jen manages production. Christine is still at the same hospital, but has been promoted to being a Sister in the Intensive Care Unit, and now works mostly day-time hours. Jen’s sister Jackie, now 19, is at the same university Jen was at, living in a dorm room. And after admiring Christine’s bright red Fiat, Jen has bought herself a metallic blue one.

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One Tuesday evening, Jen and Christine were watching Jeopardy! on the PVR when the phone rang. It was Jackie, Jen’s sister, and she was crying. Christine answered the phone, and Jen heard Jackie’s voice gabble on at the other end. All Christine said was “When?” and then, “Okay, we’re coming!” She put down the phone.

Christine turned to Jen and said “Get your coat, we’ll take my car. Somebody tried to rape Jackie.”

“We should take mine.”

“Don’t be silly, You’ll be too concerned for Jackie to concentrate on driving. We need to keep you free to care for her.”

Christine, as usual, turned out to be the older and wiser one, and off they went. Jackie was waiting outside the dorm building, both sisters got in the back so Jen could put her arm around Jackie to comfort her. It turned out the whole event was reminiscent of Jen’s own experience – a boy, having chatted to Jackie over a few evenings, and having bought a couple of drinks, felt he was entitled to have access to her body.

Unlike when Jen went to university as a 19 year-old, very naïve, shy, and flat-chested girl, Jackie at the same age had quite a shapely figure with a noticeable and firm bosom. Perhaps this had made her little more street smart than her sister, and when the guy came on to her in the Student’s Bar, trying to get a hand down her jeans after standing behind her and grabbing at her breasts, she threw her drink at him and kicked him where he didn’t enjoy it. He was immediately surrounded by his friends shouting at Jackie, claiming she couldn’t take a joke, and her friends – not so many – shouted back. The end result was that both students were thrown out and banned for a week.

“Since when is it a joke to shove your hand down a girl’s jeans, inside her knickers, and grab bare skin? Or to reach round her with both hands and try and squeeze her boobs?”

“It isn’t,” agreed Christine. “Listen, I think I can put up with you for a few days, until your ban is up, and hopefully things will have blown over by then. But, Jackie, I must admit I wouldn’t call groping you in public ‘rape’, but it is bloody insensitive to say the least. It’s just, it might be more diplomatic in the longer term to avoid that word.”

“I guess. The sad part is that up until then I quite liked him and was even going to suggest we had a proper date somewhere. But not now, he just didn’t have either the patience or the manners to wait to be invited to enjoy my body.”

The next morning, Christine had a later start and Jen phoned the plant to say she would be late in, and they both waited for Jackie to emerge from the guest room. She came out wearing her jeans, and topless. Jen’s boobs had finally grown a little – Christine said it was a hormone change caused by contentment – but they were still no match for Jackie’s. She was a good B, if not just a C, and they didn’t sag at all, given her age. She was completely unabashed at showing them in front of Jen and/or Christine.

“I see the girls are still perky!” joked Jen and got a smile and a gesture of throwing some imaginary object at her.

“Can I ask you something, Jen?” asked Jackie.

“Sure”

“So how long did it take you to realize you were a lesbian?”

Somehow, Jen knew this question was going to come up one day from her sister, given Jen’s four year relationship with Christine. “I don’t know, is the honest answer. I had never dated boys much. I mean, I hung around in a mixed boy-girl group, but while at school we never paired up or got serious, except for Marjorie, and a fat lot of good that did her!”

Christine laughed. “The real answer is not complicated, Jackie, Jen found herself by mistake in a lesbian club, I saw her sitting there completely out of place and nervous, and I asked her to dance. Jen, tell Jackie your favorite Disney princess…”

“Oh, I know that already,” said Jackie, “It’s Snow White.”

“Right,” said Christine. “Snow White fell in love when she was kissed by Prince Charming. One kiss was all it took to steal her heart. Well, in your sister’s case, it was one kiss by Princess Charming. One kiss!”

Jen made the gesture of throwing an imaginary object, shook her head at Christine’s explanation, and then said “An over simplification, but close to the truth. It wasn’t the first kiss, on it’s own, but the deal was sealed with the first orgasm!” They all laughed.

Jackie sat down and looked at both Christine and Jen. “My only orgasms have been self-inflicted. I’ve had boys kiss me, but they never even got my pulse rate to rise, and sometimes I think all they want is to get to my boobs. Maybe I should go and try this club of yours and experiment with what turns me on…..”

Christine said, “We’re thinking of going there on Friday if you want to tag along. Think about it, don’t decide anything now. Just realize, you’re you, Jen’s Jen and I’m me – you might not fall for the first pretty girl to kiss you.”

“Princess Charming, my foot.” said Jen, but she was smiling.

After Christine left for work, Jen phoned in again to say she was taking the day off, family matters, and then drove Jackie to the dorm to grab some clothes.

Friday evening saw them get to the club around 8:30, just as the band was striking up, and they found a table in the corner where they could see the whole room. The music was up tempo, and Jen and Christine showed they could still cut it on the dance floor. As they were walking off the floor, they accidently bumped into a striking blond, who turned around immediately.

“Christine! Jen! What a surprise!”

The blond was Sue, daughter of a friend of Christine’s Mum. The four years had been kind to her. She had finally learned the full skills of make-up and it was so much more soft and subtle than they remembered. Her figure and her hair hadn’t changed much, but she was so much more confident as a woman.

Christine introduced Sue to Jackie, and Sue explained that they had met at her first attendance of one of Christine’s Mum’s naked lesbian soirees.

“The only one I’ve been to, actually,” said Sue, “although I did enjoy it. First these two seduced me and then Sandra, Christine’s mum took me to bed…. It was my first lesbian experience, and I learned a lot….”

“Sound fun,” said Jackie, looking quizzically at Jen. “You didn’t tell me about these parties.”

“Nothing to tell. They’re lesbian parties. Until you decide that’s what you are, you won’t be invited – simple as that. And what happens at the party stays at the party,” she said, giving Sue a look.

Sue looked down at the floor, and muttered “Sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

Christine said, “Let it pass, do you want to join us and fill us in on what you’ve been up to?”

Sue’s story was that after the party, she realized she was drawn to girls far more than boys, and when an opportunity to go to the States arose to work with a leading film-industry make-up house, she went, and decided to forego boys while she was there and discover her real self. It turned out after a few relationships that she really was lesbian. However one partner screwed her over both emotionally and sexually by defrauding her of money and then dumping her for a man. Gloria, her mother, needed surgery so Sue came back to nurse her mum, who was now fully recovered. She was doing make-up on a BBC series filming not too far away, and so here she was, staying in a nearby Air B&B apartment.

Sue excused herself to pop to the bathroom, and Jackie looked at Jen. “She’s very, very attractive,” said Jackie.

“Professional war paint. I’ve seen her on a Sunday morning after a party with no make-up. Yes, even then she’s attractive, but no prettier than you.” But Jen could tell Jackie was smitten.

When a slow dance came on some time later, Christine and Jen went out to dance it. They snuggled up, and Christine kissed Jen. “We’re like an old married couple, aren’t we?” remarked Christine.

“Less of the old, if you don’t mind, even if we are a married couple. Spin us round discretely and look at Jackie and Sue.”

Christine chassed around smoothly. There was Sue, taking the lead in a dance, with Jackie snuggled up to her very closely. Sue, being slightly taller, was looking down on Jackie, whose eyes were fixed on her partner. Their breasts were jammed together and as Christine watched, Sue put her hand between Jackie’s shoulder blades and pulled her in, and they kissed – a kiss that lasted well into the next dance. At the end of that dance the two girls left the floor, picked up their drinks from where they had been sitting with Jen and Christine, and headed for a table in a dimly lit alcove….

“Ah, young love,” said Christine, ‘they remind you of anybody we know?”

At the end of the evening, Jen asked Jackie if she was coming back to the cottage with them. Jackie replied that Sue wanted her to stay a little bit longer and had offered to drive her back to the cottage, so Jen and Christine left.

They were in bed, relaxing after enjoying each other’s bodies for a while, when they heard Sue’s car pull up. However, no-one came in, so half an hour later, Jen put on her robe and grabbed a flashlight, without switching it on. She walked quietly to the car and then switched it on. Two topless women suddenly jerked apart. Jen opened the passenger door, where Jackie was sitting. “You do know the guest room bed is a lot more comfortable, don’t you? We can manage four for breakfast as long as it is before noon.” She switched off the light and returned to bed giggling. “You remember that old Debbie Reynold’s song ‘Tammy’s in Love’?” she asked Christine, “Well, I think Jackie’s in love, or at least in lust!”

Christine laughed and started to run her tongue down Jen’s body….

Sue and Jackie covered themselves up and went to the guest room as quietly as they could. Once there, they hugged and then started to undress each other. Given they had already been topless with each other out in the car, they decided there was no need for subtlety and went for it to get naked and into bed. They lay on their sides facing each other and kissed. Their nipples were rubbing against each other’s, getting harder and more pronounced, and their hands were caressing each others backs. But when their pubic bones met, bush to bush, the sparks started to fly. They rubbed against each other, and Sue reached down to thrust her hand in between them to find Jackie’s vagina. When Sue’s fingers started to penetrate her Jackie just moaned. When Sue’s fingers found that internal rough spot, Jackie’s body started to roll on the bed and her legs were as wide open as she could get them. Before Jackie could come, Sue turned around on the bed and put her face between Jackie’s legs and started to kiss and lick and suck and bite every part of the younger girl’s womanhood, fingers still inside Jackie. Seeing Sue’s hips alongside her head, Jackie started to pull Sue over her, and so got into her first ever 69, to be quickly followed by the first orgasm she ever had that was not self-inflicted. And that was followed moments later by the first orgasm she gave someone else…..

At breakfast, Jen was relieved to see Jackie at least wearing a top, even if it was clear there was nothing under it. “Sleep well?” she asked, while winking at Christine.

Jackie giggled. “Eventually.”

Sue emerged, minus war paint, but still in the tight jeans and crop top from the night before.

Christine took control of the situation. “I suggest that we have breakfast, and then if Sue is free for the week-end, she takes Jackie to get some more clothes, grabs some from her place, too, and you both come back here, and we’ll have a girls’ weekend. At least, it being the weekend, we’re spared Jeopardy! I’ll make sure Jen watches the recording from last night before you get back.”

Sue looked perplexed at the reference to Jeopardy! and Christine quickly filled her in that it was in search of somewhere to watch Jeopardy! without student boys around that lead her into the lesbian club where they met. “I always felt that I should have invited Alex Trebek to our wedding,” she joked.

And so that evening, they enjoyed a good dinner, and copious quantities of wine, as no-one had to drive. At Jackie’s insistence, Christine explained about her mum leading a life in the nude and having women-only naked sex parties. Jen explained how her first one was only a week after meeting Christine, and how she had been so wonderfully seduced by Sandra, Christine’s mum. Then Sue told Jackie about her threesome with Christine and Jen, and then finally her seduction at the hands and mouth of Sandra. Jackie listened open-mouthed and wide-eyed. “Our mum knows nothing about any of this, Jen.”

“I know, and we will keep it that way unless she ever needs to know. There is a reason why it’s called a ‘private life’ and you will respect that.”

Christine laughed. “I think mum’s planning a soiree in a couple of months time. I know she is planning something but won’t tell me what just yet. So if you’re a good girl, maybe we’ll invite you and Sue along for the experience. Now, anybody up for a bit of lesbian pornography?”

Jen and Sue said “Yes!” Jackie almost choked with surprise. Jen and Christine sat on the love seat, the other two on the sofa. As the movie went on, Jen and Christine started to undress each other. Jackie watched in amazement, but didn’t protest when Sue started to undress her. Before long, four naked girls were not watching the movie….. They eventually paired off and went to their respective rooms.

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Sunday evening, Sue went back to her rental, as she had early starts all that week. She accepted Christine’s offer to return on Friday, and laughed when Jen asked, “Do you want us to keep Jackie here for you, or are you going to trade her in for a newer model?”

“She’s only been a lesbian for two days, so I don’t think there are any newer models around yet, so I’ll keep her for now!”

Jackie looked up and asked “Don’t I have anything to say about this?”

There was a chorus of three “Nos.”

Monday evening Christine returned from work. She had driven Jackie into university that morning, and now Jackie was staying longer, she was going to come back in her own car with the rest of her clothes. Jackie’s car was her mum’s old one, when she acquired dad’s car when he died. Because she had an evening class, Jackie was not yet back.

“Guess what?” said Christine, “although there’s no way you will…. Sandra has invited your mum down for a visit…”

“Pardon?”

“Sandra has invited Margaret down for a visit. She has decided your mum needs a change of scene and has invited her down for an extended visit.”

“Has she told mum that a change of scene means walking around naked all day?”

“No. She has decided that for the first three days she will let your mum stay fully clothed and will be that way herself. On the third evening, she will explain everything to your mum, who will then be offered the choice to do as the Romans do or go home. Any guesses as to which she’ll choose?”

“No. Before dad died, it would have been obvious, but now, I sense she is a little lonely, and I’m sure she’s missing having a sex life, so that may be what’s behind Sandra’s offer.”

“Hadn’t thought of that… I think we don’t tell Jackie until your mum makes up her own mind after the three days, unless of course, she chooses to tell her.”

“When’s mum going there?”

“Wednesday morning, the big reveal will be Friday night, and you and I are banned from going there, as is Charlie, thankfully. Meeting Sandra will be enough for Margaret without throwing Charlotte into the mix.”

“Oh to be a fly on the wall,,,,,” said Jen.

Christine laughed. “My mother is lethal with fly spray!”

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Wednesday morning, Margaret arrived at Sandra’s. It was the first time that she had seen the big Tudor-styled house, and stood and looked at it for a while before heading for the front door. Sandra watched and waited for Margaret to be almost at the door before throwing it open and welcoming Margaret with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“So glad you could come”.

“So nice of you to invite me, you have a lovely house.”

“Well, for the next few days, it’s also yours so feel free to wander around. Let’s get your cases upstairs and then have lunch. Mrs. Cook has already prepared it.”

So over a light lunch of cold poached salmon and salad, and a glass of Pinot Grigio, they started to get to know each other. Sandra told the tale of her husband deserting her for a younger woman, and dying three months later – “I knew he couldn’t handle that much sex!” – and how it turned out he was a lot richer than anyone thought, so she invested wisely in a good mixed portfolio, and how she now had this place, and Mrs. Cook to look after her.

“Never thought of remarrying?” asked Margaret.

“Initially, but every male I met seemed more interested in the figures in my bank statement than my figure, and they all had plans as to what they could do with my money. So now, no men.”

After lunch, they walked around the garden. “Must be a lot of work,” said Margaret.

Sandra shook her head. “I have a guy comes in three mornings a week, Now it’s all laid out and tidy, that’s all it needs. In by 8 and out by 12, them’s the rules,” she said without explaining why they were the rules. “Did you bring your swimsuit as I asked?”

On getting an affirmative answer, Sandra showed Margaret the pool, then suggested they both get changed and meet back at the pool. Sandra deliberately waited until she knew Margaret had gone downstairs and would be at the pool, before quietly opening the door in her room that allowed her to jump from her bedroom straight into the pool. The sudden splash behind her caused Margaret to shriek as she turned around, and then burst out laughing.

“Well, that’s one way to make an entrance,” she said when she got her breath back.

“My secret silly pleasure – out of bed and into the pool,” said Sandra, laughing.

They swam, drank wine, chatted a little, had a poolside nap, and just relaxed the time away. Mrs. Cook prepared a nice supper, and after watching the news on TV they both retired to their rooms.

The next morning saw Margaret come downstairs in her swimsuit, to find Sandra already in the pool, and the door from her room open. “That’s quite the feature,” said Margaret. Sandra looked at Margaret’s quite shapely figure, albeit a little slimmer than her own, and remarked that Margaret too had quite the features, and curves where curves should be. Margaret blushed but felt quite good about herself.

They had a late breakfast, and then decided to have a drive around the countryside. Sandra texted Mrs. Cook to say they had decided to eat out at a nice pub, and so they would not be needing dinner. And so Thursday passed quietly into history.

Friday started the same way, with Sandra leaping into the pool in a bikini, and Margaret walking down in her swimsuit. They later played Scrabble, and Sandra just won the best of three. In the afternoon, around three o’clock, Sandra took Margaret into the library, together with a nice bottle of Cote du Rhone Rouge.

“We need to talk,” said Sandra, “There’s some things you need to know about me, and our daughters, and life around here. I told you how I gave up men because they wanted my money?”

“Yes. I am even wondering if I need to think about that with a couple of male friends I have who suddenly want to be protective and helpful.”

“Certainly you should,” replied Sandra. “Can I ask, do you miss sex? Was your sex life good with your husband?”

Margaret blushed, a very deep red. “Unfortunately for my current state, our sex life was not only very good, it was wonderful and fantastic. We even found a spot that we could go to in the summer and skinny dip and make love on the bank afterwards. We were sexually active right to the end. That’s the problem, no man has ever turned me on like John, and no-one probably will, either. And fingers and rabbits are not a very satisfying replacement.”

Sandra laughed. “Know what you mean.”

And that was when they had what, miles away, Christine was referring to as ‘The Talk’ when she and Jen got home early from work. It was not arranged to be early, but both wanted to be there should Sandra phone….

Sandra explained to Margaret how she gave up men, and instead drew her sexual pleasure from women. She explained that she now lived naked, unless there were men in the house, and avoided going too near the windows on the three mornings the gardener was working. “But then, he leaves at 12.” Sandra also explained to Margaret that it was not her intention that the two of them should become regular lovers – unless it just happened – but that she, Sandra, was only too willing to initiate Margaret into the lesbian style of love making. She also explained about her little soirees, and having the house full of naked women able to indulge themselves any way they wanted, indoors or outdoors, and able to have free and open sex with anyone who attracted them.

“Has Jen been to one of these?” asked Margaret.

“Oh yes. Her first was one week after she met Christine and was still getting to know if she was truly a lesbian. They were so in love that week-end, but I did get to spend some very intimate time with Jen to help her understand her body in the context of all-women sex.”

There was a pause as Margaret let this sink in. “So you and my daughter have been lovers?”

“Just the once. Generally Christine and Jen stay together at these parties, although they have been known to participate in some threesomes or small groups….”

“Really? So are you offering to orientate me into the lesbian life style?”

“Only if you really want to. We can continue with your visit, as we have been doing, clothed normally, or you can admit to being shocked and go home this evening or tomorrow, or you can stay as long as you like, and we shall cavort around the place naked. By the way, don’t worry about Cookie – she’s used to all the nudity, but doesn’t think that she should be naked as it could be dangerous or unhealthy in the kitchen. More wine, by the way?”

“Yes please.”

Sandra poured more wine and sat back in her chair and left the silence to hang for a while. When she had finished her own wine, Sandra sat upright.

“So, here’s the deal. I am going up to my room now. If what I have told you shocks or embarrasses you, simply pack your bags and leave. If you want to stay on the same basis as we have been on, clothed, then dinner will be at 7. And if you want to consider a change of life style, come to my room. At least when you arrive, if you come to my room, I will be dressed, but I will not guarantee that will remain the case.”

“For either of us, I would imagine,” added Margaret. “So how long do you anticipate the orientation to last?”

“I think at least four nights, counting tonight as the first one.”

“I see.”

Sandra stood up. “I will leave you to think it over. Help yourself to more wine, unless you are planning to drive home now.” And with that Sandra left the room.

Margaret stood up and walked around the room, looking at the books and sipping her wine. This was the weirdest proposition in her life. Before she met John and after he died, she had received quite a few propositions from men, but never one from a woman, She could not see herself letting another lover, another man, into their bedroom, even though now it was solely hers, but what about a woman? It would at least not be the same. There would be no direct comparisons. Prior to finding out that Jen was gay, it was not something with which she had any experience, and yet Jen’s relationship with Christine was clearly and completely based on love, just like her life with John. Just different ways of acting on it, that’s all. She could stay here for four more days without a problem, now that the stables had been sold. She was living alone anyway, and only had herself to account to. And Sandra did seem fun, in an unconventional way. And what was wrong with some purely hedonistic pleasure for once?

She finished her glass of wine. Looking at the bottle, she realized that Sandra had left enough wine in the bottle for two small glasses, so she picked up both glasses and the bottle, and quietly headed upstairs.

Sandra heard a quiet knock on her door. “Come in.”

Margaret came in, put the bottle and glasses on a side table, and said, “There’s one condition on all of this…”

“Which is?”

“If I am going to be a new me, and not the old me, a new woman and not a grieving widow, I want a new name to go with it all. If you want me to stay, call me Meg. It what I was called by my dad when I was young and carefree, and if you are going to remake me, I want to be remade as that free spirit that I was as Meg. No grieving, just freedom.”

Sandra stepped forwards, embraced Meg and pulled her in towards herself.

“Come here, Meg, let me kiss you…..” And Meg experienced her first fully sensual and sexual kiss by a woman, felt a woman’s tongue on her lips, and opened her mouth to accept it. Sandra guided them across the room and they fell, still embraced, still kissing, on to the bed. They laughed, wriggled themselves completely on the bed, and kissed again. Meg was surprised how soft Sandra’s lips were.

Sandra was wearing a knitted button-through cardigan and trousers, and it wasn’t long before Meg had all the buttons of the cardigan undone, and was pulling the cardigan off Sandra, exposing the fullness of her breasts. Meg’s breasts were not small, but Sandra out-busted her, so to speak. Sandra was braless, and so Meg without even thinking of what she was doing set upon sucking on Sandra’s nipples, criss-crossing between them. “Oh, that’s nice,” cooed Sandra, and started to pull down the zip on the back of Meg’s dress. “Kneel up” ordered Sandra, and Meg’s dress was pulled up over her head and was thrown on the floor. The bra followed. Meg leaned down, with her hands just off Sandra’s shoulders, and started her breasts swinging across Sandra’s. Then they embraced tightly, squeezing their breasts between them. Sandra rolled Meg on to her back, and started to pull at her panties. Meg’s dark bush was soon exposed, and then the panties too found themselves on the floor.

“In case you were wondering, you’re going to sleep in here with me for the rest of your stay.”

“Does that mean I get to leap out of bed and leap out of the door into the pool?” asked Meg, and got a nod and a smile.

“Well,” said Sandra, “I’ve got you dressed for dinner, now you should dress me properly, but before you do, I must send Mrs. Cook a text.”

The text read, ‘Normal seating for dinner’.

“Normal seating?” asked Meg.

“Oh, yes, can’t have naked pussies on the best furniture,” laughed Sandra, “so Mrs. Cook will place two covers on two chairs, as there is only us for dinner.”

“Does Mrs. Cook live in?” asked Megs.

“No, she lives in the village with her sister. Her sister actually enjoys my soirees sometimes – she has the biggest boobs in the village! But Cookie never comes to them. Spoils her self-appointed image as The Housekeeper.”

“Well,” said Meg, “let’s finish getting you dressed for dinner,” and proceeded to unfasten and remove Sandra’s trousers and panties.

Sandra poured the last drop of the Cote du Rhone and proposed a toast to “Nudity and all who enjoy it.” They sat on the bed to finish the wine, and Sandra then suggested a shower before dinner, and they went into the walk-in shower together. It was the first time Meg had shared a shower since John died, but that, of course, was not with a woman. They took time to explore each other, and wash all the intimate places. Drying took its time too.

“We can have dinner earlier than the 7 that I said, that was only if we were eating clothed, so that Cookie would know by the time what was happening. Now we’ll get dinner at 6:30 as usual and then we will make love. How’s that sound?”

Meg decided that she would show how it sounded, by embracing the now dry and naked Sandra and kissing her, with full tongue action.

“This could become an easy habit to get into,” said Meg, “Kissing and hugging in the nude.”

“Just wait till I move off your lips on to other parts….” teased Sandra.

“As long as you don’t make me wait too long.”

Christine’s phone buzzed a little while later. “Message from Sandra,” she called out to Jen, “Your mother is staying until Tuesday morning.”

“Woohoo” said Jen and gave Christine a hug, “but I don’t think we’ll tell Jackie yet, mum may prefer to tell her herself.”

Over dinner, Meg confessed to Sandra that she surprised herself by how willing she was to undress Sandra, and kiss and be kissed. “Maybe the absence of intimate touching finally caught up with me,” she surmised, “but I did seem to take to it like a duck to water.”

“You have had a lifetime of intimate touching with one person with whom you were completely in love. Christine told me how she felt about you and your husband when she went up to visit you just after Christmas the year they met. She was so pleased to spend time with what she called a ‘normal family’ who were not ashamed to expose their emotions and love. She even mention Gran and Grampa getting in on the act.”

“Oh, Lord, yes, My dad is still at it, just not quite as often, he says. Describes himself as a Clean Old Man, but the way they behave I’m not so sure. After mum had me, she wasn’t able to have any more kids, which was perhaps as well, because according to her, dad was a sex machine, and by now I would have an army of brothers and sisters. Would make for expensive Christmases.”

Both women laughed, but Meg suddenly realized that, nice as dinner was, relaxed as she now was with Sandra, it was what was going to happen later that evening that was exciting her. Even just sitting chatting and eating, she could see her enlarged nipples, and was grateful for the cover on the chair….

Around 9 o’clock, the pair strolled upstairs. Meg let Sandra take her by the hand, and the two of them, already naked, went into Sandra’s room. Meg had been in Sandra’s room earlier, but now looked around it with a bit more focus, Sandra laid on the bed and waited. Eventually, Meg turned to Sandra and smiled and crossed over to the bed, She lay down and they embraced, their faces close but not touching.

“You need to understand a few things. Making love is making love, regardless of whether the people are same sex or not. It becomes making love because of the bond between them, so what you and John did, what Jen and Christine do, is making love. Having sex is different. It is not about the bond; it should be about a keen desire to create sexual pleasure in each other respectfully. No domination, for example, without consent; no forcing the partner into things that make them uncomfortable. And that applies even more so if there are more than two people involved. In this house, all of the parties are strictly women only. My daughter Charlotte, who is married, has sex with – or makes love to – her husband when they both come here, but only in the privacy of their own room. If she chooses to come to a soiree and indulge, that is a completely separate thing. I gather Charles doesn’t mind, but that’s between the two of them. She tells me he wants to be in a polyamorous threesome, with another woman in the mix. That’s up to them, but that would not happen at my soirees. They are not wife-swapping parties.

Whether you go home next week as a lesbian, as bi-sexual, or as deciding you really only want men, that’s up to you, and you will receive no criticism from me. And if when you go home you turn into a lesbian nymphomaniac, I simply hope you can find enough women to keep you satisfied.”

“Well, that covers all the bases.” said Meg with a smile, “May I kiss you?”

The kiss started off very gentle, almost nervous, but as hands found and squeezed nipples, and mouths opened and tongues danced, pulses raced a little, and there was a certain amount of rolling, one woman on top and then the other. Then Sandra laid Meg on her back and started to wiggle her finger tips on Meg’s bare flesh. First she brushed all around the nipples, and then up and down the valley between Meg’s breasts. Meg lay back, waiting to surrender to whatever Sandra had in mind. This was the first time in her life she had ever engaged in sex without it being with the person she loved, and she was keen to understand, to feel, Sandra’s point about the distinction between making love and having respectful, balanced, consensual trusting sex.

The journey of Sandra’s fingers down her body was very slow, and very sensuous, and even though Meg knew exactly what she was planning to do with her fingers, the expectation was a kind of gentle torture. As Sandra approached Meg’s bush, Meg began to really feel a reaction inside her body. Those silly Harlequin novels talked about women getting ‘a feeling in their loins’ and for the first time she realized exactly what that felt like. Inside her vagina, she could feel already the moisture starting to form, and when Sandra’s fingers pulled apart the hood of her clit and touched it, her hips lifted involuntarily off the bed. But then she heard and felt Sandra move around on the bed, felt a hand on her knee, moving it over, even while the other hand was still teasing her clit. Then she felt a warm sensation on her vagina and realized that Sandra’s mouth was hovering just above it. And then the tip of a tongue touched her clit.

She and John had indulged many times in oral sex, and enjoyed it, but this was different. John used to love to wake her in the morning by licking her womanhood, but she could always feel the stubble on his chin rubbing on her sensitive skin. It wasn’t unpleasant, just a fact of love making. But now, the skin around the tongue was so smooth, it brushed lightly over her outer and inner lips. The effect was to focus the sensation so much more on what her clit was feeling. She heard herself moaning in a combination of satisfaction and expectation. Sandra was now kneeling between her legs, was sliding her hands under Meg’s thighs and over her belly, and was using her thumbs to rub Meg’s clit as her tongue start to penetrate Meg’s vaginal tunnel. Meg grabbed Sandra’s head and held it firmly in place. No way was she going to let Sandra stop until Meg’s accumulated frustration of over 6 month’s absence of another sexual body playing with hers was completely relieved.

Meg came. Not once, not twice, god, not even three times. She came in waves that couldn’t be counted. She came in waves that wracked her body and threw her hips up into the air. She cried out to the gods of sex to save her from total destruction.

And then, she cried. Real tears, running down the temples because she was laying on her back, Running into her hair. Her body was shaking, partially from the reaction to the climaxes, and partly from the tears. Sandra moved up the bed, and after recovering a tissue from her bedside table, began to dry Meg’s tears, and to kiss her face lightly. Meg grabbed on to Sandra as if avoiding falling off a cliff into a black hole. Beside Sandra’s bed was a switch that switched on and off every light in her bedroom. She plunged the room into darkness, and they lay there, on top of the covers, and drifted off to sleep.

A couple of hours later, they stirred and got into bed properly, still not exchanging a word. Sandra spooned up behind Meg, and kissed her chastely on the shoulder, and said “Good night.” They were the only words spoken.

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Margaret – now Meg – was not the only one for whom this was an unusual week.

Back on the previous Monday, Christine had driven Jackie back to the university. Jackie had an evening class, and told Christine that she might stay in her dorm room that night – avoiding the Student’ Union room of course – and go back to the cottage on Tuesday.

“Up to you, but just be careful. Don’t open your room to strangers.” She kissed Jackie, which Jackie thought strange as Christine had never done that before, but then again, Jackie had never spent two sex-filled nights with a woman before, as she just had with Sue. As she got out of the car, she realized it was more like the kiss her sister Jen would give, so that was okay.

She went into her first class, and was surprised to be approached by Betty. Betty was a shy girl, just 20, a little on the chubby side, that never seemed to be with anyone, so it was strange that she spoke to Jackie. Jackie had skipped classes since the previous Wednesday after the incident in the Student’s Union.

“Are you alright? I wondered where you were.”

“I stayed at my sister’s, and probably will most of this week, except possibly tonight.”

“Oh, okay. Missed you and was worried about you, that’s all.”

“Thanks.”

They kept each other company that day as they had the same classes, until they came out of their evening class. It was getting dark. Betty didn’t live in the same building as Jackie, but generously offered to walk with Jackie back to Jackie’s dorm. “But how about you getting back to your place? Will you be safe?”

Betty laughed. “The boys don’t care about me. Little old, chubby old, shy old me. I don’t exist to them. I once threatened to walk into class naked to see if anyone noticed, and my friends laughed at me…”

They got to Jackie’s building. “Come in, I have a bottle of red wine we can open, if you want?” And so they climbed the stairs to Jackie’s room.

Whether it was her time with Sue, or whether it was Betty’s insecurities, or what, but Jackie saw Betty again for the first time. They sat on the bed, Jackie leaning against the headboard, legs down the bed, and Betty sitting on the edge facing her, feet on the floor. The wine was going down, and both were relaxing. Betty leaned forward to put her glass on the night table and looked at Jackie.

“Can I tell you something? Please don’t laugh at me.”

“Why would I laugh?”

“I haven’t told you yet….”

“Okay, go ahead.”

“I was there, last Tuesday. I felt so sorry for you, being disrespected like that, and I really wanted to cheer when you kicked that boy…. but the thing is, that really is eating at me, that I have to tell you, is….I’ve got a crush on you – have had since a few days into our first term…..”

Prior to Friday, Jackie would have immediately laughed, but that was prior to Friday. Her dilemma now was what to say. She had already realized as the day went on that Sue was great for Jackie’s initial seduction, but she was too self-centered a person to be a long-term part of Jackie’s life. Even that comment about her being too new a lesbian for there to be a later model to swap her for demonstrated to Jackie exactly what Sue was like. Her stories of her affairs in the States – it all had become clear to Jackie as she had gone through today’s classes and silently thought back over the week-end, that it had been fun with Sue while it lasted, but it had really run its course. She was convinced that in due course, Sue would tire of her. Not only that, but she realized she was starting to tire of Sue.

And now here was this shy, chubby insecure girl admitting to a crush….

Betty stood up. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave now. I shouldn’t have said anything. You’ll find the right boy and be fine.” She turned to go.

“Sit down, now!” Betty could tell it was an order, and she sat down in an automatic reaction.

“I have so much I will need to tell you, but I can’t right now. Maybe over breakfast in the morning I will be able to sort it out into words, but for now….” and Jackie reached out and grabbed Betty’s hand and pulled her in to her and kissed her. After a stunned moment of resistance, Betty opened her mouth and the kiss got deeper and deeper. After a few minutes, they broke the kiss and stared at each other.

“Stand up.” Betty stood up, and so did Jackie. She walked behind Betty and pulled the zip down on the thick-material dress she was wearing. It fell to the floor, and Betty kicked it away. Jackie undid Betty’s bra, threw it down and reached around from behind and took her full breasts, one in each hand, and squeezed them. She felt Betty lean back into her. Jackie knelt down and pulled down Betty’s plain white cotton panties, more like schoolgirl knickers. She kissed the two buttocks in front of her, turned her around, and buried her face into Betty’s pubic hair. Surprisingly, it was trimmed into a neat shape, and a short length and so Jackie’s tongue could easily find Betty’s vagina lips and lick them. In a stray thought, Jackie realized that Betty’s groin had a natural smell of a delicate feminine soap, and not like something out of a perfume bottle.

Betty said “If you keep that up I will fall down.” Jackie’s response was to push Betty on to the bed.

Betty lay on the bed, watching as Jackie stripped naked. She lay full length on top of Betty, who wrapped her legs around her. Their pubic mounds rubbed against each other.

After a while, Jackie slid off Betty, and lay on her side facing her. Betty rolled to face Jackie and smiled. Jackie studied Betty’s naked body, and compared it with Sue’s. Sue’s was gorgeous, magazine perfect, flawless, and really, when you got down to it, fake, manufactured and made-up to be noticed. Betty’s had some surplus, what Dad used to sometimes refer to in a woman as ‘upholstery’, but she wasn’t obese, just chubby. She was natural. What you see was what you got. A perfectly normal young woman.

“Betty, you have a beautiful smile. It’s warm and natural, and needs absolutely no make-up. Maybe tomorrow, you’ll understand the significance of that. Tonight, we will not make love because I need you to know about me before we do. I also need to send a text to my sister, and then I want us to get under the covers and go to sleep. Our first class tomorrow is late, so we can talk, and if after we talk, you still like me, we’ll go from there….”

The text read: “Not coming to the cottage tonight, probably not for a few days. Developments here at ‘home’. Can you cancel Sue for the weekend, please.”

They got under the covers, Jackie on her back, her arm around Betty’s shoulder and Betty’s head resting on Jackie’s shoulder, their breasts nestling against each other. They said “good night” and after the merest peck of a kiss drifted off to sleep.

They were asleep when Jackie’s phone buzzed with a reply from Jen: “Next weekend cleared, bring your new girlfriend over.”

Jackie and Betty woke up and looked at each other. They kissed, and caressed each other’s back as they hugged. Jackie said. “Okay, I have decided what to tell you and then you can decide how you wish to proceed. We can go out to the diner for breakfast, my treat, or have cereals here if my milk hasn’t gone off.” However, a quick check of her small fridge persuaded them to go out. As she got ready to leave, Jackie looked at her phone and cracked out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” asked Betty.

“Will show you later. Sorry to be mysterious, but I need you to know everything, in the right order.”

So seated in a corner booth, their eggs and bacon finished, and a big mug of coffee in front of each of them, Jackie tried to explain what was going on.

She explained to Betty about her sister Jen finding out she was lesbian, falling for a nurse who was 8 years older than her. She told about Jen going home over Christmas to ‘come out’ when the family had already worked it out. She explained about her own questioning as to her personal inclinations, especially after the incident in the Student’s Bar. Then she explained about going to the club on Friday, and meeting Sue.

“Sue is 25, gorgeous, works as a film make-up artist, fabulous figure with full blond hair, totally natural, believe it or not. Great legs, great boobs. Immaculate make-up, makes her look like a million dollars. And we spent Friday and Saturday nights making passionate lesbian love. Crazy, exciting, stimulating, satisfying, sweat-generating sex!”

Betty seemed to shrink in to her seat, staring vacantly into her coffee cup.

“We even arranged to meet up next weekend at my sister’s cottage to continue our affair. And then I went to class yesterday. You spoke to me – I knew nothing then about how you felt about me – but you spoke to me, you expressed concern about me. And as the day went on and I thought about Sue, I realized by looking at you and how normal you are, just how much of a fake Sue is, Yes, the sex was great, she taught me a lot – it was, after all, my first time with a woman, and I could hardly ask my sister or her wife to seduce me for my first experience. But by yesterday evening I knew Sue was not in my long term future. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted next weekend with her. And then you came to my room and made your confession. I came down to earth with a bump. I learned that someone as normal and as natural as you could exhibit the patience and manners to reach out to me politely and respectfully. But I also knew I had to get what happened this past weekend out in the open, partly so I can dump it, and partly so that you and I have no secrets.

As you know, last night I sent my sister a text. That text said: ‘Not coming to the cottage tonight, probably not for a few days. Developments here at ‘home’. Can you cancel Sue for the weekend, please.’ While we were asleep she replied: ‘Next weekend cleared, bring your new girlfriend over.’ It seems my sister knows me better than I know myself.”

Betty transformed before Jackie’s eyes. From being slumped in the seat, shoulders rounded, tears in the corners of her eyes, and a sad expression on her face that could have turned milk sour, she suddenly blossomed. Her smile lit up, her spine straightened up, she went from looking like someone who had lost a wilting daisy-chain bracelet to someone who found a diamond tiara and was told they could keep it.

Betty looked at Jackie in complete amazement. “You mean you had that gorgeous woman in your bed, you made love to her, and now you’re throwing her out for me? You are either mad, blind or insane.”

Jackie laughed, “Probably all three, but only if I chose Sue over you.”

“But I mean, I haven’t even been with a girl yet – I’m a complete virgin.”

“So? I guess I’m a partial virgin..”

“Silly, you’re a virgin or you’re not.”

“I think the jury might still be out on that.”

Betty didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Betty, promise not to laugh when I tell you something.”

“Seems we’ve had this conversation before.”

“Yes, but it was the other way round. You know what the deciding factor was? It was when I pulled down your panties and smelled the clean fresh smell of your pussy, and not the perfumed odor of Sue’s.”

Betty looked at Jackie and, putting on her best posh narrator-style voice, announced “Pure and simple Dove, with natural moisturizer.”

Both girls giggled and kissed.

“So, Betty, class or bed?”

“Do you need to ask?” So they kissed and headed for class, but the minute it was over, they were back in Jackie’s room and naked.

They explored each other’s bodies, and learned to find each other’s erogenous zones. Jackie gave Betty her first orgasm not self-induced. Betty, it turned out, loved to have her nipples sucked, bitten and licked and would moan loudly in pleasure when Jackie did it. For her part, Jackie loved Betty licking her clit and nether lips, and penetrating her with her tongue. They both loved kissing, and the feeling of naked breasts rubbing naked breasts. They didn’t have any toys, but didn’t care at this point. They were just happy to be naked and hugging. Strangely, by Thursday, their homework was more up to date than usual as they did it together and rewarded each other on its completion. They went to the Student’s Bar a once after the ban was lifted, but stayed together away from everyone else. For the balance of the time up to Friday afternoon, they never left each other’s side. They swapped seats around in class to be together, worked on their homework assignments together, and slept together.

Even their friends noticed. Betty had a room mate in her 2 person dorm room. In the end, when she realized what was happening, the room-mate asked Jackie if she wanted to swap rooms so she and Betty could be together. “Can it wait a few weeks, until we’re certain we really are a couple, otherwise it might get awkward…?” But they both knew that they would be sharing the room soon.

Friday afternoon, Jackie texted Jen and asked: ‘Can you handle two more for Supper?’ and received the reply ‘Yes if it’s not Sue’.

Jackie got Betty to pack for the weekend, and off they drove to the cottage. Unlike Christine and Jen, they did not know that this was the Friday that Jackie’s mother was going to have The Talk with Sandra.

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Back at Sandra’s, Meg was really learning to relax and look out positively on life. On the Saturday morning, they climbed out of bed, stood in the doorway over the pool, embraced and leapt into the water. After a nice swim and a joint shower, they dried and styled each other’s hair. They went for a drive, and went back to the pub they had had dinner in on the Thursday, and were welcomed like regulars. And when not actually eating, they held hands and Meg felt like a giddy schoolgirl in her first romance. Except of course, she was now a 50 year-old woman in her first lesbian romance. Never mind the facts, it still felt great.

That evening, Meg got into bed and Sandra disappeared into the bathroom. As she came to bed, she called to Meg to “close your eyes”. Plunging the room into darkness, she separated Meg’s legs and knelt between them. She lay down on Meg and pulled the covers up over them, and that was when Meg felt the firmness of something touching her pussy. It was firm, it was moist already, and she knew it wasn’t an actual penis, but as it started to slip into her, a little bit at a time, she felt some of the old stirrings she had always felt as John entered her. This time there was no masculine smell, or stubble rubbing her face, shoulders or nipples. The weight on her was different, and when she wrapped her legs around her lover, that felt completely different too. However, one thing remained the same – the moistness with which her body reacted as it was penetrated and stirred up into a response, the heaving of her hips as she was pushed into and then felt the withdrawal, and the climax. Amazingly the climax felt exactly the same. She wouldn’t have thought it possible. She almost cried out “I love you John,” but stopped herself just in time. Instead, she stuck her tongue in Sandra’s mouth and moaned as the climax took over. They fell asleep with Sandra’s strap-on still inside Meg.

In the morning, when Sandra took it off, Meg looked at the contraption. There was a funny piece she couldn’t remember seeing or feeling. “Ah, that’s because that piece was inside me.” explained Sandra. “Would you like to use it on me tonight?” Sunday was a glorious day, and not a gardener’s day, so after breakfast, they played croquet out on the lawn. Having had to retrieve her ball from the rhododendron bushes a couple of times, Meg realized how vicious a game croquet was and started to do the same nasty tricks to Sandra. It was amazing how relaxed Meg was with this woman, and how natural trotting around the garden in the nude felt. She could almost feel the grief ebbing out of her body and departing.

Mrs. Cook had prepared an excellent meal of roast beef, and Sandra explained that having a nice roast on Sunday made it easier for her to feed herself on Monday and Tuesday evenings when Mrs. Cook was off.

That evening, with Sandra’s help, Meg put on the strap-on. Sandra initially got Meg to lay on her back as she licked the fake penis, and then started to lower herself down on it. John had always liked Meg to ride him like this and it felt initially strange to be in the masculine role but as she got used to it, she found the piece inside her vagina was finding and touching all the right spots, and Meg came shortly after Sandra. But Meg wasn’t finished, and insisted on Sandra getting on all fours as Meg entered her doggy-style. She wanted to try all the positions that the man got to enjoy.

In the morning, Sandra removed the strap-on and got Meg to lay on her back, with her head in front of Sandra’s knees. Then Sandra started kissing Meg, first her forehead, then her eyes and nose, her mouth, and so on down her body. When she got to Meg’s breasts, her own breasts were at Meg’s mouth and so they indulged in a few minutes of breast kissing and sucking, before Sandra continued her journey. Of course, when she was breathing on Meg’s pussy she could feel Meg’s hot breath on her own. And as Sandra licked Meg’s lips, so her own were licked, and the women were locked in a full 69. They licked each other, then eased back, then picked it up again and then edged back. They drove each other wild for almost half-an-hour until they could take no more. Rubbing each other’s g-spot with their fingers while sucking on each other’s clitoris, they had a good old-fashioned mutual climax. When normal breathing resumed, they leapt into the pool.

Over breakfast, Meg said she would be going home a completely different woman. She was not in the market for a replacement for John – if such a thing were even possible – but she was prepared to permit herself to enjoy a lesbian relationship if one appeared in front of her. “Being open to the possibility will make it a probability” said Sandra, “and if you go too long between lovers, come back here. By the way, at the end of June, some seven weeks away, I am having my first soiree of the season. You can have your own room, and, if you have found a playmate, you can bring them too.”

That evening, their love making was gentler and more intimate following a simple meal of cold beef and vegetables they cooked together, and on Tuesday, Meg left to drive home, determined that the name of Margaret was behind her. She just knew when her parents saw the new-style her, they would switch back to the childhood name of Meg with no difficulty.

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For Christine and Jen, it had been a strange week. Monday evening they learned that Margaret was going to visit Sandra, and actually arrived there on the Wednesday. The same Monday, Jackie messaged to ask them to cancel her weekend date with Sue, from which Jen surmised that Jackie had suddenly found someone else. On the Friday evening, they received a test from Sandra to say that Margaret was staying over until Tuesday, and at any minute Jackie was going to be back with a friend. Then Sandra sent another text they didn’t quite understand, that simply said ‘Margaret is now Meg’.

Christine asked Jen if she had any idea what that meant. All Jen could think of was that Grampa, when Jen was little, would sometimes call her mum Meg instead of Margaret. “Perhaps she’s having a second childhood,” said Jen, not realizing how close to the truth that was. She didn’t know that it was her dad, John, who preferred to use mum’s full name of Margaret rather than Meg, and that the name change was Meg’s way of putting one phase – a very good phase – of her life behind her as she set out on a new one that hopefully would be as good in a different way.

Jackie and Betty arrived at the cottage, and Betty met Jen and Christine, both of whom hugged her.

“Okay, Jackie, fill in the gaps for us here. All weekend you were acting like some love-crazed – or was it sex-crazed? – girl. You seemed really keen on Sue and then Monday evening, you didn’t want to see her.”

“I can understand your confusion, it mirrors my own.”

Jackie explained how she was a bit offended by Sue’s comment about her being “So new a lesbian, there weren’t any newer models.” That sort of started Jackie’s realization of how superficial Sue was. When Betty showed concern for her after the Student’s Bar incident, that sort of further confirmed it, and she realized that a genuine person like Betty was worth multiple people like Sue. “And, I realized as I got to know her, that her beautiful and natural smile says everything about her you need to know.”

“Good, so now that’s out of the way let’s have supper.” And, of course, after supper they watched Jeopardy! on the PVR. The other three were amazed that Betty had never seen it, and they had to explain the answer-question format to her. Another surprise for Betty was when Christine (secretly asked to do this by Jackie) asked if anyone wanted to watch some lesbian porn. Betty was amazed that, as the movie progressed, there was sexual activity among the watchers and all finished naked and making out. At the end, Jackie took the naked Betty by the hand, pulled her to her feet, kissed her, and said one word: “Bed.” And off they went.

After bringing each other to a climax with a lively 69, the two girls cuddled up and went to sleep. On waking Saturday morning, Betty sat up in bed and, as Jackie watched, pinched both of her breasts really hard, leaving red marks on the smooth pale flesh.

“What the hell?” asked Jackie.

“I just can’t believe it…..” said Betty.

“Believe what?”

“All of this. Admitting my crush, falling in love, having a lover, making love, even making love in front of other people while watching porn, us talking about living together, a beautiful girl who fancies me….. It’s unbelievable.”

“Tell me who the beautiful girl who fancies you is, and I’ll get rid of her – don’t want the competition.”

Betty laughed and hugged Jackie, “It’s you, silly.”

“Well, believe it or not, it’s happening.”

She went on “I was talking to Jen and Christine the other day about falling in love, and Christine said that Jen’s favorite Disney princess was Snow White and she fell in love with just one kiss from Prince Charming, except that in Jen’s case it was Princess Charming.”

Betty smiled. “I can see that,,,, what was your favorite Princess?”

Jackie looked at Betty and said very seriously “Belle.”

“Does that make me the Beast?” asked Betty.

“Only in so far as when you learn to love me, the beautiful girl inside you will bloom and emerge…..”

“Well, if I am to be the beast until then, I am going to act like one.” and she leapt on to Jackie and began to bite her nipples and tickle her waist, making Jackie thrash all over the bed in giggles.

When they finally calmed down, having satisfied each other’s more urgent needs, Jackie said “Jen denied Christine’s story about first kiss and claimed it was the first orgasm that won her heart.”

“You’ve given me so many, I’ve lost count.”

“Same here. I really am glad that Sue seduced me last weekend. It opened my eyes to who I am, but also into seeing people as they really are. I can honestly say, the more I spend time with you and get to know you, the more I like you and respect you.”

“Funny, I was thinking just the same. Is that what love is?”

“Dunno, but if we stick around together long enough we’ll find out.”

After a nice weekend at Christine and Jen’s they returned to college, and on the Thursday, Jackie swapped rooms with Betty’s roommate.

As they got into bed in their joint room for the first time, albeit squeezing into a regular double bed, Betty asked Jackie “Do you know the real benefit of us sharing a room?”

“No, what?”

“Laundry! Half the bedding and also, being naked all the time we are in here, our clothes can go longer between washes!”

“And here was I thinking the main benefit was getting to make love every night, naked and unafraid!”

“There’s that too!”

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So as Betty and Jackie settled into their new arrangements in life, Meg was settling, to a point, back into the old same old, same old.

She was finding herself looking at her friends and wondering if any of them were hiding lesbian tendencies. Even some of the married ones, maybe? But try as she might, no obvious potential lover made themselves known. In a moment of bravery, Meg had gone online and ordered some new toys, and a strap-on that looked quite realistic, not really being turned on by the ones in weird blues and reds and greens.

Meg had told her parents about wanting to go back to her old childhood nickname, and they kind of understood. They knew nothing of what had happened at Sandra’s, of course, but could sense that Meg was shedding her grief and looking for new experiences and friends. The name was just part of the process.

She had been back from Sandra’s a couple of weeks when the doorbell rang late one Friday night. It was a terrible night – a spring storm, with winds coming off the North Sea that had dropped the temperature considerably. Looking through the security viewer, she saw it was Yvonne, the woman who with her husband had bought the stables and riding business, together with all the land except the house.

Meg opened the door, and ushered in Yvonne. “Please, get out of this weather. Take your coat off, right now, it’s soaked. Sherry or red wine?”

Kind of flummoxed by all this, Yvonne just followed instructions and then said red wine would be great.

Meg poured two glasses and sat down on the sofa next to Yvonne. Each silently took a sip. Meg placed her glass on the end table, and Yvonne mirrored her. “Okay, Yvonne, out with it. What’s happened?”

Yvonne bent over until her head was almost on her own knees. She hugged her own knees. And she sobbed, loudly, causing her whole body to shake. Meg put her arm around Yvonne and drew her on to her shoulder. “Take your time, we have all night….”

And Yvonne cried on. Meg let her cry for a while, and then coaxed Yvonne to sit up and passed her her wine. After a couple of sips, the crying diminished. “Okay, now tell me what happened.”

“My husband wants to leave me.”

“George? So who’s he leaving you for, a man or a woman?”

“That’s the point. When we got together, it was a marriage of convenience, he was gay and I was bi – almost a lesbian. So it suited us. We were good business partners, just not great in bed. I didn’t mind, he wasn’t flaming gay, or knocking loads of guys. He was discrete. I knew a couple of bi-women, but no-one regular. He and I would have the occasional night together that was sometimes good, and a couple of times we had another guy in our bed that worked out, but most of the times, we slept alone and just made a go of the business. But now. he’s fallen for his young secretary who has apparently ‘prayed away the gay’ and they’re screwing like rabbits. He wants to take the city business and leave me with the large animal business and the stables here.”

“Is that a good deal for you?”

“I don’t know to be honest.”

“Well, I can get the guy who handled my side of our recent deal to take a look at your books, and let you know/”

“Would you, please?”

“In the meantime, if you’re getting the stable business, why don’t you plan to move in here for a while, and see how it works out? Would save money and avoid commuting out from the city.”

“Could I?”

“Of course. I would not have made the offer if I didn’t mean it.

Yvonne put her wine down and reached out to give Meg a hug.

When Yvonne looked into Meg’s eyes, she had a sudden realization. She sat bolt upright. “Margaret, something has changed, hasn’t it? Something significant.”

“Yes, and the name is now Meg. Margaret has followed my John and left, taking all of my grief with her.” And with that, Meg pulled Yvonne closer and kissed her. Yvonne’s body went stiff with shock and surprise, and then loosened up as she felt the tenderness and concern in the kiss. Soon, the kiss was two-way, and tongues were probing and dancing.

Eventually, with the need for explanation, the kiss had to stop.

Meg stood up and brought the wine bottle over and topped up the glasses. “Long story, need full glasses.” she said.

She told Yvonne all about meeting Sandra through Christine, Sandra’s daughter and Jen’s wife, at John’s funeral. Sandra had said, “In spring come down for a visit, you’ll be ready for a change of scene by then.”

She went on to explain how about 4 weeks ago, Sandra had phoned to remind her of the invite, and on a whim, she had decided to take Sandra up on it. For three days, they had enjoyed the house “with a swimming pool you can jump into from Sandra’s bedroom” and really had a pleasant time getting to know her daughter-in-law’s mother. She explained how, when her daughters were still children, Sandra’s husband had left her for a young secretary and then died after three months – she said she knew her husband couldn’t handle that much sex – a comment that got a bitter laugh from Yvonne. So Sandra got everything as they were still married, which turned out to be more than anyone knew. Sandra bought the big house, with the pool and the great gardens, and changed her life completely.

“Then, at this point in our conversation,” said Meg, “came ‘the talk’. Sandra explained that she had given up men because they always seemed to be more interested in her money than her. She decided to become a lesbian, and to live a clothes free life within her own house. So she lives naked, has casual affairs when she feels like it, has a number of playmates and even organizes naked lesbian soirees for purely hedonistic pleasure. She made it clear that I could leave immediately if I was shocked, or could stay a couple more days in a ‘clothed manner’ or get naked with her and she would teach me how to enjoy lesbian sex. I explained, after I thought about it, that I would stay, and learn, but that to indicate my new direction I would go back to using my childhood name. I had always been Meg until I met John. The reality is that, as good as sex with John always was, Sandra seduced me and pleasured me in a totally different way. No-one could replace John, and in this scenario, no-one needs to. And so, one phase of my life – a very good phase – is over, and left with Margaret, and Meg is looking forward to a new and exciting way of life. And as for you and George, even before I found the new me, I always thought he was far too wimpy a man for you.”

Yvonne took a quite large gulp of wine, and looked almost, for a moment, as if she was going to choke, but finally got control back and was able to speak. “Are you proposing that, if I move in, we will become lovers?”

“No, I am proposing you move in. Even if you didn’t move in, we could still explore becoming lovers, and we may or may not become long-term lovers, but it would be easier to find out if we were under the same roof. Two questions. Do you want to stay the night tonight, and if so, my room or the guest room?”

Yvonne drank the last of her wine. “They say Shakespeare has a quote for all occasions, and as I don’t know where your room is, all I can say is ‘Lead on, MacDuff’.”

They went up to Meg’s room, and she put on a bedside light. There was a small Bose system on the night table, and Meg switched it on to some calm instrumental music. “When I think of Shakespeare,” she said, “I think of ‘If music be the food of love, play on'” and pushed Yvonne on to the bed and lay down beside her. They rolled into an embrace and kissed. After the kiss Meg sat up and removed Yvonne’s shoes and her own slippers, and then started to undo the professional-looking two-piece suit jacket that Yvonne was wearing. It turned out that under it, all Yvonne had was a skimpy sexy bra. “Mmm, cute bra, we’ll keep that on for a while, the white lace against your skin looks really sexy.”

Yvonne responded by undoing Meg’s blouse, to find that she was braless underneath. Yvonne’s hands caressed Meg’s quite full breasts before taking a nipple in her mouth and sucking on it as if to draw milk. Meg began to moan. “Toys can be fun and sometimes satisfying,” she said, “but the feeling of someone pleasuring my breasts is one of my most favorite feelings.”

After allowing Yvonne to pleasure her for a while, she sat up and unzipped Yvonne’s skirt and slid it off, slowly, revealing a white lacy thong and a white garter belt holding up real nylons. “Oh, my lord, a throw-back to the days of really sexy underwear!” said Meg.

“I just like it, it makes me feel sexy, knowing it’s there under my clothes and that no-one else does….”

“I am going to enjoy being part of that secret….”

Now she could see her in just skimpy, sexy underwear, Meg took a look at Yvonne more closely. She could see Yvonne’s reddish-blonde hair was a coloring job, over natural blonde, judging by the roots. Her face was almost free of wrinkles, except around the eyes, her breasts were smallish but definitely noticeable, and even lying on her back, still pronounced. The tummy was flat, and the waist trim, and the hips clearly womanly shaped – a perfect hour-glass figure topping long legs and, even though she had the thong on, Meg could tell Yvonne had a totally bald mons. “That’s some body you are hiding under your clothes, young lady,” said Meg.

“Not too young, 40 next November,”

“So, I still have 10 years and a number of pounds on you.”

Yvonne sat up to pull off Meg’s trousers and her more conservative panties, so she could compare like with like. “Still, I like the look of you naked, there’s nothing wrong with how you look,” she said as she dropped Meg’s clothes on the floor.

They kissed and embraced. Their wine was on the bedside table, what was left of it, so they poured it out and proposed a toast to a good night’s sleep, sweet dreams, and a happy morning, and drained their glasses.

“Yvonne,” said Meg, “I hope my sweet dreams involve planning how to make love to you in the morning.”

“So do I.”

When Meg woke up and found someone in her bed, her memories of the previous night flooded back. She brushed Yvonne’s hair off her face and kissed her lips, the first – only – woman she had kissed since leaving Sandra’s, and then she pulled down the sheets so she could see Yvonne’s breasts. Parts of the areolae were visible above the half cups of the bra, so she kissed and licked what she could get to, then slid down the bed and positioned herself between Yvonne’s nylon-clad legs, and pulled the front of the thong to one side to lick the bare mons.

Stirring, Yvonne said “Please, take off my bra and thong.” With them off, Meg settled back between Yvonne’s legs and pulled open the hood covering her clit. The clit started to stand up and Meg sucked it into her mouth, and as she did, started to play with the inner lips with her fingers. Yvonne moaned and wriggled a bit as she got moist, until Meg was able to slide two fingers in and feel for her g-spot. Yvonne got moister, and Meg worked her other fingers into forming a cone with which she could tease and excite her body. Yvonne got wetter and wetter, Meg’s hand dug deeper, until suddenly, the widest part of her hand was able to breach Yvonne, and Meg was in her up to her wrist. Yvonne was screaming out “Yes, Yes, don’t stop,” and Meg worked her hand inside Yvonne until finally, with a loud scream of pleasure, Yvonne climaxed and squirted all around Meg’s hand. Yvonne lay there, shuddering, as she gasped for breath, and Meg kept her hand there, as still as she could. As she came down from her high climax, Yvonne looked at Meg and smiled. “I didn’t believe I could cum like that,” she said, “I just want to lay in your bed for ever and be your prisoner and sex slave.”

“No way. You can lay in my bed for ever while ever we like each other, and be lovers, but never will you be my prisoner or slave.”

“Okay, but there will be times when I will want you to be the dominant one, and will just need to submit to you.”

“Okay, but right now I want to dominate a coffee, so let’s have a shower, and, taking a page from Sandra’s book, let’s have coffee in the nude.”

Meg helped Yvonne take off the nylons and the garter belt and they went into the walk-in shower and washed each other all over. Drying someone else can be an intimate process, and the two made it just that. The coffee was much needed by the time they made it and sat naked at the kitchen table.

“You’re my first girlfriend” said Meg, once she had swallowed some coffee. “After my experience with Sandra, I wondered if I was bi or lesbian truly, or just because she is a fantastic lover. Now I know that I can be turned on by another woman. Of course, it doesn’t hurt when it is a very attractive woman.”

“I rather like you changing you name to Meg – it suits you. If you want me to move in with you, then I will need to go to the house for my clothes and a few other things. George won’t be there – our city clinic has a large apartment above it and he installed you-know-who in there sometime ago, claiming he was just renting it out. It’s funny – when I first met her, I thought it was me she was trying to come on to; just shows how wrong you can be.”

“You said last night you were bi or lesbian before marriage – tell me about it.”

“Well, not a lot to tell. we had this older teacher at school, boarding school, she was about 55 and I was 16 and I had a crush on her. Nothing happened, she was very proper and professional, but after I left school and went to University and got my degree and my qualifications as a vet, I was invited back to the school to a careers day festival, as they called it. I was about 24 by then, and had so totally immersed myself in studies that I had never had a boyfriend or anyone. I was a very innocent, naïve young virgin right across the sexual spectrum. My teacher had retired but still lived near the school, and she turned up at the festival to see returning old pupils. She invited me for tea, and as we were having tea she let on that she knew I had had a crush on her: said she could hear it in my voice and see it in my eyes. She sat next to me and we kissed, and the next thing I know we were naked and making mad passionate love on the floor! I lived with her for two years, until she died following a stroke. It turned out that she had never had a family, and I was the sole beneficiary of her estate, which was really just her cottage. I sold it – couldn’t face it without her in it – and that gave me the stake to buy into a practice with George. It was later we decided we gave cover to each other by getting married. I had a few casual affairs, but no-one long term, at least, not until last night.”

Meg laughed. “We don’t count as long term yet, not after one night, but I do think there’s potential.”

Yvonne stood up and walked around to Meg’s chair. She straddled Meg’s legs and sat down on her thighs. She pulled Meg’s face into her breasts, and demanded “Bite me.”

Meg obliged, leaving marks all over Yvonne’s breasts and shoulders.

Yvonne stood up after a while, and looked at the marks on her breasts. “I am not into bondage, at least nothing nasty, but I do like to be dominated at times. Does it sound weird if I say spanking turns me on?”

Meg looked at her sternly. “Lay down over my knees, Yvonne, now.” She did.

“Sandra taught me that the important things in a sexual relationship are trust, respect, and consent. Even without love, a relationship can be good with just those, and even better when love is involved. I will endeavor to learn what your needs are within the concept of trust, respect and consent, but you must promise to make sure that there is always consent.”

While she was saying this, Meg was gently caressing Yvonne’s naked buttocks.

“Yes, Meg, I agree.”

And with that, Meg gave Yvonne a big slap across her cheek with the flat of her hand. “Oh, yes,” she heard Yvonne breathe out. By the time they went back to bed, Yvonne’s buttocks were red and when they climbed into bed, Yvonne clung to Meg and smothered her face with kisses.

They made love for several hours, culminating in Meg christening her new strap-on and bringing Yvonne to another screaming climax which then triggered Meg’s own. They didn’t collect Yvonne’s clothes until the Sunday.

That evening, they sat on the bed, naked, talking, with their legs intertwined. Gradually, they began wriggling closer to each other. Meg had hidden her new double dildo under the pillow, and with a bit of cooperation, they managed to get the two ends properly buried in their respective pussies. They lay back on the elbows and pushed their groins closer together, the dildo disappearing inside them, until their nether lips were touching and rubbing, and then they started sliding backwards and forwards on the dildo until both came, and they fell back satiated, both still impaled.

Meg decided she would wait a couple of weeks before filling in Jen and Jackie as to what was going on in her life. She did admit to herself, though, that it was good to have a sex life again.

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Two weeks after Yvonne moved in with Meg, Jackie and Betty were at Jen’s for the weekend – what was becoming a common event. Sandra’s influence was obviously spreading, as they often spent the evenings, after dinner, naked, in complete comfort with each other. Betty and Jackie had been together for about 5 weeks, and were realizing more and more how good they were for each other. Their course marks were really excellent because they had acquired Jen’s self-discipline as to homework, and they had a nice regular routine that suited both of them.

On the Saturday, when she came out of their room for breakfast at Jen’s, Betty found two envelopes on her place mat. “Open first” was written on the brown envelope.

Betty looked questioningly at the envelopes. “Please, follow instructions,” said Jackie, “It’s nothing nasty or anything.”

The brown envelope contained a children’s book, an illustrated version of Hans Christian Andersen’s “The tale of the Ugly Duckling”. Betty looked a little bewildered. “Read it,” commanded Jackie.