again. The dream was almost the same as before. My ambivalence, my fears, were still there. I guess even my firm resolve to try lesbianism had not erased a lifetime's taboos.
Nevertheless, my fear seemed weaker in the dream. I awakened sure that I had moved forward to the bed faster than I had done in previous dreams.
This time, when I awakened at the same point in the dream at which I always awakened, I didn't rouse Mike from sleep. My cunt felt empty. My loins ached with desire. But I would wait. In a few days, the dream would become reality.
CHAPTER THREE
Now I was finally on the course that would lead to Susan. Events moved with an inexorable force, pushing us together. I had made the decision to try lesbianism and that decision, as well as Mike's response to it, would send us on the search that would eventually culminate in our discovery of Susan. First, however, there was Martha and my true initiation into the sorority of lesbos.
It took me a few hours to decide whom to choose as my first lesbian partner. I had seen many beautiful women at the parties making love to other women. But I decided that I should pick someone who hadn't been at the last party, someone who would be more surprised at my conversion.
Martha was the obvious choice. She had missed the last party. Moreover, she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Before her marriage, she had been one of the highest paid fashion models in New York. Also, she was definitely bisexual. I had seen her getting it on with both men and women.
Martha's personality made her attractive to me, too. She was stand-offish, aloof, haughty, at least on the surface, but, from what I had seen at parties, I knew that underneath the cool exterior, Martha was a wild she-cat, a tigress who used her mouth, cunt, and asshole with wild abandon.
I called Martha and invited her over for dinner. Mike had just left on his business trip that morning and I didn't want to waste any time.
At first, Martha didn't catch on to the purpose of my call.
'Shall I bring Bill?' she asked. She thought I wanted her and her husband to come over for an evening of mate-swapping.
My next request surprised Martha. 'Why don't you leave Bill home and it'll be the two of us, just you and me. Mike's out of town,' I said, my voice low and husky as I spoke.
She hesitated for a moment while the implications of my words sank in. 'Of course, if that's what you want,' she finally answered. Her voice still sounded cold and distant, but I thought I detected some excitement there, too.
I hung up the phone after we had finished talking, my heart pounding with excitement. What would it feel like to have another woman's tongue probing into my hole? What would a wet slippery cunt feel like against my own lips and tongue? What would soft tits feel like against my face? As I sat there wondering what it would be like, I felt like a teenager about to discover sex for the first time.
While I waited for Martha, I fixed a fancy dinner and chilled a bottle of wine. Then I took a long, leisurely bath, luxuriating in the hot water, savoring the feel of the soapy, scented water against my tits and cunt. I felt as if my body were more sensitive than it had ever been before.
As I lay in the tub, I found my fingers wandering to my cunt in anticipation of the pleasure that would soon be mine. I rubbed my clit softly, letting myself feel a few tingles of pleasure before I stopped myself.
After my bath, I dressed carefully, the evening's planned activities in mind. First, I placed a dab of perfume between my boobs, deep in the cleavage. Then, I put a drop on each nipple. I also put a hint on fragrance on my cunt.
I pulled on a tight, low-cut dress that showed my tits to their best advantage. I wore no underwear, so there wouldn't be any impediments in Martha's way when the action began in earnest. Then, my heart still pounding, my cunt throbbing, I sat down to wait.
Martha arrived on time. At first, she acted distant, but I could tell by the fire smoldering in her eyes and by the slight flush on her cheeks that she was as excited as I was.
Another woman might have kissed me right away, but Martha acted as if we had gotten together for an evening of quiet conversation. We talked of inconsequential events and happenings.
Then Martha showed her eagerness. 'Let's get the dinner over with,' she said.
We sat down to eat. Martha ate quickly and voraciously. I didn't pay much attention to the food. Instead, I stared at Martha, trying to imagine what it would be like to touch her and have her touch me.
The dinner was over quickly. Then we sat down next to each other on the couch. Martha turned the lights low and moved close to me. For a moment, she looked appraisingly at me. I returned her gaze.
'Are you sure you want to do this?' she asked. 'I'm positive,' I told her, 'Good. It's taken you a long time, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it.'
Now the time for conversation had passed. Martha embraced me tightly and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her passionately. Our tongues rubbed together, first in one mouth, then the other.
For weeks I had wanted to feel another woman in my arms. Now it had happened. I wasn't disappointed. I wished that I could hold Martha forever, our bodies pressed tightly together, our soft flesh billowing out as we strained against each other.
I pulled my mouth away and began to nuzzle Martha's soft neck. 'Oh, Martha, I've been wanting to do this for so long,' I moaned.
I felt a fire building within me, starting in my cunt and radiating to the rest of my body. The fever heat of desire increased with each touch of my lips to Martha's flesh.
I kissed her neck for a few minutes, then moved down and kissed the top of her boobs, above the neckline of her dress. The dress was in my way, so, after a few seconds, I reached behind Martha and undid her dress, exposing her naked tits to my mouth. After the dress had fallen away, I gasped at the beauty of Martha's tits, especially the large, pointy nipples.
So far, I had surprised myself. Martha had taken the initiative more strongly than I had, but I had by no means been passive. My ambivalent feelings, my doubts, seemed to have vanished. Perhaps I had somehow managed to erase twenty-three years of taboos in a few minutes.
My eagerness amused Martha. 'You are anxious, aren't you?' she said, laughing as she spoke.
Martha had laughed at me, but she was just as anxious as I was. She unfastened my dress and started to pull it down away from my tits. Before she had finished, I got up off the couch and wriggled completely out of the confining garment.
Martha ran her tongue across her lips when she saw that I didn't have anything on beneath my dress.
'You were more anxious than I thought,' she said, surprise in her voice.
Her dress down around her waist, Martha stood up. Then she stepped out of her dress. She had worn panties, but the tiny bikini briefs didn't even cover her ample beaver. The crotch of the panties was already damp with the juice that poured from her cunt.
Martha wriggled out of the panties. I stared at her thick curly cunt hair, at the copious fluid that wet the hair, at her erect nipples, but I didn't have much time to look.
'Before you do anything else, you have to learn how to lick another woman's pussy,' Martha said.
My dream hadn't followed that pattern, but I didn't mind. Martha's pussy attracted me and I was sure that she would eat mine once I had eaten hers. Besides, I had never eaten another pussy before, so perhaps I did have a lot to learn.
Martha sat down on the couch, her legs far apart, her snatch sticking out a few inches over the edge of the couch so that it would be easily accessible to my tongue.
'Come here, Lori,' she said to me, her voice soft but commanding.
I didn't feel afraid, yet some vestiges of my past remained. At first, I didn't move. Just as I had done in the dream, I stayed still, unwilling to run, but unprepared to advance.
'Don't be afraid, Lori. You said you wanted to try it,' Martha said coaxingly.
As if to attract me, Martha took both hands and spread the outer lips of her cunt. I could see the rosy inner
