I am now entering my sixth decade. I was a school girl when I was caught in an embrace with a student teacher. A sexual embrace. She was fired and I was expelled. I was sent to a special school for girls like me in Miami, run by a Cuban woman. Her goal was to find girls worthy of entering the convent. I wasn’t selected. I graduated, and went to art school.
During art school I met a doctor in residency. He was in upstate New York and I was in New York City. It was a very quick romance, if it was a romance, and we got married on an impulse. He needed a wife, in the old fashioned sense, and I needed to get away from my parents, my mother.
He took his obligations seriously and I was pregnant before the sun rose the next morning. I had a son nine months after we got married. I was a fertile thing, and I had more children. I was so far away from who I was that day in high school, not worthy of the convent, but a good wife and mother.
In my mid thirties I stumbled, with a woman. We were sitting on a couch talking and she said excuse me, and leaned over and kissed me. A sexual kiss. I had never really opened my legs, my husband got on me under the covers with the lights off, but I opened my legs for her and she made love to me down there. A long love making and I rose to have my first orgasm. The orgasm made me feel guilty, but not laying there with my legs open.
She of course opened her legs too and I faced my fears and kissed her there. She wanted licking and sucking and I licked and sucked on her, and put my tongue in her vagina. After she had an orgasm, we got completely undressed and stood in front of a mirror, two women in their thirties, big breasts an everything showing. It was the first time I had ever really looked at myself naked, with a sexual purpose. She decided to shave me, so I could see my pussy slit in the mirror. She did other things to, we had anal play. Lots of licking and kissing. By the time we got dressed again we had gone around the world, and I let her kiss me until she got tired of kissing me.
My embrace as school girl of course never got beyond kissing.
We became lovers. We had the time and the place, she didn’t work either, and her husband made a lot of money. We had the kids but we also had the afternoons off to get naked. We did spa days together, and my husband didn’t notice I was shave down there. He never went down on me, and everything was always only under the covers. But I had woken up sexually. God, I wanted pussy.
In my position, I have managed to keep this need out of my husband’s attention. He had his chance with any number of nurses and I never asked any questions. Whether these nurses opened their legs wide for him and he went down on them I don’t know, I like to think he ate pussy. But maybe not.
Any way my confession is that I am a lesbian woman. And I don’t have a problem with that. But as a young girl in that school in Miami I was consumed by guilt about it. That is the weapon of choice to cleanse you of that habit.
