Daughters - Susan Ch. 01

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Sandy looked at me again - I swear that I heard her voice in my head say, "WE will connect, but not while Joe's playing...," then she smiled. I know it sounds crazy, or maybe it was wish fulfillment on my part, but that's what I heard. I can't explain it - or at least, I couldn't explain it then.

Sandy took a sip of wine. "This is very good," she said.

For the next half hour or so, we made small talk, the wine loosening us all up. I was glad I'd gotten two bottles, although I just had the one glass, we cruised through them both, along with the tray of crudites I'd bought at the supermarket. I guess we all had a case of nerves.

I noticed that Sandy made sure to keep Joe's glass filled. I had an idea of what she was up to, but I didn't say anything. She did catch my eye when she emptied the second bottle into his glass. I thought I saw a faint smile on her face - but I could have been mistaken.

By the time the bottles were done, I think we were a lot more relaxed. Joe certainly seemed to be. When Joe brought up Sandy's sexuality, it seemed like a nice lead in to the next stage of the evening.

Sandy began telling us about how she enjoyed being gay - not in a strident way, just explaining how it had opened up her eyes. She recounted her introduction to sex with another woman, by recounting a conference she'd been at for medical facility directors, and the older woman who had shown her how different, and memorable, making love to a woman could be from making love to a man.

The woman had suggested they share a room, and they found that they were both very comfortable in each other's company. From there, they had gone on to share a bottle of wine one night in their room, and when the woman 'jokingly' suggested they turn on a soft core porn movie on the hotel's pay-tv channel, Sandy hadn't objected.

The movie, of course, had featured several scenes of lesbian seduction among a story line of 'straight' sex. Sandy had found herself responding to scenes in the movie depicting the women's bodies as they lay together partially clad. When the woman Sandy was with complained of a sore neck, Sandy volunteered to massage it out, ironically, similar to a scene in the movie. Sandy joked about the coincidence, at which point the woman suggested that intimacy between two women "certainly was a natural thing," and events moved on from there, with Sandy and the other woman kissing and ultimately falling into bed together.

Sandy was amazed at the intensity of her orgasms, and from that night on, found that she really had no interest in trying to develop any sort of amorous relationships with men, but that women were much more satisfactory partners, although she hadn't acquired any long term lovers.

Sandy's story bothered me, and at first I wasn't sure why - then it struck me. It seemed as though, sometimes, a woman's discovery that loving other woman was so superior to 'normal' sex, came 'out of the blue.' I mean, the women were just living their lives, comfortable being like almost everyone else, when suddenly something happened that turned them into lesbians - and not even just bi, but lesbians.

What could do such a thing? Would it happen to me if I went through with the evening? Would it be bad if it did turn out that way?

Was there something in the water? (Of course, I knew that was ridiculous - that's how crazy people think.) I tried to put that whole line of thought behind me. I had other, more pressing issues ahead of me, like getting through the evening without throwing up from nervousness. Then I recalled Penny's medicine - maybe another teaspoonful would make extra sure my stomach stayed settled.

I went into the bathroom, and took a spoonful, then a second, to be safe. As I was leaving for the living room, I remembered Penny's present.

"Oh, guys," I said. "A friend gave me, or I guess, 'us', a present for tonight," I said, finding the shirt box.

"Should I open it?" I asked.

Joe said, "No, that would be silly. Why open a present?" Then he crossed his eyes at me.

"Smart guy," I said.

Sandy shrugged. "Was it a man friend, or a woman friend?"

"A woman. Why?"

"My guess is, a woman would give you something thoughtful, a man would give you something pornographic."

"Well, with this particular woman friend, it could probably go either way," I said.

"Who was it, Penny?" Joe asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Oh, it's probably porno then," he laughed. I started unwrapping it, then pulled off the top of the box.

"Oh....goodness," I said.

"What?" Sandy and Joe said simultaneously.

"Well, there's a note. It says, "For the happy couple. May your marriage last a lifetime."

"Oh, that's sweet," said Sandy.

"That's it? A note? No six pack, or DVDs..." Joe said, predictably, in my experience.

"Um, yes, that's it...that's all," I said. "And some underwear." I got up and took the box to the bedroom. I turned back as I left - Sandy was looking at me quizzically. I thought my face must be burning - I couldn't possibly read out loud the rest of the note, or show them what was in the box...not there. Not with Joe. I put the box on the bed.

Then I returned to Sandy and Joe.

"What the fuck kind of a gift was that?" Joe asked. "It was a nice note, though. This is kind of a honeymoon for us, huh?" he said. I couldn't answer him. I smiled at him, an empty, false smile.

But that feeling soon passed.

* * * *

"Unnhh," I'm tired, time for bed, I think," Joe yawned. Ordinarily, such a transparent move by my husband would have been ignored, but the fact was, I was dying for us all - well, Sandy and I, that was the agreement - to get to the bedroom, to see what would develop. And fears were dropping off me like icicles on a radiator. It just needed for something to start us...

"You all were kissing before," Joe reminded us. "I thought it was so sexy, seeing two beautiful women kissing. Would you let me see you do it again?"

"I'd like that," I said, far too quickly, and I blushed. Sandy smiled.

"Yeah, that's how I feel about it, too," she said, setting her glass down. Then she turned to me, and taking my face in both her hands with a light-feather-like touch, kissed me again.

Her lips were soft, and slightly sour on mine, of course from the wine, and her breath was warm and moist on my cheek, then in my mouth, as we both allowed our mouths to open to the other. Her tongue dominated mine, and I felt a submissive thrill at her taking control as we both felt our passion and excitement growing.

"Mmm," I hummed, unconsciously.

"Yeah," Sandy said, looking deep into my eyes. Her look was asking me something... something...

"Hey, let's get ready, okay?" She didn't wait for my answer, but picked up her small overnight bag, and was already on her feet, my hand small in hers.

We headed for the bedroom, and as Joe rose to his feet to follow, she glanced at him, and said, "Not yet, you mustn't see the bride before the honeymoon. It's bad luck." I felt a thrill in my clit at the way she stopped him in his tracks...and at the thought that she and I were going to be alone, and disrobing, at last.

When we got to the master bedroom, she closed the door, and locked it behind us. I didn't try to stop her. Then Sandy returned to me, as I stood by the bed.

"What did the rest of the note say, Susan?" Sandy asked, her hand resting familiarly on my hip, her eyes on mine, her command total. I picked up the note with trembling hands.

"The note goes on," I said. "For the blushing bride, a honeymoon bra and panty set, with mid thigh stockings, all in white lace. And for the groom, shorty knickers and a cotton and lace camisole, all in black. I tried to get Sandy's sizes right from your description of her - I hope I got it right. Love, Penny"

I started taking out the described articles. They were absolutely gorgeous - I was stunned. Penny had to have spent at least three hundred dollars on the two outfits.

In my size, I found a Belle thong by Charnos. It was a beautiful sheer French lace with satin in the front, and an ornate lace bow, with a thong back, that clearly would show all of my ass off. I didn't have anything that lovely in the fifteen years I'd been married, much less on my honeymoon with Joe.

The bra was a Charnos Cherub full cup. It had a plunging neckline, and natural shaping, beautiful floral embroidery and patterned twin straps.

Finally, a bride's lace stockings, self holding up to mid thigh. All the pieces were in white, the bride's color, the color of innocence and virginity.

Then I picked up the "groom's" outfit. It looked to be very close to, if not exactly, Sandy's size.

First, was a pair of Charnos Cherub shorty knickers in black. They were cut low on the hips, with delicately feathered scalloped edging at the legs. And with lovely embroidered French lace, and a cute bow at the waist. They were sheer and virtually see through.

The second piece was a black cotton and lace camisole, trimmed with white lace at the bust, and had a bow at its v neck.

She smiled. "Well, that's some of the most beautiful lingerie I've ever seen," she said. "And those are for me?" she asked, shyly looking at the two pieces in black.

"Yes...I would think so," I said.

"I can't believe that Penny," I said, stunned by what she'd done. I wasn't mad - actually, I was thrilled and excited. I looked at Sandy.

"So...your friend is suggesting that, um, you and I are going to be on a honeymoon tonight?" She looked thoughtful. "How imaginative," she said, inscrutably.

"I guess the least we can do is see how it works out, right?" I suggested.

I felt a secret fire burning through me, burning up the old Susan, but leaving a new Susan in her place. With these presents, and her suggested scenario, Penny had taken Sandy and I to a whole new level of role playing - but maybe it wouldn't be role playing at all, the way things were going...

Sandy said, "Let's get these things off you, okay?" she said, smiling. "After all, it's our honeymoon, darling. I must get you ready for the pleasures of the night."

Can you imagine how it felt to hear a woman, woman, talking about "our honeymoon?"

I nearly came, standing there, as she unbuttoned my printed silk blouse, and then my yellow pleated cotton skirt. My blouse fell off my shoulders, as Sandy floated it off my arms, onto the bed, then unzipped the skirt to fall at my feet. I stepped out of it, as she picked it up, and threw it, too, onto the bed.

She put her hands gently on my waist, then slowly slipped them down to my hips, as she brought her face forward to kiss me. My eyes closed, nearly automatically, as her lips approached mine, making the pleasure of their softness all the sweeter on my mouth. We kissed softly, then more passionately, our breathing becoming more rapid, my excitement growing under her touch.

She pulled back, looking at my bra and panties - the ones I still wore.

"These are very pretty, you have beautiful taste...but we should honor your friend's choice, no?"

Her face made a cute little ironic moue, and I found myself nodding agreement. She was hypnotic.

Sandy smiled, then reached around me, under my arms, embracing me. Her breasts pressed through her dress into my bra clad breasts, female warmth both comforting and exciting. She unhooked the bra I had worn, then stepping back as she removed it from my breasts, and off my arms.

"Mmmmm," she hummed, smiling as she looked at my breasts, finding them pleasing. Then she placed her hands on my hips, and - as slowly as any article of my clothing has ever been removed - slowly, slowly...so slowly, shimmied my panties down, off my hips, oh, so slowly revealing my now-trimmed bush -thank goodness I'd thought of that - and the knobby, fleshy top of my clitoral hood, then my deep red slit, between pink labia.

Sandy peeked around behind me to see my ass cheeks revealed. With a sighed "ahhhh!"" she continued unveiling my nether regions. I giggled at how comically she was doing it, relaxing me immensely, while simultaneously exciting me. I knew there would be a moist gleam between my labia, if she looked closely enough.

And I hoped that she would.

When she let my panties drop to the floor, I submissively stepped away from the thin fabric. The air in the bedroom felt cool - why else would my brown nipples be pointing at her?

"Now, darling, you must do me," Sandy whispered her eyes transfixing me. I hesitated, and she smiled.

"I mean of course, only, help me disrobe...please." I let go the breath that I had been unconsciously holding.

"Of course," I said. My fingers, trembling, went to the top button of her dress, a three button top V-neck with a tapered waist.

"Your dress is lovely..." I ventured.

"Thank you, it's a Carved Designs Irago dress. I get many compliments on it, and it's so easy to care for....and take off. And put back on, of course." She smiled at my blush. Why was I having trouble breathing?

I took several slow, deep breaths to calm myself. Sandy, stroked my bare arm and nodded. "Just relax, sweetie." I continued with the buttons, my fingers shaking much less now. The second and third buttons went much faster.

I put my hands on Sandy's hips, and lifted the dress up, over her head, her body, clad only in bra and panties, now finally revealed to me, after my fantasizing earlier in the day. My heart skipped a beat - she looked so sexy, her small breasts and wide hips so tantalizingly close, yet still unavailable.

"We're a little closer, aren't we Susan?" Sandy said.

"Umm, to what?" I asked, confused.

"Your husband planned this whole thing to get himself off, right? But he forgot that, before he'd get his jollies, that you, too, would achieve satisfaction and completion....it's been a long time for you, hasn't it?""

"You can tell?" I asked.

"I thought that might be the case when we met the other day....I thought I saw a need in you - I wanted to be the one who filled it. Now, what are you going to do if you find that he can't fill your needs anymore?" There was no question who "he" might be.

Sandy's eyes were gentle. I realized that she was only giving voice to questions that I was afraid to ask myself

I embraced Sandy, seeking consolation. Her body was alive and warm in my arms - more alive than anyone I'd ever touched. She sought out my lips with hers, and we kissed, again. But this time, we were alone, and both free to give physical expression to the needs that plagued us.

For me, it was the need to explore a different side of myself, my suppressed attraction to this woman. For Sandy, well, I wasn't sure, but I suspected that she was looking to complete herself, to find the one person that we all seek to make our lives meaningful.

"Susan, finish undressing me. Time is short," Sandy whispered in my ear. My fingers went to the hooks on her bra, and her bra fell away from her as I pulled it off her shoulders. Her breasts were charming, her pink nipples already excited and stiff. I felt a nearly overwhelming urge to kiss them, and take each breast in my mouth.

"Your breasts are so pretty," I croaked.

"Touch them," Sandy ordered me. My hands went to her softness, then my fingers brushed over the hardness centered there, the pebbled flesh rough under my fingertips. I quickly sucked in my breath, then let it out.

"Now, my panties, dear," Sandy reminded me. Her bikini panties rode low on her hips, showing off her lovely, flat stomach. My hands went to her hips, and her panties easily slid off, as I pulled them over the full roundness of her ass, my eyes entranced by her bare mound, and her sweetly virginal appearing, thin vaginal slit, just the barest sign of her sex.

Her panties seemed to float to the floor, as if in slow motion, the whole rest of the time with her as we undressed, as if in a dream. Sandy took my hand, then stepped daintily out of her panties, naked now with me. She then stepped into my arms, our bodies touching without restraint of clothing for the first time. I felt as though a wave of heat were passing between us, from my breasts to her, my tummy to her flat stomach, my wetness to hers, finally my lips to hers as we kissed yet again.

But this time, all of our being came into the kiss. Besides the universe of our lips and tongues touching, I became acutely aware of her body on mine, and of the pulse beating strongly under her sweet breasts, calling to me. I smelled her body on mine, fresh, clean, fragrant and so feminine, her pleasant female scent strong in my nostrils. I heard the small sounds in her throat - sounds of contentment, sounds of pleasure rising, then I realized that I, too, was giving voice to sounds like that.

I gave myself over to the subliminal lovemaking our bodies together had already begun. The heat and moisture between my legs grew, and I thought I felt heat off Sandy's sexual center. Her hips moved slightly on mine - not pressing into me, but rather rhythmically dancing from side to side, her impatience and desire becoming more evident than before.

Our mounds kissed, and I felt a current of electricity stream through my clitoris, then found my own hips aggressively pressing into Sandy's. The feeling was indescribably exciting, and I wanted more. When I felt Sandy's hands on my bare bottom, caressing and squeezing my round ass cheeks, and helping us to press our vital feminine centers together, I came for the first time with her, for real, not in my imagination.

My mouth went to her shoulder, and I bit her there, softly, my orgasm washing through me, a deep well of pleasure that I had fallen into and was drowning in happily. As my teeth gently nipped Sandy, I felt her shudder in my arms, her voice as she, too, came, a pleasant and sweet victory.

"Ohh god....Susan, yes," she moaned. She shivered for a long minute against me, our mutual orgasms bringing us together as no other act could. I buried my face against her neck, her hand caressed the nape of my neck.

"Sweetness," she whispered. "My sweet one, we've only begun our honeymoon," she said, raising her head up, her eyes bright as she gazed into mine. It was that moment that I really fell in love with Sandy, although I had been heading that way since the shower earlier, and perhaps even before that.

We kissed then, again, soundlessly expressing our vows to each other.

I felt only a slight sadness that it simultaneously sounded a knell for what had gone before, my marriage to Joe. But the brightness of the path before me, darkened and cast into shadows, that which lay behind me in my journey.

Please don't judge me harshly, but do so if you must. My strength has been increased a thousand fold by Sandy's presence.

"Now, pay attention, my love," Sandy said. She stood back from me, perhaps a foot away, and began caressing my arms, her fingers racing up and down my flesh, tickling and teasing me, making me giggle.

When she began stroking my sides, I doubled over in laughter. "That tickles, stop!" I begged her.

She instantly relented, then took me in her arms, kissed me, then brought her right hand to my ass, caressing both cheeks, and her left hand between my thighs. Oh, her fingers were delicious, teasing and massaging my bottom, while also caressing and stroking my labia, pussy and clit. I was impressed by her coordination, but even more so by her knowing way with my body.

I could feel the anticipation building inside me. I just stood there, looking at her, memorizing what I could of her, of her face, and movements, as she brought me higher and higher, ever closer to another orgasm.

She bit her lower lip as she concentrated on teasing my labia, and alternately fucking her finger inside my lips. Then I saw her catch her pink tongue between her white teeth, and smile, as she circled my clit with her finger. Finally, as she stroked over my clit with that fingertip, she pursed her lips and made a small kissy face in concentration. God, I loved her so, then!