Chapter 3

“And now you’re sitting with a lesbian,” I poked her in the back playfully.

“Yeah,” she leaned forward to look at a magazine on the table, “who knows what could happen?”

“Tell me something,” I replied a moment later.

“I noticed your posts, the anti-gay ones, they were posted on a Sunday and your dad was posting the same ones on the same day, did he?” I left the rest unfinished.

“He used to get me to share his posts,” she glanced over her shoulder, “but then I moved into this house with two non Christian women and took control of my own Facebook.”

“What’s brought this on?”

“It’s been brewing for a while,” she replied, “but just lately it’s become much stronger, it’s like I’m living in another person’s body. My head tells me this isn’t right but my heart tells me that I’m just living a lie,” she glanced over her shoulder.

“The funny thing is, I wasn’t like this when I was at high school, well no more than any other girl I guess, but when I graduated from high school, dad started showing me pictures of lesbians kissing and other stuff. He did it to try and turn me off or shock me and at first I was embarrassed but then it started having the opposite effect, I actually liked looking at the pictures.”

“Does your dad look at pictures of guys together?”

“All the time,” she shrugged, “he calls it research.”

“He might be turned on as well, it happens like that too.”

“That might be possible,” she leaned on her palms and arched her back.

I rubbed her back gently. The gesture was platonic at first but I found she was pushing back against me as I went higher. I reached her collar and slid my fingers through her hair to touch the back of her neck. She reacted then and shivered, which wasn’t the reaction I was expecting at all. I tickled her neck a little more and then eased my hand down her back and when I reached her bra strap, I traced along the edge of it, an obviously sexual move. She pushed back a little harder against my hand as I slid down to the small of her back and then up under her jumper. The blouse was one of those slippery polyester kinds and I traced small circles on her back.

She leaned forward a few moments later, so that she was almost doubled over. It meant I could get to every part of her back and I wasn’t backward at coming forward. My hand moved up and down her back, tracing small circles and scratching lightly, I got to her bra strap and moved my hand back and forth along it, suggestively. Her breathing became a little shallower but she still remained where she was, not making any moves towards me but letting me do what I wanted.

But how far could I go?

A few minutes later I adjusted my position so that my thigh rested against her thigh and began to use both hands for my sensual massage and by this time it had become sexual, more out of habit I guess. This meant the jumper rode higher up her back but was stopped from going all the way up by her breasts. I worked slowly and methodically, making a few passes on her back before flicking the jumper over her breasts.

Anita exhaled and I stopped but then she put her hand on my thigh and held it firmly, it was all the encouragement I needed to push the jumper all the way up to her neck. I made another single pass down her back and then moved up to the jumper and pulled it over her head. Anita straightened up and I put my hand on her belly and pushed her back against the couch and adjusted my position so that I was facing the back of the couch but at an angle to her. Anita’s face was flushed and her hair was slightly ruffled, she swallowed as I reached out and flicked at her hair.

“Do you want to go further?”

“I,” she bit her lip, “I don’t know, maybe.”

“Whatever,” I grinned, “how’s about we just do this for a bit?”

Her ‘okay’ sounded a moment or two later as I stroked her face with the back of my hand, moving up through her hair and back down and around her chin to the other side. Her eyes softened as she put both hands around my wrist and at first she had a firm grip but as I kept going, the strength went out of her hands and she let them fall to her lap.

This had been going on for nearly five minutes with no words spoken and I finally deviated from my passage around her face to the second button on her blouse. I tugged on it gently and pretended I was going to undo it, I was watching her eyes, trying to detect any hesitation because at this point anything was possible. I left the button and continued on down her front, fingering each of the four buttons. She followed me with her eyes as I reached her belly and pulled gently at the blouse. I felt slight resistance because the skirt was so tight but then a button popped out from the skirt, she started at that and I continued back up to the second button.

That started another few minutes of just stroking her front, I would reach the shallow vee and make a pass back and forth behind the collar before heading south again. It occurred to me then that she was waiting for me to initiate the next move and after a few minutes I deviated on my upwards pass to her left breast. I felt the coarseness of the bra cup and the weight of her breast and then she put her hand against mine and held it there firmly.

Our eyes met and she leaned forward and upwards. Our lips came closer together until they were almost touching and then she brushed her lips against mine in a teasing kiss. It almost felt playful and innocent but there was passion behind the kiss. Anita broke free a moment later and letting go of my hand, put her hand against my right breast and slowly massaged it as she kissed me again. This was a longer kiss and definitely sexual in nature because her mouth parted and she forced my mouth open as well. I brought my left hand around to the back of her head and held her against me while I worked her mouth. It was one of those long, lingering kisses that leaves you wanting more and I knew I was skating dangerously close to the edge.

My breathing was becoming shallower as we finally parted and Anita moved her palm down to my front, resting it against bare skin. She proceeded to kiss my throat with soft, tender kisses as she tried moving her hand up and down from collar down to the third button. I was still massaging her breast and it was definitely having an impact because she whimpered and undid the third button on my shirt. The material shifted to accommodate her hand and she moved it upwards to my shoulder and continued kissing my throat and what she could find of my shoulder. It was only then I exhaled loudly and Anita pulled back and looked up at me.

“No,” I swallowed, “I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Neither was I,” Anita replied, “I came here intending to tell you no but here we are.”

“Kissing,” I replied.

“Yeah,” she managed a sly grin, “who would have thought?”

“You want to stay here or go to bed?”

Anita looked past me, thinking for a moment.

“The bed’s bigger, we can’t be disturbed and I have the vibrator,” I spoke up.

“A vibrator,” she bit her lip, “I’ve never used one of those.”

“So this will be your first time?”

“First time for, for everything,” Anita stroked my face, “at least I can’t get pregnant.”

I rose from the couch, taking her with me and we kissed again, I felt her hunger moving into me as we moved away from the couch and kept our lips in contact. We got closer to the door leading to the long hallway, my bedroom is the one just across the hallway. Anita bumped into the door and I turned the handle as I explored her mouth with another long, passionate kiss. The door clicked open and we were moving inside, it was only then that she took two steps backwards and looked over her shoulder at the bed. Thankfully I’d made it that morning. I kicked off my shoes and squatted before her to unzip her boots. Anita kept her hands in contact with the top of my head as I removed the boots and rose.

My hands brought the skirt with me, up past her knees to her upper thighs. I kissed her again, pushing hard against her as I walked her backwards to the bed. Anita hit the bed and grabbing her thighs firmly, I lifted and dropped her onto the bed. She gasped as she bounced on the bed and I grinned as I unbuckled my belt and slipped it through the belt loops.

Anita moved further onto the bed and propped on her elbows as I undid my cuff buttons and knelt on the bed. A moment or two later I moved past her on all fours and came at her from the other side. I had one hand resting lightly on her belly and the other on the bed. She parted her mouth as I kissed her again and this time I slid my fingers down her belly to her genitals. Anita winced as I gently rubbed her, trying to push against my hand.

I plopped down beside her and rested my head on my palm as I continued to manipulate her genitals through the skirt and panties. Anita closed her eyes and ever so slowly her legs began to part as I dragged my fingers over her genitals. She brought her knees up and closed her legs slightly to try and trap my hand or increase the pressure. I moved my hand up her leg and brought her skirt down her thighs. She wasn’t wearing stockings and her legs felt smooth to the touch. She looked helpless just lying there as my hand got closer and closer to her panties and then she bucked and groaned as I found her perineum and tickled it. I could feel her wetness through the silk panties and drew my finger between her lips.

Anita whimpered beneath me as I kissed her throat with soft, gentle kisses. She looked to one side, which gave me more to play with and then I was moving around to put myself between her legs. The skirt was pushed down further and now I could use both hands to stimulate her genitals. I found her lips and bending my fingers, used the knuckles to keep up a steady rhythm whilst tickling her perineum at the same time. It was certainly having an affect because she propped on her elbows and stared wildly at me, her breathing was ragged and she was trying to push against me but having little success. All the pressure was coming from my side. I slipped a hand beneath her panties and went down over her moist labia to the opening, Anita bit her lip as I stimulated the opening and then slowly slid a digit inside.