Chapter 5

“We’ll go nice and slow,” I promised her.

She kissed me then, a quick teasing kiss that turned into several more kisses. We were now back to doing what we’d started on the couch and I was mindful of her hesitation. Taking time to accustom her to my touch, finding her most sensitive spots and focusing on them. It took some time to undo the third button and by then my lips had found her throat. Peggy leaned back to grant me better access to her soft, silky throat and I smothered it with kisses as I stroked her front. Gradually her moans grew more intense as she became aroused. I undid the fourth button to expose a red bra and danced my fingers up and down her front as I kissed it. When I started undoing the fifth button she undid her cuffs and started pulling the blouse out of her waistband as I undid the sixth button. It was now draping forward, held together by the last button. I pulled the material all the way out and undid the final button,

“Feeling comfortable?” I asked her.

“Now that’s a first,” she breathed out.

“I’m a woman, it’s only natural to ask.”

I moved around behind to pull the blouse down over her shoulders, exposing her bra straps but left it partially on as I massaged her breasts firmly but gently as I nibbled on her bare shoulders with soft teasing bites. The blouse slid further down her back and I tickled her bare skin with soft circular movements that had her sighing with pleasure.

Peggy raised herself up and unzipped her trousers and I moved my hands down further to rub her moist lips through the panties as she worked the garment over her hips. With every pass she sighed with contentment but then I had to stop while she removed the blouse and trousers. I slid across the bed to my bedside drawers and took out the dildo and some oil. Her eyes widened as she stared at it and then she grinned.

“Now that’s a bloody beauty. I’ve never had a cock that size before.”

“All we need to do is teach it to take out the rubbish and change fuses,” I set it down and returned to her side, “but first we need to get you hot. You like cunnilingus?”

“My favourite Latin word,” she laid down on her back and undid her bra, “you not getting naked?”

“Why don’t you,” I tugged at my shirt playfully.

Peggy reached up a few moments later to unbutton my shirt and expose my white bra, I undid my skirt and pulled it down over my hips as she finished unbuttoning my shirt. She had a studied expression on her face, like she was contemplating her next move but as I pulled off my skirt and shed the shirt she seemed to settle into some kind of rhythm as she stroked my body.

“Now this is different.”

“I know,” I looked down at myself, “I’ve no’ got a boaby.”

“I love that word, we call it a Percy in Australia as in point Percy at the porcelain,” she slid her hand over my genitals and I closed my eyes and let out a low murmur.

“Oh that felt good.”

I reciprocated and her eyes closed as I started rubbing her lips with a studied precision. Peggy spread her legs and pushed herself up towards me as I fell into a natural rhythm, with gentle caressing and kissing, starting with her mouth and throat before moving down to her breasts, which received extra attention. She had smallish breasts back then, later on Peggy would get herself a boob job but she was soon writhing under my breast work. By the time I got to her belly Peggy’s breathing had turned ragged and harsh, and when I peeled her panties off to expose her hairy patch she was moaning loudly.

Which put my plan to tongue her out of sync, and so I had to lube the dildo and slide it into her passage, and that’s where she surprised me when she pushed my hand away and started pushing it deeper. I went down on her and a cry was ripped from her throat as I reached her clitoral hood. I swirled around it and tickled her perineum. Another cry sounded out and then another, her hand began to move quicker as I kept licking and manipulating her. When her clitoris finally emerged I tasted it and was rewarded with a loud, “fuck yeah, fuck yeah.”

I was now in full on cunnilingus mode, really going for it now that she’d taken control of the dildo and as she reached her climax I braced myself for it, trying to pace myself but then she exploded with a frenzied attack on herself, her back arched and she cried out several times in succession and then went into spasms as the orgasm took control. When it was finally over she just lay there with the dildo still inside her and a blissful expression on her face.

“Fuck that was intense,” she finally spoke.

“I could tell, I thought you’d passed out on me.”

“I think I did,” she pulled the dildo out and looked at it, “I must get myself one of these handy little tools, maybe a vibrating one.”

“Do I get to use it on you?” I laid down beside her.

“I could be convinced,” she rolled onto her side and studied me, “speaking of which,” she brought her knee up to my crotch, “it’s your turn.”

Peggy straddled me, she was a little hesitant at first and I helped by stroking her gently. When she started kissing my body I just closed my eyes and let her find her own way but eventually I had to start fingering myself. Peggy took over shortly afterwards, sliding her fingers inside me while she teased my lips with her tongue, I let out a loud groan and she went harder. Eventually however we had to pause to clean the dildo and with a toy in her hand Peggy was far more confident and soon she was pushing it in and out while I rubbed myself.

It took some time to get me off but I wasn’t in a hurry, it was her first time with a woman and even though I was inexperienced I had enough sense to just let her keep going. My orgasm was nowhere near as intense as hers but it was certainly satisfactory and left me with a smile on her face. Peggy seemed almost contented as she settled down beside me.

“Well that was different,” she finally spoke.

As to what happened next, well that’s a little complicated because the next morning she felt a little weird about it and I felt awkward as a result. One thing that did come out out of all that however was that I came out to my parents. Mum cried and told me I’d disgraced the entire family, dad tried to smooth things over and my sister came to the rescue. It was the day after Diana’s funeral and everyone was a little sadder than normal, I’ve recognised that now.

It would take another few weeks before mum came to some sort of acceptance and by then Peggy and I were going through a rough patch. We were no different to a straight couple. I was renting a room but when we had sex it changed the dynamics of the household. I actually moved out for six weeks and into a house with two gay guys I knew from the club.

It would take another world changing event to bring us back together when Scotland was finally given its own Parliament. I bumped into Peggy in George Square where we’d been called in to keep a watch on the crowd and there was Peggy, as bold as brass with her face painted in Saltire blue and white. I hugged her and told her I missed her and two days later I came around to see her and that’s where I date our anniversary from because we finally admitted that what we needed was some sort of commitment. She’d been celibate ever since I moved out and admitted that being so long without sex was probably the best move she’d made in years.

“For years I used to define my self esteem by my ability to pick up a guy, but being on my own forced me to face up to certain things much closer to home,” she picked up her coffee.

“Like my innate ability to fall into crap jobs just because I have to work, I’ve been in retail for so fucking long I’ve got the retail smile plastered on my face but deep down I’m as miserable as sin, I think I’ll scream if some woman asks if we’ve got this in her size. If it’s not on the fucking rack then you’re out of fucking luck.”

“So do a course, you’ve got the British passport, I couldnae work retail either.”

“Money,” she admitted, “it all comes down to money, I need to pay rent. I suppose I could always get another boarder, or,” she looked at me.

“I could get you back in here.”

“Even after what happened?”

“That’s just it,” she ran a hand through her hair, “we never talked about it. I wanted to talk about it but I didn’t know what to say. We screwed up royally but if you moved in it would be different, I mean I’m not gay but I want to be with you, I miss not having you here but if we did go down that path then I want something more.”

“Yeah, that’s the word,” she put her hands between her legs, “I’m still curious but there’s a part of me that thinks you’ve got what you want, it’s just that she hasn’t got a cock.”

“You and me both,” she smiled crookedly, “so, what do you say? If we’re going to make a go of it then we have to go slow, I live in fear of seeing you with some other woman.”

“All right,” I replied a moment later, “we’ll keep the same arrangement, I’ll have my own room when you’re having a straight day and when you’re feeling gay I’ll sleep in your bed.”

A strange arrangement even for me but that was the long and the short of it for the next six months but by degrees that changed and eventually my old bedroom was turned into an office because she wanted a computer room. By that time I had my own computer and so it just seemed like a natural progression. Not long afterwards she enrolled in university to do a computer course and I became the main breadwinner.

And so there you have it, the long and complicated story of how Peggy and I got together. She’s now an IT specialist and I’m a detective. To this day, Peggy still doesn’t identify as gay because she has an abiding hatred of labels.

“Labels are for inanimate objects not people.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself.