Chapter 4

“Oh,” she moaned, “it hurts.”

“Sorry,” I withdrew, “looks like we’ll have to do some more work.”

I planted my hands on either side of her and leaning forward, kissed her slowly and passionately, we parted not long after and I lavished her with soft, teasing kisses, I was pressed hard against her, she still had her legs bent but now they pressed hard against me.

I arched my back and pushed my genitals against hers and while my aim was a little off, the gentle rocking motion brought her to life. She grabbed my buttocks and pulled me down, I went with her and kept rocking myself back and forth. Anita was arching her back, as if to stimulate sex with a man but found no penis.

A few minutes later Anita brought her hand around and she undid the button on my trousers and folded the flap back and unhooked the metal hook. She paused with her finger on the zipper and then slowly unzipped me, I raised myself upwards as the fly parted to reveal my panties. Her eyes shifted to take in the red g-string and then she slid her hand down over my genitals. Anita seemed almost transfixed as if not sure of what to do next but then instinct took over and she began rubbing my genitals through the g-string. I arched my back and closing my eyes, exhaled and made it clear that I liked what she was doing. Admittedly she was new at this but that was also a turn on for me, and it was giving her courage to take the next step.

Anita moved her hands up under my shirt to my breasts and pushed them upwards. I moved in a little more to make it easier for her and began to undo the rest of my shirt. It parted soon after to reveal my red bra and she managed a smile.

“Yeah, nothing like matching lingerie, when I can be bothered.”

I pulled the trousers over my hips and down my thighs. It took some time to pull them off though and then I was wearing just a bra and panties. I looked down at her and she rested her hands on my thighs as I undid the belt and pulled it through the belt loops. The belt hit the floor with a soft plop and I undid the button at the side of her skirt, the zipper slid all the way down and I moved my hand under the waistband to the other side, flicking the blouse out at the same time.

Our lips met again in a tender kiss and then I undid her second button to deepen the vee and kissed her bare skin. Another button came loose and now I could get my hands up to her shoulders, my hips were jammed against her, trapping her and I descended on her throat and shoulders as I undid the fourth button and felt the cup of her bra. My mouth moved down her front, I flicked my tongue over her skin, teasing the nerve endings. Anita’s breathing was becoming ragged and forced as I kept up my remorseless attack. My hair slid over her skin as I undid a fifth button and finally pulled the blouse over her white lace bra.

“You look beautiful,” I breathed.

“Thank you, ma’am,” she grinned, “but what are you going to do with me now?”

“Hmm, decisions, decisions.”

I undid her belt and the button at the side of her skirt, I hesitated for a brief moment before unzipping her skirt. The waistband sagged and I flicked the rest of the blouse out of the waistband and undid the last two buttons. Her eyes softened as the blouse was spread out over the bed and then I grabbed her wrists and pinning them on the bed, smothered her with kisses. Anita giggled as I went down further. I got to her belly button and my tongue danced over it as I released her wrists. I was vaguely aware she was undoing her cuff buttons as I dragged the skirt over her hips and moved backwards, taking the skirt with me. I finally got it off at about the same time as Anita managed to sit up and remove her blouse.

I moved forward and straddled her while my mouth descended on her shoulders with soft, sensual bites, I undid her bra strap but because we were pressed up against each other the bra didn’t fall away. I caressed her back with gentle, sweeping movements and then I undid my own bra and pushed her down onto the bed. Her bra fell away to reveal smallish breasts with pert, upturned nipples. I went down on her, flicking my tongue over her nipples and feeling them harden as I drew them up into my mouth and sucked them, and then I was moving, over her belly to her panties. There was some hesitation as I removed her panties to reveal the patch of hair between her legs, I looked at her and managed a slight grin.

“This may feel a little weird.”

My tongue slicked over her moist lips and she whimpered softly as I reached her perineum and then moved back up, it was something I did several times in a row, taking longer with each pass and then I began to knuckle her, teasing her moist opening with a knuckle. Anita moved beneath me, I felt her hands on my head as I worked on her and finally I uncurled my finger and pushed a digit inside her moist passage. She bucked beneath me but I held it still and kept licking her, she was getting wetter by the minute, even her thighs were covered in a thin film of sweat. Another digit went in and I went to work on her clitoris, circling the hood with my tongue and pressing against the hood. That seemed to drive her wild and I chanced another digit. I had gone as far as I could and now began to slide in and out, dragging my finger in a come hither motion to stimulate the front of her vaginal passage.

Her sighs became deeper and more guttural, she instinctively spread her legs wider as I kept sliding my finger in and out of her passage. Anita moved up and down as I kept working, her cries became more intense, like that of a wounded animal although I wasn’t hurting her. A second finger made it inside and began to stretch her as I kept licking her and when the clitoral hood slid back I danced my tongue over the delicate organ as I increased the rhythm. Anita writhed beneath me, as if trying to get away but when I glanced up briefly I saw she had gripped the uprights of the bedhead and was using them for support as she pushed harder against me. Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead and she was panting heavily. I returned to the task at hand, finger fucking her to orgasm and after another few minutes her cries became harsher and then she swore.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck me, oh, oh,” she tightened around me as the orgasm took her away.

When she came to I had finished and was extricating my fingers, she had a delicious smile on her face as she stroked my face.

“I think that was an orgasm,” I sucked my finger.

“Is that how it happens with guys?”

“Kind of, I think. I’ve never been with a guy so I wouldn’t know. I’ve seen lots of cocks because I’m a nurse but I’ve never seen one inside me, but I do like the vibrator.”

“Hmm,” she kept stroking me, “that could be interesting.”

“You asked for it,” I sat up and opened a drawer of the bedside cabinet, “voilà,” I held it up.

“That’s supposed to fit inside you?”

“We stretch,” I started lubing it up, “your passage can stretch to accommodate a baby. Now if men had to go through childbirth every family would be a single parent family or the human race would have died out.”

I flopped onto my back and handed her the vibrator.

“Take me to heaven.”

“Tell me if I do something wrong.”

As it turned out, there was no need for instruction but it is shaped like a cock, and although she didn’t go down on me that first night I wasn’t caring at all, it’s not an absolute for me. Some women like going down on you, others don’t and of course once a month it depends on your partner. Suffice it to say, I came hard and then it was her turn again and she loved that vibrator twisting and turning inside her again and again. Her second orgasm lasted much longer, I actually thought she’d passed out until her eyelids flashed open.

“I have to get one of these things.”

“We’ll take a trip down the sex shop,” I promised her.

“Speaking of which,” she looked down at herself, “I’m not going to make it to my bible study tonight and if I could, there’s no way I could concentrate.”

Nothing more was said about it that night, but as we curled up on the couch I knew Pandora’s box had been well and truly opened. Alicia didn’t need to be told what had happened, the fact that Anita was lying between my legs told her everything.

“Well I guess we’ll need to make room for one more,” was her only comment.

It was the elephant in the room. I’ve never been one to force people to come out, it’s a personal thing and some people want to stay inside their closets and I must confess that you can get up to all kinds of things inside a closet. But the die had been cast and although I didn’t see her for two days, she kept texting me with cute little texts and pictures.

They say that on the third day, Jesus rose again and on that third day, Anita followed suit, rising from her bed to go home and tell her parents and siblings that she was coming out. It ignited a shit storm of monumental proportions. Her father was furious for now his daughter had shamed him. In the end she came to live with us in Canterbury and while it took a month or so to settle down into some form of normality I feel as if she and I have stepped over a threshold. We’re now a couple, I don’t go out on the tear picking up women and she’s still working at the solicitor’s office but wants to do her law degree soon. It’s what she’s always wanted and who am I to argue?

On a final note, Kung Fu Tracey came around to provide security for Anita’s coming out party and a couple of weeks later she too hooked up with a woman, which begs the question, is it contagious or is it just that by embracing our true natures we encourage others to do the same? And now that I’ve finished this tale I have to email it to Tracey’s friend. She’s doing some dissertation on human relations and is looking for personal stories from gay people, I have no idea what she’ll think of this story but it’s out of the bag now.