Chapter 4

Tamara moaned as I gently massaged her neck and then her face, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh as I kept steady but light contact with her face. I traced along her lips, down her chin and then left her face and brushed down her front. I reached the third button and let the weight of my hand drag the material down.

A moment later I eased the button through the buttonhole and my hand dropped like a stone to the fourth button and she smiled. I felt the edge of her bra cup and then stroked her skin with both hands, up to her neck and face, down to her shoulders and along to her bra straps, and then down the straps to the bottom of the vee. I then repeated the motion in reverse as she mimicked my movements almost exactly.

Her breathing was coming in slow measured breaths and I undid the fourth button and eased the shirt over her bra and she whimpered and undid her cuffs. We kissed again as I stroked her front with spidery fingers, teasing her nerve endings and felt her hands on my breasts. Her thumbs found my nipples beneath the bra and I broke free and stared into her eyes.

Tamara rose and leaned over me as she put her hands around my neck and pulled me towards her. I kissed her skin with soft angel kisses, my tongue flickering over her moistening skin. Tamara’s sighs became deeper and more intense. I found her breasts and began a slow methodical massage through her bra, feeling her nipples hardening under my expert touch. Tamara held me closer and started pulling my shirt out at the back.

“Please don’t stop.”

By then I had no intention of stopping as I undid the fifth and sixth buttons. Her shirt fell off one shoulder as I savored her neck and throat and then I too was rising as she pulled the rest of my shirt out of the waistband of my trousers. I felt her fingers against my belly and then she pushed her palms against my breasts, molding them slowly. Our mutual breast massage went on for some time, alternating with soft teasing kisses that became longer with every minute.

I eventually locked my mouth against hers in a long lingering French kiss as I pulled the shirt out of her waistband and undid the last button.

She looked soulfully at me as she shrugged the shirt off and let it fall to the couch. I kissed her neck and throat as I undid her belt and skirt. Tamara looked down in mild bemusement as the skirt slid over her buttocks to expose her white panties and then looked up and smiled as she parted her legs and let me stroke her inner thighs.

I worked slowly, caressing her thighs and going under her panties but avoiding her genitals. Tamara had her hands on my shoulders and she was watching me work my magic and eventually she let go and slid the skirt over her knees and legs. It hit the floor with a soft plop and she straddled me and wrapping her arms around me, began kissing me with a passion that literally took my breath away. I was trapped beneath her but stroked her back with soft circular movements until finally she broke free and unbuttoned my shirt.

I let her remove my shirt and she kissed me again several times in succession as she raised herself up and fumbled with my belt. It came undone and I adjusted my position, guiding her backwards along the couch as she extended her legs.

Her bra straps slid down as Tamara undid my trousers and I unclipped her bra. It fell downwards and I stopped kissing her and removed my trousers while she lay down to watch me disrobe. I looked over and saw Garfield sitting on the blankets purring contentedly.

Tamara smiled as she reached out and tapped Garfield lightly.

“Go to sleep,” she told him.

I kissed my way down her belly and tickled her perineum, she parted her legs and whimpered as I started masturbating her through the panties and finally she lifted her buttocks and I pulled the silk panties off and began to kiss and stroke my way down her legs. I reached her moist lips and began a slow tongue tease. It was methodical and rhythmic and Tamara fell into the rhythm, pushing against my tongue as she kept her hands on my head. Her cries became more intense and at one point I actually stopped and looked at her. Tamara’s body was glistening with sweat and she had an intense look on her face.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

I bent down and started again, scissoring her lips slowly, building her climax and slipped a digit inside and started stimulating her passage as I kept lapping at her. She expanded under my slow and careful penetration and I got two fingers inside and began bending them and sliding in and out as I focused on building her climax.

Tamara’s breathing became ragged, short sharp gasps as she kept her hands locked on my head. She was pushing towards me and I went deeper and kept licking her lips and clitoris several times in a row as her breathing became labored and then finally, I felt her passage tightening and the familiar sensations of a woman in the throes of orgasm. Tamara whimpered and let go, her head hit the cushion and she let go of my head and grabbed her breasts.

Now I’ve seen women have and intense orgasms but this did go on for a bit longer than I thought possible, she was sweating and clamping me rhythmically again and again as she climaxed, but finally the tide went out and she lay there as quiet as a church mouse. I slid my fingers out and leaned over to see if she was actually breathing. Her eyes were wide and staring and she had a delicious smile on her face as she stroked my face, her eyes were wet with tears.

“That was fucking amazing, I think I passed out.”

“So did I,” I kissed her lips and licked her salty tears.

She propped on her elbows and looked down at herself and giggled.

“Nothing,” she threw her arms around me, “everything is normal, I’m normal.”

Somehow having a straight woman say that to me tickled my funny bone and I started laughing as I sat up and straddled her. Tamara sat up and locking her arms around me, kissed me slowly and passionately and when she broke free she ran her hands through my hair.

“More, she wants more,” I smirked.

“Do you have toys as well?”

“I have a whole bedside drawer dedicated to toys.”

“Uh huh,” she kissed me again and then slid off the couch.

We made love twice more that night, the second time was a little less frantic and the third was a long leisurely drawn out massage and fuck before she snuggled into my arms and put her head on my breasts. We talked for a little bit but at some point she fell asleep because I had to ask her the same question twice before realizing she was fast asleep.

Time moves on and I’ve skipped ahead nearly eight years. Sorry about that! I’m not exactly a stellar writer. That Saturday night however goes down in history as being memorable for two reasons. The first is patently obvious. It was the first time Tamara got naked with a woman and while it took a few more weeks before she felt at ease with a woman, she took to it with her usual seriousness. Tamara is like that. Give her a new subject or a new pursuit and she’ll pull it apart to see how it works and if she can put it back together again. It took a month for her to actually come out but when she did it at work there was a stunned silence. I mean my coworkers kind of knew, it was hard to disguise the looks we gave each other and they knew she was staying in my apartment.

“I’m not a lesbian,” she told them, “but I do love a woman.”

“Um, doesn’t that mean you’re a lesbian?” Kerry asked.

“No,” she shook her head, “I’m sexual and sexual desire can’t be quantified by labels. If you hang a sign around my neck saying lesbian I’ll take it off because humans can’t be defined by mere labels. If I want a baby I need a man’s sperm but if I want love then there’s two options, men or women, so I’m sexually active with a woman.”

It sounded confusing but I went along with it because it made sense to me. She was merely outing herself in her own way. Tamara is a deep thinker, far deeper than me but with that announcement she took charge of the relationship. The changes were subtle but in her view she was feminizing me when we went shopping.

“You’re a woman, dress like a woman,” she held a dress against me, “it won’t turn you straight and that dress would look nice on you and I’ll be the one taking it off you.”

It’s a green off the shoulder dress, yes, one of those dresses that I used to disparage but I’ve come to love that dress because it represents the first time I came out as a woman and that’s the second change to come out of that night. If I taught her how to love a woman, she taught me how to be a woman, Tamara has a very healthy femininity. It’s fluid, it evolves with the times and situations, it’s like the ceaseless tides, ebbing and flowing, and it’s as deep as the ocean. No matter how deep you go there’s always more to explore. Her sense of style is immaculate. Joan once commented when she turned up at an informal celebratory dinner for Tamara’s graduation that she reminded her of Dottie when she was younger.

By then Tamara was doing her post graduate in Latin, she’s a real junkie for academia. Inspired by her, I enrolled in Community college and with her quiet encouragement I went on to become a teacher. Yes that’s right, I’m now a bona fide primary school teacher, which is a big step up from running the bar at the Black Tie. When Tamara was offered a position at Edinburgh university she jumped at it and I jumped across the pond with her.

Now I’m sitting with this baby growing inside me. I wanted her to do the child bearing thing but she’s insistent that I at least have one baby.

“You’re thirty five, your clock is running down and it’s only fair you experience this first, I’ll do the next one.”

And she will, I know she will. When we first moved here she told me she wanted to get married and that’s precisely what we did when they legalized it here and in a rare show of vindictiveness, she sent Roger a wedding photo of us with a message on the back.

See what you could have had? I hope she was worth it because you weren’t.

That wedding photo hangs on our wall. We’re both wearing white dresses and my hair is now almost as long as hers. When mum and dad came over for the wedding, mum was actually stunned at my changed look.

“You’ve turned her into a lady.”

Tamara’s reply was as quick as a hiccup.

“No, I just found the lady inside and brought her out.”

Now I have to lie down and rest. I’ve got a full day at school tomorrow and Tamara has one of those training days at university. Tamara has read the last of my account and wants me to add her own little addendum and she changed the title to Undressing Tamara.

“Because that was what came through the strongest, although you missed out one important bit.”

“You gave me multiple, sequential orgasms that night.”

My three favorite words in one sentence.