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Tired of the normal "fuck-suck" stories I read, I decided to write some my own way. They are much longer than most, and have (I feel) more character development than most other adult stories. This story is intended only to be enjoyed by consenting adults. It is based on both real life experiences and fantasy. Any similarities to anybody, living or dead, is intentional. Only the names have been changed to protect the involved parties. If you are interested in more like these, my E-Mail address is mushrom@hotmail.com. All of my stories and more are now available at my web site, "Adventures In Erotica". This is a free site, and the address is http://scroll.to/erotica. I welcome any input, or comments, or your own stories. Since I distribute it for free, please do not place it in any "pay for access" sites. Other than that, as long as nothing is cut out (including these comments) distribution is unlimited.
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Mary had been my co-worker for just over a year. We worked together at the same software sales company, and spent 2-3 days a month on the road. When we were first teamed up together, nobody thought that it would work out.
You see, everybody at the office knew that I was former military, and the stereotype of that of course is somebody totally inflexible in their outlooks. I happen to be far from that, but nobody at work knew that yet. The reason they thought that would affect us is that Mary is a Lesbian.
I had always been of the belief that what a person does in private is their own business, as long as it is not illegal. So this did not bother me any. It soon became obvious to each of us that we were going to be good friends in fact.
I looked forward to our evenings on the road. Most of the trips were from 2-3 days each, and were fun as well as business. It became our routine to go out to 1 or 2 clubs during the nights, and we would actually compare the ladies, telling each other which ones we thought were the best looking, best dressed, or might be the hottest in bed. Occasionally one of us would even get lucky, going with a partner to our own room or the other persons place for a night of fun.
We also spent a lot of time talking, either during the drives/flights to our sites, or in the evenings over dinner. In one such conversation, I learned that she had been repeatedly molested as a child. She did not saw who, but I assumed it was her dad, since she never talked about him.
I already knew that she had a high sex drive, and would get depressed if she could not score at least one time during our stays.Mary told me one time that she liked men, but the idea of having sex with them repulsed her. She knew it was because of the molestation, but was unable to change that. However, during our second year of working together, she was drunk and giggled to me "If I was ever to try it with a guy, you would be the one."
We were in Texas for a 1 week convention, and the weather was nasty outside. We were lucky to get adjoining rooms, so we sat in and ordered dinner to be delivered. So we sat in the room, eating pizza and drinking beer. We had my curtains open, and watched the storm rolling across the plains. It was a pretty sight, but I could tell she was not liking the thunder and lightning.
She told me that it scared her, and always had. After finishing off the pizza and beer, we said goodnight, and she returned to her room. I watched TV for a bit longer, then turned in myself.
A few hours later, I was awakened by a loud crash, and realized that the storm had taken a very bad turn. Several more claps of thunder followed closely afterwards. I heard a stifled scream, and Mary ran into my room and jumped into the bed, actually shivering. I held her as she lightly sobbed onto my shoulder, and waited for her to calm herself down.
When it was obvious that the storm was not ending soon, she asked in a quiet voice if she could sleep with me. I hesitated for a moment, and said that she could. The storm continued, and soon she was lying next to me, my arms around her as she jumped during the claps.
She told me of how bad her fear was, but that she could not help it. She started to lay her head on my chest, but recoiled violently and shook. I asked her what was wrong, and in a quiet voice she told me that it was my chest hair. I was only wearing under shorts, so I quickly got a T-shirt out of my luggage and put it on. That was good enough, and she laid her head back on my shoulder.
She finally admitted to me that it had been her father that molested her, and did so for almost 4 years. I felt saddened as she told me that. She said that his chest was as hairy as mine, and the touching of it caused her to react against her will. I softly caressed her back as we talked, and she admitted that it felt nice.
"Why couldn't you be a girl" she joked. "I could easily love you, if I could ever stand to have you touch me. But just the thought of seeing or being touched by a penis makes me frightened and ill."
I told her to relax, that I was simply trying to make her feel good, not to excite either of us. I moved my hands down to the small of her back, and she actually purred quietly, pressing her belly against my side as I caressed and massaged her there. I was surprised when she gently kissed my cheek, and thanked me for letting her stay with me.
We soon fell asleep. A few hours later, I groggily woke up, and discovered that we were lying spoon fashion, with her bottom pressed against my groin. My arm was around her waist, and was actually cupping her breast. I tried to quietly pull away, when she mumbled for me to stay.
"It's OK, please hold me. It feels nice, and I can handle this."
The only question was whether or not I could handle it. I had long been attracted to her large breasts, and I could feel that her nipple was stiff under my palm. I made an adjustment, and she sighed as I brought my other arm under her, Mary resting her head on it as I reached down to cup her other breast.
All Mary was wearing was a thin T-shirt and panties. I could feel the warmth of her through the fabric, and found it very erotic and arousing. But remembering what she must have been through, I was able to keep any sexual thoughts out of my mind, and just hold her like she was, a scared woman.
We laid there for a long time, savoring the firmness of her breasts. They felt so nice in my hands, and I could tell that she had large nipples, because they were both hard under my palms. I buried my face into her hair, and smelled, enjoying the scent of her. I realized that I was getting an erection, and pulled my groin back. "No" she again whispered, and reached back to pull me against her again.
"I am able to handle this right now, and I know that you can not control it." There was another loud crash outside, and she trembled in my arms. I whispered soothing things into her ear, trying to get her to calm down again. Mary started to lightly caress my arm, and said that I was very helpful.
I leaned forward to kiss her cheek, but she surprised me by turning her face, and kissing me on the lips. This was not just a quick peck either. Mary rolled onto her back, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me long. I wrapped both arms around her back, holding her gently and firmly. I wanted to hold her so badly, but did not want to scare her either.
After about 10 minutes, we broke apart, and she breathed out, saying "wow" as she did. We hugged closely, and she said that she had wanted to do that for a long time.
"I don't have a problem with kissing you at all. I could do that all night long."
To make sure of that, we started to kiss again. She slid her hand up into my hair, and I felt her tongue gently on my lips. I opened, and she slid it into my mouth. I gently caressed her tongue in my mouth, and she almost pulled it into her own mouth with hers.
We did this for almost an hour, just deep kissing and hugging.It was getting light outside when we finally took a break. I called down to the lobby, and learned that the show for the day had been cancelled, because of the storm. I ordered room service again as we decided to just stay inside today.
After breakfast, we cuddled up again, and she told me that it must have been our long time working relationship that allowed what we did during the night. I said that I agreed, and that I would never do anything she did not want me to do.
We rested for a while, then I awoke, again lying in spoon position, and with my hands on her breasts. I heard a soft moaning, and realized that Mary was moving slightly. I looked down carefully, and realized that she was playing with herself. My cock gave a lurch, and she must have felt it because she suddenly stopped.
"Mike" she whispered. "Are you awake?"
"Yes, I am" I whispered back.
Mary surprised me by reaching up and taking my right arm off of her breast. I started to remove my other hand when she whispered for me to leave it there. She gently kissed my hand, and caressed her own face with it. I started to caress her myself, and she sighed.
I gently squeezed her breast in my left hand, and she moaned lightly. I was further surprised when she took my hand, and slid it down into her panties. She had a thick mat of pubic hair, and was very damp.
"Please, I want you to do this, but be gentle."
I kissed her again, deeply as I slid my hand in and around her pubic hair, gently playing with it. It felt so nice, feeling her this way. Soon I moved my hand away, and she moaned in frustration.
"Just relax. I want to make this last longer. We have all day, no reason to rush. Plus I want to make sure you are ready and able to handle this."
I moved my hands up and cupped her face in them, kissing her deeply and passionately as I did so. She shuddered lightly, but I could tell it was from passion, not fear or revulsion. We continued to kiss like that, and I rolled us onto our sides, facing each other.
I took my time, spending 10 minutes before I moved down to start kissing her ear and neck. Mary moaned my name, and said that she had never felt this way before.
"You are the first man that I can do this with, and not be scared or sickened."
I continued to kiss her neck, and she actually purred as I did so. I was caressing her back, but started to move my hand to her side, and was soon caressing the side of her breast. I was trying to go slowly, because I really wanted to make love to her. I kept telling her that I really cared about her, and that I would stop at any time.
I moved my hand to the front again, this time concentrating on her nipple as I gently pinched and caressed it. I was biting her ear lobe lightly, then sucking it into my mouth. I felt her belly pressing against mine, and it was marvelous.
I felt her hands caressing my chest through the shirt, and I moved my hand down, then inside of hers. I caressed her belly, slowly working my way up. She moaned how good it felt, then kissed my neck. I moved further down as I moved up, kissing her neck and shoulder as my hand cupped her breast.
I knew that she was a 36C, from accompanying her on clothes shopping trips a few times. Feeling them was even better. I could tell that her nipples were as large as I had imagined. Her areola felt to be the size of a half dollar, and I gently ran my fingers around them. I gently caressed the side of her hard nipple, poking out stiffly from the center. Mary moaned into my neck as I gently caressed her distended nipple, then softly pinched it, rolling my fingers around it.
We continued this way for almost an hour, kissing and necking as I caressed her breasts and she caressed my back and chest. We finally broke to take a rest. Holding each other, we listened to the rain pour down outside as we quietly talked about the last day.
After a while, Mary started to caress my chest again, and we started to kiss some more. I slowly pushed up her shirt, and bent my head down to suckle her breasts. I gently sucked, licking her nipple as I did. Mary held my face tight, moaning softly as I lightly bit and suckled. Soon, I felt her groin pressing against mine. She rhythmically pressed her groin against mine as we kissed.Soon she was gasping, and pressing real hard against me. We rolled over, with her on top of me.
I continued to suckle and lick her breasts as she reached orgasm, I moved up to kiss her deeply. She moaned into my mouth as she shuddered, and then collapsed on top of me. I gently caressed her back as she laid there, holding me tight and kissing me all over my face.
After Mary recovered her breath, she rolled onto her side, and we cuddled some more. We talked, and she admitted that that was the first time she actually enjoyed having an orgasm with a man. In a little girl voice, she told me that sometimes her dad would force her to have an orgasm when he raped her. It seemed that it made him feel more like a man when she would come when he gave her one, so she learned to fake them, just to get him to leave her alone.
She slowly moved her hand up and down my chest, and moved her leg along my thigh. It felt so wonderful, just holding this lovely lady. Finally, she looked at me, and said "You have not cum yet, have you?"
I said that I had not, but it was OK. She had, and that is what was important to me. I felt her tremble as she lowered her hand, cupping my groin through my shorts. She gently caressed my hardness through them. I whispered that she did not have to do this, but she said that she did.
"I want to get over at least some of this, and you are the best man I know of."
With this, she pulled my underwear off, and slowly reached out. After stopping a few times, she finally grasped my erection, and held it. Very gently, she started to caress me, stroking me firmly. It felt wonderful, as she held me tight enough to feel, but loose enough that her hand slipped up and down my skin. I turned my head to kiss her, and felt her tremble slightly. I whispered reassuring words to her again.
I could tell that she was fairly good, but felt like I wanted to kill her father, knowing where she had gotten the experience.After about 5 minutes, she stopped and said that her hand was tired.I said it was OK, and we cuddled for a while.
She said she was doing better than she expected she would, and reached down to remove my shirt. I asked if she was sure, and Mary reassured me she was. She gingerly ran her fingers through my chest hair, this time with no obvious revulsion on her face. Slowly, she moved her hand, caressing my nipples. She giggled when they became hard, comparing them to the size of her nipples. After playing with them for several moments, Mary moved her hand down some more.
Finally she was gripping my hard cock again. By this time, she actually seemed like she wanted to do this, the hesitancy from earlier was completely gone. We started to kiss again, as she rapidly moved her hand up and down my hardness. After only a few minutes, I felt that I was close, and broke the kiss to warn her.
Mary looked down, and I caught her smiling as I went over the top, and started cumming. Sperm shot out, and the first few jets caught her in the face. After that, they trailed off, covering my chest and belly. I had not had an orgasm that strong in a long time. When she finally let go of me, we shared another kiss, then Mary got up to go get a washcloth.
It was wonderful watching her lovely body walk across the floor, then feel her gentle hand again as she gently washed the sperm from my body. We then cuddled together some more, spending the entire day in bed together.
That was 6 months ago, and things are still pretty much the way they were originally. People are still amazed that this former military guy can work with a Lesbian, and vise versa. We enjoy our out of town trips, and occasionally try to pick up on women, and laugh about it in fun. But maybe every 2nd or 3rd trip, we make love like that again. We have yet to actually have intercourse, but our necking and petting sessions are very enjoyable. The last time, she even mentioned possibly involving another girl between the two of us. I do not know if that will ever happen, but I do care greatly about Mary, and would probably do anything for her.