I am a male also dealing with depression, and I finally got on venlafaxine which killed my erection over the course of a year. I was in love with her for so long before we actually got together, and damn she was so amazing. Her mom had polio when she was young I guess that was before Polio shots came out , and as a result, one of her legs wasn't so good, so her bedroom was downstairs. I couldn't help but press harder and rub more firmly against her, trying to focus on where I thought her clit was. Best friend, to be more specific. With my hand on her stomach, I could feel her moving under the sheets. And not really any more or less so than my first with a boy, though that was all kissing.
Letting her know that I desire no other but her. We were hanging out, waiting to go watch a showing. She pushed me up on the sink and fingered me over and over while twisting my nipples. Then we turned away from each other and went to sleep. It was very hard for us to hang out and date but I was determined to make it work. Even if I was pretending to be asleep, it's still an embarrassing situation. She did this a few times, and then eventually eased up.
We kept walking and I kept a close eye on her hand swinging back and forth next to her slender body, I wondered what she would do if I held her hand. She's naturally a light brunette, but she would frequently color her hair so that it was more of a reddish color. I was pressed against her back, with my arm over her, my hand resting lightly against her stomach. The waiter came over to our table and asked if we ready to order yet. I took the opportunity to slide the rest of my fingers between her legs and rub against her pajama-covered clit. She took me to a hollywood undead show, that night i made out with her for two straight hours.
We would kiss first, and then we outlined the next steps and how we would do them one at a time and then we would stop and talk about it and make sure we still wanted to do it or go to the next step and if at any point one of us wanted to stop, that was it, we would stop. My right hand slowly traces down her spine sending jolts of electricity through her. I couldn't help myself from staring at her bent over in front of me, wanting to touch and to lick her, to drink her sweet juices instead of it getting wasted on her bikini. We hit the free drinks a little harder than expected because we were both winning and time got away from us. I was just happy to do that but what came next was the most amazing experience of my life.
I left my marriage and ran into her arms. My hand softly glides over her bum and rests where her bum meets the top of her leg and I pull her up. Her legs were together, I remember that. I thought she had woken up, and I froze in my position, pretending to be sound asleep. I remember sneaking out before anyone at home saw me.
We talked for a few minutes about something, I think. I didnt know if i really liked girls or if just liked the idea of liking girls, if that makes sense. I liked that answer so I pulled her in for a kiss and she returned the kiss with as much passion as I was giving her. For the first time in my life, I was completely intoxicated with the smell of her hair. This was proceeded by a contest of who can slap the other the most times.
I come back with the drink, set it in hand, get back to chit-chatting, and I made a bit of a pass at her. Eventually, I was able to fall asleep. I think it began more out of curiosity than anything, but then I began to wonder more and more, and it eventually developed into something sexual. So now I find myself in a lesbian love affair and am ecstatic. It was getting late in the afternoon and the sun was starting to go down and it will take us about 20 minutes to walk back to the station and then on the train for about an hour until we got back to my house.
It's not that she wasn't attractive; she just never dressed the part. I will never forget that smell as long as I live. With another woman, the whole act doesn't center around getting it hard and keeping it hard, you can have sex forever and nothing goes soft or gets rubbed raw. She just didn't seem interested in dating or boys or sex or any of that. When we finally left the bathroom, her kitten licked up the puddle. After that I got a tingly feeling deep down inside my own wettning pussy, luckily she couldn't see up my skirt and see the wet patch I was starting to make.
It was a Queen size, so there was room for both of us. We stayed together for 11 years…. We had shared a house for ten years and been a little like mother and daughter. Of course I had seen her in her swimsuit, and even her underwear. Christine is 5'5' tanned, brown hair, blue eyes, okay body, nice ass, and D tits and trimmed pussy. We had the occasional fight, but it never usually lasted more than a day or two.
Once she calmed down from her orgasm, we got dressed and packed up our stuff and headed for the train station to go back to my place. As we went downstairs, we could see through the front window that there was a huge snowstorm outside. I do like kissing women, and that was a pleasant surprise. I got up and took my bikini bottoms off, I turned and faced Kirra and asked her if she would like to join me for one last swim before we packed up and left. We have resided together for the most part but I moved out in August.