Chapter 1

Just inside Doris’s bedroom door, I paused to admire her slim late thirties figure. I ran my appreciative eyes up her artistically sculpted legs, her narrow waist and her delightfully curved hips. Up higher, she was standing erect with her perky breast tips pressing forward like a pair of attacking knights trying to trap a queen in a game with only one winner. Her graceful neck led up to her beautiful face free of make-up except for lipstick. It was so much like me that I felt she might have been my twin in another life. That same delicate face was complimented by the soft, silky dirty blond hair so similar to mine. It flowed down to the sun-darkened skin of the tops of her shoulders.

Doris’s chest heaved with emotion as she looked back over her shoulder at me standing only inches from her defenseless body. I moved closer to her and lightly brushed the strands of loose hair from the side of her face.

“What are you doing?”

She asked with shaky shallow breath. I could see her beautiful fresh face and her eyes locked like lasers on my passion-filled eyes.

“Are you going to make me do something?”

The sound of her quivering voice pushed me into high drive leading me to gently rub the back of my fingers across her cheekbones and the sensual dimple near her chin.

“I want to taste you and you know right where I mean.”

She trembled out a reply that made no sense.

“I can’t do that, I am sorry. I like men.”

She pulled away from me slightly but it only made me put my hands around her classic neck to prevent her from moving any further away from me.

“I am going to lick you all over, Doris. Take everything off right now and let me see your body.”

She was agitated now and pleaded with me like some schoolgirl trapped in the classroom closet.

“No, you can’t do that to me, please!”

Her voice was higher now and she was sounding confused and trembling with emotion.

I calmed her like she was a nervous filly at the starting gate.

“Just do exactly what I tell you and you will do just fine. This doesn’t have to be a big deal.”

I could see the concern in her eyes and she pretended to struggle in my arms. Of course, she was unable to gain her freedom from my restraining grip. I knew she wasn’t really trying very hard but it was still nicer that she kept up the pretense.

I gave her space to strip her clothes off and she cooperated exactly like I knew she would. The sight of her bare skin came close to giving me a standing orgasm before I even got my fingers in her luscious business. I stripped off all my clothing as well and we rubbed against each other in silent harmony with not words and just the beat of our racing hearts and the touch of our probing fingers.

I pushed her up against the closet mirror and she saw us both like animals in the reflection.

“It is time for you to follow orders. Do you understand me, Doris?”

I was quite stern, but we both knew it was just an act.

I slapped her softly on her backside and she must have suffered an immediate mini-orgasm that caused her to pant and whimper into the reflection of our two faces in front of us. She was moving her head up and down in complete compliance with my instructions. I saw some tears at the corners of her eyes and considered stopping, but changed my mind, when I saw her ass cheeks push back as if asking for more of the same only a whole lot harder.

Slowly, looking into the mirror, I drew my left hand softly down the curve of her heart-shaped ass and squeezed her cheeks with enough force to make her moan like a woman possessed by a devil from down under. The delicious sounds of her whimpers made me shudder with delight and I started to spank her with a much harder demand on her soft female flesh. She was kissing and licking the reflection of both our faces in the mirror and pushed her pert little bottom back for more of the same.

Her hair and ears were victims of my probing tongue and she made no effort to evade my intrusion on her intimate privacy. My hands began to knead her magnificent breasts and she pushed them up for my touch offering them with muted joy. She cried out in despair when I flicked my greedy thumbs across her nipples. I knew then that she was mine and would surrender every secret to me with happy compliance.

The mirror told me that the terrible heat of the moment was rising up inside her and she knew it even better than I. I was certain she wanted me more than anything else at that moment but she was still afraid of the consequences. Her spine was arched now and she pushed back for the touch of my body against her skin. I shamefully admit I took advantage of the situation to ravage her backside with both my hands and wished I had a man-tool to make her my bitch.

All I had was my fingers and my pointed tongue to wear down her faux resistance.

I spread her beautiful buttocks and gently rimmed her pucker with my heated tongue. She was purring now like a demented kitten in a sensual trance that focused all of her concentration on the need of her long-denied womanhood for the attention she craved above all other.

Pushing my greedy pointed tongue inside her primed rosebud, I stayed just inside her almost an eternity which was actually less than a moment in time.

I guess by now you have figured out I am a confirmed lesbian.

Not that I think there is anything not normal in that. In fact, I do let guys in my pants every now and then just because I want to keep the image of being a regular feminine girl for my parents of a non-adapting generation and for other girlfriends that are totally straight and would not understand my desire for female flesh.

I always get the question, “When are you getting married, Patricia?”

There is no answer to that question that does not sound like an excuse for my lack of interest in the opposite sex.

Then, there is the ever-popular “Haven’t you wanted to have a baby?”

That one makes me want to scream out, “No, nieces and nephews are just fine with me.”

My shrink tried to brainwash me into thinking that being raped as a child by a drunken Uncle was the reason for my choice of sexual partners. I rejected that because I knew deep inside I preferred pussy a lot more than cock a long time before he bent me over my mom’s beloved leather sofa. I remembered it was a rainy, crazy Sunday morning when we were all alone by ourselves and no witnesses to my loss of virginity.