The other night, two things happened while the FHF was at class.
First, I started a dating profile on OKC looking specifically for local girls to date in a possible secondary relationship.
It took me ages to set it up. I’ve never ventured into online dating. I’ve actually never tried to find a date, things just…. happen. So I looked, browsed, answered questions, looked at some potential matches and got excited. Excited, but too nervous to take the first step. Plus, I didn’t want to send of messages with an unfinished, brand new profile. So I forced myself to work on my profile.
Several hours later, it was up. When FHF came home, I told him the news and he was happy for me and wished me luck in finding someone. I’m so excited to have his support in this!
But I’m so incredibly nervous. I feel like an idiot who is running off into uncharted territory searching for who knows what… I don’t know how to do this!? If a message does come in (or if I get up the nerve to ask someone out) – I will be so nervous. I am choosing NOT to think about that right now.
And then that night: what I remember as my first ever girl-girl dream. I’ve often thought that the reason I’ve never had a lesbian dream before is because I’ve never had that girl-girl experience, so I have only my imagination to go off of – but my imagination feels so limited compared that its hard to imagine it.
I am going to a back specialist because my large boobs and the bras accompanying them have made me have back problems. I go up to the office in a large office building and the waiting room is large. In fact, it looks like a physical therapy office with a welcome desk in the center and then people all around moving in different ways. There’s an odd corner of people napping in sleeping bags and I shrug it off as some weird therapy tool. I hope I get to nap too, they look so comfy.
I’m asked to wait and I wonder with all of the people in the room how long my wait will be and what exactly she’ll want me to do for my back. I assume some massage and then stretching that I won’t enjoy.
A woman with dark raven hair approaches me. She is wearing black heals with pointed toes, bare legs, a wool skirt to the knee, dark blouse, and a white doctor’s coat that ends mid-thigh. She looks like a TV doctor: professional, beautiful, fit. Too perfect. She looks at her clipboard as she calls my name, eyeing me for conformation. I stand, and she invites me toward the back where I see there are small offices hidden along a back wall. They almost look like cubicles with doors rather than offices.
We step inside and I notice the room is bare save the carpet and a wood cupboard. So, there will be stretching and stuff I won’t enjoy. And I don’t see a sleeping bag, damn.
“So, you have a girlfriend?” she asks.
I’m confused. How does she know I like women? “No,” I answer, “but I have a fiance.” I decide not to point out my fiance is a man and not a woman. I’d rather keep her thinking I like women.
She invites me to take off my shirt so she can examine where my bra is hitting me compared with my area of complaint and figure out how to help. I pull of my sweater, conscious of my boobs spilling out of my bra as she is turned away fumbling in the cupboard with something.
I turn away to fold my shirt and set my purse down. When I turn back around, there she is. The doctor’s coat is gone, as is her skirt, and she’s wearing a strap-on with harness. The dildo is pretty big. My eyes stare at it.
“I’m sure you know what this is.” I nod. She lays down on the floor. “Suck.” she orders me.
I kneel down between her legs. She is wearing no underwear and the harness is framing her pussy just right. It’s completely bare, freshly waxed. She has small pink pussy lips and I can see her clit peaking out at the apex. It looks slick with wetness.
“Suck,” she orders again, interrupting my reverie. Her voices is strong and I don’t question her authority. I wrap my lips around her dildo and start to suck slowly.
“I don’t believe you. Suck like it was real. I want to imagine you wanting this dick.” I lick the head and start bobbing slightly down the shaft. I’m so confused and I’m not sure what this has to do with physical therapy, but the sound of her voices makes me want to listen to her. My eyes flick up to her face and she’s watching me, intensely.
I am craving her approval and wondering how far this will go. Will I be rewarded for my effort? I start taking longer strokes and trying to deep throat this dildo. It’s longer than my fiance’s — there’s no way I can do this. She sees my effort and encourages me with an approving “good girl.”
Spit runs down the shaft as my lips pursue the end of it, reaching toward her pussy mound. I can smell her scent and its musk is delicious. I start to think about tasting it. My saliva starts dripping down the shaft and drops are spilling onto her. Once again I take a look at her and she is smiling, pleased with me. Her hands reach toward my head and she runs her slender fingers through my hair.
I look down at her cunt and see her lips are slick with wet. I want to taste her so much! I reach my hands up to grab her hips, but before I can touch her, she grabs my hands and slams them onto the floor beside her. “No touching me today,” she says. “Just suck for now.”
For now. Today. So, what will happen in my future visits?