I’d never really been aware of any lesbian tendencies. I found female film stars and pop stars attractive, sure, but I didn’t fancy them as such. That’s what made what happened with Ruth so surprising...
She hooked her left arm behind my knee and began to stroke it, then did the same with Jamie, her right hand caressing his muscular leg. He wiggled uncomfortably, trying to hide the erection which I could see already formed....
The anticipation was excruciating, like an itch I couldn’t scratch. My eyes were screwed shut as I concentrated on his touch, but I looked up to see Ruth watching us fondly. I reached out to take her hand, and she drew it to her cheek....
So tell me about Ruth, you ask, my dear Paula. Make me love her or hate her, you say. I’m not sure I’m up to the task, because I don’t understand her myself, or my feelings for her ...
We kiss, at first tender, lip nibbling kisses as I pull you close; then your mouth opens and my tongue explores this new territory, as a blind man memorises a face....
My lover’s fingers stroked my skin to the stilted rhythm of the music, barely touching me, grazing the downy hairs on my arm, an act as curiously ambiguous as the music: the same movements could have been either platonic or amorous....
In the moonlight, Ruth’s face was bathed in a lambent glow, flickering blue, like a close up of a 1940s film star. I don’t think she ever looked more beautiful. It was all I could do not to cry...
And you lie asleep, my fine young man, at peace, at rest, all passion spent. You look so calm, eyes closed uncreased. My lovely boy, so fair, content....
Ruth’s hand was still stretched out across my stomach, but it was now stroking me gently, tenderly, soft enough to be almost imperceptible. She eased her hand underneath my tee shirt and stroked afresh....
His shorts were fairly baggy, and there was plenty of room for me to slip my hand up them towards his boxer shorts. I rested my hand against his cock, encased in the fabric of his shorts and, I noticed with quiet satisfaction, already quite hard...
I knew at that point that I loved him as I had loved no other man; that I wanted to be with him, to be part of his life, to share his experiences, his ups and downs, triumphs and failures. My beautiful, shy young man had quietly sneaked in and stolen my heart...
And so it goes, the fates compose, And so it seems, contented dreams: A world that's filled with wonder...
Her hand on me was delicious, the strength of her personality suffusing her touch, her love inculcating itself through the slight, perfect strokes of her fingertips on my receptive folds....
The
lovers' dance
Our grand affair, our carefree chance: whither the lovers in the lovers' dance? It wasn't to be, my brightness: forever came too soon.
