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Joan's First Lesbian Lover FFM
By Dudley DoWrite
dudley_dowrite@hotmail.com
This story is dedicated to KatherineT, whose story, "Rachel", rekindled the
memory and cause me to write this.
This is a true story. It happened a lot of years ago and some of the
dialogue had to be reconstructed from my memory, but it is as accurate in
relation to the story itself. I've changed the names, of course, my own as
well, preferring to use my pseudonym.
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I met Joan on a Thanksgiving Eve. I remember the date so well because a
bunch of friends and I were out celebrating my becoming a partner in a Wall
St. firm. Quite a feat in any man's terms, especially for an Hispanic at
that time. Well, half Hispanic anyway, which turned out to be telling in
the events herein related.
The usual suspects were there. About ten or twelve of us from a six or
seven different firms. We were all friendly competitors. This was before
Wall St. REALLY became cutthroat.
We had made our way uptown to a favorite watering hole. It was only about
nine PM so we were fairly sober. As we congregated around the bar, I saw a
guy, fairly well lit up, annoying a very pretty, dark haired girl. She kept
trying to fend him off, he kept persisting. I had to do something about it,
after all, it was my party, and if anyone was going to be persistent it was
I. So, I mounted my white horse and rode in to the rescue. I small scuffle
ensued, but was quickly brought under control. The guy left and I took his
place trying to wend my way in. Something about my cavalier approach struck
a cord with her and we left to go to dinner together.
I learned Joan was a Mid-Westerner who had moved to the city after college,
for the experience mostly. She was a teacher in a suburban school looking
for a change in employment, from socialist to capitalist so to speak, she
wanted to make some money. She finally did succeed in moving to a vert good
position.
We hit it off, she was impressed with what I did for a living, and what I
had achieved. At thirty-one (she was twenty-four) I was young to be made a
partner in the Street.
The night ended with our making a date for Friday night. I thought I'd see
how that went before I told her I was married. I have to admit to being a
real hypocritical asshole in those days, I was upfront with the women I
cheated on my wife with, while keeping my wife in the dark. I was later to
learn she knew a great deal more than I gave her credit for knowing.
Joan and I were together about three years. During that time we had a very
active, creative, and fulfilling sexual experience. I shared an apartment
on the Upper Eastside with one of my partners, and good friend. He and I
were out a lot together but we never tripped over each other in the
apartment's use. Actually, his assistant used to keep the log for us. We
partnered in a very wild firm, that fortinately the senior partners were
able to merger just before we went belly up.
One day, I got a call on the floor from one of our friendly competitors to
tell me a mutual client and friend was going to be in NYC that night and
wanted to go out. I knew what that meant, booze, dope and women.
I met them, client (Paul), competitor (Phil) and partner (Andy) uptown, at a
discrete place, for drinks, went to dinner, and scoured the pick-up bars for
action. No luck. Andy told us he had the number of a hooker who was
supposed to be really hot. As it was getting late, Paul decided that was
the best he'd get, so the call was made.
We arrived at Eva's about midnight. Those three got the licks in a and when
she came for me I told her I had a girlfriend and didn't want to cheat on
her. The height of hypocrisy, I didn't want to cheat on the woman I was
cheating on my wife with. OK, so I'm no rocket scientist.
Eva was absolutely gorgeous. She I had a similar background, she was Puerto
Rican, as was my father (mother Anglo). The others left and since Eva
didn't have any more clients that night I hung around and we talked for a
while, as I drank her really good cognac. I liked her, really nice person.
We had dinner together a few times after that night, no sex, just friends.
I told her about my situation, wife, and girlfriend. She asked me if I'd
like to bring my wife in to meet her. Eva, was bi-, and offered to perform
a little therapy on her. Shit, we really laughed at that. Then she very
seriously asked if she could meet Joan.
"What for?"
"I like you and since I can't have you, maybe I can have someone close to
you." Made no sense at all, but I was really intrigued by the prospects.
That weekend, Joan and I were in Toronto, I used to do a lot of business
trading Canadian mining stocks, what fucking crooks those Canadian promoters
are, but we got along and I usually knew their angle. While we were in our
hotel room I asked Joan if she ever had an experience with a woman.
"No, I had a roommate in college wanted to experiment, but I couldn't do
it."
"I know someone who wants to meet you," I told her about Eva. I never tried
to lock Joan into a monogamous relationship, you know, as my mistress. She
knew I was married and lived with it. I knew she slept with other guys and
lived with that.
"Did you tell her I would?"
"You know better, she invited us to dinner at her place just to see what
happens."
"And what would you think of me if I did?"
"I would still love you as I do now. This is just an experience for us."
"And, if I like it and want to be with her?"
"I have no hold on you, that's are agreement, it goes for this too."
A couple of weeks later, my partner's assistant called me on the floor and
told me Joan had called and just said, 'tell him, OK'. "You going to tell
me what this is all about?"
"Not on your best day." She gave me my usual ration of shit and hung up.
I made the dinner date with Eva. Picked Joan up at the appointed time and
was awe struck when I saw her. She had had her hair done, a new dress,
tight black mini that showed off her assets with a flourish and new black
spaghetti strap pumps. When she sat I saw she was wearing hose. That
wasn't unusual, but, it struck me that she was making tonight special some
how. Everything was new, very thing was perfect.
"You look outrageous," I told her. Her smile was very inscrutable, telling
me it wasn't for me.
Eva had gone all out, flowers on the dining room table and in her sitting
room. Low lights, augmented by candles. Soft romantic music ever so
subtlety audible. She took off Joan's coat with a sensuousness that was not
lost on Joan.
Eva wore a long hostess gown that was slit up the leg, right to her hips.
As she walked, her breasts swayed seductively, the gown opened to her hips
showing bare skin. It was obvious she wasn't wearing anything under the
gown.
Joan was clutching my hand very tightly. Eva approached us looking deep
into Joan's eyes, she caressed Joan's face, "You were right, Dudley, she's
beautiful." Joan blushed averting her eyes from both of us. "Joan, I
wanted everything to be perfect for you, but I'm afraid I cooked peasant
food for our friend here, I know he likes rice and beans with chicken,
Puerto Rican style, so I made it for him. As thanks for bring you." Eva
still held her hand to Joan's face. Joan didn't pull away, but didn't look
at her either. She also still had a death grip on my hand.
"It's all right, I know he likes it, he tried to cook it for us once and
screwed it up, so thanks from both of us." Finally she looked at Eva. They
looked into each other's eyes for a while, there eyes delivering messages
they couldn't say in front of a man they thought couldn't understand.
Finally, we sat as Eva got cocktails for us. Margartitas, I had told Eva
they made Joan very horny. We had a second before dinner.
Dinner was great, great soup, salad and my favorite. We consumed the three
bottles of wine I had brought, making the women, especially Joan, very
relaxed. Conversation became free flowing. Joan of course wanted to know
what every woman wants to know about a prostitute, why, who, when and how.
For her part, Eva was very gracious and answered the all her questions,
whether it was the truth or not I'll never know.
I volunteered to clear the table as the women went to the sitting room.
Taking the dishes to the kitchen I stacked them in the dish washer. Pots
and pans I left to soak, there is just so much domesticity I have to offer.
Besides, I had a raging hard on and had to know what was going on.
Joan sat on the couch facing Eva, in an easy chair. Joan's skirt had ridden
up her thighs, deliberately I wondered, showing thigh above her stockings.
Eva's eyes were glued to the exposed thighs. "You have beautiful legs."
Joan blushed deeply.
"You're very beautiful, too. Dudley told me how you two became friends. Is
it true he wouldn't have you because of me?" I sat next to her. She
searched for my hand again and squeezed it tightly.
"Yes, he is very faithful to you, you should be flattered, most men can't
resist me." Even her Spanish accented English was seductive. Eva got up,
went to the bar and brought back a bottle of Remy Martin and three glasses.
"Would you pour", she asked me.
I handed the ladies their drinks, took mine and sat beside Joan again. A
romantic Frank Sinatra ballad started on the playing stereo. Eva stood and
came to Joan, put out her hand and asked, no told her, "Dance with me".
The hesitation was only momentary and then Joan stood and went with Eva to
an uncovered part of the wood floor. They didn't need much floor space,
their dance was merely a sway. Eva led, holding Joan in a traditional
manner, one arm behind her back, the other extended. As the music played
on, the space between them narrowed. Toward the end of the dance, Eva had
brought the extended arm close to their bodies. The music ended, Joan
turned and came right back to the couch.
As another ballad started, Joan took my hand and said, "Dance with me,
please". I got up and she led me to the same spot she had just vacated.
She fell into my arms and as she felt my erection, she looked up at me, held
her mouth open to be kissed, and rubbed her belly against my now raging
cock. I kissed her, her return was almost frantic.
"You really are hot", I whispered in her ear. She answered by renewing her
belly rub against my boner. I reached up her back and undid her bra through
her dress, she didn't attempt to stop me. When it was undone, I took it off
through the sleeves of her dress. Again, she didn't stop me. I kissed her
as I felt her braless breasts through her dress. The song ended. We walked
back to the couch.
This time, instead of sitting down, Joan went to Eva, took her hand and,
without saying a word, led her to the same spot on the floor. When Eva was
in front of her, Joan put both arms around her neck and laid her head on
Eva's shoulder. Eva, enthralled by what was happening, encircled Joan's
waist and they did their slow love dance to the seductively romantic music.
Their bodies moved in unison. Eva allowed her hands to explore Joan's body,
moving up and down her back, caressing her face, her shoulders, her arms.
Eva knew she had Joan, at least for tonight, she was in no hurry and didn't
want to scare her prey.
Joan continued to lay her head against Eva's shoulder, the willing, but
passive, participant. I could hear her moan as Eva move her hands down her
back, nearing Joan's curvaceous bottom, moving her belly against Eva's in
anticipation. But she remained unfulfilled, at least for now, Eva kept
moving her hands away from Joan's bottom as her body language begged for the
touch.
It was now my turn to dance. I took Joan in my arms. We danced in the same
seductive ritual, but this time, as the music ended, I turned her to Eva,
undid the zipper of her dress and let it fall to the floor. There she
stood, in her black panties and garter and high heels, gawd, I wanted her so
badly I almost took her on the floor. But, this wasn't my night. I picked
up her dress turned and left her, she raised her arms to Eva, begging her to
come and dance.
Eva stood, turned her back for me undo the zipper and take her gown. It fell
to her feet. She stepped over it and went to Joan, naked except for her
high heels.
My friends, it was a sight I will never forget. They looked so beautiful
together. Joan was 5' 4" tall, at that time she weighed 105 pounds, slim
hips, smallish breasts, 34B, but her derriere was magnificent, round mounds
of love.
Eva was about the same size in everything but her breasts, which must have
been a C cup, by comparing them to Joan's, but she had Latina hips, round
and made for love. They both had exquisite features, long necks, shapely
legs, accented by the high heels. What I would have done for a camera just
then.
Eva didn't tease anymore. Her explored Joan's body fully, every mound,
crevice and indentation. She ran her between her legs and found her love,
caressing, fingering, rubbing. Joan began to tremble with excitement. Eva
took Joan's face in her hands and touches her tips to Joan's. Joan, whose
eyes had been closed, pulled back ever so slightly in surprise. Eva held
her face, not to keep her from pulling away, but rather, with a sympathetic
caring that touched Joan. Joan looked into Eva's eyes and then gave in to
the kiss. In no time, Joan was returning the kiss with a passion that she
had never displayed to me.
Joan finally took her hands from around Eva's neck and allowed them to do
their own exploring, softly, slowly moving across Eva's back, her derriere,
around to her breasts. After a time, Eva took Joan's hand and placed
between her legs. I could see Joan hesitate again, but slow, surely she
caressed Eva's sex. Suddenly, Joan gave in completely, allowed all her
resistance to flow from her and became the aggressor.
She took Eva's face this time and kissed her, squeezing her breasts.
Running her hand down Eva's belly, through her pubis, finding her clit she
caressed it with a loving passion, softly, womanly. Eva moaned and came on
Joan's hand. Joan was startled at first, but then was ingratiated that she
could have that kind of power over another woman.
The song had long since ended and another one begun before they took a
breath. I could see Joan had given in to her emotions completely. She lay
her head on Eva's shoulder and slowly caressed Eva's body. Eva, in turn,
had her hand on Joan's pussy, alternating caressing and finger fucking her.
I vacated the couch in anticipation of them wanting to sit or lie together
in the continuous quest for sexual nirvana. While I was up, I extinguished
the one lamp that was still lighted and started moving half the candles into
the bedroom, illuminating that room in the same seductive glow as the
sitting room.
When I got back to the sitting room, Joan lay on her back on the couch, with
Eva lying on top of her. They were locked in a kiss that exhibited the
passion they felt for each other. The sexual tension was so thick one could
smell it.
I poured another cognac for myself, hoping to burn off my need to cum with a
drunk. But what was going on in the room sobered me and filled me with
sexual awe. I had never seen two people make love as these women were. My
own experience is one of attempting to meet my partners needs while holding
off my own, but when my need begins to press to strongly, I abandon my
concern for my partner and attain my own gratification. I saw none of that
with Joan and Eva.
Eva, being the more experienced lesbian lover, assumed the lead from the
beginning of their dancing. But Joan hadn't remained passive. She was
working to bring Eva to her sexual heights as well.
Eva was grinding her pelvis into Joan's, when suddenly Joan threw her legs
around Eva's waist and locked on to her. It looked as if Eva had a cock
buried in her, but Joan was getting off on the clitoris to clitoris
stimulation. And did she get off. Gawd, I was so fucking jealous I could
spit. Eva continued her rubbing and grinding on Joan's clit until they had
both cum twice more.
Eva stopped for a while. They lay together on the couch kissing and
caressing each other. Eva held Joan's face, kissed her and told her, "Come
to bed with me, I want you to lick me."
They got up and walked past me as if I wasn't even there. I followed them
to the bedroom and stood in the door like some voyeur with binoculars at his
window. By this time I was really getting blitzed too.
They climbed on the bed, Joan lay on her back again. Eva spread Joan's
legs, got between then and brought Joan to another orgasm with her tongue.
As Joan was in the throws of her fourth orgasm, Eva turned her body, moved
her legs the other way, straddled Joan's face and lowered her pussy to
Joan's mouth. I could see Joan's hesitation, she couldn't bring herself to
do it.
"It's OK, Honey, if you don't want to lick me. I'm used to sex without
cumming."
Eva started to move her hips to the side to dismount Joan's face, but Joan
stopped her. Eva repositioned herself over Joan's mouth and again lowered
herself. I could see Joan's tongue make an initial stab at Eva's pussy,
then another and then a long lick. It wasn't long before she was doing Eva
as well as Eva was doing her.
I heard Eva moan and grind her pussy on Joan's mouth. She raised her head,
looked back and told her, "I'm cumming, Honey, you're making me cum". Eva
buried her face back into Joan's pussy and came all over Joan's face. Joan
had her fifth orgasm, every one stronger and more pleasing to her than I had
ever given her.
When they came down from their mutual climax, Eva moved to lie beside Joan.
Joan turned to her and asked, "What are we going to do with him?" Eva
whispered something in her ear. They both got up and came to me, undressed
me and took me into the bed with them. As I lay between them, they both
went down on me, licking and sucking my hardness, when they weren't kissing
each other.
I was so inflamed with lust, I came in seconds. I lay there hoping to get
into the party, but it was not to be. Joan came up to me kissed me and told
me, "Leave us, please. Go home and let us be alone. Call me tomorrow." I
can't tell you how shitty I felt, I masculinity was shattered. I felt
jealousy, humiliation, worthlessness. My lover was throwing me out. But I
did as she asked, I dressed and left them alone.
The next day I called her office, they told me she had called in sick. I
called her apartment, no answer. I called my apartment, no answer. And
then it struck me, I called Eva. She was there. She told me Eva had
invited her to stay for the weekend and she had accepted.
"But, Joan, she's working."
"I know." She hung up.
I called on Monday, we made a date for the middle of the week. When I saw
her, she didn't tell me what happened that weekend and I never asked. To
this day, I don't know.
A couple of weeks later, I got a message to call Eva. She asked me about
Joan, wanted us to get together, and asked for her number. I told her if
Joan didn't give to her, she probably didn't want her to have, but I'd ask.
When I told Joan, she was really concerned that I may have given Eva her
number and was obviously relieved when I told her I hadn't.
I saw Eva a few times after that, she wouldn't talk about Joan. I think she
may have been hurt that Joan never got in touch with her again. Shit, I wish
I knew what happened.
Joan and I stayed together, off and on, for another two or so years, but our
sex was never the same again. There seemed to be a sense of melancholia
about her after that weekend. After we finally broke up, I lost all contact
with her. I wish her the best, I still think about her, often, and about
that night in particular.
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