That was this summer. I had very long relationship and last year i got ridden of it. So I sex occasionally wit various girls till then. One night this September I was very very tired of everything. Job went finally better and some private investing also, but I had being working for 14 hours a day at time. It was About 1 am in the morning and was just went of from long shower and about to lay down on my bad.The voice from the other side of cell phone was very pleasant, some kind of baby talking voice. Voice said" Annnn' what what do want from me now?...LOL.. i said "who is this?&... Continue»
I put up part 1 of this story before but instead of posting part 2, I took down part 1 and I am posting the whole thing together. That is how I meant for it to be. I drank a little too much that night. This is all true except for the names...
If you only want to read the sexy part, skip ahead to the end of part 2.
It had been awhile since I have had a companion or a lover. Ever since I broke up with my last boyfriend and my last lady lover met someone else I have been pretty lonely. As a result I went inside myself and spent a lot of time at home watching movies, listening to music and feeling sorry for myself. But with the autumn settling in and the trees in their clothes of colors around I started to feel the need to get myself going again. I decided to indulge myself in a trip to the Hirshhorn, the Smithsonian museum of modern and contemporary art.
I arrived and started to make my way through the galleries. There were such wonderful works everywhere that I lost track of myself, meandering from one piece to the next; my mind a blank. That is when I saw her. She was small, wearing loose fitting slacks and a flannel button down her shirt over top. Her hair was chestnut and shoulder length, pushed back behind her ears and glasses. She was looking intently a wall mounted sculpture by Giacomo Balla called Plastic Construction of Noise and Speed (here is a link for those of you interested http://www.collezioni-f.it/balla015.jpg? ). I walked up next to her, also looking at the piece. Most people, when walking through and art museum or gallery stop for a few seconds in front of each art work and then move along. But, even after I stopped next to her, she just stood there and stared at the piece. Her look of concentration was beautiful. She must have noticed me looking at her because then she looked over at me as well. I flushed, looked back at the sculpture and then gave another sideways glance. She gave me back a small smile and then also looked back at the sculpture.
"I'm sorry to stare," I began, "It's just that you are concentrating so hard on this one...I'm curious what you're thinking about it."
She paused for a moment and then said to me, "I am really fond of Balla. He is the artist who made this one. I was thinking that this isn't an abstract work but an actual, physical representation of noise and speed, just like the name says."
"Wow," I said. "You know I have always loved looking at art, and I have been here many times. But I have never really looked at this one for very long. Now I am glad that I stopped to give it a chance. Thank you."
She smiled at me again, "I'm Mave," she said holding out her hand. I took it. We didn't actually shake, but rather just held each others' hands for a moment.
"I'm Jay," I said, "Well, Justine, but everyone calls me Jay." Pause. "Do you mind if I walk with you? After what you said about this piece I would love to hear your thoughts on the others."
"Sure," Mave said. "I'd be happy for the company."
We must have walked around the Hirshhorn for two hours. I have always loved art and I consider myself somewhat knowledgeable, but it was nothing compared to the wealth of knowledge that Mave had or her passion when she spoke about it. And yet she wasn't pretentious about it. We made jokes about some of the pieces and invented stories about others. It was a wonderful time. So much that I didn't want it to end, but I could see that Mave was getting tired. And so was I; tired and hungry. So I asked her to join me for coffee and a snack at the cafe down the block at the Castle. The building functioned as the visitor information center for the Smithsonian museums. She accepted and we put on our coats and walked out past the fountain in the center of the donut shaped museum and into the sun of the National Mall. It was a warm autumn day and the air felt delicious. We walked past the National rose garden in front of the Arts and Industries building. A few flowers were still in bloom in contrast to the construction scaffolding erected to repair the building.
Inside the Castle we each bought a cup of coffee and sat down in the area separated of for cafe customers. The tables were small and round and, as we talked we leaned in close to one another so that we could hear each other over the noise of tourists in the main hall. As we sat there, we finally talked about ourselves and got to know each other. Mauve was also a local and worked at the Natural History Museum as an exhibit designer.
"It's a dream come true of a job but my true passion is painting," she confided. She was an amazing woman, smart, funny, and an artsy/nerdy kind of subdued cute that drove me crazy.
When we finished our coffee we went back outside. We walked slowly west, back in the direction of the Hirshhorn, toward the late afternoon sun. As we were passing the National carousel she stopped and said, "Do you want to try something fun?"
"A carousel...I don't know..." I started, but she grabbed my hand. I let her pull me across the street to the ticket booth. "Let me pay for the tickets," I said.
"No," she said, "A perk of being employed by the Smithsonian. I get free rides." She pulled her badge out of her pocket and showed it to the man in the ticket booth. We stepped up onto the ride and climbed onto our horses. When the carousel started Mave started to laugh, which made me laugh too. She had such a love of life! The horses raced and lurched up and down as we went round and round until, by the time it came to a stop, my head was spinning. Mave hopped right off and, seeing me hesitate, offered me her hand. I climbed off with her help. She put her arm around my shoulder and led me to a nearby bench. I didn't really need it but I let her anyway. Actually, I did need it, but not because I was dizzy.
"You’re a lot of fun, Jay," Mave said to me as we sat there on the bench. In the sunlight her eyes sparkled. "But I have to get going home."
"Alright," I answered, "Do you want to walk to the Metro together?"
"Actually, I drove," she replied. "Another Smithsonian perk... free parking on the mall. Where do you live? Maybe I can give you a ride." I told her and she said, "That's not too far out of my way. I'll drive you."
We walked over to the Air and Space museum and went in through the door marked 'Staff Entrance'. She flashed her badge and we walked in without having our bags searched. Another badge flash and a "She's with me," to a security guard by an escalator and we were on our way down into the parking garage.
"That was so cool," I told Mave. "It's like you're a secret agent." She just laughed.
Soon we left the city and crossed the bridge into Virginia. We didn't talk too much during the drive, but every so often I would catch her stealing glimpses of me. The same way I was stealing glimpses of her. Finally I couldn't hold back anymore. "Are you...I mean, do you..."
"Do I like girls?"
"I thought that after my last girlfriend broke my heart that I wouldn't anymore. But then I met this really cute girl at the museum."
I blushed. "Do you like her?"
"I do,” she said, smiling. “She is smart and funny and a lot of fun to hang out with. I was thinking of inviting her over for dinner next Saturday. But I was afraid that I might be too presumptuous."
"Mave, I'd love to," I said.
We got off of the highway and I directed her to my apartment building. "What time should I come by on Saturday?" I asked.
"How about around seven?" She answered.
"How about six thirty and I help you cook... and I'll bring dessert."
"Six thirty then." She leaned over me and rummaged about in the glove compartment for a moment to find a pen. Then she took my hand and wrote her email address on it. When she finished and looked up I leaned in and kissed her; I couldn't help myself. Now it was her turn to blush.
I paused for a moment to look at her before getting out of the car. "Thank you for driving me home."
She just smiled at me and said, "See you Saturday."
I had a hard time getting dressed Saturday evening; I just couldn't decide what to wear. I wanted to look nice but not too sexy and not too formal. Finally, I settled on some comfortable, loose fitting black slacks and a black tank top with an open front black fishnet shirt over top. Then I gave myself one final look in the mirror before putting on my coat and heading out.
When I got to Mave's place I saw her house was a cute, two story town house with a small flower garden on each side of the sidewalk that lead to the door. I rang her doorbell and when she opened the door she looked fantastic in a purple flowered sundress over jeans. She held the door open for me and gave me a little kiss on the cheek as I passed by her. She took my coat and the bag I had brought with the items for dessert.
It was great fun cooking with Mave. She had already started preparing the food. Even so it took us close to an hour to get the food to the table. The whole time we were cutting and mixing we talked and joked and laughed. She didn't follow any recipe; she would just tell me add a little of this or a bit of that. When we finally got the food in the oven Mave offered to open a bottle of chardonnay. "To go along with the fish we're having," she said. Then we went to the living room and sat down on the couch.
"Are the paintings on the walls yours?" I asked.
"Those two are," she said, pointing to two very colorful abstract pictures.
"They are very nice. I can see a lot of passion and movement in them." She told me about some of her personal aesthetic ideas until the timer on the oven went off.
"You wait here," she said "and I'll get everything ready." Then she walked back into the kitchen. After a few minutes she called out, "It's ready," and I followed her voice into the dining room.
Mave's dining room was in a small niche with a bay window overlooking her garden. The lights were dimmed low and two tall candles were burning on the table. On either side of the small, wooden table was a plate with poached salmon with a cream dill sauce over rice and a side of roasted asparagus. She had pulled one of the chairs out for me. I placed my wine glass beside my plate and Mave pushed my chair in as I sat down.
"This is all so..." I began.
"Romantic?" Mave finished for me.
"Yes" I answered with a smile.
"Good," she smiled back at me, "Then it's working." I didn't know if I was supposed to be playing hard to get or trying to seduce her. I certainly wanted the latter but since she was being more forward, I found myself being more coy. As we began to eat, I asked her to tell me more about her art work. I loved listening to Mave talk about the things she had a passion for.
After dinner I helped Mave clear the table and load the dishes into the dishwasher. "So, what did you bring for dessert?" She asked.
"I'll show you," I said, "but I'll need three bowls and a couple of spoons." I got the bag out of the refrigerator and started to unpack it.
"Just wait. It gets better." Along with the strawberries, I had brought a container of sour cream and a box of brown sugar. I spooned some of the sour cream into one bowl and put some brown sugar into another while Mave washed the strawberries and put them in the third bowl.
"Let's have the dessert in the living room," Mave suggested.
I brought the two bowls into the living room and put them on the coffee table. Mave brought in the strawberries and some napkins. We sat down together on the couch.
"O.K.," I said, "like this." I took a strawberry and dipped it, first, into the sour cream, and then into the brown sugar. Mave looked at me skeptically. "The combination is better than you think it is going to be," I said and held it out to her. She took a bite, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. There is something universally erotic about feeding someone strawberries. This time was no exception.
"It's delicious," she breathed. "How did you come up with this?"
"I learned it from my sensei."
"Do you know karate?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered, "I have studied it for quite a while now."
I told Mave about karate and she asked me a lot of questions. We talked for a long time and before I knew it, we had finished the bowl of strawberries.
"You act so coy and reserved. But underneath that pretty face," she said, gently caressing my cheek, "I'll bet you could kick an ass or two."
Before I could say anything she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft and inviting. I caressed her cheek as well. She pressed her forehead against mine and I could see her smile; her lovely smile.
"This was inevitable, wasn't it?" I said to her.
She nodded, "Yes."
"When did you know?"
"At the cafe in the Castle. How about you?"
We kissed again. Mave ran her hands over my shoulders and down my arms, removing my fishnet shirt. She held onto my hands and pulled me up with her as she stood up from the couch.
"Come," She said, and lead me upstairs to her bedroom. She guided me to the bed and I sat down on the edge. "If this is inevitable, then you won't mind if I get a little more comfortable?
Mave unbuttoned and took off her jeans from under her dress. She wasn't actually any more naked, except for her bare legs, but watching her was still thrilling. I drew her close and wrapped my arms around her, pressing my face against her stomach. I could feel her arms around me, her hands stroking my hair, running over my back, until she caught hold of my tank top and pulled it up over my head. I unfastened my bra and took it off as Mave untied the ties at the back of her dress and pulled it up over her head; she had no bra on underneath. Her body was like an angel's body, small breasts with pink nipples. Her body small and well proportioned with only her panties hiding...
She gently pushed me back onto the bed and then climbed on with me. Her skin against me was warm and her breasts soft against mine. We kissed and caressed each other for a long time. Then she pulled away and smiled at me again. She kissed my neck; her breath warm, lingering, kissing down to my breasts. She caressed and kissed them until she took each nipple into her mouth. Her tongue ran circles around my nipples; it felt divine. She kissed further down, down past my belly and unbuttoned my pants. I could almost feel her between my legs. I lifted my hips and she slid my pants and underwear off together. She was great down there, kissing my pussy, licking my clitoris. I ran my fingers though her hair and pulled her into me. She brought me to my first orgasm very quickly and, after, I was afraid I hurt her pulling her into me. She crawled back up me and kissed my lips. I pushed her onto the bed and went down on her right away. She was wet and musty already. It didn't take long for me to bring her to a climax moaning with deep, gasping breaths and then she rolled onto her side. I was so turned on, from my previous orgasm and from hers that I knew it would take much for me to cum again.
I asked Mave, "Do you think you can cum again?"
"I think so," she whispered. Her breathing was still very heavy.
I lifted her left leg and straddled her right one. Then I slid up until our pussies were touching, like a beautiful kiss. She smiled and gasped as I started gyrating against her and immediately she started the same. I have had sex with other women but this was the first time I had ever tribbed with anyone. It felt glorious the way our clits rubbed together and it was so sexy looking at her face and seeing the ecstasy I felt reflected there. We were both moaning and it only took a few minutes before I felt Mave's body begin to tense and shake. That sent me over the edge into a tremendous orgasm right along with Mave. She held her eyes tightly shut but I looked into her face. She was beautiful when she orgasmed; again moaning with deep, gasping breaths. I was still reeling so much from my own orgasm that this time she pushed me over with her.
I gathered Mave up against me and she nuzzled into my neck. I stroked her hair as we lay there together, our legs still tangled. When she regained herself, she looked up at me a kissed me gently on the lips. Then she nestled back against me. I pulled the blankets up over us and soon Mave drifted off. She was like a beautiful a****l in my arms; so peaceful. I watched her sl**p until my eyes grew heavy and tired and I, too, fell asl**p.
As of writing this, this happened a week ago. Mave and I had another date Saturday. This time we went to the Phillips Collection to see the Degas exhibition and had dinner at a sushi restaurant nearby. Then Mave came back to my place and we Snuggled up with a bottle of wine and ended up in bed together again. I feel really comfortable with Mave and I like her a lot. I certainly hope this lasts with her but I am uneasy about getting into a one to one relationship with her. I'm not ready to give up guys completely yet. Sometimes I want to fuck. And no, I don't like dildos and strap-ons, to impersonal. If I want something in me I want a finger or a cock. It has to be a part of a person. Right now my ultimate fantasy is to be with Mave and pick a guy every now and then, especially if Mave and I could share one. I'm still trying to think about how to bring that one up to her. I'm sure it is too early to talk about that one yet.
I'd like to hear from other bi girls (and guys) about you feel about getting into a monogamous relationship. How do you deal with your feelings and desires towards other partners?