After a few moments of this face bathing Penny pulled back to look me in the eye. She was breathless and something else. The hesitancy, the uncertainty the fear and shame all gone… in their place was a visceral hunger, perhaps a bit of mischief as well. Penny’s eye brows danced as she turned me around so that the bed was behind me, her arms came away from the back of my shoulders. With her hands, palms flat against my chest, she shoved me backwards causing me to trip and fall backwards onto the bed. In an instant she leapt atop me straddling my body her knees and legs on either side of my waist, her hands by my sides just under my arms. Then her strawberry blond hair formed a cloud that framed her animated face as she leaned down pressing her breasts onto my chest, separated by only her silk robed and my thin tee shirt. Once more her lips locked upon my own, this time they were pressed gently to mine. It was a soft sensual familiar kiss that would warm the soul of any receiving it. Of course this was Penny and as enjoyable as that kind of kiss was it soon evolved into her more signature ravening passionate style of kissing. Her tongue seeking out and engaging my own in a dance of shared lust and desire. My hands had found themselves seemingly of their own accord sliding up Penny’s flanks, along her rib cage until my thumbs encountered her under arms. When I became aware of them I wrapped my right arm around her side with my hand in the middle of her shoulder blades pulling her even more tightly into my own body, my left hand slid back down her flanks and found itself grasping her right side of that that tantalizing pear shaped bottom. This groping and grasping elicited a long low moan from Penny’s lips as she pulled away to breathe momentarily.
I too was breathless and my heart was racing with excitement. With all her weight supported by her body pressing against my own, Penny raised her arms to bring her hands to my face. She stroked my cheeks with either hand then brushed the hair from my forehead as she studied my face and stared intently into my brown eyes with her soft blue red rimmed eyes.
“Darling, you are going to make some one very happy, no, not one, many women I should think. There is something about you that just begs to be… experienced. You have a way about you that I’m sure many will find as enticing and exciting as I do… Maggie too.” Penny spoke in a soft sultry voice. I must have had a questioning expression on my face at this mention as Penny smiled broadly and said. “Oh yes, Mags has spoken of you on more than one occasion. Like me…” Penny actually looked momentarily abashed. “Maggie has experienced a few men over the years but none have impressed her or I or certainly not intrigued either of us as much as you have. For one so young you seem to be mature far beyond your years. Where most men, your age seem to be in such a testosterone driven hurry, ruled by their own desires and lust rather than their emotions and their hearts. Even men far older than you tend to be this way as well. Some however, rare ones, like yourself seem to be more in touch with your feelings and the feelings of others. I hope you never grow out of that.” Penny smiled and pushed herself up so that she was sitting upright on my waist, her robe barely closed and hardly concealing her womanly charms as her marble sized nipples were nearly poking through the silky material of her robe. Her hands drawing slowly down the front of my tee shirt across my chest and to my abdomen. Penny tilted her head slightly to one side and said. “Was there another question you wished to ask of me… before I got carried away?” She smiled apologetically. I smiled up at her and tried to decide how to approach my next thought.
“Actually I was going to ask about your feet and why you always had them covered with slippers, but you shared all of that with me before I could ask. Thank you again. I smiled softly and squeezed her forearms as they were still resting with her hands on my abdomen. Again Penny swallowed but smiled sweetly in return. “You said you were engaged but obviously that marriage never happened. You didn’t say anything about any other… engagements… I get the impression that this betrayal scarred you… in more ways than one.” I smiled sadly and again squeezed her forearms reassuringly. “Was that a catalyst perhaps, for other interests?” I asked softly. Penny looked down at me and smiled warmly.
“There you go again… Most would have been rather blunt in their questioning about sexual preferences, condescending even. But not you, you have a way of asking but leaving room for dignity and… discretion. That’s a kindness in and of itself. To answer your so delicately framed question Jim, no and yes. Yes, that fiasco nearly averted did scar me, and not just because of the injuries from my car crash. But also No, as even before I fell in love and became engaged I knew that I had interests and feelings for others of my own gender. Well, a few particular girls over the years, even as a young girl growing up. Of course there was confusion and uncertainty but these things have a way of working themselves out. Like minds and hearts find each other in time. It’s no different than what is considered normal male female attraction. I know that many think that something traumatic has to happen to turn someone to one preference or another, and while that may be true in some cases it’s not all encompassing. Not everyone is changed or turned into what they are. More often than not, it’s natural, though I know for a fact that far too many will never accept that thinking. Often, very often in fact, many people simply acknowledge an innate attraction to another person and it doesn’t matter what gender they are. If you love someone, you love them, gender assignations simply don’t matter. It is possible to be attracted to and to even love the same gender as well as the opposite. But you will find that this is rare, if only because of social norms and acceptance. I know you are very aware of that or you would never have been introduced to Maggie and myself through Jules. Again, a testament to your open mind and gentle heart.”
“I have the feeling I already know the answer to this question, and to ask it may even be rude, but if you will indulge me…” I paused to let Penny know I was serious about not trying to be rude. “Are you and Maggie… lovers?” I mentally held my breath and caught myself counting my heartbeats as I waited on Penny to consider my question. I needn’t have worried however as she looked down at me and smiled warmly.
“Yes, you do already know the answer to that question but thank you, again, for asking so considerately. Many would simply assume and go from there whether that assumption is correct or not. To answer your question, yes. Maggie and I have shared many things over the years and that includes sex. I’ll go one step further though, you may not have asked because I am not she, but Maggie, like me does have an interest in men… well… a few men… now and then. Again, it’s not so much a gender thing as the person. I think you already know that Maggie is… shall we say… guarded with her affections. She doesn’t readily express herself as openly as say I do. However, that said, if someone makes an impression on her, really touches her heart, that well is deep my young sir. You will not find another as loyal and steadfast and caring as she.” Penny smiled almost dreamily as she looked off into the distance in her mind or heart then she came back to me and looked down into my eyes and added. “You, darling, have touched her deeply. You didn’t even know you had done it, and more than once. Know this, she will be your champion for life, you are golden. Show her the same love that is in your heart and it will be returned tenfold.” And Penny nodded knowingly before adding. “That goes for me too young man.” Penny lifted her hands from my abdomen and took my hands in hers.
I lay there on that bed, my world concentrated down to this small part of the universe, with this vivacious complicated woman sitting astride me expanding my mind. I had many more questions but some part of me understood that perhaps this was not the time to ask them. I guess my pensive disposition was misinterpreted by Penny as perhaps again shyness or apprehension. Her face looked down at me and I swear it morphed from open warm and caring to once more mischievous, wanton and hungry. Those big soft blue eyes hardened with an intensity, her eye brows knitting with concentration, her soft oh so desirable lips tightening into a feral grin as she leaned forward again placing her hands on my chest, palms down, finger nails raking like claws of a predator.
“Jim, darling…” She nearly growled. “Is there anything else you wish to know about me?” she asked in a low husky voice. That voice stirring something animalistic in myself, something that had nothing to do with emotions or intellectual thoughts… it was visceral. I felt my body stirring, or at least I suddenly became aware of it. I may have been physically reacting to Penny for some time but I had been distracted perhaps. Now, however, I was very aware of a growing… need… making an appearance. I have no doubt that Penny was feeling it too as she was sitting right on top of it, albeit separated by my shorts and jeans. Oh my god! Penny twitched her body, her sex grinding onto the growing bulge in my jeans. She knew full well what she was doing but I still had my doubts about just how far this would be allowed to progress. I certainly did not want to misstep by assuming or getting ahead of myself. I guess my own lack of confidence was working in unison with all the lessons about trust and… permission… were battling it out in my subconscious mind. My innate curiosity was in overdrive however and eventually won out over my shyness.
“Penny…” I breathed almost inaudibly
“Yes Jim?” Penny purred back with a husky voice of her own.
“Could I… see you… all of you?” I asked mentally crossing my fingers, my toes, my eyes even.
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