“And all this time he’s still inside of you?”
“Oh yes, just like when he fucked you, remember? I could sense this warm soft thing in me and then, yeah, then he got hard again and we really went at it. We more or less came together, not that it mattered because our orgasms went on so long they would have overlapped anyway. I didn’t black out that second time but it was very intense. Afterwards we both slipped off to sleep. When I woke up sometime in the night, we were lying on our sides facing each other and under the blanket. He must have covered us before going to sleep.”
“I’m starting to get the picture. You two fucked a couple times before you ever saw his big thing, right?”
“You got that right, Robin. Anyway we’re both covered, I’m awake and Bryan is still asleep and I’m curious. So I lift the blanket and take a look. Wow! He’s lying on his side and it’s hanging down and laying partly on the mattress.”
“So then you were shocked that it even went in?”
“At first, yeah. But then it hit me. If something that big could ravish my cunt without hurting, it must belong to Mr. Right.”
“So in a way his size did make a difference?”
“In a reverse logic sort of way, yeah. Bryan moved in with me two days later and we got married the week after that.”
“So when he woke up, did you fuck again?”
“Not right away. Like I said, he was still asleep and I couldn’t resist touching. I had it in the palm of my hand and was fondling it when he woke up. He fondled me and then it was like we couldn’t do enough for each other. I went down and licked his penis, first the head real intense like before working my way down the shaft. Then I took him in my mouth, just real gentle, first sucking that massive head and then I just had to fuck him with my mouth. But Bryan just didn’t lay back and enjoy it like I think I wanted him to. Oh no, he shuffled his body around and dove into my muff. We ended up having our third mutual orgasm in the 69. Then we really went to sleep. The next morning, that was a Monday, we were so beat, we both called in sick. Bryan was still working for Marin County. I could go on and on about what went on that day, but it was mostly variations of the night before and I wouldn’t want bore you with that.”
“Carol, that’s the sweetest, most romantic story I ever heard.”
Carol sat up and noted that Robin, still lying flat, had spread her knees and was looking at her in expectant sort of way. The shiny red triangle that was Robin’s crotch seemed to say ‘please come to me.’
“Robin?”
“Yes, I’d like that.”
Carol bent over and kissed the red furry mound and from the side, dabbled in the slit with her tongue. Robin spread her legs further and with moans and hip rocking indicated she was pleased but wanted more. Carol moved over so she was between Robin’s legs, her face in Robin’s vulva. She massaged the clitoris, first with her tongue and then with her finger as she moved lower to lick Robin’s labia. Flicking her tongue between the labia and rapidly massaging the clitoris, she brought Robin to moaning and panting with pleasure. Then she became aware that Robin wasn’t going over the top so she decided to change pace. Again she licked Robin’s clitoris but this time she worked three fingers into Robin’s vagina. A rapid circling motion of the clustered three fingers applying pressure to the walls of the vagina brought a muffled scream from Robin and Carol felt a warm fluid discharge against her hand.
Afterwards the two women embraced and lay still, letting their breathing and heart rates return to normal.
“Next time you have to tell me about your first time with Ted. But right now, I could use a bite to eat.”
“Right you are. I’m starved too.”
Over lunch, the two women agreed to hike on Monday of the next week from Bryan and Carol’s house in Novato.
On Thursday, Carol called Robin to postpone the hike.
“Robin, how about Wednesday instead of Monday? On Wednesday, Bryan has an appointment with a client in Tiburon and he’s blocked out the whole morning. For something like that, they’ll have lunch together so he won’t be home until 2 or even 3PM.”
Robin, in a neutral voice: “Okay I’m good with that. Shall I bring something for lunch?”
“No silly, just bring yourself.”
For Robin, whose husband had an incapacitated penis, the week went by slowly. Finally, the Wednesday rolled around and she drove to Novato, with all the nervous anticipation as Carol had had the week before. Arriving, she found Carol already in shorts and sweat shirt and walking shoes. After embracing and exchanging kisses they walked to the end of the street where the trail system began.
After taking several hours to walk the loop trail, they were nearly back to the beginning. Coming to a grassy knoll with a few scattered oaks, the two women decided to sit down and enjoy the solitude. Carol broke the reverie. “Robin, remember what you promised to tell me about last week?”
“You mean the first time Ted and I did it?”
“Of course, my imagination’s been running wild all week. I mean did it just happen or did you both agree beforehand that tonight was the night? Did you undress him? All those juicy little details.”
“I think I told you, Ted and I met on a Sierra Singles hike in Point Reyes. He asked me out and we started going out together. He’d ask me out to movies, concerts, plays, that sort of thing. The first few dates he’d say good night at my door and we’d exchange easy going kisses. As we got more comfortable with each other, the kisses and embraces got more and more fervent, but even then we still didn’t sleep together.”
“So you two took your time getting to the big event? Boy Ted must really have self-discipline! How long did this platonic relationship go on anyway?”
“I think it was more that Ted was very considerate and sensed that I wasn’t ready. You know about the Anwar thing. Anyway Ted didn’t push things and I certainly didn’t either. Anyway we stayed platonic for months.”
“Wow, what discipline! How’d you ever do that?”
Before answering Carol, Robin reflected back to the events leading up to meeting Ted.
FIVE YEARS EARLIER
Robin earned her degree in education at UC Davis. In her final year, she met her Prince Charming at a graduate student dance. Anwar, a handsome man from the Middle East, in his early 20’s and working towards an MBA, had good manners and was an engaging conversationalist. Without bragging, he managed to let Robin know that his family was rich and influential. Best of all he took seriously everything Robin said. When she brought up the treatment of women in his country, he sympathized with her and carefully explained the difficulties in achieving change and how he hoped someday to make a difference. He even hinted that the social and political situation might keep him from returning.
Robin fell in love and before many weeks went by, she realized what needed to happen between them. Twenty one years old, she was still a virgin. It wasn’t that she was religious or prudish — oh no, Robin enjoyed erotic movies, yes even the occasional porn flick. And she masturbated regularly and intensely — so intensely that the discharge had to be dealt with. Whenever she hadn’t gotten off in the shower or bath before going to bed, she would lay a towel in the bed to protect the bedding. Then why was she still a virgin? She had had lots of dates with attractive guys and she knew from their erections that it wouldn’t have taken but a small move on her part and it would have been ‘goodbye virginity.’ No matter how hard she tried to escape the truth, she knew deep down that it was her small breasts that kept her from finally fucking. Said simply, Robin was extremely self-conscious about her small breasts.
Showering at a gym or pool had always been a nightmare. Would the other girls whisper about her small breasts? She had taken to wearing padded bras but even that was a minefield — were the other girls whispering about her lack of real tits?
It must have been being in love with Anwar that finally made her face up to the problem. One night alone with him sitting side by side on the sofa in the living room of his apartment, she turned to him and openly asked “Anwar, do you like my body?”
This took even the brazen and cool Prince Charming by surprise but he quickly recovered and came back with an answer that Robin hadn’t expected: “Actually, I haven’t yet seen it.”
Robin couldn’t turn back now and somewhat emboldened replied “Would you like to see it?”
Anwar, ever the gallant charmer came back with: “Only if you want me to see it my dear.”
After removing her blouse and bra, she turned to him with a hopeful and expectant look on her face. (Now would be the moment of truth!) He looked at her breasts, a soft and at the same time intent expression on his handsome face. She had to know so she came out and asked: “Oh Anwar, I’m sorry my breasts are so small. Are you terribly disappointed?”
The truth came. He took her hands in his and buried his face against her chests, kissing both breasts alternately, then mouth over a nipple, teasing with his tongue, again moving from left to right and back again. Massaging the nipples with his lips brought on the sensations that she got when she masturbated and she felt the moistness between her legs. He felt her body tremble with sexual tension. Moving back to her lips, they kissed wildly, tongues intermingling, bodies twisting and twining. Still kissing, he massaged her nipples with his fingers and she got even wetter. When would he place a hand between her legs?
Instead of the expected grope, he said very sweetly: “My dear Robin I haven’t yet seen the rest of your beautiful body.”
Now she knew this would be the big event. In one quick motion her slacks and panties were on the floor and she lay back with her head on the couch armrest and opened her legs ever so slightly, invitingly but not obscenely. Anwar, overcome with the erotic beauty facing him, bent over and nonchalantly kissed the nearly perfect triangle of shiny red pubic hair. Backing off he cooed: “You’re beautiful my dear! Robin, I want you so much!”
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