Story 13
Summary:
Jane, late-twenties. Her husband is away for work more and more often. She decides that she needs a hobby. And then, in her photography class, she meets Anna.
Anna is the same age as Jane. They get together to take some photos, then they head back to Jane’s place, and that’s when the fun begins.
Lesbian, oral, titty sucking, fingering, face sitting, sixty-nine.
Jane looked out of the window and sighed to herself.
It was a sunny day, but somehow she couldn’t get any kind of motivation to do anything.
She knew what the problem was - it was the same thing that had been bothering her for a while. She knew that she had to get over it, but she wasn't sure how to do it.
Things had been so good for so long. Her marriage with Tom had been perfect. Was perfect, she corrected herself. There were just a few little niggles to work out and then everything would be back on track. She was sure of it.
She had known that Tom worked on merchant ships when she had married him, but she hadn't considered it to be any sort of a problem. His schedule was unusual, certainly - he worked three weeks away on a ship and then was home for three weeks - but when she got into the rhythm of it she didn't mind it so much.
It was true that whenever he was away she missed him a great deal, but by the time it started to feel too much for her to bear, it would be time for him to come home again. That was always a special time - the excitement, the anticipation - and then he came through the door and the happiness was almost more than she could handle.
She would run to him, throwing her arms around him, and that was how it would begin.
The sex was always special - some of the best of their relationship. They had met when they were both nineteen years old and new to college. They had both been from small towns, both a little bit sheltered, both a bit daunted by the big city. They had found one another and found a kindred spirit.
Jane had been surprised to find out that Tom was still a virgin - he was a big, handsome, rugged, country boy with broad shoulders, a powerful body, a chiseled jawline, and all-American blonde hair and blue eyes.
For his part, Tom had been surprised to find that the same was true about Jane.
She was of average height with a fantastic figure - long legs, flat stomach, curved hips, and a voluptuous chest. Her skin was pale, her hair black and her eyes green. She had full, thick, lips that just begged to be kissed and there was something about her - the look in her eyes, the way that she smiled - that had made him think that she had naughty secrets hidden within her.
Instead, when they finally slept together it had been new to both of them.
She remembered what it had been like when they had both first seen one another naked. How they had looked at each other's bodies with wonder. She thought about his hands, tentatively exploring her. She thought about the sight of his cock for the first time, how big and hard it had looked. She had been in awe of it.
Her own hands had moved over his body. She had felt those hard, sculpted, muscles, built over weeks and months spent working away in the fields of his family’s farm.
Then they had kissed. Their mouths had been all over one another’s bodies, exploring them.
He had pushed her back onto the bed and she had laid there, waiting for him to come to her. Their hands, their fingers, had played with one another. She had taken hold of his cock, marveling at how hard it felt in her hands. Then she felt his fingers playing with her and she experience the pleasure that she had never imagined could be hers.
The thought had gone through her head at that moment - "how does he know how to do that?" but then all thinking stopped and she was acting on pure emotion, pure passion.
They used their mouths on one another and it was even better. She took his cock in her mouth and wondered if she could cope with all of it inside her pussy.
Soon enough she had found out. She had cried out as she had felt it pushing at her fresh, wet, pussy. It slid in further and further and she felt her pussy stretched. Surely she couldn’t take any more.
And yet, she did. She took all of him inside her. She felt him, fully inside her pussy, and then felt him slowly start to fuck her.
The pleasure built and built. She felt as though she might pass out from it. She cried out, again and again, the cries coming faster as he fucked her faster.
At last, she had felt her very first orgasm rock her body, just as she felt him cum deep inside her.
They had sex a couple more times that night. It had been a revelation to both of them, something that they had now discovered and didn’t want to ever give up.
The sex had remained amazing, somehow it still felt fresh even though they were both thirty now. They had never got tired of one another, never got bored of one another.
When his work schedule had changed, she had told herself that it would be even better when he returned.
It was, in fact, amazing when he returned. But the feeling passed as things went back to normal till the weeks before he left again when her dread would begin again that he was leaving.
For those weeks, she was sad and couldn’t fully enjoy their time together.
Then, he was gone once more and she was all alone. Those weeks alone seemed to drag on.
She told herself that this new schedule of his wouldn’t last forever. Things would change back to normal soon and she could be completely happy again. At the moment, the problem was that everything was far too up and down. The ups were never long enough, or good enough, to justify the extended downs.
After a while, she told herself that she needed a new hobby. She needed something to get her out of the house, something to distract her. She told herself that she couldn't go on like this, so focused on the hours, the days, and the weeks, that passed.
She didn’t want to spend her time just hanging on like this, spending half of her life in this kind of limbo.
That was when she decided to join a photography club. She had always been interested in photography and had even bought herself a good camera, but she had never learned how to use it properly. This seemed like the perfect opportunity.
It all seemed to make perfect sense - she would learn to use her camera, she would have something to distract her from the time when Tom was away and she might even have something to show him when he returned. She thought about how surprised he'd be when he saw her photos, how proud she would feel as he marveled over them. She quite liked the idea.
So it was that she signed up for her first photography class.
She arrived late on the first day. She felt stressed out, telling herself that this was no way to get things started.
She rushed into the classroom, seeing the instructor peer over his glasses disapprovingly. She looked around for a free seat. Someone near the back pushed one out and caught her eye. She smiled gratefully and headed to her seat.
She focused on catching up with the class. It was all quite basic so she felt as though she hadn’t missed too much.
When the class finished, she got up to leave.
It was then that she felt someone tug at her sleeve, and she turned to look at the person who had offered her a seat.
She saw that it was a woman, about the same age as her, but quite different in appearance. Where Jane had pale skin, this woman’s was tanned and bronze. Her hair was a sun-kissed blonde, whereas Jane’s was a deep, shiny, black.
Her eyes were a bright, piercing, blue. She was short and slender - athletic. She was also, Jane couldn’t help but notice, beautiful.
“Hey,” the woman said, “my name is Anna.”
“I’m Jane,” Jane replied, “thanks for the seat earlier.”
“No worries. The instructor didn’t look too impressed with you!”
“I got caught in traffic and then couldn’t find the classroom, it was a bit of a nightmare.”
“Sounds it! What are you thinking about the assignment?”
They had been told to go out and get some natural-looking photos of where they live.
“I was thinking of going to the park near where I live.”
"Oh, that sounds nice! I'm new in town so I don't know the area."
She went silent then, and Jane understood that something was expected from her. She wasn't sure about actually saying it, but then she thought to herself, "well...why not?" after all, another thing that had made her times alone stretch out was the fact that she didn't have a lot of friends in the area. Maybe this could be good. After all, one reason she had come here was to meet new people. She had decided.
“Well?” she asked, “would you like to come with me?”
The woman smiled and Jane felt something strange stir within her. It was a beautiful smile, she thought to herself. But there was more to it than that. It was more than just beautiful.
"Great!" Anna said, and the spell was broken.
They arranged a time to meet the following day.
All that evening, Jane found herself feeling more and more excited about the upcoming meeting. She kept thinking about Anna - about that stunning smile of hers, the way that it lit up her entire face, about her slender little body. She was smaller than Jane. Jane was used to Tom taking hold of her, towering over her, dominating her, making her feel small. She wondered what it would be like if the roles were reversed - if she was the one doing the dominating.
She shook her head. What was she thinking? This was crazy. She had Tom, after all. But then, that was the problem, wasn’t it? She didn’t have Tom. He was away, far away, and she was all alone.
She had never thought about women in this way before. She didn't even know if she was thinking about Anna this way. In fact, she was actively trying not to. Yet her thoughts kept going back to Anna.
She didn’t sleep well that night. But when she did, her dreams were confused. She felt hands on her body in the dark. She sighed and moaned with pleasure at the touches, as the hands moved over her.