In graduate school I got an assistantship with an Economics professor. She had a reputation of being on the other team. The relationship was professional and nothing happened. One afternoon she asked me I played scrabble, that she had a foursome, but one of the women quit and they needed one more player, if I was interested. I accepted and went to her house on Saturday night, met the other two women and we had snacks, wine and played. We played teams, two against two, my partner was a woman in her mid thirties, intelligent, she worked in public relations for a public official. The other woman was in her late forties, she was in real estate.

It didn't take long for me to figure out that they were all lesbians. There were no flames, or strange discussions, it was just that the three of them were lesbians, amongst themselves they talked about it. The real estate woman asked me if I was seeing anyone, if I had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. I said I was single, unattached.

I became a permanent member of the scrabble club and through them I was introduced to several women. I thought to myself that they knew something I didn't. I didn't consider myself a lesbian, I had never had a lesbian affair, but I gravitated to lesbians. Most all of my close women friends were lesbians.

One day at work, my boss asked me if had ever considered getting some nicer lingerie. She said there was going to be a lingerie party at a friends of hers and if I wanted to come I was welcome. At the party, in addition to all of the selections, there were a couple of models who demonstrated the various styles. My boss asked me if I liked anything, that it was her treat and she would buy me some lingerie. She selected some for me, and the woman who was putting on the show, measured me and suggested the size.

The package came to the office in the mail, and when it arrived my boss asked me to model it for her. She was excited and she invited me to her home and asked me to take off my clothes and model for her. She helped me undress until I was standing naked in front of her, she took the panties and helped me step into them and she pulled them up and smoothed them out across my behind. She took the bra and helped me into it, she stood me in front of a full length mirror and she got behind me and cupped my breasts so that I showed cleavage. She moved her hand down to my front and cupped my pussy and she asked me to let her make love to me.

I didn't answer, I just let her touch me and she got down in front of me and kissed my pussy through my new panties.

She stood and got undressed and let her breasts out of her bra and asked me suck on her nipples. She took off her panties and was completely naked when she got on the bed and opened her legs and pulled me by my wrist in between her legs so that I could go down on her. Her pussy was both erotic and disgusting, but when I put my mouth on her all I wanted to do was to eat her and push my tongue up into her vagina.

Sex came fast, and she took my new underwear off and she went down on me, and then she pulled herself up over me to kiss and suck my breasts. Somewhere I lost control, I had an orgasm, and she helped me get her to have an orgasm.

The work relationship was hard, she wanted to be together a lot, and we had to agree that I should get another job. She helped me get a job with her friend the realtor and I spent the rest of my graduate studies as a secretary for her friend. We continued our weekly scrabble club and through her I met many more women who were in the 'club'. I had become a member.

Our thing is that she loves to buy me lingerie, and I wear it for her. Other than that we are pretty normal, in our group there is not any public displays, lovemaking is for the bedroom. One lasting legacy, is that with my fellow grad students I got the reputation of being on the other team.