Sex, Love, Sex, Love, Sex

I worked with a new girl, Maggie, a slim small woman in her late thirties. Never married. One day she asked for a ride home, her car was in the shop. I asked to use the bathroom so she let me in to her home. A small remodeled bungalow. In the only bathroom she had a black and white 8X10 of herself in the nude, bush, tits, head raised looking up from a kneeling crouch. I was immediately attracted to it.

We became work friends. After many months she touched my hand and told me she was gay. And that gay women were mostly alone. I told her I didn't care. The truth was I had never been friends with a gay person, male or female. She developed a conversation around her gay experience, the women ticked one by one off her list. Sex, love, sex, love, sex. She was graphic about sex, tits and ass, she liked girls with tits and ass, pretty girls, like magazine pretty.

She asked me to dinner one night. After dinner she showed me this box with dozens of nudes of her, one of them the picture in the bathroom. One of her lovers was a photographer and she posed for her. They broke up when she found out her lover had sold some of her nude photos. She insisted on me picking a photo, for me to keep, a fairly explicit open crotch picture.

When she moved in for a kiss I held my breath, we kissed. We ended up in bed, she was small, small tits, hips, nice ass, great crotch. She shared and shared and I took everything she offered. After several weeks of nonstop sex she had me meet her old girlfriend, the photographer. She photographed us, together, alone, naked, dressed, half dressed, oral sex, tit to tit, ass to ass, pussy to pussy. Black and whites, she told us she had to sell a few to pay the bills. So be it.

Sex, love, sex, love, sex. It's the way it is when you like girls.