Getting Into The Swing Of Things In The City

As a young lesbian I was uncomfortable with the lifestyle. I was on the fringe, I observed, got jealous, but I couldn't play the game. I got a job with a well known company and I met a girl there, Beth Ann. She came from a well to do middle class family, went to a much better school than I did. I was surprised when she invited me over to her place.

She lived in a nice building, she was single, and the table was set with all the finery. She was cooking Chicken Cordon Blue, asparagus and Rice Pilaf. For drink she had a bottle of French Beaujolais and sparkling water. Desert was a homemade lemon meringue pie. A complete meal, she was dressed in a very nice dress and had on some very nice j*welry. I wasn't so nicely dressed, I was work comfortable. She met me at the door with an air kiss and a quick hug.

She had a vinyl set up and asked me what I wanted to listen to. We talked about everything and nothing while she paid attention to her cooking. Between this and that I got a tour of her place, well kept and nice and she had great big king sized bed, with a step stool to get onto it. Her bathroom was perfect, no one lives like that. When it came time to serve she asked me to sit an let her serve me.

It was a nice evening, but way out of anything I expected. She served her homemade pie and tea and we sat in her living room love chair. We laughed at this or that, no tv, just conversation. I was surprised and reacted badly when she leaned over to kiss me. Then again only this time it was a 'kiss' with her hand on my chest and telling me that she liked me from the minute she met me. For all of my daydreams and fantasy island night dreams she caught me by surprise kissing me, I hadn't up to that time ever been kissed like that, with desire, or have someone put their hand on my chest sexually.

I wasn't prepared to be sat back and have my panties pulled off and my legs held up while she ate me. I did orgasm, mind you, it snuck up on me and I couldn't control myself. By then our clothes were on the floor and we were naked and I faced up to the fact that I was going to eat her, my first pussy. She was all in control, holding my face with her hands and commands as to what to do. We 'finished' in her bed around midnight. By then I had been through two other orgasms and was completely naked and wet all over. One very long kiss and she said we had to cuddle, feel her woman body against me. She pressed her chest against my back and her hips against my backside, she rubbed herself that way into an orgasm and laughter.

Beth Ann wasn't a wall flower, she had a large network of lesbians. I found that this place or that one was home base for lesbians in the city. I found out that lesbians tend to become very jealous of their girlfriends. I met some lesbians that could easily have been Magazine covers, and others that may have done better working at a truck stop. Some were in 'costume' for their social life, nurses in real life. Beth Ann was Beth Ann on and off the scene. I was kept that way, no dress up, no nose rings, or nipple rings, not clit rings. I saw a lot of one on one public displays of affection. Beth Ann was more on the conservative side and kept that for when we were back at her place.

I'm a lot more conversant and can navigate the lesbian culture. But I don't participate in some things, I don't do weird and would never walk around dressed like Tinker Bell in public. Beth Ann is a serious type, she likes the Grand Dame life and I have learned a lot from her. I'm the one on the arm, I don't think otherwise. But one time only, we went out to a Museum affair and I went without panties. I flashed her in the car, before we turned the car over to the valet. She spent the night hovering over me. I told her that it 'felt' good walking up the stairs in my flowing skirt with the cool wind under me.

But then again I'm a lot more comfortable, spreading my wings a little. Being a bit of a naughty lesbian.