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Women Only
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Straight Female / 53
Me And My Cousin Are As Close As Mormon Sisters
My cousin and me have always been close. Our grandad was the Minister in our church and we grew up in a church property house. When she went away to college I cried. I went away the next year. It was Christmas and we had gone to Christmas Eve services and we were alone and she said she wanted to talk.
She told me that she had an embarrassing secret. She told me of what had happened when she was in the tenth grade with her art teacher. A woman. She told it to me like a movie scene, like she wasn't the one. I asked her the only wrong question you can ask at that time. Did she like it? She never really answered, only that it happened many times.
Now she told me it happened again with another student. A girl she had in her anatomy class. A girl who wanted to explore her anatomy with. It started like that. Casual examination of their girl parts. Then all of a sudden they were kissing and she showed the other girl what her art teacher did with her. And they had been escaping and doing it many times. She volunteered that she liked it.
No one ever used words like gay, or queer or lesbian. Church girls do not use words like that. We kept this secret together. Over the years she would invite me in, when she had met a woman and they would play around. We never used the word sex either. Sometimes I would tell her how my husband behaved, and told her when he spanked me for misbehaving or for being disobedient. My husband is 13 years older and he doesn't subscribe to women's lib.
I told her that after he spanked me he was active at night. We both had our secrets. I had children but she was single. We discussed that at 35 she still did not know the 'touch' of a man. I told her the truth, you can't have your children if your husband doesn't 'touch' you. That was the word for sex. She told me that she 'touched' this woman. Sex.
Anyway, 35 and never been touched by a man. It was time to take matters into my hands, before it was too late for her. We agreed first that I would talk to my husband. He was not receptive to the idea. I asked my husband if he had a friend. He got angry and said he would do it himself. That was the only way. It had to be a man she knew.
It was not what she expected. It was over pretty quick. No, she wasn't called to do that. She wanted to know if I liked him spanking me? I told her the truth, I always liked being spanked, it meant he was going to touch me at night. Oh well, she didn't think she wanted to be spanked.
We are now in our fifties, we talk about how we were when we were young and liked being touched. My husband hasn't spanked me in a long time, and she and her friend don't sleep together. We are close, always have been since we grew up in the church house.
She told me that she had an embarrassing secret. She told me of what had happened when she was in the tenth grade with her art teacher. A woman. She told it to me like a movie scene, like she wasn't the one. I asked her the only wrong question you can ask at that time. Did she like it? She never really answered, only that it happened many times.
Now she told me it happened again with another student. A girl she had in her anatomy class. A girl who wanted to explore her anatomy with. It started like that. Casual examination of their girl parts. Then all of a sudden they were kissing and she showed the other girl what her art teacher did with her. And they had been escaping and doing it many times. She volunteered that she liked it.
No one ever used words like gay, or queer or lesbian. Church girls do not use words like that. We kept this secret together. Over the years she would invite me in, when she had met a woman and they would play around. We never used the word sex either. Sometimes I would tell her how my husband behaved, and told her when he spanked me for misbehaving or for being disobedient. My husband is 13 years older and he doesn't subscribe to women's lib.
I told her that after he spanked me he was active at night. We both had our secrets. I had children but she was single. We discussed that at 35 she still did not know the 'touch' of a man. I told her the truth, you can't have your children if your husband doesn't 'touch' you. That was the word for sex. She told me that she 'touched' this woman. Sex.
Anyway, 35 and never been touched by a man. It was time to take matters into my hands, before it was too late for her. We agreed first that I would talk to my husband. He was not receptive to the idea. I asked my husband if he had a friend. He got angry and said he would do it himself. That was the only way. It had to be a man she knew.
It was not what she expected. It was over pretty quick. No, she wasn't called to do that. She wanted to know if I liked him spanking me? I told her the truth, I always liked being spanked, it meant he was going to touch me at night. Oh well, she didn't think she wanted to be spanked.
We are now in our fifties, we talk about how we were when we were young and liked being touched. My husband hasn't spanked me in a long time, and she and her friend don't sleep together. We are close, always have been since we grew up in the church house.
