Lo and behold one day I found myself in the arms with a close friend doing things that we shouldn't have been doing. We weren't a couple of kids or teens or even college students, we were late twenties professional women working for the same company and here we were going deeper and deeper into a well of behavior that neither one of us ever thought we would do. It isn't so much that we were drunk, we weren't. It is because we were on a company team building trip and we were sharing a room and we were sitting around in our nighties and it just wasn't something that we could stop.

You see that when you realize that you are looking at her across the bed from you while you play cards and all you can think about is what is under her nightshirt, those nipples rubbing against her shirt and her tight panties under her crossed legs you are not thinking straight. What if, just what if you peek under her nightshirt? What if you reach out and touch one of those wobbly things under her shirt? What if you just casually put you hand on her thigh and you lean over and let your hand go up until you feel the warmth between her legs? What if you kiss her? All these naughty thoughts going through your mind and you can't pay attention to the card game and next thing you know you pushed her back onto the pillow and you are kissing her.

Never have feelings been that strong. Never. I always prided myself in that I controlled my feelings and I was never impulsive. Maybe if instead of putting her arms around my neck and just letting herself be kissed she had kicked me off, but she didn't and the kiss became a kiss and words pored from my mouth about being in love with her and her answers of 'I know' didn't help or her answers of 'I love you too'. No, what happened is that the cards fell off the bed and we kissed and let our hands find things and more and peeking under nightshirts happened and hands went down into the warmth between the legs.

Lovemaking with a woman is not like anything you know how to do. Who does what? We kept talking, you do this and you do that, touch me again, okay one more time, look at me and tell me again that you love me, am I your girlfriend now? We aren't virgins any more. Sure we had not been virgins in the classical sense for a long time but we were virgins in the lesbian sense. I mean putting your tongue in a vagina is pretty intense. So we made love, it went on and on, over and over, on our sides, our hands taking off everything we had on, our fingers going here and there and finding hidden places and pretending that you could actually be a man for a moment, but it isn't the same no matter how hard you want it to be, you just can't do it. So, after a while we just lay there and said that we might as well sleep together seeing that we had pretty much done everything you can think of doing and we turned off the light and tried to go to sleep.

It wasn't just that night when we first had sex. We went home after the team building thing, we 'dated' if you want to call it that, actually started going out and setting time aside for being together, sure we never dated that we didn't sleep together but we weren't living together and you have to do that. It was one afternoon after we had gone to the zoo, you go to the zoo so you can walk around in the sun holding hands. It was that afternoon that we were walking back to the train and we saw this small Greek church and we decided to go in. It was in there and that we said maybe this was totally the wrong place to propose but it was a church so we did just that, quietly in whispers. No rings, just us, standing there looking up at the altar and our hands slipped together for just a moment, we didn't want to offend anyone there and we said let's do it.

Our thing was done on a beach in Destin Florida, on the white sand dressed in white with flower girls dressed in white and with a male officiating, we wanted a man to marry us. Go figure. We wanted an ordained man to marry us, we were both in agreement about that. A man to tell us we were married and to go forth and multiply. And so it is that we got married.

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