Jennifer's Sexual Awakening Pt. 01

The scent of my mother's friend, Katherine, hasn't changed over the years. I change my choice of perfumes often, never satisfied that the one I was wearing at the time was appealingly representative of me. Not so with Katherine, who my mom always called Katie. The first time I noticed her scent was when I was sixteen. I was trying to learn what being a woman was, and I very much admired her.

"You smell nice," I had said politely one day when I was particularly close to the woman I had called Aunt Katherine since childhood. She placed her hand on my lower back, close to my hip, and reacted with a smile. That sent a chill, the pleasurable kind, up my spine. I didn't understand my body's response to her touch, but it felt good.

Aunt Katherine and I were estranged after my mother passed away tragically in an automobile accident. It was four years ago when I was a junior in college. My father would have nothing to do with her. I sensed something that caused tension between them, and I was told, rather ordered, not to have any contact with her.

When Katherine arrived for the meeting in the boardroom, I first smelled that familiar scent. I immediately got up from my chair, turned around to see if it was Aunt Katherine or some other woman wearing her perfume.

"Jenny, this is Ms. Katherine Jenkins. She has just come on board as the Senior Project Manager for the new Billings construction project," my boss told me. I was to be her personal assistant.

My mother and Katherine were engineers. They both always had good salaries, which is one of the problems with my father. He was a very talented chef at a hotel but earned less than my mother. There was some envy, especially because he needed to work on weekends. That's when my mother and Katherine would always be together.

I was naïve at first, but as I grew older, I began to understand that Katherine and my mother were lovers.

"Pleased to meet you, Ms. Jenkins," I said tepidly.

"Call me Katie," she responded with a smile. That's what my mother always called her. The awkwardness was growing.

"Ms. Jenkins, Katie, is an accomplished engineer. You'll learn a lot from her working closely together," my boss told me. I appreciated the opportunity to have an experienced engineer mentor me, but I was bewildered in my thoughts how it would work out with my mother's lover.

Katherine settled into her office. My desk was right outside her door. After about an hour, she called me into her office. "Let's go to lunch," she said. I didn't refuse her.

We sipped on iced tea while waiting for the salads we had ordered to arrive at the table. Katherine began the conversation.

"I loved your mother," she began. "I know your father never understood that and somehow thought she betrayed him." She paused reflectively for a moment. "Your mom loved him and wanted us to be happy together, but he could not relinquish his strict, old-fashioned ideals about love and marriage. He turned his back on both of us."

I let her confessions sink in for a moment and then had to ask," You and Mom wanted to have sex with my father? The three of you together in bed?"

"Yes, I suppose you could put it that way," Katherine replied. "I know polyamory sounds strange and dirty to you, but it isn't."

"Did you think what an impact that would have had on me?" I asked somewhat angrily. My father imbedded his immovable ideals of love, marriage, and parenting in my character.

"We were careful to hide it from you when you were small, but when you became a teenager, you could understand," she told me. "You are a grown woman now, and I'm sure you've had different experiences with men and, maybe, also with women."

"All I know is that my father told me you had betrayed our family," I said, confused. I know my mother loved Katherine, and my father hated her, only tolerating her presence to preserve their marriage. "I'm sorry, we are not beginning this relationship very well," I apologized.

"If this is too uncomfortable for you, I will request that another assistant be assigned to me," Katherine replied.

Something about her, more than her scent, unconsciously appealed to me. The warm feelings I had with her and my mother touched me the moment she walked into the boardroom. I won't tell my father about this, I concluded in my mind.

"No, please don't do that. I want to work with you," I pleaded. I was drawn back to the time she touched me and excited me. My mind said I should listen to my father, but my feelings for this woman were stronger.

Over the next few weeks, Katherine and I reviewed all the preliminary reports, hydrology, and essential infrastructure for the Billings project. I had never been to Montana, and soon, we were about to spend the next two years there.

"The summer there will be much more pleasant than here in Phoenix," my boss assured me when he originally offered me the project. Being only three years away from obtaining my engineering degree, this seemed like an opportunity to work with a great team and learn - a great start to a successful career, much like my mother's.

Since the company was covering my housing expenses in Billings, I was able to keep my apartment in Phoenix. This was convenient for the six weeks in winter when construction was paused due to the holidays and the cold temperatures. I figured it was better to pay the rent than to have to stay with my father and his new girlfriend.

What I didn't anticipate was going to Montana with Katherine.

"They secured us a two-bedroom apartment in Billings," I informed Katherine two weeks before we were scheduled to leave. She seemed to take the news that we were sharing an apartment in stride. I decided to keep our relationship strictly professional as well. It was a chance to learn from one of the country's most respected female construction engineers.

"That will be nice," she responded with a smile. "Since working together, I have felt very comfortable with you. I hope you feel the same with me," she said easily.

Once again, I felt this tinge in my pussy, dampness that came as I briefly pictured living alone with this woman, my mother's lover. Was there a gene I inherited that attracted me to her? I quickly realized that I needed to control my burgeoning desires for her, or I would jeopardize my professional career.

I arranged to ship most of our belongings, only taking a week's worth of clothing on the flight to Billings. It was like checking into a hotel. The two-bedroom, one-bath apartment was adequate, with a workable kitchen, a small dining area, and a living room with a single desk, a sofa, and a chair. The television was mounted on the wall.

"I think I'll buy myself a television for my bedroom," Katherine said as we surveyed our new living quarters. "I'll need to check the internet for streaming."

I wasn't sure why she needed a television unless she liked watching shows late at night, in which case she could use the living room.

"I'm not much of a television watcher, and I don't have any particular preference as to what we watch," I told her, saying there was no need to go to the extra expense.

"I appreciate that," Katherine responded. "But I don't think you would appreciate me watching porn and masturbating in the living room," she confessed without blushing.

I must have stared at her for a moment when she explained, "I haven't had a lover since your mother, and I'm only forty-five. I still have a sexual appetite."

That revelation took all my strength to control myself and remain professional. I was always told that masturbation was a sin and that sexual pleasure was a dirty thing to be ashamed of. I know most of my friends were sexually active, but I never felt comfortable with sex.

I had a boyfriend briefly in high school. My father encouraged the relationship, hoping that one day we would be married. Things didn't go too far sexually with him. We limited ourselves to heavy petting, respecting our stricter upbringing. And when he would cum all over my hand, I thought it was disgusting. I also never enjoyed him fingering me. Maybe that's why I didn't understand the pleasure of masturbation.

"Oh, I guess not," was the only reply I could muster to Katherine's admission of self-pleasure.

We settled into the apartment easily; work, being fairly intense as the project began, occupied most of our conversations. The more I watched Katherine's style as she solved complex problems, the more I was attracted to her graceful presence and brilliant mind.

The walls of the apartment were thin, so Katherine was respectful not to make much noise at night when I assumed she was pleasuring herself. There was an occasional muffled moan, but nothing distracting me from sleep.

One day after work, on the drive back to the apartment, Katherine made a detour to an adult store in downtown Billings. She looked at me and gestured I should go into the store with her. I hesitated for a moment, then figured she was being polite and wasn't expecting me to sit in the car and wait for her.

I followed her to the section where the vibrators were displayed.

"This one looks interesting," she commented as she held it for me to examine. "Stimulates both the vagina and the clitoris," she pointed out to me.

I didn't respond right away. It was awkward for me to talk about sex toys that I had no experience with.

"I know your mother was going to buy you a vibrator for your eighteenth birthday," she told me. "Only she was afraid your father would find out and do something drastic."

"He would have really thrown a fit if he caught me playing with myself," I finally said, reflecting back on how oppressive he was. The way Katherine casually approached the subject put me a little at ease.

"Well, let me buy you one now," she said gleefully.

I was sure I would intuitively know how to use it, but I wanted to make sure. "Do I need lube or anything else to help with the stimulation?" Katherine nodded and picked out a jar of cream, telling me I could apply it before I naturally got wet, though I didn't think that would be a problem since I would feel the dampness with just a thought.

After dinner, we sat in the living room, drinking a glass of wine. I began to notice Katherine differently. She was comfortably dressed in a soft cotton top that revealed much of her braless breasts and baggy sweatpants. I usually didn't change out of my business suit until I went to bed, but this evening, Katherine suggested I should dress more casually around the apartment when it was just the two of us. I sat down after dinner in a tank top and cotton shorts.

"Your mother and I met when we were interning at a large construction firm," Katherine started the conversation. "We worked closely together, stumbling our way to figuring out how the working world did stuff. We were right out of college."

"Your Mom was dating your father, and they were pretty serious for being so young. When she became pregnant with you, she didn't know what to do, having just started her career. Your father insisted they get married, and she did so reluctantly."

"Was I the only reason they got married and stayed together?" I asked.

"Yes. Your Mom regretted getting married later on, though she did love your father. She tried to make it work. She stayed home with you for five years and then insisted on restarting her career. She also tried to have a good marriage with your father and rekindle the passion between them that was lost when you were born."

There was a pause in the conversation while Katherine poured another glass of wine.

"I had advanced in the firm, and when it came time to hire a new assistant, I insisted on hiring your mother," Katherine resumed the story of my Mom. "We worked closely together again, only this time I was her superior. One day, she complained that the stress was getting to her. With you, your father, and the job, she was overwhelmed. I told her we should take you to your grandmother's and do something fun like go to Las Vegas for a weekend.

"Is that when you became lovers?" I inquired.

"Yes. Neither of us had any inclination toward sex with another woman, but it happened so naturally. It renewed your Mom's spirit. She advanced at work, she got along with your father, and she became a better mother to you."

"Do you think I'm sexually repressed?" I asked my mother's lover.

"I wouldn't call it that," she answered contemplatively. "I think your father was, and he made you feel that way. But I can tell you are yearning to break out of that."

"What makes you think that?" I asked, wanting to trust her intuition.

"The way you look at me at times," Katherine answered candidly.

It's true, and suddenly, I was embarrassed. Those feelings of arousal were unwarranted. I got caught. Katherine stood up, finished her glass of wine, and announced she was going to bed. She left me hanging in the moment.

The vibrator was in the charger, hopefully ready. I dapped some cream from the jar and lightly touched my labia. The arousal ingredient seemed to work immediately. I pressed the button on the vibrator once for the lowest speed and started rubbing it gently against my pussy. I sensed my blood flowing down below.

By summer, Katherine and I were running around the apartment in nothing but panties and a tank top. My nocturnal pleasure sessions relieved my pent-up fantasies about Katherine. We worked hard and had fun on weekends, escaping the blistering heat that rivaled Phoenix's in the summer to hike in the surrounding mountains. We would camp over Saturday night in a small pup tent. I was beginning to think that Katherine was treating me like the daughter she could have had had she and my Mom been together as a couple rather than clandestine lovers.

One late Saturday afternoon, a storm came on suddenly, forcing us to scramble to set up the tent. We were drenched by the time we accomplished that task. The rain dropped the temperature by twenty degrees, and we were freezing in our wet clothes.

"We better take off these wet clothes before we get in the tent," Katherine advised while she started to strip. I followed suit.

Katherine unrolled her sleeping bag and quickly jumped in. As I was getting mine unfurled, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her. "Let's curl up together and our bodies will help warm each other up," she recommended.

Like nested spoons, we laid on our side, Katherine's arms wrapped around me, pulling me close so our skin melted together. I was at ease with her. When her hand brushed against my erect nipple, I gently guided it to cup my young perky boob.

"Your hair smells good. I think I'll try some of your shampoo," Katherine said casually.

We chatted about small stuff for hours, laughing and telling funny stories about the awkward times in our lives. "The first time I sucked a guy's cock, he came in two seconds without warning. The cum in my mouth was disgusting. I spit it all over him and ran away," Katherine reminisced.

"Now I'm certain I'll never give a guy a blow job," I told her. "Why were you sucking his cock, anyway?" I asked her.

"It was in high school, and I was terrible at English class. He told me he would write an essay for me if I gave him a BJ. I took him up on the offer, but it was a terrible price to pay for a passing grade," she explained.

"I had a boyfriend in high school. A guy my father really liked," I started to tell my sex adventures as a teenager. "Of course, he was also strict Evangelical Cristian, so we never properly had sex. We would do heavy petting. I would jerk him off and get his semen all over my hand. But what was worse, he would shove his fingers inside me. It hurt, and I never felt any pleasure."

"Are you still a virgin?" Katherine asked.

"Well, yes. My hymen is still intact," I replied. I thought for a moment. "I don't have any desire to be with a man, so I guess I'll be a virgin forever," I added.

Katherine started laughing. "That's about what your mother said after you were born. Except she was already a mother, but she swore she would have nothing to do with a man for the rest of her life."

"But you said she got along better with my father after you guys had sex," I reminded her. "And they slept in the same room," I told her.

"Yes, but I don't think she ever fucked him again. She wasn't on the pill, and she never talked about having sex with him," Katherine explained.

We fell asleep with our bodies pressed together. It was a wonderful, satisfying night. I was warm with a desire to be with Katherine and not burning to need a sexual experience.

Katherine and I were shopping at a local farmers market when I eyed a woman who appeared to be in her thirties, solidly built, with large boobs and an enticing butt. I felt an immediate attraction to her and an immediate arousal. She looked back at me and smiled. I fell apart when she approached me.

"Hello, I'm Julia," she introduced herself. "I thought I recognized you two ladies from the tour of the new development off of Highway 3 past the airport."

"Yes, we are the engineers on the project," Katherine responded. "I'm Katie, and this is Jennifer," she said, introducing us.

"Wow, female engineers. That's fabulous," she reacted gleefully. "And two hot women as well," she said with a sensuous smile. "I own a restaurant in town and am moving into the new complex when it is completed," Julia informed us. "I'd love to have you come to my restaurant for dinner," she extended the invitation. "As my guests, of course."

I was speechless. This woman excited me sexually. Thankfully, Katherine accepted the invitation on our behalf and handled the arrangements.

"You and Julia would make a great pair," Katherine remarked later in the day when we were preparing dinner. "The way you looked at each other, I could see a burgeoning love affair."

"Don't tease me," I told Katherine. "I don't know what to do, and please don't make fun of me," I said out of frustration, not being able to get a grip on my emotions.

"If she doesn't make the first move on you, you need to give her a big kiss on her lips to let her know you are interested," she attempted to school me in lesbian love.

"I've never had sex with a woman, and I don't even know if I like it," I replied. "I once thought I wanted to have sex with you, but the more we were together, the less of a desire I had for it," I confessed.

"I was just a curiosity for you. You wanted to feel like your mother felt about me. I'm glad you got over that, and we can have a lasting friendship," Katherine expressed her maturity.

"I'm already a wreck. I hope I can make it to Saturday night," I lamented.

"Make sure you keep your vibrator charged," she laughed.

I gave my vibrator a workout that week. Every night I fantasized I was fondling her large breasts and sucking on her nipples. I tried to imagine how her tongue would feel licking my pussy as I brought myself to orgasm.

On Thursday after work, Katherine took me shopping for a sexy dress that was neither overly revealing nor too revealing but would accentuate my sleek, toned body. We settled on a pistachio green cocktail dress that visually fit with my tanned skin tone. The remarks from Katherine and the sales lady boosted my confidence.

Saturday morning, I spent getting a makeover, hair, nails, and a pedicure. "Looks like you're getting ready for a hot date," commented the technician doing my pedicure. "Who's the lucky guy?" Katherine, who was also getting herself a pedicure in the chair next to me, started laughing. "Who's the lucky woman?" She blurted out.

I had done some research on Julia and her restaurant. It was started fifty years ago by her father, who had a passion for food to the extent that he named his baby girl after Julia Child. Having grown up in Montana, Julia's father wanted to highlight the contributions of local farmers and ranchers, so the menu focused on beef, bison, and lamb. When her father passed away ten years ago, Julia took full control of the restaurant and expanded its seating capacity as well as the menu offerings.

We arrived right on time for the dinner. Julia greeted us at the front reception area. "You look stunning," she directed her compliment to me as she approached me for a hug. Her arms wrapped around me and drew me into her. I felt suddenly at ease with this woman who was the subject of my fantasies and anxieties all week.

The dinner was served in several courses, each one bring a specialty of the chef. I was satiated by the time we arrived to dessert. "My father's a chef in Phoenix at the Baltimore Hotel," I informed Julia. "I grew up eating wonderful foods and I want to compliment your chef. This food is fantastic," I proclaimed sincerely.

"I couldn't eat another morsel, and I need to get back to the apartment to finish up an important analysis so the foundations can be completed this coming week," Katherine informed us. I knew she was making that up; there was no pressing work that needed to be urgently completed. "I'll take an Uber so you can drive home," she said to me.

"I'll see that Jennifer gets home safe," Julia said with a wink. "But don't expect her home too early," she told Katherine. I felt all warm inside my pussy.

Julia had her staff pack the pastries for dessert and take them to her car, along with a bottle of wine and a bottle of champagne. I was excited as she drove us up the hill to her home. We didn't speak much; the sexual tension was building. "Be calm and let her lead," was the advice Katherine pounded into me the last several days.

We dropped the pastries and the bottle of wine off in her kitchen. She held on to the champagne, grabbing a couple of glasses and a bucket of ice from her bar, as she led me to her bedroom. By that point, my panties were soaking wet.

"This is your first time with a woman," she whispered softly in my ear before landing a kiss on my lips. Either she could sense it, or Katherine had set this up. Reaching around me, she unzipped my dress and helped it fall to the floor. She kissed my neck, sending shivers through my body.

Julia gestured for me to help her out of her dress. We stood there in bras and panties, embracing, touching, and kissing. Her hand slid down and touched my wet pussy, her finger slightly entering my opening. She drew her finger back out and brought it to her lips, savoring the taste of my fluid.

We each removed our bras. My perky B-cup titties were firm when pressed against Julia's massive DD boobs. Hers were malleable in my hands and easy to squeeze. I could tell by her reaction that she enjoyed me playing with her tits. Julia kissed and lightly nibbled on my erect nipples, sending waves of pleasure through my upper body. My knees were getting weak as the blood rushed to my genitalia.

Julia laid me down on the bed and pulled my drenched panties off. Spreading my legs, her tongue licked the juices that had trickled down my thighs. The anticipation of her mouth engulfing my swollen labia released another gush of fluid.

Her fingers pulled back the hood from which my engorged clitoris protruded. My body writhed and bucked as she brought me to a series of orgasms with her fingers and mouth. I screamed with delight as she relentlessly indulged in my pussy.

"Okay,... stop, please," I moaned as my entire body became hypersensitive. She sat up and looked content.

"Sorry, you taste so good, I got carried away," Julia apologized. She stood up and went to open the champagne bottle.

When my heartbeat calmed some, and I caught my breath, we toasted my extraordinary sensual, climatic, multi-orgasmic first experience of being orally pleasured by another woman.

We hugged, kissed, laughed, caressed, fingered, and orally explored each other more gently for the next couple of hours until exhaustion took over, and we fell asleep in each other's arms, my head snuggled between her breasts.

I felt wonderful in the morning. Julia made a pot of coffee. We were sitting the table naked and enlivened by the sense we belonged together.

"I've been working with Katherine for a few months now, and I know how she gets things accomplished," I told my new lover. "So, I'm positive she set us up."

"Yes, she was very excited when she talked to me after we met at the farmer's market," Julia explained. "She told me a lot about you, so I had to give it a try with you," she said. I looked at her brown eyes and connected again with her on a plane I never imagined existed. "I was attracted to you as a sexy young woman, but now I sense there's more to us than that," she said reaching across the table to give me a kiss."

"I was afraid I wouldn't be good enough for you," I confessed. "You made me feel so comfortable. It was my first time."

Julia put her finger to her lips as if to silent the talk. She grabbed my hand and led me back to the bedroom where we made love again until the early afternoon.

The construction was nearly completed two years later. I was living with Julia then. We hosted a small house party for Katherine and some of the other staff from Phoenix as my firm's involvement came to a close.

"So, what's in your future, Jennifer? We're sorry to see you leave; you're such a talent," the company's CEO asked me at the party. He and some of the other top executives had flown in for the week to finalize the project.

"There's an architectural firm based in Billings that does smaller projects here in Montana and Wyoming. They offered me a job, which I accepted so I could stay here," I replied.

As the party picked up and most of the invited guests arrived, it was time for toasts and announcements. Katherine and I were recognized for our professional performance in completing the project on time and within budget. Katherine accepted the accolades and offered the mic to me.

'This was a great experience and offered me an incredible opportunity to advance my career. It also introduced me to someone who fulfilled me in so many other ways: Julia Harris. I would like to formally announce our engagement."

The audience erupted to applause as Julia joined me. We kissed to cement our relationship publicly.

Julia and I took Katherine to the airport to say our goodbyes. "You've been the mother to me since my Mom died. Thank you." We kissed and said goodbye. Julia hugged me. My life was so much different.