Jennifer's Sexual Awakening Pt. 02

Nipples. I have this love-hate relationship with my nipples. The love part was the way they got me aroused, especially since I started living with Julia. I never knew I could reach an orgasm from nipple play. Julia is talented at that.

My nipples are overly sensitive, which is a good thing, but after a while and a couple of orgasms, they are off-limits until the sensitivity dies down; that's not necessarily the hate part of my relationship with them. It's their size. They protrude disproportionately to my smallish, perky boobs. I was embarrassed by them, so much so that I always wore a padded bra.

My mother and Katherine would tease me about the padded bra, saying I should be accepting my boob size and not be ashamed of them. Of course, my mom and Katherine had big boobs, so they thought I was just trying to enhance my outward appearance to be more like them. I couldn't tell them it was because of my nipples that I needed the extra thickness.

Julia has perfect nipples. Hers are petite knobs almost hidden in the center of her large brown areolas. She also has large breasts, which I love to bury my face in. Do opposites attract? When it comes to boobs, we are very opposite.

A month after we announced our intent to get married, we bought each other rings to cement our relationship; Julia was teasing me about not going braless.

"If I can go out in public and not be ashamed to have these big tits bouncing around, you can certainly show off your sexy nipples," she chided me.

"I don't think I would like the attention, especially from men gawking at me," I told her.

One evening, we were having dinner at the new restaurant Julia opened in the Billings Towne Center I helped build; Julia approached me cautiously, starting with a reference to my nipples.

"You don't mind running around the house naked with those tasty nipples enticing me," she started saying. "But if a man were staying with us for a while, would you be embarrassed by them?" She asked, trying to get into a serious conversation in a roundabout way.

"And why would there be a man around the house?" I asked curiously.

"My best friend from high school and college, the guy I almost married before I admitted to myself that I was gay," Julia explained softly. "His mother is in assisted living, and she's dying. She is being moved to hospice, and Mark asked me if he could stay with me while he was in town to be with his mother."

I listened empathetically as Julia went on, "He doesn't know about us, but he obviously knows I'm a lesbian. He's flying in from Atlanta in a few days and says he can't afford to stay at the hotel for long. I must ask you first if it would be all right for him to stay with us."

"Sure," I answered quickly. Why would Julia be hesitant to approach me about that?

"I just wanted to make sure you were all right with not running around the house with only your panties on while he was here," she laughed. "The girl he started dating after I came out had nice perky breasts like yours. I liked her. I was even going to propose a threesome so I could nibble on her nipples."

We both laughed at the image. Julia adored mine.

The day before Mark's arrival, Julia and I decided to take advantage of our privacy. It wasn't certain how long Mark would be our guest; that depended on how long his mother would live. I read about hospice care. Patients either go quickly, in a few days or linger on for weeks. However long Mark stays, that is fine with me.

Julia had introduced me to penetration. She had a strap-on with a six-inch dildo. That was how my cherry popped. I could no longer claim to be a virgin, though I never did have a real cock inside me. And I didn't have a desire for it, having been unable to reach a climax from being pounded by a dildo.

"I want you to put on the strap-on and fuck my pussy," Julia insisted that day before Mark's arrival. I obliged. It didn't do much for me, but I figured it was fun for her. Julia bent over the bed, and I approached her from behind the way she had done to me. She was glistening wet with anticipation when I aligned the tip of the rubber cock at her opening.

I tried very hard to maintain a steady rhythm while I thrust my hips, pushing the toy deeper inside her. Julia moaned with pleasure. It wasn't long before I was exhausted.

"That's hard work," I complained. "I don't envy men who do that all the time," I remarked.

"They usually don't last as long as you just did," Julia quipped.

"I wouldn't know," I said out of a lack of experience with men. All of a sudden, my curiosity about men was piqued. "What was it like when you were with Mark?" I asked.

"I loved Mark differently," Julia replied. "We were close friends, and even the sex was fun, but it wasn't romantic love like I feel for you," she told me as she reached toward me for a kiss.

"Did you guys fuck a lot?" I kept pursuing the topic.

"Yes. Mark was a horny young man."

"Did you orgasm when you fucked?" I asked, wondering if it was me or my inclinations as to why I couldn't orgasm when my vagina was penetrated.

"No, not really. It was different. It wasn't like when I orgasm with you, but it was still pleasurable, and the feeling of his hot cock inside me was comforting, if not exciting," she mused.

"Do you still love him?" I wondered out loud.

"Of course, as a friend," Julia responded. "I love you as a lover," she added.

I started thinking about my mother and Katherine. They were lovers. And my father, my mother must have loved him differently, though I have come to the conclusion that he did not deserve her love. I haven't talked since I informed him I moved in with Julia. Katherine called him and angrily yelled at him for shunning me. He won't talk with her either, blaming Katherine for turning me into a lesbian.

I was beginning to realize that my distaste for men had everything to do with my father and his unforgiving beliefs. Julia was giving me a different perspective of a man. I was looking forward to meeting Mark.

Later that night, lying in bed, drained from a day of lovemaking, I whispered a question, not knowing if I wanted to ask it or if I expected an answer. "Julia, would you want to make love with Mark?"

She turned to face me and kissed me gently on the lips. "Only if it is with you," she replied.

Her answer sent my thoughts and emotions swirling.

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An hour before we went to the airport to pick Mark up, Julia received a call from the restaurant. Some sort of crisis urgently needed her attention.

I sent a picture of Mark to your phone and a picture of you to his," she told me as she hurried out the door. She also sent me Mark's itinerary. He had to fly for twelve hours from Atlanta to Houston to Denver and then on a small commercial plane to Billings. The poor man will be worn out when I pick him up at the airport.

As the passengers disembarked from the flight he was on, I pulled out my phone and studied his face. He was a handsome man with dark hair and bright blue eyes. He looked better in person as I approached him despite the fatigue that must have set in from a day of travel. He was also looking at his phone and surveying the terminal for me. We made eye contact.

"Hello, Jen. I'm Mark," he said as we moved closer together. Julia wasn't kidding when she said she snagged the hottest girl west of the Mississippi," he complimented me as he eyed me up and down.

"You're pretty handsome, yourself," was all the response I could muster.

We talked about his trip while waiting for his luggage at the baggage claim. Julia had texted me that the issue at the restaurant was resolved and I should bring Mark there for a good dinner, figuring he must be starved after a day of travel.

I pulled the car into the retail and entertainment center entrance where Julia's restaurant was now located. "This looks like an exciting place for Billings," Mark observed. "Julia told me you helped build this," he said, looking at me admirably.

"I was a junior assistant engineer on the project," I informed him. "I mostly did things like checking structural elements for compliance," I told him. "Nothing too elaborate."

"But important," he stated emphatically. Immediately he came across to me as a humble and generous man, just like Julia described him.

When we sat down, Julia knew exactly what Mark liked to eat and had a feast of Bison and lamb ready for him. Both Julia and I ate salads. Mark finished his meal with a glass of Bourbon while we drank wine.

I had fixed the guest room for Mark. He said he wanted to shower to wash off the day of traveling. I suggested he use the walk-in shower in our master bedroom, which was nicer than the shower tub in the second bathroom by the guest room. I went to get some fresh towels for him from the linen closet, and when I walked into the master bathroom, I saw him naked, standing in front of the shower.

"I'm sorry," I apologized for walking in on him as I set the towels down.

"I'm just waiting for the water to warm up," he informed me nonchalantly as he turned to face me. For the first time in my life, I felt a tinge of arousal looking at a man, his cock on full display, his toned torso resembling the statue of David.

Mark smiled at me and stepped into the shower, the sight of his athletic butt contouring a desire to touch and feel it.

"If you need anything, just yell, and Julia or I can help you," I said hastily, not wanting to reveal the titillation I was experiencing.

I was concerned that I wouldn't react to Mark's nakedness in a composed manner. I texted Katherine, asking her to call me in an hour under the pretense of some work-related engineering problem.

We were sitting in the living room when Katherine called. "Excuse me," I said. It's Katherine. She has a problem, an engineering thing, she wants my advice on." I fibbed. I walked out onto the front deck and closed the sliding glass doors behind me.

"Katie," I addressed her as she requested when we were reintroduced several years ago. "Julia's old boyfriend is staying with us for a while. I know there's nothing between them anymore, and I'm not jealous," I told my friend and mentor. "It's me. I saw him naked, and I couldn't believe I was aroused. I mean, I wanted to grab his ass."

"Slow down, Jenny," Katherine responded. "Take a deep breath and start over."

I did as she counseled. "The sight of him aroused me. I felt some connection with him the moment I met him at the airport."

"I see you're over the man-hating attitude you had rebelling against your father," Katherine surmised.

"What should I do?" I was bewildered by my own feelings.

"Remember how you once desired me? And you worked it out yourself. Now you have a true lover in Julia. You will work this one out, too," she assured me.

"Thanks," I said and hung up.

Julia and Mark were laughing, mostly at themselves, reminiscing about their relationship years ago. It was fun listening to their stories. I felt comfortable again being around Mark and Julia, with no unexpected flashes of lust.

I wasn't going to say anything to Julia about my brief descent into prurient thoughts about Mark, but Julia knows me better. She brought it up casually while we relaxed from our nocturnal orgasmic exchange.

"Mark's very sexy," she said, testing my response.

"He is. His ass is to die for," I admitted. "What is it about a guy's ass that is so attractive?" I mused.

"What is it about your butt that turns me on?" Julia countered.

"I guess this sex thing is a big mystery," I concluded.

"We could have a threesome with Mark," Julia offered surprisingly. "He told me he hasn't had a girlfriend for several years, so I'm sure he's horny. And I bet he'd appreciate nibbling on those big nipples of yours," she added.

"I've never really had sex with a man," I confessed.

"You never really had sex with a woman before me," Julia reminded me.

"Okay," I surrendered. I kissed Julia good night and fell asleep.

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Julia hinted that she said something to Mark about the three of us engaging in sexual activity. She was coy about how well he took it. I was still hesitant. I had shed the shame my father had instilled that sex was dirty and it would ruin my moral character if it were outside of marriage. What still lingered was where it led. Sex with Julia led to our wonderful relationship. What would become of having sex with Mark?

The following day, after dinner, Julia said she needed to go to the restaurant for something and would be back in an hour. She left Mark and me alone. I tried having a serious conversation to distract myself from any intimate discussion that would evolve between the two of us.

"How did things go at the hospice today? I heard you mention that you had a meeting with your mom's caseworker," I inquired.

"Everything is fine there. Mom had a good day today. Her spirits were up," he informed me.

"That's great," I said, trying hard to keep the conversation about his mother going. There was a pause when I couldn't think of something quick.

"Julia told me you had some awful experiences with men when you were younger," Mark broke the silence with a subject I was hoping to avoid. I wished Julia was there to guide me through this but I suspected that's why she made the excuse to go to the restaurant.

Mark refilled my wine glass. I had to accept being vulnerable in the moment.

"Yeah, I think because my father was so sexually repressed, he pounded his beliefs into my psyche," I told him. "My earlier experiences with men were awkward at best. Not pleasurable, for sure."

"Do you want to explore your feelings about men now that you seem emotionally and mentally in a different state?" Mark asked empathetically.

"I do. And I want to be with Julia when I do," I answered him.

"Of course. She'll be back soon," he said reassuringly.

While waiting for Julia, Mark and I traded funny stories from our youth. He knew how to calm my nerves and make me feel comfortable. Since he mentioned Julia in some of his stories, I asked him how their relationship evolved when she came out as gay.

"The love between us was always there, and the sex was always good," he explained. "The emotional connection was broken; she couldn't find fulfillment, she would say, without the love of a woman."

He looked me in the eye and said, "She's found that now with you."

"Were you heartbroken?" I needed to know.

"Yes and no," he offered. "I knew I wasn't the love of her life, and yet I wanted to be with her," he told me.

Julia came home. She complained about smelling like the kitchen in her restaurant, though I didn't detect any unusual odors.

"I'm going to take a shower," she informed us. "You're both welcome to join me," she said seductively.

The walk-in shower was roomy, but not for three. I decided to observe as Mark lathered her body, slowly and gently rubbing the sponge over her soft skin. She was so beautiful, naked and wet. And Mark was too.

"I'm good," Julia said as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. "You should help Mark clean up," she hinted.

I did. I quickly shed my clothes and joined him as the water cascaded over our bare bodies. Mark was visibly aroused. His cock was firm and upright. I instinctively grabbed a hold of his cock, feeling its strength in my hand. He seemed to enjoy that.

The unspoken rule of our engagement was that we didn't talk or try to figure out what we were doing. We tacitly agreed to be present and let whatever happened happen. When I kissed Mark, I felt a strong passion for his manliness. I counterbalanced his masculinity with soft kisses from Julia.

I kissed Mark and stroked his cock while Julia was orally satisfying my pussy, sending orgasmic waves through my body from head to toe. I was coming off a climax when I felt my vagina being stretched by a warm stiff body of flesh. Mark had entered me graciously, slowly, rhythmically, creating friction with his motion.

I reached to grab his head and pull him in for a kiss as his hips ground his cock deeper into my hot, swollen pussy. I could feel his intensity as his body prepared to ejaculate his sperm. I wanted desperately for him to cum inside me and send me into an outer orbit of sensual ecstasy.

Mark pulled out, and Julia was there, ready to receive his hot cum in her mouth. She saved some on her tongue to give me a taste. It wasn't as bad as I imagined.

"I like cum," Julia exclaimed proudly. "Man cum, woman cum, it's all good."

Mark and I laughed at her gleeful enjoyment of bodily ejaculations.

I was in the middle as we absorbed the downside of our sexual highs. Mark playfully brushed and lightly pinched my oversized nipples. Julia must have noticed, "I told you he'd love those nipples of yours." Mark leaned in and gently kissed both of them, reinforcing Julia's opinion.

Comfort. That's what I felt being with the two of them. I started to doze off. Mark and Julia were rumbling around slightly. I briefly opened my eyes and saw Julia riding Mark cowboy style. Her face revealed the pleasure she was deriving from rocking back and forth on Mark's cock. Her large breasts swayed with the movement. I felt good.

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Mark's mother passed away the following week. Julia closed the restaurant to the public for a private memorial service and reception. Many of the old Billing's families attended. I began to see how well Mark and Julia were connected to the community, a social status I never experienced growing up in the bigger city of Phoenix. I was accepted here.

I wasn't sure what Mark would do now that his mother had passed. I prayed he wouldn't leave; he, Julia, and I were comfortable together. Though I couldn't have imagined it, Julia and I have been making love more intensely since Mark joined us. I started taking the pill so Mark could cum inside me. I had the best of both worlds.

I stood at the bar at the reception when Mark approached the bartender with an older gentleman.

"You have a promising career in Atlanta," the older man told Mark. "I know how exciting big city law is to a young man like yourself. I left Billings to go to Chicago, where I cut my teeth with the big guys," he continued. "But I came back home and started my own firm here."

The older man paused and looked Mark in the eye. "I'm looking for a partner to take over the firm when I retire," he said. "I'd like you to consider it," he offered the position to Mark.

"I will, sir," Mark responded.

When the older gentleman walked away, I grabbed Mark's arm. "Please take the job and stay with Julia and me," I pleaded.

"We'll talk about it later," he assured me.

Later was the following day. We had a wonderful night of intimacy. Mark woke up first and made a pot of coffee. The aroma penetrated the house, becoming a wake-up call for Julia and me.

Julia started the conversation. "Are you going back to Atlanta?" she asked Mark.

"I had planned on returning there before I came out here, but now I'm not sure where I want to be," he replied.

"Have you considered being here with us? I overheard the job offer you got yesterday," I chimed in.

"You don't have to struggle here for acceptance and a position," Julia added. "That's brutal work, climbing the hierarchies of big city lawyers. You are already a star here in Billings."

"Would you be satisfied with that?" I asked Mark, reflecting on my choice to be with Julia and sacrifice my potential career growth in a large firm in Phoenix.

"I'm conflicted. Should I follow a path I think is expected of me? I expect of myself? I feel joy with both of you. It seems too easy. Too good to be true. Can you both yell at me and tell me to leave? Please? Rescue you me from this choice."

Julia and I laughed. We kissed Mark and went back to the bedroom. Let's see if he follows.