A New Beginning

A lot of my contemporaries seem content with settling down and being OLD. They let themselves go, they have health issues, they have grandchildren or even great grandchildren. They say they don't want to give it all up, but it looks to me like they're waiting for death to take them!

I took decent care of myself. I'm not a fat, sick old lady. I'm a skinny old lady who may not look exactly hot any more but I still feel young! I still swim and walk and I kept my late husband happy even when he was having some difficulty keeping me happy. My boobs used to be pert, now they're kind of deflated. I don't have many wrinkles but there's no hiding what I've got; at the corners of my mouth and my eyes and my forehead... My arms aren't muscular and tight any more.

When Russ died I was devastated, but it didn't settle me down. If anything it revved me up! I looked in the mirror and decided to do what I could. The first thing being the easiest. Over time more and more silver hairs had invaded my blonde hair. First I tried color. I didn't feel right as a brunette or a redhead and "blonde" dye didn't work for me either. Usually dark haired women use bleach to lighten to blonde but dye to turn silver to blonde looks obviously fake. Blonde isn't yellow!

On the advice of my stylist I did something a bit radical for me. My long straight hair was cut to a short shag and instead of turning the silver blonde I went for the bleach. The result was striking! My helmet of upswept hair became practically white with a few contrasting strands mixed in! I liked it, and I thought it distracted from my crow's feet! I'd always liked my stylist!

"I love it!!" I told her, admiring myself between the hand mirror and the big mirror behind her station.

"I'd do ya, Babe!" she told me. She's not a bad looking woman, and since she never seemed to have a private life to talk about I really wondered!

"Would you really?" My journey to the "other side" had begun. Oh not that moment, but most definitely begun.

"Mary, I think you're beautiful. Yes, I'd do you. I mean..." I raised my hand to silence her, and she said nothing else. Yes I'd thought about what it might be like with a woman. Usually at the pool or the beach, looking at much younger women proudly parading around in next to nothing. But harboring lurid fantasies is a far cry from actually going down on another woman!

And I'm a widow! The very term ages a person, suggesting I'd outlived my spouse! I must be old, right? Well my Grandmother lived to ninety-nine and stayed active, even dating after Grandaddy died. Mom's still kicking around too, though she looks her age. Thirty or forty years to go maybe... did I want a new spouse? Well, I didn't want to be that "old lonely widow woman" either!" And perversely my sex drive seemed to be in overdrive!

I bought an expensive vibrator, life size and "molded from an actual penis". I could get myself off with it but... it's still just masturbating. And at that I needed help from either erotic stories or porn. After Misty's (she's my stylist,) comment that porn tended toward lesbian porn. That seemed better than the regular variety for me. I never had sex with a girl so that held something of an erotic attraction. And much as I loved Russ and he was a good lover, he wasn't hung like a salami and that was fine by me, Even my vibrator isn't. Life size is life size, about five or six inches. Porn males are freaks!

I even toyed with the notion of going gay; I didn't really know anything about it but I didn't want to go against what I knew. Enter Jeff. He was a good looking guy about ten years my junior and he was charming. We met at a work party, and it was fun flirting with a receptive "young" man. Open bar, so the later it got the lower my inhibitions got. We danced and flirted and drank. And then they turned the lights down low and shot a spotlight on a mirror ball and played the kind of tune that calls for close dancing. I liked how he felt pressed against me. I could feel his warmth, and the hard lump of him pressed against me. When he kissed me I melted, going hot and so wet I was sure I'd soaked my panties through!

When he told me he had a room upstairs I nodded, eager to take advantage of the situation! We kissed in the elevator all the way up to his floor. He groped my skinny ass through the gown and that turned me on. When we got into his room I started stripping him. I was in a horny mood, no wasting time! My gown came off when I had him down to his boxers. I wasn't wearing sexy undies; I didn't expect them to be seen. I snatched his shorts down and shoved him back onto the bed. That my little mudflap titties were not exciting didn't occur to me or seem to matter to him. He was getting his dick sucked!

I have to give him credit, he had a nice cock and the liquor wasn't hurting it a bit. I pride myself in knowing how to give a guy head. I even enjoy doing it. I've heard my friends saying they don't enjoy sucking dick or that they only give head to get head. Well I like to give head. A man with his dick in your mouth is putty in your hands!

"Damn Mary! Slow down Baby." I laughed at that.

"I don't mind if you cum!" He sat up, reaching for me.

"I want to fuck you Baby. If I cum it might be a bit before I can." An honest man! And I really did want him inside me instead of my vibrator later. So I peeled my panties off and climbed onto the bed.

"I'm ready. Fuck me Jeff." He started to get up.

"I've got a condom in my wallet," He explained when I grabbed his arm.

"I think we'll be ok. I'm fixed." After two miscarriages I had my tubes tied, which is why I don't have kids or grandkids. He nodded. Nobody likes rubbers and he didn't pry into why.

I caught him though. "If you cum before I do you have to get me off with your tongue." I fully expected to get some head anyway but things were kind of going fast.

Instead of giving me a good licking he climbed on top of me and just stuck his dick into me! I was hot and horny but... fair's fair! There was no foreplay, just him pumping his dick in me. I was instantly disappointed. I mean, really? I'm giving up a free piece of ass and you can't even pay my little titties any attention? Not even a kiss? Not a lick! Just climb on and start fucking?

He was mercifully quick, and he splashed a hot load inside me and collapsed on top of me. He was heavy and sweaty and his cologne was suddenly turning my stomach.

"Oh Baby," he breathed in my ear, "Did you cum?" If I said no, I might have gotten some half hearted head, or he'd balk at eating his own cum. Or I could bring this debacle to a close.

"Couldn't you tell, honey? Yeah, I came!" I hated myself for the lie. He nodded and slid off me. He was snoring in minutes, so I got up, used a washrag in the bathroom and then quietly dressed and left. I fought back tears on the drive home and somehow managed not to get pulled over. I showered, thoroughly. Threw away my scummy panties. Got into bed naked and cried myself to sleep. I felt so used, and like such a desperate old slut!

I stayed naked all day Saturday, my head throbbing and my old pussy wanting. I mentally beat myself for being so weak and stupid. I tried to sleep but mostly just lay in bed, too upset to sleep or to get myself off. In fact my brain kept saying "That's it! Sex isn't worth feeling like this!" My very pricey vibrator stayed in the nightstand. About dinner time I got up and went into the kitchen. I wasn't hungry but I needed to eat something.

While a frozen dinner spun in the microwave, my phone rang. I almost ignored it but... It was an old friend, Susan. She lives halfway across the state, so we don't see each other too often. I answered it but I must've sounded as low as I felt.

"Well, I thought I had it bad," she told me. "I apologize."

"I'm sorry, I... I just had a bad night." I couldn't admit that I'd been used as a cumdump.

"Well, I just got divorced, so... wanna commiserate over each other's troubles?" The last time we'd talked she seemed to be holding back. And I guessed that being divorced was maybe worse than getting unceremoniously fucked.

"Oh god I'm sorry. Of course!"

"I'm glad you said that Mary. I need you! I'll be there in about an hour!" She lived about three hours away. She must be hurting indeed! And it would get my mind off Jeff or at least I could trash him with a friend! Best of all, I could be casual. Not nude casual maybe but... T-shirt, panties and a robe casual! I ate my frozen turkey and got "dressed".

When she arrived I was waiting. I opened the door as she got out of her sleek grey coupe. Her dress was soft and pretty, not too clingy or revealing. I held my arms out to her and she came up the steps and right into my arms. We embraced and she stepped back, looking me up and down. I looked at my friend too. Jealousy perhaps; her breasts were full, of course she wore a bra. But she wasn't like my friends who had gotten soft and round. She'd always been a gym girl, and a runner and it showed.

"Love your hair Mary. I was expecting you to have gone for grandmother hair!" I laughed. She had her dark auburn hair done short as well, shoulder length instead of halfway down her back.

"And I didn't expect to see you were still dark haired! It's not fair!" She laid,

"It's colored Honey. I'm going grey so fast it was depressing!." We hugged again and I kissed her cheek. Just a peck. But we both felt it. The feel of her soft warm skiing on my cheek

The feel of my lips on her cheek, it was so obvious!

"Well I can't wait to hear about this!" she smiled. We've been friends forever but kisses were not a common thing between us. I asked her if she brought a suitcase.

"You aren't driving home tonight!" She shook her head no.

"I didn't. I was so desperate to get out of there I didn't even think to get my toothbrush!"

"Oh, well, I think we need to do some talking. I've got something you can sleep in."

I offered her some wine though honestly I really didn't want any more alcohol.

"No. I spent half the night getting plastered last night. I don't need anything. Maybe some Tea." I could do that too! And I just happened to have a fresh pitcher of sweet tea in the fridge. And as I came back with ice-filled glasses and the tea, I found her bare legs very attractive. I mentally chastised myself. I shouldn't be looking at her legs this way! Of course my own legs were even more exposed. Was she noticing me too?

"So," I said as I filled her glass, "Tell me about the divorce." She took a long pull from the glass and set it carefully onto a coaster. She sighed.

"He was cheating on me. And on her too." I barely knew her husband. Her EX husband. It didn't seem impossible to believe; he was a good looking guy.

"OK. Who is She? And She?

"This is the hard part. I guess I just have to say it. We were having a... dry spell. And I thought he was just getting older, you know. What it really was was he was screwing his secretary. She was way younger so I guess it was understandable. Doesn't hurt any less but... understandable." A tear threatened to overflow down her cheek. "I didn't know yet. She tattled on him to me."

"So, who else was he fucking?" I just had to ask.

"Oh you'll love this. Her boyfriend!" I was stunned.

"Uh, you're serious?" She nodded.

"She was pissed! No idea he was bi. And I had no idea my old man was into twinks! He didn't even argue, signed the divorce papers and gave me the house for a settlement."

I didn't even know you could just quit being married like that... I always thought it took months.

"Oh it did. It's been nearly a year but he wanted to avoid it getting out that he's gay. Bi. Whatever." Oops? Now I felt twice as bad for even thinking about her legs. Then she surprised the hell out of me!

"I mean I'm Bi, but I never cheated on him!" She's Bi? How in our years of close friendship had I missed that? The idea immediately intrigued me; last night's awful episode had me thinking about giving up on sex, and this news roused my latent desire like gasoline on a fire! Perhaps I should give it a try before I gave up on sex. She turned to me, twisted herself on the couch and exposed even more of her lightly tanned legs.

"Your turn. What had you bawling when I called?" I shook my head but she wasn't going to let me get away with dismissing the question.

"Your eyes are puffy and red. I can tell when someone's been crying!" It was no use and I told her how I'd let myself get drunk and get fucked."

"Oh honey... I'm so sorry! I don't blame you for bailing on him!" She reached around me and pulled me to her. Our positions were awkwardly uncomfortable but it was comforting all the same. I tried to twist myself around but it was too much to ask that we be comfortable. We straighten ourselves up on the couch.

"Susan," I asked quietly. "Do you think maybe... I mean, am I... Oh I don't know how to ask this. Would you do me?" She blinked in surprise. But she didn't laugh at me. After a long, agonizing moment she took my hands.

"Baby, I don't want to hurt you the way that guy did last night. But if you're sure, really sure, I definitely would do you! You're beautiful and sexy and we already love each other!" This time there was no embrace when she leaned in, tilted her head and kissed me. Not on my cheek, not a chaste little peck. Our parted lips met, and she kissed me. It was ten times better the kiss on the dance floor, than the lengthy (and final) kiss in the elevator. As she pulled back our eyes were fixed on each other. I was warm through and through, tingling.

"Still want me to do you?" I nodded.

"Let's not call it that. Make love to me Susan. I'll make love to you." She nodded

"That sounds like just the thing Baby." Russ used to call me Baby and hearing her call me that was also warm and comforting.. I ran to lock the front door and we put away the pitcher and filled the glasses in the sink with water, side by side. That too was comforting, having a helper for this little chore. We looked at each other and this time the kiss was not contorted by sitting side by side. My robe hung completely open and my nipples showed through my thin cotton T shirt. I put my arms around her and held her to me. This time I kissed her, and our passion built as we stood in the humming blue light of the fluorescent tube over the sink.

"I can get you a big T-shirt. We can sleep in our panties and T-shirts."

"I don't think we need to sleep in anything unless you've changed your mind." I shook my head no. I hadn't changed my mind.

"I haven't changed my mind Suze." My youthful nickname must've convinced her for we were kissing again, and this time her hands caressed my sides and my back, as seductive as her lips.

"Let's not do this on the kitchen counter," she told me. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. It's a nice master bedroom, with a sitting area and a huge bathroom. I slipped my robe off my shoulders and motioned toward the bathroom.

"If you need to freshen up a bit..." She nodded, and went in.

"As a matter of fact, I do need to." She didn't close the door though. I had almost talked myself into joining her when I heard the sound of her peeing. So I just stood by the bed in a t-shirt and plain cotton panties waiting for her to return. Which seemed to be taking a little while. So After I heard the toilet flush I was about to change my mind and go in after all. Before I could make my feet take a step she called to me,

"Here I come baby!" I froze as she slinked around the edge of the bathroom door, clad only in black bikini panties and postured so that her breasts were hidden but her bra was obviously gone.

"God Suze, you're beautiful!" I pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside. My sad little tits haven't been "alluring" in years but I didn't hide them. So when she came out and revealed hers I saw that when it comes to tits, time is just not kind at all. Hers sagged as much as mine if they still had a bit of fullness

"You are too, Mary!" We came together in a warm embrace, our lips finding each other. There was no rush, no hurry tonight. I loved kissing her, holding her close to me. Being held. Being softly caressed. I was as turned on as I had been last night but it was not simple lust. Oh there was lust involved; my body knew it but there was an emotional part of it that was absent last night.

"Oh Suze! I sighed, "I love you!"

"I love you too Mare..." her old name for me! She brushed her fingers over my short hair, then cupped my soft little tits in her hands and thumbed my nipples gently. "Am I your first?" I nodded. I was feeling lightheaded, loving her attention. "I'm your first!" My eyes were slitted almost closed.

She backed me up gently to the edge of the bed, and I sat down and scooted back until I was fully on. I've seen porn, I expected that like last night she'd climb on top of me. Instead she looked at me and picked up my foot. I propped myself on my elbows and watched as she kissed my toes, then licked my foot from heel to toes up my insole, not quite tickling. I couldn't believe how good it felt, how erotic! I moaned but I could not look away. She slipped her tongue between my toes and sucked on them.

"You have very sexy feet Baby," My feet? She repeated her sexy performance on my other foot. I certainly enjoyed her attention to my feet; does that mean I'm a foot fetish person?

"I never felt like this... nobody has ever paid any attention to my feet1" She chuckled.

"I can't imagine why not!. Feet can be very erotic. Well, women's feet are." I giggled at that; I loved Russ but his feet weren't sex at all! She began to rub my calves, and then my thighs. She climbed upon the bed now, her fingers rubbing higher up my legs.

"Lift your bottom for me," she asked, so I did and she pulled my panties down, then worked them down my legs until she had them off. She was so gentle, not yanking at them like a horny man. She looked down at my pale, skinny body but she wasn't judging me; she smiled and crouched over me, her breasts hanging to brush lightly on my chest as she brought her lips to mine. Kissing her was so sensual, so erotic. My first lesbian lover!

"Why didn't we ever do this before Suze?"

"It wasn't because I didn't want to Baby. You were married, I was married. Before that... I didn't think you wanted to." I shook my head,,

"I didn't know. If I did... I didn't know!" She lowered herself onto me, not crushing me as a man's weight would. She got her arms around my neck and shoulders and hugged me.

"Sssh, don't fret Baby, It's OK. We're together now." I sobbed, not from regret but there was a release of grief and of happiness that I had such a good and intimate friend. She held me comfortingly as I wept, and I don't even know how long she cradled me on her shoulder. But when I got myself together sniffling she rose up to let me move.

"Feel better now?" I nodded and reached for a kleenex from the box on the nightstand and blew my nose.

"Real sexy, huh?" I said. I figured that our sexcapade was over because of my emotional outburst. "I'm sorry Suze." She got up and stood beside the bed and slipped her panties off.

"For what Babe? You've been through a lot. Sometimes you just gotta let it out and I'm glad I was here for you." She got back into bed and snuggled to me, stroking my face.

"I still want to make love to you Suze," I assured her. She kissed my forehead, "I want to make love to you too, Mare. Let me love you. This is your first time; let me do everything. You don't have to do anything but let me give you my love!" I felt another wave of emotion, but it was my love for my dearest old friend, who was here for me, non judgmental. I nodded my assent. She began with another kiss, soft and gentle and utterly unlike the clumsy frantic kissing I'd gotten last night.

As she kissed me I had only to turn my head slightly, instead of the crude dominance struggle I'd experienced from Jeff. I was a receptacle but not a mouth to suck. I was quickly lost in the sensation, and Suze knew it. Her fingers caressed my arm, and crept gently to my breasts to tease my nipple to wrinkly erection. My breasts were always sensitive but so many times even Russ treated them like they weren't even there. Oh he played with them, sucked on them. But he always acted like they might break or fall off if he wasn't careful. Jeff acted like they weren't even there!

When Suze brought her lips to my nipples she knew how to tease a tit!. She didn't just suck my nipple and when she brought her teeth together on one she used exactly the right amount of bite. I sucked in a breath and my toes clenched. My teat throbbed thrillingly as she moved to the other and her hands slid smoothly over my sides and tummy. and the pleasant sensations seemed aimed into my pussy.

She came up and kissed me again, slowly and sweetly. Her body and mine pressed together, her leg laying over mine.

"You doing OK, Baby?' I nodded.

"I'm fine, really. I'm OK." That she was so concerned for me touched me deeply. And then she slipped her hand down to my smooth mound. The light pressure of her hand was amazingly sexy. She slipped her fingers along my slit and though I often touched myself the same way yet her touch was undeniably better!

"Oh Suze!" I moaned as her finger stroked between my lips teasingly brushing over my clit.

"You like that, Mare?" I nodded, not wanting her to stop. She slowly rubbed, gently but surely, and I laid my head back and moaned in pleasure. I was on the edge, I felt like I might come any moment. The fingers went away. I jerked my head, about to scream "don't stop, I'm so close!" when I felt her weight shift on the bed. I watched her as she repositioned herself on all fours between my legs. I raised my knees, a thing I used to do when Russ would get in position to go down on me.

"That's better Baby!" She cooed and settled herself face down in my crotch. Her butt stuck up and it looked very sexy, but admiring it wasn't going to last. Her tongue was much better than her finger, or any tongue I'd ever felt! Every stroke and flick felt amazing, and when she tried to stick her tongue into me my eyes went wide! She took me to the edge and backed off, time after time until I was on the razor edge of coming!

My feet wouldn't stay still and I held her head to my juicy twat as she gave me the most incredible head! I came so suddenly that I think it surprised us both! I cried out in guttural release as a powerful orgasm had me flailing the bed with my hands and my legs flopping out akimbo. I lay there gasping for breath, still twitching as aftershocks ripped through me.

Susan sat up on her knees watching me, grinning.

"God Suze!?" I managed, "That was... intense!"

"So I was better than your guy last night?" She grinned, knowing full well that she had been. I nodded.

"Oh... a broomstick would be better than that jerk. You... you're incredible!"

"You're Sweet, Mare. He must've been a real turd! I think that you just needed some loving attention." I nodded,

"Oh that's so very true. But you know the difference? You actually gave me that attention. I mean... Russ loved to go down on me but he never did it like you did! That guy last night didn't even try!" She wrinkled her nose and shook her head sympathetically. I held my arms out invitingly and she shifted her body from between my legs and lay down on top of me again. We held each other and kissed again.

"I can taste myself on your lips!" She pressed her thigh against my mound, that delicious, erotic pressure again.

"You're delicious Babe!" She flexed her leg, and it felt almost like she was trying to turn me on all over again! I loved being sexually pampered but I didn't want to be unfair.

"I think I'm ready to taste my first girl. I'm ready to go down on you!" She chuckled.

"Are you sure? It's one thing to be seduced when you're feeling low. It's a bigger thing to go against a lifetime of who you've been." I shook my head no.

"I already did that Suze, and maybe that's a good thing. Because I got to make love to you!" I rolled onto my side and kissed her, "And it's a two-way street Baby! Well now I've said it, so now I have to do it! And that didn't particularly bother me; I'd read some trashy stories, and I've seen some pretty explicit girl on girl porn lately. I was pretty sure I knew what to do, maybe not as well as Susan did but then, she had some experience! Mostly it seemed to be a matter of being slow and paying attention to her.

"You may have to teach me a little bit!," I said softly.

"Don't worry, it's easy. Just do what you know feels good to you and don't worry about getting fancy!" With a smile I kissed the tip oflo.-

her nose and then her neck. Her advice was good so I took it, kissing her neck and chest and breasts. She moaned softly as I teased her nipples, squeezing them with my lips and gently nibbling until her moans changed pitch.

"That's it Mare. Yes!" Her moans and sighs and coos as I licked her tummy and stuck my tongue into her belly button and trailed down to her bare mound were my guides. She spread her legs and raised her knees as I got myself between her legs and I was face to face with my very first real live pussy. I was certain of one thing as the earthy scent filled my nose; this was going to be more fun than having a dick in my mouth! As she said, I knew what would feel good to me!

I knew I wasn't doing a "fancy" tongue lashing on my friend's dark pink lipid but I got her clit standing fat from its hood, and she was moaning and squirming. As I laid my tongue over her pink pearl her hands clasped my head and I began to lick in earnest.

"Yes Mare! Right there, Baby!" I didn't try her speed up, slow down trick. I just flicked my tongue over her clit faster and hoped I could keep it up! Suddenly her tummy heaved and her hips thrust up against my face and then fell back onto the bed.

"Oh FUCK!! Oh shit, Mare!" she caressed my head until I lifted my face from her pussy. "For a first timer you sure did good, honey!' My pride swelled. I didn't ask the stupid question. If she faked an orgasm for my benefit I was willing to accept it.

"Want me to do it again?"

She chuckled, "In a bit. We have all night!" I crawled up into her arms. I looked into her eyes; she looked like she'd just cum. I kissed her gently on the lips.

"Thank you, Suze. You know... I've got a vibrator. Molded like a real penis!"

"If you want. I don't think we need it. I only want you, Baby." She kissed me back, and in an instant we went from sweet little kisses to sucking tongue passionately., And honestly holding her bare flesh to my own and kissing felt so wonderful it was more thrilling than the sex was. Not that I wanted not to have sex but I realized that the foreplay was much of what made the sex wonderful. I also knew that I wanted to make Suze feel wonderful.

I found her breast, caressing it and lightly teasing her nipple. Her hand came down on my hip, swept over my skinny butt. I moved my hand to her mound and pressed down. It had felt very sexy when she mashed my muffin with her thigh. Her moan confirmed my thought. I got on top of her and got my leg between hers, pressing my thigh into her. She responded by humping my leg.

"Mmmm Mare... Oh Mare!" When I was just learning about sex they called it dry humping but back then it was a boy and we were both dressed. Suze was definitely not dry. She pulled me tight and rode my thine like crazy, her juices wetting my thigh like she was fucking me. The way I humped the couch bolster as a blossoming but still virgin girl. Her moans grew more frequent, more urgent.

"Oh! Oh Mare! I'm cumming Mare!" Again her tummy jumped and she buried her face into my neck as her body trembled. "Oh Mare. Oh god Mare!" After a few minutes she got herself together.

"Are you sure you never did this before?" I laughed and held her to me. It felt good to laugh and not feel bad about it. It felt good to make love to Susan, as opposed to the sickly guilty feeling I had last night.

"I love you Suze. I needed you tonight."

"I needed you too, Mare. I needed to feel like I was really a woman again."

"I guess you're going home tomorrow," I said sadly. I didn't want her to. She nodded, looking sad herself.

"I have to, Baby. I've got to go to work and so do you." Of course she was right. Then she smiled like sunshine breaking a cloud.

"I don't have any plans next weekend. I could get here by about nine on Friday night!" I hugged her tightly and kissed her.

"It's still tonight for an hour or two..." She rolled half on top of me"

"And I think I owe you another orgasm, Baby..."