Becoming D Pt. 13

After a year with some hot virtual sex, and some silly internet dates, I feel the need for a love life with depth. Always in the back of my womanly head has been Marisa, my high school sweetheart. She never did try to re-contact me after meeting at my parent's house, so I have no idea if she's taken or not.

She'd given me her email address, so I write her a nice, gentle note asking what she's up to, and if she'd like to meet sometime. I ask where she lives, and of course fill her in on my new life.

I don't know if it's deliberate or not, but I don't receive a reply until two weeks later.

"Dear Dolores," her response reads. "So nice to hear from you and that you're back in Santa Fe. Daughter and I were in Disneyland and visiting relatives, so wasn't reading emails for a while."

We finally manage to meet at one of the city's more "in" Mexican restaurants. She shows up wearing the sexiest summer dress, that so nicely accents her breasts. Her hair is longer now, coming down almost to those globes. She seems happy to see me and is refreshingly at ease with the world.

As we wait for our meal to arrive, my hand seems to have a mind of its own, dropping itself on her arm as we talk animatedly.

I myself have had my hair streaked attractively, am using come-hither lipstick, and I'm wearing a Mexican-style, semi-transparent white blouse, with puffed short sleeves, along with a long, matching cotton skirt, with embroidery on the hem. My earrings are intricate -- the very feminine kind I absolutely adore.

She finally gets around to telling me she's "seeing someone, but it's not serious -- more like, an occasional sex buddy kind of thing," as she puts it. "A guy."

This takes away from the purely romantic meeting I'd envisioned. So, she thinks of sex like brushing her teeth or something? I can be so judgmental.

"And you?" she asks.

"A few dates with men. Never progressed to sex. I loved to see them from a woman's perspective. They can see so predictable."

"So, no going out with a woman?"

"I had virtual sex with several. That was hot."

"So, are you still attracted to me?"

At this point the food is delivered and her question hangs in the air.

As I begin eating, I manage, "I've thought about you even since I returned to town."

This makes her happy. Her eyes are alive.

Afterwards, after wine, we drive to her place, which is a small ranch with a couple horses. Her daughter's conveniently at a friend's sleepover.

We are in just the coziest place with each other, like we're still high school sweethearts. We make love tentatively and tenderly, caring for each other. She doesn't want me to penetrate her, at least at this point. In bed, we bathe in each other's warmth as two women, with my thigh between hers. Our lips come together perfectly, like each of us knows what the other wants.

We're belly to belly.

"Dolores."

"Yes?"

"Do you like me more than Alex?"

"Only if you can take me on more ocean cruises." (I had filled her in on my South American trip.)

"The only cruises you'll see are right here in this house."

I laugh heartily. "Oh, that's good, Marisa. Very good!"

Her hand begins to explore me, from my lips, down past my neck, nipples and tits, bellybutton and into rock-hard territory.

"I just can't explain it," she muses. "A woman with this wonderful prong. This magic wand. If only I'd met a person like you before I'd have been happier, I think."

She's grasping it now, pre-cum and all, and mummmming to herself. Now my thing is between our bellies, feeling mighty good.

I reach back instinctively, and lay a hand on her butt cheek, pulling it a little aside, then slip the edge of my hand against her asshole. There's another mmmmmm on her part.

"I see all kinds of fun ahead," she says.

"Nice to know you're so open," I whisper.

So this goes on for more than an hour, teasing each other, feeling each other out, playing, almost laying out a roadmap of our future escapades together.

At the end, she massages my puppy to eruption. I mean, I have literally the most powerful orgasm ever.

*******

Over the next several weeks, we really do sink into each other, almost like her tits are me, and my dick is her, if that makes sense, while our sensibility is all female. We know each other as women. We basically think the same way. We chat easily. We kid around. We make meals together.

Of course, there have to be a few differences, which come up more after we move in together, into a different home not far away, with her brilliant daughter, of course.

Marisa is more communicative than me, and a bit more daring (especially colorwise) in her dress. Also, as it makes sense, she's more into kids. She trusts other people more than I do.

On my side, I begin to run our new-family finances, and research big purchases like our new abode. I tend to want to keep a tidier house than her. And so on.

One August evening, after we finally agree that the house is set up just the way we want, Marisa and I put her daughter to bed, and after a lesbian porn movie on TV, we go to bed. As we crawl in, we're both wearing panties.

"Oh my god, Dolores, that flic got me going. ..... It's so good to be settled in, and, well, more free .....

"You really need to be in a good place to let go, don't you? Everything wrapped up and in in its place."

Me: "Yeah, I guess so, Miss Shrink."

With that, I pull her to me and lightly brush her lips with mine. She responds with a full-on kiss, and her arms are in turn pulling me to her.

God, I like this: woman to woman, our aromas mixing, our long hair cascading down over our heads.

Forgetting our usual foreplay, I reach down and find her cleft, vagina and hooded clit. I instantly remember we'd locked the door to our bedroom so we don't have to worry about her daughter.

She bites a finger on my other hand and plays with my tit.

As she always likes, I trace a tight circle around her little joystick, then flip it a little from side to side. She draws a deep breath. Now she's biting my nipple, and that expands my zone of eroticism by 572 percent.

"Now," she asks.

We are groin to groin as I prop myself up over her. She finds my cock and rubs its tip around in her cunt. Our sexual juices are mixing now, and it's pleasuring each of us equally. Our eyes are mostly closed, but I do catch Marisa sneaking an occasional animal-like glance at me.

She inserts me into inner sanctum, and sliding in is, in womanly words, heavenly. I can't hold back and begin fucking immediately. All the way up to my hilt. For a few seconds she takes a deep breath, then releases it. Her eyes are now fully open.

"I love you, you animal," she hisses.

"Oh god," is all I can manage as I head toward my erotic oblivion.

"Shit." That's Marisa talking. "Shit, shit, shit, oh my god." Her face contorts. She blows out a huge blast of air just as I explode too.

I'm shooting lava into the goddess of the mountain, who's so beyond beautiful. The mother of the universe. She's tortured me into pleasure.

But better than Alex torture. Much better.

As we lay there afterwards, sweaty, exhausted, without words, our hands come together in warmth. I nestle in among her breasts, and kiss them. She kisses my forehead.

*******

Marisa and I are solid. We're like flowers, blooming. I like her daughter, too. It's time for the next chapter of my life.

*******

A year later, we all visit a nice restaurant downtown, and sit outside under an umbrella. Marisa's wearing a white shirtdress, with a joyful turquoise necklace and earrings and a straw hat. Her daughter's wearing a colorful summer dress of many colors, which she picked out. I'm wearing a light-blue chambray midi-wrap dress with a slender but plunging neckline. Big sunglasses, leather purse, and leather sandals. My abundant hair gets blown around by the wind.

This is my life now. I couldn't ask to be any happier. Alex, as tough as she was, helped make it happen. I invited her when Marisa and I married. Esme brought their baby.

--End--

[Good to have finished this novella. I've got a million ideas for the next story, which will be much, much shorter. And, I need to change the locale to the Midwest.]