I must admit, putting all this into words has been helpful -- up until I started this project, I was living with a swirling internal mess of grief, pain, lust and upset. I mean, ten years of absolutely knock-out sex, married to the man whose cock pulled me out of a self-centered, inward directed lifestyle and gave me a life of lust and love and growth; a relationship and a marriage that ended suddenly when he went to repair a heart valve and didn't come out of surgery, breaking my heart and shutting off my libido for five years of mourning.
College -- for me -- was waiting for the next weekend frat party so I could go, get wasted and let any guy there use any hole I had to get off. I can barely remember how that went, or perhaps it's better said that the only individual I remember was Johnny. I still remember that last party -- the one where I encountered him; how the magic between us stood out from everything else. How there seemed to be a connection between us, courtesy of his large cock, that woke me out of my stupor. In the midst of being used as a cum dump by dozens of guys, he was different. He made love to me, even though I was almost not there (checked out and in my own world.).
Just so you, dear reader, are clear, I'm not the same person now that I was then. I mean, sure, I have the same body parts (some of which I a very proud of; all of which are well used) but that girl who let her self be used and abused, who sucked any cock that came by and who had a reputation as a three hole party favor; who had so little self-worth that she mistook erections for love -- she's been put to rest. The marriage to Johnny, as well as some personal development workshops, had the effect of healing that part of me that looked for love in all the wrong places. I went from being a victim of sex to being a sexual being; eventually, with Johnny, I rediscovered my body and its needs and my need to share myself. And then he died on me!
I almost fell back into that "I'm worthless, so use me however you want" mindset. I was tempted -- might tempted - to just give up all I had won for myself and find some new place, with new faces, and go back to not caring, but the memory of that man and what he did kept me from getting into bad trouble. I suppose I swung to the opposite pole -- after all, I withdrew from every group we frequented -- all the swing parties and the swingers and even family and friends. It took five years after his death for me to come out of hibernation. But I did. Thanks to "my girls" -- the three best friends any woman could have: Beverly Trichter, Karen Demoans and Andrea Waters. We had been BFF's since high school; they knew the magic Johnny wove and they were there with us and then for me afterwards.
In the previous chapter I had a lot of fun recounting how Johnny met Karen and moved her from committed lesbian to bisexual woman. And how that expanded my world as well; he was that kind of magic man! I mean, he and I had been together for just a month when that happened, and there was no jealousy at all. I had told him that I would do anything he wanted and it turned out that I wanted anything he did.
Karen was not one to keep things quiet. We have had -- and continue to have -- a weekly call with the four of us, and on the call after she met Johnny and the three of us spent a wild weekend together, she was behaving so strange and different that Bev (away at school with Andrea) had to ask her about it.
"Karen, what the hell is going on with you?" asked Bev. Andrea piped in: "yeah, what ever happened to you? Where's that militant dike we know and love?" We all laughed.
"Maybe you should tell them, Maria" she said to me. We were using a speaker phone on our end as were Andrea and Bev, so I had the privilege of seeing her blush lobster red.
"And save you from the embarrassment? Help you avoid the squirm? Not on your life! I'm only here to make sure you tell them every detail. Leave nothing out, woman!"
The noise on the other end of the call grew loud.
"All right, all right. Maria brought Johnny over last Friday night. Ostensibly for dinner, but I none of the protein we ate was solid. If you catch my meaning..." her voice trailed off.
"In other words," I interrupted, "our favorite lesbian discovered the reason every dildo ever made was and will always be a cheap replacement for the real thing. And, I admit, I discovered how much fun it is to eat at the Y. I used to hear guys talk about how a blowjob from a guy was so different -- having a cock made sucking a cock a more personal thing -- and there may be something to that." There was silence on the other end of the phone. Finally, Andrea spoke up.
"Does that mean the two of you..." her voice trailing off, as if actually putting words to the idea was incredibly tough.
"Ate the peach? Munched the rug? Licked the lips?" Karen and I were laughing hard by this point. "Yeah, girls, not only did I discover the real value of having a gay friend, it didn't take much for me to bi (get it? Bi instead of by!) into lady loving. I suppose it didn't take much -- after all, I sucked enough cocks covered in my juices to know I wasn't going to die from the taste -- especially after she ate me into an entirely knew world. She found places on my body that I never found. Returning the favor seemed the least I could do. As for her new found appreciation for man meat, I'll let her talk."
"All right. I admit it. Most of why I stayed away from men was how disappointing the few encounters I had with them were. They knew shit about foreplay, and once they shot their stuff, they all tended to fall asleep. I have a pretty good collection of toys, all of which did a better job -- until I met Johnny and his magic stick! I mean, it didn't turn me straight but it sure made me appreciate what is possible. I would have been extremely jealous of Maria, except the two of them made sure to share everything. But now I know -- all those toys are inferior copies!"
"And for a lesbian, she could deep throat as good as me! And I had to work for weeks to learn how, way back when. But this one -- holy shit! We should have filmed it! You girls would have been really proud. And I know Johnny was a very happy man!"
"And for a gang bang slut -- excuse me, a reformed gang bang slut -- Maria sure took to my pussy like she was born to it! I suppose that, on those rare occasions when she isn't around Johnny, we can turn off the phones and make each other happy! What do you say?" she asked, looking at me.
I replied with a grin: "Just say the word, sister! And you know we don't have to wait for Johnny's absence -- he loves to watch! And if he wants to watch, I want to perform for him. There's nothing I wouldn't do for that man. And no one I wouldn't do for him."
"Damn, damn and double damn! We have to meet him" said Bev. Any man that can do to the two of you what he's done is someone I need to know!"
"Well, when you guys come see us, you can see us come." I said. "And come with us. And I'll come for you!"
"Enough, Maria! We get the picture!" said Andrea, laughing. It took another two months before I was able to introduce them to Johnny. And mostly because he and I went to visit them. That visit did get memorialized on film -- I guess I ought to tell you about it.