AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short.
You may want to read Chapter One to get the premise, although the story has progressed quite a bit from its beginnings. Thanks to all the readers who have stuck with the tale, and voted. Civil comments always welcome.
I had a difficult time placing this story in a group. Ended in LW because they are married, and she has sex with her husband. But that's not the story.
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The next day she did call Terri, but only got her voicemail. She left a tentative message and her number.
Terri called back that evening, but Lena missed it.
It was two days before they stopped playing phone tag, and they chatted a little, but Lena wasn't sure she was comfortable. As she was deciding to end the call Terri invited her out to lunch. It was still mid-morning, and there was plenty of time to get ready. They decided on a place to meet, and hung up.
An hour and a half later Lena was sitting in a restaurant as she saw Terri get out of her car and approach the entrance. Like the last time she'd seen her, Lena's first impression was of a much younger girl than Terri was (she thought). She sipped an iced tea as she watched the girl enter, look around, and her face brightened as she spotted Lena. She walked towards her, full of energy, smiling broadly. When she reached the table she said hello, and gave Lena a small kiss on the cheek, her hand on Lena's shoulder. She sat, and they chatted.
She was twenty-seven, not twenty-five, and yes, she knew people got the impression that she was barely twenty. Lena first told her she was 'slightly older', then blurted out her age, and told Terri how much she was going to love hearing 'you look much younger' once she got past thirty, and they laughed. Terri said Lena looked great; that she must take really good care of herself. They ordered wine and some salads. They complimented each other's clothes, and hair, and shoes and bags.
They sipped their wine, and asked about each other. Lena talked about the non-profit she was volunteering at. Terri said she was a financial advisor, a good one, so she worked only a few days a week, mostly from a home office. They talked about school, and families, and growing up. Terri asked about John, and Lena told her he was fine, and what he did, and described the type of man he was, as husband, and companion. Lena asked if Terri had a boyfriend.
"Not the way you probably mean," she replied, smirking into her wine glass. She put it down with a grin, but did not speak. Lena struggled for a response when Terri suddenly resumed speaking, defusing the awkward silence.
"I date a lot. I don't have a steady boyfriend or lover right now, anyone I am considering settling down with. I have had some long-term relationships in the past, but I have always ended them. I just am not ready to think about settling down, and I haven't found the guy who is ready to accept, uh, 'all of me', so to speak." Lena waited, and Terri continued.
"I have a little bit of a wild side," she grinned, "as you already know. Most of the guys I have dated never see that. I said I date a lot, but I don't have sex a lot." She sipped, held up her hand to correct herself. "Scratch that -- I have a lot of sex, but not as part of dating. Guys I date get what dates get: get to know ya, etc. They don't see the wild girl."
"Of the longer-term relationships I've had, most of those guys have seen the wild Terri. Most liked it, at first, but after a while they decided they were looking for something else. Something, I dunno." Sip. "Safer, maybe? More secure? Or more in charge ..."
She seemed to want to keep talking, so Lena let her. She had no idea what the girl would say next. But she remembered in the back of her mind, that night, and how comfortable Terri had seemed with a situation that would shock most people. She raised her fingers, and the waiter brought more wine. As she listened, she took the silent opportunity to really see her in some detail.
"Y'see, I started having sex in High School. I guess that doesn't make me all that special. But I wasn't like the other girls. My boyfriend didn't talk me into it, and the other girls didn't pressure me into it. I wanted it, I liked it. I needed it. So I did it. A lot. Not with classmates, of course. I had seen other kids get destroyed in school for a lot less than being a little, uh, 'loose' with the boys. I had some sex with guys I dated, like all the other girls. But I got what I needed elsewhere." Sip. "I had an older cousin, a boy cousin, we were pretty close. I met his friends. We hung out, even though his friends were older. When I needed to get, y'know, a little more than the high school boys had, I went after them."
Terri was an easy smiler, Lena saw. She seemed to genuinely enjoy smiling, and did it a lot, giving the impression of being a thoroughly happy person, and comfortable with herself. She had medium brown hair, straight, that danced on her shoulders as she spoke with enthusiasm. Her eyes were brown and round, with full, shaped brows and short lashes. She wore a little eye shadow, giving her a mysterious look when she dropped her head and looked up at you. Her nose was straight and sexy, and her lips full. She was dressed fashionably in a buttoned blouse and denims, with a heeled boot.
"Don't get the wrong idea, I wasn't molested or abused when I was young; I had a great childhood, with all the usual crap that everybody gets. But I masturbated early, and became comfortable with my sexual feelings, my desires. I found my g-spot when I was still in high school, and enjoyed massive orgasms, and squirting, while the other girls were still discussing second base." She chuckled. "I was an average student, but I was in the advanced class on sex. A lot of independent study." Laugh. "And as I grew, I just felt stronger desires, needs for sex, and I never understood what all the other kids were freakin' out about, all the who-did-who, you-know-what-she-did crap. So I learned to keep my activities away from them. I've gotten very good at living two lives, and keeping them separate. All through College, in business. And my dating and boyfriends." Sip. "When I'm with a guy long enough, and I feel I can trust him with my other side, he usually thinks it's cool at first, y'know, that I'm a little freaky and kinky. I'm wild. I do wild things, wild sexual things. Like I said, at first they enjoy it. But really it scares them. And then they have to go." Sip. "So I date, and occasionally have regular sex with guys I date, like other girls do. Regular. And I maintain the other side of me, separate."
"You said squirting?" Lena found herself in a position of enraptured listener, giving an encouraging affirmation here and there, or asking a pointed detail. Other than that she was hanging on every word.
