Part One
I have been a guitar player most of my life. Self-taught, better than the average player, but no professional. Occasionally, I like to find bars or restaurants that feature open mic nights so I can get up and play in front of people, most of whom are there for the same reason.
One night, I played at a nearby bar with an open mic organized by a women named Sarah. She's maybe 10 years or so younger than me, pretty, but not intimidatingly so. She is a decent guitar player and a fairly good singer. So I approached her one night and asked if she might be interested in getting together to work up some songs to perform as a duo. At first she gave me a somewhat quizzical look but then said sure. We made arrangements to meet at her house in a couple of nights to see if there was any music we might make work.
On the evening in question, I packed up my guitar, told my wife where I was going, and headed over to Sarah's place. To help dispel any tension, I picked up a bottle of wine.
Sarah welcomed me graciously to her home and was pleased with the wine. She poured us each a glass, and we settled in to playing music. We rehearsed a number of songs that we decided we could play together. Then we relaxed with the wine and made small talk. We agreed to play together at the next open mic session and to meet again the following week to rehearse some more.
This became our regular schedule, playing at the bar and working on music (and wine) at her house. As each week passed, she became more comfortable having me there. Sarah's comfort level with me increased to the point where she admitted she was bi, "well, really more lesbian", and was in an off-and-on relationship (currently off) with a woman that I had seen at the bar sitting with her. The woman's name was Amy, and she was an attractive blond about the same age. Now I understood Sarah's initial reaction to my suggestion about getting together.
Then one week, she seemed to be almost flirting with me, asking questions about my wife's and my relationship. "What does she think about you drinking wine and making music with a divorced lady? Isn't she afraid I'll steal you away with my angelic voice?", she laughed.
"Well", I said, "we are still married but lead pretty separate lives. I'm not sure she cares much about what you and I are doing here."
Sarah gave me an incredulous look, saying "I don't believe that. I'll bet she's thinking I'm here seducing you with wine and song." Then she laughed heartily.
Attention bells started to go off in my head, as I tried to parse her words. Was she hinting she would be open to something physical between us? Did I dare take a chance following up her comments? After a moment's reflection, I decided to see where this would go by opening up to her about my sex life.
"Sarah, I'm older than you by enough that I've reached the age where years of high blood pressure and the meds I take for it have given me a solid case of ED that viagra won't touch. My wife refuses to understand this and takes it as a personal insult to her that I cannot perform. That's driven a wedge between us that neither of us seems to want to repair. So, to be perfectly honest with you, I can't remember the last time I had sex. And, yes, I find being here making music and drinking wine with you definitely gets my imagination into gear. You are very attractive, but I would not jeopardize our friendship by making a move on you. I have too much respect for you, and anyway, that's not how you swing."
Sarah's expression was one of sympathetic curiosity. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear all that. That's not right of her. I really do enjoy our time together, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
She still had the curious, flirty expression on her face, so I decided to up the ante. "Well, I shouldn't be telling you any of this. Must be the wine. But to be honest, I guess I'm different than a lot of guys. I was always more interested in satisfying my partner than in getting any satisfaction for myself. I guess what I'm saying is, I always enjoyed going down on a woman even more than having intercourse. For me, nothing could be more thrilling than feeling a lady lose herself completely to her pleasure while I'm wrapped up between her legs. I'm not trying to get too graphic here, but for me, the female orgasm is the most amazing, overwhelming experience I have ever had the privilege to be part of. Truth be told, I think I'm addicted to it. There, I guess I've completely shocked you and made you want to throw me out."
"No, no, I 'm not going to throw you out", Sarah said. "So your wife won't let you do that to her?"
"She won't", I said. "Too much anger at me, and she never seemed to like it anyway. She has body image difficulties and refuses to allow me near her now. So, I just do without, and I get frustrated being in situations around attractive women."
Sarah was very quiet, staring intently into her almost empty glass of wine. She got up and went to the kitchen, returning after a brief interval with a fresh bottle. As she topped off our glasses, I debated what to do next. Had I gone too far? Should I apologize and make my humiliated exit?
Sarah rescued the moment in a way that was completely unexpected. "You know I'm a lesbian, right?" I nodded and started to reply, but she cut me off. "No, let me finish." A pause, as if she was carefully considering her words. "Oral sex is a lot of what lesbians do, you know. It's not that I don't like men, I like women more. Women have a better idea of how to please each other." Again, a long pause as she thought. She took a huge breath and continued on. "But once it starts, I guess it doesn't really matter who is going down on you, as long as they are reasonably competent and can make you feel that they are doing it to please you...that it's not a burden. Understand what I'm saying?"
My hands were shaking as I took a big swig of my wine. "Yes, I understand. I'll bet most men do it only as a quick fore-play step and then just want to jump to intercourse. That was never my way. I truly love the taste of a woman, always have. Actual sex was just the bookend on the whole thing for me. I guess I'm just weird".
She smiled. "Well, if that's weird, that's the best kind of weird I've ever heard of."
Again it got quiet between us.
I decided it was now or never, I would say what this conversation had led me to think, and take the chance that I might either score or that would be the end of it. "Sarah, would you consider allowing me to pleasure you? Nothing else would be required of you, except to enjoy. Teach me how you like it. I expect nothing in return, except the thrill of being part of your pleasure. I won't even take any clothes off, if you prefer. But hopefully it would benefit both of us."
