(Note to the reader: Please also read my story, "Women Study, Crossover")
My sexual horizons were expanding. Decker and I were an informal Friends with Benefits item; Nobody really new about him, even his frat boys, and we kept our trysts irregularly infrequent enough to keep them fresh.
I still hadn't gotten into a new lesbian relationship nor had I made much headway into exploring multi-partner sex. But things began to look up when, as I mentioned, I met "Tanya" on what I would call an upscale lesbian dating site.
Membership on the site was expensive, even for my pocketbook--and I make pretty fair money--but it promised to preserve my anonymity and had numerous checks in place to monitor the quality of the women seeking partners. This was no sleazy hook-up site. I had to submit my application, possess some minimum qualification criteria, and clear authentication of my bona fides, part of which was verification of my vital statistics. I did all of that, as I knew I would, and began searching for a partner, or partners.
Asian-American female, 5'6" (1.7m)--I know I'm tall for someone of Asian extraction-- and all of 120lbs (about 55kg), no boob size to speak of--technically, I would suppose that I am like a 34AA --if there is any smaller cup size, then that would be me. I am 39 years old and decidedly not glamorous, but engaging. I'm seeking lesbian companionship with the potential of a long term relationship, though not necessarily an exclusive one. I am looking for someone in my age group, preferably a stable professional.
I received several "hits" but there were only three that really interested me:
Bella, age 44, 5'4" (1.6m), 150lbs (68kg), 36D Cup size, professional artist, fluent in Japanese, interested in meeting an Asian woman, for sexual and cultural enrichment. (This one appealed because of her artistic talents and interest in an Asian woman, however being neither being of Japanese heritage nor speaking the language, I decided to pass. Also, she seemed to be as chubby as I was slender which didn't seem to work toward a physical match)
Dorinda, age 55, 5'1" (1.55m), 110lbs, (50k) professional care giver (RN), recently widowed, seeking the lesbian relationship I've always wanted, I prefer a younger woman of a slender body type. (Well, younger and slender worked for me but the "recently widowed" factor made me cautious. Emotional problems, maybe? It was "iffy" in my mind.)
Tanya, age 52, 5'10" (1.77m), 145lbs (66kg) Owner/CEO of a small firm, seeking a relationship with a mature lesbian woman which may become long term, though that is not a requirement, for sexual adventures, possibly to include multiple partners. a bi-sexual woman might be considered depending on her interests and preferences. (This one sounded like it hit the nail on the head...I followed up)
I contacted Tanya through the dating web site's private message--and confidential--message service. I liked the tenor of Tanya's texts from the start. She was open and positive with a sly sense of humor. She was candid about her sexual history concerning both men and women.
She was matter-of-fact without bragging or embarrassment. She also said that, while she had a loving relationship with another woman, they both agreed that having a broader pool of women for varied sexual was by-and-large healthy for them and any relationship Tanya and I might undertake would be known to her "other". Tanya was also truthful about her still being married to her husband of more than 30 years. She assured me that there was nothing in that relationship that would inhibit her from embarking on an affair with and woman, ME!
I was as open with her as she was with me. I gave her the rundown about my failed marriage, my troubled long term lesbian relationship, and my past several years partner less sex. She seem intrigued with my casual sex relationship with my college boy.
We decided to meet in person. I knew the instant I saw her that I wanted to have sex with her. My goodness! Here was this tall, statuesque, blonde woman, with fabulous looking boobs, and a body with all of the other curves in the right places, and energetic, and enthusiastic, and....well, she simply swept me off my feet.
Or meeting was prosaic, a few general, and really unimportant questions --except the important about confidentiality-- when she sprang the big one on me: "Do you want to have sex with me?" I paused, not because I was trying to decide yes/no, but because I was thrilled and speechless that she would not ask me so soon but ask me like THAT, plainly, and to the point! Of course, I said "YES"!
We proceeded to have a night of lovemaking that was memorable in itself, and not just because I hadn't had sex with a woman for three years, the reality of it was that I had NEVER had sex with a woman THAT good EVER. You know the old saying, "Once you've hand steak, you'll never go back to hamburger"? Tanya was the steak! I would have asked her to marry me then and there, if I hadn't known that she was already and committed to at least two people. I'm getting wet just remembering that night.
Oddly, though--though not so odd knowing what I know now--the morning after we our monumental, one-for-the-books sex, Tanya brought up the confidentiality issue again, reinforcing the importance of it not just for her but for her constant lesbian love mate. It seems that this woman, Gladys as I later found out, was what one might call a "personage" for whom anonymity and confidentiality were essential. To Tanya, ensuring those things for her lover was paramount. Tanya and I reached an agreement.
I agreed to meet with Tanya's lover to find out if she, Gladys, Tanya and I might make compatible partners for a lesbian threesome. It we hit it off, it might become more or less a regular thing. If we didn't hit it off as a "team", so to speak. Tanya and I were free to pursue our own one-on-one sexual relationship, no-harm/no-foul. Tanya told me that she her lover's buy-in on this. I was a bit skeptical but said I would go along with it. Anything that gave me a chance at having more sex with Tanya was a chance worth taking in my book.
Tanya and I met with her lover, Gladys, who wore a balaclava mask throughout the evening. I'm not going to go into what was said, or who Gladys might be because, a) I don't really have the slightest idea and, b) even if I did know, I wouldn't tell because I believe in the sanctity of our confidentiality agreement and, c) I would never betray Tanya--or Gladys, for that matter. I love them both.
I must tell though, the first night the three of us met turned into a sex-fest the likes of which I'd never experienced. If you think my account of the first time I had sex with Tanya was hyperbole, just add to that sex with a magnificent lover like Gladys to the equation and you have an experience for the Millennium! I can easily see now why Tanya is so committed to Gladys. What a pair they are and what a thrill it was for me to be part of their love!
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"Don't tell me Dar-Lin," Gar was singing now, "don't tell meeee, Dar-Lin, you've found luuuuuv and it is heeeer to staaay, every daaay, come what maaaay, todaaaaay!"
"GAR! Would puhlese, PUHLESE, stop it?" I hoped the tone of my voice would convince Gar that my exasperation was beginning to have a limit.
"I think you should be happy that I'm happy for you," Gar's voice was jovial but teasing, "aren't you happy? Huh? Did Mr. Dickher do his magic? Again? For the...how many?...times?"
"It's DECKER, Gar, you know THAT," I said trying to regain my composure, "and what makes you think he is, or has done, anything at all, let alone anything 'to' me?"
"Oh, I know, I know, I know, I know," Gar was doing his best to imitate an old time singer, "I know, I know....You are way too happy, Dar-Lin, for something not to have happened, I know, I know....!"
