Message-ID: <5365eli$9711021157@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sabinaga@aol.com (Sabina GA) Subject: 2nd Story: "Awakening Jennifer" (Fmast, F/F) by SabinaGA Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971102034201.WAA19360@ladder02.news.aol.com> Hello! It's me again! This is my second story. I hope you all like it. Like last time, I would really appreciate feedback. Ok, I don't just appreciate it. I crave it!! I know, I know…I am insatiable… I sure hope you e-mail me…I will answer every e-mail personally as soon as I get em. Why? Because I want to know what you thought about me and my story… This story is a bit autobiographical -- you'll see. I am in it…. ;-) Ok, here is my e-mail address where you can reach me! I sure hope you reach out and touch me… Sorrry, I couldn't resist! Sabina GA@aol.com Now on with the story! Oh, you have to be old enough by the state and local laws and other legal stuff. "Awakening Jennifer" by SabinaGA I guess it was my fear of intimacy that made me scared to meet new friends. I mean, I was not entirely anti-social -- I did have some friends, but most of them were old friends that I was comfortable to be around. I guess I just didn't like change. For me, a casual friend can turn into a romance, which I definitely was not ready for yet. It's the emotional closeness I fear the most, the intangible fruit of love. As a single working mom, I never got the chance to go out bar hopping every night like I used to when I was younger. When I had a chance to have a night by myself, which is a real treat for me in those days, I eagerly took it. But, I soon realized that I didn't know what to do, how to do it, and where it would be done, especially since the only social gatherings I had been to since I divorced my husband had been PTA meetings, birthday parties, and family get-togethers. Jimmy (he's 17) had been old enough that I could have had a few dates, and not worry about how he would react to a new stranger in my life. Actually, he had told me to get back into the dating game. He really was a wonderful kid, or rather a young adult. I had to start thinking of him as an adult sooner or later, since he was going to go off to college that fall. They grow up so fast! I knew that he worried about me in the house all alone without him there to support me. It's not as if I hadn't had enough offers over the years for male companionship, especially after Tom and I divorced. What I really worried about was how he would react to his mother bringing a woman into our household, and more importantly into my bedroom. I had a feeling he wouldn't have taken it very well. He would probably have freaked out just like his father did when I told him about my suppressed sexuality. My friends, family and everyone around me had always expected me to get married and have kids, but I always knew deep in my heart that I was different. I never acted on it, until I was in college -- far enough away from my family that they would never find out. I suppose, like many other women, I got married because I wanted to raise a family and have kids. I made a choice, I chose the ability to start a family, have children and suppress my sexuality in order to conform to society. It was nine o'clock on a Saturday night and I found myself sitting in front of the Television. That was when I came across some really cheesy R rated movie that had no merit other than the fact that the women took off their shirts in at least every scene. It wasn't too long before I found my hand wander to my breast. I squeezed the soft mound, relishing the contact through my worn sweatshirt. I was braless and my nipple grazed against the thin scratchy material, which sent shivers of electricity through me. Yet, it wasn't enough; I needed more. I flicked the hapless portrayal of another B movie that tried to copy "Sex, Lies and Videotape" off with the remote. Without Jimmy around, I found the freedom to disrobe right in my living room, plunking my naked butt down on the leather couch, spreading my legs and masturbating with the fury of a woman possessed. It didn't take long for me to have the first of many orgasms that evening. My body trembled and I gasped my breath as I saw my reflection on the face of the black television screen. I was not the unattractive PTA mother that I had convinced myself that I was. I looked down at my body, which was like seeing it for the first time in many years. I had nice curves large breasts that jutted up nicely with no noticeable sagging. My stomach was flat from my ritual exercise habits that I never gave up after the divorce -- Tom always used to pester me about my weight. I had a week to myself, while Jimmy was at his father's house, and I planned to spend the time to get to know myself again. It was a delicious feeling, and I reveled in it as I drew my bath water. The oversized tub in the master bath was my idea, and I have been thankful for its luxurious pleasure ever since I convinced Tom to install it. The bubbles from the bath soothed my skin, while the wine eased my mind. I ran my hands up and down and all around my body with a soapy sponge. My hand lingered around my inner thigh; a pleasant quiver shook my petite frame. The anxiousness of my body caused my breasts to jiggle, as they seemed to float on the water, a pink nipple, crinkled and stiff, poked through the bubbles. I submerged my hand into the water and rubbed my fuzzy mound -- which forced a groan from my throat. I teased myself into a frenzy of lust for something more. I needed direct stimulation, preferably by a woman. As I ascended into a sexual haze, I diddled my clit, teasing the throbbing nubbin with light and hard flicks of my thumb. Waves of bubbly water splashed against the sides of the tub, and I sank back with my head barely above the water. My legs hung over the edges of the tub obscenely, my toes curled with pleasure, and my hips pressed into my own hand. The urgency began, and I sought release. A finger pressed against my slit and slid into the open folds of my pussy, which was already lubricated by the water and my own slick arousal. I felt the tingling twinge start within me, spreading throughout my body with swift spasms. I arched my back and screamed out in ecstasy, the rapture of my climax wracked my body, sending torrents of water over the side of the tub. As I lay out of breath, my juices mingled with the sudsy reservoir of bubbles between my legs, and my perspiration dripped off my brow, down my cheek silently into the lukewarm bath water as if they were the tears of the many years that I spent in self imposed sexual inhibition. That night, I slept the most blissful slumber I ever have in my life. The cool, cotton sheets felt like satin sheets and I dreamed of beautiful women that loved me. *** Sunday morning was a treat; I slept late into the day. I awoke around noon, unable to resist the sunny day and all of its delights. Usually, I spent my Sundays gardening and doing things around the house, but I decided I would go shopping! I took more time than I usually did to make myself up for my outing. I threw on a simple sundress that didn't hide my body at all, and topped it off with a cute hat. I was ready for anything, perhaps even a few flirtatious moments. My first stop was the mall, which was a great outdoor shopping center. I wanted to use up as much sun as I could, but still get in a good day of shopping -- no clothes for Jimmy because this day was for me. I picked up a few things for him I couldn't resist buying, though. My eyes were wandering more than usual, picking up things they had never noticed before like the salesgirl cleavage, the looks of adoration from passing strangers as they checked out my bottom, and so forth. Three hours into my shopping spree, I met a woman outside of Barnes and Noble. We puffed on our cigarettes, while exchanging pleasantries and small talk. I had been out of the dating game for some time; in fact, I had been out of the game for 12 whole years, but I still could recognize a come-on even from a woman half my age. "That is a lovely hat! Where did you get it?" asked a short petite girl, who didn't look any older than Jimmy. "Thank you," I said politely. "My name is Sabina," she said. "That is a lovely name. My name's Jennifer." I wasn't sure, but I had thought that I saw her looking at my breasts. Because of the low neckline, I wondered if I was accidentally giving a show to the viewing public, so I checked to see if all the buttons down the front were done. "That's a lovely dress," said Sabina, blushing at being caught checking me out. I knew she was young, perhaps too young, but I felt flattered, if not a bit aroused at her attention. "Thanks!" I said with a sly grin. "That is a very pretty outfit you are wearing, too." "You like it?" she asked, spinning around as if she was model. "Oh yes, it is very sexy," I replied. I just couldn't help flirting with her "It's really my roommates outfit. She let me wear it, today." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /