A Sapphic Rebirth

Let me tell you how I met and fell in love with Joyce: 

My husband passed away a few years ago and I found myself feeling quite lonely, depressed and sexually frustrated. I tried seeing men again, but I found myself not being attracted to any of the men I went out with on dates. The only way that I was getting any sexual satisfaction was through masturbation. 

I preferred giving myself pleasure through my vibrator. I did not want to have sex with a man whom I did not like. 

I guess I shouldn't be so surprised that I wound up falling in love with a woman. When my husband and I would watch porn videos, I would get turned on during the lesbian scenes. The women who made love to women in porn films were gorgeous - nothing like the butchy, sandals-and-crewcut lesbians who lived in my neighborhood. 

I found myself wanting to experiment with a lesbian that looked like those women in the videos - a beautiful woman who could pass for a fashion model. 

I had never been with another woman before and was curious. I decided to go on the Internet and see what it was like in the lesbian chat rooms. 

Initially, I was just a silent observer, reading the conversations that scrolled across the screen. Finally, I participated in the chats. My best chat was with a woman from the West Coast. She was married with a couple of kids and told me that she was bisexual. I admitted that although I was curious about being with another woman, it was something I had never tried before. We started to have cybersex. In other words, I would masturbate with her while I was online. It was the closest I'd come to having sex with a woman. 

Now let me introduce you to my lover Joyce, and tell you how we met. Joyce was one of the many women I started chatting with online. She lived halfway across the country. We had a lot in common. She was bisexual, and I was finally admitting to myself that I was probably bisexual too. We made love online one night. Over the next week or so she would send me private messages while I was chatting with other people. 

I enjoyed chatting with Joyce the most. There was definitely a connection. We both felt the same way. Our conversations were intimate and nurturing. Our cyber-sessions were hot, wild and passionate. We were lovers who were fast becoming close friends. 

I found that when I got online I would look for her. Hell, I was getting online just to talk and have cybersex with her. We found that we really cared about each other. We would chat about how our days had gone and stuff that couples discuss at the end of the day. Joyce was divorced and had been in a couple of relationships, the most meaningful ones with women. 

We decided to exchange telephone numbers. The first night she called me I found I was really getting turned on just talking to her. In fact, we made love over the telephone. I had never had phone sex before (much less lesbian phone sex!) and was very turned on. In fact, we both had intense orgasms. 

We continued to talk both on the computer and on the telephone every day. I felt myself falling in love with her. When we were talking on the telephone one night, she told me that she had sent me an e-mail earlier and didn't know how I would feel about what she said. I asked her what it said. 

"Michelle, please, just read it first," Joyce said. 

I took a deep breath. "Joyce," I said, "Before I read it, I want you to know that I am also falling in love with you. Isn't that what you wrote me in your e-mail?" 

There was this silence. And then I heard a sigh of relief. "Yes, how did you know?" Joyce said. 

I told her I just realized it. I also told her I had never felt like this before about another woman. Here I was falling in love with a woman whom I had never seen, much less met in person - yet it seemed so right. 

We spoke about how we needed to meet each other. We both wanted to touch each other and physically make love to each other. She had slept with a couple of women before. I never had and was a bit nervous about it. Yet I got wet each time I thought about having sex with her. 

We made arrangements for her to come east. I would pick her up at the airport and we'd check in to a hotel together. Again, it was safer that way and we would have complete privacy. 

We both eagerly anticipated our first meeting. We'd been exchanging cards and photos. I played the scenario out in my mind for weeks. 

On the day she was scheduled to arrive, I waited impatiently at the airport for her with my heart pounding. 

When we finally got to the hotel we embraced and kissed each other. The only awkwardness was how we held our heads the first time we kissed. The nervousness disappeared immediately when we really started to kiss. It was wonderful feeling my tongue do a dance with her tongue. I realized that, in fact, I was in the process of losing my virginity! I had engaged in lesbian cybersex and lesbian phone sex, but this was the real thing! Kissing her was amazing! To actually feel what the inside of a woman's mouth felt like, tasted like. I loved it when she pushed her tongue into my mouth. It gave me tingles. 

We went out to dinner, talked, and did a lot of looking at each other, undressing each other with our eyes. We showered separately, the one and only time we weren't in the shower together that weekend. I put on a satiny negligee that I had purchased especially for the occasion. 

Needless to say it wasn't on very long. We were finally able to touch, feel and taste each other - everything that we discussed online and on the phone. 

Eating pussy for the first time was one of the most exciting moments of my life. The moment my tongue sunk into her vagina I felt myself melt with love. She felt and tasted wonderful. Hearing her moans told me that she was enjoying it as much as I was. 

When she put her tongue inside of me, I shivered. It felt glorious. And although we were both eating each other with great love and passion, neither of us had an orgasm. We lay in bed and talked. We put our arms around each other and started to kiss and make out. After a half hour, we made love again. We had our hands, mouths, tongues all over each other. As I'm writing this I can still feel our hands caressing each other's body, kissing and licking each other all over. 

That first night we kept waking up every couple of hours to make love. We spent Saturday afternoon in the city, enjoying every moment of being together. By the time we were having dinner Saturday night, we were talking like two old friends. When we got back to the hotel, it was like we had been together for months. We talked as we got undressed, totally comfortable with each other. I put on another one of my new nighties for her, for as long as it stayed on. 

This time when we got into bed, it was as two lovers. I can picture the light brown hair on her pussy, the way her pussy felt, and the way it tasted. I memorized the inside of her pussy, how it felt when my finger went inside of her, when my tongue went in as deep as I could get it. She also put her finger inside of me. She pumped me slowly at first and then hard and fast. I was so wet by this time that her finger started to slide out of my pussy. When she put her finger back inside of me, I started to hump her finger furiously, pulling my knees up higher and higher, lifting my ass off the bed, trying to get her to go deeper inside of me. 

I hadn't humped like that since I had been with my husband. She continued to fuck me with her finger until I came again and again. We caught our breath for a little while and then resumed our lovemaking. We gave each other an intense tongue-licking. 

We had told each other for weeks that we were in love. Now we had a chance to actually say it face-to-face, to show how much our love meant. Saturday night was a repeat of Friday night. We slept for a couple of hours, got up and made passionate love to one another, over and over. By now we were doing everything together, showering, putting on our makeup and so forth. 

We spent Sunday shopping together. It felt like we were a couple who had been together for years. By Sunday night, we were exhausted, considering the fact that we hadn't gotten much sleep the past two nights. 

Sunday night was our last night together. We made love several times and fell asleep in each other's arms. I hadn't felt this content in years. 

Monday morning, it was time to say good-bye. I had to get to work and she had to go back to the airport. We started to say good-bye in the hotel room. We both cried a bit, not knowing when we would be together again, but knowing that we would be together many more times in the future. When we hugged each other in the parking lot, we didn't care who saw us, or what they thought. 

We've spoken about the possibility of her moving east, but we can't. Neither of us has come out. 

To the outside world, to our friends and family, we're both one hundred percent straight. I love her dearly and trust her with my life. We continue to talk to each other at least twice a day. One of us wakes the other every morning. This started long before she came east. 

She loves waking up to my wake-up calls, and I to hers. We talk to each other every night before we go to sleep and sometimes a couple of times during the day. Our sex life continues on the phone. When I masturbate, I call out her name and imagine that her finger is inside of me. When we talk before we go to sleep, we can almost feel our bodies snuggled together. 

We hope to see each other in a few weeks when I visit her. We can't wait. I'm sure that it will be another wonderful time together.