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First Time Dog Sex for Lesbians, by Jezebel Rose

The first time I saw Jacky, we were standing in front of the downtown office building where I had been working for the past five years. Her confident smile immediately caught my attention as she motioned for me to enter the revolving door.

I remember wishing she had gone first. I would have enjoyed checking out her cute figure a bit more. She looked to be just a few inches taller than my 5-3, with a trim, athletic build, and pert breasts. “What am I doing ogling another woman?” I said to myself as I rode up to my office on the tenth floor. I noticed that Jacky got onto the express elevator that did not even stop until 19.

“Snap out of it, Lily,” I thought as I walked into work, prepared for another day as creative director at the largest advertising firm in the city. I spotted her several more times that week. A couple of times arriving for work and once in the coffee shop just off the first-floor lobby. Besides, each time I probably looked at her a little too long.

There was just something about her. I was a happily married woman, and as far as I knew, I was straight. I had not touched another female sexually since I was a young teen playing around at those notorious sleepovers. Oh, I had some nice orgasms then as I humped the leg of my best friend, Jessica. However, we both moved on to boys by middle school, and I chalked it up as a rite of passage.

Jessica had been out of my life entirely for years, and I scarcely thought about those days. Except for the times when Justin, my husband of ten years, was out of town or we hit a dry spell, and I would resort to self- pleasure then thoughts of Jessica would flicker through my mind. I slowly brought myself along with light touches, first to my full round breasts… then my flat belly… and finally down to the curve of my mound, where I would stroke my hungry clit through the coarse hair that I kept trimmed in a neat triangle.

Oh, yes. Then I would think of Jessica! How her thigh felt as she snuggled it against my pussy. How her hair smelled of fruity shampoo. How her warm breath felt on my neck. However, these times were few, as Justin and I had a somewhat active sex life, which left little need to find pleasure in myself. Therefore, my growing preoccupation with this new woman, who had captured my attention so unexpectedly, was a real puzzle.

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We first spoke standing in line at the coffee shop a few weeks later.

“Seems as if we’ve been running on the same schedule lately,” came the voice from behind. I knew who it was instinctively, and when I turned around, two large blue eyes were smiling back at me. I am not quite sure why, but I felt my cheeks redden. I wondered if she had noticed me looking at her those times over the past few weeks. She had. “I’ve seen you are watching me,” she said without making it sound like an accusation. “Do I remind you of someone?” For some reason, the name Jessica leaped to mind, though they did not look alike. Strange. “Oh, no… I’m sorry,” I managed, as I stalled trying to think of some way to explain why I had, indeed, been watching her. However, she took me off the hook by extending her hand and smiling.

“I’m Jacky. I work in IT with Pyramid Corporation upon twenty-five.” “Lily,” I answered, relieved that she was willing to move on. “I’m with Ackerman & Williams… advertising… tenth floor.” “Do you have time to take a little break?” she said, motioning to an empty table that looked out onto the street through a large window.

“Sure, that would be nice,” I said, still a little worried that she might ask me again who she reminded me of. However, the conversation was easy. Jacky and I had a lot in common. We were both in our mid-thirties, married executives with no children. Also, as it turned out, we both had a wicked sense of humor. From that first day, we spent a lot of time laughing. About our work.

About movies. Also, especially about our husbands. It was amazing how some of Justin’s annoying little habits that drove me crazy turned out to be funny by the time Jacky finished dissecting and analyzing them.

She spent an equal amount of time poking fun at her husband William, who also worked in IT for another company that was only a few blocks away from our building. By the time we met for coffee the third time, I felt as if I had known Jacky all my life. By then our conversations had turned to some dangerous things… hopes, dreams, loss… topics that went much deeper than a casual friendship.

I had never gotten so close to anyone in such a short time. I had never gotten so close to anyone, period. Of course, the conversations eventually got around to sex. We talked in general about our sex lives in our marriages first. Nothing too detailed, but enough that I could tell Jacky wanted more. It turned out that she had been adventurous before she and William got together, and I had the sense Jacky sometimes thought wistfully of that freedom.

When we talked about our pasts, I did not have much to tell compared to Jacky. Justin and I had been together for quite a while before we finally were married. Therefore, I missed the usual sexual food that many people enjoy in college. It would not have surprised me to learn that Jacky had “strayed” a few times during her marriage, but we never went quite that deep. We never went nearly deep enough to get to the secret I was keeping, either. It would stay safely buried, as far as I was concerned.

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One thing that we did differ on was where we had chosen to live. Jacky and William lived in a loft in one of the up and coming areas just north of downtown, while Justin and I had chosen the suburbs. Of course, that meant over an hour’s commute for me each day. However, it also meant we had a spacious house on a quiet street with a swimming pool. Besides, it was the pool that I tempted Jacky with when I invited her and William to drive out on Saturday. “Sure, you and I can sun ourselves by the pool all day and be decadent,” I kidded, “and the guys can play golf. You told me William likes to golf, and we might as well get some use out of that expensive damned membership Justin pays for every month.” “Are you sure it’ll be okay with Justin,” she asked.

“He and William don’t even know each other.” “I promise. Justin will use any excuse to slip off and play golf. Besides, they will like each other just like you, and I do. They’ll spend the whole day talking about us.”

“All right,” Jacky laughed, “It’s a date.”

~

Jacky and William arrived as scheduled at 10 a.m. on Saturday. William looked cute as he struggled to get his clubs out of the small trunk of their black BMW. He was not quite as tall as Justin, who stood 6-0, but he had a nice fit look to him to go along with longish brown hair and brown eyes. His glasses made him look a little bookish, even on the way to the golf course. I had already met William when I was having lunch downtown one day with Jacky, and he seemed nice, if quiet.

I thought he was somewhat cute, and I could not help but wonder if there was some hidden fire inside beneath his rather bland exterior. He waved to me quickly, and then went back to trying to extricate his clubs from the car. Justin started walking down toward the car and met Jacky halfway up the drive. They stopped for a minute to introduce themselves. The two of them were smiling and laughing, as Justin wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big hug. I could hear him telling Jacky how much

I had talked about her lately because I certainly had. It was strange how she was in my thoughts so much of the time. In just a few moments, he had kissed her on the cheek and headed over to help William, while Jacky joined me on the porch. Justin and William shook hands, and it was not a minute before the two of them had hoisted the stubborn clubs from the car. Justin slapped William on the back, and the two started talking animatedly. Jacky and I stood on the front porch and watched them talk and gesture, and it was clear that they were going to be just fine. “Justin seems nice,” Jacky, told me, “and he’s charming. He’s got big hands, too,” she winked, as she poked me lightly in the ribs with her elbow to make sure I caught her drift.

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