Date: Wed, 30 Dec 2009 22:17:58 -0800 (PST) From: Doreen McKenna Subject: Getting_to_the_Heart_of_the_Story.txt Warning: The following is based on a true story and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2009 Doreen, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to dmacken316@yahoo.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Getting to the Heart of the Story My name is Ann and I'm 24 years old, I'm 32-17-29, and wear an B cup bra. Single and a recent college grad I broke up with my boyfriend after a sexual encounter with a woman in college. I've been sexually active since I'm 15 with men, and always used protection and an IUD. After college I took a job with a small town newspaper in my home town. During a college assignment I was introduced to Lesbian sex with Kim and for the rest of the in school her and I were lovers. It's not like I started to hate men! I did date a guy after college and the sex was great, but I was left longing for the sensual touch of a woman. I also have plans of being married and a mother, this led me to quite a bit of anguish. Without telling my Mom why I needed some counseling, she paid for a few sessions with a counselor. The time spent with Katy helped me understand that this confusion was normal; I need to really evaluate my values to understand what I wanted. This was going to take some time and it was suggested that I stay celibate as I worked through it. Celibacy is hard! I always enjoyed playing with myself and in the time I spent with Kim I learned how to use a dildo for more solo pleasure both vaginally and anally. The paper in my hometown is a weekly effort and the staff is small. We are paid by the story, no benefits, but many of the staff have been hired by the bigger paper in the city nearby. The town I live in is mostly conservative about everything. As far as I know there are no gay people there. The nearest adult store is 55 miles away, so resisting a Lesbian temptation was easy. I am considered hot looking, and many men have made passes at me. I tend to not wear makeup or very little of it so I have that fresh faced kind of look. The news paper recently learned that a house that sat vacant for many years was being refurbished. The house was on the edge of a lake and was an older home. The house sat on 100 acres and it was possible that development of the property was on the horizon. Mysterious things occurred there years ago. The husband and wife tried to do genetic work on cows to have them produce more milk. The town being straight laced must have been hard on the family. Legend had it that the townsfolk went to the place and killed some of the cows off. Somehow the taxes had been paid for by a family trust all these years, the family was not wealthy but the couple who lived there had few children and they must have chipped in to cover the taxes. The taxes were not a lot of money, less than five thousand a year. The last occupants left the place about 50 years ago. I was given a task to find the new owner and learn what the plans for the house and land. The county web site gave me the name of the new owner really quickly, it was a relative named Karen Thorason. The house was about a 45 minute drive away. There was no number listed for her, so I decided to take a drive out there Thursday to get the story. Knowing that the place was in the country and possibly still in disrepair I decided to wear loose fitting jeans, sturdy hiking shoes and a long sleeved shirt as it was chilly for the Southeast. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail, got my notepad and recorder and off I went. Arriving at the place there were quite a few workmen and I did locate Karen. She was young, just a few years older than me. She was wearing work clothes and did have a pretty face. Introducing myself it was clear I came at a bad time. A carpenter was explaining to her that the south porch was not in good shape and would need extensive work. She was upset about this, because the south porch was built by her grandpa, strange though because she never could've of know him. I quickly introduced myself and invited her to lunch on Sunday to talk to her about the house. I gave her my cell number in case she needed directions to the restaurant. Heading back to my car, she checked out my ass, but women are always doing this to each other! Later in the day I had a counseling appointment. Katy wanted to know how I was doing with my sexual confusion. I admitted that I hadn't thought much about it. As I had been celibate for about a month she suggested that I should explore myself and if the occasion presented itself that sex would be OK. She was not trying to make go one way of the other, she explained that the right decision was needed by me to leave a life free from frustration. Society still frowns on gays, but people need to be happy. On Friday I spent about half the day at the paper. The staff at the newspaper consists of a older manager, Hal, who is married, his wife, Bee, who is the secretary and a young photographer, Alan, who is still in high school. My parents are great people but as I'm the youngest they are older than me by 34 years. So I was looking for friends, my high school class was small and quite a few of my girl friends had settled into families or left town. I had not planned on staying in town long; I was going to get some experience than look for a better paper in a year or two. Hal was excited I was going to meet Karen on Sunday. The Thorason family was well respected at one time and although he doesn't recall them his Dad remembers them well. The paper supported the research because a growing nation need to figure out how increase the food production. But with the town being conservative the paper also took a hit on its reputation. Don't get me wrong it's a nice town and the people are friendly, but the two drugstores don't sell condoms and there are no bars in town. There is a liquor store though. This is not where I want to spend my life especially after what I was exposed to in College. When I returned to the house on Friday my dad was at work and mom was food shopping for the week. I decided to take my counselors advice and explore myself. I took a relaxing bath and stifled the urge to play with myself in the tub. After drying off I dressed in a pushup bra, heels, satin panties and a tight leather skirt with a peasant blouse. My mom is a snoop but since I was a little girl I had found a hiding place in my closet. Legend had it that when my grandpa was a boy he made the hiding place. I was sure my mom didn't know it existed. Removing the two vibrators I added batteries and checked they work. Laying on my bed I relaxed and had a fantasy about being with someone, feeling myself up I imagined her removing my blouse and panties and licking my clit. Getting very wet I inserted the big vibrator and started a slow rhythm, causing me to cum and scream loudly. After a few minutes I was still yearning for my ass to be tended to, I inserted the other dildo in to my butt and resumed a slow rhythm. This caused me to cum again and it was an even bigger load! The thrills were great and I decided I needed to share the experience with someone next time. Celibacy helped prove I needed a partner. The thing that still was not clear was a he or she. On Saturday I was to lead a hike at the nature center. When I woke up that morning my pussy was urging me to play with it, it ached for the feel of the vibrator and I had to satisfy myself. The hike went well and I met quite a few people that were from the city. There was one woman who was a little older than me and we kind of clicked. She knew a lot about the trees and plants. However, the attraction didn't appear sexual, but she wanted to keep in touch about future hikes. On Sunday about 1PM I dressed for brunch and headed to the restaurant. Karen was already there! She was dressed very nicely and it was clear she had bucks. For my taste she wore too much makeup but she had nice legs and the high heels gave them a nice shape. Very nice ass also! She appeared to be 34C-27-34, shoulder length blond hair and stood about 5 foot 6 inches tall and is 39 years old. The nice thing about a buffet brunch is not having to linger over the menu. We quickly got something to eat and over lunch I interviewed her about the family, the house and herself. She never knew her grandpa or grandma, her dad joined the military after his parents died, she was the youngest of her family. Her grandparents left town not because they were run out, but people were treating them very weird. The legend has it that one night a bunch of stupid teenagers went to the farm and tried to tip cows. Now we all now tipping cows can kill them, a few cows were tipped. But the kids got spooked when then entered one plot that had the cows that were born from the experiments. The legend continued that there was a two headed cow that was much larger than a bull. This spooked the kids. The next morning Grandpa saw the tipped cows and decided to move the freaky cows to a pasture that was on the farthest corner of the land. The kids had gone to the cops and an officer was dispatched to investigate. The cop saw the dead cows, and offered to arrest the kids but grandpa aroused suspicion that it was no big deal. He didn't even push for a financial settlement. The kids told the story all over town and people listened. Even the cop that went said that my grandparents were acting strange. After that people would give them weird looks and few people spoke to them or invited them to parties. Even the preacher accused them of playing God. Now the great part was that the research her grandpa and grandma did was accepted by a large agriculture businesses and was patented. The family was awarded a block of stock and the dividends allowed them to be well off. This explained how the taxes on the farm was paid. But this fact was going to make some townspeople look dumb, they had not expected the family to succeed and very well at that. Her grandparents left town and they moved to the other side of the city, about 90 miles away. Grandma died first about 42 years ago and Grandpa died a few years after her. They were both gone before she was born. The family was not going to sell the land as many of the freaky cows were buried on the grounds and there was concern if someone found them. Selling the house was never an option. Her father, uncles and aunts could not agree on what to do, but now they were all elderly or dead. Karen made an offer to the estate on the house and land and got a good deal on it. She had no plans on selling it. In college she studied to be a botanist and had a PhD in the science. Karen new that all the stories about the cows were true, but milk production increased in farm animals as a result of the work and she was proud of that. Her life goal was to improve certain crops, she was also going to `Play God' with plants, but the effort was related to get agriculture to return to the US. She is pissed that we import a lot of produce from outside the US. Her goals were to develop crops easy to pick and produce bigger fruit and vegetables. She had success on a small scale already. Oranges and beans were yielding bigger harvests. Tomatoes were fully matured in 8 weeks and were tasty. Pumpkins and watermelons were twice the size! This was a great conversation, and then I asked her about any romances. She froze up a bit and indicated she didn't want to talk about it. Ok with me. We continued eating and then she invited me to the farm on Monday to show me some of her crops. I accepted. Looking at her eyes while talking to her, she seemed to be enchanting me somehow. I started wondering if she was some sort of witch, given the family history. But it was a ridiculous thought, witches don't exist! When Monday came I knew that I would be playing in dirt. I wore jeans, boots and a long sleeve shirt. Arriving at the farm at 8AM, she was ready to go. She showed me quite a few fruits and vegetables and explained the processes. About 10:30 she offered coffee and a snack as we were both famished. The food was from the small garden and was very good. We chatted for a while and then I left. She had a pretty face and her eyes seemed to mesmerize me. For a second I thought she might be a hypnotist. Returning to town I went to the office to start on the story. Hal came by and chatted with me about the visit and I told him how excited I was and the research she showed me. At home that evening I imagined myself back at school with Kim. I played with myself and decided that I needed to start dating. The question still lingered whether it would be a man or woman! Later that night Karen called me and told me that she wanted to talk. Sometime tomorrow would be great, she thought that her and I clicked and invited me over. Arriving at the house we started chatting over coffee. I wore a simple skirt and blouse with low heels and satin underwear. Karen was dressed in a wraparound dress with low peep toe heels. She looked good. I told myself that this is business and I needed to keep my clit in its vestibule. Karen explained that while in school and in the city she had a number of folks to talk to, that let her relax and take a break from her work. Her eyes mesmerized me again and she was easy to talk to. They are like pools of blue water and they draw you in to her. Somehow the conversation turned to our love lives and I admitted that for a while I was confused and my dating was complicated. I admitted to not dating for a while. Karen's love life was rather simple, she dated while in high school but after that her research and college consumed her, still she found time to have liaisons that intrigued her and she learned a lot from them. I was curious as to what liaisons meant but didn't think it was worth pursuing at the time. I didn't mention either that my most memorable times were with a woman. This triggered a memory of Kim's juices on my lips. Not sure if Karen was straight or gay I was in the predicament of having to finish a story and make a friend. Karen did have an effect over me though and I could not explain it. I admit I wanted to change the subject and stated "Such is life". I then suggested that maybe she could show me the rest of the house. She led me on a tour, the house had quite a few rooms over 30 and was large. There were two stairways to the second floor. The house had a raised basement with 4 rooms. Karen told me that the house was built in the late 1800's and that a number of rooms on both floors had private entrances and stairwells as needed, along with private bathrooms. No one knew what the purpose of these rooms was for. One day she counted the outside doors and there were 11, no idea where the keys were either. This was strange for a house quite a distance from town and on a farm. As we made our way upstairs she was in front of me. The wrap skirt she wore was neither long nor short and it gave me a great view of her legs. I wanted to look up the skirt and see her ass, but resisted. The second floor was right now sort of a storage area, there were some old sheets covered with dust. She explained that over the years her relatives would store stuff here and mostly forget what they brought. She was going to have a huge antique sale one day. She showed a few rooms and then hesitated at one door. At first it appeared that we were going to head back down but she turned and faced me. It is hard to explain her eyes but they draw you in to her, she reached for my waist, pulled me towards her and kissed me on the lips. Pulling back a little she winked at me, and gave my ass a squeeze. WOW! My reaction showed! She led me in to the room she hesitated to show a few minutes ago. Again she turned, those eyes took hold of me and we kissed, this was a gentle French kiss and our hands were around each other's waist. My reaction to her kiss was that it was electric feeling and tingled my body, especially my pussy. Leading me to the raised bed, she unzipped my blouse and skirt and praised my undergarments. I slid her top and skirt off and was impressed by the sight of her body. She also wore some very fine undergarments, She lay me back on the bed and started to caress me, kiss me and basically make me cum. I had not been touched by anyone in a while and I had lots of juices to gusher. She removed my bra and then my panties. But even this she did in a very enticing manner. She then strapped my wrists and ankles to the bed. This was a new experience for me. She licked and sucked me where ever she could and it was wonderful. She got up and slid off her panties. Karen put on an interesting harness. This harness had two dildos on the inside, one for her ass and pussy and then a front dildo. She had a big bottle of lube! She explained that while she would fuck me, the dildos in her would help her enjoy the thrusts. I was still bound to the bed, she slid a pillow under my ass and guided the shaft in. For a long time she played her toy in me and I responded. Finally she was exhausted and pulled out of me and unstrapped me from the bed. Reaching over to her I lay her down on the bed and took her femcock in my mouth and sucked it off. It was wonderful tasting myself. Because of the way the harness worked she got off as I moved the exposed dildo. I also fondled her breasts, and found her nipples to be erect without much help! Lubing the cock, I placed a pillow under her butt and brought my ass to meet the dildo and although it was a little thick it was pliable material. Reaching back I inserted it my ass and started to hump it. Karen was impressed that I enjoyed anal sex. I rode the cock for quite a while and loved it. A little tired I stopped and snuggled with her. Chatting with her we exchanged why we prefer lesbian sex. She stated that she had no idea I had been with women before. At a less frenzied pace we explored each other but finally fell asleep snuggling each other!