A Lesson Learned

Lilly (on the left) set up the timer on her camera and we struck a pose.

Now you remember me mentioning Robbie's, the gay and lesbian bar I mention in the Paul & Brian & Karen entry? You do? Good!

Robbie's turned out to be a wonderful place for me to hook-up with women. No ties, no commitments, just girl and girl fun. Most were one-night stands, but some were short-term deals. Like my husband, it's why I preferred married women (and men, for that matter). Sex with none of the hassles of a relationship is awesome!

So about 11 months after meeting Karen, I went there one Friday night to find some lady who was looking for some fun. I went in and grabbed a bar stool and Leo, the insanely cute tender of the bar, saw me and brought me a beer. He teased me and we joked around for a minute before he had to go back to work.

Leo kicked ass. He looked a lot like Tyler Florence, one of the chefs on Food Network. Tyler's super-cute. And Leo could've been his twin.

Sigh.....too bad I really wasn't Leo's cup of tea...... LOL

Anyway, after an hour of perusing (and avoiding) some ladies that I wasn't really interested in, I spotted a blonde lady who appeared to be in her early thirties.

Yummy!

I smiled at her and she smiled back. In Lexie-Land, that means, "move in and seal the deal."

I walked over and introduced myself and we started chatting. Her name was Lilly. She was married, had a couple of kids, and was a teacher.

Pretty soon, we were finishing our drinks and heading over to a nearby motel. We split the room cost and went in.

We started kissing and feeling each other up. Then we stripped down and take turns sucking on each other's nipples. Then she kissed me and says, "Honey, do you like rough sex?"

Well, that depends on what "rough sex" means, right?

As she explained it, she really didn't mean "rough" as she did "hard" or "intense". I said, sure. She kissed me again and smiled and said, "I won't do anything you don't want to do." Before I could say, "okay", she gently shoved me and I fell back onto the bed.

She took my legs, spread them, and pushed them up high and forward. Then she took her tongue and ran it around my asshole and then up my pussy. Then she really went to work, sucking my clit and sliding two fingers into my pussy while the back of my thighs were pushed abainst her shoulders.

I didn't time it, but if I had to guess, I'd estimate that it took a minute before I was crying out, arching my back, and climaxing. After I came, my body was still shaking. I heard her say, "That's my girl."

Then she eased me onto my stomach and spread my legs again. Then she gave me the most incredible rim job I had ever had. My head was resting on my arms and I knew she'd be bringing me to another orgasm.

But there was a pleasurable detour.

After pushing her tongue into my ass several times--which almost made me cum--she took her finger and slid it into my ass. She started slowly and increased her speed. I can still hear the sound of it going in and out.

This chick dug ass play.

And so did I. She made me cum again, this time as hard as the first time. Right when I was starting to cum, she shoved her finger all the way in again and kept the pressure on as hard as she could. It was incredible.

After I came, I turned over onto my back. Lilly then straddled my face and I began eating her out. I remember how hot it was watching her play with her breasts and nipples while I tongued her. Soon she threw her head back and let out a loud.....well, it was like a shriek and a groan. Whatever it was, it was loud.

We spent the next few hours going at it pretty heavy. She was great. I loved how intense she was; it really heightened my own intensity and enjoyment. Then it was time for her to get home, so we showered and she drove me back to Robbie's so I could get my car.

We exchanged numbers and kissed goodbye.

Over the next month we got together a few more times. And every time was intense, very physical, and really erotic. I liked being around a woman who could dish it out and take it as well. Sometimes you like the more subtle aspects of sex; sometimes, you just want to flat-out fuck. And Lilly was great at just flat-out fucking.

I think it was the fourth time that we were together when it started getting.......

a little odd.

We had had a nice session and my head was laying on her shoulder. Lilly said, "If I were single....didn't have kids....I'd love a life with you."

Excuse me?

So I did the old think and think fast bit. "Yeah, Lilly, that would be great."

Well, fuck, it was the best I could come up with. Sue me. I've never been happier that a woman had given birth.

After we parted ways that day, I really considered ending it. I was pretty sure that she was in love with me--well, what she considered love. Then again, what was the harm? When she was with me, all she was doing was living the life she dreamed of: being a partner in a lesbian relationship.

If she wanted to do that once a week, no big deal. For a couple of hours a week, she was gay, we were in love, and that was that. We'd meet, and then she'd go home happy and relaxed and back to being mom, teacher and wife.

And it never progressed. She'd do all the sappy, stupid in-love stuff that people do when we were together and that was that. I let her believe that she was the only woman in my life (snort, guffaw, laugh, chuckle, etc....). The sex was always fantastic.

There were no bunnies boiling on the stove. No Lilly in a tree peering through my window with binoculars (then again, I never told her where I lived, either). No stalking. Nothing scary.

I should've ended it though. There was something just a little off about Lilly. I couldn't put my finger on it, but that little voice in my head told me to meet her for lunch and tell her it was over. Just spare her feelings and tell her that I'd be going to school in another state.

But I was young. I knew everything. And I knew I could handle Lilly. So what? The woman was a BIT into the whole "you and me" deal. It was merely a woman playing out her fantasy.

Yeah, smart move Alex.

About two months after we met, in late August, she called me. She wanted to know if I wanted to spend the week in Puerto Rico. She had originally been planning to go with hubby, but an emergency at work forced him to bow out. They had already made arrangements for their kids to spend the week with her parents, so he suggested that Lilly find a friend and take her.

Now had I not been such an arrogant little twit, I would've listened to Paul and Brian and said no way. But hey, I was 19 and knew everything there was to know. We could fly down to Puerto Rico, spend a week on the beach, drinking, having sex and doing some sightseeing.

And the best part is that I wouldn't be out a dime!

Fuck, let's get this party started! I was done with my summer employment at Acme, so hey, might as well have some fun before hitting the books again!

Guys, it was a free week in Puerto Rico! YEAH!

So I told my aunt and uncle that a buddy of mine was going to Puerto Rico and wanted to take me. I said she was a fellow student and that her parents wanted to give her a pre-graduation gift. I explained that she was due to graduate in December.

So the day came to leave. Her hubby was out of town (I never did learn what his work crisis was), so I spent the night at her place. It was pretty wild having sex with her in the same bed she had sex with her husband in!

We woke up early and showered and got dressed and drove down to Ontario International Airport and flew down to Puerto Rico (we didn't actually flap our arms and fly, we did get in the plane).

We checked into this resort......FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!

It was awesome! We got up to our room and went at it, having more fantastic sex. Then we showered and headed down to the restaurant and ate.

The next few days were fun. Lilly, of course, slipped into what I considered her roleplaying mode, pretending like we were a couple for real. We'd take walks on the beach and hold each other's hand, that type of stuff.

One night, we were walking on the beach and she stopped and turned to me and said, "I wish I could marry you, sweetie." Yeah, yeah, blah, blah. Whatever.

Then, it got a little, well, scary.

While all this "you and me" stuff seemed so innocent back home, it really wasn't coming off that way in PR. Lilly was getting weird. She started getting mad if she thought a guy--or girl, especially a girl--was looking at me. If I left the room, she wanted to know where I had gone, shit like that.

The next day she said, "I'd be really, really upset if I found you with another woman, Alex." And, "I sure hope I'm the only woman in your life, Alex. I am, aren't I?"

And here's one for you: "This is almost like our honeymoon!"

Okay, I had had enough. The nineteen year-old blonde who thought that she knew everything didn't really know shit at all. It's humbling when you realize things like that. I shouldn't have come down with her. She was no longer annoying; she was pissing me off.

She was 32, I was 19. She was married and had kids. I was single and had no desire to even know her kids. If she thought I was her true love, she needed a fucking shrink. If she thought I was going to be intimidated in staying true to her, she needed TWO fucking shrinks.

Luckily, she had friends who had retired to Puerto Rico and they lived about an hour away. So the day after she uttered the "or else" statements, she rented a car and told me that she'd be back around dinner time with the admonishment to "be a good girl, honey."

Translation: "You're little ass is mine, so stay in our room and watch television while I'm gone, got it?"

I went back to our room and called the airlines. All flights were booked for that day, but I got a coach ticket for the next morning. I couldn't stand two more days of this shit. I didn't really feel like I was in danger, though.

I went down to the bar and got a beer while I mulled my next move. My credit card had a thousand dollar limit, and I didn't have enough room on it to rent my own hotel room after buying the ticket.

Then I saw this cute guy I had met our first day there. His name was Tom. He was from Idaho and about start college. What was cool was that his parents had taken him and his sister down there as a graduation gift.

It was so cool meeting someone my age there and we talked for awhile. He was really, really good looking and I confessed that Lilly and I were more than friends. Then I told him what was really going on.

He looked at me and said, "Get the fuck out of here. Let's get you packed. I'll be there if she comes back before you're done. She gave me the creeps the first time I saw her. You gotta go. What does your gut say?"

"It says to run, I already have my ticket. Maybe I'll just sneak out in the morning," I said.

Tom said, "No, you should get your stuff right now." He convinced me, and soon escorted me up to the room. I changed and packed my bags while he stood guard. She wasn't due back any time soon, but Tom wasn't taking any chances.

I left a note telling Leslie that I had gone home and not to contact me ever again, that if she did, I'd tell her husband and her school everything.

Tom said, "You can stay in my room. I'll sleep on the couch. Then I'll drive you to the airport in the morning."

I hated bothering him so much, but I really didn't have a choice.

I was happy to accept his offer, with one exception. "Thank you so much. But you're too big for the couch. I'll sleep there."

We went to his room and he went out to dinner with his parents. After, being the cool guy that he was, he brought me a burger and fries for my dinner. He didn't want me to go out, and was genuinely concerned about me.

I slept on the couch that night, and I slept well.

What, me in a hotel room with a cute guy and no fucky-wucky? Honestly, I really wasn't in the mood. Tom had a girlfriend back home, and while that usually doesn't make a difference to me, I didn't want Tom to regret meeting me in the future. That wouldn't be the way to reward his friendship.

The morning came and we got showered and dressed and he escorted me down to the family's rental car. But that wasn't all. He waited with me while I checked in and walked me to the security area.

We exchanged addresses and promised to keep in touch. I thanked him for everything and gave him a big hug. He smiled and said, "From now on, be careful who you meet in bars."

I laughed and said, "Yeah, I think I've learned a few things."

This guy was pure class. He didn't help me so he could get laid. He had a girlfriend he loved. He just helped me because he liked me and wanted to help. Some people are just like that. He was a good guy, and I hope his girlfriend knew that.

He watched me go through security. But he didn't leave. He waited until my flight was boarding. As I walked onto the plane, he waved, and I waved back and blew him a kiss. He pretended to catch it and put it in his pocket. LOL

Then I saw him walk away.

I got onto the plane and looked around. I was safe. No Lilly. I breathed a sigh of relief and buckled my seat belt and enjoyed my flight home.

I got home and called Brian, and he picked me up and drove me home.

"So, you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. Embarrassed. But okay. Should've listened to you guys."

He laughed and said, "Yeah, but chalk it up as a learning experience."

"Yeah," I said, "I've learned not to be such a know-it-all."

He pulled into an In N Out so I could grab and burger to take home. When we were back on the road, he said, "Mind a couple of more suggestions?"

"Fire away."

"Take a self-defense class," then he dug into his pocket, "and carry this with you." He handed me a little spray canister of Mace.

"This is illegal, you know."

He laughed again. "So what? If some asshole mugs you and you spray him, he's gonna sue?"

Good point.

He continued, "If you're going to keep, uh,...."

I helped him out, "Fucking around?"

"Yeah," he said, "that. At least try and be more aware of people, you know. Use your brain more, be aware of everything. If you're going to play, play smart. Don't be reckless."

All of the advice was great. I started carrying the Mace in my purse and took some self-defense classes. Thankfully, I never had to use them, but just knowing how to defend myself do a world of good for me.

And most importantly of all, I learned if it quacks like a duck, and walks like a duck, IT'S A FUCKING DUCK!

Or whacko. Whatever the case may be!

It all made sense, though. I mean, if I wasn't a reckless student or reckless at my job, why on earth should I be reckless with my personal life? That's when I really learned that managing your personal life was even more important that managing work and school.

Anyway, I went into my room and my answering machine was lit up like the Vegas strip. Gee, guess who?

Yeah, her.

I won't go too much into detail, but the words, "bitch", "slut", "tramp", "whore", "ingrate" and others were sprinkled in liberally through several messages.

I went ahead and changed my number and never worried about her again. She didn't know where I lived (I was always very guarded about that with everybody) or exactly which Claremont College I attended. I never mentioned Acme.

I did stay away from Robbie's for a few weeks. I hit a couple of other local places, and always made sure I was careful that Lilly wasn't around. I never did see her again.

She never hit me. She never threatened me (well, outright). But there was something not quite right with her. I hope she got some help, but I doubt it. Maybe she just went back to being mom, teacher, wife.

Who knows?

Some pics. I really loved Puerto Rico!

We found a secluded spot on our 2nd day there and had a little fun!

Some of Lilly. Gorgeous woman!

Sharla and Evan

Me riding Evan. One of my hubby's favorite pics!

You know that I've made mention many times of my Black Book Girls--the girls in my little black book (actually, electronic organizer, but that just doesn't sound all that cool!). I haven't posted too many entries on there yet, but I hope to change that this year.

Anyway, I just posted an entry on Sharla, this cutie-puss I saw in Chicago from 1995 to 2003, in my Black Book Girls section.

Sharla was much, much more than just another BB girl, though!

Anyway, in June of 1999, I emailed her to see how she was doing (she had been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis a several years earlier). She wrote back and explained that was going through what she would call a "down period", where her movement was limited.

I called her up and we chatted a bit. Sharla, being the totally sweet and selfless person that she was, explained that she was okay and things would get better. But that she was worried about her husband, Evan. She was worried because sex wasn't really an option for her in her current condition.

Evan was about as nice and selfless as his wife, which is saying something. He knew that she had been diagnosed with MS when he married her. He simply did not care and insisted she marry him.

So I told her not to worry, that Evan knew that there would be times when sex wasn't going to happen. So she kind of hedged and beat around the bush before saying, "Well, maybe you? You fool around with different guys? Evan really likes you. I told him to go out and find someone, but he won't do it. He might with you. Alex, I don't know when I can take care of him again."

I really liked Evan. I liked him from the minute I met him. The first time I met him, he left so Sharla and I could play and I wouldn't feel intimidated by him watching.

The next time I met Sharla, I told him to watch. He watched for awhile and then left. After Sharla and I finished, I asked her where he went. She laughed and said, "To jack off."

So the third time, I told him to stay and jack off while he watched. He did. Very hot!

Still, I was kind of surprised when Sharla asked. "Alex? You there?" she said and then laughed. She continued, "I know it's crazy, but we love you. I know I can trust you. Let me know, okay?"

So we chatted for a bit and I told her I'd call her the next day. I talked to my hubby and he thought it was a great idea. Evan was good-looking and nice and he knew I would be in good hands, so to speak.

So the next day, I called Sharla and told her I'd love to do her hubby. She was thrilled and we made plans for me to come over the following Tuesday.

The following Monday, I flew into Chicago, checked into my hotel, and went to the office. I ended up working until late that night. The fucking office trainer there up and left without notice and I had to fill in that week. And that meant familiarizing myself with the material for the class that was to start the next day.

Anyway, Tuesday went smoothly and I grabbed some dinner (Burger King, and yes, I did fucking have it MY way!). Then I relaxed for a few and then grabbed a shower. Then I pulled on some jeans and a sweatshirt and headed over to Sharla and Evan's place.

They lived in Oak Park, which was a short drive away. It didn't take long before I was at their place. I have to admit, I was a little nervous. I rarely get nervous when it comes to sex, but this time I was.

All Evan knew was that I was coming to visit Sharla. He had no clue. I knocked on the door and Evan greeted me with his usual big smile and told me to come in. He gave me a hug and we went into the living room. And there sat Sharla in her wheel chair.

"Like it?" she asked. "Ten miles to the gallon!"

I hated seeing her in that chair. But I had to laugh and I leaned down and hugged her. Evan got me a diet coke and we all chatted for awhile. Finally, I looked over at Sharla and she smiled and nodded.

That was my cue.

I got up and walked over to Evan, who was sitting on the couch. I stood right in front of him and smiled. He had a confused look on his face and said, "What are you doing, Alex?"

I just smiled and said, "Nothing."

Then my sweatshirt came off. Then my bra. He just sat there, his eyes wide open.

I said, "Shall I continue?"

He looked over at Sharla, who smiled and nodded at him. Then he looked at me and nodded.

Off came the shoes. Off came the socks. And then off came my jeans and panties. I leaned down and kissed him and said, "You can touch me, you know." He just nodded again.

I sat down on the couch and leaned backward. Sharla said, "Go ahead, honey."

Evan put his face between my legs and started eating me out. And man, he was good. He definitely knew what he was doing. It didn't take all that long before I came. After Evan made me cum, I said, "Get your clothes off, Evan."

He stripped down in record time and I sat up and started sucking him. I only sucked him for a minute or so before I laid on the couch and spread my legs. Evan mounted me and slid his cock in. I said, "Don't worry about me. Just cum when you need to."

He went fast and hard for two minutes. And then he unloaded in me. Even I couldn't believe how much cum he had stored up. I didn't cum that time, and I couldn't have cared less. We laid on the couch for a minute and then heard Sharla say, "That was hot....wow....."

Poor Evan though.....LOL I think he was a little embarrassed. I mean, the poor guy had been plotted against by two blonde chicks! He looked at me and said, "Sorry Alex. I just couldn't hold off." I assured him that he had already taken care of me prior to the act.

Then Sharla said, "Well, then rest up for a few minutes and do her again."

Evan went to clean up and Sharla was smiling at me. "I thought it was hot having him watch us....but watching him with you.....wow.....loved it.....thank you Alex!"

Yeah, she was thanking me. LOL

When Evan got back, I said, "Well, I better clean up real fast if you want another round." I figured they needed a quick chat and I really, really needed to clean up. When I got back, I said, "So, Evan, she tell you everything?"

"Yeah. Might've been nice to know beforehand, though!"

"You never would've agreed to it," Sharla said.

Later on, we all headed to the bedroom and Evan and I went at it again. And again. I ended up having several more orgasms that night. The guy was just fantastic in bed.

I went over Wednesday and Thursday nights as well and got more of the same treatment. I'm pretty sure that didn't "catch him up", sex-wise, but it came pretty close. I also made it over later Friday night after a business dinner with the field office's management team. I ended up just staying the night, sleeping on a guest bed after fucking Evan.

I got up early Saturday morning--around five or so--and left them a note saying how much I enjoyed that week, and how great they were. I didn't want to wake them up.

I got my clothes packed up and checked out, grabbed some breakfast at McDonald's and headed to the airport and caught my plane home. I grabbed a quick nap on the flight home (business class rules!).

Over the fourteen months of so, Sharla was mostly limited to her wheelchair. I kept in touch with her as I always did. And every time I was in Chicago, I'd go and visit her and have fun with Evan while she watched. When I wasn't there, Sharla took care of him in other ways.

It was fun. I knew he was disease-free, so I didn't need to use a condom. Like most people, if I don't need one, so much the better is how I feel.

In August 2000, I opened an email from Sharla. It read: "I'm sitting down as I type this....but I COULD stand and type it if I wanted!"

Awesome! She had started going into remission a few days earlier and was feeling much better. I called her and we talked for awhile.

One of the truly shitty things about MS with some people is that they never know when their symptoms will appear, nor do they know for how long they'll stay. Sharla had had one extended period before then, and it had lasted "only" for a few months. Only....what a word. LOL

That always hangs over MS sufferers' heads. It truly sucks. But Sharla was awesome. She worked out, kept herself in incredible condition, and ate as healthy as she could. Never did she hang her head. She never cried. She always felt--and still does--that things could be worse.

A month later, I went to see her again. This time, she answered the door and gave me a big hug. The three of us chatted for a bit when she nodded to the bedroom. So the three of us went in and Sharla and I started going at it. And Evan sat in the chair and watched.

Sharla was on her back and I was going down on her. I raised my head and looked at him, and smiled and said, "Get off your ass, get your clothes off, and join us. Don't argue. Don't tell me that us fucking was just until Sharla got better. Get over here."

Sharla propped herself up on her elbows. "Do it, honey."

Evan came up and fucked me from behind while I ate Sharla out. Then Sharla and I switched positions. Man, I love threesomes.

I continued to see them when I could over the next several years. Sometimes it would be the three of us, and sometimes it would be just Sharla and myself, if Evan was out of town. Sharla didn't have any relapses during that time, thankfully.

But in November 2003, they moved back to Alaska. They were originally from Fairbanks. It sucked, but they wanted to go home again, and you can't blame anybody for that. Actually, I can't blame anybody for wanting live up in that beautiful state!

I'm still in contact with them. Sharla's had another relapse that fortunately was much shorter and is still doing great. They are super-duper-awesome-fantastic! They have a couple of ladies that play with them on a regular basis, now.

Yay for Sharla and Evan!

I love you guys!

Great Pic Of Me And Jerry

Remember me mentioning that Jerry had business interests in Nashville?

He made it down a couple of months ago and I met him there and spent the night with him. Don't ask HOW he was able to take that picture, but he did!

Can I work the reverse cowgirl or what? LOL