Holiday Greetings

Posted on 2008-Apr-3 at 09:06 - Post Comment

My name is Jenny. I just made love to another woman for the first time in my life, and of all the things in
the world, I have a single Christmas Card to thank.

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You see, I’ve been divorced for around four years. In that time, I haven’t had sex with anyone. Sure, I’ve
played bury the fingers and have my assortment of toys, but, after my divorce, haven’t felt comfortable
with anyone to bring them into my bed.

This year, as the annual collection of Christmas and holiday cards began to clutter up my mailbox, I
received, out of the blue, a card from Jenny, my old college roommate. Jenny and I shared our freshman
dorm room together and then moved into an apartment the second year. After graduation, I stayed in town
and got married while she moved out west. Eventually we just lost touch with each other.

Seeing her handwriting on the card shocked me; it had been at least five years that I’d heard from her. I
opened the card and read the little not she wrote. At the bottom was a phone number in area code 212 and a
plea to call her.

I sat in my living room going through the rest of my mail thinking of Jenny. Jenny was a beautiful girl:
Tall, blonde, with a striking figure of which I was always envious. She was also bisexual, and often brought
home other girls to our apartment. It never bothered me; it was part of the college experience. She and I
never did anything together then. In fact, we never even kissed.

But as I sat holding her card, I realized how much I missed Jenny. I don’t know if it was a longing for her
or more for the simpler days of college, but my heart pounded with a strong sense of emptiness. The more I
thought about Jenny, the more I found that I wanted to see her.

And the more I wanted to see her, the more I wanted to kiss her. I looked at her handwriting on the card and
found myself moistening between my legs. I slid my free hand underneath the elastic waistband of my
sweatpants and underwear and softly massaged my pussy. Gently I massaged and pressed and touched until
I brought myself to a delicious orgasm that shook my entire body. Then a reached over and dialed the
phone and called up my old roommate.

She answered on the second ring and we talked for hours. The next thing I knew, I was on a plane flying to
New York to see her.

I arrived and Jenny picked me up at the airport. She took me back to her place and moved me into her guest
room. I took a shower and got dressed to go out to dinner. We went to a small little caf caught up on all
the old times that we’d missed. Then we went back to her small house.

We sat in her living room and talked as we drank a bottle of wine. Finally, a gathered the courage to ask her
why she had never made a pass at me in all the years we lived together. I asked her why, with the other
girls she brought home, hadn’t she ever asked me to bed. I asked her why we never even kissed.

She turned towards me and put her hand on my knee. Then she brought her face next to mine and kissed me
softly on the lips. She said that she always wanted to, but was afraid that I’d say no. I looked into her eyes
and told her that I wouldn’t say no now. I’m sure my face was red; my heart was racing and I kissed sweet
Jenny back.

We kissed gently and tentatively at first, but then lost each other in a torrid battle of tongues. Her hands
were all over my chest, groping and massaging my tiny breasts. I put my arms around her lithe body and
tried to devour her. My entire attention was focused on her and she was all I wanted in the world.

Jenny broke our kissing to whisper that she thought we should go to the bedroom. I nodded nervously. I felt
like a virgin again, excited and anxious. We walked, hand-in-hand, back to Jenny’s room where she, after
so many years, invited me into her bed.

We undressed each other. It surprised me the difficulties I had unhooking Jenny’s bra. I’ve been unhooking
them for years, but always my own and never in the attempt to disrobe a lover. We kissed as our clothes fell
to the floor and I saw Jenny naked for the first time. Her body was beautiful, long and tan. Her breasts were
perfect: small and firm on her chest.

We fell onto the bed and Jenny pulled my head to her beautiful breasts. I kissed and sucked them hungrily.
Our hands were all over each other, and as I drew Jenny’s little nipples into my mouth, I felt her hand snake
down to massage my pussy. She rubbed me gently and I felt my moisture all over her hand.

The anticipation was delicious. Foreplay with my ex-husband was never so wonderful. My entire body was
weak and I felt dizzy and drunk as we touched and kissed each other. Then Jenny pushed me onto my back
and kissed down my stomach and I felt as if I was having sex for the first time.

She lovingly kissed my nether lips, sending electrifying shocks of pleasure through my entire being. It was
so tender and gentle and wonderful. Then she began to circle her tongue around my hard clitoris and I
began to climax. I came and I came and I came. Over and over Jenny’s tongue drove me to the heights of
passion only to push me over the giant orgasmic cliff. It felt like she spent hours between my legs, eating
and kissing me to orgasm after wonderful orgasm.

Finally I couldn’t take anymore. I wanted to please her, to pleasure her, to give her the same delicious
climaxes that she had been so wonderful to share with me. I rolled her onto her back and kissed her
beautiful body. When I got to her pussy, I didn’t hesitate a second. It felt right and beautiful and I tasted
another woman for the first time in my life. She tasted delicious and I used my tongue to bring her to
orgasm after orgasm.

We kissed and touched and made love to each other for hours before finally falling asleep in each other
arms. When I woke up, I realized how much I loved Jenny, how much I had always loved Jenny. When she
woke up, she looked at me and told me how much she loved me. It was, like Jenny herself, perfect.

I plan on staying through Christmas and then flying back home to pack up all of my belongings. I’m going
to move out here and live with Jenny and I’ve never been so happy in my entire life. I’m going to frame
that Christmas Card and we’re going to hang it in what is going to be our bedroom.

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