KUMA: Happy Anniversary by True

by
True Virgo

Part 2

Well, I went on into the shower. She turned around and sensually admired my body. She concentrated on my muscular back, and my breasts that are quite large, but still perky. She licked her lips again. That did it! I was ready to go. I wanted to feel her, to taste her, to smell her. With me being as aggressive in the bedroom as I am, I was ready to try out being with a woman, and see if I could succeed in making her feel better than anyone else. So, I smiled shyly, and began kissing her neck.

She cooed, saying, "Oooh! That's one of my spots, and you found it already!" I continued on. I really enjoyed her sweet noises, and the taste and feel of her ever so soft skin. Wow! Women are so soft. Then, she suggested we finish washing ourselves and continue this adventure in the bedroom. We finished the shower, and she put on this lotion that was totally intoxicating. I was so excited! I practically leaped for her. I became quite the aggressor.

She laughed at my eagerness, and said, "Hey, take it slowly. You're not with a guy. Slow is better. Sex can go on for hours, and hours. We are not in a rush." She led me to the bed, and gently lay me down on it, saying, "I want to show you how to love. Just promise me that you won't fall in love with me."

I looked at her like she was crazy! Fall in love.with a girl? Unheard of! I sarcastically said, "I think I can handle that!" She took my hand in hers and gently brushed my arm with her hand while kissing my lips. She continued sucking on my bottom lip and sending 5000 sensations into my heart. "Mmm," I cooed, "that was such a great kiss. The best I've ever had."

"Shh, Baby, just relax", she mumbled, "I'm about to show you all kinds of great things. You will never want to turn back. Do you think you can handle that?" I nodded, "Show me." Then, I breathed out, "Show me everything".

She kissed my forehead, then my nose, slowly moving down to my lips, this time inserting her soft tongue into my mouth. We touched tongues, connecting as one, passion spilling into every movement. Then she smiled and playfully licked my chin. I smiled back and thought about what a beautiful person she was. She kissed my neck, and I tried to hold her, but she held my hands down with hers, and told me not to move. "I'm in control of this, Boo. Just stay still and let me love you."

She continued her voyage down my body and kissed my erect nipples. She took her hands and massaged my breasts with a gentle touch. I got wetter and wetter with each kiss on my body, but when she put her lips on my nipples, I almost came. She had a way about her; I don't know how to describe it. Then, as she noticed how excited I got, she put her hand down on my vagina, and she felt the warm wetness my body exuded, and she pressed her body closer to mine. She gently inserted her finger into my yearning hole and pumped it slowly, then began to get harder and harder. I was bucking back at her in appreciation to her giving hands.

As I was riding her hand, I started kissing on her neck, she sighed, "Ooh! I love that! I'm getting so wet, Baby. Touch me." Man, that was all I needed to hear. I maneuvered my hand down to her sweetness and felt how soft and wet her area was. It was so awesome to feel that! I was surprised at how soft it was. I kept touching her and fingering her and feeling the warm wetness.

Then, I moved off her hand, saying, "My turn. Relax." She looked at me and saw the seriousness in my eyes. So, she obliged my yearning to taste her, and lay back to enjoy. I started at her breasts, and sucked her large and protruding nipples, first hard, then gently. She moaned in appreciation. Then, when I was ready to taste more of her magnificent body, I slowly but surely made my way to her womanhood, and I nibbled on her swollen clit. It was so juicy and tasted so good. I couldn't believe how natural being with a woman felt. I was truly enjoying every minute of it.

"Ooh, Baby. You're doing fine. Just fine. Man, I love it! You're so good at this already", she moaned. All I could do was take more of her wetness into my mouth. I could feel her body tensing up. I knew she was near her climax. That knowledge just made me work harder and more intensely at pleasing this queen. That was my new goal, and it sure worked. She had a great orgasm. Her body quivered and she had little spasms that made her rise up. I held her and stroked her hair as she finished her tremors. She was so beautiful. She finally calmed, then said, "Wow! You're a pro already! That was so good. Now, I am going to make you have your first orgasm. Are you ready, My Love?"

My Love? That was such a term of endearment I had never heard before. It made me feel warm and toasty inside. She began kissing me again, and intensified the wetness I already felt. It was really exhilarating! I was relaxed with her and felt so `normal'. She licked around my inner thigh, which made me squeal because it tickled. I was impatiently awaiting the thrill I was going to get from her tongue. I think she sensed it, because she playfully said, "It's going to be ok. I know what you want. I promise I'm getting there."

All of a sudden, her tongue lapped my lower lips and wiggled its way onto my clit. She hit the right spot. the exact spot that makes me loudly moan. I didn't have time to be embarrassed, because she went right in for the gold! She inserted her tongue into my hole, and pumped me, nibbling on my clit with her teeth as she made love to me. I rode her tongue so hard; I think I made her cut her lip. But, she kept on going until I let out a scream and uncontrollable body quivers.

It was so intense that she had to hold me and rock me. I started crying uncontrollably, and just buried my head in her chest. I was so happy. My first orgasm. She just held me and comforted me. Then, she began kissing me softly, wiping away my tears. Soft kisses slowly became sensual kisses.

Eventually we started round 2. We made love for five hours, got up to get some food, then came back to the room for more. Against my will, and against her wishes, I fell in love with her that first night. She held me so tightly. We spooned, and we slept like that, holding each other. When we woke up, we were still attached. And you know what? She didn't leave me like others. She wasn't married like others. She didn't lie to me like others. We were together. And, I was happy. So, I was a lesbian. Just like that. And I never looked back.

Unfortunately, Deshea and I didn't last like I had wished. I mean, we were together 24/7, and we talked hours and hours on the phone if we were separated for a day or so due to work. We were actually in a relationship; my first real relationship with anyone, let alone a girl. And it was so nice. I let it overwhelm me. I gave 110% of my heart to her. I was the femme, who was aggressive behind closed doors, but in public I was the submissive one. She was the tomboy, very pretty, and the domineering one when it came to decisions and plans. I loved her to death. I forgot my promise not to fall in love with her, because I fell heart first in love. I couldn't pull back.

That's where the problems started. We spent every moment together, and even worked together. So it was difficult to differentiate between my life and hers. I breathed her life into mine. I cared more for her than for myself. I bought her all kinds of things. I bought her a laptop, and a Tag Heuser watch. I also paid for so many things for her. I sold a valuable heirloom just to give her some money that she needed. She never knew what I went through for her. She never asked me for the things, either. I just gave them to her. I think instead of trying to sex her into loving me like I did with the men, I was trying to buy her love. We went on vacation together and I met her family. They fell in love with me, and I fell in love with them. It was wonderful. I just knew that we would be together for the rest of our lives.

Boy, was I wrong. It lasted a beautiful 2 years, and then she was told that she had to transfer to another base. That was the absolute saddest time of my life. She soon became easily irritated with me. She acted as if I was a burden on her. Now, it's possible that we just saw too much of each other, and perhaps I was too needy and selfish with her time, but I loved her. I cared nothing for my well being and everything for hers. I didn't know what to do or how to act.

She broke up with me. She told me that I just wasn't attractive to her anymore, and that I was too involved. She blamed me for falling in love with her, since she specifically told me that I shouldn't. What was I supposed to do? The beautiful Deshea introduced me to this world. I lived for her; breathed for her; ached for her. I didn't know how else to feel. I went crazy. I called her crying everyday for 3 months. I didn't eat for 3 weeks straight, and I had to be go to the hospitalized for it. I had to go talk to a minister, because I felt I wanted to die, as if dying would make it all better. I was in bad shape.

During this process, Deshea transferred bases. She was gone to Alaska, and I was left in Thailand for another year, looking like a defeated fool. I was alone again, this time with a new way of living my life. I was left alone and gay and in the cruel world, and in the secretive society of the military. And I went nuts. I didn't have anyone to talk to. Who would understand? No one knew about me. I had no one. I lost who I considered to be my best friend in the world. She was all I knew.

It took me a long time to get to the point where I could talk to people again. I spent all my time in my home, staring at the walls or reading. I had to coax myself into becoming me again. It was so hard. I never thought I would have the desire to go anywhere or do anything, but I did. And, I eventually went out. I went on the Internet and started trying to find others like myself. It wasn't hard. There are many chat rooms and websites that list "family" members that are in need of companionship. That's where I met Jazz. She's cool. We hit it off right away. We actually started out trying to be together, but found friendship was much better for us. Now, we are really tight. We're almost like sisters. with a twist. We started going out to lesbian clubs. We found their locations on the Internet, and picked the ones that had women of color.

One year and two months after my big breakup, and a transfer to Arizona, I had been with 2 women, just to get Deshea off my mind. They were just simple flings. They were nothing to me, and I was nothing to them. It was just sex. But the ploy to get her off my mind didn't work. I looked for her qualities in everyone. I yearned to be with her or someone exactly like her. Since neither was possible, I remained unhappy. Now we come to where I began my story. One year ago today. I was sitting there, chillin' in the bath, just loving me.

When Jazz called and said she wanted to go out, I looked at my couch, checked the TV Guide, and then thought about the pros and cons of going or staying. I found no cons, except that I was kind of tired, so I chose to go with her. Somehow, Jazz didn't have one doubt in her mind that I'd hang out with her that night. I had been without any company for about 2 months, and let me tell you, I was feigning. I needed some lovin' and bad.