My First Reluctant Lesbian and Anal sex

Part1

I moved to Guildford two years ago; John was transferred and I had to leave my job as a secretary for Colson's, a wine importer back in Warminster. I had no real qualifications, but we needed the money from both of us working - and I was getting bored fixing up the new house and window-shopping in the town centre. Eventually John bought up my old nursing qualification - It'd already occurred to me, but I wasn't sure that it was what I wanted now. I'd drifted into the classes at 16, with nothing else to do, and passed the qualifying exams, then after half-heartedly applying for a couple of local posts thrown it all up and worked for Colson's for four stagnant years.

John thought it was a great idea. "Give them a call tomorrow, love", he said, nestled under my arm as we lay in bed that night. His hands were wandering about in their familiar and welcome pre-sex rounds; I lay back, relaxed as he gently turned me on, stroking the outline of my thighs, the curve of my bottom, my stomach. I saw him looking at my nipples under my T shirt - he knows how sensitive they are, what they do to me - and I felt the melting begin in my tummy as he pulled the T shirt up to my shoulders and sucked the nearest erect nipple between his warm lips, tweaking the other between the outside of his index and middle fingers. I lay there passively, as his suction drove pleasure throughout my body, radiating from my nipples, my breath deepening. He lay on his side at my side, now, and I could feel the heat of his cock throbbing against the cool, smooth skin of my thigh. It felt bigger than its seven inches (I've measured it for him!), hot and blunt; I couldn't stop my bottom shifting in the bed of its own accord to turn and press my thighs against it, my breasts against his lightly-haired chest. Now I felt my usual urgent need to be taken by him, to be overwhelmed; my open mouth found his and our tongues talked and chattered. His large hands ranged down over my bottom, first pressing it down to push my delta against his stiff tool, then to part the globes with his palms while running his forefinger lightly over my anus, then down, gently, to make small, gentle circles at the now sticky bottom of my vagina while his other hand tweaked a nipple sharply.

He shifted, pushing me on my back and rising - I opened my legs to him, held out my arms for him as he positioned himself above me - in the half-light I could see the outlines of his cock as it rose past his navel. I would have it- in me - now! At the thought I felt an unbearable sticky itch within me that only his cock could scratch, I murmured, "Put your cock in me, Fuck me!"

With one hand he forced it down, pushed the plump head up and down in my slick entrance, pressed on the hood over my clitoris, then, as if tiring of teasing me, he maneuvered his stiff, vein-ribbed dong, it was stiff, stiff, to the inner channel, then quickly, smoothly, pushed it all, all of the stiff, in my hot, oily tunnel.

Breath whooshed from me as he entered; the feel of the full length of John's cock stretching me comfortably and juicily made me woozy with pleasure: before I recovered I felt the brief intimate slap of his balls against my smooth bottom-cheeks and his hand pulling at my left nipple again. The sensations overwhelmed me, rode me up my pleasure, too many to keep track of. I could feel all his veins in his cock as it pressed in, the pleasure-pain in my soft breasts, his weight forcing me, taking me, the butterball heat-itch in my middle being scratched with his slick, blunt fuck-tool. I gasped out, my hair disheveled, my hands at his chest, my legs wrapped around his bottom, looking in his eyes as he pounded me now, a thin sweat on his muscular body - bigger than me, taking me - his thickness stove in and out, moving my pleasure on, closer to blotting me.

"Cocksucker!" John said to me distractedly, his breath ragged, "Fuck-Bitch". I could see he was approaching his orgasm, and I needed mine - I pushed against him with my thighs, now, and his enraged cock thrust in a little deeper, he slapped against me, and again - my pleasure neared its peak as his thrusts became deeper, longer, His frantic fingers pinched my nipple hard and pulled up on it with a sharp pain - I surrendered to the body-filling waves of ecstasy. "Cunt, Cunt!" his breath gasped from him now, and finally he pressed into me with all his body, and even in my daze of sensations I felt his spunk jet out from his iron cock, into me, filling me, his cock still filling my channel, so full! I held him to me, savoring the completeness, my vacant cunt filled.

Finally he shrunk, panting, and his heated body cleaved off from our mingled sweat and clumped down beside me. Tendrils of pleasure sang me to sleep.

Part 2

Guildford General did have a vacancy for a qualified Staff Nurse, in fact for two of them. An interview was arranged for the following Friday with the ward sister, Angela Leighton, just after lunch. The receptionist told me they'd had dozens of enquiries from an advert in a local paper, so my hopes were pretty grim.

I wasted half an hour trying on various outfits - I settled on a medium-length woolen skirt with a business like creme silk chemise, without the bra - I didn't want them to think I was some old fogey, or whatever.

When I turned up - a little early - I was shown into her little office, and took a seat nervously. Angela wasn't there yet, so I sat quietly with my hands in my lap and tried to think of something else. Muted chatter and the clink and rumble of trolleys outside the open door lulled me, and I relaxed a little. After a few minutes a nurse in her early thirties with her blond hair tied severely back stepped through the door with a sheaf of folders. "Are you Wendy Stanton?" I nodded and rose, "Hello, " she said, with a smile, "I'm Angela Leighton - Angela, alright?" I smiled back. She sat down and leafed through a pile of folders already on her desk. "Right - If I can just get this form...OK." She pulled a pen from her breast pocket.

Wendy...Stanton... - what's your address, Wendy?" I told her and she copied it down. She went on with questions about my qualifications and school history. We covered previous employers, and then she rose and shut the door, and sat down again. "OK, Wendy, that's, so far, so good. Now I have to ask you some personal questions, do you mind?" I said whatever was necessary was fine by me.

"OK." She ferreted out a clean sheet of paper and put the form to one side.

"When was your first sexual experience?" Well, this took me by surprise a little. "Do you mean masturbation, or real intercourse?" I asked. "Well, masturbation counts, I guess," she said, with a gleam in her eyes. "When I was fourteen, then," I said. She made notes on the paper. "Was that when you were alone or - mutual masturbation?" At this a brief flash of memory of Claire flashed by, dislodging more feelings with it than it ought to.

"Actually, it was with my best friend at the time.", I said in a sort of impulsive confidence.

"A Girl, then?"

"Yes," I said, reddening and wishing I hadn't been so honest. Angela gave no signs and made more notes.

"What is your sexual preference at the present time?" Angela looked me straight in the eyes across the desk as she asked. "I can't believe this is relevant" I began.

"I know it seems that way, "said Angela in a warm tone, "but trust me, Wendy, it's very relevant to this job. But if you don't want to say..." she let it hang. "Heterosexual.", I said. "Exclusively Heterosexual." I added. Angela nodded sagely and gave me an appraising look that covered most of my body. I looked down in confusion to see my nipples erect through the silk chemise. I blushed and looked in the corner. Angela coughed and the questions turned to my history of diseases and allergies.

Finally, she finished and we both rose. She gave me a warm smile. "I think you've done very well, Wendy; we'll be in touch." I felt her eyes on my body as I left. Were those questions for real, or was she some kind of lesbian?

Part Three

The 'phone rang on Tuesday morning - it was Angela herself. "Hello Wendy! I'm very pleased to say that we've selected you for one of the positions!"

"That's great," I said, pleased. "When do I start?"

"Sooner the better, I think" said Angela. "Why don't you come to my house this evening and I'll take you through an idea of your duties?"

She gave me directions and her number in case I got lost, and I said I'd be there for nine. I had a long bath that afternoon, and in the middle of it remembered that John was working late tonight. I wrapped a towel around me and called Angela at the Hospital to ask if she'd mind picking me up, although John would probably be back by the time we'd finished and could drive me back. She was only the other side of town, anyhow. "No problem, Wendy, No problem" she replied, "See you at nine. I'm really looking forward to it."

Jeez, what did that mean? I was beginning to wonder if Angela was a Lesbian, and she fancied me. All those questions! What did I feel about that? It reminded me of Claire; but that was a long time ago, now. Somehow in my mind's eye my image of Claire seemed to be wearing starch, white linen, now. I gave a little shiver and finished my bath.

I spent the next couple of hours lounging around, getting dinner and watching TV, surprising myself a little with my growing restlessness. I settled on jeans and a T-shirt, and after some indecision, decided on a bra. As nine O'Clock approached, I grew steadily more nervous, and had a glass of wine from out of the fridge to calm myself down.

The doorbell rang at five to nine - Angela stood there in her uniform. "You're ready?" she asked, with her warm smile. I told her I was, shut the door and we both walked to her car.

"I hope it's not too late for you, tonight - it's just it's the end of my shift at 8:30" she said, once we were underway. I told her it was fine, and that anyway, I needed the job badly. We made small talk, and eventually we pulled up at her block of flats. She parked the car, and we got out into an awkward silence. She led the way to her flat, unlocked the door. It was a cozy flat, with rugs on the floor and hung on the walls, ornaments and nick-knacks everywhere. "Make your self at home," said Angela, and went off to make some tea. I made for the sofa and looked around while Angela made tea-making noises in the kitchen. She had some photographs framed sitting on a dresser - there was a couple of a little boy, as a young baby, then at two or so, then one of Angela with a younger black-haired girl, standing in front of a tree shielding their eyes from the sun, and - my eyes must have bugged out - one of Angela and the black haired girl kissing. I looked away, just in time to collect my tea from Angela - she must have seen me looking, but said nothing.

"OK," said Angela, and she began to take me through the shift times, and a quick idea of who I would be working with. I was half listening to her. Running through my mind like a stuck record was "Angela licks cunts." I stared at her lips as she spoke, unable to not imagine them pushed against a moist cunt, her nose buried in the pubes. "Are you free tomorrow afternoon? I'll show you around the ward, and introduce you." I said I was.

"Angela," I said, hesitantly. She gave me her full attention with her green eyes. "Can I ask you a question

She said nothing in a way that was an assent. "Are you... erm, do you prefer... other women?" I croaked out, reddening.

"You mean, 'Am I a Lesbian'? What made you ask that," she said in an even tone, giving nothing away.

"Well, the questions you asked at the interview and, the... picture over there..." I indicated, and ground into an embarrassing silence. "I'm sorry," I began, "I shouldn't..."

"Yes" she said, cutting me short. "I am a Lesbian. Women turn me on, I love women. I don't hate men, just prefer women. By a good margin" She looked me steadily in the eyes, I guess I gaped back at her. There was a silence built of cast iron.

The End of Chapter One