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rding motives.
For instance both Leanne and Karen come from closed minded right winger families; that were homophobic, and whose Dads were never home, either on a long distance truck route or always away on some sporting junket.
Leanne's Mom was both supportive and understanding, promising to keep from "Dad" her secret, the decision to be an avowed lesbian, after being saved from rape at fourteen.
The boys thought it sporting fun dragging her into their locker room, and got carried away while pulling her pants down. Fate was on her side; the athletic director came and interrupted them, he actually had to defend himself until the group scattered. Leanne had confessed her attraction towards girls long before the episode at school. I am ashamed to admit a certain tingle of arousal as she related her temptations to, as she said, "touch the privates", of her friends that attended her slumber parties but did not because she knew that trouble would follow.
Karen on the other hand shared a similar family life but was always trying to seduce any boy that would sit still long enough. She went from one disappointment to another with each new fling. One day she was attacked at school but managed to fend off her attacker, and swore off relationships, even the one-night-stands. Therefore, until she met Leanne, Karen was celibate, and completely self-reliant. Karen confessed to being a lot like her dad, a very domineering person. She actually started to cry briefly as she said that she had trouble controlling it and at being eternally grateful that Leanne was and wanted to be submissive. She told me that she had never wanted to have sex with another woman, until she met Leanne. She was both ashamed and intrigued by her feelings and very confused at first.
Leanne asked me to dinner at "The Boot" again, and asked if it were possible to scan the two days of shoots while we ate, suggesting that we take an early dinner. I assured that I could show them on a DVD-player and that I would bring a portable player and monitor. I was still trying to digest all these little bits of vitally important information, just to have a vague idea of the dynamics of these two people. After all that is all they really are, just two people.
Dinner was early, seven PM. I got there just after six to setup. The girls were already there so we just started. The waiter popped the wine and set it out to breathe. As I set up the video show, all of us ordered before dinner drinks. I handed out note pads and remotes to the girls, so they could stop or go back whenever they wanted, and started the slide show program. I set it to run in sequence with a ten second delay and show title mode. We made it through our drinks and the salad and bread, to the main course, then to the dessert and on to the sweet port. Slowly we coursed through our dinner. We laughed at many of the shots and they grimaced at all of them jokingly. Ohing, ahing, and saying that one is nice or that one was silly and how funny that one was.
I was truly touched by how much they both acted like women, at times impossible to tell them apart. We did not see the full show when Leanne hit pause, and looked at me saying in a warm voice, "We are not afraid of you or embarrassed by you. Are you afraid of us, or just shy?"
"No, not at all. I feel privileged that you have let me into so much of your life. I just don't want to make you uncomfortable." I assured sincerely, "I've come to know the two of you a little and like you both!"
"We can't decide on what to keep and what to delete." Karen remarked whimsically then asked, "May we keep this disc, and if it isn't too much trouble could you put a couple of photo arrays together? We will look at them in a few days."
"I burned that CD-RW for the two of you, so you can change the order and delete the ones that you do not want, or just vote by pressing the asterisk key for however many stars you want it to have. I have the shots on my hard drive and backed up on another disc, so don't worry about losing anything." I said confidently and assured, "I can go through them and put together a couple of photo arrays for your perusal."
Then Leanne sat next to me and put her hand right on my thigh, looked at me smiling and said warmly, "I think it is time for our first rehearsal." Then she giggled softly. I think she surprised herself.
My heart pounded in my throat as I struggled to speak; here I am trying to put them at ease when I'm the one that is a little tense. I cleared my throat then took a drink of my port and affirmed, "If you want we could do a shoot, I have all my equipment in the car." It was the wine keeping me from having a heart attack. In the back of my mind I knew we were getting close to the "intimate" shoot, that is why I was packed and ready; spontaneity is so important in the art world.
I was being put in charge of two of the best-kept secrets on campus and soon I would be the one telling the story. It was then I knew Karen was the oldest and the alpha mate, but Leanne put the drive into their sex. Karen walked behind me and started massaging my shoulders while Leanne just let her hand rest on my thigh and put her other hand on mine.
I couldn't help but muse for a moment, here we have two people in a same sex relationship, Karen the masculine influence, the decision maker, the driver, the business person, she actually ordered for Leanne after asking her what she wanted. Then we have Leanne the feminine influence, submissive in every way, she was keeping the human warmth alive, quite clearly, she kept their sex thriving, and when it was time for sex, she knew how to make Karen think it was her idea.
We sat there for a few minutes when Karen whispered, "don't worry we won't be too hard on you."
Leanne asked Karen to settle up, I sensed a little urgency in her voice. Karen rang for the waiter, and in a few minutes, we were on our way. We arrived in separate cars and left in separate cars. I was about to learn what went on behind "their" closed doors.
I remember thinking how the levity in Karen's assurance that they weren't going to be "too hard" on me made me laugh a bit and relaxed me. I remember the drive how I thought that at any second now a rock is going to fall from the sky and crush me. My heart even started beating faster from the fear, rather than the expectation of a night never to be forgotten; I even found myself looking up into the sky. I followed them, as I had no idea where we were going.
The speed limit was fifty but we were going between thirty-five and forty. The slower speed helped me to relax and even start rehearsing in my mind a possible train of events. The drive was no more than twenty minutes, yet we were out of town. We pulled into the driveway of a small house. I grabbed my two briefcases and pulled my light trees and panels out of the trunk. I remember thinking how glad I was that I had planned to record the dinner, as part of the exposé but didn't, so I was ready.
They offered to help carry, so Karen toted the light trees and panels. Leanne got the laptop and box of tripods and I had the two cases with my four camcorders and two Nikons. I had to go back to the car for the box of interfacing cables. It only took an hour to set up and network the camcorders to the laptop. When we were ready, I remember starting to shake and stutter a little. Then I just stopped and closed my eyes and concentrated for a few seconds. I was able to become, "the cameraman", it was the only way that this was going to come out good.
"Karen? Who initiated the physical relationship?" I asked frankly.
"Leanne was the first to touch me and kiss me." She recounted calmly, and smiling pleasantly.
"How long have the two of you been in love Leanne?" I pressed.
"For me when I first saw Karen, my whole body turned warm. I knew then that I was glad I was sharing the room and wanted much more." Leanne warmly explained.
"For me too; but my upbringing caused me some trouble so I spent a little time in denial. I think I may have even been rude a few times." Karen joined in.
"You were but I knew where you were coming from, so it didn't bother me." Leanne interjected and pried, "And you what about you, why haven't we seen you with a girl friend or two? Are you gay?"
"I guess that is a reasonable question. I am not gay or bi, and I am not closed-minded either. I have enjoyed sex with quite a few women. As for not having a girlfriend now well my proclivity towards stealing pictures of people in embarrassing situations, or perfectly candid moments has cost me the last two relationships. I'm surprised that someone hasn't said something to you. How long have the two of you been sharing your love?" I asked trying to look at them both.
The two of them looked at each other then looked at me and said in unison, "More than three years for the two of us. We will graduate this June, our meeting for the first time anniversary is in September and November eleventh or twelfth is the anniversary of the two of us having sex for the first time and affirming our love for one another."
"Yes we slept in each others arms the whole night." Karen purred with a blissfully reminiscent smile on her face.
Just then, Leanne giggled mischievously and whispered loud enough for me to hear, "Can I tell him please?"
"Noowa!" Karen said insistently her face glowing a deep red.
Back and forth they went a few times, sending my curiosity over the top till Karen relented, "Okay it isn't that bad I guess, any way we kind of laugh about now anyway."
So Leanne struggled with her giggling to gain some composure and between the slowing giggles began. "That night after we went to the bathroom, settled in, and went to sleep, towards dawn the sky was starting to get light, Karen turned over onto her other side and I snuggled to her back. I reached around to hold her to me, and my hand went right to her clitoris. It was a subconscious act, but when I touched it again I wanted to hold it.
"I knew she was sleeping and thought that I would go right back to sleep myself. Any way I contentedly started to massage it as I waited to fall asleep. After only a few minutes I guess, it sprang to life, and Karen started moaning as she slept. I am very mischievous by nature so I found Karen's sleeping arousal intriguing and so I kept going, careful not to wake her. Her legs started to kick in a twitchy way and she clawed the air with her hands, she started to sweat and call out in a garbled way then gasped. Karen's body went limp, except her clitoris, it had become very hard. She let out a long sigh, and that is when it happened, a torrential gusher of urine." They both burst into uncontrollable laughter, with tears streaming from her eyes Leanne continued between roaring laughs "My god! I thought; what pressure and again she gushed and it flooded."
Then Karen burst in laughing with, "I guess I taught you a lesson."
The two of them sighing and laughing, obviously their stomachs hurt from laughter. Then Leanne snickered, "I have never to this date seen or heard anyone pee that hard. It flooded past my knees", sighing she added, "Yea Karen just kept sleeping like nothing happened."
The three of us mused several minutes on that hilarious story sipping wine and giggling to our selves. Then I started in with the questions again asking, "And to the both of you. Do your parents know yet?" "My mom has always known, but Dad still hasn't a clue. He would explode!" Leanne answered then mockingly added, "No daughter of mine is queer and then look at mom growling, this must be your fault."
"My parents know that Leanne is my friend, they just don't know what kind of friend." Karen explained and added, "They are old fashioned and not very open minded. I doubt that they would adjust to it very well to be polite."
"Leanne. What did you do first?" I pried.
"I gave her a massage."
"Was Karen sitting or standing?" I pressed farther. I knew that soon they would start reliving that time. Therefore, the more interest I showed to details the better for stirring memories.
"She was sitting in front of the PC. She had been typing some sort of program that was being difficult." Leanne said in a rueful tone as she remembered how sore Karen's neck was.
"I remember I was just finishing", Karen paused, smiled and ran her fingers through Leanne's hair, looked at her warmly then started again. I closed my eyes and could see it as Leanne started recounting their first time making love, and learning that they loved each other.
"It was late, and Karen was working on a computer project, the fifth in a long series of programs for her "Artificial Intelligence" class. With a sigh, she ran the initializing program right before midnight, and worried that there was still a bug somewhere because the screen prompt didn't come back on."
""Oh well", Karen sighed, "I aced the first four…" She groaned as she straightened up in her chair, stretching, trying to work out the pain that had built up in her neck over the past three hours sitting at the computer."
"Boy, am I glad I had nagged mother into buying me a laptop computer. At least the distractions from other students are minimized. She could relax here she thought, pitying the poor suckers who had to sit in a lab all night; listening to the air-conditioning ducts rattling, other students talking, or the college PCs crashing in the middle of their projects. As she sat there, pleased with herself."
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