Besides, everyone assumed Mary and I were a number because they saw how receptive Mary was to my fingers on her boobs and my lips puckered just for he... lovely sweet face untouched by cosmetics of any type. In truth, I had only gotten to first base with her and her below-the-waist region was a “no man’s land” of mystery and sheer speculation.We had gone through a short period of fear when she missed her period after our tent frolics that summer but it turned out to be a false positive and she. I'm Iris Periwinkle, mid-thirties, no Prince Charming for me. Not because I'm picky, because I'm a lesbian. After showering, I put on my still-clean-from-last-week bar clothes; gray cotton leggings, Kentucky Wildcat pullover, blue Nike sneakers along with black push-em-up, push-em-up, way-up bra, and matching bikini panties in case I get lucky ( guffaw... I make myself laugh sometimes.)Walking into the noisy Stagger Inn, a honky-tonk bar full of honkeys, no one greeted me with cheers a la. “Where did this come from?” I ask.“Your partner brought it.” She gives me a cheerful smile. “It’s very pretty. Did you buy it for a special occasion?”“No,” I reply. “I’ve had it for awhile.”She nods and walks to the door. “Your partner will be here in about half an hour. I’m sure you want to look your best, so I’ll let you get cleaned up and changed.”I shower and finger comb my hair, then let out a short gallows laugh when I realize how much I resemble the woman in the glass casket. There are. " I hugged her back, telling her I wanted Rachael more than Lyn, but I wanted Lyn, too.Lyn's arm circled Rachael's waist, and hugged her, and we ended up with our arms around each other, feeling warm and close.Rachael smiled at Lyn, then a different, softer expression for me. "When I was with William, I knew he wanted me. I didn't want it and it and didn't seem right. When I'm with you..." Her voice trailed off. "The other night in bed, I did what Katie told me about. For the first time in my.