Dawn tells David of her first lesbian affair and her participation in a study of how culture helps to determine sexual orientation.
Excerpt from Dawn's Story:
Without a word, Becca took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She backed me up to the bed and had me sit. Having sex with another person was new to me. I’d had sex one time before this, with a man. This time it was with a woman, and the newness of the experience was exciting. I didn’t know what I should do, so I did nothing. Becca had taken control and I left it at that. In fact, not knowing what would happen next was erotic in itself.
Kneeling in front of me, Becca removed my shoes and socks, took each foot in turn and bathed it from ankle to toes with her wet warm tongue. Then, she spread my knees, leaned in and sniffed the crotch of my jeans. “Mmmm! You smell so sexy.” Then she opened my jeans and peeled them down over my hips. I did a wiggle or two as Becca took the bottom of my pant legs and pulled them the rest of the way off.
Again she knelt between my knees and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. My front hooking bra was next. Peeling the lace cups away one at a time, Becca planted a wet kiss on each breast in turn, then sat back a moment, taking in my naked chest. My heart was racing and I’m sure she could see its pounding flutter in my throat. Removing my blouse and bra the rest of the way, she added them to the growing pile on the floor.
As Becca’s eyes wandered over me, I was surprised to find myself comfortable, even excited, having another woman look at my body with lust. At last she leaned forward, kissing me wetly on the mouth, her tongue exploring. I knew there was no way to stop this now, even if I wanted to, and the gnawing at my center told me I didn’t want it to stop. Becca leaned back and, looking directly into my eyes, took a long, deep breath through her nose. My heady arousal was thick in the air, and as Becca inhaled deeply, her half-lidded eyes told me she was enjoying my scent.