I had known Katy all her life and she was always a curious girl, sneaking away from her parent’s house to hide in my back yard. She would play with my kids even though mine were a few years older than her. She grew up to become a stunning blond with a sharp mind and a bright future. As I look back, there were never any signs of what was to come but I am glad it did. Now I am a new woman, born from the ashes of a bad relationship and failed dreams. I could say that Katy changed my life, but that wouldn’t be right, she is my life now.
It all began last summer when she came back from collage. Her parents were a bit worried about her failing German which I thought didn’t matter much. Then again, her parents were perfectionists and wanted her to have straight A’s in all subjects.
One day her mother, Helen, came over and knocked on my door. I saw her through the kitchen window and she saw me, a smile and a wave before I went to open the front door.
“Hi, Gretchen, do you mind if I come in?”
I let her in and we went into the kitchen. “What can I do for you?” I asked while lighting a cigarette.
“It’s Kate, she is failing German, and I was wondering if you could tutor her?”
“I’m not sure I am in the right mind-set for that right now.”
“I know the split with Michael was hard on you and you need time to be alone and try to figure out what you will do next, but I beg you, just a few times a week would be fine.”
Thinking about it I realized it might be good to do something different so I wouldn’t walk around the house thinking obsessively what I had done so wrong that Michael had left me for another man.
I was born in Munich but moved to the States with my parents when I was fifteen and I still remember my German and I kept in contact with friends and family back home.
“Sure, I’ll do it. Have her come by tomorrow morning at nine.”
Helen gave me a hug and then left. I finished my cigarette and felt good about becoming a tutor. After all, Katy was such a wonderful young woman.”
*****
Katy began to come over twice a week and we worked hard together and after a month she was much better than when I had started with her. I was very pleased with my work and so was she.
One day, I was sitting at my computer typing away at one of my erotica stories when she walked up to me. She had been sitting on the sofa memorising verbs.
“What are you writing?” she said.
I blushed but decided I should be honest with her. “It’s a new hobby I took up after Michael left. I write erotic stories and post them on line.”
“Oh, you never seemed very erotic to me and I have known you for most of my life.”
She sat down on the desk and her skirt slid up showing of her creamy skin. The sun shone in through the windows and lit up her face, making her clear blue eyes sparkle.
“Well, I guess I’m not, but I can still write about it.”
“What kind of stories are they?”
I leaned back in my chair and said, “What do you mean?”
“Do you write about straight sex, lesbian sex, gay sex or any other genres?”
I was surprised at this since I didn’t think she knew much about erotica.
“I guess I write about straight sex, that’s what I have experience with. How come you know so much?”
She giggled. “The internet, I had a boyfriend and he was into porn and I guess I learned a bit from him.”
This made me laugh, it was hard to imagine Katy with a boyfriend or any man for that matter. To me she would always be the little girl in pig tails.
“Wow, a boy friend? You sure have grown up,” I said.
“I’ll be twenty-three this summer.”
“I know, I was just teasing you. Are the two of you still together?”
She looked a bit sad when she said, “No, he graduated this year and moved away due to a work opportunity.”
I put my hand on her thigh, the skin warm against mine. It was meant as a kind gesture but it felt much more intimate, neither of us spoke and I guess my hand lingered on her skin a bit too long because she jumped down and walked back to the sofa.
I sat staring at the computer screen wondering what had just happened. I had never ever felt anything like it before, it was something that came deep from inside me, something forbidden, dirty, raw and it made me feel ashamed. It wasn’t hornyness or attraction it was more primeval than that.
Later when Katy was about to leave, I hugged her good bye worrying that the same feeling would come back but it didn’t. I watched her walk across the street to her house and at one point she turned and I could swear she winked at me. I quickly closed the door and leaned against it taking deep breaths, what was happening?
I was watching the news when my mobile chirped and when I looked at the screen I saw a message from Katy. There was an attachment and when I opened it, it was a photo of her thigh. I almost dropped the phone in shock. There was nothing pornographic about the picture just her naked thigh from the knee up to her panty line. There was no text, just the photo.
I quickly deleted it and then went back to watching TV but it was hard to concentrate, the soft curve of her leg, the creamy skin came back to haunt me. I just couldn’t get it out of my mind and when I went to bed the image was still in my head.
And that’s how it began. Every evening she would send me a photo of a body part, the swell of her breasts, her fingers, a foot, the curve of her ass, but never of her pussy or nipples. I didn’t want to delete them so I kept them in a hidden file on my phone. When she came over for her class she never mentioned the photos and I never brought them up. I figured she thought she had sent them to someone else and mistaken my number for the other person’s, but by the third time I had realized this wasn’t the case. They were meant for me.
“Gretchen, can I ask you a personal question?”
Katy was on the sofa and she was supposed to read a text and then translate it. I was at my computer trying to write.
“Mm, what?”
I didn’t listen too hard to what she was saying since I was concentrating on my writing.
“Don’t you miss having sex? I do, my pussy feels so empty now that I am single.”
My fingers stopped moving and I slowly turned around. “What did you say?”
She looked up from the book. “I said, I miss having a cock in me.”
“Katy! Don’t say that, it’s not right.”
She put the book down. “What? I thought you were an open minded woman, you write erotica, and not like my uptight parents.”
I wasn’t sure what to say; I had nothing against the word cock, but hearing it from Katy’s mouth which I remembered smeared with vanilla ice-cream and now the image was of hot cum instead, didn’t sound right.
“Katy, I’m sorry, I guess it’s hard for me to understand that you have grown up. And yes, I do miss sex.”
She tilted her head a little and gave me a mischievous smile. “C’mon say it, say that you miss a cock in you.”
I laughed. “Sure, I miss a cock inside me.”
“Good, didn’t that feel better?”
I smiled; it actually did feel liberating to have said it. Writing about other people fucking, sucking cock and eating pussy is not the same as doing it for real. I was always highly sexual and had lost my virginity way too early.
With Michael we had explored all kind of sex even going so far as going to sex clubs. Maybe it was there that he had realized that he preferred cock to pussy because it had been at one of the clubs that I made the mistake of asking him to fulfill a fantasy I had, of him sucking cock.
“I miss Jake’s so much I even dream about it at night,” Katy said.
“But you are such a pretty girl, it should be easy for you to find another boyfriend,” I said trying to sound comforting.
“I guess, but I don’t think I am ready, not for another man anyway.” she said it with a glint in her eyes and I wondered what she meant by it.
“Enough sex talk, back to your translation, young lady,” I said trying to sound serious.
“Yes, Professor Gretchen.”
That night I got another photo and this one was of her pussy. Her lips looked soft as velvet without any pubic hair. I stared at the photo for a long time and then I wrote a response.
“Why the photos?”
“Do you like them?” She answered.
“Not sure, feels strange.”
“I want you!”
“???”
I never got an answer back on my question marks so I decided to have a long and serious chat with Katy the next time she came back.
In bed that night I lay awake wondering what was going on with her. Did she have some kind of late curiosity about lesbian sex? I had never had it, I loved cocks, the emotions that flowed over me as I was penetrated could never be beaten by a woman, I was sure of it.
******
“Katy, we have to talk about these photos you have been sending me.”
We sat in the kitchen and she had just arrived. I had made us some tea and now she sat opposite me looking like she wanted to be anywhere except where she was.
“I’m sorry, Gretchen, I’m not sure why I did it. Maybe I need the attention of someone?”
“Why me, you must have many friends at college?”
She sighed. “I’m not sure, maybe because you are older and I have known you for a long time?”
I was becoming frustrated, what she said made no sense at all.
“Listen to me, you can’t keep on sending photos like these to me, it’s not right.”
She looked up at me and said in a quiet voice, “Do you think I am ugly?”
“No, of course not, but, I don’t know how to explain it, I feel like a second mother to you, and I’m not even interested in women, that way.”
“How can you be so sure, have you been with any?”
“No, but I am sure since I have never been attracted to one.”
She sat up straighter in her chair and after taking a sip from her tea she said, “Tell me this, doesn’t it make sense that a woman would be able to please another woman better than a man, since they both have pussies?”
That’s when it hit me, of course, Michael had gotten a better blowjob from the man than I could ever give him.