Episode 109 (1) A special girl friend
Nowadays, 2016, things are very different from when these events took place
and we have hesitated to even include this Episode at all! But to complete
this Journal, here it now as. Just as it happened all those years ago and
just as I wrote it just a few years later. So no apologies -
here it is, 'warts' and all:-
Lucy, very willing and very amenable, would even like to be tied up and tortured! (so she said.)
I had soon discovered that living at the Nurse’s home near the Hospital where I was training led easily to relationships developing between student doctors and nurses like myself and, as I must admit that I noticed with some fascination, between nurses and nurses!
Some of the young doctors seemed to find me interesting, though none that I noticed seemed to extend that interest to my mackintoshes. One that I went out with a few times did not appear to notice that I wore my bottle-green mackintosh one evening, then my blue Austrian one a few evenings later when it didn’t look like rain on either occasion, then dropped me soon after. As usual, I suppose, I frightened him off in other ways. I knew that I was a little too intense, or as Jos once described me, ‘brisk, efficient and sexless’!
However, more excitingly in some ways, one or two of the older nurses showed an unusual interest in me – one even said I 'exuded a sultry sexuality'! If only Jos had heard that! Another said that I was ‘Junoesque’, which appealed to her no end. I didn’t know whether to be flattered or not until I looked it up. A bit different from my old school friends, who had been known to refer to me as Boadiccea – much to Jos’s amusement. Needless to say it was my height again and, worse, I was beginning to fill out a bit – not scrawny (another Jos’ism) any more, and if that particular girl thought I was ‘regal’, then I would be so …..and so I decided to try a relationship. It would be a change and I can’t say the idea didn’t attract me. Perhaps I appealed to a particular type who was attracted to not only other girls but to a domineering type as well, since I may have omitted to say, I know I can also be rather overbearing at times!
I have mentioned earlier that one of my childhood heroines was Georgina, the tomboy of Enid Blyton’s ‘Five’ adventures. In one book, she (Georgina that is) says “I’m George. I hate being a girl, I won’t be. I hate doing the things that girls do.” However, over the next year or so, although I did have a few liaisons with other nurses, I couldn’t get too enthusiastic over any of them. Again. none of them gave any signs at all of being interested in my more especial predilection for rainwear. I leant a lot about lesbian's goings-ons though although, happily for Jos, I realised I had no real lesbian leanings. Only if, I guessed, they too were interested in mackintoshes.
But no luck in that respect for me
- unlike these two lucky girls ...
So back to the reality of my truthful account of my losing certain further aspects of my youthful innocence
in the relationship of certain girls for other girl
.......Except one! ............... One day, Lucy, a probationary nurse, just finished training at the nursing college and with whom I had already been out to the cinema and to other casual treats, said that she did not want to run an errand to the other end of the hospital because it involved going outside and it was pouring with rain. She hadn’t a mack. In my usual bossy manner, I not only offered her the use of my blue Austrian mackintosh which just happened to be to hand but, without waiting for a reply, fetched it and helped her into it. It was rather large for her but I zipped it up, took the belt out of the pocket and whilst she tied it in place, I zipped the hood into place and guided her out of the door.
She said later that she knew something was starting then and she too found the idea exciting. Obviously I had unwittingly shown the rather special excitement I myself felt when suddenly finding myself dressing another girl in my favourite mackintosh.
I soon found myself more often alone with Lucy than I had noticed before and those usual girlish things began to happen. Eventually, cornered between a bedpan washer and Lucy, I lied to her that yes, I liked girls just as much as men and even more so if they understood my ‘hang-up’, as I put it, with mackintoshes.
“Ah!” Lucy said, “I knew it from the way you dressed me in your nice blue one that day you lent it to me.
You can be a little bossy at times, you know” They do keep on! (It turned out to be a loaded statement on her part!)
That evening in my room, I told Lucy all about it and explained my own special method of relaxing by wearing just my mackintosh with its rubber lining. But very little about Jos, of course. Yes, she did indeed have an old rubber lined raincoat at home. Since I appeared to be interested in such things, she would fetch it that very week-end and she could at least try out what I had managed to get round to proposing as a relaxation therapy – having a hot bath and then relaxing in the cool rubber of a mackintosh.
She was as good as her word and the following week showed me her mackintosh. As I am a fanatic, I will describe it. It was dark blue and made of material that resembled corduroy and, being lined in blue rubber, was quite a heavy and good class material, which is probably why she still had it. It didn’t have a hood.
Things happened quite rapidly after that. Lucy was several years younger than me and was fairly immature in personal relationships. I found I had to work quite hard to overcome her shyness as well as mine, but I won’t go into all that side of things here. I had learnt quite a lot from a few previous special girl friends about more normal lesbian sexual arousal techniques. They certainly outshone my previous, probably reluctant, boy friends, and Jos, for that matter.
As at that Fancy Dress dance, I did find that the odd sip of gin helped me to take the lead in matters in which I was still relatively inexperienced.
So, as I will describe, I had found at last someone to become, albeit sometimes reluctantly, a confidante to my odd inclinations. The first evening we arranged together in my flat, I had no gin to hand but I had put on my blue mackintosh over a sleeveless dress and Lucy, realising at last that I meant what I had been saying, put on hers, albeit with an air of grim determination. We sat around for a while, but I’m afraid it was my enthusiasm that waned.
However it was Lucy who suggested the next meeting and I suggested drinks to help us relax. One thing we had agreed was that neither of us was very experienced in what we were undertaking.
Again we dressed in our mackintoshes but this time after stripping down to our underwear, the easy bit as it turned out, as I believe she really was growing to like such things and perhaps wasn’t entirely putting on an act for my benefit.
We stood side by side, giggling girlishly and generally getting shyer rather than bolder. It was me who eventually suggested we just stand back-to-back to avoid looking at each other, not to speak or giggle but to hold hands and see what happened. I could feel her through the layers of mackintosh and we gently rubbed our backs against each other and then, suddenly, by a common impulse, we turned around and kissed each other, mouth to mouth. That spoilt the magic and we broke apart. She said she wanted time to think and I hurriedly agreed.
It was a week or so before anything further took place and, needless to say, I gave it more thought than the other casual affairs that I had had with girls. By sheer coincidence I had found a book in the library by quite a well-known author, which described a lesbian relationship in some detail and really gave me some ideas, so I decided to proceed with the affair and see what happened.
Lucy obviously thought the same and we met again in my flat one weekday evening, our third adventure into the world of lesbianism. Straight away I sent Lucy into the bathroom to have her ‘relaxing’ bath and after a while, I undressed and suggested that I would give her a bath as practice for dealing with handicapped patients. The usual silly giggling followed over this and I made it a reason for going out and getting our mackintoshes. I slowly buttoned and belted myself into mine, hanging hers on the back of the door for the time being. I washed her back, in the way my mother and probably her mother had done in the not very far distant past. Then I went and fetched a pillow, placed at the end of the bath and persuaded her to lie back with her head on it. All to help her relax, I said as I wrung out a face flannel in cold water and placed it over her eyes. Up to now, including the pillow, it was as in the book I had read. The cool face flannel wasn’t and my nicely rustling mackintosh certainly wasn't.
Then, carefully explaining what I was going to do to her first, I lifted each foot gently out of the bath and washed it – pretty thoroughly since the next move according to the book, was to kiss her feet! I made a start on one foot, tickling the sole with my tongue. Instinctively, Lucy jerked her foot away but then pushed it back for more. I took her big toe right into my mouth and ran my tongue round it and between it and the next toe (as I said, I had washed them thoroughly!) She sat up suddenly reaching out for me but I gently pushed her back. The face flannel had fallen off and I fished it out, wrung it out again in cold water and replaced it over her eyes, this time moulding it firmly into place.
As I did so she murmured that if I was going to do that to her feet again, I would have to gag her as well to stop her from squealing out loud. She was proving to be an apt pupil. At her word, I spread a small towel across her mouth and between her lips, and suggested she should bite on it. She raised no objection, far from it since, as I rustled in my blue mackintosh back to the end of the bath, she raised one foot ready! More tickling of her soles, more tonguing around her toes and her feet were fighting each other for my attentions as I now knelt at the end of the bath. Her hands were under the bath water and between her thighs massaging herself in an unladylike manner. I must put a stop to that, I thought. Or should I? I let her go on a little, one foot still in my hands exploring with my tongue and her other foot started to caress my face in a clumsy but not unattractive way. She seemed to be trying to place the sole of that other foot actually across my own eyes, so I moved my head slightly and pressed against it, one eye against the heel and the other eye towards her wriggling toes. I wondered if, being several years my senior, she was simply trying to prevent me from seeing what her hands were up to!
Suddenly it all happened – to her, not me!
See next page for continuation!
Or even these two?
But not as this photo, found by Jos, who says this is how he would like to see me and Lucy.
(I'm coming on to her!)
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