The next morning, I paid Frau Beyer a quick visit for checking her temperature before leaving for college. I kissed both buttocks but had no time for further activities. I had trouble concentrating. I had flash-backs of her buttocks, of kissing them, of her moist and warm vagina. It was embarrassing. I felt like people around me could read my mind, could know abouy my depraved thoughts. Of course, it was silly, but I was not the most rational of girls at the time. Had I not been having my period, I guess I would have wet my panties at some point during the day.

The evening temperature check went as the day before. Then, without need for me to request it, Frau Beyer rolled on her back and spread her legs. I was more confident and set myself to work. When I inserted a finger, she said that I could use two. Two! But, indeed, her vagina easily welcomed my fore and middle fingers. What a difference with mine! After her climax, I kissed her goodnight.

One more day of this peculiar relationship followed. This time, when I had a finger inside of her (I did not dare penetrate her with two fingers without an explicit request), after a while, she requested me to press in the direction of her navel. I did so while still moving my finger. She eventually climaxed. I mention this because, as I was very inexperienced, I took notes of things that “worked”. Recall that I no idea what was to be done with a vagina, except that the penis moved in and out, and even that I had not seen or experienced myself. I wanted to please.

The next morning, Frau Beyer no longer had a fever, but she was still weak. When I met her in the evening, I did not know what demeanor to assume. I no longer had a pretext (taking her temperature) to meet her in her bedroom. Again, there was an elephant in the room… it know this sounds absurd. We went through a couple days like that, acting as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened; but I know I would glance at her in longing, and I had the impression that she was reciprocating.

It took all my courage to say “Frau Beyer?” and to look at her, and soon my eyes were down, aimed at my feet.

“Call me Ulrike.

— Ulrike…?”

Ulrike did not further tease me. She came to me and wrapped her arms around me, holding me close to her, my head against hers. It was delicious. Then, she kissed me on the mouth while caressing my neck. I knew boys and girls did so, but I had not had that experience. It was intriguing to feel her tongue touch mine. She caressed my back, I caressed hers. She caressed my buttocks… Our hands were soon everywhere. She giggled and I saw her beautiful smile. “Let’s have dinner, shall we?”

While we were taking the dishes away and washing them, she made contact several times with me in a loving manner. Later, after we had both brushed her teeth, we again held ourselves tight and kissed. Ulrike then held my hand, and we walked towards the stairway. I felt like a bride being led to the nuptial bed by the groom. She had to leave my hand as we climbed up, but she again took it when we entered the bedroom.

Ulrike again kissed me, and then proceeded to undress me. It was the first time that I was naked in front of her. My period had ended, so it was sans panties as well. She admired me, pronounced me beautiful, and invited me to get under the covers so as not to catch cold. I then watched her as she undressed and untied her hair.

Ulrike’s breasts proudly held themselves. I found her curves lovely. She was a bit plump but not fat; her habit of cycling when running errands probably kept her fit. She soon joined me under the covers, and immediately our hands ran over our bodies. It was an incredible sensation for me. I caressed her, petted her, kissed her in the neck, masturbated her, pushed my finger in her, and so she did to me (except that, of course, she had to be more cautious about her finger, due to my tightness). She went under covers and kissed my breasts, my stomach, and then invited me to go on my stomach so that she could kiss my back. At some point she was laying on my back as I was pressed face down on the bed, then she raised herself a bit and teased my anus with her finger. In nomal times I would have found this disgusting, but it just pleased me.

She made me climax with her fingers. We cuddled a bit (that’s something I had soon learned: after her climax, one wants some time of tenderness), and then I reciprocated. We then stayed together for the night (I did not even think about going downstairs to wash my hands, and neither did she), cuddling before sleep. I felt in love. I was in love.

It was weird to wake up in the same bed as another person… in the same bed as a lover. Ulrike was asleep, and I needed to pee. I went downstairs. When I came back I woke up when getting back into bed. She cuddled with me and we both went back to sleep. I was in heaven. Fortunately, this was a Saturday, so no classes; and this was one weekend when I was not supposed to come back to see my parents.

In the morning, we cuddled some more. Then she spoke:

“Maria, I think you should know some things about me. When I was your age, I was having feelings towards girls that we are supposed to feel only towards boys. It was not something easy for me. I even tried to go out with boys, and it did not work out. I don’t blame those boys, they were not the problem, I was the problem.

I went to live in Vienna. I thought that things would be easier in the capital for a person like myself… Big cities are anonymous, in a way, and perhaps there would be opportunities for encounters that I did not have here. I was working in the publishing industry as a translator and editor and was in contact with literary circles, which, at least some of them, are less conservative than the rest of society. Of course, it was not easy to find another girl… another girl such as myself. The fact that homosexuality was illegal did not help, even though, I think, they were more after male homosexuals than after females. You know, females, what could they do together without a penis?”

At this point she giggled, with her cute smile. And I giggled too, for we had spent a number of days doing a number of interesting things without a penis.

“I met a girl, Greta. We began seeing each other, then we spent the evenings or the week-ends in each other’s place. She sometimes spent the night. Unfortunately, we were perhaps not careful enough. I started getting anonymous notes alluding to my “depraved behavior”, to my “perversion”, hinting that they would tell my family, that they would tell the Police. I have a common surname, so finding my family was probably not so easy; but the Police was another issue. The stress was too strong, and we broke up.

It’s at this point that my parents died in a tragic car accident… as though one heartbreak was not enough. I and my brothers herited our parent’s estate; there was the issue what to do with the house. Well, if even Viennese society did not want of a young woman who loved another young woman, maybe Linz could do with a prudish Christian lady. We settled the financial matters and I came to live in this house, in my parents’ house… my youngest brother had anyway left the nest a year before. I adopted the persona that, I assumed, pleased your mother: that of a good church-goign Catholic, dressing conservatively.

I still was working as a translator, editor, and at times ghostwriter, and registered as a reader in the city and the university libraries, since at times I had to research information. I realized the university library had information on topics that as sexuality, including homosexuality. I noted one day that there was a young woman that too was consulting these books. I met her again another time on campus. We ended up having coffee together. Hilde was a nursing student. Her pretext for reading such content was that she should be prepared to see patients with mental issues (homosexuality was considered both a crime and a mental issue). To cut a long story short, we soon understood that we were of the same inclination; and we fell in love.

I was however determined not to fall in the same trap again. Everything had to look proper and respectable. Hilde thus came to live with me as a lodger, which she explained to her family as cheaper than renting a flat on her own. I myself could tell my family it was easier financially for me like that. In public, she called me Frau Beyer, and we never had any gesture of affection. We did not go out together. She had her own bedroom, and so on. We maintained a façade of respectability.

I was relieved when in 1971 the law prohibiting homosexual relationships was repealed. I however found it more prudent to continue hiding the fact that we were indeed a couple. I was living in my home town, people knew my family, and even though homosexuality was no longer illegal it was still widely shunned. The strain took a toll on our relationship. Furthermore, Hilde wanted to have children, which obviously I could not help with; and she feared the clock would run out for her. She left me. We’re not on bad terms. Nowadays, she’s engaged to a surgeon from her hospital. I suppose she’ll soon be married and hope she will fulfill her wishes of children.

I thus resolved to rent rooms. As I was unsure what it would be to live with a stranger, I put out an advertisement only for one room. You came. I… you were such a nice girl, I enjoyed your company. When you had your little constipation problem, I originally intended to propose paraffin oil to you; but then I realized I had forgotten to resupply myself. I then wondered how you would react to an enema. I… well, you know, Hilde was a nurse and she used to give them to me if I had issues.

So that’s my story. And this is why I would like us, at least now, to continue the pretense of a normal life of lodger and landlady with respect to outsiders. I hope you understand.”

I understood.

“And now for some more fun.”

Ulrike started feeling me again. The story of the anonymous letters had somewhat saddened me, but her cheerful caresses and kisses soon soothed my mind and aroused me. At some point, she took a cushion from the bed, kneeled on it and motion me to come to her, then spread my legs. I thought she wanted to have a look at my vulva, which I would not blame her for, for I had done the same a few days before. And indeed she did, but after that her head moved forward and I understood she wanted to kiss me there.

Remember, I had been raised with the idea that my genitals were dirty and smelly, and should be touched only for wiping and washing. The touching part, I had got over, but the idea of a kiss there embarrassed me. I instinctly pushed her away.

“Did I hurt you?

— No… but this is dirty.

— This cute little vulva is dirty? Little Maria fears she smells of pee-pee?

— Ulrike, don’t mock me.

— Dear Maria, I apologize. I should not have made fun of that. But, you know what…”

Ulrike went to her dress and put a dressing gown on. I thought I had vexed her, and stared at her sadly. She took another dressing down and handed it to me, kissing me on the cheek. “Put this on, my dear.” . I obeyed.

She took me by the hand, and took me to the bathroom. There, she undid my gown and removed her. She took me into the shower and started washing me. She took special attention of washing my genitals and my backside (“this way, you won’t get embarrassed”). I then took my cues fom her, and did the same to her. We dried each other.

Then she took me back to her bedroom and again knelt on the cushion. I spread my legs in front of her, and she licked me. The sensation was different from the fingers. She was holding my thighs with her hands. At some point, her finger teased my anus (“at least it’s clean”, I thought). I climaxed.

After some cuddling, Ulrike asked if I wanted to try using my tongue as well. I was a bit intimidated, but it would have seemed both selfish and cowardly to deny her the same pleasure that she had just given to me. I assumed the position on the cushion, had a good look at her privates, and started licking. Her clitoris and labia were soft under my lips. I liked that. At some point, I brought two fingers and stuck them in her vagina. Then, I pushed upwards, as she had taught me. She shook and I felt her vagina squeeze my fingers.

I felt brave, and licked my fingers after pulling them out. I liked the taste of her sanctum.