I met Lana 12 years ago, when I was working in her office as a temp, and we stayed in touch after I moved on. Lana came over for coffee, a movie, sometimes dinner. I enjoyed her company, and her zest for life.

When we met, she was engaged but in a dilemma. She explained to me that she was afraid of hurting her future husband because of her desire to be with women. She had told him about this, and he had said he didn’t mind, that he was willing to accept her as she was.

Then came the day when Lana confessed to me that the woman she was most interested in being with was me. I was floored. It wasn’t as if I had enticed her or led her on in any way. After she made her confession she begged me not to be upset. Actually I was flattered, and more than a little curious.

I didn’t want to say yes immediately, so I told Lana it was okay, that I wasn’t offended, but that it was a sensitive subject and I’d have to really think about it. I asked her all kinds of questions about her feelings and about what she thought had made her the way she was.

Lana said she’d first been intimate with a girl in college, and though she had dated a lot of boys, she still found herself desiring women. But she’d never felt as strongly about anyone as she did about me, and she really wanted to explore her sexuality with me. The fact that I was in a heterosexual relationship didn’t bother her.

The idea fascinated me, but I couldn’t bring myself to admit it right away. It took two months of “persuasion” before I gave in. All the while I was inwardly screaming yes!

When the day finally arrived, Lana and I drove to a hotel where she had reserved a room. She had brought a large duffel bag and from it pulled out a pair of black satin sheets, with which she remade the bed. I was impressed. She had also brought sexy nighties for both of us, which she laid across the bed. Mine was white, hers black.

She fished a jar of maraschino cherries and a couple of candy bars out of the bag. Before I could ask her what they were for, I was rendered speechless by the assortment of toys and dildos she pulled out next and put on display. One of the dildos was double-headed; one was a vibrator with bumps on it which pulsated when it was turned on; yet another was a life-size and very realistic-looking rubber cock, truly abundant in girth.

I could only marvel.

“Let’s take a shower,” Lana said. “I feel sticky.”

I was self-conscious when I first took my clothes off in front of her, but once we stepped under the steaming water my inhibitions seemed to drop away. She lathered me thoroughly from my toes to my hair, including my throbbing crotch and the crack of my ass. For a brief moment I thought she was going to slip the bar of soap in my pussy, but she didn’t.

While the water cascaded down my body, rinsing me off, Lana caressed me. She washed herself quickly, then returned her attention to me. While we stood under the streaming water, she sucked my breasts, then pulled me close to her and kissed me softly. Her tenderness intensified my already aroused desire. I kissed back.

Out of the shower, we toweled off and put on our nighties. Lana produced a bottle of lotion and said she wanted to give me a massage. We put some towels on the bed and I lay down on them. She rubbed my back, arms and neck, gently rubbing the soothing lotion into me. Then I turned over and she did my breasts, stomach and thighs.

By the time Lana got to my knees, I was a quivering mess. She reached up and squeezed one of my boobs, then traced my lips with her fingers, which I kissed. With her other hand she stroked my thighs. I felt her fingers brushing my crotch. My legs, almost of their own volition, opened wide, and I arched myself up to her.

Lana smiled, then slowly slid two fingers in my love hole. Catching my breath, I pulled her down to me and we kissed with fervor. I was as turned on as I had ever been, totally excited by what Lana was doing to me. Her fingers played magically inside me, occasionally rubbing against my clit. I was begging her not to stop, and the more I begged, the more aroused I became.

I didn’t notice that Lana had reached for the life-size rubber cock until I felt it pressing against my opening. She teased me with the head for a while, inserting it about two inches, then pulling it out, then licking it and reinserting it.

While Lana fucked me with the dildo, she licked my swollen clit. I was getting close to climax. She knew this, and stopped. When she pulled the toy out, I almost wanted to slap her. But then she took up the double-headed dildo and inserted one end in her vagina, clasping it between her thighs. I lifted my legs onto her shoulders, and she entered me — slowly, purposefully, with long strokes, moving gently for a while, then pumping away with a ferocity I really enjoyed. My thighs were spread as wide as they went, and in ten minutes I was shouting and coming with utter abandon.

Later, while we lay side by side, I lit up a cigarette. I asked, “So what are the cherries for?” and she said, “Just finish that damn cigarette and I’ll show you.”

I crushed the cigarette out and threw myself on top of her, then said, “All right, show me now.”

Lana laughed and rolled me on my back, kissing me the whole time. She took the jar of cherries and poured some of the juice on my vagina. It felt cool. Then she tipped a couple of cherries into her hand and inserted them in my pussy, stem and all, pressing them in farther with her tongue. She proceeded to suck, lick and nibble my pussy and my clit until I was moaning and writhing with delight. When she had me out of my mind with lust, she sucked the cherries out, pulling each out by the stem with her teeth and eating it. After which she went back to eating me until I climaxed really hard.

I lay there satiated and spent, and didn’t even have the energy to ask about the candy bars. Of course, I eventually found out about those!