A New Kind of Loving

I'm sorry I haven't been keeping my journal up to date. I've been very busy with examinations, with my new loves, and on top of that, things have been really awkward at home. My Mum learned somehow that my Dad had been having an affair with Rose. I heard them arguing about it last Monday - followed by the front-door slamming as Mum walked out. And for quite a few days after that confrontation the atmosphere in our house was really tense, especially as I think my Dad thought it was me who had told Mum. Anyway, things have now started to return to normal. Mum is back and my Mum and Dad have been having some really good sex over the last few days, better than I've heard them having for a couple of years. I don't know what secrets they have revealed to each other, but Dad's infidelity has certainly brought them a lot closer together. At the weekend, I could hear them doing it until about five o'clock in the morning on two consecutive nights. Every time I thought they had finished with each other, I would hear Mum moaning again as he entered her for yet another session. The headboard of their bed rhythmically slapping against my bedroom wall as they came to another climax. And so with Mum and Dad in "love" again, I've had quite a bit of freedom to go out when I want without having to answer lots of questions. Whenever I've seen Dad trying to get Mum aroused again by putting his hands on her bottom, or up her blouse, I've made an excuse to leave the house, and I think they've been glad to see me go. No suspicious questions. Just a cheery, "ok, take care, Marty". And whenever I've glanced back at the house from the bottom of the road, I've noticed their bedroom curtains already drawn. On Tuesday night, taking advantage of my new freedom, I spent the whole night with Rose. She called in work to say she was sick. I'd told her what had happened between Mum and Dad, and that I just had to talk to her. It was really nice to spend a cosy night in with her, telling each other intimate secrets about our love lives, and then to finally cuddle up to her in bed. It seemed so natural. I suppose I used to think that there was something really sordid about girls loving each other, but this experience was altogether different. We spent hours just kissing each others mouths and then, as the heat rose, our breasts and nipples. And then, in the middle of the night, I felt Rose gently exploring between my legs with her tongue. We've now talked a lot about sex. Rose has given me advice on how to attract Ed. Because, despite being attracted to Rose, I still want to have a love affair and have sex with a man. I suppose I secretly still miss the urgent sex that I used to experience with Carlo. Anyway, on Friday, I had a chance to try out Rose's advice on Edmund: and it worked! Rose had suggested that I get Ed to help me pin my panties and bras on the washing line, and then to leave plenty of "girlie" things around my room. I always used to ensure that my room was really tidy when anyone came inside, but on Rose's advice I left it untidy this time....panties on the floor, my short skirt on the bed, and my stockings that I wear for church and work at the head of the bed. Another naughty friend of mine had also suggested that I change in front of Ed. I didn't think I would be able to do this at first, but with my back to him, I was able to summon up enough courage to do it. Although, I suppose my unsatisfied sexual appetite also helped. I told him that I was going to get ready to go out. We'd planned on going down to the beach, so I said I'd put some shorts and a t-shirt on. When, as a perfect gentleman, he went to leave the room, I told him he'd better stay just where he was, in case my Mum came back. I took everything off, my heart pumping with excitement, and then bent down to pick up my clean knickers to let him see my bottom and kang-kang. At that moment I was able to glance in the bedside mirror and was able to see Ed, now obviously exicted, standing right behind me. I turned round, our eyes met, and that was enough. We kissed, gently and tenderly at first, and then more urgently. I unzipped his pants as if this was the most normal thing in the world. I have to confess that I was surprised at my new found boldness. His penis was hard and fully erect, and I rubbed it up and down with slow, firm strokes. It was slightly sticky in my hand, and I assumed this was him already getting ready to release his fluid. So I urged him onto the bed, guided him into my kang-kang, and within minutes (or was it just seconds), I felt his fluid shoot into my vagina. I could feel it reach the very top in its urgency to reach the neck of my womb. I guess some people might say that such an initial encounter was a disappointment. I'm sure Rose would. She has had such a lot of lovers. But I have no intention of telling her the secrets of my first time with Ed. For me it will always be special. For me it was rather wonderful. He entered me again, just as the sun was setting, and it was slower this time. But again I felt that sensation of his fluid joining with that of my kang-kang as I rode him on the bed.