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Anne always brushed me off the same way when I proposed marriage; she'd always tell me that there was more about her that she didn't want me to know for fear that it would end a pleasant friendship. I asked her again today, July third, while we were on our way back from the local clinic where we got our periodic HIV screenings; neither of us had had any sexual contacts for six months, but we were scared enough by our experiences to keep going back to the clinic every month. On the way out, we agreed to get together for a picnic dinner tomorrow, before the fireworks on the fourth. I made my usual proposal, half in jest but half seriously, and Anne surpirsed me completely by answering yes. She drove us immediately to the county courthouse. I was still in a daze as she marched us up to the clerk's office and rang the bell. I'd made my usual offer of marriage, but I hadn't expected her to accept on the spot, and her fast followthrough left me reeling. She filled out as much of the form the clerk handed her as she could, then handed it to me to fill out my part. Read the rest of this entry »

"Janet and I were roommates, you know, and we shared our men. We made love together, in the same bed, sometimes with one man and sometimes with more, and sometimes just the two of us. We made love to each other fairly often; at first, we only did it when we shared a man, but it was fun enough that we did it when we were alone together, although that wasn't often." I could tell that there was real regret in her voice, that she'd really enjoyed the lifestyle she was describing. At the same time, I was a bit shocked. I knew that some of the gays in our support group had enjoyed something of a similar lifestyle, but I had a hard time facing the fact that someone I was attracted to was like that. As a result, I stopped my offers of marriage for a month or so, but by the time June arrived, I'd come to face the fact that I liked Anne despite what she'd told me.

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I couldn't imagine what she meant by straight, but she didn't say more until a few weeks later. We'd gone out to a late movie after one of the meetings of our support group, and as we walked back to the parking lot where we'd left our cars, we talked. "It's been a few months since I left Janet," Anne said, "and still, it's hard for me to face it." "You should call her up, talk to her," I suggested. "It's not that," she said, chuckling. "I've been phoning Janet once a week for a while now. What I can't do is imagine me living the rest of my life monogamously or without sex."

I remember one night after we left a meeting of the survivors, Anne gave a good summary of her feelings. "You know, Jeff, there are times I wish I could become a nun, I wish I could live in an isolated world where sex didn't exist." "Why not marry me?" I joked. "What?" she said, stopping me on the street and staring at me. "Like you said at the meeting," I said. "You said you'd always thought that marriage was a trap to be avoided, that marriage would mean the end of your sexuality. Wouldn't marriage be more fun than a convent?" She smiled at me and chuckled. "It probably would, but you're so ..." She paused, her voice trailing off. "Damn it, you're so straight that I'm afraid I'd offend you."

“I guess it’s about the same with me,” I said as I fished in my pocket
for my keys. “How come you still wear the earrings?”

She looked oddly at me for a moment before she answered. “They’re in
permanently; I’d have to cut them to get them out.”

Can you call it dating when neither partner is interested in making any
sexual advances? In March, a few months after Anne joined our survivors
support group, we started going out together. I think we were both
using our relationship defensively; by staying together when we were in
social settings, we could were shield each other from sexual pressure.

She was so different from me, but somehow over the months that followed, we found that we had something in common. We weren't the only straights in the survivors of AIDS group, but mabe the fact that most of the group was gay did help push us together. The first thing we discovered we had in common was an aversion to everything we associated with our encounter with AIDS, and that included sex. A few weeks after she joined our support group, we ended up walking out to the parking lot together after a meeting. It was January, but above freezing, and after the recent cold spell, we both found it pleasantly warm, enough so that we stood outside and chated a bit before we got in our cars to drive home. "By the way," I asked. "I remember you said you did jewelry design; got any of your work to show off?" "Other than my earrings, Nope," she said, and then paused thoughtfully. "It's funny, I used to like flashy jewelry, but since Janet got AIDS ... well, I guess I've tried to avoid being flashy. I guess I'm one of the new puritans the minister talked about at the meeting. It sure sounds odd saying it, though, I mean, my self-image is about as far from that as possible."

While the rest of the group came down on her for abandoning her friend, I admired her. She was stunning looking, if plainly dressed. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail to show her ears, and in each ear, she wore a row of gold earrings that ran from the earlobe right up over the top, as many as twenty in each ear. I still remember Anne's outburst at her first meeting. "Damn you!" she screamed. "Don't you understand? Janet and I," she sobbed, "Janet and I shared all the same lovers." She paused for a ragged breath. "How can I make you understand? See these rings?" She ran her finger over the arc of rings in one ear. "Janet and I had this deal. Everytime we had a new guy, we'd put in a new pair of earrings, one ring for each of us. Now she's got AIDS, damn it, but I didn't run away from her, I ran away from all of our lovers! Janet I could face, I couldn't face all the guys!"

I was in shock when I saw what Anne exposed when she undressed, but I've got to admit it, she did warn me. We met six months ago at a meeting of the local support group for survivors of AIDS. The group was hosted by the local Metropolitan Church, but don't get me wrong, I'm not gay. I'd joined the group after the death of my previous lover; when we'd started living together, she'd never told me that her previous lover was bi, but now she'd paid for it with her life. Now, I thank God that we'd always used condoms. Anne was very withdrawn when she first joined the group; she said that she was an artist, into jewelry design, but that she usually worked as a sales clerk in a jewelery store because her artwork didn't support her. When she explained that she'd just arrived from Chicago, having fled the city when her best friend was diagnosed with AIDS, I'm sorry to say that we weren't a very supportive group.

Her asscheeks tensed
against his dick, not wanting to let it go, moving it up and down in her
frenetic motion. Keith pushed against her, wanting to enter her from
behind, but he couldn’t. Finally, Terri stopped moving, and she rolled
over, pulling her ass away from his dick. With all the movement next to his
dick, without even entering her ass or cumming or ANYTHING, he was very,
very hard and dying for release. She pulled him up towards her face, and
after thanking him for making her feel so good…

Pushing Terri off of him, Keith pulled his body out from underneath hers,
pushing her down onto the bed stomach first. His hand never left her ass,
rubbing against her and feeling her grind in return. He grabbed her cheeks
and pulled them apart, sticking his tongue against her asshole, feeling her
grind into the bed. Her hand reached back and ran thru his hair, pushing
against his head, telling him what he needed to know. Keith let her hand
manipulate his actions, sensing that Terri was getting very close to orgasm.
She grabbed him, and looking back at him, pulled him towards her. She then
grabbed his dick and put it in the crack of her asscheeks, wanting him to
rub against her. Keith pushed against her ass, touching her asshole with
his dick as he moved back and forth between her. The pseudo-anal sex
continued, with Terri tensing against his body. She felt her urges building
against her will, wanting to hold onto this feeling forever. She finally
couldn’t hold it anymore, and she started to cum, pushing against Keith’s
cock hard, hoping he would keep moving back and forth.

Keith felt that now was the time for what Terri liked him to do. It took
them a while to find out what each of them liked, in the sexual sense, and
once they did, the fact that they could not have any intercourse did not
bother them at all. His hands, grabbing her ass, pulled her down closer to
his mouth, and he lightly brushed his tongue against her asshole. Her
muffled moan made him continue, pushing and probing while his hands roamed
her whole body and cunt. She squirmed and moaned as she sucked his dick,
stroking it with more intensity as his movements increased. Keith soon wet
her ass enough, so he resumed licking her clit as his finger slowly pushed
against Terri’s rosebud. She tried to resist, but started to push against
his hand, wanting more. He felt Terri stop licking and sucking him, and he
knew that she would have to, since she couldn’t concentrate on both things
at once. His cock ached for her touch, but he could wait. He was getting
off anyway - his time would come soon.

He put his arms on each side of her body, then around her hips and onto her
ass. He now had a firm grip on her, and was not about to give up his
position very easily. Keith could smell her muskiness now, her intensity
and sexuality turning him on just by being near him. He pulled her clit
near him and lightly licked her, running his tongue all the way down her to
the bottom of her cunt.
Terri jumped, and pulled herself away from his touches lightly, not really
wanting to, but she had to. “That’s not fair! I never even got into
position to do you!” she pouted. Keith didn’t reply, which meant that he
was using his tongue for other things, and she soon felt what he was up to.
Her whole lower half shuddered as his tongue entered her and his hands
grasped her ass. She knew this was going to happen, so Terri had to
concentrate. Letting her cunt move up and down Keith’s tongue, she grabbed
his dick and stroked it, lowering her mouth on the tip and sucking hard.
She could feel him stop for a second startled by the feelings she initiated,
but recovered and soon continued his oral advances. She thought, “Well, if
he wants to play that way…” grabbing his balls while slowly enveloping his
entire dick to her tightly placed hand on the base of his cock. Moving and
sucking at the same time, she could feel his pulsating thru her entire
mouth. While she sucked him, Terri was grinding her mound against Keith’s
face, wanting more. He was happily obliging, moving slowly into and out of
her mouth while licking her and tasting her sweetness on his lips.

Keith pulled away, regretting it the moment he did it. "I think we might have to do something about this, Terri. I'm getting kind of hot and bothered. If you know what I mean." She grinned, and knew exactly what he was talking about. Pushing him away from her, feeling his hands slip away from her body, she placed him squarely on his back. Terri made him put his hands on his side. "No touching! At least, not yet." she said with a grin. Looking at him, she turned away from him, and placed her ass in his view. She was now on top of his chest, facing away from him. Keith could feel Terri pushing against his chest, the dampness fairly dripping onto his body. She slid up his body, her ass a tempting sight as it slowly enveloped his line of sight. Terri lifted herself up and put her knees on each side of Keith's head, keeping her distance from his mouth. Keith, however, had other ideas.

His hands now ran freely over her body, touching her everywhere. She was leaning back on the bed, bracing herself with her hands, groaning with his movements inside of her. his hand slid over her breasts and stomach as he rubbed her clit in time with the thrusts he pushed into her. Terri couldn't help herself. She grabbed Keith by the neck and pulled him closer to her, kissing him with a fervor that surprised the both of them. Tongues dancing, they felt each other, Terri's hands grasping him and stroking him, while his hands were busy with their own activity. Both were panting now, wanting each other. When this happened, problems occurred, because they couldn't have sex in the traditional way - Terri was saving herself for marriage, and Keith respected that. But there were always other ways to get off, and they both had some ideas...

Terri grabbed Keith's hand and pulled it towards her, placing it on her crotch, grinding lightly into his hand. He smiled and moved with her, feeling the damp mound below him, sensing her intensity. She caught her breath as Keith ran his other hand over her breasts and nimbly moved his fingers over her clit, her most sensitive part. His fingers circled her nipple, brushing against it, then seizing it and pinching it lightly, causing a gasp and a heavy breathing from Terri. He was teasing her, and she knew it. "So, the tables turn. Is it all that it's cracked up to be?" said Keith. "Oh, I don't know," said Terri, grinding yet again against his hand, making up for his lack of movement. "It's not that baaa.... uh!" Keith put his whole hand over her vagina and pushed deep into her with his middle finger. She shuddered as her sentence was rudely interrupted. She'll probably forgive me, thought Keith, if I do this...