“I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m so excited.”
“Well, save your excitement for when, or if, it happens.”
“Yes, Dear,” he said as he slinked away, no doubt to jack off.
With that out of the way, all I had to do was find the right women.
It turned out that wasn’t as hard as I had expected.
I immediately ruled out anybody that we knew or that I worked with. I was afraid of the complications.
I cruised some dating sites, but nothing seemed promising.
As might be expected, an opportunity presented itself when I wasn’t even looking for it.
I was out with some of the girls from the office, just having a little fun, letting our hair down, when I noticed a group of women a couple of tables over.
That in and of itself wasn’t unusual, obviously, as it wasn’t any different than our table.
What was different was that few men approached their table. The few that did were politely, or sometimes not so politely, sent on their way.
The women wouldn’t usually approach other tables, preferring to dance with each other, although occasionally a bold woman would approach them. I couldn’t tell what their criteria was for accepting a dance, all of the women seemed equally attractive.
Figuring that I wasn’t going to get anywhere sitting on my butt, I stood up to approach their table, ignoring the questioning looks from my friends. I know this seems contradictory to my not wanting any involvement with work, but I couldn’t see any way around it. At least they wouldn’t be intimately involved.
My feet felt like they were encased in cement as I walked over, until I was standing frozen in front of them. I was unable to form a coherent thought, let alone speak, and was about to head back to my table when one of them took pity on me.
When she stood up I saw that she was tiny, barely five feet tall, with a mass of blond curls tumbling halfway down her back.
She wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but she was very pretty. Her figure was petite, and her breasts weren’t huge but just right for her body.
“Would you like to dance?” she asked, startling me out of my stupor.
I could only nod as she took me by the hand and led me onto the dance floor.
With her heels she was just tall enough to rest her head on my shoulder, but before we got to that she put her arms around my neck and I clumsily put my hands on her bare back and pulled her as close as I dared.
I could feel the nipples on her braless breasts, and was sure that she could feel mine, even through my bra.
My panties were already damp, and I wasn’t sure if the scent of arousal was from her or from me.
“Would you like to join us?” she asked, and again I could only nod. She returned to her table as I went back to mine to get my purse.
I was hit with a barrage of questions that I couldn’t answer even to myself as I grabbed my purse and stumbled over to her table, realizing that I didn’t even know her name.
I just stood there nervously until she patted the spot on the bench next to her. I was blushing madly as I looked around the table. Her friends were smiling, not unkindly, at me.
After a moment of nervous silence my dance partner finally spoke.
“Hi, I’m Cecilia, you’re…”
“Sharon, Sharon Williams.”
She introduced me to her friends, but I totally blanked out. I doubt that I could identify them in a line-up.
After a very pregnant pause, Cecilia spoke again.
“So, what brings you over to us, Sharon? I think I’ve seen you here before, but you never strayed from the hetero end of the pool before tonight.”
I was tongue-tied for a moment, then I tried to speak.
“I… I want, I want…”
“Yes, we all want, but what do you want?”
I knew she was playing me, but I had come that far, so I just I blurted out, “I want to know what it’s like to be with a woman.”
It was like we were in a “Cone of Silence,” as if the rest of the club didn’t exist, as Cecilia’s friends exchanged angry glances, muttering things like “mid-life crisis.”
I thought I was done for as Cecilia hip-checked me out of the booth, but it turned out that she was taking pity on me, or maybe I just looked tasty, as she took me by the hand and headed towards the door. I made a quick detour to my table and said a quick good night to my friends.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” Jane asked.
I looked at Cecilia, who gave me a warm smile.
“Yes… yes, I think so,” I said, as Cecilia continued to lead me to the door.
The cold night air shocked me back to a semblance of reality, and I almost bolted until Cecilia gently draped her arm over my shoulder and led me to the Dunkies on the corner.
We got some coffee, sat at a table furthest from the door and took some careful sips of the steaming hot coffee as the tension grew.
“Okay, Sharon, spill,” she said, “Just what’s your endgame here?”
I told her my story about my formerly repressed, now wanting to be expressed, bisexuality, and my conversation with James.
“I don’t know, this all just seems so weird. Just how do you see this working? I take you back to my apartment, make mad Sapphic love to you and we ride off into the sunset. Do I have any say?” she asked sarcastically. “What about your husband?”
“I don’t know,” I cried. “I really haven’t thought about it much beyond simply trying being with a woman. In my fantasies, I would enjoy it, and she… you, would enjoy it, also.
“The next step would be to have my husband watch us. I know that he’d never stand for me playing without including him, that’d be too much like cheating, so I would hope that you could be comfortable with that.”
“What if he wanted to join in?”
She had a knack for zeroing on things.
“That’s one of my biggest fears. Maybe not at first, but if we continued I’m sure it would only be a matter of time before he would want to be with us, to be with you, too.”
“Why are you afraid of that?”
“I guess I’m jealous, I don’t want to share my husband.”
“But you’re willing to make him share you.”
“I didn’t say it was fair or reasonable, it’s just the way I feel, that he wouldn’t be sharing me with another man, while I’d be sharing him with another woman. That might be a fine point, but it is different.”
Cecilia was lost in thought for a moment.
“I must be out of my mind,” she finally said, “but I guess I’ll play along for a bit. Here’s my address and phone number. Let’s plan on a date…”
“A date?” I asked
“What, do you think I’m easy? You want to get in my pants, it’s going to cost you at least a dinner,” she said smiling. “Next Friday?”
I could only nod.
“Call me Monday to confirm and we’ll set a time.”
With that, she stood up.
“Are you just going to sit there?” she said when I didn’t move and I struggled to my feet, noticing that my panties were quite damp. She put her arm around me as we walked back to the club.
“Are you coming back in?” she asked.
“No, no, I think I’ll just go home.”
“Okay,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. “I’ll talk to you Monday.” She disappeared into the club with just her scent lingering, reminding me that she had been there.
I got my car and headed home, my mind swimming with mixed emotions. On one hand, I was getting my desire, but on the other hand, all the possible complications reminded me of the old saying, “Be careful what you wish for.”