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Well, my cock and cum hunger had been satisfied…for a while…and I knew that Tanya approved of and enjoyed our three-way sex liaison. On top of that, I felt comfort in knowing that Juliette, Glorietta and I were on more than good terms on more than one level–sex being an important one. I felt my depression lift, perhaps not altogether, but it wasn’t the burden it once was. Sure, I longed for Decker, but I accepted the reality of his being gone. Life was getting back on an even keel for me.
But, spoiler alert! I fall in love, well, at least in LUST!
I know what you all are saying to yourselves, “There goes Lin…AGAIN! She can’t turn around without falling in love. It nearly killed her when her last love disappeared but she is, though she doesn’t think so, the eternal optimist…when it comes to love, that is.”
And you’d be RIGHT!
The Saturday afternoon, post my delicious threesome with Tanya and Cowboy, I was sitting at the Grind having a coffee and watching a couple of episodes of “The Clink” on my phone, with my ear buds in. It is a stupid but funny show about, believe it or not, a co-ed, minimum security prison cell block–excuse me “housing unit”–which is populated by…well…just about anybody you can think of. Pretty much all of the categories are represented: men, women, straight, gay, tran, younger, older, white, black, hispanic, asian, middle eastern. It’s a British show so there is a lot more latitude in the plots, language, and nudity standards. It is cleverly written and an overall hoot. Here, in the USA, there would be lawsuits, revocation of licenses, and banning from the airways. Anyway, I enjoy it. But I digress.
“The Grind” was very busy…in fact there were not tables available…and very loud…my ear buds are not noise cancelling so, even at a safe but loud volume, outside noises were filtering through. I clearly heard the name “Calenda” on the speakers: “Calenda! Coffee UP! Calenda!”
That is such an unusual name that I had to look up to see who it belonged to. A woman who looked to be in her twenties approached the counter and picked up the only cup there. This had to be her.
As I said, the place was busy and crowded. “Calenda” looked around for a place to sit and, with a disappointed look on her face, headed for the door. I was sitting at one of those one-person tables, almost too small for even one person and a toss-up if two could sit comfortably at it, but the name intrigued me so I waved to her, inviting her to sit with me. She nodded and smiled but kept heading for the door. I motioned more emphatically, pointing to the second chair, and she changed her course and headed for my table.
Calenda looked to be, at the oldest, in her mid-twenties, Latina, 5’4″ (1.6m) a little shorter than I am, and around 110lbs (50kg), She was in a sweatshirt so I had a hard time with her boobs but I suspected that, like me, she had smallish boobs…though I doubt as small as mine. Her make-up was nice, though her lipstick a bit too red. Nevertheless a nicely done. She spoke in a quiet voice, almost as if she was afraid of being heard, and had a distinctly latin accent, though very slight. Her features were refined, delicate; she reminded me somewhat of that big Latina star of years ago. You can still see her movies on the “old movie” channels.
I’m sorry, but I’m one of those women who has “Gay-dar”. I can spot gayness in man or woman even when they are trying to conceal it. It has served me well in finding lesbian partners. There are lots of women out there who look like they are uber-sexy to men, seemingly trying to attract their attention–and attentions–but you would be surprised how many of them are lesbian, or at least “bi”. I’m pretty good at spotting them. And, so, I had my intuition about “Calenda”…yup, ladyhood looking for ladyhood.
“Sit with me, Calenda,” I said as I pointed to the empty chair, “it’s free!”
She smiled back, “Thank you so much! I did not want to sit outside. For some, it is not so cold but for me it is…yes…chilly. So, thank you.”
“Calenda, that is such an interesting name. How did you come by it?” I wasn’t pressing just curious.
She giggled, “Oh, no! That is not my name! I use it here..and maybe…some other places…because I think it sounds romantic. Don’t you?”
“Yes, indeed, it does,” said I, agreeing with her, “that’s why it caught my attention. It sounds ‘exotic’, if you know what I mean. What is your name, though, darling? If you want to tell me.”
She covered her mouth as if she were revealing a secret, leaned next to me, and whispered, “Luisa!” Then she giggled some more.
Her voice sounded sweet, her giggle was infectious, and she was decidedly charming, in a diffident way. A little “zing” went off inside me.
I smiled and said, “Well ‘Luisa’, my name is Lin. Sometimes people call me ‘Tawney’ but not very many. I like ‘Lin”, though. You can call me ‘Lin’.”
She giggled again, looked down at her coffee cup and said, “Well, yes Lin…that is fine. Very nice.”
We spent some time talking–over a coffee refill, no less–and I found out the basics about her and her life. First, she is 23 years-old. (“OMFG!” I said to myself, “I am old enough to be her MOTHER!”) and she was born in Argentina. From a lower middle class family, she had a good education and excelled at English. Her family wanted her to have the experience of living in the USA so, they arranged for her to work for a prominent family in the city, one which would not take advantage of her. She works as a Hispanic customer service liaison for an investment firm owned by the family. Her job didn’t seem to me to fit her personality since she appeared to be so shy. When I mentioned that to her she, again giggled and said, “Well, business is business. I’ve learned to handle it.”
I told her about myself..well NOT EVERYTHING…my age, my job, a few funny stories about my gay work partner, Gar–she, of course, giggled but did not appear to be put off by that–and pretty much left it at that.
“Luisa, or ‘Calenda’, if you prefer,” I began, “it has been a delight talking with you. Perhaps we can meet here again…next Saturday maybe? Let’s swap numbers, O.K.?”
“I would love that, Lin,” she said as she smiled, “that would be so nice. And, ‘Luisa’ is fine, and…well…after all, it IS my name. Yes, next Saturday at the same time would be fun…or sooner if you’d like…if you’d like.”
We did the I’ll-call-you-then-you-call-me-back number swap. I gave her girly “air hug” and “air kiss” and off she went. Oh, and yes, I felt another little “zing” deep down inside me.
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As I’ve said, over these past many months, I’ve “butched-down” and “dolled up”. Looking at me, I would be indistinguishable from your hetero business woman and attempted to soften my manner somewhat, as well. If I started to get “butchy bitchy”, I would think of Decker and how sweet we could be with each other; that definitely knocked the edge off of my temperament. The one person, though, that would catch my full blown “butch bitch” anger was…who else…GAR!