Let’s face it, some Gar just asked for it. Let me give you an example:
“Dar Liii…iii…nnn, my delicate flower of womanhood,” Gar started out, “I can seeeee that youuuu are on the trail of some haaawwwt stuff for yourself. Does that mean that you’re going to stick me with half your work again? Again? Again?”
“GAR!” I said sharply, “what I might be on the trail of is none of your business…NONE! And I don’t stick you with half my work, I just give you stuff that I’m doing that YOU should be doing to begin with, and that works out to be about half of YOUR work. So, don’t bitch to me, young man…young person, that is!”
“I’m wounded!” Gar said in mock pain, “You know how to stab me to the quick, Dar-Lin!”
I snapped back, “Gar, go out and buy a pair of shoes. That will make you feel better!”
“OOOHHH! How cruel,” Gar moaned, “What’s the number for HR again? No, what’s the number for Callie’s Quality Footwear? I know just pair I want!”
So much for my interpersonal skills at work. I thought that Luisa would be much better at handling this…she has been on my mind so much lately! Oh, well Saturday is only a three days away.
Well, Saturday was three days away but Luisa wasn’t! My cell buzzed and it was Luisa on the other end.
“Hello, Lin…this is Luisa,” her shy voice was unmistakable, “this isn’t an interruption, is it?”
I answered quickly, “Oh, no, my dear…not at all…How are you?”
“I am just fine, thank you for asking,” she said very politely, “but why I’m calling…what I was wondering…was….would you mind having coffee or a snack again tonight. I have a night free and..well…I had so much fun talking with you the other day…well…I think I’d like to get to know you a little better…if that’s not imposing you.”
“Of course, as new friends, that would be nice,” I continued with her thought, “and I do have time tonight as well. Shall we say 7:00PM at ‘The Grind’…they have nibbles, too. O.K.,?”
Luisa responded right away ,”Yes, Lin…Wonderful…I will see you there.”
I heard Gar humming in the background, “Luisa? Luisa, Luisa, Luisa…that sounds like a song. LaDeeDah, LaDeeDah….”
“GAR! Stop It, STOP IT! S-T-O-P I-T!” Butch-Bitch was alive and well!
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Luisa and I were sitting at “The Grind” way in the back in one of those little four person booths, us the two of us though. Luisa wanted to sit side by side so I accommodated her. When we talked, though we each turned to face the other. We had some “nibbles”, basically some appetizer type fare. “The Grind” was not a restaurant, per se, but it did good little finger foods like fried zucchini, and deviled eggs, and things like that–Pupus as the Hawaiian’s would call them.
After we finished our snacks, Luisa turned to me and said, “Lin, one of the reasons I wanted to talk to you tonight was…well…a little personal…I hope not TOO personal…but hear me out…and then tell me what you think.”
I nodded my head and listened.
“I’ve been in the USA only a few months,” she started out, “and things are so much different in many ways than Argentina. Friends, for example, you know..boyfriends, girlfriends…men and women. It is very much more formal where I come from. And American women are so much LESS formal, I’ve found. And I would like to fit in here..as an…well..an American woman…with American women. I wonder if you could help me…give me ‘tips’…I think that’s the word. Could you?”
“I think I know where you’re coming from, Luisa,” I said, as I almost rubbed my hands together in anticipation, “let me see if I can pin some things down for you.”
I settled in, looking at her, with my hands in my lap, “One thing that is important and that I’ve noticed with you is that women here, and I’m one of them, ARE less formal and more flirty. We enjoy our sexuality, so to speak, and wear it on our sleeves. Now, some people might not like it, but it will open you up to making friendships and…yes…I know you are probably too shy to talk about it…or maybe even think about it…but sexy is good…and that doesn’t necessarily mean that having sex is the result…it is just an attitude that breaks the ice.”
I continued, “Well, remember when we parted on Saturday? I gave you that symbolic ‘air hug’ and that ‘air kiss’? Well, that’s flirty! What I really wanted to do is give you an actual hug and an actual kiss…like …this….”
I took a chance on her and went for it! I leaned forward and planted a kiss on Luisa’s lips. She did not resist, a good sign…a VERY good sign. I placed my hand behind her head and pulled her toward me increasing the pressure of our kiss. Why I should have been surprised, I don’t know, but I felt her tongue part my lips and work its way into my mouth and begin to play with my tongue. “Game ON!” I thought.
As we pulled ourselves apart, Luisa said, “Oh, that’s not flirty…that is SEXY! I know that!”
“Luisa,” I said, looking at her intently, “I think we need to move this to my place. I’m five minutes away. Let’s go!”
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We got to my place quickly, I drove us both. I didn’t want to waste any time giving directions or waiting for her to find a parking space We scurried up stairs and went into my apartment. As soon as the door was closed, I gently backed Luisa up so that her back was to the door and began kissing and patting her cheeks. She was a good kisser, full of tongue and suction I was getting hot. I felt my vagina lubricating itself and those little “zings” where starting to grow in strength and frequency.