Embarrassed, I pulled my hand quickly back. The booze was making me loose with my words and actions and I was afraid I had made Natasha uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry…” I managed to say, feeling my face begin to burn red with regret.
“No, it’s OK,” Natasha said, reassuring me, “you can touch my hair all you want.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Not at all,” she smiled, her beauty radiating in the soft glow of the small lights that strung throughout the patio, “I like it.”
I reached out again and played with her soft locks when suddenly realized I was becoming aroused feeling another woman’s silky hair. The booze was helping this effect I know, but the feelings were not so far-fetched – I also realized then that I had always been enamored by Natasha, that it was not only the men in our office that had desires for her – but it was possible that I also felt attracted to her in the same way. Why else had I stared at her so much at work? These new feelings were too much for me and I once again pulled my hand away, feeling confused and exposed.
“Lori, it’s OK, really.”
“No I’m sorry, really I am, this is so inappropriate for me to behave this way. You were so nice to ask me out, and I’ve had too much to drink – I think I need to go home.”
“Listen to me,” Natasha said, reaching out for my hand, “remember when you asked me if I was a lesbian and I teased you that maybe I was?”
I nodded, looking into her eyes that were soft now looking back at me.
“Well, I am a lesbian,” Natasha continued, “and I’ve been very attracted to you for a long time. I took a chance asking you out and bringing you here – this is not just a great place to dance for gay and straight people alike, but this is also a place I go to hang out with my friends.”
“I had no idea…”
“No, most people are surprised – lesbians get unfairly stereotyped, and so they don’t expect me to be gay. I came out ten years ago, and I’ve never been happier – it’s who I am and I’ve become quite good at judging if a woman is lesbian or bisexual, and I’ve got to be straight with you, I felt that you might possibly be open.”
“Open?”
“Yes, open to the possibility of a relationship with me.”
I was stunned to say the least… this hot sex-goddess wanted a relationship with me?
It had to be a joke – never in my wildest dreams would I have thought this possible.
“What kind of relationship?”
“That’s up to you, I would love to get to know you, explore what makes you tick, discover what turns you on.”
“I’ve never been with a woman,” I confessed, yet despite that I felt the erotic waves of tingling sensations rise up from within my pussy, “I have no experience.”
“Thanks OK, I want to show you, we can go at your own pace… would you like to go back to my place?”
I nodded, and allowing her to take my hand in hers, we walked back to her car.
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