Nicky didn't sleep well. Her mind had been churning all night. She was confused. The previous evening had been a very enjoyable one. She and Doug had spent a lovely few hours together, enjoyed a nice meal, and then had some pleasantly naughty sex which had been rather cut short by the unexpected arrival of Laura, Nicky's room-mate. She had very much caught them 'at it' and, after some embarrassment all round, Doug had departed. That wasn't Nicky's issue though. Her confusion was in connection with what happened after that.
Nicky had gone to bed but was still awake when her room-mate had entered the bedroom. Laura had undressed and Nicky had found herself in the unfamiliar position of becoming quite aroused as she saw Laura's semi-naked body. Furthermore, she had still been awake when she became aware of Laura using a vibrator to masturbate in the bed about 4 feet away. Although she had been quite subtle about it, and didn't know Nicky was awake, Nicky's senses had been finely tuned and she had taken in every detail. She had found the whole thing very erotic, and was now questioning why that was.
Until last night Nicky felt she was 100% straight. OK, she had done a bit of curious exploring and practice kissing with a school friend on a few occasions when the friend had slept over at her parent's house, but that was years ago and had just been a 'coming of age' thing. She felt sure that many girls had done something similar. As soon as she was old enough, she started going out with boys and was soon enjoying sex with them. In total she had been with 5 guys, most of whom had been relationships lasting more than a year, although there had been one 1-night stand. She had recently met Doug who had become 'male partner number 6' for her. The fact is, she had never once felt attracted to a woman, and she had seen plenty of them naked in changing rooms, dormitories and the like. She had also been chatted up a few times by female colleagues while in the Police, but had always found it easy to politely decline. So what was going on?
Nicky was certainly not homophobic. She had some long-standing friends she knew were lesbians, and it made no difference to her whatsoever. She also knew the Police service was a popular choice for lesbians and knew at least 3 lesbian couples who were colleagues of hers, she had just never considered that she might someday be aroused by a woman. She had thought about it for most of the night and couldn't really explain it. She had been a bit tipsy, but it certainly wasn't the first time for that! She had also been a bit frustrated as her sexual fun with Doug had been interrupted, leaving her desire somewhat unfulfilled, but even so! It was a mystery to her.
She crept out of the bedroom leaving Laura sleeping and, after using the bathroom, sat in the kitchen munching breakfast. She usually needed 2 or 3 cups of coffee in the morning before she really got going, and she was just sitting down to the third cup when the living room door opened and Laura walked in sleepily. They smiled at one another and Laura shuffled past to make herself a cup of tea. She preferred tea first thing in the morning.
Laura sat down at the table with Nicky and glanced across at her.
"You OK?" Laura asked.
Nicky realised this was a reference to how she was feeling after the embarrassment of being caught pretty much naked, performing oral sex on Doug in full view of Laura.
Nicky nodded and smiled. "Yep. Fine thanks." She felt she had pretty much put the incident behind her.
"You?"
Laura giggled. "I think it will take me a few days to get that image out of my head."
"Oh thanks!" retorted Nicky. "Was it that bad?"
"Not bad," responded Laura, "Just very unexpected!"
Nicky just smiled but found herself surveying Laura as she sat there in her slightly unflattering dressing gown. There was no doubt she was a good-looking woman, but Nicky still didn't feel attracted to her in the cold light of day. Perhaps she should just put it out of her mind for now. She remembered she said she would phone Doug, and now felt like a good time.
Nicky went back through to the bedroom, sat on the bed and dialled Doug's mobile number. It was answered after 4 rings and she recognised Doug's voice but there was quite a lot of background noise.
"Hi. How are you?" Nicky asked cheerily.
"Good thanks. What about you? How did you get on with Laura after I left?" He had obviously been thinking about how that might have gone.
"Oh. OK," she replied, not wanting to go into details in case Laura could overhear. "What are you up to today?"
"I've got a stall at a car boot sale in Ampthill. They have a sale here every couple of months and it is usually quite a good one."
"Ah, OK. It sounds busy, judging from the noise I can hear in the background," she replied.
"Yep. Doing OK so far. Do you fancy coming out here to join me?" Doug asked hopefully.
"Why not. What time does it finish?"
"It started at 8, so it finishes quite early. They normally pack up at 1pm," Doug replied.
Nicky glanced at her watch. It was almost 10am.
"How about I come over for about 12 noon," she asked. "Maybe we could do lunch or something?"
"How about a picnic?" queried Doug. "I always keep some picnic stuff in the back of the van. We could just pick up some food locally and drive somewhere nice. I could leave the van parked here if you don't mind using your car?"
"Sounds like a plan," said Nicky decisively. "Whereabouts are you exactly?"
Doug provided Nicky with detailed directions and they agreed to meet up in a couple of hours. Nicky hung up and trotted through for a shower. She still had rather sticky hair!
At 11.30 Nicky was feeling much fresher and was suitably attired in walking trousers and a loose fitting T-shirt. She climbed into her VW Golf and programmed the sat nav with the location Doug had given her. She still didn't know the area well enough to just wing it, but was pleased that she had guestimated the length of the journey well enough. Arrival time 1156 it said. Perfect.
The journey was uneventful and Nicky pulled into the clearly signposted car park a couple of minutes ahead of schedule. Clearly the Sunday traffic had been light. There were a lot of stalls and she suddenly realised she didn't even know what Doug's van looked like. Oh well, she would have a nice browse around and would be bound to find him. After all she knew what he looked like!
As luck would have it, Doug's stall was the sixth one she came to. He had a couple of customers as she arrived, so she hung back until he had made his sale, then she walked over and kissed him warmly. She was pleased he seemed relaxed and happy after the embarrassment of the previous night.
They chatted for a couple of minutes, then Doug had to deal with another customer. After that, there was another couple who wanted to speak to him, so she decided to explore around. She signalled her intentions to Doug who gave her the 'thumbs up'.
The sale was indeed a large one and the range of stuff on sale was incredible. Some of it was complete 'tat', some of it really expensive stuff on fancy stalls obviously run by traders, but there were plenty of interesting smaller stalls and she browsed happily. She picked up a few paperbacks on sale at 5 for £3, and some CD's of 80's and 90's music; a bargain at 10 for £5. They weren't exactly classics, and there were a couple of dodgy-looking compilations, but she wasn't going to complain for a fiver. Finally she found a couple of nice stalls selling locally-produced pasties, cheeses, fruit and some lemonade. Ideal for the picnic she thought.
When she returned to Doug's stall at 12.50, she felt quite well loaded with carrier bags.
"You've been busy," he grinned. "Can I interest you in anything else, as you've obviously come with plenty of cash?"
"Actually I've bought us lunch," she retorted, opening one of the bags so he could see inside.
