She was very cute. She was not very tall, barely five feet. She had the body of an athlete and moved like a cat. She had somewhat small breasts but more than compensated for that with the most delicious, heart shaped, world-class ass I had ever seen.
She was gay.
We were co-workers but rarely saw each other there. We were, however, both members of "the gang", a group of fifteen to twenty that would at times meet for fun at a club, beer garden, or a home for socializing.
The gang was mostly women, only five of us were men and two of those were married. A third of the women were also married and that group would usually leave our affairs early. This left a mostly hardcore group of about ten, three guys and seven women, including Connie.
The guys used to think this was an even split because three of the women were gay and one, Teri, was bisexual, but going through a phase in which she preferred women.
I liked the single women well enough and flirted with them. I had, in fact, experienced an intense but brief lust-a-thon with Teri, our friendly neighborhood bisexual bombshell and Connie's best friend.
The problem was that my favorite person there was Connie. I liked her voice; I liked the way she moved. I liked her smell. I liked her sense of humor. And I really loved her ass.
Every time she would move past me it took all my strength to keep my hands away from it.I took to emitting loud sighs when her butt would cross by my face while I was sitting, thus making my admiration for her ass public knowledge.
It became the focus of some humor in the crowd. The two guys and Teri joined my sighs.
At first Connie was a bit embarrassed by the attention to her rear. She thought it was too big and that our actions were a confirmation of that.
We made sure she understood that we thought her butt was a work of art and if anything she needed to put it on display at a museum.
Her fears calmed and soon added to the fun by shaking her butt in response to our sighs.
The first time she did that it was aimed in my direction and I made a point of falling back in my chair with a loud groan. This produced one of the better laughs of the evening.
I managed to keep to myself that it was not all an act.
I had tickets to each Saturday game of our local Major League Baseball team. I would give the single women first shot at keeping me company for the games. If none were interested one of the guys would come.
Most of the games are in the afternoon, but the next Saturday game was a night game. I had no luck finding a companion; everybody had dates, except me.
I saw Connie as she came in to work Friday morning and asked her to keep me company. Without saying so, I tried to make it clear I was not asking for a date.
She knew I knew she was gay but she had never confirmed it and I had never sought confirmation.
She seemed to be hesitating so I mentioned who the pitchers were.
She already knew.
I tried not to show how happily impressed I was by that. All my other companions were fans of the game and liked going to the park but none would have kept up with pitching rotations.
After taking a hard look at my face she said, "OK,"' and walked into the building.
Later in the day she e-mailed me with directions to her apartment and a suggestion for time of pick-up.
The time she suggested was quite early but I immediately agreed.I found myself looking forward to this "non-date" with great eagerness.
I reminded myself this was just a ball game with a friend. Still, when Saturday night came I was dressed a bit better than I would for a ball game.
The game was great. We argued over strategy. We made a mess with mustard and relish.
Once during the game, as she squeezed past me to go to the restroom she seemed to hesitate directly in front of me, then went on. On her return she did it again before she sat down.
Next time I looked at her she was wearing a very lovable pout on her lips.I asked her what was wrong.
She said, "You don't' love my butt anymore".
I laughed and replied, "My tongue is bleeding because I wanted to lick your butt so bad I had to bite it to stop myself".
She said, "That's disgusting", and then threw peanuts at me. She was, however, grinning.
One thing became obvious; she was having as enjoyable evening as I was.
We lingered after the game, waiting for the crowd and the traffic to thin out then I drove her home. We sat in silence most the way but it was a comfortable silence. I know I was smiling all the way and when I glanced at her she was also smiling.
I pulled into her apartment complex but could not find a place to park near her unit. She told me to just stop in front, that I did not need to walk her to her door.
I turned that statement in my head and concluded that it was not that she did not want me to walk her to her door, but she wanted to make things easy on me.
I would later learn that I had arrived at the wrong conclusion.
I stopped as close to her door as I could and Connie opened the car door to get out. She turned and thanked me for a fun night, squeezed my hand, and stood to leave. As her butt turned in my direction I let out my signature sigh.
Without turning or breaking stride she moved a hand behind her back and gave me the finger.
I waited until she was safely in her door before starting to pull away. She watched me as I pulled out. She was wearing a big grin when she waved goodbye.
I was as pleased with the evening as could be. I found myself thinking that this would be a worthwhile relationship. I had never had as much pure fun on a date as I had that night.
Then I mentally slapped myself, hard. My mind shouted, "You idiot, this was not a date. She is gay! She has had more women than you ever will".
I hate putting me in my place but I felt I had to.
I managed over the following week to get myself back to an even keel. The gang met at our favorite beer garden that Friday and we enjoyed each other's company. No one noticed that I had stopped making references to Connie's' ass.
She mingled and I mingled but we did end up sitting next to each other. I bought her beer and she bought me one. I ordered onion rings and we shared. Yet, we did not have a conversation.
I was happy just because she was sitting next to me. Apparently she was comfortable sitting with me.
No game that weekend but the team would return the following week for a game against the team with the games premier slugger. One of the guys asked whom I was taking to the game.
I answered that I had not decided while giving my best wolfish leer to Carmen, one of the married ladies. This was greeted with howls and cautions about my physical safety.
I knew who I wanted to take, but was convinced it was a bad idea for me.
This thought was immediately confirmed when Connie got up to leave saying she had a date. One of the other gay ladies came to her and asked in a whisper, "with Linda?'
Connie answered, "Yes", and was gone.
I had a date for that Saturday night. She was good looking and pleasant company. I tried my best but could not get any real enthusiasm going. I made a token effort at getting laid but my heart was not in it and gave it up. I left my date at her front door with a perplexed expression on her face. I likely had the same expression on my face.
The following week was hectic at work, which had the beneficial effect of occupying my mind. It was not until Thursday that Connie and I crossed paths, this time on our way out of the building after work.
We said hi and I asked her how her weekend had gone. She said, "It was OK, and yours?"
I said, "It was OK".
We walked out to the parking lot and I found myself walking her to her car.
"Listen", she said, "I need to warn you. When you implied last Friday that you wanted to take Carmen to the ball game I know you were kidding. But, I happen to know that if you asked her out in private she would go out with you anytime."
"Is her marriage over?" I asked.
Connie said, "No, but she does fool around sometimes and you are at the top of her want list. Are you going to ask her out?"
I answered, "No, I do not fool with married women, I wont interfere in a marriage".
She gave me a look that I could not decipher. We walked in silence until we reached her car. As she opened her door she turned to me and said, "Take me to the game".
I said "Deal".
She smiled widely, got into her car and drove away.
As I walked to my car I felt happiness and chagrin. I craved her company but this whole thing was just not good for me. I was convinced I was stupid.
Our Saturday was fabulous. Before I had a chance to park my car near her apartment she was out the door coming towards me. She was wearing a sleeveless sundress that accentuated every curve of her body as she moved within it.
I was glad I had chosen to wear slacks and a polo shirt. I always felt that when a man is dressed to a lesser level than a woman it looks disrespectful, if not insulting.
Because it was a day game we started out in the morning. I took her to brunch in the theater district and afterward we walked to the ballpark. We filled each other in on our lives up to that point, leaving out some details for later.
After the game we walked back to the theater district and had dinner at a restaurant that featured light jazz music. As we walked past the dance floor on the way out we danced to the end of a song. On the way back to the car we held hands.
By the time I took her back home we had been together over twelve hours, and it didn't seem anywhere near long enough for me.
This night there was a parking spot near her door. I stopped and started to get out to walk her to her door but she stopped me. She was looking towards her apartment. We could clearly tell there was someone there.
Connie looked at me and said "That's Linda. I was supposed to be back three hours ago".
I tried to keep my heart from breaking, reminding it that there had never been anything there to hold.
I apologized about bringing her back so late. I told her she only had to ask and I would have brought her back at any time she wanted. I did not want her to be in trouble.
She looked at me, smiled, and said, "I did exactly what I wanted to do tonight". Then she leaned over and kissed me, turned and walked out towards her front door.
I stayed until she was inside her apartment. I could not hear what was said but through the shadows on the shades I could see that there was an agitated conversation, which lasted a few moments. It ended with an embrace.
As I drove home two thoughts kept crashing into each other in my head. She was gay. She kissed me.
