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.
