Believe it or not, this is a true story that happened to me during the period of August 1993 until Christmas of 1995.
Chapter 1
I fully realized that in life, sometimes things just happened, and we had no control over it. But, I never expected anything like Connie to happen, especially to me! For starters, she was thirty, and I was forty five. She=d never been married while I=d been down that road twice at the time, but that wasn=t the strangest thing...not by a long shot! Connie was a lesbian.
Managing a convenience store wasn=t the high point in my life, but it did afford me the chance to meet a lot of different people. Connie came in one day, looking for a job, and I happened to need someone...not to mention the fact that I found her incredibly attractive even though she was clearly of the >tomboy= variety...so, she was hired on the spot.
I kept her working with me for training purposes, and in talking, I learned that she=d graduated from Ohio State with a degree in photo-journalism, and that she=d just recently graduated from law school at Northeastern in Boston. Working with her, it hadn=t taken me very long at all to figure out that she was one smart girl...it also didn=t take me very long to figure out that she was a lesbian.
Nevertheless, we almost instantly became >friends=. It wasn=t something I could put a finger on, it just happened! Not only did we spend the day working together, we began going out after work to have coffee or share a meal or something. Very rapidly, it became obvious to me that Connie and I were rapidly reaching the point that both of us
wanted
to spend time together...lots of time.
One thing led to another, and soon, Connie was coming over to my small apartment and spending time. The more time that passed, the further I found myself becoming >involved= with her even though I knew full well that this clearly wasn=t going anywhere! She was clearly gay, and I was clearly straight...never the twain shall meet so to speak.
Things rocked along, and the attraction grew between us. One weekend, I invited her to ride...my motorcycle...up to the mountains for the day, and she accepted eagerly. Now you can=t ride a motorcycle with another person without physical contact. It was killing me. I could feel the warmth of her against my back, her legs around my hips, her hands resting lightly on my waist...I was going nuts! All I could think about was her although I had no idea of just
what
she may have been thinking!
We spent the day touring in the North Carolina mountains...me showing her the sights because she=d never been in that area before. We stopped late in the afternoon at a restaurant I knew of, and shared a huge meal, after which we decided to walk around town to let our food settle.
Walking along, I found myself becoming more and more agitated with just the thought of her. Finally, being overcome with honesty, I said, AThis is killing me...I=m finding it harder and harder to keep my hands off of you!@
To my total surprise, she looked at me and said, AI=m having the same problem...@
I think both of us were so shocked by this revelation that neither of us said anything at all on the way back to the parking lot where I=d left my bike.
On the way out of town, heading home, I couldn=t help but notice that her legs were tighter around me, and that her hands were pressing harder around my waist. Thoughts of the impossibility of all this were ripping through my mind, but that didn=t stop me from reaching down with my left hand and squeezing her calf through the snug fitting jeans she wore...
I was lost.
Even though I knew that this whole thing was wrong, there was no way I could stop myself even though touching on a motorcycle is a severely limited thing!
Finally making it home without wrecking us, Connie invited me in to watch a movie with her. Clearly, she didn=t want this day...and our burgeoning closeness...to end. Neither did I.
I followed her up to her room...she was presently living with two other gay women and was renting a room. Anyway, she slipped ASister Act@ into her VCR, and we both piled up on her bed. It wasn=t long before I had my arm around her, and she was warmly snuggled against me, making no effort to avoid contact.
Through conversation, I=d learned that Connie had been actively gay since her early high school days, and I thought that she probably had little or nothing in the way of experience with males. I knew that above anything else, I was going to have to be
very
careful with damn near everything I did and said. This was very akin to walking blindfolded through a minefield, so I did nothing...absolutely nothing but hold her gently.
Both of us fully dressed, I wound up staying the night with her.