Amy grabbed her coat and together they walked out of the classroom. The sound of their heels echoed throughout the hallway. When they reached the parking lot, Amy paused.
“What’s the matter?”
“I, umm. I don’t know if I can do this.”
The older woman turned to her, and placed her leather gloved around Amy’s hand.
“Come on, don’t deny yourself. It’s going to be so good.”
“But, I don’t even know your name?”
Mrs. Hanson smiled, licker her full, red lips and placed them softly on Amy’s. Amy involuntarily moaned into the kiss.
Oh god, she was on fire for this woman.
“Amanda,” she said. “Come on, let’s go.”
With her new lover, female lover - Amy liked the sound of that. - She walked to her car.
“Follow me.”
Amy tailed Amanda and her Range Rover, arriving at a long driveway leading to a modern, steel and glass home, well lit with lights.
What would she do when she encountered Amanda’s daughter?
Amanda pulled into her garage, meeting Amy out front.
Amy approached the front steps, nervously glancing at the windows of the home.
“Amanda, what will we say to Lisa?”
She rubbed Amy’s lower back.
“She’s staying with friends tonight. It will be just you and I, lucky girl.”
Her arm moved up her back and pulled Amy to her for another luscious, tongue entwined kiss.
Hand in hand they entered the house.
Amy took in the beautiful furniture, and design. Clearly, investment banking had been very good to Amanda. She though of her own, very modest apartment.
Could she be like Amanda?
Sitting on a soft leather couch, Amanda sat next to her.
“Your still nervous, aren’t you?”
Amy smiled at Amanda, laughing.
“How did you notice?”
“I’m a little surprised. I would have thought you might have more experience. I mean girl/girl experimentation I thought was more common in your generation.
Amanda laughed at her words
“Or, that’s just what I read.”
“Well, I’ve kissed some of my friends for the fun of it when out clubbing,” said Amy. “But, it was really just innocent. Not like with you. I mean, not well, you know…”
Amanda moved closer, reaching out to stroke Amy’s long hair. Amy noticed she hadn’t removed her gloves. The lights caught the leather and revealed the shiny, softness of the fine leather and the tight seams. How far up her arms did they go, as the gloves were tucked under the cuff of Amanda’s blazer?
She stood up.
“Amy, I could use a glass of wine. Join me?”
Amy nodded.
She watched Amanda strut, as she really did, in her gleaming stiletto fashion boots, to the kitchen. Her blood surged with that warmth descending on her nether regions. She wondered where this fascination came from. She wasn’t a “leather girl” in her normal attire, even when clubbing. Slowly, over time, she did notice herself checking out girls in sexy boots – the pointy toes, the stiletto heels – in magazines, and when out. But, she couldn’t connect it to any overtly sexual feeling. That is, until now, and it was coming out in force.
Amanda returned with the wine.
They talked about their work, the politics of that life.
Amy reached for her bag and pulled out her cigarettes.
“Do you mind?”
“Well, I don’t usual let people smoke in the house. But I can make an exception,” she said.
