I have to tell you about what happened to me this weekend; I can hardly believe it myself. There was some work related party that Sally, my girlfriend, and I were supposed to go to tonight. It was Sally's work, I knew lots of the people there, but usually I end up smoking outside and shooting the shit with the other boyfriends and husbands over the pool table.
We got up early and went to a cafe in the local park for a late breakfast. It was a nice Spring Saturday morning, crisp, but not cold. There were lots of families playing in the park, parents drinking coffee and little kids licking ice-creams. It was good to just sit back with an espresso and chill.
Sally and I were talking about things, what we needed to buy at the supermarket, what color we would paint the bathroom - you know, domestic shit. I was absently watching the people lining up to order coffee when I saw a pair of girls, early 20s maybe. One was dressed conservatively, jeans and a dark blouse with shoulder length dark hair. The other was wearing a short pleated skirt, a tight T-shirt and had 5-pointed stars tattooed up her arm. She had a slightly punk, Avril Lavigne look about her. But what caught my eye was that they were holding hands. Not like friends, but tight and clingy, like lovers.
"Oh my God!" I thought "Are they lesbians?"
Now we used to live in LA and seeing tattooed punks, or seeing gays and lesbians making out in public was common place. But we now lived in Stanwood, Washington. Not a town known for its GLBT tolerance or acceptance. I tried to keep listening to what Sally was saying but I couldn't help watching these two girls proudly hold each other lovingly. Sally was across the table from me and the order counter was behind her, so if I looked away from the girls, it looked like I wasn't looking at Sally. I ended out watching them over her shoulder.
The girls talked quietly and laughed. I thought the dark haired girl looked nervous. I started to imagine what their dynamics were. Dark haired girl was probably experimenting for the first time and had made contact with Avril-wannabe to try out the feel. Avril probably was a rebel and may have even chosen lesbianism as a way to express her individuality and piss off her parents. I imagined that in five years Dark-hair would be a fully fledged open lesbian, while Avril will have found some dude with a cock big enough to satisfy her and admit that the really isn't gay. Or she will flip back and forth, hating herself for her heterosexual tendencies and breaking hearts of boys and girls from here to Canada.
They picked up their coffees and walked off behind me. Thank God, Sally would not have been pleased catching me perve at two young girls.
"But if we knock the wall out and make the bathroom larger," I continued, now concentrating completely "We will have to have the toilet in the same room with the shower."
"Ah-ha." Sally said "That sounds fabulous honey."
"Good, and then we can paint it all jet black."
"Yeah, absolutely."
"What?"
"What - Oh, no. Black would be no good. I thought we decided on sky blue in the bathroom?"
"Yeah, we did."
"I'm sorry, honey" Sally said "I was distracted by the two lesbians over there."
I turned around and saw Dark and Avril sitting off in the corner behind us. So Sally was watching them over my shoulder.
"They are so cute." she said. "Oh I wish I was a lesbian."
I just smiled, I could easily imagine that.
"Ah" Sally exclaimed "They are going to kiss."
I turned as subtly as I could to watch them. Dark-hair was holding onto Avril's arm and hugging it. Avril was pinching Dark-hair's knee. Dark stroked Avril's shoulder with her cheek. She said something and Avril laughed. They turned to each other and looked right in each other's eyes.
"Ohh, here it comes." Sally whispered.
They leant in towards each other more and more, until their lips met in a brief, very sweet kiss, obviously full of genuine love.
"Oh God that's sexy." Sally said "I'm all horny now."
******
We pulled up to Georgina's house at a little past 7pm - and the party was already pumping. They had really gone all out to decorate - there were lights in the garden up to the front door. We could see flashing lights from the back yard - like a night club. Inside the kitchen was lit only with dark-lights and Christmas lights under the cupboards and counter top. It was all a bit surreal. We had visited this house several times and it looked completely different.
Sally was holding the wine and I was holding the dish we had brought - some baked salad thing. It was warm and delicious.
Georgina bounced over to us when we came in the door.
"I'm so glad you could come." she shouted.
We never thought of not coming.
"She hugged Sally and then hugged me. She nearly pulled me over and I struggled to balance the salad in my hand. As we pulled apart she kissed my cheek and squeezed my hand. I looked her right in the eyes. Were her pupils dilated? Oh my God! She was stoned!
"Come over this way and meet the people."
I doubt that there was anyone I didn't know. It was so weird to see Georgina so bubbly - she is usually so serious at Sally's work.
A few hours later I was picking through the nibbles left on the table and drinking a beer. Sally was in the garage smoking. It was too cold to stay out in the back yard - there was talk that it might snow. While I was slowly drinking and eating, a young woman came over and sat beside me.
"What's good?" she asked.
"The stuffed olives are wonderful." I replied, pointing to a platter in the middle of the counter.
I couldn't see her face well in the dark-lights but she smiled a lot and it was a big beautiful smile.
As she leant over to reach the olives her T-shirt rode up and exposed a tattoo on the side of her belly, just above her hip.
"Nice tattoo." I said.
"Which one, honey?" she asked.
I pointed to her hip.
"Oh yeah that one. Not my best. I was depressed and my tattooist was drunk - but that's what it's about I suppose. An experience forever."
"Yeah - I was in a bad mood when I got my first tattoo."
"Yeah? Where is it?"
I rolled up my sleeve to show her the ram's head on my biceps.
"Nice! Here's my favourite." and she pushed her pants and panties down over her ass to show a bleeding and broken heart over the round of her tight and toned ass cheek. Victoria's secret panties I noted.
I gulped and shifted to hide my growing erection.
"Good work, that one." I cleared my throat "Nice lines."
"Yeah, my name is Kathryn by the way. But call me Kat"
She extended a hand; I shook her hand and introduced myself.
"Nice talking. Hopefully I will see you around."
A while later I wandered out to the garage. Sally had a glass of red wine in one hand, a cigarette in the other and was laughing heartily. I sat down next to her and tried to get into the conversation but it was all work gossip. The guy sitting on the other side of Sally got up to go get another beer. As he left he passed Kat at the door. Kat smiled at him and smacked his butt as he went out of the room. Kat came over sat in the only seat available - next to Sally.
"Oh, honey. This is Kat, the new girl at work. She is a real firecracker."
"Yeah, we met before." I said.
"We were showing each other our tattoos." Kat said.
Sally just laughed.
"Can I have a drag of your cig, love?" Kat asked Sally. She offered her cigarette, but rather than picking it up Kat leaned forward and took a drag from it while Sally held it. She then took Sally's wine glass from her hand and drank from it. There was something strangely erotic about it, like an ancient ceremony or rite.
The conversation continued but I could only see Kat and the way she engaged everybody at the table. She was a powerful person, full of raw energy.
As she talked, she absently stroked Sally's arm. It looked harmless and yet incredibly provocative. Sally let her cigarette burn down to the butt in her hand to avoid moving her arm, but other than that you would have no idea that she was aware of Kat touching her.
Soon after Kat stood up briefly. I think she was shouting something offensive at someone across the garage, it doesn't matter, I wasn't paying attention.
But when she sat down she didn't put her hand against Sally's arm, she put her arm around Sally's and rested her hand on Sally's thigh.
I couldn't believe it. This girl was touching my girl, not only in front of me, but in front of all their work colleagues. Sally took the burnt out butt of her cigarette from her fingers with her other hand then softly dropped her now free hand in Kat's lap and squeezed her thigh. We weren't at a table, just chairs in a circle. I don't think there was a single person in the room who wasn't aware of what was happening.
Sally turned to me.
"Babe," she asked "Could you light me another cigarette."
I took the pack from her lap, pulled out two, put them in my mouth and lit them with my Zippo. I handed one back to her. It felt like my hands were shaking.
She took it with her lips and winked at me.
She puffed a few times, and then Kat took the cigarette from Sally's mouth and took a few puffs herself. They leant in close to each other and Kat held the cig up to Sally's mouth for her to smoke. They shared the cigarette like that for a while, until it was finished. It was only then that I realised that all conversation had stopped; everyone was just staring at this slow erotic show. Their hands were stroking each other's thighs, softly squeezing them.
When the cigarette was finished Sally drained her glass of wine. She went to fill it again but the bottle by her feet was empty. She went to stand up but I stopped her.
"Don't worry baby, I get you some more." and I stood up.
