Katie's story takes a turn for the better. This chapter is a little light on the sex, but heavy on playful seduction. Please enjoy...
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I got my usual mocha latte and Chloe got a vanilla latte. We waited for our coffee and she kept her eyes down, pointedly not looking at me. After our order was ready, we went and found a table on a little balcony that was fairly private. We settled in and Chloe continued to avoid eye contact. Finally, after a few sips she seemed to find the courage to say what she had to say.
"Ms. Cunningham?" She said quietly, still not looking directly at me. "Are you a lesbian?"
Of all the things that I had anticipating her saying;
that
question had not even made my list. I struggled with my composure for moment. She looked up at me, obvious nervousness in her eyes.
Finally, I smiled at her. "Firstly, if we're going to have
this
conversation; you'd better call me Katie." She relaxed and smiled a little. "Secondly, I need to know why you think I might be lesbian."
She looked nervous again. "Sweetie, it's OK. I'm not angry, just curious." I said.
She looked into my eyes, eyes that I knew were smiling at her, and she relaxed completely. "I, I, I don't know. It's just a vibe I get from you, I guess. It's nothing that you've done, and maybe it's because the only guy that's ever been around is your brother." I raised my eyebrow and she giggled. "All the girls know who he is; they think he's a hunk."
I raised my eyebrow again, "They?" I finally had an inkling of what this was about and I desperately wanted to help her.
Her head dropped again and this time I didn't let it go. I reached across the little table and lifted her chin with my fingers. "Don't be ashamed of what you feel, of who you think you are or who you desire. If you like girls or even just think you might like girls, don't be ashamed. Be proud of who you are. Chloe you're a wonderful girl, don't let what others think or say make you think less of yourself. Now, to answer your question, yes I am a lesbian. I have had heterosexual relationships but, I like girls a lot more, so I consider myself lesbian, not bi-sexual. What is going on that makes you ask about this?"
"You know Brittany Harding?" She asked quietly.
"Yes, she's in my next to last class. Why, what's going on with Brittany?" I asked, but suspecting that I already knew.
"Well, she's my best friend; we've been best friends since kindergarten." Chloe explained. "Her birthday is a week before mine, so since we were little we've had a sleepover the Saturday night after my birthday. This year, since we both turned eighteen, her mom let us have it at their house, even though she was out of town. She told us not to have any boys over, but the sleepover has always been just the two of us and we didn't want anybody else anyway."
I smiled, "I can understand that."
She smiled back. "We had gotten into our pajamas early, we were gonna watch movies and eat popcorn and candy and stuff. It's what we always have done. We were watching chick flicks, you know rom-coms, and all of a sudden Brittany jumped up and ran out of her bedroom. I thought maybe something made her sick, except she didn't go into the bathroom, she ran down the hall. I just sat there waiting for her and she came back into the room with her hands behind her back. 'I found something in my mom's drawer the other night. She sent me to get something out of her lingerie drawer and I think she forgot these were in there.' She said. Brittany pulled her hands out and she had two DVD's in her hands."
Chloe stopped and looked at me, her eyes wide. "They were porn videos," she whispered, "lesbian porn videos."
I smiled at her, "A lot of people watch porn, there's nothing wrong with it."
She blushed furiously. "I know, but Brittany's
mom
was watching lesbian porn. One was about young girls discovering lesbian sex together and the other was about older women seducing younger girls."
I couldn't resist teasing Chloe. "How
do
you know what the videos were about?"
I didn't think she could get any redder, but I was wrong. Her face was almost purple, it was so red.
"I, uh, we, uhhh, I..." she mumbled.
I reached over and took her hands in mine, smiling gently. "It's OK, sweetie. You're eighteen and you can do whatever you want, don't be embarrassed, I'm just teasing you."
Evidently, she was holding her breath, because she exhaled a big breath. She seemed to relax again.
"So, what else happened?" I asked, "Surely your embarrassment isn't over watching lesbian porn, is it?"
She smiled nervously, "No, it isn't. Brittany showed me the DVD's and then said she was going to stick one in. She walked over, stopped the movie that was running and put in one of the porn DVD's. It turned out to be the one with the older women seducing younger girls. Brittany climbed back on the bed and we started watching the movie. The first older lady was beautiful with natural breasts and a tight body. I know the younger actress was at least as old as us, but she didn't look it. She had tiny breasts and flawless skin. She had an innocent look that looked very appealing next to the older lady."
"We watched as the older lady, playing a tutor, slowly seduced the young girl. I was surprised; it was sweet and soft with a lot of kissing. It took about fifteen minutes for the women to get into bed and get all of their clothes off. The actresses seemed to genuinely like each other and enjoy the sex, which I didn't expect. The first scene lasted about forty five minutes and by the time it was over, I was starting to get really turned on."
She blushed and looked away from me. She sat there for a moment, not speaking.
I said, "Chloe, it's OK to have been excited by something that was intended to do exactly that."
She whispered, "But, I'm not a lesbian."
