I watched as Alex's shimmering hair brushed her shoulders with each turn of her head. I watched her hips sway seductively as she moved through the room. I noted her infectious smile as she greeted her arriving guests with hugs and friendly pecks on the cheek. I watched her as I have watched her for the past three months, quietly...secretly.
Alex was a new acquaintance. We met through a friend of a friend and were quickly on our way to becoming great friends ourselves. We've talked on the phone many nights into the wee hours. We have had several lunch meetings and I've attended her monthly get-togethers the past two months. I've tried to be around her as much as I could. I loved being in intimate situations alone with her. I was attracted from the moment I laid eyes on her; however, I'm still trying to figure out where the boundaries are sexually. It appears to me that we've shared knowing glances, that certain caresses from her were deliberate. At other times it seems like we have the typical hetero-female friendship.
With most bi-sexual or lesbian women I've met it was obvious... no guessing, no games. They have made it clear by their actions or just being straightforward and proud, not caring who knew. I myself have not been giving a clear indication as to my sexual orientation either. I didn't want to scare her off or make her feel uncomfortable.
Alex was different, or maybe she was just unsure of her own sexuality. Maybe she was just one of those people that are touchy-feely with everyone she knows. So I've watched her. Watched her reactions to her other female friends, took note of how she touches them during conversation and the way she looks at them when they aren't looking at her. There is a lot to be said with body language and just a look and I was trying to hear what hers was saying, or not saying if that was the case.
I've come to a decision to put her to a final test, and tonight is as good a time as any. I can't wait and watch any longer. I can't be with her and not touch her and not know if she feels the same way. If all goes well, and I hope it does, I'll finally be making love to her tonight. I've thought about it many times in the past weeks, I've masturbated while imagining touching her, tasting her. My thoughts have been consumed with the embellished details of how we would make love.
I was lost in my fantasy world when she whispered in my ear; startling me and bringing me back to reality. The room had filled up quickly and the decibel level had risen considerably. I had to wonder to myself how I was even able to hold a thought with all the noise.
"Hey Lindsey, where are you," she whispered in my ear as she bent over my shoulder from behind me?
Her voice sounded so soft and clear in the chatter filled room, as if we were the only two people there. Her warm breath on my neck caused goose bumps to spring up all over my body. Being so close I could smell her perfume, Obsession, her favorite fragrance to wear when she was entertaining. Her hair fell forward, lightly brushing my cheek. I inhaled nonchalantly, filling my nose with the faint scent of her shampoo, not able to put a name to the bouquet.
"Oh, hey you. I'm right here. No place I'd rather be than here with you having a good time," I smiled and half turned to face her.
"So, what were you thinking about? You seemed awfully deep in thought," she asked as she came around the love seat and sat next to me. She laid her hand on my thigh as she took her seat; her knees angled so that they were touching the side of my leg, every nerve came alive and tingled with just the slightest touch from her. My nipples hardened, a flash of heat surged through my lower stomach and shot down like a streak of white, hot lightening between my legs.
"Um, well, nothing really. I was just lost in my own little world. Everyone knows me there, ya know," I joked, laughing half-heartedly. I was trying to mentally hold back the flames that were threatening to burn through my pussy and set fire to the cushion under me.
Well, I know you sweetie. I think maybe I might know you better than you know yourself." Alex slid her hand up my thigh just a little higher, squeezing gently.
Here we go, another touch from Alex that could be an innocent gesture or could be a sign that she's testing the waters herself. At any rate it was a prime opportunity and I wasn't going to let it pass. I laid my hand over hers, moved it a tad bit higher and slid both ours hands closer to my smoldering inferno. Alex didn't pull her hand away and my heart raced at the thought of what that could mean.
