This is a long and slow-burn tale. If you are expecting torrid love scenes from page one, you will be disappointed.
Alice
Seducing a man is a no-brainer. It is easier than inviting your dog for a walk. Provided you meet his criteria regarding height, weight, color, race, and breast size, he is on. And, I must add, these requirements are soluble in alcohol, particularly in the wee hours of the night.
Seducing a girl is a different game altogether. Girls like sex as much as men do, but within a more complex package, where things are slower and more subtle. Even if it is just a one-night stand, a girl likes to discover her partner bit by bit. She wants to feel that he desires her as a whole and that he respects her (the last thing she wants is to be the object of his bragging the following day). She wants him to be capable of sharing a wonderful moment with her rather than just having a good time.
I don't have any statistics, but my guess is that less than 10% of men are capable of understanding the way girls work. The other 90% don't find any of this relevant, but then, again, they can't find where the clitoris is either.
When a girl is seducing another girl, the plot thickens. First of all, because it becomes blurrier who is the prey and who is the predator. They both are both. They both look for the same slow and subtle package. Time is not of the essence. Being able to share a wonderful moment is (operating word: share).
The thing that holds most girls back is that they would hate a faux pas. Although very few men would refuse flirting with a girl, many women would and that could become embarrassing. This problem does not happen, for instance, at a lesbian bar. Nobody goes to a lesbian bar because of the excellence of their cocktails. But in real life, there are more lines to be read between the lines than there are lines themselves.
An even more delicate situation occurs when you have overwhelming evidence that the girl of your interest is straight, but you hope against hope that you can revert this situation. There is where Alice comes in.
I am an engineer by training and have my own consulting firm, which is a daring enterprise in a male dominated industry. I was recently involved in multidisciplinary project that required a team of other specialists one of which was Alice, who is a physicist.
When I first saw her, I noticed a pretty 25-30-year-old girl, that reminded me of Tinker Bell except for the way she dressed. No cleavage, no miniskirts, but rather a modern no-nonsense Ann Taylor style. I wasn't struck by lightning or anything similar when I first met her.
As the project progressed though, she started to attract my attention by her intelligence, the depth of her knowledge and the ease with which she put her ideas across. She had an odd sense of humor, much like mine, and we started to collaborate against the brazen maleness of the rest of the team. That led me to perceive that she cleverly deemphasized her beauty because - as you undoubtedly know - beauty is an unmistakable sign of lack of intelligence!!!
Day by day I started to get more interested in her. The elegance of her clothes, the intelligence of her ideas, the smell of her perfume, and her disarming smile captivated me in a way that communicated directly with my pussy. When I sat beside her and felt the smell of her hair, my panties would get wet.
Did I have any sign that she felt the same way? None whatsoever!
I learned through the grapevine that she had recently broken off an engagement. She didn't flirt with the men in the team but navigated well among their constant attempts to get into her pants. She never encouraged them but never put them off (in my defense I have to say that they were always trying to get into my pants as well).
A faux pas is bad enough, but a faux pas in a working environment, particularly in a project team, is very bad. I had to play a long game.
One Thursday the guys invited us to a drink the following Friday. They were full of bad intentions towards both of us. Alice promptly accepted and I went along. I wanted to see how it played out. It turned out the way I hoped. Each of the five of them made a more or less subtle pass at each of us and were politely discouraged from persisting. In the end, the five got together by the snooker table and let the two of us alone. That was when she looked at me and said:
"Hi Chris!"
"Hi there, Alice!"
"Did you notice how they divided us so that we could not help each other to deflect the charge of the male brigade? In the end, I think we both did well."
I laughed: "Didn't we?"
"It is nice to know that they were interested though. Can you imagine if they didn't care?"
My heart sagged a bit. "This will be a tough one," I thought.
We then chatted about this and that and the guys said they were living. They paid their share of the bill and left. We chatted away a bit more and when I looked at my phone it was 2 AM.
"Oh Alice, I know you belong to the Wonderland story, but my carriage must have turned into a pumpkin by now!"
She laughed and said "I didn't drive here. I didn't want to risk a DUI."
"You are lucky that, uncharacteristically, I didn't drink any alcohol tonight. Where do you live?"
It wasn't far from where I live so I offered a lift which she promptly accepted.
She asked me where I lived and when I told her she said: "I know where it is. There is a wonderful Italian restaurant at the corner."
Hopingly I said: "Yes, there is. If you want, we can have dinner there one day."
"What are you doing for lunch on Sunday?"
I had promised my parents to have lunch with them, so I promptly answered: "Nothing. Do you want to try it?" (Parents can wait, can't they?)
She agreed and I asked: "Why don't you come to my place, and we can walk to the restaurant?"
"It is set then."
On Sunday morning I was anxious as a teenager waiting for her boyfriend. She arrived on time, and I asked her in.
"Come in, please. Can I offer something to drink while I finish my makeup?"
She politely refused and I let her in my living room, where I have a huge wall picture of two girls kissing. It is not pornographic by any means, but it is very erotic. It took me 5 minutes to get ready and when I joined her she was seating facing the picture, absorbed in it. I didn't offer any comments, and we left.
I am a tall girl (5'8"), lean (130 lb.), with 34B breasts. I am 32 years old. Both boys and girls say I am pretty (I've never been accused of being beautiful) but my outstanding feature is my butt. I have very well shaped a bubble-butt that attracts the same boys and girls that find me pretty. Coincidentally or not, it is a very sexually sensitive part of my body.
Tinker Bell Alice could not be more different. She is 29 and my guesses are 5'2'', 105-110 lb. and 32C breasts. If my butt is attractive, hers is perfect.
I was wearing tight jeans (emphasizing my butt) and a linen man´s shirt without a bra. Nothing transparent. She was in jeans as well, with an aqua blouse and wearing a push-up bra (my guess was that her breasts did not need any pushing up)
We got to the restaurant, had a drink, and then lunch with wine. Our conversation flew from life history to college story to travel experiences to likes and dislikes. She was from a medium-sized town in the middle of Brazil, the sole daughter in a 3 children strictly evangelical family. She came to São Paulo to get a degree in physics and got a job after graduation. She lived with another two girls for a while but moved to her own studio flat recently. "Kind of freer but kind of lonelier" she said.
"Pets?"
"No. I'm not into them."
"Me neither"
Having been raised in an evangelical family in a rather small town, São Paulo was, at first glance, like Sodom and Gomorrah. She slowly learned the ropes, though, and discovered how oppressive her upbringing had been. She now goes back home only once a year, for Christmas.
We had dessert with limoncello - which helped to loosen our tongues - and started talking about love experiences. She had dated a college boyfriend to whom she got engaged. A few months before the wedding she decided that it would not work out and broke off, to the dismay of her family. Without any prying questions from me, she confessed he had been her sole sexual partner. "Not by lack of offers, I may add." she said laughing.
"Not even one worth an experiment?"
"There might have been, but..."
"But?"
"The trouble is that you can take the girl out of the small town, but it is difficult to take the small town out of the girl. I am still a newbie in the big city. I fear everybody will be talking about me the following day." And quickly added:
"What about you?"
"Well, from what you just told me, I believe I've had a bigger number of experiences than you, but still haven't found someone with whom I want to settle down."
"Bigger number of experiences, huh?" she asked with a laugh. "Gotcha!"
I felt like I was blushing:
