If it wasn't for the redhead, my life probably wouldn't have turned out to be as good as it is.
My name is Ann. I am an average girl in many ways, but I have always been an introvert. We did not know that fancy word when I was a kid - I was just shy. My dad is not much of a talker too, but I am worse. Of course, I can talk to people, but only if needed. I had a few friends at school - in fact, only one close friend. It was my neighbor Ellie. She lived on the farm next to ours. We were together once in a while, in the beginning mostly because our parents insisted. I was ok with just staying at home, helping my parents. I liked to help my mom in the kitchen, and I helped my dad with the milking and when he needed an extra hand on the farm. My two older brothers are much older than me, and they left home long before I finished elementary school. During my youth, we were just my parents and me on the farm.
When we grew older, we got boobs. Mine got bigger than Ellie's. The boys tried to befriend me, and I had to spend a lot of mental energy to fight them off, but as I was acting very shy and quiet, the guys thought it was the easiest way to get near my boobs by befriending Ellie first. She was of course more outgoing than I was, and she took advantage of the situation and dated the guys. She wasn't ugly herself, with ginger hair and freckles. It was indeed a win-win situation: She had fun with the guys and I was saved from their efforts to get me laid. I did not want a boyfriend, I just wanted to be let alone. Ellie knew that and was by my side every time she sensed that I needed it, no matter how hot a hunk she was dating.
I left school, went through college, and found a job as a bookkeeper. I ended up on the coast in the next state, with a good job and a one-bedroom apartment.
And then I saw the redhead.
I saw her in the street once in a while during my first summer in the city. I couldn't miss it - her hair wasn't chestnut, auburn, or ginger - it was red like a fire engine, clearly from a bottle of hair dye. I envied her because all of my life I had tried to live under the radar: Dressing neutral and not showing anything that might draw attention from the guys. I wasn't afraid of them, but did not want to spend mental energy fighting any strangers off. And she - the redhead - she dared to show the world that she was different! Like a rebel or at least an independent girl with the guts to stand out. And she was cute. A short pixie haircut and a smiling face with bright blue eyes.
Every day on my way home, I looked out for her. I saw her a few times in the local supermarket, and soon I realized that often she was shopping with a friend. Her friend was taller than her, and thinner, I guess that lean is a better word. She had an unusual haircut too; her hair was black and cut in an asymmetric hairstyle - buzz cut on the right side of her head and almost to the shoulder on the left side. I was stunned. How could she wear her hair like that? Now I envied two girls. I would never be self-confident enough to wear my hair much differently from how it always had been: Dark blonde, shoulder length and with bangs, almost a tent to hide myself in. All I could do was dream about a life where I was daring, different, and brave enough to show it.
And more about dreaming: I hadn't been laid, but I surely had discovered sex. I had masturbated for years, and during college, I had found porn on the internet. I thought that I was supposed to watch it and get aroused, but it didn't work every time for me. After I saw the redhead, I realized that I focused on the girls, when I watched porn. And one day I saw those two girls in the street, walking hand in hand. And then they kissed!
I stopped dead in my tracks, giving a second look. Yes, they kissed. And walked away. I wanted to follow them, but I had a bag of groceries in each hand and my bicycle stood around the corner in the opposite direction. After I had gotten my bicycle, the girls were long gone.
That evening I googled 'lesbian porn', and I knew immediately that this was something I really wanted to explore. I usually spent my evenings reading and watching TV, and if the weather was fine (it usually was), I took a walk in the neighborhood a few times a week. On the weekends, I used to take a long ride on my bicycle and I spent Saturday or Sunday afternoons cooking a big pot of dinner, so I could freeze portions of it for an easy dinner on the days I was working. Gradually, I spent more and more time on the internet, watching my latest craze. I had always enjoyed a glass of red wine with my dinner, but now I ended up at Saturday evenings, having more than one glass. In fact, I got half drunk, watched lesbian porn and I was masturbating like a maniac. Sundays I was always a little sore down there.
I was still looking for those girls on my way home from work. When I saw them, I noticed more and more things that appealed to me. I did not dare to follow them much, but when they were shopping in the same supermarket as me, I spent more time than necessary looking through the aisles, making sure that I got more than a short glimpse of the girls. The redhead was about my age, perhaps a year or two older, and the taller girl was much closer to 30. They usually held hands while they were walking in the street, and I noticed something weird about it: They didn't exactly hold hands; the taller girl held the other girl by the wrist. It was like she had captured her, and it puzzled me. One day I saw them kiss, and this time the taller girl initiated the kiss by gripping the redhead's hair, and then she pulled her head closer to her own. I realized that there was a sort of dominance in their relationship and it turned me on. I was very much turned on by the thought of being treated like the redhead. My internet search changed a bit - now I discovered the big and fascinating world of BDSM.
Another thing I envied was the way they dressed. I always tried to hide my assets with big shirts and baggy jeans. Those two girls were usually in skin-tight jeans and a top showing or accentuating their curves. Not that the tall one had many curves; she had narrow hips and a small tight ass. She had small tits, perhaps an A or B-cup. I don't think she owned a pair of blue jeans - she was always in some sort of black jeans, sitting perfectly as if they were painted on her. My favorite was a pair of black coated jeans with silver rivets down the side seam. Once in a while, I saw her in a skirt, but it still sat tight over her ass and thighs.
The redhead had more curves. An ass to die for and more than a good handful of breasts. They looked about the same size as mine, and they stood out proud. Her tops were usually tight, but sometimes I saw her wear a loose top or shirt. I had seen her in baggy jeans once in a while, but mostly she was wearing jeans or leggings as tight as her friend's. I thought that girlfriend was a better word. Sometimes I saw her in what looked like runner's tights but in a shiny material. In my fantasy, I imagined that I buried my head in her crotch while she was wearing one of those tights.
Their lifestyle was the opposite of mine, almost radiating decadence and depravity. At least that was my impression, as I was brought up in a rural part of Tennessee. And I envied them!
In fact, I was obsessed with them. I discovered that they lived in an apartment building almost next to mine. My evening walks now always began in their direction, and on my way home, I passed their apartment building almost every time too, just to see if I could get a glimpse of them. I had seen them come home one evening and waited to see in which of the dark apartments they switched on the light. In that way, I could read on the door intercom that their names were Jenny and Rosie.
One day in the late fall I was shopping in our local supermarket. As usual, I took my time parking my bicycle and getting my small rucksack ready for my shopping. All this with an obvious reason; if they were on their way to or from the supermarket, I could spot them in time. I did not see them and I entered the shop. This was not the day, I thought, as I couldn't see them anywhere. That was not unusual.
I just needed pasta, milk, and some meat, and I went to the aisle with pasta. A person hurried around a corner and almost knocked me over. I was caught before I hit the floor, and I felt just like Jamie Lee Curtis in the tango with Arnold Schwarzenegger, except that I wasn't wearing a dress and didn't have a rose between my teeth. I looked up into a smiling face and that fire engine red hair.
"Oh, I am so sorry!" she said. I tried to gain my balance again and took a step backward to get my feet under my center of gravity. I rose slowly, supported by her arms around me and my hand on her back. I drank her sweet beauty in. For the first time, I had a closer look at her face. She had a thin ring in the side of her nostril and big hoop earrings. Her mouth moved like she was saying something. I could see her tongue through her smiling lips, and - she had it pierced! Her mouth moved again. I looked into her eyes. They showed concern.
