Part 2a: Kate's Story
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I had driven straight home after leaving Jenny's house in a state of high excitement - I still couldn't quite believe what had happened. Just before noon I met Jenny after I stopped to help her after her car overheated on 51
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Avenue. I drove her home and found that she was suffering from breast engorgement and needed to go to the Hospital. I proposed a creative solution to her problem, but things got out of hand and...well we ended up having an afternoon of incredible sex together. We fell asleep in each other's arms, but when I woke she seemed cold and rushed me out of house. But just before I drove away she came running out of the house after having a quick change of heart and gave me her phone number! I was still confused and uncertain as to what had really happened and where I stood with Jenny.
I had originally intended to go to my boyfriend Mark's house to talk to him about what had happened today. This would be the first big test of our "arrangement," and I desperately hoped that Mark meant what he said about letting me having lesbian flings while we were dating. I never thought I would take him up on that offer, because I thought that was all in my past. But after meeting Jenny today I was sure that my lesbian side was very much alive and kicking. Jenny was unlike the girls I had been with before. For a start, she was older, married, and the mother of a small child. All of those facts turned me on to some degree. Perhaps it was just novelty, the lure of forbidden fruit or the thrill of transgression, but whatever it was, it had a powerful hold on me and I couldn't get her out of my mind.
There didn't seem any point to driving out to tell Mark, because I wasn't sure myself what was going on yet. Jenny had given me her phone number, but I didn't know her true intentions. Maybe she's confused or embarrassed and just wants to talk. I don't think she had ever been with a woman before, and I could only imagine what kind of emotional turmoil a young married mother would feel after having her first lesbian encounter, with a teenager at that. Then again, maybe she does want to see me again. The passion of our encounter surprised even me. Jenny had a shocking amount of pent up sexual desire, and I wondered how long it has been since she had sex with her husband. I had read that it was quite common for one or both members of a married couple to lose interest in sex for a time after the birth of a child. Whatever the case, that sexual energy hit us like a tidal wave this afternoon, and I sensed there was more where that came from. That thought gave me butterflies in my stomach and a warm feeling elsewhere.
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I paced in my room and looked at the clock; it was only 9:32, just 2 minutes later than the last time I looked at it. It was probably too early to call Jenny anyway I though, as she was likely still busy getting her car fixed. I decided to take a nice hot bath to relax. I had a quick shower at Jenny's before I drove home, but I needed to kill some time and washing my hair was always a good way to do that. I put on my pajamas, went to the bathroom and turned on the taps in the tub. I then went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Mom, dad and my little sister Erin were sitting in the TV room watching a movie.
"Why aren't you out on a date with Mark, Kate?" My dad asked. "It's a Saturday night, after all."
"Friday night is date night dad. Saturday night he's gaming with the boys. Besides, I overexerted myself today," I said, smiling to myself. "I'm going to have to bath and turn in early."
"Too much shopping?" My mother said.
"Something like that." I replied, hiding my smile.
I went back to the bathroom with my water, slipped into the tub and relaxed as I played back the events of today. I washed my hair and shaved my legs even though they didn't really need it. As I dried my long curly red hair, I admired myself in the mirror. I may be short, pale and freckly but I had beautiful green eyes, a nice smile, attractive, pert 34 C breasts, a slender waist, a very shapely backside and...well, okay legs (I wished they were about 6 inches longer). And then of course there was my hair. I used to hate having red hair. When I was shy and insecure my red hair made me stand out as a target for bullies, but as I got older and more confident I started figuring out to use my flaming locks to my advantage. I learned to mesmerize boys with tricks like the hair toss, finger twirl, and peek-a-boo eyes. Even Mark, who I have been dating for 6 months, was usually defenseless against the hair, especially when reinforced with a bit of cleavage. And now, I had just used it to seduce a beautiful, older, married woman. Or had I just been seduced by a beautiful, older, married woman? I still wasn't terribly clear on that point. But at any rate I'm sure that Betty, my lesbian former mentor, would be proud.
There were only two phones in our house, one in the den by the kitchen and one on my parent's bedside table. My mom and dad were still watching TV in the den, so I would have to wait till they went to bed before I could call Jenny, if it was not too late. As I sat in my room impatiently waiting for my parents to go to bed, I watched the minutes drag by. I tried to rehearse in my head what I was going to say to her as I brushed my hair. I had a million questions bouncing around in my head, and the waiting was killing me.
My parents finally went to bed at 10:15, and after waiting a few agonizing minutes to make sure they were really going to sleep I crept out of my room and padded down the hall to the darkened den. After several false starts, I finally summoned up the courage and dialed the numbers, after glancing down the hall towards my parent's room to make sure the coast was clear. I walked quietly into the kitchen, toying nervously with the coiled phone cord, as I heard the connection complete and the phone ring at the other end of the line. The butterflies in my stomach were swarming, and with each ring my nerve diminished. By the fourth ring I was headed back into the den to hang up in embarrassment when Jenny's breathless voice suddenly answered.
"Hello?"
"It's me, Kate." I blurted nervously. "I hope I didn't wake you."
There followed a long sigh of relief on the other end of the line.
"Oh Kate! I was hoping it was you!" Jenny said. "It's so good to hear your voice."
"It's good to hear your voice too Jenny." I whispered.
"Kate, I am so sorry about the way I treated you this evening. I was horrible to you -- and after you had been such an angel to me..." Jenny said.
"Jenny..." I tried to interject.
"I don't know what came over me! I was confused and freaked out and I panicked. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." Jenny said softly.
"Jenny it's okay, I understand." I whispered.
I sat on the kitchen floor with my back to a cabinet as Jenny unburdened.
"What happened this afternoon!?" Jenny said, her voice ladened with emotion. "Before today I had never even thought about...sex with a woman. But suddenly, out of nowhere I was just overwhelmed with...lust and desire for you. Where did that come from?" Jenny's voice was cracking. "What does it mean? It's like I don't even know who I am anymore! Oh, it's just all so confusing." She finished quietly.
"Jenny, can I ask you a personal question?" I asked.
"Yes." Jenny whispered.
"When was the last time you had sex with your husband?" I asked softly.
"It's been a long time." Jenny said sadly.