At last the big day arrived and Julie was on her way to the writers workshop. She had looked forward to this workshop as it was geared toward marketing books. So with a great deal of joy, she hopped in the car and headed out on the daylong drive to the workshop.
Once she checked in at the hotel, she hurried downstairs to the first lecture, grabbed a chair right in the front row, and waited for the lecture to begin.
It would have been nice to freshen up and get changed out of her driving clothes, but she simply had no time. She had a whole two minutes to spare, she saw by her watch and chuckled.
She checked the manual. The first lecture was by a woman named Sherrie Foxx, who was an expert on publishing books in the sewing category. Julie didn't know of her, but eagerly waited what she might learn.
After a couple of minutes, the most gorgeous blonde woman Julie had ever seen stepped out from behind the curtain and began talking to the audience. This must be Sherrie. She wore a knee-high green skirt and white blouse. The top button was open, and the material stretched over a pair of firm, generous breasts. Her long hair fell in waves about her shoulders. Her face was exquisitely sculpted.
Julie realized her mouth had fallen open and she hastily closed it, turning a shade of crimson to match her name. She tried hard to pay attention to what Sherrie said about the details of publishing, but her eyes roamed up and down the woman's body as she moved in liquid grace back and forth across the stage. It didn't help Julie’s libido that her boyfriend had been out of town on business for the past several days and poor Julie had been left home alone. She of course, planned on being faithful to him. She had no thoughts of finding some young stud for an affair while at this conference.
"Still..." her mind wandered, "...having another woman wouldn't be cheating. This might be the perfect opportunity to engage in my fantasy," she thought. Then she caught herself. Sherrie was most likely married and even if she wasn't, she probably didn't swing the way Julie’s mind was leaning at the moment.
It seemed like hours, but in reality only one hour passed and Julie knew she hadn't heard a word Sherrie had said until now.
"Any questions?" Sherrie asked as she wrapped up the talk.
Julie knew that this vision of loveliness, this fantasy beauty, this dream in a tight blouse, was about to leave. She might never see her again. She had to hang onto this moment. "Yes, I have a question. I... I... have a book... I thought maybe you could... could give me some pointers,” Julie blurted out.
She was very surprised when Sherrie smiled at her and spoke, "Well, I'll have to know more details. Why don't you stay for a few minutes and I'll take a look at your book?"
Julie was stunned. "Of course." Her mouth was suddenly dry, her heart raced and her breath came in ragged gasps.
There were a few other questions, but the room emptied quickly and now there remained only the two of them. Julie had no idea of how to pursue this, or what to say. She felt worse than on her first school date. Much worse. She knew what to expect from boys and just how to handle them. Get them hard and give them a show and the boys were ready to do anything she wanted. Boys were simple. But Sherrie was no boy. "Definitely not a boy," Julie thought as she gazed at the blonde. Sherrie bent forward and tidied up the desk, the smooth curve of her breasts easily seen. It was almost as if Sherrie had forgotten Julie.
Julie cleared her throat. Sherrie looked up at her, but in no way moved to hide the tops of her breasts from Julie’s eyes.
"Oh yes, you're the one who wanted pointers?" Sherrie smiled and walked over to Julie’s chair. "Let's see your book?"
Julie burned crimson again as she realized that in the haste of getting to the lecture, she had left her book upstairs in her room. She fumbled around in her large purse, hoping to buy a minute to think. "I... I think... I left it...."
"...Upstairs? In your room?" Sherrie finished for her. "I think I know what is going on here. How about if we get a drink in the bar? Get to know each other a bit. How does that sound?" she asked, while reaching out to cover Julie’s hand, which was still on top of the purse.
Julie looked down at Sherrie's hand, smooth skin, pink nail polish, and oh so very warm against her own flesh. No wedding band. "Yes. Sorry. I do have my book.... It's upstairs, truly."
"Let's go have that drink." Sherrie's smile melted into Julie’s eyes and set her blood pounding. She followed the blonde as if in a trance to the bar.
They sat and ordered two rum and cokes. Julie was pleased that Sherrie liked the same drink she did. They drank in silence, the alcohol calming Julie’s racing heart. "What now?" she whispered and then realized that Sherrie heard her.
Sherrie gave a little laugh. "I know what's going on here. I know what you want and I'm flattered. Let's cut to the chase. Shall we go to your room... to find your book?" Sherrie's luscious lips curved up at the corner and she licked the tip of her tongue across her lower lip.
"Of course. I really do want to show you my book and get some pointers."
"I'm sure you do." Sherrie paid for the drinks and they left for the elevators. The trip to the tenth floor was quiet, until Sherrie whispered, "It's okay. I know what you want and I want to make your fantasy come true. You need not be afraid."
Julie's eyes grew large when she digested the meaning of Sherrie's words. She fumbled for her key and Sherrie steadied her hand so she could get it into the lock. Once they were inside the room, the door closed, Julie breathed a long sigh of relief. She had not dared to hope that Sherrie would be interested in a lesbian affair with her, but here she was right in her room.
"Sorry, I didn't even get to unpack. It's such a long drive... the place is a..." Julie started to say.
