Hi everyone. Many apologies for the silence over the last couple of months, we've been rather busy. I'm back to writing again! A short story to re-introduce myself. I hope you enjoy!
Love
Anna
Xxxxx
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It was a bright, warm Saturday morning and I had just finished my shower. I'd managed to get my panties on when my phone rang. I dropped my pale green dress on the bed and picked it up, looking at the caller ID. I answered immediately.
"Hi Jacquie!"
There was a brief pause and then her wonderful, soft Durham accent said, "Oh... hi Anna pet. Umm... are you busy today?"
"Not really. I was planning on doing a little window shopping but nothing particular. Why, what's on your mind?"
"I... just wondered if... you know. I could maybe come and have a chat."
I wondered if this was going to be a continuation of our conversations of the last few months. "Of course. If you like. What time? Do you want to come here or meet up somewhere in town?"
There was another pause. "Um... This morning? Can I come to yours? Don't really want to talk about this in public."
Now I knew what it was going to be about. "Yes, of course darling. Give me a few minutes. I'm not quite dressed yet but then I'll get the coffee on. Maybe thirty minutes?"
I heard some nervous trepidation in her voice but she said, "Great. See you soon."
She hung up the call and I resumed putting my dress on. It comes to just above the knee and has a halter neck so I can't wear a bra with it but, with the summer weather, it was perfect.
I've known Jacquie for several years and I know she's straight, she was after all married once upon a time, although I'm fully aware that doesn't mean anything, but over the last few months she'd been asking all sorts of probing questions about my sexuality. I've never made a secret of it and have frequently taken girlfriends to social occasions that Jacquie was present at.
Jacquie is a very beautiful woman. She's in her mid sixties, so twenty years my senior, and around my height. She has dark brown hair, showing the odd bit of silver, cut in a very cute pixie style.
The first time she'd brought it up was when we'd bumped into each other in a pub. We were both with different groups but we ended up chatting as we often do. We were sitting next to each other and there was a hubbub of conversation around us.
She smiled at me and I looked into her dark brown eyes through her glasses. Apropos of nothing she asked me, "So, Anna, any girlfriend on the horizon?"
I chuckled and replied, "Nobody serious at the moment. What about you?"
She also chuckled. "Well, obviously not a girlfriend, no. I wouldn't know what to do."
I raised my eyebrow. "Really? I thought you were quite imaginative."
She blushed and replied. "Well... I can imagine. But I don't
know
." She stopped and looked around, checking that no one was listening to us. In a low voice, almost a whisper, she said, "I mean... What
is
it you do?"
I smiled and said, "I am
not
going into details of my sex life in a pub, Jacquie! Surely you can use your imagination? But let's just say that most of the things you can do with a man can be done with a woman. The only difference is... no blow jobs?"
She giggled. "So, some benefits then." The conversation moved on to more mundane topics but over the next weeks whenever we saw each other she'd return to the topic. Asking questions about what does
'it'
taste like or did I use toys. I tended to be circumspect in my answers but I could see that she was genuinely intrigued.
One morning we bumped into each other and went for a coffee together. When we got settled and we'd passed all the usual pleasantries she once more turned to the topic of what it is I preferred about women over men.
"What's going on, Jacquie?" I'd asked. "Why this obsession with my sex life?"
She swallowed and looked into her coffee mug before saying, "I'm wondering... if maybe I'd enjoy it. I've been thinking about it a lot."
"Well, I would never push anyone to do something they might regret and first you'd have to find someone you're attracted to and who is attracted to you and, trust me on this one, that's not always easy."
She looked up at me and said, "You don't seem to do too badly, Anna. I've seen you with a couple of women in the past."
I smiled. "They're mostly just friends with benefits, if you know what I mean.."
She smiled ruefully and said, "Well obviously I don't have friends like that. That I know of."
I smiled inwardly, thinking
'you only have to ask.'
We had chatted on for a little while longer and now, a couple of weeks later, I was getting ready to receive Jacquie in my home. I felt a frisson of energy inside me. Little tingles. I actually did quite fancy her but wasn't sure if the feeling was reciprocated although, given our conversations and the fact she was coming to my house, maybe it meant something.
I had everything ready, including a plate of cookies, all set out on the patio so we could drink our coffee in the warmth of the sun, when the doorbell went. I went back through the kitchen, down the short entranceway and opened the door to find Jacquie standing there with a slightly nervous look on her face.
She's what you would call pear shaped but not badly so. It gives her nice curves. Today she was wearing a floral blouse with a matching knee length loose skirt and flat, red strappy summer shoes.
I took her shoulders in my hands and we air kissed.
"Hi Jacquie! Come on through. The coffee will be ready in a couple of minutes and then I thought we could sit outside in the sun, if that's okay?"
"Hi Anna. Yes, that sounds lovely."
