Honestly, I didn't know if I should fly into an uncontrollable rage, break down and have a good cry or simply just laugh my ass off! After all, these kinds of things only happen to people in the movies, right? I mean sure, husbands (or in my case, boyfriends) cheat and their wives or girlfriends (that would be me, the latter) sometimes find out, but not like this. It was so melodramatic... It was so... so... Days of Our Lives-ish!
On the other hand, as the saying goes, you can't make this stuff up!
I didn't suspect them for a minute. What was worse, I had almost walked in on them right in the middle of the act! If the paperboy's aim hadn't been just a little bit off. If I hadn't walked into the backyard to get the paper before going inside. If I hadn't heard Tony and Kelly's rather loud love making through our open bedroom window. If things hadn't happened, just the way they happened, instead of the way they usually happened, I would probably be sitting in a dingy jail cell waiting for my lawyer to show up instead of driving around the city aimlessly, trying to make sense of it all.
Gawd! Tony! I thought to myself. Anybody but Kelly Newton! Christ, if you're gonna screw around on me, do it with someone who can at least balance her own checkbook! She was a sexy enough looking package, but Kelly was far from being the sharpest pencil in the drawer! Maybe that was part of her attraction.
I had been driving around for about an hour. It was getting close to dinner time so I hit the drive thru of the first burger seller I saw. I didn't want to go in and be sociable. Not yet anyhow.
After wolfing down my dinner and another hour of driving and I was getting tired and felt I need to stop somewhere. I was in an unfamiliar, but nice looking part of town. A bar came up on my left. Maybe a drink would help settle my jangled nerves.
The cool gloom of the bar was a welcome relief from the bright spring sunshine. The soft mummer of voices was a striking change from the sounds of Tony and Kelly's sex fest. The woman behind the bar, a shapely blonde in her forties, asked me what I wanted. Usually, I prefer wine, but this wasn't a wine night.
"Miller draft, please."
She nodded and quickly poured my beer. The black tank top she wore did little to hide her numerous tattoos. It did even less to keep her boobs under control. I guess she didn't make enough in tips to buy a bra. As she took my money and turned around to get my change from the till, I wondered if the tight black jeans she filled out so nicely, especially for her age, hid any other tattoos. Her blonde hair sported a few natural (and I'm sure, well earned) grey streaks. I hoped I would look that good when I reached her age.
"Never seen you around here." she said as she laid my change on the bar in front of me, "so I think it is only fair that to warn you. This is a lesbian bar."
She smiled at my reaction -- my poker face needs a ton of work. Some subdued chuckling rose and fell from the tables closest to us.
"Really?" A more sophisticated response eluded me.
"Don't worry, kid." she said. "The mid-week crowd is kind of mellow. Nobody will bother you if you don't want to be bothered. If they do, just let me know and I'll take care of it. My name is Donna."
"Thanks, Donna. I'm Claire." I said, "And I really just wanted to get out of the sun and have a beer or two before I go home. Um... I've had a rough day... at the office."
"Sure, kid. No problem." Donna headed off down the bar to tend to her other customers.
About halfway through my beer, I realized that I couldn't go home -- at least not tonight. I wasn't ready to face Tony and the thought of sleeping in the same bed he and Kelly had spent the afternoon fucking each other's brains out in was too depressing to contemplate. I chewed my bottom lip, pulled my cell phone out of my purse and dialed the house. I got our voicemail.
'Tony. Yeah, it's me. Listen. I ran into an old friend from college. We got to talking and just lost track of time. Anyhow, she asked me to spend the night at her place. I'll see you after work tomorrow and tell you all about it", and then with more genuine emotion than I thought I felt, I added, "Love ya!"
"You want another?"
I was startled to see Donna standing in front of me. I wondered how much of what I had said she had heard.
"I... I... was... just."
"Hey, no need to explain to me, kid. Your business is your business." She crossed her arms and paused for a minute, trying to read my face, "However, if you want to talk about it... well... it's a slow night and I've got time."
That was all it took. I gushed out the entire story to her. She seemed genuinely concerned.
"I'll tell you what, kiddo. If you want, you can stay at my place tonight." Donna said.
I tensed up.
"Are you a lesbian?"
"It depends." Donna replied coyly.
"Depends? Depends on what?" I asked.
"Well, it depends on if you ask the guys I've fucked or the girls I've fucked." She smiled and put a fresh beer down in front of me. "This one is on the house."
"If I accept your hospitality, will you try to get into my pants?"
"Count on it."
"What if I say 'Stop'"?
Donna stopped drying the glass she had in her hands and leaned across the bar and looked me straight in the eyes.
"Trust me. You won't." With that she kissed me briefly and gently on the lips. "I get off at nine." She said softly.
I didn't know what to say. I had never been kissed by a woman before, well, at least not like that. On the one hand, it was not much different than kissing one of my female friends or, heck, even my mom, but on the other hand, the sexual tension was downright electric! It made all the difference. It... it... curled my toes!
Somehow, I knew I would be waiting in the bar until 9.
I followed Donna to her apartment and parked my Corolla next to her BMW. I guess I was wrong about the tips. Donna appeared to be doing alright for herself! Anyway, I was glad I had brought my own car instead of riding over with her. Just knowing that I could leave, if I felt I needed to, made me feel more... comfortable.
Donna lived on the 6th floor of one of the nicer apartment buildings in the city. In the ride up in the elevator, I wondered what it would be like to make love to another woman. For her part, Donna behaved herself in the elevator and in the hallway -- probably because of the security cameras. In fact she hadn't done or said anything suggestive since she kissed me in the bar. As she unlocked her door and we entered her apartment, I was beginning to think she might have been putting me on -- just "messin' with the straight girl" so to speak. She turned on the light as we entered her living room.
"The bathroom is down that hallway and to the left." She said pointing the way.. She touched another switch and the hall light came on. "I'll see if I can find you something to sleep in.
"I usually sleep in the nude." I said without thinking.
"That will make things so much simpler." Donna said with a sly grin. I blushed like a school girl.
After finishing in the bathroom, I returned to find the living room empty. I felt a cool breeze and saw that it was coming through the opened sliding glass door to the balcony. Donna's lithe form was silhouetted softly by the city lights. I quietly joined her in the cool darkness.
"Look, kid, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to. That was just, well, talk back in the bar." She didn't look at me but continued looking out over the city.
"Don't you want to 'fuck' me?" I asked, trying not to sound sarcastic.
