Vicki was married with children. She had always been straight, but lately she found herself increasingly aroused by the lesbian romances in some of her favourite TV shows.
Watching Alex and Piper in OITNB and Franky and Bridget in Wentworth had turned her very much bi curious. But she never envisaged ever being in a position to act out the fantasies she was having.
That was until she met her daughter's new high school teacher, Miss Ross. She was young and beautiful, and her half shaved hairstyle suggested her sexual orientation. They met at her daughters parent teacher evening, where Miss Ross introduced herself with an outstretched hand. That first touch as they politely shook hands sent a small spark through Vicki. And as Miss Ross held her hand just a touch longer than expected, she wondered if the young teacher had felt it too.
"Call me Ruby," said the teacher, as they sat down on the lounge in the teachers now almost vacant common room. It was getting late, and this was one of the last interviews.
But they talked for over an hour. Initially about her daughter, but increasingly about Vicki. Ruby had a way of steering the conversation back to her. Vicki found herself blushing at all the interest and attention she was getting from the young teacher, who had to be at least 20 years her junior.
But while she was younger, she seemed a lot more worldly than Vicki, who had led a very conventional life. Married young, had children, nothing too exciting or adventurous.
Quite the opposite of the young teacher, who it turned out, had travelled widely, had many different jobs in her short life, and had only recently turned to teaching. Casually she let slip that it was "her girlfriend" who had suggested teaching as a career change one night "in bed". As she said it, she seemed to watch Vicki's reaction intently. Vicki for her part could only blush, off put but also slightly excited by the teachers direct, open nature.
She had guessed that she may have been a lesbian, but for the young teacher to openly tell her so, even though they had just met, made Vicki blush deep red with embarrassment, and deep down, perhaps something more.
Thoughts of Alex and Piper, Franky and Bridget, rushed into her mind. But they were fantasy characters on TV. But here she was, sitting on a lounge in a now deserted room at her daughters high school, talking to a beautiful, young and exciting real life lesbian.
What happened next shook her even further. Ruby, sensing her embarrassment, reached out and placed her hand on top of Vicki's. There was that spark again, this time unmistakable.
"Your not embarrassed are you?"
"No, of course not."
"You haven't met many lesbians have you?"
"No, only those on TV."
She realized at once how stupid that must have sounded. But Ruby just smiled at her sweetly.
