"Look, I'll just see you later!"
Hannah closed the door behind her and stalked off down the corridor of her apartment building. Her boyfriend Alex had been getting on her nerves, asking where she was going for the millionth time. She'd definitely told him that she was volunteering in the box office of her friend's theatre show that night. She'd agreed to help out every night that week and Alex seemed to either not remember or be inexplicably pissed off that she wasn't going to be home, so was being a pain. Generally they had a pretty good relationship, but he was kind of possessive and didn't like her going out on her own too much. She was the kind of girl who got a lot of attention from strangers, both women and men, but she never considered cheating on Alex or anything like that. Plus, she was terrible at flirting, usually once the person started talking to her she quickly ran out of things to say and ended up awkward and silent. She sat on the tram, silently staring out of the window and thinking about what she was going to do about him.
The tram shuddered to a stop and she got off, nearly tripping as she tried to shuffle past the blockade of people in her way. She wasn't used to wearing heels, and even though the ones she had on weren't super high, she felt awkward and wobbly, and that certainly hadn't helped. The theatre was around the corner from the tram stop, so she hadn't thought she'd need her proper winter coat, but it was colder than she'd expected, and she shivered and hugged herself as she walked up to the theatre. Luckily when she got there it was warm enough that she could take off her cardigan and just wear the branded theatre shirt they'd provided for her.
Hannah sold tickets by herself for half an hour or so, until it started getting busier, and other girl who was rostered on to the box office arrived. Her name was Sarah and she was a cute redhead who was a little boyish and quite short. She was wearing high waisted black jeans and the same white theatre shirt that Hannah had on, except on Sarah it was tight, making it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Hannah noticed that Sarah had quite small breasts but that they were big enough that their bottom curve and her nipples could be seen through the thin material of the shirt.
Hannah looked away, embarrassed that she'd noticed. She'd always been interested in girls, but had pretty much exclusively had boyfriends in the past, and Alex was certainly not going to let her sleep with anyone else. She'd had sex with a few girls when she was in uni, but that was a few years ago.
"How's the night been so far, busy?" Sarah asked her.
"Not too bad yet, I think it's about a quarter sold so far, plus a few presales"
"How about I grab us some chairs so we're not stuck on our feet the whole time?" Sarah said, walking towards the chairs that were stacked up against the back wall. She brought two chairs over and put them down quite close together behind the counter. The girls sat down and accidentally brushed elbows. Hannah looked awkward, but Sarah just smiled at her.
They continued selling tickets, and chatted a little. Sarah told Hannah about her uni course, and about how she was thinking of getting into theatre tech work once she graduated. Hannah talked about her work as a statistician and spoke maybe a little too openly about how she was annoyed with her boyfriend.
"He just doesn't seem to understand that its ok for us to have separate lives, you know? He always needs to know exactly where I am or who I'm with, it drives me nuts. And he can just be really controlling, he doesn't like me having male friends... I don't know, I do like being with him, but is it going to be like this forever?"
"Yeah," Sarah said, "that's annoying. I feel like a lot of guys can be like that. That's why I don't date them anymore." She laughed. "Well, that's not exactly why, but close enough."
Hannah laughed, maybe it would be easier with girls. The gay couples she knew did tend to have a lot less jealousy and control issues.
Eventually, the show started, and Hannah and Sarah snuck into the back row to watch. They'd both been working the box office all week but hadn't actually seen it yet. There was no one else in the row so they didn't feel bad for taking a seat that someone would have otherwise paid for. The curtains opened and they watched the play unfold. It was a local theatre company doing a play about life in Sydney, but as soon as it started, all Hannah could see was one of the actors. He was tall and slim with distinctive cheekbones and ruffled brown hair. His shirt was partially open so the audience could see part of his well-defined chest, and he kept smiling at the audience. Hannah snuck a look at Sarah and noticed that, despite her earlier protestations about men, she was clearly as mesmerised as Hannah was. Hannah looked back at the stage, but could see out of the corner of her eye that Sarah had noticed her looking over, and was smirking.
Sarah touched Hannah's leg to get her attention, "ok, maybe not allll guys are terrible" she said, guiltily.
Hannah laughed and looked away, but noticed that Sarah's hand was still on her thigh. She sat there for a moment, not sure of what to do. Did Sarah just forget to take her hand away or something? That made no sense, no one would do that. Sarah was pointedly looking at the stage, not acknowledging that she was still touching Hannah, who could feel her cheeks starting to burn. She was very attracted to Sarah, but couldn't get the thought of Alex and his disapproval out of her mind.
They sat like that for another two full scenes. Sarah started to stroke her thumb slightly back and forth, there was no denying what was going on now. Still looking straight ahead, Hannah ran her hand along Sarah's forearm, feeling the soft skin and giving her goosebumps. Sarah looked at her and smiled. She brought her hand up to Hannah's and gave it a squeeze, before putting her hand back onto Hannah's thigh, and sliding it slightly further down the inner side of her thigh. Hannah's heart was racing as Sarah's hand kept going, until it was right between her legs. Hannah could feel that she was wet, and started moving a little in her chair, rubbing against Sarah's hand. Suddenly Sarah was rubbing her clit with her fingers over Hannah's jeans, and she lent over to whisper in Hannah's ear.
"Do you want me to keep going"
Hannah breathed out audibly.
"Yes," she said, looking back towards the show.
Sarah subtly undid Hannah's jeans, glad they were the only ones in the row. She lent over and slid her hand slowly over Hannah's stomach and down into her underwear, making Hannah spread her legs slightly. She slipped her fingers to Hannah's clit and could feel how wet she was. It was so slippery and hot that Sarah's stomach flipped. She had wanted Hannah since they met earlier that week. She hadn't been able to stop staring at the way she awkwardly played with her long brown hair, and how her shirts clung to the curve of her waist.
