This is a retelling of an experience a very good friend of mine (I'll call her Judith) had 2 years ago before she met the fella that she recently married. I have her permission to retell the story so long as I did not use her name or the names of anyone else connected to this. Her experience was so good that I don't need to embellish it in any way. So here goes ....
Judith had been working as an office manager in a medium-sized firm for just over a year. She was highly thought of in her role and was equally well-liked by her superiors and the staff under her. Saying she was firm but fair seems such a cliché these days but, nevertheless, it was and still is true of her.
The ten people she was responsible for were a mixed bunch; one was near retirement age and two were in their early fifties. The rest were mostly aged between 20 and 25 and only one woman, Brenda, was around the same age as Judith. In fact, Brenda and Judith had become friends but weren't, by then, close friends in the sense that they'd regularly phone each other or go out for a drink.
Judith is a petite, feminine woman and for as long as I've known her, which is over 18 years, her figure has never changed and, strangely enough, neither has her hair style. She wears her dark, almost black, hair long, loose and straight. I have always thought of her as a beautiful woman but she is much more than that; she is intelligent and has an honours degree to prove it and she is really good fun to be with. Over the years she had a number of boyfriends but, apart from the sex, there was little else about them that satisfied her needs, intellectual and otherwise.
Brenda, on the other hand, is a bubbly, cheery blonde; good-looking but not on Judith's level and smart, but not to degree standard. She is also a great worker and is a people person so it's easy to see why Judith got on so well with her. Apparently she was once married but it just didn't work out or so she tells everyone.
When Judith turned 30 she decided to celebrate with just a small group of friends; all female, myself and Brenda included. We went to a pizzeria and had excellent pizzas and a few bottles of beer. Brenda was now up for a party and the effect was rubbing off on Judith who was usually more reticent. However, the other three women and I decided to call it a night; I had a work meeting the following day which was a Friday and didn't want to turn up all bleary-eyed, though I did promise to take her to lunch on Saturday before a spot of shopping.
Arm in arm, they went to a bar just around the corner which was noisy, packed and hot. There was no chance of a seat but Brenda pulled Judith through the perspiring crowd in search of a friendly face or a free corner. Nothing doing. Brenda seemed to know a few people though, including a barman which helped to get quick service.
"Shaun, give us a couple of pints. Cold ones, mind!" shouted Brenda.
"Half litres, Brenda. Half litres. I keep telling you," beamed the handsome Shaun.
"OK, a couple of pints of Half Litres," laughed Brenda. Judith laughed too.
Suddenly, someone hugged Brenda from behind and they both turned to see a pretty red-haired girl with the cutest smile you can imagine.
"Brenda babe!"
"Mel," shrieked Brenda and Judith was surprised to see her give this girl a kiss directly on the mouth and throw her arms around her. Quickly Judith put it down to the fact that Brenda was Brenda and, after all, she had had a few drinks.
Just as Shaun handed over the pints (or half litres) Brenda released Mel and quite seriously announced, "Mel, this is a very special person. Judith, my boss and beautiful friend whose birthday happens to be today."
Mel shook hands with Judith. Then, to Judith's total surprise, Mel leaned forward and kissed Judith on the cheek and said, "Happy birthday, Judith!"
Judith blushed and thanked her and, for something to say, complimented Mel on her choice of perfume.
"It's my favourite. Works every time." Mel said these words with deliberate provocation which caused Brenda to giggle. Judith merely smiled and shook her head and wondered what it was she didn't quite catch.
An hour later and Judith felt decidedly hot and sticky in her short sleeved black mini dress. It was like being in a sauna and she was wishing that she hadn't decided to wear her lacy suspender belt and sheer black stockings. Maybe, for one mad moment back at home, she thought there'd be a Mr Wonderful-Rich-and-Sexy just waiting for her at some point during this night and she'd need her gorgeous black lace ensemble under the simple but alluring dress but that idea wasn't looking so smart now. Her gorgeous lace ensemble was sticking to her damp skin.
"Are you going to The Groove?" purred Mel.
"Tonight's Judith's night," answered Brenda, smiling at her, "and I don't think it's her scene."
"What's not?" asked Judith.
"Well, The Groove is, um, ...."
"For people who like a good time," finished Mel. "For people who like dancing and drinking and chatting and other things."
"Sounds good," laughed Judith.
Brenda leaned into Judith and whispered in her ear, "It's a gay bar on Thursday nights."
"Oh!" exclaimed Judith and instantly it sank in – Mel was a lesbian.
Mel shrugged and laughed, "But there's straight people there all the time. And certain people who like to experiment." She said this last sentence while smiling directly at Brenda.
Judith looked from Mel to Brenda and pointed at her friend. "Really?"
Brenda was more than a bit embarrassed. "Well, yeah, you know. Why not?"
"Are you two ....?"
"Let's just say, Mel introduced me."
After a bit of a lull in the conversation and a long sip of beer Mel looked at both and asked, "So ..... The Groove?"
"Maybe not," Brenda answered all too quickly.
"No, listen, why not? You say there are straight people, maybe a hunk or two, right? If I don't like it, I can leave. OK?"
"Of course!" Mel beamed.
Brenda was more hesitant. "It's up to you, Judith."
"Well, look around us here. Nothing's happening. So I say we continue the night at The Groove."
And with that, they finished their drinks, bade Shaun a good night and headed outside to find a taxi.
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Mel paid the taxi driver as Brenda pulled Judith to one side.
"Listen, Judith, any problems or any doubts you tell me and we're out of here. OK? With you in that little black dress every girl is going to be wanting you tonight."
"OK. And thanks for the compliment, Brenda."
Outside it was cooler than in the previous bar and Judith felt the damp lace of the thong nestled tight between her cheeks. Her nipples had also hardened with the cool air against her damp bra.
There were two heavies on the door who nodded to Mel as she led the way in. The interior was dim with red lighting but plenty of bodies thronged the entrance and every one of them turned to see who was coming in. Judith was glad of the red lighting as she began to blush upon realising several girls were nodding in her direction and whispering. Mel led them deeper into the bar and she seemed to be greeting just about everyone, gay men and lesbians. Quite a few couples were kissing and openly feeling each other up.
Mentally Judith chastised herself for agreeing to go along. This, as Brenda had suggested, was not her scene. She was a 100% straight female who didn't even place that much emphasis on sexual relations with a man. Not to say she hadn't indulged in sex; she had had various lovers but the missionary position was the height of her experiences which had been enjoyable enough but not memorable. However, she didn't want Brenda to think of her as a total prude and she didn't want to offend her either. Brenda was a friend and a good one.
The first ten minutes or so were a blur as she was introduced to many people and at each introduction Brenda stated that Judith was 'straight and staying that way.' Finally a foursome decided to leave and offered Mel their seats. Drinks were ordered. Mel sat down for all of ten seconds before she was up and hugging some more females.
"So, er, when did you and Mel, you know ....." asked Judith.
"Oh, about three months ago. I actually met her in that bar early on and we got chatting, you know, about this and that. As you saw she's dead easy to get on with. She asked me if I wanted to go to a place where the music was good and lively. I did and I had a brilliant time."
"And you ...?" Judith wasn't sure how to put the question.
"Slept with her?" Brenda smiled. "No, not the first night."
They both took a long drink and there was a pause before Brenda added, "I hope you don't think any less of me, Judith."
"As if!" Judith laughed. "It's not for me, you know but, if you like it, then good for you girl. You're still my friend, OK? Nothing changes."
Brenda quickly leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, close to her mouth. Judith felt the softness and the coolness of it and blushed.
They sat for a while chatting and observing the various partnerships. Each time Judith saw two males or, more especially, two females dancing together or kissing or feeling each other she felt a wave of embarrassment and she would dive into another topic of conversation with Brenda. Several times Mel rejoined them with titbits of information which meant nothing to Judith and several times Judith was informed that somebody was enquiring about her. Brenda warned Mel but Mel laughed and said that almost everyone in the place knew by now that Judith was a Route 66.
Judith laughed out loud, "A what?"
Brenda explained: "Route 66 is sort of a code for straight person, you know, as in the straight highway in America."
After a while Judith realised she needed to go to the toilet and Mel said she'd go with her. Just before they reached the toilets Mel said to her, "I bet you've never been in toilets like this."
There were two doors, one for Men and the other for Women, but it didn't matter. As they were entering the Women's toilet an effeminate gay couple in silk tops emerged. Judith stopped on her heels and Mel put her hands around her waist.
"They're mixed. The Women's is for effeminate types and feminine ladies. The Men's is for machos and butch. So we go into the Women's. Right?"
"Oh," Judith actually shivered but Mel was steering her in. Inside there were a half dozen people of both sexes waiting to use the four cubicles. Judith felt very, very out of place. She felt Mel take her hand in hers and she actually felt comforted by that gesture.
"They'll think we're together so you'll be alright."
"Right. Thanks," mouthed Judith.
"And by the way, without aims and objectives of any kind, I think you're dead sexy and I wish you were a les." She smiled and squeezed Judith's hand.
When she had the locked cubicle to herself – Mel had told her the rules for Thursday nights forbade more than one in a cubicle at a time – Judith reflected on the unreality of the evening which had started out with a pizza between friends. Yet, she couldn't deny that her ego had received a real boost too, what with the compliments and the stares. She had a fleeting mental image of her and Brenda .... No! Enough! This is not me!
As they headed back to Brenda's table Judith felt the effects of the four, or was it five, drinks she'd had. She wasn't drunk but she was certainly tipsy. She felt a hand slide across her bottom, over her dress, and she was aware of a perfumed vision gently taking her hand and leading her to the dance area. The vision was stunningly beautiful; long, lustrous black hair, lightly tanned skin and dark brown eyes. She was slender too and slightly taller than Judith. And, dressed in tight denim jeans and plain white blouse she was as sexy as hell!
The music was a slow ballad and somehow Judith felt magnetised; she couldn't free herself despite her mind telling her this was not happening. The Vision pulled her close and Judith had no option but to put her hands on her waist. Instantly she felt the heat of the woman's body through the cotton fabric.
"No. I don't dance." Judith argued, suddenly aware of several envious gazes directed at her.
"Hey, that's all we're doing. Dancing." Even her voice was captivating. "My name's Kareena by the way."
"Er, Judith."
