This is not a true story. It is based on a partial description from a friend, with names change to protect the innocent. While the story did not take place, "Jane" confided in me that if she had not been working early and had been able to drink to her heart's content at the wedding here, she might have been drunk enough to make this story a reality. I was captivated by the thought, and this is the result.
This is also my first actual submission of a story of any kind outside of a classroom. Thoughts and comments are appreciated.
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My name is Jane, and this is the story of my only lesbian encounter to date. It began with meeting a friend of a friend at a wedding and getting just drunk enough to make a strange decision.
The wedding was a decent one, as far as these things go. The bride and groom were lovely, nobody ran off at the altar, there was plenty of dancing and even an open bar. I was in a pretty red dress, nothing too fancy but enough to show off a little, even though my 33C bust size doesn't have too much to show. The dress accentuated my other assets, like my butt and my legs, and still let me dance even when I was kind of drunk. This is kind of related to the open bar.
See, since I didn't have work until the next night, I felt comfortable drinking however much I wanted during the reception. Other people at my table felt the same way, including a girl named Angela. She and I had met before, and since our friend was getting married we were naturally at the same table. Where I made my dress look good, her little black dress made her look absolutely delicious. I'm (mostly) straight, and I could barely keep my eyes away from her cleavage while I was sober. I didn't realize how much I was staring until we were both a few drinks in. Then she was staring at me, and I was starting to blush.
"Like what you see?" she chuckled, pushing her chest out a bit. We weren't alone at the table, but everyone else was involved in their own conversations. She moved closer to my seat anyways, and that startled me enough to start thinking.
Angela is a lesbian, something that I knew before the wedding but that hadn't exactly been relevant. Now, though, she was starting to hit on me, and I could tell pretty quick that my blush wasn't just because of the alcohol. I definitely
did
like what I saw, but I was still pretty sure I was straight. I didn't want to say anything to make her think I was into her, but I swear her boobs were hypnotic. They kept drawing me back in.
"I think I need another drink!" I chirped, blushing even more at the high-pitched noise, and carefully walked away. The wedges weren't too hard to balance on normally, but they were becoming more and more difficult now that I was nervous and tipsy. I happened to glance over to see her looking at my butt as I walked away, before she caught my eye and smiled.
"Get me one too!" she called, "I'm going to go dance!"
She and I had both been drinking mostly Corona, mostly because I knew it took a lot of Corona to get me drunk. I'd also taken a couple of shots though, and I decided that I had better go back to beer for now. If she was affecting me this much after this much, I could only imagine what it might be like if we drank more. I grabbed two Coronas from the bartender, smiling brightly and puffing out my chest like Angela had a few minutes ago. He wasn't very cute compared to Angela, or even to some of my coworkers, but he was being kept busy. Maybe my cleavage would help make his night a little better.
I headed over towards the dance floor, where Angela was dancing with a girl I didn't know. I didn't think the girl was a lesbian any more than I was, but the two of them were still close. I was at a loss, for a second; should I go back to our table and leave the beer for her there, or wait for the dance to finish? Fortunately, the mystery girl settled that question quickly when a boy came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She turned around and started making out with him on the floor! Angela chuckled and walked over towards me, grabbing the beer in one hand and running her other hand up my back.
"Come on, let's get to the table," she laughed. "I think that's enough dancing for now." She kept her hand on my back until we sat down again, where she put her hand on my leg. "You're very pretty, Jane," she said with a smile. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
I had no idea how to respond at first, so I gulped and took a long swallow from my beer. When I set it down, naturally my eyes were drawn right back to her cleavage. Almost without consciously considering, I told her "Well, I definitely like your boobs!"
Angela laughed loud enough to draw stares from two tables away. "I can tell! With the way you've been looking at them all night, it's like you're looking right through my dress!" She leaned in closer and whispered, "If you want to see what they really look like, all you need to do is ask." With that, she relaxed back in her seat while I lowered my head and blushed. When I looked back up, she was tilting her head back and downing a healthy amount of her beer. This pushed her chest closer to my face, and she glanced down from her drink to catch me staring again. She set her beer down and winked at me.
"I think we might need another shot," she grinned. "Then we can dance!"
"I don't know," I stumbled, "I'm not walking too steady as it is."
"Pft, don't worry," Angela replied. "We'll balance each other out out there!" Before I could argue, she had stood up and grabbed my hand. "Come on!" she told me with a smile, "I want to get to know you better!"
"We've been talking all night," I started to protest as we moved towards the bar.
"Yeah, but I haven't gotten to
