This story follows on from where Jen, a 19 year old student new at University after a gap year, and looking to find somewhere to watch "Jeopardy" in quiet - finds herself unwittingly in a lesbian bar, and meets a 27 year-old nurse. After the first sex-filled night of her life, she prepares to meet up with Christine again.
On her way home from Christine's apartment, Jen stopped and bought some groceries. Safely home, she made a toasted cheese sandwich and ate a big fresh raisin scone, and thought about what had happened. She had never had a romantic relationship in her life - with either sex - and yet in the last 16 hours, she had found a lesbian bar, and found out that she could well be a lesbian. Was it only Christine that would appeal to her, or were there many girls out there that could make her feel like she had felt last night. She had had self-induced orgasms over the past few months, learned from her older friend Marjorie, but never anything like the feelings Christine gave her. Was it love, was it just the novelty, or was she becoming a sex addict!! Starting out to find somewhere to simply watch "Jeopardy" she now wondered if everything that had been her way of life was now in jeopardy.
"Ah, well," she thought, "the only way to find out is to keep doing it!" Given how horny she felt just thinking about Christine, she knew she had no choice but to go back and meet her again at the club. Then the doubt: what happens if Christine fails to turn up?
Apart from some groceries, Jen had stopped at Boots the Chemist for a special purpose. She had treated herself to an electric LadyShave, having been embarrassed at how scruffy her lady parts had looked compared with Christine's. On the other hand, she was uncertain about trimming everything off - what if it was itchy growing back? After looking at it, and the instruction leaflet, she decided to use one of the interchangeable heads that came with it which would, according to the leaflet, trim her pubic hair to a nice regular length. She soon got the hang of it, sitting on a plastic bag on her chair to catch all the hair, which she thought was quite ingenious. Then she shaped the sides and created a bit of a gap between the edge of her bush and the groin folds. As a final flourish, she shaped the top edge of the triangle so that her pubic hair was a nice tidy heart shape!, A quick trim between her legs, and she felt the whole thing looked tidy and sexy.
She had been to her mailbox on the way in, and there were two letters. One from her Mum, and one from Marjorie. Her Mum's letter was full of chit-chat as to what was going on in town, and about Dad and her sister Jacquelin. Jen decided it was not yet time to tell Mum about her recent experiences and her first love experience. Not just yet, anyway. Marjorie had written to say that her fiancΓ©e had dumped her. Again, in the circumstances, Jen felt it unfair to brag about how she felt when her best friend was miserable. She did, however, find an hour to do some research on the internet.
So eventually, freshly trimmed and showered, it was time to dress for her date with Christine. She remembered Christine's instructions regarding no panties, so dressing did not actually take long. She had a pretty full, bright red skirt that was just above her knees, and a white blouse with a red collar that went really nicely with the skirt. A pair of white ankle socks and white low heeled shoes that were great to dance in, and her grey coat and she was ready. So after a final glance in the mirror, and a final comb through her hair, she was ready to go. And ready to admit to herself that she was prepared to submit to Christine's desires.
The bus was not busy, so she didn't have to share a seat. When she got to the door of the club, it was 7:55 so she even saved the 2 pounds, but as a result expected Christine not to be there yet. She went in, and waited for her eyes to adjust to the low lighting, and then spotted Christine at exactly the same high-top table they had been at the night before. Jen felt guilty about wondering if she would be there, and excited that she was. Christine got off the high chair and embraced Jen and kissed her. A full kiss on the mouth - not a greeting peck so Jen's heart was racing, and she felt over the moon. They climbed back up on to the high chairs, and held hands for a moment.
"I got us some wine in," said Christine, "same type as last night."
"That's fine," replied Jen, "but you must let me buy some too. I may be a student, but I am not penniless."
"Later," Christine said, "Let's see how late we decide to stay. Are you dressed as I asked?"
"Oh yes," Jen said with a smile, "but I am not going to prove it here and now".
Christine smiled. "All in good time."
"I'm sure it will be" replied Jen, licking her lips.
They jived a few dances, and each time the dance finished, Christine's hand found its way on to Jen's bum, and jiggled it. Jen could feel the warmth of Christine's hand, given there was only one thin piece of fabric between hand and bum. Jen wondered as she saw their skirts flaring out if anyone had noticed their lack of underwear. Jen had to admit, having that question in mind put an exciting edge on to how she felt.
Then, a couple of slow dances, and they had arms around each other and kissed. Christine rested both hands on Jen's bum as they danced, and Jen could feel the fingers gently caressing her barely protect cheeks. They moved their chairs so they were shoulder to shoulder facing the dance floor. They saw the girls Christine had been with the previous night, but they just waved and didn't come over. Christine's hand was resting on Jen's inner thigh, just under her skirt. Jen kind of wished the hand could go right up her skirt, but figured it probably wasn't quite dark enough.
"So how was your Mum? Everything alright?"
"Yes." said Christine, "but I can't talk about her right now - leave it until tomorrow, please. Till you know me better....."
Jen thought this was a bit strange, but said nothing - just nodded. Christine took her hand, and they watched the dancers and sipped their wine. As last night, in the latter part of the evening they skipped the jives and up-tempo dances, and danced only the slow ones, wrapped up in each other, until around 11, Christine asked "Are you coming home with me?"