I recently became very slightly acquainted with a lovely young woman named Katarina P. We just DM'd a couple times, but not only is she intelligent, she has a wicked sense of humor. In the process of chatting, I asked if I could write a short story about her. She told me to go ahead, and this is what I came up based upon what little I know about her. I hope she likes it. This will be a story with two chapters. This chapter contains lesbian sex.
I'm now receiving editing help from Literotica member, JohnnyGalt. He has been helping since My Voyage to Submission, Chapter 4. Any problems you find are still mine.
Katarina, Ch 1 - Lucinda's Problem
Katarina was waiting out the clock late on a Friday afternoon. No matter what she'd done, the test data hadn't added up. All day long, one test after the other; garbage. The tests should be working. The math said the tests should be working, but today, utter garbage. Now, she just wanted the day to end, go home, sit in a tub of hot water with a big glass of wine and chill for the weekend.
It was bad enough she was between boyfriends, but today's frustration had put her over the top. The weather was warm and wonderful in Barcelona, Spain. A day at the beach tomorrow would do wonders for her mental health. Which is when she had the first break of the day, though she didn't know it yet. A phone call from her friend, Lucinda, beginning her evening on another down note.
"Katarina, Roberto slept with another woman."
Oh, shit, Katarina thought. Poor Lucinda, that fucking bastard. They've been married for five years and he's pulling this on her.
"I'm sorry, Cinda. When? How?"
"Last Friday night, when he said he had to work late, he was fucking his secretary instead."
"How do you know he was with his secretary?"
"She wears purple lipstick; the only one I know who does. I was doing the laundry and found purple lipstick on his collar and his undershorts, by the opening to his boxers, and I found a receipt for a hotel room, one of those cheap rent by the hour places."
"Sorry, Cinda. So sorry. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know."
"Listen, I was going to soak in the hot tub with a bottle of wine. You want to join me, have a shoulder to cry on?"
"Are you sure? You're not doing anything?"
"I'll be sitting in a hot tub with a bottle of wine. I can do it with or without a friend. I'd prefer with one."
"Thank you, Kat. I need to talk with someone."
Katarina went home, turned on the hot tub and opened a bottle of wine to let it breathe; a nice red. No point in getting in the hot tub until Lucinda arrived. Fifteen minutes later, a knock on the door announced Lucinda's presence. As soon as Katarina opened the door, Lucinda was in her arms, sobbing. Kat patted her back, letting her get it all out.
Of all her friends, Lucinda had the tightest, most delicious body and Katarina was aware of the soft, large breasts pressing against hers. Kat enjoyed sex with women occasionally and Lucinda was at the top of the list of friends she'd love to fuck, though as far as she knew, Lucinda had never been with another woman nor expressed any desire to be with one. Katarina would never hit on one of her friends unless she was sure they'd welcome her advances.
When her crying eased somewhat, Katarina said, "I'm sorry, Cinda. I know you must be devastated. Have things between you and Roberto been bad lately? Is there any reason he'd be having an affair?"
"I didn't think so," Lucinda sniffled. "We've been having sex regularly, two or even three times a week. We haven't been fighting. I don't know why he did this."
"Some men are just pigs, though I didn't think Roberto was one of them. You seem so good together."
"I know, right?"
"Well, let's get in the hot tub; I'll give you a big glass of wine and we can talk all about it and figure out what you should do."
"Oh, God, I was in such a rush to get over here, I forgot my suit. I can't go back now. Roberto will be home."
"You don't need a suit. I have a screen over the porch. Take off your clothes and climb in while I get the wine."
"Are you sure?"
"We've seen each other naked before. It's not a big deal. I usually sit nude in the tub anyway. It's nice not having to deal with a wet suit afterward. Go ahead. You'll be in the water before I get out there anyway."
Lucinda went out on the porch and Kat got the wine, two glasses and two huge towels to dry off afterward. She went out, and as expected, Lucinda was already neck deep in the water. Kat placed a towel beside Lucinda, and one on the opposite side of the tub for herself. She poured two glasses of wine, handing one to her friend, setting the other where she'd be sitting, then took off the clothes she'd worn to work, and climbed in. Kat was aware of Lucinda watching her get in. She picked up her glass in her left hand and stretched out her right to Lucinda, taking her left hand in hers.
"Are you going to leave the lying bastard? Claw the secretary's eyes out? What do you want to do now?"
"I don't know. We've been married for almost five years. We were planning on having a baby soon. How can I trust him enough to have a baby now? If he's like this after five years and I'm still thin and pretty, what will he do after ten or when I'm fat and ugly, toting a child around?"
"What about the secretary; is she pretty?"
"I suppose she's okay in a goth sort of way. No prettier than I thought I was."
"Hey, you're gorgeous. Only an idiot would have sex with someone else when he's got you to come home to."
"Then what is it? Why did he do this?"
Katarina was absently rubbing her thumb in Lucinda's palm while she thought about the situation. It really didn't make much sense to her. She liked Roberto. He was one of the few boyfriends or husbands of her acquaintances who hadn't hinted they might like to get together with Kat if she was willing. She tended to stay away from those, after warning her friends their men might have a wandering eye, which might lead to wandering hands or worse. Roberto hadn't even flirted, not seriously. He'd teased, but always laughing, never with a glint of lust in his eye. A quick kiss on the cheek at the end of the night, promising or suggesting nothing.
"When you talked about having a baby, did he seem good about the idea, or wishy-washy on the topic?"
"I thought he wanted one as much as I do."
"As eager to have a child as you are? Could he be scared of having one; that he might be more tied down than he is now?"
"I thought he was ready. He talked like he was. I mean, who isn't scared of having a baby? It's a huge responsibility. What am I going to do?"