When I get horny (which is often), I find a hot girl, and we spend the night, together having our way with each other. It's that easy. I can tell when a woman wants me. We meet and talk and if the chemistry is there, then I go for it. Sometimes I can see that they are impatient with the conversation and are eager to take the next step. I can sympathize. I'm beautiful, 5'8", 120 lbs, blonde, green eyes. I came to lesbianism late in the game. (I was 22 when I met my first girlfriend). I prefer the soft touch of a woman, especially once who will take their time and give my pussy the oral attention that it craves. I have a hunger for women, which has gotten me into trouble from time to time, but it's been worth it. When I turned 28, I was ready for a more stable relationship, but the temptation to go wild was still great.
I met Kendra at a health club near my work. I was on the treadmill when we locked eyes. She was on a stationary bike. She smiled and I nodded. I followed her into the shower room and we showered next to each other.
"I'm Kendra," she said.
"Carmen."
The offered her hand. "Nice to meet you," she said.
We were alone in the shower room. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "You are gorgeous."
I stepped back and took her in. Tall, athletic body, raven hair, gorgeous brown eyes, beautiful tanned skin, very pretty face and long legs.
She said. "If we were alone, I would've already make a pass at you."
"We are alone."
She smiled. "Well, in that case..."
She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth and we began to make out.
"If we took this any further we could get into trouble," she said.
"I agree." I said.
"Would you like to come to my place? It's only a couple of blocks from here?"
"Sure."
She leaned in and kissed me again. I pulled her toward me and we began to make out. I could hear some footsteps heading our way and we quickly separated.
"I'll meet you outside," she said.
"Okay."
I left the shower room and looked for her in the locker room. It was as if she had disappeared. I took a long time getting ready; I dried my hair and made sure my makeup was just right. Then I changed into a cream-colored cotton dress.
"So how did you know?" I asked.
"Know what?"
"That I was going to be this easy?"
"Your smile."
"Really?"
"I just knew. And I was just being my usual over-optimistic self."
We were sitting in a bar around the corner from her apartment. When we walked in, a few heads turned, and when Kendra kissed the bartender on the cheek (a tall beautiful, soft butch woman whose arms were covered in tattoos), I began to feel a little weird, as if I was another girl in a long line of women that Kendra had brought here. She took my hand and led me to a table in the corner.
"Do you always come here first?" I asked.
"First?"
"After the gym, before the bedroom?"
She smiled and laughed.
"I wish it was that easy?"
"Well, have you?"
"I've met women here for dates. I even have hooked up with women that I've met through personal ads."
This seemed really hard to believe. I've thought of doing the same thing between relationships, but every time I looked at the profiles of women on a dating site, they left me cold.
"How many women have you met from personal ads?"
"A couple. I used to be a real slut."
"As opposed to now?"
"I've calmed down quite a bit."
"Really."
"But when I saw you I knew that we had to hook up sooner rather than later."
"I know what you mean."
