For full background, you should read Chapter 1 but in summary, Janice is a successful businesswoman who is fighting to succeed in a man's world. Denied promotion in her hometown in order to run her own office, she had to move halfway across America. In the process, she finished her failing marriage which was in many ways a relief. In her new office, she met Kayla a tall basketball-playing lesbian. They eventually ended up in bed, and Janice experienced lesbian love for the first time in her life.
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I sat at my desk and adjusted the silver picture frame that showed my two daughters smiling down at the camera. They were probably the best thing that came out of my marriage to John, and I was thankful that they were both already away at college when the final breakup came. It certainly made the decision to move halfway across the country a lot easier. Norma the eldest was close to finishing her bachelor's degree and Brandy at two years younger had yet to decide what her major would be if she continued after two years. They had both mentioned that they were undecided as to who they would like to live with, leaving me in a quandary about how my life would look different if one, or both, decided they wanted to move in with me. Would I need to buy a house rather than my very lovely apartment? What would their reaction be to me becoming a lesbian? However, on the latter question, I wasn't quite sure where things were going.
At work, it was like nothing had happened as Kayla seemed to go to lengths to make sure there was no indication of what happened between us a few days ago. At first, I was upset but at the same time realised that it was the best as we all know how office gossip spreads. Every time she would drop into the office or walk past me, she would always call me 'lady boss' and smile, which made me shiver with delight as I felt myself getting damp. One thing that did change was I found myself looking at other women differently and wondering if they were looking at me differently.
I still talked with Kayla, but she was giving me clear messages that she would see me when she wanted to. I was a little confused and also, if I am honest with myself, a little hurt.
One day she came into my office, and I decided I needed to find out exactly where I stood.
"Kayla, I need to know where things are between us."
She glanced around to make sure no one was within earshot.
"I really like you lady boss and I enjoyed our time together but I'm not looking for an exclusive or committed relationship and I'm sure both of us are not looking for anything serious."
Inside I was crestfallen but determined that she wouldn't know.
"So maybe we can get together this evening then?"
"Would love to but I have a 'friend' staying over."
After she left my office, I sat back in my chair and stared out of the window, contemplating what was happening. On the one hand, I had enjoyed lesbian sex a lot more than I thought, and it was certainly something I wanted to do again. I was disappointed by Kayla's attitude, but it obviously wasn't a love story to her. I had met more than one man in my life who was like that, I guess women were no different. Spinning my chair back to my desk I decided that life would go on as normal, I wasn't some love-struck teenager, but I was definitely going down the path to becoming a confirmed lesbian.
*****
A few days later I looked up from my desk and saw Kayla leaning against the doorframe in her usual pose, with a broad smile on her face.
"Hey Lady Boss, I was wondering if you had any more of that expensive wine left and fancied sharing a bottle."
Part of me wanted to decline but inside I wanted a repeat experience of the feelings the first time she took me.
"Tell you what, it comes from the shop on the corner near my apartment so why don't you buy the wine, and I will cook dinner? Shall we say eight?"
As she nodded and as she went to leave, I added, "And don't forget your toothbrush."
I wanted not only to show her I could cook but also that I still had some control in the bedroom.
*****
"Simple is often best," my mother always used to tell me, so sticking to her advice I made a simple salad to accompany some good ole southern chicken. I had thought long and hard about what to wear that evening and decided I wanted to give a clear message. When I answered the door I had on the apron that I wore to protect my clothes when working on the stove. Kayla was on time and sporting two bottles of the same wine as I had bought to hers the first night we had got together. I couldn't help noticing she had brought a small backpack and I hoped it contained what I wanted it to contain.
"Great taste in wine," I said laughing and then followed it with, "Hope you like chicken."
As I turned away and walked back into the kitchen, I knew that she could see that under the apron I was naked apart from a pair of grip top stockings.
"Hope it's finger-licking good," she said as she leant against the door frame as she often did in my office.
"You talking about the chicken or something else?" I said without even turning around but wiggled my ass.
"That chicken going to spoil in the next 15 minutes or so?"
"Better be a darn sight longer than 15 minutes and it ain't gonna spoil."
I turned round to find that the small backpack that she had been sporting did contain what I had hoped and I watched as she secured the strap-on harness in place over her jeans.
"Close your mouth you look silly," she laughed, and I realised I had been drooling.
I couldn't work out what it was that was so attractive to me about a strap-on. It was the same shape and look like a real cock, although it stayed hard forever. I guess it was what it was attached to that ultimately made it so sexy. Kayla didn't have huge breasts, but they were firm and her body was in excellent shape.
I almost tore the apron off in my eagerness to be naked displaying a lot more brazenness than I ever did in my youth. She watched me strip with a lewd look on her face and to emphasise her feeling, gripped the base and pointed it in my direction.
"Are you wet?"
"Fuck yes," I swore as I lay back on the couch and opened my legs in invitation, splaying myself in a wanton display of lust.