**This is a true story shared with me...written to say thanks to all the "Shellys" out there who take the time to really help someone feel comfortable in a new relationship.**
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Married, and deeply in love with my husband, but strongly curious about sex with another woman. Thatâs where my head was just about everyday, especially after meeting Shelly.
Shelly came to work for our office about 6 months ago. She was so personable in the interview, and with great credentials, my law partner and I had no hesitations in hiring her. I had never thought about a sexual relationship with another female till Shelly began openly sharing her recent relationship troubles with us at lunch one day. After she shared her story, I kept getting images of her with another woman. My thoughts were obsessed with her. She was not a strikingly gorgeous woman, but she had certain qualities about her that made you want to look at her and be with her. She was open and sensitive, and truly great fun.
We were out shopping one day, and Shelly was trying on dresses for a party she was going to attend. I was browsing the clothes racks near the dressing room waiting for her to come out, when I heard her call out my name. She called me in the dressing room, and announced she had ripped the dress trying to get the zipper down. Now in a panic she needed help to get the rest of the way out of the dress. After calming her down, I was then able to get the zipper down, and Shelley could then remove the dress. As she removed the dress over her head, I discovered she had taken off her bra to try on the dress. Now standing before me in only her white lacy thong panties, I could not take my eyes off of her . She was breath taking and very sexy. I tried to shake any sexual thoughts from my head, but before I could, Shelly sought out my eyes and knew I was staring at her.
âDisapprove of my not wearing a bra?â she asked.
âNo, no. I just was thinking how pretty you look standing there like that.â I said to her in return. I wasnât sure how she would take it, but the words were now out.
âThanks.â She said. âItâs nice to hear every now and then.â
âShelly you are so pretty and very sexy.â I wanted so bad to just touch her breasts. They were so firm, and her nipples were now erect from the cool air of the dressing room. While overwhelmed at how I felt, I knew if I didnât tell her how I felt, I never would.
âShelly, I have to tell you I found you so sexually attractive. And being married, and never thinking about a woman in this way, I am not sure how to express myself.â There, it was out. I wanted her, needed her, and she needed to know it.
âI have know you were interested in me for a while. But knowing you were married, I wanted you to be the one to initiate things.â Shelly, grabbed my hand, and added, âThe best you can do, is just say how you feel, and what you are thinking. My being a female is a fact, but I am a person first.â
I turned around, and started out the dressing room door, now afraid of really making a fool of myself. But as I left, I shared with her, âShelly, I have thought about you for weeks. Wondering what it would be like to be with you. Struggling in my head where I was with my sexuality. Why was I suddenly interested in a bisexual relationship? I know that may sound stupid, but thatâs where my head has been. I love my husband, and have no intention of hurting him, but at the same time, I have been almost obsessed with thoughts of you. And I have never been with a woman, so how would that affect things? I guess I have been confused with my thoughts, but I just wanted to let you know how I felt.â I then headed out of the dressing room.
I waited for Shelly to come out of the dressing room, and she came over and grabbed my hand, and simply said, âThanks for you honesty. And thanks for the zipper help.â She smiled, and I knew it was her of making me feel more relaxed. Thatâs how Shelly is.
We headed back to the office, and finished the work day without anymore discussions. As I finished up in my office, and was preparing to leave for the evening, Shelly came in and sat down. âI want to ask you something,â she said.
âOK.â
âIf I asked you to come to my house for dinner, without your husband, would you come? Would you come knowing that perhaps something might happen between us? I think we both know what we want, but I think we need to reach out to each other at the same time. You have a relationship, and it is not my intention to hurt that. And you have issues with never being with a woman. The feelings are out there. I think we need to explore them together.â
I thought about what she had said, and knew I wanted her more than ever. I was so drawn to her sensitivity and sweetness. I didnât have to think long, and told her I would, but that she needed to remember my non experience level. She chuckled, as only Shelly could, and reassured me she would make sure she had reading material on bisexuality to go with the dinner.