It started late one night at a bar. I was out with my girlfriend Chris and the rest of a local community orchestra she's part of. They'd just played their last concert of the season and were celebrating. We were all drinking beer and having fun, especially me since I'd just gotten back from a week in the city. But before I get too into the story maybe I should tell you a little bit about us.
I've been openly gay since I was 15, and I'm what most people would consider sort of a butch dyke (until they find out what I'm like in bed, then they realize I'm not as tough as I look). I'm 5'10 and have the build of a soccer player. I like playing sports and try to keep fit. I have fair Scottish skin and short red hair that I like to do funky things with, from unusual cuts to crazy colors. I have 5 tattoos, including one a few inches below my belly button that everyone loves. Chris is kind of the opposite; she looks real feminine but when the lights go out there's no question that she's in control. She's almost as tall as I am, with long sandy blond hair and a deliciously curvy figure. She's got enough holes in each ear to put a rainbow in, and a pierced nipple (only one, and yes, I kinda like it that way; I get a bit of both).
We were hanging out with her friend Amy, who's a bit shorter, maybe 5'7, and pretty curvy (though she's more petite than Chris). She has an olive complexion and dark, curly hair that goes just past her shoulders. Amy is also the other lesbian in the band, and Chris's former French horn teacher.
My girlfriend is one of those people who can pick up any instrument and play it (though some endeavors are more successful than others). Most of the people in the band are that way too, and for someone like me with no musical talent, they're fun to hang out with, even if their conversations go way over my head. My favorite moments are when Chris will just start playing something while we're hanging out. It's like our own personal soundtrack.
Anyway, back to the story. Amy was getting especially drunk, probably because she tried to keep up with me, and I can easily drink her under a table. We could tell how drunk she was when she started trying to distract me while I was beating her at pool. First it was the lewd faces where I was aiming. When that didn't work, she started grabbing my ass or stroking my leg while I lined up my shot. At first, Chris was a little protective. But then she just started laughing at it, because it was clearly driving Amy crazy to watch us together. Amy told Chris she wanted to take me home, she would sign to Chris what I can only assume were lewd phrases (I don't know enough sign language to understand them). But that was it for that night. Chris and I went home and didn't say much about it until about a week later.
"So Amy really likes you," Chris said over dinner.
"I noticed," I said between bites of my chicken. I'm a cook, and I can make just about anything. But if you ask me, nothing beats good home cooked fried chicken.
"What do you think of her?"
"I like her, but you already knew that. I have met her before, remember?"
"She's pretty hot isn't she?"
"Ok," I said, pushing my plate aside, "Where is this going?"
"I was just wondering....." Chris said, trying to sound innocent.
"Sure, and I'm the pope," I said, rolling my eyes. Then suddenly it all became clear. "Oh I get it. You want in her pants, but you need an excuse, seeing as how she used to be your teacher."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, trying to sound innocent.
I just glared at her.
"Ok, fine, you win," she said.