It had been a week since her experience with Vicky at the gym and longer, with Michelle at the store. Despite not physically seeing her, she loved it when the vivid images of Vicky would hit her out of nowhere. "I was so kinky... such a slut...," she would say to herself.
But Colette started to notice the memories were happening more and more frequently as time went on. During her commute into work, while on her lunch break or at home, even when Steve or the kids were around. Her mind would wander in the middle of meetings. Sometimes, when they happen when she's alone, she would masturbate to the images and memories, closing her eyes to revisit her intense experiences with either Vicky or Michelle.
She needed to do something about it. "Maybe find a hobby or something," she would tell herself. She knew she needed something she could turn to as an outlet, to prevent it from consuming her.
On the way home one afternoon, having left work early, she decided to drive through town choosing purposefully to take the long way home instead of using the freeway. While driving through their downtown streets she passed the music store. Immediately after seeing it, she thought to herself, "Music! I could try learning an instrument! Maybe that would help get my mind off these thoughts."
She pulled into the parking lot, parked her car and walked into the store. Every kind of instrument was on display. Looking to the back wall, Colette saw a huge selection of guitars. "That could be exactly what I need," she thought. She'd always wanted to learn guitar, and had always dreamed of being a rockstar ever since she was little.
She quickly walked to the back of the store and started looking around. Just as she was about to pick up a guitar off the wall, a young woman came up to her. "Hello and welcome in! Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked.
As Colette turned, she saw before her what looked like, at least to Colette, the quintessential rocker girl. Looking all of 19 years of age, she had short blond hair that was stylishly messy. She was wearing a white ripped half T-shirt that had a picture on the front of giant lips with a lollipop stem hanging out. Her stomach was flat but not muscular-flat, and the black jeans she was wearing were tight from her waist to her ankles.
"Hello. Yes, I'm looking for a guitar. Something that's easy to play and learn on," Colette answered.
The girl smiled, gave her a quick wink and said, "I have just the thing, follow me," as she walked away.
Walking after her to the back corner of the store, Colette thought to herself, "Did she just wink at me? I wonder why she did that."
It only took a handful of seconds to get there, and perhaps it was the wink that did it, but Colette also started to think about how cute this girl was. She also found herself looking at her as she walked, completely enjoying the skin she could see peeking out in several places where she had rips in her jeans.
"My name is Stephanie by the way," she said as they arrived. "What's yours?"
"Nice to meet you, Stephanie. I'm Colette."
She turned to look at Colette and asked, "So are you thinking acoustic or electric? Or maybe a bass?"
"Oh!" Colette said outloud. "I hadn't even thought about a bass," she continued, visibly pondering the idea of a bass guitar. "I was actually thinking electric guitar initially, but now hearing you say bass..."
"Tell you what, let's try both. I think it'll be fun!" Stephanie said as she glanced down Colette's body and then back up to make eye contact.
"Did she just check me out?" Colette thought to herself as she also felt her heart start to beat faster.
Then Stephanie said, "You're like five foot six, right? I'm thinking a full size guitar for you."
"She was just confirming my height," she thought to herself, noting the disappointment that she felt all of a sudden. "Good guess, five foot seven, actually," Colette replied with the slightest smile out of the corner of her mouth.
Stephanie also noted her disappointment. "She thought I was just checking her out!" she thought to herself. "And she smiled! I think this woman liked the idea of me checking her out! I think I'm gonna have some fun...," she continued thinking to herself. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," Colette replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
"How old do you think I am?" Stephanie asked.
Colette didn't know what to say. Women typically didn't talk about each other's age. But she's young, Colette thought. She didn't care about manners like that. "I don't know, twenty-five?" Colette answered.
"Yes! You guessed it," Stephanie said. "24 actually but close enough. And you?" she asked. "And before you answer," she added quickly, "I have to say that you look amazing. I mean, really hot actually. I'm going to guess mid-thirties for you."
"Did she just call me hot?" Colette thought. "Oh, you're so sweet. Let's just say you can add ten to that number." Colette answered. And just as she said the number, she consciously hoped that she didn't just turn off this beautiful, fit 20-something woman with her age.
Stephanie knew there was an age difference. And she didn't care. Knowing the actual years didn't matter to what she was already starting to plan in her head. The truth be told - she'd never been with an older woman before and she now very much wanted Colette.
Stephanie had first started experimenting with other girls when she was in college. Since graduating, she'd really only been with girls close to her age. All of which were beautiful in their own way, but they were also very similar to her. She was ready for something different. And Colette was different in so many ways.
For one thing, she had a confidence that she hadn't seen before in women of Stephanie's age. She was also beautiful and clearly took care of herself. Not to mention, here she was, in her store looking for help. And oh did she want to help her.
"I was interested in our ages because I was curious what you thought about the age difference between two people. You know, two people who might be interested in each other."
