Note to reader:
This is part one of a two part story. I've placed part one in the Lesbian section as the major 'action' of this part occurs between two women. Part two will go into the group sex category in a week or so as it will involve the same two woman with the addition of a man. Either story can be read as a stand alone, so if your taste precludes one or the other scenario, please feel free to skip the one that you're not into.
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It was an unconventional offer to say the least, but then again, this relationship had been unconventional from the start, Billie mused. Hell, when you're a twenty eight year old dyke, it's not like you're going to get many CONVENTIONAL offers, she thought wryly, smiling to herself.
She did her best thinking at the beach. She sat, watching the rollers come in across Massachusetts Bay; breaking over the sand bars and reviewed her situation.
She loved Michelle. That was indisputable. Michelle was married to Sean. Billie liked Sean, he was a nice guy. If she were wired that way, Sean was the kind of guy she would have gone for. Michelle loved Sean, Michelle had been very clear on that fact, but Michelle said she loved Billie too.
Triangle.
It's not like she hadn't known Michelle was married. Sitting in the crowded coffee shop, reading the Phoenix she had looked to see the pretty blond woman holding a latte smiling at her.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" she had indicated the empty chair across the small, round table from Billie. "It's the only seat open in the place and my feet are killing me."
"Sure, help yourself," Billie had gestured and the woman sat down.
Reflexively, Billie had checked out her left hand. Big rock with a matching diamond studded wedding band as well. Figures, she had thought.
"I'm Michelle," the woman had said.
"Billie," she replied.
Michelle put out her hand and Billie shook. She had a firm, dry grip.
They got to talking. Michelle was, of course, married. About the same age as Billie, no kids, did HR for a Plymouth based Tech Company. Did the trek down Cape and over the bridge then back everyday so they could live in Turo. Husband, Sean, was an accountant. Had a picture of him. Didn't look like an accountant. Cute, dark blond hair, slim build, nice smile. For that matter, Michelle had dark blond hair, a slim build and a nice smile too. Billie sighed. She seemed destined to run into straight blonds.
"Are you married," Michelle had asked.
"I'm lesbian," Billie had replied, defensively and in-you-face at the same time.
"Well, then do you have a life-partner?" Michelle retorted, not missing a beat.
Billie had appraised her for a moment before answering, detected nothing but sincerity and said, "No, but I haven't given up," smiling for the first time during the conversation.
Things had gone up from there. The two women had exchanged phone numbers and made plans for a luncheon date. Lunch led to shopping, which led to movies, which led to an invitation to Michelle's place for dinner. There she had met Sean. Billie had nothing at all against men. Some of her best friends thought they were guys. Seriously though, she just didn't find them sexually attractive. She had tried. She had dated men, even had sex with a few. While she hadn't hated it, she preferred women. She wasn't repulsed by men, didn't have any secret trauma in her past that turned her off to guys. They just didn't do it for her the way another woman did.
She had felt a little out of place when she first arrived at their house. Sean and Michelle were outwardly rather bourgeoisie with their trendy, department store clothing and their suntans. Billie was a bit more bohemian. An artist, with her short, black hair and pale skin, James Dean white tee shirts and jeans or thrift-store sundresses. Shabby chic. Appearances can deceive. Their home was tastefully furnished with some nice pieces from local artists, not the sterile plasticity she had expected.
"That's one of mine," she had exclaimed, pointing to a beachscape on the wall.
Dinner was superb, cooked by Sean. Again, defying preconceptions of what an accountant should be like.
They became friends, doing things as a group or separately. Billie spent a lot of time with Michelle seeing movies and going antiquing. She spent a bit of time with Sean too. They both had a passion for the Red Sox (Michelle was bored by baseball) and got into the habit of watching the games together, even taking in a few at Fenway when Sean could score seats from a client. When they were unable to watch a game together, one would call the other on the phone and they would dissect it well into the night.
Everything changed one night when Sean was away on business.
Michelle had invited Billie over for pizza and to watch a video. It was November and late fall on the Cape can be a raw time of year. They were bundled up on the couch, sitting by a fire under a big fleece when it happened.
Michelle casually leaned over and kissed Billie on the mouth. Stunned, Billie pulled back.
"Michelle, what are you doing?" she asked.
"I want you," Michelle replied, matter-of-factly, leaning in and kissing her again.
Shocked, surprised and acting on instinct, Billie kissed back, putting her hand on Michelle's cheek, feeling herself melt from her friend's soft lips. Knowing she would hate herself tomorrow, Billie pulled away.
"Michelle, I can't do this. I like Sean and won't do this to him," she said, tears welling in he eyes.
The blond smiled as if to say 'I've got a secret.'
"Sean knows," Michelle giggled. "I told him I was going to seduce you tonight."
"You…told him…" Billie stammered, confused. "What did he say?"
"Have fun and it's about time," Michelle laughed.
"He's OK with this?" Billie asked.
