Susan awoke at the sound of light jazz. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed at the clock on the nightstand. She was pleased that it was only 9:35 a.m., and she slowly sat up in her queen size bed. The sun shone brightly through the curtains opposite her, and she surveyed the room. Her leather mini, stockings, and heels were tossed in the corner, which was out of character for her. The previous night slowly inched its way into her mind, and she was overcome by a feeling of warmth.
Out to dinner with a new friend of hers from work, drinks at the bar, and then off to the new lesbian bar. Susan remembered how she drank a little more than her usual amount, but she felt no ill effects as she awoke. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, and ran her fingers through her short blonde hair. She thought of Kelly, her new friend, and of the woman Kelly had introduced her to, Natalie. The three of them had had a great time, not staying out to late, and being careful to take cabs home. "So responsible," she thought, and she giggled to herself. Susan remembered their faces, the touching, and the closeness.
Her hands moved to her thighs, and she was feeling the first waves of arousal running through her body, which seemed to escape through her toes. She quickly pondered the idea of masturbating, but dismissed that notion as she new she had invited Kelly and Natalie to her house for a relaxing day by the pool. Susan stood up, and walked to the full-length mirror, admiring her body. At 33, she was still in excellent shape. At 5'7" tall, and a slim 115 pounds, she was glad she still made it a point to go to the gym, even though she hated it at times. Susan felt her nipples harden, and could not resist pinching them with her fingers.
Her eyes trailed downward to her furry mound, and again, the thought of masturbating slammed into her mind. Her perky breasts felt full, she slowly spread her legs. Pulling her hands away, she again resisted the temptation. She walked to her bathroom, turned on the shower, and stepped under the warming water. Susan could not wait for her friends to get there.
As she showered, she thought of the women in her life. She felt totally convinced that her life as a gay woman was going to be the change in her life she needed. Men, she hated them now. There never once was a successful relationship. They used her for sex, and she wanted more. She wanted closeness; she wanted passion. All of these thoughts raced through her mind, and she stepped out of the shower, feeling more refreshed.
Back in her bedroom, Susan donned her white thong bikini and sarong. After a light breakfast, she cleaned the patio area around the pool, grabbed her favorite Ann Rice novel, and waited for her guests to arrive.