She'd never been with another woman, and although she had on occasion been attracted to the fairer gender she'd never thought herself so attracted to ever make anything of it. She had been married for a number of years now and occasionally wondered what she may have gotten up to had she not partnered herself so young. Right now her husband was away for the weekend and she was meant to be going to a dinner party on the Saturday night but unfortunately on that afternoon she received a text message that cancelled her plans, the host of the party had gotten very sick and called off the event. Another friend who was also meant to be attending messaged her soon afterwards to see if they could still meet. The wife replied saying that they could meet at her house and have dinner together. Her house was small but cozy, an Edwardian villa laden with character and although a little chilly over the winter months it was a lovely cool sanctuary during the current summer heat.
The wife finished her summer afternoon's gardening and took a slow lukewarm shower before her guest arrived. Washing in the shower she stroked soapy hands over her beautifully pale skin missing the touch of her partner from the evening before her body yearned a little for caress. She took a little longer than usual thoroughly washing the garden's dirt from every part of her voluptuous body and dark blonde hair. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror whilst drying off and noticed how the recent exercise regime had shaped her body to the point where even she was starting to admire it. She smiled as she applied her daily regimen of skin creams and on a whim thought to treat herself to a little perfume, thinking tonight's dinner date a worthy enough excuse to pamper herself a little. She moved through to the bedroom and dressed in some cute little cotton panties and her nice 'going out' jeans she'd bought not six weeks ago that were now only annoyingly a little baggy, a testament to her exercise routine which lessened the annoyance factor somewhat. She slid into a new loose t-shirt, colourful and bright, which covered her somewhat lacey underwire bra that not just supported but accentuated her hidden porcelain breasts under her shirt. She checked herself in the mirror for a second and smiled, she'd caught a little sun out on the garden that day that had left her face with a rosy glow and she concluded that she looked great.
An hour or so later there was a knock at the door and she opened the front door of the house to their friend, she was also a mutual friend of her husband. She stood there holding a dish she'd made for the party, a desert in a white porcelain dish with foil covering it.
"Hi!" the friend said, flashing her big smile "I brought something to eat!" And she smiled again holding the dish towards her host. The friend was welcomed inside and led down the hall which at the end flowed one way into the living room and the other into the kitchen. The friend moved into the living room and took a seat on the couch in front of the television as while her host put the dish in the kitchen. The host then joined her friend, sitting on a couch opposite and they chatted, catching up on news and goss.
The friend was also beautifully pale and blonde, but with much shorter hair. She was slim and petite with an air of tomboy about her in a friendly and playful way. She was dressed fairly casual also, wearing leg hugging blue jeans, a small red and white striped t-shirt which pressed against chest just enough to tease and her usual black sneakers. Her host had prepared a simple pasta dish, a favourite of her husband's, and before long they were enjoying it along with a nice bottle of Pinot Noir. They finished the wine as fast as they'd finished the meal and the host apologised she didn't have anymore but her friend said that she didn't feel like more wine anyway and asked her host if she'd prefer to smoke some weed while they waited for the dessert, an apple crumble, to cook. Needless to say, within minutes the two of them were standing just outside the back door enjoying a casual smoke as the oven heated the next course.
Lightly buzzed and happy they ate the apple crumble now, covered in ice cream, next to each other on the same couch watching vintage music videos out of the corner of their vision and making snide remarks about the video's styling and dancing. They laughed and ate. The friend mentioned she found a certain 90's pop star really attractive admitting she had quite the crush on her when she was younger.
"Yeah, she's hot. But it's not like you'd fap off to her or anything." Exclaimed the host.
"Oh but I sooo did, heaps!" Replied her friend.
The host looked at her friend laughed a little cute but slightly awkward laugh and blushed. The friend was openly bisexual but very rarely made it noticed.
"I almost rubbed my bits off because of her." The friend added only now realising her host was blushing but also realising she wasn't uncomfortable. The host felt a small stirring in her and she shifted on the couch, kicked her shoes off and curled her feet up next to her.