This is part 2 of this series. It will only make sense if you have read part 1 first. Otherwise, you won't know who any of the characters are...
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What was it about Aly? Why did I respond to her like I did? How on Earth did she put me under a sexual spell, fill me with a such a delicious carnal yearning, make me shiver just at the sight of her? I had no idea. It was a completely new and unprecedented feeling for me. Until she came along, I didn't really know what desire was, but now I suddenly knew what that word meant. A burning that took over my whole being.
The fact that the person who engendered this astonishing fervour in me was another woman was a shock that I hadn't really fully assimilated yet. Of course, I'd admired other women before, maybe even thought they were sexy, but I'd never had a primal, sexual response like this to anyone, not even the men I'd been to bed with. It explained a lot, but how I'd reached the age of 29 without this primal urge ever manifesting itself was a mystery. It was as if my biological self had been waiting all these years for Aly to come along.
That day, when she came for her 4:30pm physio appointment I got scared. She was a patient and I was in danger of some serious professional misconduct. Oh, how I yearned to misbehave with her!
I was in a turmoil, wrestling with a monster that was way too strong for me. And I knew it was too strong. That's why I suddenly put the brakes on and drove a bit of a wedge between us in the clinic that day. She was not stupid though; she must've realised what was happening, and after her treatment she simply walked out to her car and waited for me. She knew our relationship could only develop further outside the work scenario.
'Hello beautiful. Can I take you for a drink?' Those words made me dizzy. My legs went weak, but that didn't stop me jumping straight into the passenger seat of her car with an alacrity that I think surprised even her. We drove to the King's Shilling, a big old-fashioned pub nearby and we both kept looking at each other with big silly grins on our faces as we drove there. I had to remind her to watch the road as she almost missed a red light at one point. This really was becoming a 'dangerous liaison.'
When we got to the pub, we sat in a corner and just talked and talked. I'm a very open person. I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve a little too much and just poured it all out to her; the string of failed boyfriends, the fact that I didn't know I was gay until a few weeks ago, and the way she made me feel. Everything apart from the Showcase and the fact I'd got myself off, more than once, while thinking about her. I wasn't sure how she'd react to those things and I didn't want to risk it.
She listened, with smiles, nods, and an occasional blush, and when I finally realised I might be oversharing and stopped my feverish but heartfelt babbling, she finally spoke.
'That's quite a story Shona, and I'm very flattered. To be honest, I knew you were hot for me almost as soon as you started treating me. Something about the way you looked at me, or sometimes avoided looking at me, and the slight tremor in your hands and your voice when you were massaging my legs.
I've been gay since college... well, originally thought I was bi, but now I'm 100% lesbian... and I thought you were cute right from when I first laid eyes on you. It was quite a thrill to realise you were obviously getting turned on by me. The skimpy track knickers and the strip today, were deliberate of course. My not very subtle seduction techniques.'
'Oh God, I love those knickers.' I said. 'The way they show off those oh so toned legs of yours. I even started watching women's athletics on the telly, just as a reminder of them.'
She grinned and said 'Well, you can see much more of them if you want...' I looked askance at her. '...why not come to my next track meeting?' Then she burst out laughing because she knew perfectly well where my mind had gone, and it certainly wasn't to a track meeting.
'Oo, er. I'd actually like that, but I'd also love to see more of them - and you - than just that. '
'Easily arranged, and I'd love to see you in something sexier too, like nothing at all. I mean, I can tell there's a great body hiding under all that bagginess.'
I looked down at my after work sweat shirt and loose-fitting trousers. Definitely not my best look. 'Also easily arranged,' I said, 'You just need to ask for a second date.'
'Au contraire, mon cheri,' she smirked, 'I asked you on this one, so it's your turn next.'
The chances of me not wanting to see her again were less than zero but I pretended to play it cool. 'I'll have to think about that then,' I said, giving her my best coy look.
She harrumphed with mock disapproval. 'Well, don't think too long, I've got babes queuing around the block for a piece of this,' she said, and she got up and went to the bar for another round of drinks.
I watched her, leaning on the bar, with one foot kicked up on the toe of her shoe, swaying her bum slightly in her beautifully fitted jeans, smiling with those dimples and wowing the barman. She was wonderfully slender yet shapely and I could feel my heart rate rising as I looked at her, with a sudden spike when she flashed me a smile all of my own.
She returned with drinks and I said 'I've thought about it. Can I have a second date?'
She laughed, then said 'Steady on, we haven't finished this one yet, and I'm quite enjoying it. The night is still young. There's lots we can still do.'
My boldness returned with a rush. 'Your place or mine?'
'Oo, saucy. Your knickers really are on fire, aren't they?'
'They certainly would be, if they weren't so feckin damp.'
She shot me a sudden, serious, meaningful look and lowered her voice. Oohh, don't tease me, Shona. I love a wet woman' and she gave an exaggerated shiver.
'Getting wetter as we speak' I said, licking my lips and giving her the most lascivious look I could muster.
