Southern Girl Learns Golden Rule

Charlotte was a perfect Southern girl. She said, "Yes Ma'am" and "No Sir," "Please" and "Thank you," and she had just the right amount of Southern drawl. She even had a Southern name, Charlotte Belle. She had moved to Atlanta for college and never returned home to her native North Carolina. Now at age 30, her family was pressuring her to move home, settle down, and start a family. But she was happy with where she was in life. She had a good job, good friends, a downtown apartment, and a cat. She didn't see any point in changing that.

What Charlotte's family didn't know was that she had just broken up for good with her on again, off again, boyfriend, Rob. They had a major fight and she told him she never wanted to see him again. She had never let Rob meet her family because the relationship was so unstable. She liked having a date for all of the social events that Atlanta had to offer a twenty something girl, but she didn't like the way he treated her. The sex wasn't even good enough to warrant keeping him around. Right now she had no interest in men whatsoever.

On Thursday night, Charlotte and her friends were at the neighborhood bar that they frequented. The topic of her dating life came up. Her friends offered to set her up. She politely refused with a sweet, "No thank you." Everyone was laughing and telling her that they had just the right man for her, suggesting name after name. After several refusals, Charlotte finally said in her Southern accent, "Ya'll know I have no interest in any man right now!" The group became silent as her best friend Margo spoke up, "What if it's not a man? What if it's a woman?"

Charlotte's jaw dropped and she gasped, and almost yelled "Oh, my word no!"

Everyone laughed as Margo winked saying, "You never know unless you try!"

That night as she lay in her cozy bed, cuddling with her cat, her mind kept returning to Margo's comment. "What if it's a woman" kept running through her mind.

No,

she told herself.

I like penis!

After Margo's comment, everyone seemed to forget about the dating topic. Everyone except Charlotte. She couldn't quit thinking about dating a woman. Every time she entertained the thought, she would push it out of her mind, repeating to herself,

I like penis. I LIKE PENIS!

A few weeks went by and Margo and Charlotte met for lunch. Charlotte could tell that Margo was distracted. Margo finally blurted out, "I think you should start dating again! Get out there and find a good relationship." She purposely didn't say 'find a good man'. Charlotte nodded in silence. Margo continued, "I'll help you set up a dating profile. You aren't the only single person in Atlanta. There are plenty of fish in this sea!" Charlotte reluctantly agreed, so the two girls planned for Saturday afternoon to sit down with some wine and create a profile. They would take pictures and make a day of it.

When Saturday came, Charlotte became nervous. What if Margo suggested that she date a woman? What would she say? Should she try dating a woman? She kept repeating to herself,

I like penis!

Margo arrived at Charlotte's apartment with a bottle of wine, and they grabbed two glasses. They plopped down on the couch with the laptop between them. Margo grabbed the computer and said, "I've been researching the best dating sites, so let's get started," as she typed in the URL. Charlotte felt butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't believe she had agreed to get back out there, especially online.

The website started with the basics:

Name: Charlotte Belle

Age: 30

Sex: Female

City: Atlanta, GA

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 132

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Blonde

Ethnicity: White

Then came the stressful question: "Interested in?" Margo looked at Charlotte, questioning her choice. Without thinking, Charlotte exclaimed, "I like penis!"

Margo busted out laughing. "Ok! Ok! Man it is!"

The two women continued answering questions and when it came time to add pictures, they took some candid photos around the apartment. Margo had the idea to go to the park for some outdoor shots, so off they went. They started with serious pictures, but they got sillier as the day went on. In the park was a statue of a man kissing a woman on the cheek. Charlotte claimed the other cheek and leaned in to give her a kiss. To be silly, she reached up and grabbed the statue's boob. Margo snapped the pose, keeping her thoughts to herself. When they were satisfied with the photos, they returned to Charlotte's apartment to finish the profile. Margo insisted on using the photo with the statue, among others, and Charlotte reluctantly agreed. At last they hit submit and the dating profile was live. "Now we wait," said Margo.

Charlotte felt the butterflies again. "Yes, now we wait," she repeated.

Over the next several days Charlotte kept an eye on her profile. She received several messages and she responded to them all because that was the polite thing to do. She scrolled through all of the profiles multiple times but no one caught her attention. "This is the best Atlanta has to offer?" she text to Margo, frustrated at her search results. Margo suggested they meet for drinks to fine tune her profile and soon they were sitting at a corner table at the bar, revisiting her information.

"What is wrong with me?" Charlotte asked. "Why is nothing I see on this site appealing to me?" Margo pursed her lips as if she was holding back. "Go ahead, say what you're thinking," pressed Charlotte.

Margo spoke slowly. "Maybe you aren't looking for the right things. You said you like penis." Charlotte blushed. "But is that really what you want?" Charlotte listened intently as Margo continued. "Have you ever really enjoyed a relationship with a man?"

Charlotte shook her head. "Well, no. I just thought it was because they weren't the right guys."

"Maybe...just maybe" emphasized Margo, "you should look outside the box. Just take a look at some women. No commitments, just looking."

"Maybe, "said Charlotte. "What would my momma say? This is not what we do! We marry men and have babies, not date women!"

"You have to make yourself happy and not worry about anyone else," replied Margo.

Charlotte agreed to think about it. "But I like penis," she whispered, almost trying to convince herself that it was true.

That night in the comfort of her own bed, Charlotte broke down and started looking through the 'women looking for women' section of the dating website. There were a lot of beautiful women, all ages, ethnicities, and builds. A few caught her attention, but Charlotte wasn't ready to reach out to anyone yet. She was just window shopping. All of a sudden a DM popped up...from a woman!

She must have seen me looking at her profile,

Charlotte thought, embarrassed that she hadn't hidden herself while browsing. She opened and read the simple message, "Hi, wanna chat? Bria." Being the polite Southern woman that she was, she had to reply.

What does one say to a woman, she wondered. She ended up writing, "Hi Bria. Your name is very pretty. Charlotte."

Bria immediately messaged back. "Hi Charlotte. Nice to meet you. I'm looking at your profile. You're beautiful. It says you're looking for men. Is that true?"

Wow,

thought Charlotte.

Women are bold!

She wasn't sure how to respond to this question, so she wrote "Yes? I guess? I'm not sure? Maybe?" and then she hit send.

How would Bria react

she wondered.

The message came back with "So you're unsure and just browsing women to see if you like what you see?"

"Yes."

"Well, do you?"

"Do I what?"

"See anything you like?"

"Maybe? Sort of? Yes?" These types of responses were not Charlotte's normal sweet answers, but this was also not her normal sweet flirting with a man.

Bria wrote back, "Well, I like what I see on your page. Do you want to keep chatting or not?"

Charlotte was shocked that Bria was so forward when she didn't even know her. She wasn't used to the directness, from men or women. She looked at Bria's profile again. She was very beautiful, tall and thin, with long, jet black hair. She had large breasts and perfect, pink, pouty lips. "Yes," she wrote back. "Let's keep chatting." She hit send before she had the chance to change her mind. Then she whispered to herself,

I like penis

, unsure if she really meant it or not.

After chatting back and forth online for a couple of days, Bria asked for Charlotte's phone number so they could text. Charlotte hesitated but finally agreed to give Bria her number. Charlotte still wasn't sure about dating women. She had left her profile on 'searching for men' and she was still answering any messages that came through, but she found herself less interested in talking to men and more interested in secretly looking at women. Every time a text came through, Charlotte eagerly checked, hoping it was from Bria. She wasn't sure why she was so excited about someone, especially a woman, that she had never met.

Charlotte began to let her imagination run wild when thinking about Bria.

So how does sex work with a woman,

she questioned herself. The thought aroused something inside of her and she wanted to know more. So she text Margo, "I have a question."

"What?" Margo replied.

"How does sex work?"

"Um...if you don't know that by now, I can't help you," was Margo's joking reply.

"No," typed Charlotte. "I mean...with a woman?"

Margo quickly answered, "Let's meet and talk ASAP!!" This was not a conversation to have over text.

The women met at the bar and Margo was eager to find out what Charlotte was thinking. As soon as they sat down Margo started prying. "Are you talking to someone? Is it a woman? Have you met her? You need to give me some details!!"

Charlotte laughed and began slowly talking. "Welllll." Margo's eyes were locked on Charlotte's and she was motioning for her to continue. "I was just looking at profiles, women to be exact, just out of curiosity, when this girl, Bria, started messaging me."

"Does that mean that you changed your 'interested in' to women?" Margo asked impatiently.

"No, I just forgot to hide who I was looking at so she saw me. She's really pretty, but very bold. I was intrigued, so I started talking to her. She asked for my number and we started texting. Now I'm mostly curious," Charlotte said, almost holding her breath.

"About sex?" Margo blurted out.

Charlotte hesitated then began, "Yes, sex! I mean I know how it works with a man because I like penis." She mostly said that to try to convince them both. "But everything about being with a woman, like who does what and what goes where?"

Margo laughed. "Girl, you just go with the flow. If Margo is as bold as you say, she's probably the type that will take the lead. So are you going to do her, I mean it, I mean date a girl?"

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know? Yes? Maybe?" Bria was getting to her.

After her talk with Margo, Charlotte was even more inquisitive about dating a girl. She did the unthinkable for a proper Southern girl; she looked at porn, good ol' girl on girl porn. She figured that would be the fastest way to find out how it worked. It started with kissing and over the clothes touching, but soon the girls were naked, pinching nipples, and eating each other out. They took turns treating each other with vibrators, and then they pulled out some huge dildos to fuck each other. "Oh my," Charlotte gasped as she watched, mouth open. "Maybe this wouldn't be so bad!" Just then the phone rang. It was Bria. They'd never talked before, only text.

I wonder if she knows I'm looking at porn,

she thought, mortified.

She picked up the phone, "H...hello?" she squeaked out. She liked the voice she heard on the other end.

"Hey Charlotte. It's Bria. I was thinking about you and I wanted to hear what your voice sounded like. I hope it's ok that I called!"

"S...sure," replied Charlotte nervously.

"Is everything ok? You sound upset. Am I being too presumptuous calling you?"

"Charlotte tried to relax before she spoke and her Southern accent came out strong. "Oh, it's fine. I was just a little surprised to see your number calling me. But it's lovely to hear your voice!"

I'm flirting

, she thought.

But I like penis!

For the rest of the conversation, Charlotte was quiet, listening to Bria talk and imagining what it would be like if the two of them did what she just saw on her computer. She didn't want to admit it but she was aroused, craving the touch of Bria's lips on her own skin.

When the conversation finally ended, Charlotte typed a short text to Bria, because Southern girls always say thank you. "I'm glad you called. I liked hearing your voice. Maybe we can talk again soon?" He hoped she wasn't being too forward.

Do girls like that,

she wondered.

Her question was answered almost immediately when Bria typed back, "Same. TTYL."

Charlotte wanted to call Margo and share the news, but she still wanted to keep it to herself too.

I'll tell her tomorrow. Maybe I'll have a clearer head by then.

The next night was the Thursday night get together. All of Charlotte's friends were at the bar. She really didn't want everyone to know of her latest actions, so she asked Margo to go to the bathroom with her so they could talk privately. She blurted out about how she watched porn, how Bria called, how she flirted, and about how she felt as they talked. Margo was shocked in a good way. "I'm proud of you for opening your mind to something different," she said.

Charlotte sighed in relief from getting it all off of her chest. "What do I do now," she asked.

"You go with the flow. If you want to text her, do it. If you want to call her, do it. If you want to meet her in person, do it. If you want to have sex..."

Charlotte interrupted, "I get your point! DO IT!" They laughed.

The duo returned to their friends, vowing secrecy until Charlotte was ready to talk to others about her change in interests. But she couldn't get her mind off of the conversation. "Do it" was all she could think about. So when she got home, she did...text Bria that is.

Maybe it was the drinks that gave her the courage to be so confident because it certainly wasn't what a Southern lady would do. Charlotte typed the text and hit send before thinking twice. "I was thinking about you tonight. Do you want to meet?"

The answer came faster than she expected. "Yes, I absolutely do! Tomorrow night? 7 pm?"

Charlotte was reeling at the quick reply and the enthusiasm of Bria's suggestion, but she simply answered, "Yes!"

Oh my word! What have I done,

she thought.

What will I wear? What will we do? Will we kiss? Will she even like me?

She drifted off to sleep with the thoughts racing through her head.

The next day dragged on. Charlotte couldn't focus on her work. All she could think about was meeting Bria and the girl porn she had watched. Finally it was time to leave. Charlotte quickly dressed in skin tight jeans with a pink crop top and sandals. She pulled her hair back out of her face and touched up her makeup. She looked at the last text from Bria that told her where to meet, and then she walked out the door.

When she arrived at the bar, she immediately saw Bria. She was wearing tight black jeans and a red, off-the-shoulder top with cowboy boots. Her lipstick matched her shirt. He was even prettier in person than in her pictures. Charlotte felt butterflies in her stomach.

I like penis

, she reassured herself. Bria waved and when Charlotte got to the table, Bria gave her a huge hug. "So nice to meet you," she said.

Charlotte very politely said, "It's nice to meet you, too," even though she was very overwhelmed.

What am I doing? I like penis,

she thought.

Bria chattered away as Charlotte sipped her drink. She hoped the alcohol would help her loosen up a bit. Evidently it did because soon they were having a lively conversation. Surprisingly enough, they had a lot in common and Charlotte felt very relaxed talking to Bria. Bria mentioned Charlotte's Southern accent and said she thought it was sexy. Charlotte blushed and then she felt butterflies again.

Charlotte watched Bria's pouty red lips as they talked. She surprised herself by wondering how they would feel touching hers. How would they taste? She wanted to touch Bria's bare shoulders. Was her skin as soft as it looked? Then her eyes went to Bria's voluptuous breasts. She could see the outline of her nipples poking through her shirt. What would they look like? What would they taste like?

Charlotte was startled our of her thoughts by Bria touching her leg as she told a story. Electricity shot through her body at the simple touch. She was getting very aroused so she quickly said, "I think I need some fresh air. Do you want to take a walk?"

They walked to the park, enjoying each other's company. When they approached the statue from the pictures, Bria asked about the pose. "Why did you kiss the girl and not the guy...and why did you grab her boob?"

Charlotte blushed again. "I was being silly, that's all."

"Ah," said Bria. "What if we did a remake of that picture, but change it up a little," she said seductively.

"I don't understand," replied Charlotte innocently.

Grinning, Bria grabbed Charlotte by the shoulders and moved her in front of the woman. She then leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, grabbing her boob and taking a selfie. Charlotte inhaled sharply at Bria's touch. Her nipples perked up and she felt warmth between her legs.

"I hope that was ok," Bria giggled. "It was all for art!"

All Charlotte could manage to say was a breathy, "Yes".

"You seem like you enjoyed it. Do you want to continue?" As Charlotte used the statue for support and nodded her head in consent, Bria skillfully moved her hands over Charlotte's breasts. Charlotte let her head fall back and she felt lips on her neck. She immediately got chills as the moisture grew between her legs. Bria pinched and pulled Charlotte's nipples until they were harder than they had ever been. She didn't know she could be so turned on just from some over the shirt petting and kissing on her neck. She moaned with pleasure, wanting more than this very public display of affection.

When Bria stepped back, Charlotte let out a small whimper of disappointment. Bria laughed then said in a serious voice, "You taste amazing!"

"Thank you. You can taste me anytime," slipped out before Charlotte could catch herself.

"Mmmmm. I think I might take you up on that sometime," said Bria, grabbing Charlotte's hand and walking in silence down the path back toward the bar. Bria finally spoke up asking, "When can I see you again?"

In her head, Charlotte said 'tonight in my bed,' but out loud she asked, "When do you want to see me again?"

"Tomorrow? Let me take you on a real date. I'll pick you up at 4 if you don't have plans." Charlotte nodded in agreement as they said goodnight and headed their separate ways.

That night Charlotte tossed and turned as she dreamt of Bria's mouth on her breasts, hands roaming her body. She was clearly anticipating her date.

What am I doing? I'm going on a date with a woman! What will my mother say?

Thoughts of her family didn't curb her excitement. All day she wondered what would happen. Would she get to feel Bria's hands and mouth again? Would they do what she saw on the computer? She remembered what Margo told her just two days earlier...if she wanted to do something, do it. So she decided to do just that. She was going to let things happen and enjoy them.

Bria was right on time as she came to the door with flowers. Charlotte invited her in as she put the flowers in a vase, secretly hoping they would pick up from last night. Instead, Bria waited patiently and then held her hand as they walked to the car. They walked through a museum and then went to dinner at a nice restaurant. The date was pleasant but uneventful and Charlotte was disappointed thinking that last night only happened because of the alcohol the girls drank.