Ever since Linda traveled to Chicago to take care of her ailing grandmother, more than two months ago, I had done little but stay home, keeping pretty much to myself. I had no idea when she might return, but I kept myself occupied with work, television and reading. My own fingers replaced the passion I had known with her for almost three years, but soon I began to feel a void that my fingers couldn't completely satisfy. Before she left, she told me I could date if I felt like it; her only caution was not to get "involved."
Jenny, my best friend at work (and straight as an arrow, unfortunately) invited me to a party at her house. At first I was reluctant to go, but she begged. Then she cajoled. Then she pleaded. When she flashed her puppy-dog eyes at me and said, "Please, Beth, I'd really like you to get out of this funk you've been in for the past few weeks."
"Okay," I acquiesced, "but only for an hour or so."
I wasn't really looking forward to Saturday night, but at least it gave me something to do for a while. I threw on a pair of semi-tight jeans and a white cotton blouse. Nothing fancy, but I felt like I looked fine for a casual party.
Jenny lived on the north side of town in a nice house. By the time I arrived, just a little after 9:00 o'clock, the party was in full swing. Jen greeted me at the door with a friendly hug and a sweet smile. "Hey, girl, I'm glad you could make it. Come on in!"
The music was too loud for my tastes, and the metallic sound of whatever band was playing on the stereo was not my cup of tea. There must have been 25 or 30 people, mostly couples, in the living room, the dining room, and the kitchen. The place was packed. Unpleasant acrid smoke filled the air. I knew I wouldn't be staying long. I made my way to the kitchen, poured myself a 7&7, and then, as luck would have it, found an unoccupied chair in the living room.
I felt like a wallflower, but I didn't mind. At least I had made Jenny happy in coming to the party. I slipped my drink slowly and looked around the crowded room. It would have been difficult to hold a conversation over the music, so I was glad to be alone.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a girl who caught my attention. What struck me the most was her absolutely stunning natural red hair. She was facing me, talking to a girl I had never seen before, drinking from a bottle of Lowenbrau. She was wearing a blue denim skirt and a black pull-over that was short enough to reveal a cute silver or chrome belly button ring. Her smile was infectious. I guessed her to be 19 or 20 years old. I would describe her as "attractively cute." The pullover was tight enough to reveal average sized breasts at best. She giggled a bit during her conversation and I had the feeling she was slightly tipsy.
When she happened to cast a glance in my direction, I quickly averted my eyes. Had she caught me stealing a glance at her? For the next few minutes, I stole furtive "peeks" in her direction, not wanting to get caught again. Yet I was totally mesmerized by her. Her skirt, hemmed just above the knee, revealed nicely shaped, totally bare legs. She was not flashy at all; in fact, I saw no jewelry except for the belly-button ring. She had a cute pug nose and a face full of sweet freckles that looked just perfect with her hair.
A young male tapped her on the shoulder and she turned briefly to talk to him. I was even more amazed with the rear view. Her hair was perfectly straight, shimmering in the light from above, flowing half-way down her back. What caught my attention, however, was what I felt was the absolute greatest ass I had ever seen. Her skirt wasn't overly tight, but her buns filled it perfectly. I had always been attracted to women with nice derrieres, but this one was out of this world!
To my dismay, the male whisked her away to the kitchen, and all I could do was watch her walk away. I quickly resolved to be with this gorgeous girl later tonight when I masturbated. I could already feel a tingle in my loins just thinking what it would be like to bury my face in that exquisite ass for an hour or so. I even squeezed my thighs together tightly to stir my pussy up a little.
I had finished about three-quarters of my drink when the dense smoke started to get to me. I hated to give up a cherished seat, but I needed a breath of fresh air. Fortunately not far away was a sliding glass door that led to a deck. I got up and went outside, taking a deep breath. There was only one other couple on the deck, a man and a woman holding hands. I nodded in their direction and then looked at the star-lit sky.
I thought I felt a presence behind me, but I wasn't sure. When I turned my head around, the presence, a female, moved to my side and placed her hands on the railing next to me. It was her! The redhead! I nearly fainted.
"The smoke is terrible in there," she said in a voice of cotton candy.
I tried to gain my composure. "That's why I don't go to many parties."
"At least it's a beautiful night," she continued. "You can breathe out here."
She was the kind of girl you wanted to kiss on the spot. The kind to hold onto and never let go. I couldn't believe I was this turned on by a stranger.
"My name is Beth-Anne," I said.
She smiled. Her teeth were perfect. "I know. Mine's Heather."
I was taken aback by the "I know." "Ah, how did you know my name?"
"Jenny told me you might come to the party. She pointed you out to me just a second ago. She told me earlier in the week you might be coming. She said you were a bit lonely and might need a friend."
I couldn't believe my luck. Her voice was so sincere. Surely Jenny must have told Heather about Linda and me. She would know that I was gay. That I was attached. And, yes, that I was lonely as hell.
I forced a smile. "Thanks. I do get lonely sometimes."
Suddenly, without warning, she placed her hand over mine. Her touch was electric, sending chills up my spine. "If you would like to talk, I'm here for you Beth-Anne."
I looked into Heather's eyes for the first time. Her light-blue eyes. "Beth," I said. "My friends call me 'Beth'."
She gently squeezed my hand. "Beth. Nice name. So the offer is still on the table. No one should ever be lonely. Would you like to talk it out?"
Was she being super-friendly, or was she coming on to me? My heart started beating faster. "I think it would be nice to talk a bit," I replied.
Now her smile was even broader. "You can't very well pour it out here, at this party. Let's go somewhere quiet."
I know I tried to keep my jaw from dropping, but to this day I wonder how successful I was. She had come to the party, at Jen's invitation, to meet me. She came out to the deck and started a conversation. She had been bold enough to place her hand over mine. And now she was asking me to leave with her. My mind buzzed like a bee in a bottle.
"I'd like that," I blurted.
"I make a wild Irish Coffee," she said softly. "Would you like to go to my place? It's right up the street." Her hand was still over mine.
I laughed for the first time in days. "Irish Coffee is one of my favorites."
She didn't just take her hand away from mine. She slowly drew her fingers over the back of my hand. "Why don't you follow me? I live at 345 Windsor, Apartment 23. Go north on Sunset and make a right on Windsor. It's about five minutes away."
She turned and departed, but not before her smile indelibly burned into my brain.
I really felt like I had just been seduced. I stood on the deck for a few moments, thinking through what had just happened. Remembering what Linda had told me about making commitments. Maybe Heather just wanted to be friends. She certainly seemed kind and sweet. On the other hand, something told me there was more to her approach than simple friendship. I knew, if I went to her apartment, and if she came onto me, that it would be a night to remember.
The good side of me told me to go home. The devil in me told me to go for it. The devil in me knocked on Heather's door. She opened it with her now infamous smile. "Come on in. Nothing fancy, but it's home." Her apartment was tastefully decorated, mostly in soft pastels. The lighting was subdued. "I just started our drinks in the kitchen."
She turned and I followed her. She must have known my eyes were fixated on her exquisite ass. We chit-chatted while she mixed two Irish Coffees. She seemed like she would be so easy to become friends with. But lovers?
