This is a fictional story about adults written for adults no characters are under 18. If you are offended by lesbian sex or erotica please move on. I hope you all have joy this holiday season. Please vote and comment it's your payment for free content.
The Best Gift
Isolde Delany was celebrating Easter alone again, as she had expected. This was usual for her. She wondered when she would find someone. She thought she was certainly intelligent and attractive enough. She had degrees from Wharton School of Business. She had a BS in Finance and a MBA. She was a natural redhead, five feet six inches tall, 34C bust. She had shapely legs and an hourglass figure. And here she was eating Easter dinner alone at a Chinese restaurant. She liked the food but she wanted to be at home with her family. Her mother did not want her there. She was gay and her parents were devout Catholics. She had made her way through school by way of scholarships. She was a National Merit Scholarship winner and had been valedictorian as an undergrad.
As usual, she people-watched while she waited for her waiter. Then in walked a pretty woman. Isolde waited to see who she was with, but no one followed her in.
She's alone like me. Should I invite her over?
The woman was walking to a table just past hers -- she bucked up her courage.
"Excuse me, Miss. Are you dining alone?" Isolde hoped not to be blown off by the pretty woman.
"Why, yes. I am." Saskia De Witt was intrigued by the question from the stunning redhead. Sol noted the unusual accent -- British with a touch of something Germanic.
Isolde womanned up again. "I hate spending holiday meals alone. Would you care to join me?"
"I would like that very much! My name is Saskia De Witt. But please call me Sass. I don't much care to spend meals alone either." Saskia held out her hand, which Isolde took in a firm grip and shook, noting the softness.
"I'm Isolde Delany. I'm glad to make your acquaintance, Sass. People call me Sol." Sass sat across the table, and the two ladies chatted for a while, learning a little about each other. Sass found out Sol worked at a large bank. Sol was informed that Sass was starting her recertification to teach. The questions, as they are wont to do, slowly turned to why they were each alone.
"Sol, my three-year marriage ended last year so I'm trying to start a new life in a new place. I'm absolutely sick of men. So I was thinking of finding a girlfriend."
"Sass, as a lifelong lesbian, let me will tell you a few things. First, be sure you want this. I am alone on Easter because my parents do not want me in their home. Second, I should warn you that there are some horrible women out there who will eat you alive. Third -- and most to the point -- the kind of girl you are looking for might see you as poison. You're a rebound who is unsure of her sexuality. I hate to say this: You are heartbreak personified. I'm not saying for you not to try. There is someone for you. But please take it slow. For your own sake. If you decide to break up with a girl for a man or, even worse, go back to your husband, well, it could ruin your girlfriend for many years to come. I know this, as that is how my last relationship ended. Please be kind -- do not profess love lightly.
"Enough advice. My experiences will probably not be yours. To get you into the gay scene, if you like, I will take you to a lesbian bar and try to guide you. I will try to show you whom to avoid and why. What are you looking for right now in a woman?"
"Wow! I am a pariah without even having done anything! I really am a caring person, Sol, and would be honored by your company. To answer your question, I am a serious person and want to learn from and love a woman. When do you have time? What should I wear?"
"How about next Saturday? Wear casual. Sass, this is not a date as much as a guided tour. I think you should get an idea of this aspect of gay dating. To be honest, I tired of the bar scene a few years ago. I find it a bit too desperate. That said, it is an easy place to meet girls who, you know, like girls. It is embarrassing to hit on a straight woman and have her freak out. I will try very hard to keep you out of the hands of predators. They will know you are inexperienced and go right after you. Odds are that, if you are with someone, you will be left alone."
"You make it sound worse than guys, Sol. I don't have any attraction to butches or such. I like feminine girls, like you. Won't that help?"
"Sorry to say, there are some femmes who are pretty bad. Especially some heavy dommes and egomaniacs."
"Jesus! This is complex! Thanks for the guided tour. I will need it, Sol." They ordered a pot of tea and sat enjoying small talk. That night Isolde sat at her desk at home questioning herself on why she was getting involved with Saskia. She was trouble. She also was pretty. Not stunning, but a very cute girl-next-door type. Her head was covered in long, curly, dark brown hair, contrasted by ice blue eyes. She had an athletic body. Her long, shapely legs were a total turn-on for her. Isolde knew she would pursue her if she didn't have that history. But she did. Oh, well. This could be her good deed for the month. She certainly did like the woman. Who couldn't use a new friend? Hers kept leaving or getting into a new relationship. She had picked out a good place to take the neophyte. It would mostly be a session in people-watching.
She watched some TV and chilled. It had taken some time for her to be comfortable alone. Now she loved solitude -- it gave her time to think. And tomorrow promised to be busy at the bank. On her way to bed she stopped to check her email. It was all already read so she turned in.
The next day she had three presentations. They were prepared, and she had rehearsed many times. After her second, Roland Legrand grabbed her arm and led her to get coffee. Roland is her gay friend and they loved to gossip.
"How was your Easter, Sol? You could have come over! We had a great dinner and you know you are welcome."
"I know, Rollie. I just hate being the odd wheel at holidays. I did meet a girl at the Chinese place where I ate. She's nice, but I don't think it will go anywhere." Isolde told him about Saskia. He, as always, listened intently, picking up subtleties.
"Sol, I hear in your voice that you have interest in this woman. I'll warn you she has the potential to tear your soul loose after your last lover. I hope you will be sure before you get too involved."
"Rollie, how many girls have already done that to me. I know I fall too easily. I always try to be careful and it fails. I guess I just want to be in love for real once."
