This story is a lighthearted adventure of a woman having to reassess what she considers to be her sexual identity. Set against her complex and unorthodox relationship with another woman.
Again, I struggled to pin down a category for this story. Of course, I was tempted to put it in "Romance", but I always do. There is even some slight MFF in one scene, but in the end, the core of the story was about a woman coming to terms with her emotions and possible love for another woman. So "Lesbian" it is.
Hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 1 - An Unexpected Encounter
Tracy had just got in from work when Vicky called.
Tracy hadn't had a good day and was feeling quite grumpy, although she tried not to let it show when she answered the phone to Vicky.
Vicky had met a guy yesterday and had arranged to meet him in a bar later tonight. She desperately needed Tracy to come along for moral support.
Although Vicky was Tracy's best friend, she was also a total pest when she was in heat. Unfortunately, Vicky always seemed to be in heat for some guy or another.
Tracy halfheartedly tried to get out of going, as she suspected she already knew how the evening would turn out. But Vicky was insistent. Besides, Vicky was almost sure "Steve" was bringing a friend along for Tracy. Vicky also pointed out, tomorrow was Saturday, so if they stayed out late, Tracy could lie-in in the morning.
Tracy was less than thrilled at the prospect of having to meet Steve's friend. Unlike Vicky, Tracy had certain standards when it came to men, and preferred to only go out with guys she was actually attracted to, not ones that just happened to be available.
However, Tracy knew it would be pointless to argue with Vicky, she would just keep going until Tracy gave up.
Tracy always gave up eventually.
Having agreed to being Vicky's wing-woman for the night, they agreed a time when they would meet at Vicky's before heading off to the bar.
After the call had ended, Tracy decided that she really needed a shower.
As she had hoped, the hot shower helped wash away some of the physical and mental grime of the day. She emerged twenty minutes later, nowhere near as grumpy as when she had entered.
Next Tracy went to the closet to pick out an outfit for tonight. She had no intensions of "dressing to impress", but wanted to find something that would still be showy enough to blend in at the type of bars they were likely to end up at.
In the end Tracy settled on a simple blue dress that made her feel good to wear. It was fairly figure hugging, (she had a very huggable figure), and had a neckline that showed just a bit of cleavage without being daring.
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Having collected Vicky, the pair made their way to the bar.
Steve was already waiting for them. And there was no sign of a friend for Tracy. Despite Vicky pouting that Steve hadn't brought a friend for Tracy, Tracy tried not to let her relief show too much.
Steve didn't seem too bad, quite pleasant in a slightly cocky sort of way. But boy could he talk. Steve could talk nonstop about everything and nothing, although more than a few times he managed to steer the conversation back around to himself.
It was just after Tracy had ordered her second drink of the night, (Steve being too engrossed in Vicky to notice her much), when Vicky pulled her aside to tell her that Steve had asked her back to his place, and if it was alright, she would call Tracy in the morning to give her all the gory, sloppy details.
Secretly Tracy was exasperated that Vicky was doing this to her yet again, but outwardly she smiled and wished Vicky good luck.
And with that, Tracy found herself alone in the bar, holding a fresh drink.
She had briefly thought about putting the drink back on the bar and just leaving, but damnit, she had just paid for it. Besides, the way she was feeling at the moment, she needed the drink.
So, Tracy found a quiet corner booth where she hoped she could finish her drink in peace. Even then, within the first half an hour she had to politely decline the advances of three different men. Each time claiming she was waiting for someone.
Tracy had nearly finished her drink when she thought she saw a woman looking at her from across the bar. Not being sure, Tracy looked again, and found that the woman was indeed looking at her, and now she was smiling.
Several times over the next couple of minutes, Tracy tried to furtively glance in the woman's direction to see if she was still looking at her. Each time she was.
The last time she glanced over, she was shocked to see the woman walking straight towards her.
Tracy's first impression was that the woman walked like a predator. Fluid, assured, confident, and never losing eye contact with Tracy.
"Hi, I'm Sophie. Can I get you a drink?"
Then the woman in front of her smiled brilliantly and laughed.
"Sorry about the corny chat-up line, but it was all I could think of on the spur of the moment. But seriously, can I get you a drink?"
Tracy had meant to politely but definitely say "No", but then surprised herself when she asked for a Gin and Tonic.
Sophie smiled and cocked an eyebrow.
"The hard stuff eh?"
And with that she was off to the bar, leaving Tracy thoroughly confused.
Was she being hit on by a woman?
Surely not.
Weren't lesbians meant to have some form of "gay-dar"?
Tracy was pretty darn sure she wasn't giving off any lesbian signals. Whatever they might be.
However, Tracy did find Sophie intriguing, especially the confidence that appeared to come so naturally to her.
Tracy decided that as Sophie was buying her a drink, she would engage in a bit of friendly chat with her, during which time she would find a way to explain she wasn't really into women. At that point they could either keep on chatting, or more likely, Sophie would be free to go and find an actual lesbian.
When Sophie got back from the bar they started chatting, and soon Tracy found herself mesmerize by the woman across from her. Talking to her was so easy, it was like catching up with a long-lost friend. Sophie was sometimes funny, sometimes a little risqué, sometimes serious, but always interesting. At no point did Tracy feel as though she was being chatted up.
Tracy began taking in Sophie's appearance. She was slim in an athletic way, she had long flowing auburn hair and dazzlingly bright green eyes. If Tracy had been a man, she suspected that Sophie would be exactly her type. She was very attractive.
Sophie was wearing a simple silk blouse and tight faded jeans. Tracy knew that if anyone else in the bar had been dressed like that, they would have looked out of place. However, on Sophie, she was the most elegant person in the room.
Sophie was also wearing some sort of pendant on a thin gold chain around her neck. Tracy couldn't quite make out what the pendant was, as it was partially covered by her blouse. The overall effect was to draw a person's eye to Sophies rather amazing boobs. Which was probably the intended effect.
Tracy thought she herself had nice boobs, but Sophie had her beat hands down. Sophie's boobs looked fantastic and made Tracy a little envious.
Oh shit!, she was staring at another woman's boobs.
Tracy's gaze immediately snapped up to Sophie's eyes, but the grin she saw on Sophie's face let her know that she had been caught red-handed.
To try and cover her acute embarrassment, Tracy asked if Sophie wanted another drink, as they both now had empty glasses in front of them. Chuckling, Sophie asked for a Mojito.
When Tracy got back from the bar she took a large slug of her Gin and Tonic, but then cautioned herself to slow down. Four G&T's was already past her normal limit, and she was definitely feeling way out of her depth in Sophie's company.
Still very flustered, Tracy was only half listening to Sophie as she monologued on. Tracy told herself she better join in the conversation again soon, before Sophie noticed something was up.
It was then that Tracy heard Sophie state that in her opinion women on average were much better kissers then men.
