****This is Chapter 4 of an ongoing story. Can it be read alone as fun sexy times between two humans? Absolutely. Is it even more fun if you know Cara was married to a man who made her feel like crap and now she's out exploring her body and learning what she loves? Absolutely.
Enjoy!****
Chapter Four
"I've never been with a woman, but I want to be with a woman."
"I've never been with a woman, but I want to be with a woman."
Cara looked at her reflection and repeated, for the third time as if it would somehow make it even more true, "I've never been with a woman, but I want to do it so fucking badly."
Social media had changed Cara's life. She used the usual ones when the boys were younger to upload pictures of them for her relatives spread across the country. She kept up with people from high school. But it was all superficial. And then she realized she grew up with a bunch of assholes, she didn't want pictures of her kids spread across the internet, and honestly, Brenda, no one wants to buy your stupid leggings.
So, Cara ditched all social media for a while. And then she found Tik Tok. And in Tik Tok she figured out something about herself, something she had never considered because she came of age in the 90's when any sort of dialogue about queerness was simply not done.
Cara never thought she was attracted to women because she didn't find her friends attractive. To Cara, her best friends, including her very openly gay best friend, Angie, were the most beautiful and incredible people in the world. If she wasn't attracted to them, then obviously she couldn't be attracted to women.
Wrong. So, so wrong.
The videos of beautiful women in suits with slicked back hair and tattoos and the delicate ones in lace with cute glasses and shag haircuts. Cara watched the sexy videos, the empowering beautiful women embracing themselves, showing off all that power and her pussy throbbed with excitement.
"I am attracted to women." She grinned, her smile wicked and sexy. "And I'm going to do something about it."
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That something was to tell Angie. Who, in the most Angie way possible, high-fived her, hugged her, squealed something about, "best day ever!" and then brought her to a party the following Friday night.
A party wasn't Cara's usual choice of places to go, but these were Angie's friends, most of whom she knew and the ones she didn't she would be comfortable around.
"And Leigh's going to be there." Angie parked in front of a bungalow on a quiet suburban street.
"What does that mean?"
"Leigh's your type. And Leigh love, love, loves baby gays. Especially horny baby gays."
"I'm not a horny baby gay," Cara sputtered.
"You fuck your next-door neighbor at least once a week. You're horny. You want to fuck a woman. You're gay. "Angie ticked off on her fingers. "You're new to embracing what you've always known. Baby. Leigh isn't a predator, though, so don't worry about that. Just, if you want to do anything, and you want to have fun, trust me, Leigh's your person."
Leigh was not there when they arrived, which Cara's introverted mind was ok with, while Cara's extroverted pussy, was less than thrilled.
There were twenty or so people hanging out, some couples, some single. Angie introduced Cara to everyone, and they sat at the table, talking and playing cards.
Later in the evening, another group joined them, and Cara met Leigh.
Leigh leaned in over the table, eyes dropping to the cleavage spilling out the top of Cara's top and shook Cara's hand. Leigh's grip was firm and smooth. And when their gaze drifted up to Cara's, Leigh winked at her. "Nice to meet you, Cara."
Leigh walked away to talk to the hosts and Angie grinned. "That was hot."
A group of people headed outside to smoke some flower. Angie sent Cara off on her own, happily sipping at her wine and debating Marvel versus DC with a fellow comic book geek. Cara joined the group -- and Leigh -- in Dell's garage. Dell, their host, pulled out a joint and passed it around the group.
Somehow Cara ended up next to Leigh and when Leigh passed her the joint, Cara couldn't help but notice the tattoo along Leigh's collarbone, dipping into their shirt, and wonder what it was, how far it went, and what Leigh's nipples would taste like.
She jerked her eyes up and caught Leigh's own heated gaze. Cara took the joint, fingertips grazing Leigh's, the spark of heat making her pussy pulse.
"Hmmm," Leigh hummed, letting go of the joint. Cara recognized the flare of lust that matched her own. "Cara, right?"
"Yeah. I'm friends with Angie."
"Oh, right. Angie's told me about you. Surprised I haven't seen you around."
Cara shrugged. "I've been hiding out since my divorce."
"Ugh, I'm sorry. That sucks."
"Honestly, I'm happier without him. And I'm starting to realize, a little late in life, that there's a lot more out there in the world than I knew about it. I'm sad I missed it."