"I can't," the pretty young brunette said softly to the tall short haired blonde woman standing beside her beside the bar. "I'm not into girls," she laughed nervously, " and besides that I'm married." She held up her left hand and showed Shelly a small diamond ring and matching wedding band. She was in her early twenties and was much too young, Shelly thought, to be married. The two women had been talking for nearly two hours and Shelly had bought three rounds of drinks for them both.
The hotel bar was filled mostly with women in town for a teacher's convention. Lisa, the pretty brunette was an elementary school teacher from a small town in Iowa but Shelly was a local. She had worked as a cop for the last fifteen years and was at the bar with a few friends celebrating her promotion to Detective III. She spotted the pretty young teacher sitting alone at the bar shortly after arriving. Her eyes had continued to flash in the brunette's direction and after getting caught looking for a third time she left her friends and joined the solo brunette at the end of the bar.
"I won't tell him if you don't," Shelly teased as she inched closer to her prey. She held eye contact and smiled unassumingly as she gauged the girl's reaction. Shelly had a type and the pretty brunette was it. She was decidedly femme and had the youthful innocence of the girl next door but there was a knowing spark of curiosity in the young woman's beautiful brown eyes; couple that with a pretty face, long silky brown hair, a tight compact body and magnificent perky tits and Shelly was spellbound. Married or not, Shelly knew the pretty young woman had a secret.
The brunette giggled nervously and flashed a perfect white smile. "You're bad," she said softly as she looked down at the floor. Lisa had known when she first saw Shelly that she was a lesbian. She was around 40 with a short butch haircut but she was not unattractive. Her face would have been almost beautiful with a little eye makeup and she had pretty blue eyes as well as a really nice smile. Shelly was almost 6' tall with a thick muscular body and she towered over the 5'3" teacher. Her breasts were big and, though she hid it behind men's jeans and a loose fitting polo shirt; she had a nice hourglass shape almost like a super sized version of the sexy redhead from Mad Men.
Shelly brushed a stray hair away from the brunette's cheek. She had played this game before and she knew when to push. The brunette was clearly intrigued and she was a long way from home in a town that she knew no one. "You're not into girls?" Shelly prodded skeptically.
"Nope, not really. Sorry," the brunette giggled again. She was trying to sound sure of herself but failing miserably.
"Come on Lisa," Shelly smiled questioningly as she pressed on, "have you ever thought about it?" She knew the honest answer to her question but would Lisa lie?
"Of course I have thought about it," Lisa answered honestly as she giggled again. "Every girl has." The nervous giggling might be annoying in some women but from Lisa it was adorable.
"Then why haven't you tried it," Shelly asked as she inched slightly closer to the pretty young woman. She could smell her perfume. It was light and airy and Shelly liked it. She liked it a lot.
"Uh, I dunno, never really thought about it," the brunette stammered. "And I never really had the opportunity," she lied. Her mind flashed back to her sophomore year at NYU. Her roommate Pamela was in the midst of her experimental phase and made several drunken passes at her. Pamela was obviously much younger than Shelly, but she was tomboyish with a strong muscular body from a lifetime playing field hockey and she too had pretty blue eyes. Lisa laughed off Pamela's advances at the time but they had stuck with her. In the years since college she sometimes found herself alone on the computer when her husband, Brian, was out of town. She would watch girl/girl movies on various websites. They always made her wet but most of the girls were plastic and you could tell that they were faking it. When left to her own imagination, Lisa's fantasies revolved around real women, real women who looked like Shelly or Pamela. Strong, confident and, yes, butch women were what Lisa was drawn to and standing in front of her was the chance to fulfill her deepest fantasy.
"Well now you have the opportunity," Shelly said reading the young woman's mind. She grazed the back of her hand across the Lisa's cheek. The big butch's gentle touch sent shivers through Lisa's petite body.
Lisa closed her eyes and sighed softly, "I shouldn't," she stammered nervously. She felt her heart racing and she hoped Shelly couldn't hear it.
"But you want to," Shelly said playfully. She knew she was close.
Lisa looked down at the floor as her cheeks flushed crimson red. She could feel the familiar squishy feeling between her legs and she was sure her thong was soaked. "No," she whispered. It was a lie and from her expression she knew Shelly saw right through it.
Shelly moved closer until Lisa's body was pinned between her and the bar. Her hand slipped around the pretty brunette's waist and she pulled her even closer as she slipped a denim covered thigh between the young woman's legs causing her skirt to ride up exposing the tops of her thigh-high stockings. "Come home with me," she whispered in the pretty brunette's ear. Her lips grazed the girl's earlobe and she heard Lisa let out a low moan. Shelly's free hand touched the girls stocking clad thigh and slowly moved upward.
Lisa felt a tremendous surge of wetness between her legs. "Oh god," she sighed. She wanted to run but her limbs felt heavy. Her body was trembling and she could feel the warmth of Shelly's breath in her ear. She was scared but too excited to move. She held her breath and bit her bottom lip as Shelly's fingers continued to draw a line up her thigh.
"Or we can go upstairs to your room," Shelly continued. Her leg moved higher between Lisa's thighs and she could feel an almost imperceptible movement of the teachers hips. Her fingers moved between them and touched the wet silk of the young woman's panties.
Lisa knew what she wanted but she was frightened. She had been raised in a religious family in a small town and homosexuality was taught to be wrong. That was why she had laughed off Pamela's advances in college and why she had married Brian when deep down she knew there was something missing.
Lisa moaned softly as Shelly's calloused finger touched the sopping fabric of her tiny thong. She shuddered unable to speak.
"You're wet," Shelly whispered as her tongue traced the outline of Lisa's ear.
"Uhh," Lisa squeaked. She could smell Shelly's warm sweet breath tickle her nostrils. She could feel the searing heat of Shelly's hand as it rested on the small of her back. She hesitated as she considered the ramifications of her decision. She was a thousand miles from home and she knew she would never get an opportunity like this back home or maybe ever again. "Yes," the pretty brunette finally answered meekly. "Upstairs."
They walked from the bar. Shelly's hand stayed on the young woman's back as they left together as a couple.
Lisa heart was pounding with excitement as they waited for the elevator. 'Oh god,' she thought as she felt the onset of a panic attack. 'How can I get out of this?' Her body was shaking. 'I can't do it.'
