I had been looking at the computer screen so intently that I didn't hear my husband enter the room and step up behind me. "Hey Honey, what are you looking at?"
I was totally mortified. My face was beet red as I frantically tried to erase the screen. I repeatedly clicked the "back" and "close" buttons but it was no use. The damned computer had chosen that moment to lock up. And, on the screen, was the photo of a semi-nude woman under the caption of "Women Seeking Women"!
I was furious; first, at my husband (unfairly), and then at myself, that I had been so stupid as to be caught looking at photos of other women. Gary, though, was totally unconcerned. "Hey, she's pretty hot."
I said nothing in reply even though I was a bit relieved that he didn't appear to be too shocked. OK, I have to admit that I had been more than a little curious about the subject of "women being with women" (nothing serious). However, some of the porno movies that Gary had brought home had featured some girl-on-girl scenes as part of the plot (if you can call it a plot!) and those scenes did arouse some curiosity in me. For the past few weeks I had looked at some of the "adult swap" web sites concentrating on the "Women Seeking Women" sections. Now, Gary had caught me dead to rights and I really didn't know what to say.
Gary was now looking at me expectantly; waiting for me to say something. There was nothing else to do except to "'fess up". I tried to be nonchalant. "I was just curious, that's all. It's no big deal. I was just messing around."
Gary just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, like you said, it's no big deal." However, Gary and I have been married a long time. Even though we're certainly not "old married folks", we do know each other very well and we do know when there's something on the other person's mind. We've always been totally honest with each other and this time wasn't going to be any different.
I leaned back in my chair, crossed my arms, and began to speak. "Look, since I saw some of the videos with two women together, I just became curious." It was my turn to shrug my shoulders, "I'm not about to go running out with other women. You know that."
Again, Gary smiled. For the next hour we talked about a number of things concerning our own sexuality and what it meant in our marriage. Nothing too heavy but it did clarify a few things for both of us. Finally, Gary looked back at the computer screen and then back to me.
"Look Honey, you do what you want to do. Whatever you do is fine with me as long as you don't sneak around. For right now, why don't we do this? Since you're just curious about the whole scene, why don't I take a picture of you and you can answer any of the ads that you want to? Your face won't be in the picture and since we've got call-blocking, no one will know who you are. What do you think?"
I thought about it and couldn't come up with any negatives about it. I nodded my head and we both went into the bedroom. There was no way that I was going to answer an ad with a photo of me totally naked. Instead, I picked out a white bikini and changed. Gary took five or six quick photos and uploaded them to our computer. We finally selected one in which my body was shown but my face was turned away from the camera.
For the next two hours I sat at the computer and reviewed the category that I was interested in. I looked only at women that seemed close to me in age and who were married. I finally selected seven or eight and gave a standard, rather generic, reply to all of them.
It didn't take long for the responses to come back. The very next day I had replies to all of my selections with accompanying phone numbers. I picked up my cell phone, took a deep breath, and began punching in numbers.
To put it mildly, the results were disappointing. There were a couple of numbers in which no one answered. Of those that did answer, one woman would not speak to me unless her husband talked to me first (to heck with that!), the next woman had an accent that distinctly sounded like "South Georgia trailer park" (along with the sounds of several children running around in the background), and the last woman had a voice that sounded like Lurch in "The Adams Family". I was beginning to get a bit discouraged.
However, "plowing ahead", I dialed the next number. This time, a bright, bubbly voice answered and when I identified myself (naturally, not giving my full name) the response was an "Oh gosh, I'm so glad you called!"
As we talked, I looked up at the computer screen at her photo. The photo was taken from a distance that made it impossible to tell much about her. In the photo she was wearing short shorts and a halter top. She was also wearing sun glasses and, of all things, a Stetson. I could see that she had short blonde hair and was very petite. However, the verbiage accompanying the photo was really what had caught my attention: "Married woman would like to meet the same. No rednecks please. If your husband is interested, that's fine but he can join in only after we've had our fun."
All in all, I couldn't tell much from the photo. Still, I couldn't help but be interested. She (her name was Karen) was obviously intelligent and very easy to talk to. Like me, she had been married for nearly ten years, had no children, and was a professional (physical therapist). We talked for the next hour as if we were old friends and I became very relaxed about the entire situation. Finally, Karen asked, "Uh, would you like to meet for a drink?"
There wasn't any hesitation on my part. We agreed to meet the next evening at a restaurant on the north side of Atlanta that had a small, quiet bar. I told Gary about it and showed him Karen's ad. Gary did a double take at the picture and what Karen had written. Now, HE was plainly interested. "Geez, she's really attractive, isn't she?"
I shrugged and nodded my head but I couldn't help thinking that his response wasn't totally what I had expected. It wasn't a bad response; I just wasn't expecting it. "Are you still OK with this?" I asked. Gary smiled back at me, "This might be interesting."
"That was an understatement", I thought to myself. But, according to plan, when I returned home the next day I quickly showered, changed, and drove over to our agreed upon meeting place. It took me only about 30 minutes to reach the place; pretty good by Atlanta standards. I went in the front door and turned left into the dimly lit bar. In the semi-darkness I couldn't make out anyone who fit Karen's description and began to think that she might have changed her mind. However, then, I heard a feminine voice, "Lisa?" I turned and there she was.
I was a bit surprised as she was even shorter than I am. I'm only about 5"2' but she was barely five feet tall. I introduced myself and she said, "I've got us a table in the corner so we can talk. Come on." I followed her between the other tables. It was dark but I could clearly make out her body as we went back to our table. Karen was wearing a white top and a denim skirt that was about mid-thigh in length. I couldn't help but notice that she had very muscular legs that flexed with each step she took in her high heels. Her butt was very small for a woman. I mean, I've always considered myself to be "soft in all the right places" but I'm like almost all other women in that my hips flare out a bit. Not Karen. Her body was very lean all over; very athletic.
When we began talking, my guesses about her were confirmed. She was indeed an athlete; in fact, she had gone through college on a four year swimming scholarship at an Atlantic Coast Conference (ACC) University that you would immediately recognize. She casually mentioned that she had done rather well and had even been invited to try out for the U.S. Olympic Team. I was thoroughly impressed and told her so. "Yeah." she said, "Only one thing kept me from making the Team."
"What was that?" I asked.
"I was too fucking slow." was her reply.
