Allyson hesitated before responding, taking another sip of wine.
“Yes, it was a woman. Her name was Nicole. How did you know?”
“You were very careful not to place a gender when talking about them. That, and intuition on my part.”
“Very astute of you. Does it bother you that I had an ongoing, public relationship with a woman?”
“No, not at all,” I replied reassuringly. That helped explain a lot though: why Allyson was so comfortable with me, maybe why Jenna was so open to my advances, and open to seducing Emily.
“If you must know, I consider myself a lesbian now. I’ve tried men and have no desire to go back. Not that I’ve had a lot of experience with women, but enough to know I never need to feel scratchy whiskers again.”
Allyson chuckled at that comment and I laughed with her.
“I’m not trying to put a label on anyone and I’m not one to judge anyone’s sexual preference. I believe you take pleasure as you desire. For what it’s worth, after my divorce I’ve had no desire to be with another man, and I haven’t. I’ve had past experiences with women, and have recently rediscovered how much I love a feminine touch, so if that makes me a lesbian, I’ll wear that label.”
Allyson smiled warmly and raised her glass to me with a fire burning in her eyes.
“Here’s to a soft, feminine touch.”
We toasted again and emptied our glasses. I was light-headed, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the wine or the thrilling rush of passion swelling inside me. Allyson took my glass and placed both glasses on the table in front of us. She turned back to me and leaned in. The world stood still as she closed the gap between us, and just before our lips touched, I saw her close her eyes. When her soft, pillowy lips settled onto my mouth my first thought was that this seemed so natural. A wave of pleasure engulfed me as we kissed for the first time and I was overwhelmed with arousal.
Allyson was an expert kisser and her velvet lips were imminently kissable, so sensual and soft. When I felt her lips part slightly and her tongue flitter along my lips I immediately opened my lips to allow her entry. When our tongues touched for the first time it was like fireworks going off in my body. My thong was absolutely saturated as more juices leaked from my fevered pussy. Our tongues moved languidly in one another’s mouths, nothing hurried or rushed, but our lustful hunger growing. I felt Allyson’s left hand slide behind my head, gently sliding through my hair as she held me to her softly. At the same time, her right hand began caressing my thigh, her touch giving me goosebumps. I moved my left hand to Allyson’s soft thigh, reveling in the feel of her smooth skin as my fingers caressed her. I resisted the urge to plunge my hand up her dress, instead stroking the exposed flesh.
Our soft moans were muffled in each other’s mouths as our kiss lingered and our tongues danced together. Our kiss gradually evolved from soft and sensual to passionate and sloppy. My breathing was ragged as my excitement built. When I felt Allyson pulling back slightly my mouth tried to follow, but Allyson continued moving back, breaking our kiss. We looked at each other, wild with desire. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest as Allyson’s hand slid from the back of my head to my cheek, touching me lightly as we looked at each other longingly.