Liane got a bottle of white wine from the fridge, and opened it, pouring us each a glass.
“Why, Kate,” she said jokingly, “are you flirting with me?”
It made me wonder if she was flirting back. Which would be kind of fun, I thought.
I decided to be blunt, and see where it led. “I don’t discriminate based on gender,” I replied truthfully, looking at her sideways. “I know you don’t swing that way, but yes, I find you very attractive.” I actually had no idea if she was into women at all, but Matt had never implied anything remotely like that when he’d talked about her, and I thought it was better to play it safe.
I could see her cheeks colour slightly, and she looked down at the counter briefly, as she chopped, then back at me. “I find you attractive, too,” she said. She paused for a moment and continued hesitantly, “I admit…I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with another woman.”
“So, you’ve never experimented…?” I asked. “Even when you were younger?”
“No,” she admitted. “Have you?”
“I have,” I told her, “though not often.” Well, twice, if you count some drunken fumbling with a girl friend in University and a three-some with an ex-boyfriend and a female friend of his. He and I had stayed friends, and sometimes friends-with-benefits, and this had just been an extra benefit one time.
I picked up my glass of wine and passed her the other glass, silently wondering if I could get her drunk and seduce her. “Cheers,” I said. We each took a sip. Probably not, I reconsidered. She seemed way too straight-laced for that.
“Well, hey,” I told her, not really expecting her to take me seriously, “if you’re game while I’m here, I’d be up for helping you expand your horizons.” I held my breath, not sure what she would say and hoping I had not just made the entire rest of the weekend incredibly awkward.
“I’m married, though…” she said, frowning slightly. This, I could work with, I thought.
“True enough,” I began, thinking of what rationalisation would work with her, “though men often have a funny way of looking at sex between two women.” I tried to gauge her reaction out of the corner of my eye. “They don’t tend to see it as cheating. Particularly not if they get to watch.” And I laughed. “Isn’t that every man’s fantasy? Two women together?”
She smiled too and looked thoughtful. “Yeah, I know that’s a turn-on for Matt,” she said. Yes, I thought to myself. I know it’s a turn on for him, since he’d alluded to it before, and because he’s a fairly typical heterosexual male.
I was starting to get aroused, thinking about it, and I found myself really hoping she’d be willing. It had been weeks since I’d had sex, and I’d left all my toys at home for the week. I took another sip of wine. “It actually might be fun to tease him with the idea, don’t you think? Make him wonder how serious we are?”
She opened a drawer and got out 3 sets of cutlery. As she turned towards the table, I saw her smile again, with a hint of a naughty sparkle in her eyes. Maybe there was more evil to her than I’d realised. She turned back to me and said, “I think that would be fun.” She was quiet for a moment and said, “Though, I admit, I’m sort of nervous — I’ve never even kissed a woman. I’m not sure how I’d feel about it.”