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We spent the rest of the morning together. She told me about a boyfriend she had lived with after college. Like me, she had gotten her degree in Business, and was also a purchasing agent. But where I was just another low cog in the machine of a large department store chain, she was a senior agent for a smaller local chain. The smaller chain made for a smaller salary, but the higher position made up for that. "The pay is not great for my responsibility, but if I ever do move on, it will go a long ways in getting me a better one later on" she told me.
I said that I was more then a little jealous. I had been at my company for the same amount of time she had, but she had actually moved up farther. I jokingly asked if they had any openings, and she told me that they had. "We are going to start a new chain of stores selling swimwear and lingerie, and need another person to take charge of the new division."
I grew silent at that, and looked at her closely. "Maria, is this an attempt to seduce me into taking that position?" I asked, smiling to show that I was joking. But she looked away, and asked what I meant.
I looked at her, and felt warmer. "I mean, showing me your place, and how nice it is. Telling me about the potential for a better position later on, and the like. Are you trying to seduce me into this job, and work under you?"
Then I realized the words I had used, and the possible double meanings behind them. She giggled at that, and said "No, you would not be working under me, unless you wanted to." She gave me a naughty wink, and we started laughing again. But I could tell that there was something else there. I felt things I had not felt in a long time, and silently warned myself that I had to be careful, or this might get out of control.
We somehow decided that I would stay the rest of the convention with her. After lunch, we walked to the border to take my car back to the rental agency and get my things. My boss would love my saving him money on a hotel room, and my pocketbook would love my saving money on the car. Since the hotel was a block away from the convention, my boss did not want to pay for a car for me. That was an expense coming out of my own pocket.
She told me as we walked that normally she rode her bike to her car, or took a taxi if it was raining. It was a nice 20 minute walk however, and we did some window shopping on the way. Once there, I followed her to the rental agency, and we both took her car to my hotel to get my things and check out.
As we were getting my things, I excused myself to go into the bathroom to change clothes. I was still in my dress from the night before, and I definitely needed to change my underwear. I put on a floral sundress, and a lightweight panty and bra set. When I came out, she whistled and said "Girlfriend, you are going to rock the town in that outfit." We laughed, she helped me carry my things downstairs and place them in the boot of her car. It was a 1990 VW beetle. I was surprised when she told me the year, and she explained that down in Mexico, they still made the old "bug".
"And since I live in the border zone, I can bring it up as often as I want, and do not have to worry about many of the smog laws. But I did have the frame strengthened and safety glass put in to help in case of an accident."
We stopped at a grocery store to get a few things, then drove to the border. We drove across the border, and I whistled at the long line of cars on the north bound side of the border. "Sunday is the worst, people heading back north after a weekend down here. Tomorrow morning will not be as bad, maybe a 20 minute wait to cross."
We had a dinner of salad (after all, I may be in my early thirties, but still need to watch my weight) and decided to go out again. I got out my tightest black skirt and blouse, as she laid on the bed to get into a pair of jeans so tight, they looked painted on.
We went out, and after walking back to Revolution Avenue, she asked me to pick the first stop of the night. I saw a club that had interested me the night before, and she agreed. Once inside, it seemed that every unattached male eye (and some that were not unattached) was on us. Where I am tall and slender, she is short and rounded in the right places.
The tight white jeans went well with her bare midriff top. Her round breasts made sure that the hem of the top did not touch her belly, where my mid-thigh skirt showed my legs to their full potential. We looked as opposite as night and day, but it did not keep the guys away.
We quickly found ourselves with Paul and Sean, the brothers we had danced with the night before. We paired off again, and had several drinks, and quite a few dances. I was enjoying the attention, feeling Paul's large hands cupping my bottom as we danced. During the slow dances, we would press our bodies fully against each other, and I could feel him swelling against my groin. This caused me to dance with my legs a little farther apart then normal, so I could enjoy the feeling of it pressing against my groin.
During a bathroom break, Maria whispered to me that she could feel Sean against her belly also. We giggled and talked as we went about the business of peeing and fixing our makeup. I noticed that she was wearing the necklace I had given her the night before, and I reached out to fix it because the clasp was visible in front.
When my fingers brushed her neck, she closed her eyes and smiled ad I lifted her long hair to place it behind her neck. "Thanks" she softly whispered, and lightly touched the back of my hand before we went back out.
We sat back with Paul and Sean, and had another round of drinks. I felt Paul's hand on my thigh, and smiled at Maria and motioned down with my eyes. His hand was slowly moving up and down my leg, slowly moving to the inside of my thigh. I placed my hand over his, and held his hand, to keep it from going to far.
I saw Maria take Sean's hand (which looked like it had been doing the same thing to her leg) and hold it on top of the table. Maria and I looked at each other, and in the silent language that all us women seem to know, communicated to each other that we would be going no further with these two guys, at least not that night.
We went back to the floor, and I Quietly whispered to Paul how much I was enjoying his company, but I was not looking for anything more then just some good times. He agreed, and I had to quickly correct his thinking, that the good times did not include sex with him. He smiled, and kissed my cheek, saying "That's ok, I will just enjoy our time together then."
2 dances later, Maria and Sean were dancing next to us, and Paul suggested changing partners. The same wicked grin, and Maria and I again melted into each other's arms to start a tight slow dance. But happily, Sean and Paul did not get upset. They both laughed, and started to dance together next to us. As the four of us laughed and danced, I realized I had not been this happy in a long time.
Paul reached down to grasp his brother's butt, and Sean did the same to Paul. This caused Maria and I to do the same thing. I was amazed at how good it felt to dance with her like that. And I could feel her larger breasts pressing against my body, right below my smaller ones.
Several other couples started hooting and hollering at us, clapping at the show the four of us were doing. We all hammed it up, grinding against our partners and writhing in mock ecstasy. At the end of the dance, Sean grabbed Paul's face, and seemed to give him a big kiss to the loud laughter of the crowd. But it was obvious that they did not really kiss, there mouths about 1/4 of an inch apart.
Maria and I decided to do the same, and I held her cheeks to give her a mock kiss. But either I miscalculated, or she decided something else (she still denies to this day that she did). Instead of kissing air, I found myself kissing her soft lips.
My eyes opened, but quickly shut as we stiffened against each other, then just relaxed and shared one of the most tender kisses I have ever experienced. I barely heard the hoots and laughter behind us, our mouths tenderly kissing as my hands held her cheeks. We finally broke apart, and returned to our table with applause ringing throughout the disco. Paul and Sean joined us there, and we finished off the pitcher of margaritas, then decided to go home.
Since we both had to get up early the next morning, we told the guys goodbye, but we did get their phone number. They lived in National City, between San Diego and Tijuana. Another long kiss was exchanged between us and our "boyfriends", and we headed back to Maria's house.
While we walked, we giggled, and talked about the evening that was now ending. We talked about many things, but totally avoided the kiss.
Once in her house, we decided to have a few more glasses of wine before turning in. She changed into her "Naked Co-Ed" t-shirt again, and I put on a long blue nightshirt that I usually wear during hot weather. As I came back into the living room, she was massaging her calves, obviously working out a cramp.
I sat next to her, taking over and working on the hard knots of muscles. Both of us being former jocks, we knew how to best get rid of sore muscles and joints. Maria laid back and sighed happily, whispering her thanks as her muscles relaxed under my experienced hands.
"You know, I would want you to take this job, just so I can count on getting one of these massages" she joked, and I giggled.
"Trying to seduce me again, are you?" I said, giving her a saucy wink. She laughed, and responded "I thought you were trying to do that to me earlier this evening."
A long pause followed. We looked into each other's eyes, then took a sip from our wine glasses. I felt those flutterings in my belly again, and was unsure of what to say or do.
Maria gave a soft sigh, and moved her legs from my lap, and sat with her back against the table. "Patty, I need to tell you something, and I do not know where to begin, or how you will take it."
"Well, just say it. I promise not to get mad or upset."
A long pause followed, and she softly said "I have to admit, the last 2 days, I have gotten very attached to you. No, maybe attached is not the word, maybe it is attracted."
My heart rate picked up, and I listened to her continue. "What I mean is, I made the statement about the job, because I can tell that you care about your work, and I am sure you could do a good job. I mean, I have seen your taste in clothes, underwear, and now nightgowns. If that is any indication of how you would do the purchasing for our company, you would be a hit.
"But as we spent more time together, I started to find myself wanting you to take the job for other reasons. Oh shit, I am messing this all up." She then hung her head, and took a deep breath, letting it out in a long, shuddering sigh.
I placed my hand softly on the back of her hand, and softly whispered for her to continue, please.
"Well, maybe I should tell you something more about me, then you might fully understand. I am sure you already suspect this about me.
"You see, when I went to see 'The Twelfth Night', it was with a girlfriend. I do not mean a 'Girl Friend', two words. I mean a 'Girlfriend', one word."
"I see, so you're telling me that you're bisexual" I said, giving her hand a soft squeeze, so she would know I was not using that word as an accusation, but as a description.
"Yes. I'd be lying if I said I was not attracted to you from the moment I saw you again. But I pushed that aside, and I really do want to be your friend. The last 2 days, have been just great. I realized last night that when you said seduce, that that may really have been the word for what I was doing. It made me think, and I realized that I really was trying to seduce you. And I suddenly became afraid that if you saw that, you would not want to be my friend any more."
I took her in my arms, and stroked her hair. "Nonsense." I said, that one word saying everything. "Maria, I have to tell you something, and please hear me out, and do not read into it anything more then what I am saying.
"My last year in college, I started a 'relationship' with my roommate." She looked up at me, and could tell by the look on my face that it had not been a good thing.
"I actually thought that I might be falling in love with her. We were together for our first 3 years of college together, and were the best of friends. One night, we both got drunk. Somehow, we ended up in bed together, and had sex. I thought it was making love, but looking back, I can see that it was just sex.
"For the next 3 months, we were together constantly. We had sex most every night, took long showers together, and it seemed great. Then she started to get more and more remote. Then she finally told me that I was getting to 'clingy', her words, not mine.
She told me that our sex was great, but she was not looking for a long term relationship with another girl. Basically, she had been using me for sex, but tried to say it another way. I moved out the next week, and have not seen her since graduation. It hurt to much, thinking of how we would tell each other we loved each other, because I realized that I had meant it, and she had not.
"That was my only experience with another female, and I had told nobody about it other then you. Not even my husband knew about it. I met him shortly after I graduated, and got married a year later. She hurt me bad, and turned me off of sex and love for a long time. Strange as it is, I feel more used by her then any of my boyfriends. At least with them, I knew when they were using me for sex, and I would be doing the same thing. I just felt that she was different, and it all turned out to be a big lie."
We held each other tight, just sitting there in the middle of her living room, hugging each other. She then told me about her last girlfriend. She had been with 3 girls, and the last one was the one she saw the play with. Amber had been a tall slender girl, similar in build to me. But unlike me, had fiery red hair and green eyes. "A real Irish temper too" she said whimsically.
They met through a mutual friend, and then became lovers. After a year, she had come home to find Amber in bed with 2 guys, fucking in their bed. "She apologized, and promised not to do it again. But about 2 months later, I caught her at it again. I came home early, because I had a bad headache. I walked into the house, and walked back to the bedroom. She was in bed with the 18 year old daughter of our next door neighbor. I just stood there for like 10 minutes, listening to her whisper to the girl how much she loved her, and how she was the best lover she had ever had. The same things she had whispered to me 2 nights before.
"I just turned around and left, not saying a word. I stayed in a motel room, and ignored the pages she sent to me all night long. The next day, I left her voice mail on her pager, saying that I was taking a quick weekend trip to see some friends. I drove down to Mexico, and found this place on my second day. I rented it, and drove back up to get my things.
"When she saw me, she told me that she had been worried sick, but I just walked by her, and started to pack my things. It became an ugly scene, with her crying, and begging for forgiveness. She told me that she had been trying to stay true to me, but that the girl had seduced her. I told her that she could have said no, and just kept packing. Finally, she lost control and slapped me after I called her a slut. I just thanked her for giving me a real reason to leave, and left. I had a friend go back with me when she was at work to get the last of my things.
That was 2 years ago. I have dated a few guys since then, and had some good sex." She giggled at that, and I smiled, seeing her smile again. I held her had tight, understanding the pain she must have felt. "I swore to myself that I would never again allow myself to be attracted to another woman. And that had been true, until Friday. I do not know why, but I just knew that I wanted you to be my close friend." She looked deep into my eyes, then whispered "Or maybe something more."
I pulled her to me, and we shared a long, tight hug. It was not sexual in any way, just two women holding each other tight, after sharing their pain. The hug felt like it went on forever, but I am sure it was only 2 minutes or so.
After we broke apart, we still held each other loosely. The sexual tension in the room was so thick, I could feel it. "Maria, I do not know what will happen, but I think I should tell you this. If your company will hire me, I want to come down here and live with you, if you will let me. I do not know what will happen, but I am sure I feel the same way you do. If that is so, I think taking it slowly would be best however." I took a deep breath, and continued. "Even though I want nothing more then to take you to bed and make love to you all night long, I can think of 2 reasons not to. For one, going slow would be best, so we can get to know each other even better, if that is possible. That way, if it does grow into something like love, it will be stronger."
After a long pause, Maria looked up at me, and said "What is the second reason?"
I took on a serious look, and said "Why, because we both have to get up early tomorrow to return to the convention, of course."
We both broke up laughing, and held each other again. We finished off the bottle of wine, and went to bed.
Unlike the night before, we held each other tight as we relaxed. After a long cuddle, we shared a soft, tender kiss, then she rolled onto her side to go to sleep. I curled up behind her spoon fashion, and held her as we drifted off to sleep. The last thing I remember is her whispering "Tomorrow night, I get to cuddle you like this as we fall asleep".