Her Epiphany

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I’m Victoria, but my close friends call me Tori. After work Friday night, walking from my car to meet my girlfriend at the night club which she had recommended, I was late. I should have skipped those last minute errands to get coffee, bagels, and cream cheese for my usual lazy Saturday morning breakfast alone. Penny expected to meet me outside of the club at eight o’clock, but it was almost eight-thirty as I arrived. I looked all around for her, but there was no sign of her anywhere. I hated ending up all alone. I had worked with her for over two years. Penny was twenty-seven, single, fun, and very sensual. Everybody knew her. She seemed to be always chatting to me about other women. She pointed out their hair, their eyes, their lips, their breasts, their nails, their tushies, their legs, and their heels whenever we went shopping together, and even sometimes at the office. When I would point out a few of the guys which I thought were hot, she always replied, “Meh!” So instead, wanting her approving feedback, I started pointing out to her girls which I thought she might like; eventually looking for them constantly and enjoying it too. Facebook was my favorite pastime at home, until Penny told me of a few web-sites that she liked which were filled with erotic stories, some bi but mostly lesbian. Since then, I had been reading lots of those stories, almost obsessively. Often as I read, I ‘jilled’ myself, imagining being one of the characters. I loved the emotional passion of the lesbian stories; daydreaming what it might be like to please another woman; learning what, where, when, and how to pleasure her. I was especially intrigued by stories of an inexperienced girl meeting for the first time, perhaps at a party or at a work place, a confidant lady who just seemed to have a sense of presence about her; a lady who instinctively influenced others with just a gesture, or a look, or a suggestion; a lady who could seduce whomever she wanted, whenever kaçak iddaa she wanted, with just a smile. But, I hadn’t even kissed another woman. Where have all these new feelings and desires come from? Was it Penny’s fault? I too now loved looking at other girls. Was I turning bi? Or have I unknowingly always been so? Who am I, anyway? Oh god! So there I was standing outside the night club at the end of the queue, hating the feeling of being on display. Wondering if Penny was already inside, or whether I must stay outside and wait longer for her. Wearing a short skater dress, I started to shiver in the cold evening air. I wrapped my short coat more tightly around my waist. I was thinking of leaving. Twisting around, looking behind just once more to see if Penny was yet still coming, I looked down into the most amazing bright blue eyes smiling up at me. I smiled back at her. I would have pointed her out to Penny, had she been there. Even wearing three inch heels she was still shorter than me, with a delicate little smile, long blonde curly hair, and those beautiful blue eyes piercing up at me. Blushing, I turned away to look at my watch. As I did, I felt her warm small hand running up the outside of my leg lifting my dress. Instinctively, I slapped her hand away, turning back towards her and glared, “Do you mind!” Miffed at being felt up, I asked sarcastically, “Is there something you want?” She looked up at me, her smile never dimming, leaned closer to me and softly said, “I was just wanting to know if you were wearing stockings, too. I’m pleased to see that you are. I’m Jayne.” She held out her hand, the hand that had been feeling my thigh. Yet, I took it. She squeezed mine and held on a bit too long. I loved the warmth of her hand. “I’m Victoria,” I said. “So Victoria, let’s leave this busy place together,” she suggested. “There is another wonderful club, that’s often not so busy, down the street.” Her eyes widened so beautifully that I just had to kaçak bahis smile at her. “I have a friend inside here. At least I think I do,” I declined. “Well, I bet she’s busy or has moved on without you. I wouldn’t have, though.” She beamed up at me. “I could be a wonderful friend to you tonight.” I smiled, looked in her eyes saying, “But I don’t know you at all, and it would be nice to at least know something about you.” “OK,” she said smilingly and held out her hand again. “I’m Jayne and you’re my new girlfriend, Tori.” “No,” I interrupted her, “I’m Victoria.” “Not to me! Victoria seems too formal to me, and besides you look like a Tori.” I shook my head, but smiled. I already liked her aura of self-assurance. I was a little pissed at Penny for not waiting for me, and was cold and hated waiting. Jayne’s idea seemed reasonable. “So, this club of yours,” I asked, “is it far?” “Just a few blocks down,” and she pointing in the direction. Exclaiming, “Let’s go, Tori!” she grabbed my hand and insistently began walking, taking me along in tow. We chatted as we walked for several blocks, into an area unfamiliar to me. “I could have brought my car, Jayne,” I said. “Walking is so much more refreshing. Don’t you think?” she asked. “And I love the breeze blowing up my skirt. Don’t you?” She looked up at me with a sly grin. “Yes, very refreshing,” I murmured. Jayne slowed and stopped. “We’re here,” she declared, smilingly. There was no queue here so looking down at her I asked, “Are they even open?” Then, I looked up at the partly-lit neon sign flashing ‘PUSSY WILL’ on and off in a lovely bright pink. Puzzled, I looked at her, asking, “Jayne, what is this place?” “It’s called The Pussy Willow,” she said calmly. “But, what kind of place is this?” I wanted a response before we continued, but she just opened the door, towing me inside behind her. My heel caught in the threshold of the doorway and I stumbled forward. Jayne turned to catch me. My right hand fell illegal bahis onto her neck, and my left onto her waist, as my face dove into her cleavage. Jayne started to giggle. Totally frustrated by the evening, I yelled, “Fuck Me!” without thinking of where I was. Trying to regain my balance, I looked around and saw the bartender looking at me. She smiled and winked at me. Fixing my hair and regaining some bit of composure, I smiled back and tried to act as if nothing was the matter. Jayne piped up to the bartender, “Hi, Barb. This is my new girl, Tori.” I rolled my eyes in disbelief. Barb blew me a kiss with her lips, winked, and seemingly undressed me with her eyes as we passed by. I looked around the dark, loud club and saw only women. I bit my lip. “Jayne! Wait. Please, what is this place?” Finally she acknowledged, “It’s a ladies’ club where I meet many friends.” She walked to a booth and took off her coat. I removed mine too. She took both and tossed them aside filling one side of the booth. She was wearing a partially buttoned gray blouse, just sheer enough to reveal her true-blonde pale areolas encircling her awakening nipples, a short black leather skirt exposing the lace tops of her gray-tone stockings, and of course those black heels. She caught me looking at her breasts, and smiled. Blushing at being caught, I turned and slid far into the booth, still biting my lip. She sat beside me. “Let’s have a drink!” she declared, and waved her hand to summon our waitress. Our waitress came over and quickly kissed Jayne on the cheek and smiled, “Where have you been, Love? We’ve missed seeing you.” “I’ve missed you as well, Love.” Jayne kissed her on the lips. I continued to bite my lip. She introduced me. “Cindy, this is my Tori.” Speechless, I smiled and waved my hand in greeting. Jayne ordered both of our drinks, not asking me what I might like. I raised an eyebrow but sat quietly beside her, trapped in the booth, looking over at her. She smiled at me again softly saying, “You do know that you’re fucking gorgeous, don’t you?” She took my face in her palms and pulled it down close to hers, looked in my eyes, then so softly kissed me on the lips.

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