Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Danielle


It was the usual Friday at work. Danielle would ask me out and I would have to turn her down. Ever since I started employment at the office, she was trying to get me out on a date. We had hit it off immediately and remained close, even after she told me she was gay. I didn't care. I liked her as a person and she wasn't at all how I had pictured gay girls would look like. She was tall, slim and had long dark hair down past her waist. Although she was aggressive, she was still very feminine. Every time I turned down her request for a date, she would laugh and say maybe next time. It got to be a standing joke between us. I had never entertained the thought of being with another girl and since I was relatively new in town I had not had a chance to meet many people, I stayed home a lot at night. Occasionally I would treat myself to a dinner out, but I had to watch my money, so that didn't happen very often. We had gone out after work sometimes with a bunch of other girls but that was only for a couple of hours at a bar and then we went our separate ways, so it wasn't really a date.

Last Friday, I happened to mention that I had some extra money and I was going to treat myself to a dinner out. Catching me off guard, Danielle asked if she could tag along. She must have seen the look of panic on my face because she immediately told me as friends only and nothing else. She said I looked like I needed some company, it was not good to be alone all the time. I could not disagree with her. We decided to go to the little restaurant down the street. The food was supposed to be excellent and it was always busy. Well, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. She was excellent company. We laughed, joked and had a really good time together. The conversation was non-stop, we solved all the world's problems and I don't think there was anything we did not discuss. At the end of the night, we promised each other to do it again on a regular basis. We said good night to each other at the restaurant and went our separate ways. We had such a good time, that we went out together again on the Monday and Tuesday after work and as a result I blew my budget for the month. On Wednesday I had to decline, saying I did not have the finances to go out every night. The funny thing is, I felt sad because I could not go out with her. I really looked forward to spending time with her.

She was quickly becoming my very best friend that I had ever had. On Tuesday night, I even scared myself. I found myself looking at her and noticing how attractive she was. I could see why girls would want to be with her and I found myself wondering what it would be like to be with her sexually. I shook my head to get the thoughts out of my mind. I did not want to ruin the friendship by wondering what it would be like to sleep with her. Thursday I waited for her to mention about going out after work and even though I couldn't go, I still wanted her to ask. She never did. Friday passed so slowly, I waited all day for her to mention something about going out. I knew I couldn't afford it but I wanted to be asked anyway, just to show that she was still interested. After last coffee break, I had resigned myself to the fact that she was not going to ask me if I was going out. As I was tidying up my desk to leave, I heard Danielle's voice. Looking up, I realized she was talking to me. She asked if I would like to come to her place for dinner tonight around eight o'clock. That would give us time to go home and get freshened up. We didn't live that far away from each other, so it would not be an inconvenience to go home first. Without sounding too anxious I said okay, see you at eight.

I was so happy to have been invited over to Danielle's place, I could hardly wait. Once at home, panic set in. What should I wear? How should I act? What would I do if she made a pass at me? Even more importantly, would I accept? My stomach, as well as my mind was in turmoil. I decided to try and remain calm throughout the evening and just let things take their course. After I was showered and had fresh makeup applied, I dressed and was ready. Danielle's apartment was everything I had imagined it to be. She obviously made a very good living. She greeted me at the door with a big hug and led me into the apartment holding my hand. Candles were everywhere and soft music was playing on the stereo. Sarah McGlachan, I think. I instantly felt at home and relaxed. We sat on the couch and had a glass of wine while waiting for dinner. Danielle was a gracious host and when we got around to eating, the meal was excellent. Afterwards, we relaxed again in the living room, on the couch, sipping more wine and solving the world's problems. Time went by so quickly and soon it was time for me to go. Danielle did not mention anything about not asking me to go out after work those couple of days and I did not bring it up. It was a lovely evening and once again she held my hand as we walked to the door. As Danielle opened the door, I told her what a wonderful time I had and the meal was exquisite. I could not believe how quickly the time went by.

She said I was great company and taking both my hands in hers, she kissed me on the cheek. Nothing sexual or sensuous, just a kiss, but it sent shivers up my spine and before I knew it, we were saying good night, see you Monday and the door was closed. It was over so quickly. It seemed the evening was incomplete. Sadly I turned away from the door and went down the hall. Monday seemed so far away. Soaking in the tub at home, I could not believe the way I was feeling. Like a scorned lover, I wasn't, but that is how I felt. There was no other explanation. I shouldn't feel this way. I began to wonder what was wrong with me. Why didn't she make a pass at me? She joked about it all the time. Was I not good enough for her? Now I was getting angry and I had no real reason to. If she had made a pass at me, I probably would have been angry as well. It was a no win situation. I didn't think I was unattractive, at 5'8" and 132 pounds, I think I had a nice shape. My shoulder length auburn hair maybe should be restyled, but my 34B-26-35 body I considered not too bad. Raising a leg from the water, I checked its shape. I think my legs are my best feature. Why does no one want me? It had been so long since I was close to someone. So long since someone had touched me. As I lowered my leg back into the water my hands moved up to cup my breasts. I imagined it was Danielle touching me. I could feel my nipples begin to harden. Gently I blew on them, the cool air making them stick out even further. I gave them a little pinch. I closed my eyes and imagined. Imagined what it would be like to make love with Danielle or any woman for that matter.

I was getting that familiar feeling between my legs; it had been so long since I felt it. Slowly I trailed my hand down my body, down into my trimmed patch. Slowly I teased myself, letting my fingers dance over me, slipping in, then out. Quickly it came over me, like flocks of geese flying over head, overwhelming me. I squeezed my legs together, trapping my hand, holding it captive, telling it to stop but wanting more. As the spasms subsided, I felt guilt for what I was thinking and what I had done. At work, I found it hard to look at Danielle, so I avoided her whenever possible. Sometimes I could not and our conversation was awkward, on my part not hers. I could see the questioning in her eyes, wondering what was wrong. Eventually she cornered me and asked what was wrong. Had she offended me? I shook my head no. Realizing I couldn't tell her, she asked if we could get together later to resolve the situation. The earliest time would be Thursday evening at 8 p.m. I was to go to her place for dinner and there would be no interruptions. This would give me a few days to settle down and compose myself for the meeting. What do I tell her, that I was disappointed she did not try to seduce me? Once at home, I tried to relax and get ready to go to Danielle's.

After my bath and a shave, I spent a long time trying to decide what to wear. Finally I chose a black mini skirt, black flats and an off white sweater cardigan. Since my legs were still tanned from the summer, I decided not to wear nylons. Now, if she asked me what was bothering me, what do I tell her? The best thing to do would to be honest with her and if she had no interest in me, then I had to accept that and hopefully we could still be friends. Greeting me at the door of her apartment, Danielle took my hands in hers and gave me a kiss on both cheeks, then led me into the apartment. The atmosphere was the same. Lots of candles provided the subdued light and music played softly in the background. She poured us a glass of wine and said dinner would be a while yet. Returning to the couch, she sat beside me and we started small talk. I could tell that she wanted to know why I was acting the way I was but she did not mention it. As the conversation progressed, we both became more relaxed and the tension seemed to ease. Things were back the way they should be. We were laughing and joking with one another again. Danielle noticed my glass was empty and went to refill it for me. As she handed it to me, the touch of our hands sent a shiver through me. Standing before me, she asked me when we were going to go on a date, the standard joke between us, but she hadn't asked me this recently. This was my chance to let her know how I felt.

Looking up at her, I said, I thought we were on a date! There was silence and a slight smile came to her face. Sitting next to me and without saying a word, she raised her hand to my cheek and brushed my hair back over my ear. My knees got weak at her touch. For the first time, her lips touched mine. They were soft and silky. This was it, my first time being kissed by a woman. It was a gentle, light kiss. I savored the feel of her lips on mine before I responded to her, both of us becoming more passionate. Hers lips parted and her tongue tentatively searched my mouth, gently probing and tickling. There was no turning back now, our first intimate moment together. Breaking the kiss, Danielle sat back and as she looked into my eyes, she began to undo the buttons on my sweater. Even this simple act seemed erotic as I watched her. My nipples were hardening in anticipation, almost aching with desire. After removing my sweater, Danielle leaned in to kiss me again and at the same time reached behind me to undo my bra, letting it hang loose on my shoulders. She planted little kisses on my neck and ears, moving down to the tender spot where my neck joins my shoulder, lingering there, sending chills up my spine. I reached out to her and she told me to relax and enjoy what was about to happen. I leaned back against the couch and watched as she kissed a trail to the mounds of my breasts. Teasing me, she kissed and licked around my one nipple causing it to strain out like it was going to burst. I pushed my chest out to her, hoping to persuade her to take the nipple, but she still tormented me. Supporting my breast in her hand she finally touched it with her tongue.

I wanted her to devour it. Lightly grazing it, teasing me more, then she nipped it with her teeth. Pleasure and pain. I felt the familiar flutter down to my groin. Finally, sucking me into her mouth, almost pulling my whole breast in, I felt wonderful. I reached up and tightly held her head to my chest. I didn't want her to stop. As she sucked, she placed her hand on my leg and moved it to my inner thigh, her finger tips barely touching me as she moved up to the soft flesh there. Up under my skirt to my panties. They were soaking wet. Tracing me with her fingertips, she taunted me. I opened my legs, opening myself up to her, becoming vulnerable. Sliding her finger into the leg of the panty, Danielle found her mark. I held her tighter as she rubbed, then dipped her finger into me, shallow at first, then deeper. I was helpless; I could feel myself start to spasm. Suddenly she stopped and withdrew her hand from my panties. Raising her fingers to her mouth, she licked them one by one, removing my juices. I begged her to continue but she smiled wickedly and stood up in front of me. Slowly, seductively she removed her clothes until she was standing before me naked. The candle light danced across her satiny skin. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, barely covering her breasts.

They were beautiful and full; her nipples were standing proud, inviting me to suck on them. My eyes traveled down her body, as my hand absent-mindedly played with myself. Her tiny waist flared out to her hips, highlighting her neatly trimmed, barely there, pubic hair. I was in awe of her. I wanted her the same way she had me. Sitting again beside me, she cupped her breast offering me her nipple and I gladly took it into my mouth, circling it with my tongue and sucking. It seemed so natural. All too soon she pulled away from me, leaving me wanting more of her. Sliding off the couch to her knees, she kissed my tummy and then my thighs, once again tormenting me, making me want her. Danielle placed one of my legs over her shoulder and kissed my inner thigh, moving up slowly, tickling me with her tongue, and filling me with anticipation. Reaching out, I held the back of her head and guided it to me. I felt her probing and licking me, taking in my juice. The fluttering in my tummy soon became spasms and I pulled her head into me, grinding myself into her face. It was endless. Danielle continued until I could stand no more and I had to push her away. The sensations were so intense. Laying her head in my lap, no words were spoken as I quietly stroked her hair.

As my body began to recover, I told Danielle how I had been feeling and that was the reason for the way I had been acting. Lifting her head, she smiled at me and told me I was silly. Moving up to sit beside me on the couch, she explained that she had wanted to take me as a lover but we were such good friends she didn't want to ruin the relationship. Not until I made the comment about being on a date was she willing to take a chance and seduce me. Fortunately, it had worked out the way she wanted it to. Hearing this, I leaned forward and gave her a kiss, a passionate one. I wanted to make her feel the same as she had made me feel. Searching for her breasts as we kissed, I fondled them and teased the nipples. In no time they were hard and I bent my head to take them in my mouth, circling them with my tongue and nipping them with my teeth. It was now my turn to be the aggressor. I traced a path down her body, lightly over the soft flesh with my fingertips. She was still wet. I did her the way I like to be done and it seemed to be working.

I wanted to taste her, to love her with my mouth. I planted kisses down her body and I felt her tense, as she knew what was going to happen. Reaching my goal, I could smell her aroma. Slowly, I touched her with my tongue, licking up her juices and swallowing them, making them part of me. I probed with my tongue as her hair tickled my face. I savored this new experience. I enjoyed the feeling of power, the feeling of submission and the feeling of happiness I was experiencing. I used my tongue to arouse her clit, lightly touching it, rubbing it hard then putting my lips around it and sucking it into my mouth. I could sense Danielle's body begin to tense up and I concentrated on bringing her pleasure. Her body went into spasms and she squeezed my head with her thighs when she cried out as I lapped up her wetness. I could not believe I had actually done this to another woman. I was so excited I had brought pleasure to Danielle and I was looking forward to doing it again. Danielle, sensing my enthusiasm urged me to come up beside her and we cuddled on the couch, not saying anything for a while but just holding each other. I felt so comfortable lying like this in her arms. No matter how our relationship turned out, my life and changed forever and work would never be the same. When Danielle asked me for a date from now on, I knew what the answer would be.


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