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"Yeah, OK, why not?"
"Oh great! What's a good time for you?"
"Um, what about tonight?" I said.
"Um, OK, yes, I'm free tonight."
"How about 7 at the Red Oak?" I said. It was the only place I could think of.
"Yes, alright, that'd be fine. See you then."
Wow... I am about to go on a date with a woman – because surely that's what this must be. Why else would she have given me her number? A date with a woman. Me. My heart began to race. It was such an extraordinary thing for me to be doing, notwithstanding what Kelly and I had done together the other night. What would it be like to go on a date with a woman? I had no idea.
Worked dragged on well after 5pm. I would have like to have gone home and changed into something nicer for my 'date', but there was no time. No matter. Anyway, it was just a drink; two women meeting in a bar for a drink.
I arrived at the Red Oak on time, chuckling to myself about the fact that this was the second night in a row I'd been here. I scanned the room. There she was, sitting at one of the tables. Soon she saw me and waved. She'd obviously come straight from work, too; she was still in her jeans and Tee.
"Hi Anne, thanks for meeting up."
"No problem – it's just great to go for a drink after a hard day at the office. What are you having?"
"I've just ordered a carafe of white – you can join me with that if you like."
"OK, sounds good."
I sat down and got comfortable. I wasn't sure what to say. What does one say when you're a woman on a date with another woman for the first time? About half a minute passed without either of us saying anything. Then she spoke.
"I hope you don't think I was too forward in giving you my number – I mean, we don't know each other. I just liked your style, and I thought, well, why not, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
"I'll be upfront with you," she continued. "I'm bi, and I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. I enjoyed serving you very much, VERY much; and I thought, well, the vibe you were putting out, you know, in the change room?"
"Um, thanks," I said. "I wasn't aware of it, but I guess you could say I am a bit of an exhibitionist, although that's something I've only discovered fairly recently."
I felt strangely comfortable talking about my life like that after she had laid it out so bare like she had. She seemed very nice. Even so, I wasn't prepared to tell her I was bi – I mean, I didn't really even think of myself like that, even though I had had sex with Kelly. And I was looking at this girl and admiring her in more than just a friendly sense. Maybe I ought to face the fact – girl, you are bisexual.
We small talked about work for a while, but it was as though we were both skirting the issue. I decided to move it along. To be honest, I was keen to know more about what she meant by 'exhibitionist'.
"Sarah, tell me about your, um, exhibitionist, er, I mean exhibitionism."
She smiled as I stumbled over the words.
"Well, I like being looked at. I REALLY like it. I didn't use to – I am really quite shy; I had a fairly strict church upbringing and I guess I was a bit repressed when I was younger, but in my late teens I used to notice how guys would look at me, at my body. Even the local preacher used to. I used to tell myself it was only my dirty mind, but it wasn't. They would look at me like they wanted to see me naked, and secretly I liked it.
"But about six months ago something happened."
"What?" I asked.
"Well, I saw this ad asking for young girls to pose for a photographer. I don't even know why I looked at it. Anyway, this guy was offering money, and I'm always short of cash, because the clothes shop job is only part time and I'm a student. I thought about it, I thought about how it would be easy money, but also that it might be fun. It wasn't something I'd ever thought of doing before, but over the next few days I just kept thinking about it and thinking about it, and in the end I just kind of dared myself to do it."
"So, what happened?"
"I met him at his apartment, and I did it. He took naked photographs of me."
"Wow... But weren't you worried about what he'll do with them – what if he put them on the internet?"
"He told me he wouldn't, unless I wanted him to. I took him at his word - he was sweet, not a creep at all. And I really did enjoy it. I loved the effect it had on him to see me naked – he made me feel beautiful and sexy. And he wasn't a sleazebag about it at all; he was actually really nice. It was surprising; I felt so... so sensual. I liked it so much I went back and did it again – and the second time was much steamier!
"And with the internet thing - the funny thing with that is that now I'm putting the pics on the internet myself!"
"Really?"
"Yeah. I blurred my face so you can't recognize me, and posted them on one of those amateur picture sites. Anne, you wouldn't believe what a turn on it is to know that thousands of men all over the world were looking at my body lusting over me, you know – and they post comments, too!"
"What do they say?"
"All sorts of things. Some just say something like I'm the hottest babe on the site, others – many – ask to send more pics that show my face. Others want to see pics of me blowing a guy. Hey, I hope this isn't shocking you."
"No, it's OK. It's pretty wild, though."
"Yeah. It might sound silly, but it's kind of opened up a whole new world for me. Not the internet thing, although I'm going to post some more pictures soon – it's quite addictive! But it's just how I feel about myself. I guess it's like I don't feel threatened when guys look at me now. I feel more in myself, bolder, strong. It's like giving you my number. I mean, I've been bi for a long time, and been OK about it, but before there's no way I would have given a complete stranger my number like that. But now I take chances like that. And taking that chance worked, because you agreed to come out with me."
"Hey Sarah, you'll never guess why I was in your shop buying that bikini."
I told her the story of Roger's buck's night. Her eyes lit up – especially when I told her about showing off to him in the back seat of his car.
"Ooh, that's... so out there! And you're going to be a hostess at a boy's night! I would never have thought of doing something like that. And you're going to wear the bikini with black boots?"
"Yeah, I think so!" I said. "Do you think I'll make an impression dressed like that?"
"Oh yeah. I'd like to see you dressed like that. You'd look very hot."
She meant it too – there was a faint but unmistakable look of desire in her eyes. It thrilled me inside to see her looking at me like that. She wanted me.
"Hey Anne," she said, with an excited look in her eyes. "Do you think I could join you on Saturday night? You know, make it two drinks girls?"
I paused for a few seconds, thinking of what to say. Then she cut back in.
"Look, sorry there," Sarah said, "that was a bit forward – we've only just met. But I'd love to do it, love to do it with you."
"Oh, why not?" I said. "Sure, let's do it together!"
"Great!" she said. "What shall I wear – should I wear the same as you?"
"I don't think it matters, just as long as it's sexy," I said.
"Oh, don't worry about that – I know how to look sexy!"
We both laughed. I took another sip of wine and realized I was starting to get a little tipsy. It was getting late, and it was a week night. I suggested that we ought to hit the road. We walked out of the bar together. I felt like holding her hand but couldn't bring myself to do it. My car was just down the street.
"How you getting home, Sarah?"
"Bus, I think."
I asked her where she lived. Her apartment wasn't far from mine, so I offered her a lift. She stretched back into the leather seats and started a gentle groove to the music on my MP3 player. She looked great doing that; Sarah had a lovely fluidity to her body. Soon we were at her apartment building.
"Coming up for a coffee?" she asked. God, how many times had guys asked me up for a 'coffee' before? It was code word for something else. And, I remembered, it was also exactly what I'd said to Kelly after Jem's function the other night, although I hadn't meant it that way then. Well... I looked across at Sarah's sweet smiling face, her taut little boobs and flat stomach. Oh yes, of course I wanted to come up for a coffee...
Her apartment was near the top of the building – quite a flight of stairs. As I walked behind her, watching her tight butt in those low rider jeans swaying gently, seductively from side to side as she walked, it occurred to me that she'd get as fit as she was just by running up and down these stairs for every day.
"God Sarah, you need an elevator here," I said.
"Yeah, but you get used to it after a while."
Eventually we arrived at her apartment. I followed her inside. There was a young guy there sitting on a sofa watching TV.
'Hi Sarah," he said.
"Hi Gary. Anne, this is Gary, my roommate."
We exchanged hellos and Sarah and I went into the kitchen. I was a little put off by the fact that she had a male roommate there – God, he would know! She made us coffees and we stood in the kitchen chatting.
"Hey," she said, "come and I'll show you something."
She led me into another room. Her bedroom. There was a computer near the window.
"Here, I'll show you my shots on the website."
She got the page up and stepped back behind me, so that I could get a closer look.
"Scroll down. What do you think?"
The pictures looked fantastic. Very artistic portrait stuff, some black and white. She looked so sexy, like a Goddess.
"You look great," I said. "Very hot."
I had sat myself in the chair and she was leaning over my shoulder now. She placed her hands on my shoulders. I could feel her warm breath around the back of my neck.
"Yeah, the photographer did a great job – I can hardly recognize myself!"
Then I sensed she had moved in closer. Her hands slid down my shoulders and around my waist as we both looked at the naked images of her on the screen.
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