Blind Date




Linda stared at her open closet like a deer caught in the
headlights of an approaching semi, sensing the impending doom but
so paralyzed with fear it couldn't move out of harm's way. She
lost track of just how long she'd been standing there in her bra
and panties, sighing in frustration, wondering what the hell she
was going to wear, while asking herself the same question over
and over again. How had she ever been talked into going on a
blind date?

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Linda thought about the
events of the last week. She figured if she retraced her steps
enough times she could pinpoint her exact moment of weakness, the
moment she had caved, the moment she had lost all common sense.
Most of the time she considered herself a reasonable, intelligent
woman. The people at the firm where she worked sure thought so.
But last week had seen a major lapse of judgment on her part, and
the trouble began when Jaqui, one of the investment associates,
began talking about her friend Alex. It had been a nonstop
barrage of Alex-this and Alex-that which started at lunch on
Monday and never let up.

Alex was new in town.

Alex was bright.

Alex had a great sense of humor.

Alex was single.

That last one came up a lot and Linda knew better than to take
the bait. Jaqui was notorious for trying to fix people up.
Everyone around the office called her The Matchmaker, like in
Fiddler on the Roof. Since she had been without a man in her life
for a while now Linda knew she would be the focus of Jaqui's
efforts sooner or later. But she had no idea how persistent Jaqui
would be! The women raved on and on about how wonderful Alex was,
how perfect the two of them were for each other. It never
stopped!

Alex loved the theater.

Alex played racquetball.

Alex was a good catch.

Five days under that kind of assault finally wore down her
defenses. Linda gave in, telling Jaqui she would go out with
Alex. She let an elated Jaqui arrange the date without protest,
wanting it over and done with. The sooner she went out with Alex
the sooner Jaqui would stop pestering her and she could get on
with her life.

Linda looked around her bedroom and thought about the last time
she'd had someone else in it. What kind of life would she be
going back to? Deep down, Linda knew there was another reason she
had given in to Jaqui's constant nagging. She was lonely. It was
the kind of lonely that couldn't be remedied by the magic wand
she left on the bedside table where she could reach it whenever
the need arose. And the need arose a lot. More often than not she
sought comfort in her vibrator before going to sleep at night and
again first thing in the morning, but lately the experience,
while pleasurable, left her feeling unsatisfied.

The wand could bring her to orgasm faster than any mouth or
fingers or cock ever had, but it had its limitations. It couldn't
snuggle under the covers with her afterwards. The wand couldn't
stroke her breast until she fell asleep. She couldn't cuddle on
the sofa with the wand and watch old movies until dawn. These
were things missing in her life and Linda wanted them . . .
needed them. Though she pretended to be apathetic, secretly Linda
hoped Alex was everything Jaqui said he was and more. She wanted
them to hit it off. She was tired of being alone.

Linda heard the buzzer ring and almost slid off the bed. Oh shit!
Alex was early!

Near panic and still not dressed, Linda scrambled to find
something decent to wear. She dug a pair of tight-fitting jeans
out of her dresser, wiggled into them without too much effort,
then yanked a pullover sweater off a hangar and slid into it. A
quick check in the mirror told Linda she had chosen well. The
sweater showed off the curves of her breasts without being too
obvious, and while she didn't care for the look of her thighs the
jeans did show off her ass, which she had to admit looked damn
good still. Her shoulder-length brown hair was a little out of
place but nothing her fingers couldn't fix, and, that done, she
padded barefoot into the living room.

Linda stole a calming breath and opened the door, eager to meet
the much-hyped Alex. Instead of the ruggedly handsome man she had
been expecting Linda found a woman waiting in the hall. She was a
medium height, not at all thin, with a short crop of blonde hair
that made her look like a twenty-something at first glance, but
after a second look Linda pegged her for about thirty. The woman
was dressed in casual attire, a navy blouse over cotton slacks.
Not a bad look for her.

"Can I help you?"

"Linda?"

"Yes," Linda said, nodding cautiously.

"Hi, I'm Alex. Jaqui's friend? I know I'm early, but I wasn't
sure how long it would take me to get here so I gave myself
plenty of time to get lost half a dozen ways. But Jaqui gave me
really good directions. Hope that's okay."

"Fine," Linda said. She heard the things Alex told her like
someone catching snippets of a conversation in passing, her
attention divided, her focus somewhere else.

In the last week, Jaqui had told her a lot about Alex.

Alex was a terrific dancer.

Alex had a good job.

Jaqui neglected to mention Alex was a woman.

How could this have happened? What on earth made Jaqui think she
was a lesbian? Linda thought about that for a hard moment but
came up short on answers. Though she never talked much about her
private life it seemed to her she'd made it clear she dated men.
Why would Jaqui have thought otherwise? Was this all some cruel
joke on her? On Alex? She couldn't believe Jaqui would do
something like that.

Standing there in stunned silence, Linda realized Alex was
looking at her with a concerned expression that somehow made her
even more uncomfortable. Her own expression must have said as
much for the frown Alex wore deepened further still.

"Is everything all right?" Alex asked.

"Well," Linda began, "there seems to have been a little
miscommunication. Um, I thought you were going to be a man."

Alex jerked her head back in obvious surprise, cheeks turning a
deep shade of crimson so fast it was almost as if she had been
slapped across the face. "You mean you aren't-"

"No," Linda quickly replied.

"Oh," Alex said, blushing more. "Oh, Linda, I am so sorry. I just
assumed . . . I mean, Jaqui knows I'm . . . well, shit. This is
awkward, isn't it?"

Linda smiled. "It's all right, really. Just a misunderstanding."

"Thanks," Alex said. She appeared thoughtful for a moment.
"Listen, uh, this might make things even more uncomfortable, but
. . . well, I don't know a lot of people in town, and I was
really looking forward to spending time with someone. Would you
be at all interested in still going out, as friends? It's okay if
that makes you uneasy. I'd understand."

"It doesn't make me uneasy at all," Linda said, meaning it. "Just
let me put on some shoes and we can go."


* * * * *

The last time Linda had eaten at Farinelli's she'd been with a
real asshole who couldn't pronounce "canoli" to save his life.
What a night from hell that had been! Now she was there with Alex
chatting over red wine and fried calimari at a secluded table in
the corner. And she was having more fun than she had in ages.

In no time at all the two of them had developed a rapport,
gabbing like former college roommates catching up on old times.
The number of things she and Alex had in common bordered on
frightening. Movies . . . music . . . even TV shows both of them
watched as kids! There wasn't a topic where the two of them
couldn't find common ground.

And the laughter! Linda couldn't remember ever laughing so hard
in her life! She could feel the stares from others in the
restaurant who no doubt turned to see what the two women in the
corner were cackling about.

Let them stare, Linda mused. She never gave a damn what people
thought and tonight was no exception. It didn't matter to her
what might be going through the narrow minds around her; she was
having way too much fun to care about appearances. And besides,
she and Alex were just two women fast becoming friends.

"Jesus," Alex said, filling their glasses one last time, "the
bottle didn't even last us through the appetizers!"

Linda smiled across the table. She flagged down their waiter and
ordered another bottle of wine. Her gaze followed the waiter
after he scurried off into the crowd, a smile tugging at her
lips.

"Cute butt, huh?"

"I haven't had that much to drink yet," Alex said. She very
deliberately picked up a menu and began reading.

Linda giggled. "Sorry."

"Although," Alex continued without looking up, "as male butts go
. . ."

"Oh, hush," Linda said. She took a sip of wine then went for a
menu too, looking over the decadent choices laid out before her.
"So what are you thinking for dinner? I recommend their chicken
parmesan. It's absolutely sinful."

"Mmmm," Alex purred, glancing over the top of the menu. "I like
sinful."

Linda shook her head and laughed. More and more, as the evening
went on, Alex was proving herself to be all the things Jaqui had
said she would be and then some.

Alex was charming.

Alex was fun to be with.

Alex was attractive.

The thought stopped Linda cold. Now where had that come from? She
recognized an attractive woman when she saw one, of course, but
she had never actually been attracted to a woman before. Was she
now? Linda didn't think so. It just occurred to her that the
woman sitting across from her was attractive. There was nothing
more to it.

"I think I'll have the manicotti," Linda said.

Alex looked up from her menu. "Not feeling sinful, huh?"

"Not at the moment."

"What a shame," Alex muttered, going back to reading. The two of
them sat in companionable silence for a long moment. "Originally
I thought we could go to a movie after dinner. You up for that?"

"Sounds great," Linda said.


* * * * *

Standing in line at the concession stand, Linda could feel Alex
brushing up against her from time to time. The contact was
incidental, something she would have dismissed under different
circumstances. But the little thrill she got each time their
thighs bumped together or Alex's shoulder brushed against hers
left her dwelling on each detail longer than she probably should
have.

Linda could recall each instance their bodies had touched in some
form or another since leaving the restaurant, and the sensations
those touches stirred within her afterwards. The feelings that
followed were not unpleasant ones and Linda had no idea what to
make of them. She'd never experienced anything remotely like it
before, not with a man and certainly not ever with a woman. But
something about Alex touching her had her insides doing
flip-flops. It happened again when Alex nudged her.

"Sorry," Alex said.

"That's okay."

"Is it always this crowded?"

Linda glanced around the lobby of the movie theater. It was
crowded. People were herded in like cattle at feeding time,
standing in long lines waiting to be serviced. "Yeah, this is
usual for a Friday night."

"Jesus," Alex said. "Back home it was never like this."

"It can get crazy," Linda admitted. "Listen, why don't you go
find us a couple of seats and I'll get the popcorn."

"Are you sure?"

"Mmhmm. I'll find you, don't worry." Linda smiled and patted
Alex's arm, warmth flooding through her in waves that got
stronger when Alex returned the smile before heading off into the
crowd. She watched Alex go and surprised herself by keeping her
gaze on the other woman's rear end like she had with the waiter
at Farinelli's.

Alex had a cute butt.

Alex was sexy.

The thoughts wound themselves around Linda's mind like tendrils
of ivy creeping along the side of a building, taking hold,
refusing to let go. She wondered where thoughts like that might
lead under the right circumstances . . . then wondered just how
far she would follow them.


* * * * *

"This is a great apartment," Alex said.

Linda smiled and closed the door. She hadn't planned on inviting
Alex up after the date when she still thought Alex was a man and
the shape of her apartment proved that, but Linda didn't want her
evening with Alex to end so, mess or not, she asked Alex to come
up for a drink after the movie. Her pulse raced like a freight
train for the nanosecond it took Alex to accept, then her pulse
quickened even more.

"Just ignore the mess," Linda said.

"Oh, no. It looks fine. You should see my place. I still have
boxes to unpack!"

"Well, in that case," Linda said, "make yourself right at home.
I'll get us something to drink. Is wine okay, or do you want
something harder?"

"Wine would be great," Alex said.

The two of them shared a long, intense look then Linda scampered
into the kitchen like a frightened rabbit, heart pounding. She
had no idea what she was doing but wouldn't have blamed Alex at
all for getting the wrong impression. What was with her? Even
though she agreed to go out with Alex just as friends Linda
realized she was being more of a flirt than she had ever been
with the men she had dated.

Linda thought about that while she got a bottle of Merlot from
the wine rack and opened it. She loved being around Alex. The
woman made her feel comfortable, at ease. There was a natural
connection between them that defied explanation. It just existed
. . . seemed to always have existed, as if the two of them had
known each other their entire lives. She had been attracted to
the Alex Jaqui had told her about, at least enough to agree to a
blind date in the first place, and she had wanted them to hit it
off. So where did she draw the line between friend and lover? And
why? Alex had turned out to be all the things she had ever wanted
in a man, and even more things she had given up ever hoping a man
could be.

Alex was sensitive.

Alex was caring.

Alex was beautiful inside and out.

Taking two wineglasses out of the cupboard, Linda realized Alex
was the man of her dreams. She giggled at that particular thought
and headed back into the living room where she found "the man of
her dreams" curled up on the sofa, shoes off, looking adorable.
Her favorite CD had been popped into the changer and soft, sweet
music filled the room. Linda tried not to melt right there. How
had Alex known what CD to put on? That wasn't something she'd
mentioned during their hours of conversation!

"I hope you don't mind," Alex said, indicating the music with a
wave of her hand.

"Of course not," Linda said. She handed Alex a glass of wine and
sat down with hers, legs tucked underneath her, leaning back with
a sigh. Her insides were doing somersaults again, just from
feeling this woman so close to her, and Linda sipped wine to calm
her tattered nerves. More and more she found herself thinking
dangerous things, unfathomable things, and it made breathing
impossible.

"I had a great time tonight," Alex said. "Thanks."

Linda smiled. "You don't have to thank me. I had fun, too."

"I'm glad," Alex said. She took a sip of wine and sighed. "It's
just been tough, you know? Moving here, not knowing anyone. The
nights can get awfully quiet."

"Yes, they can," Linda said. "Even for those of us who've lived
here a long time and know a lot of people."

The two of them stared at each other for a long moment then Linda
shied away, finding solace in her glass of wine. She could feel
Alex's gaze on her still, undressing her, making love to her, all
with a glance. Heat flushed her cheeks then moved lower . . .
much, much lower.

"I'm making you nervous," Alex said.

Linda chuckled without humor. "No, I'm making me nervous."

"And why's that?"

"Because," Linda said, looking up to meet the other woman's gaze,
"I'm thinking how nice it would be to kiss you right now."

"I'm thinking that, too."

Linda swallowed the last of her lingering apprehension then bent
forward, an overture that Alex welcomed by leaning in to meet her
until, at last, their lips met. The kiss started out slow, like
first kisses so often do, then blossomed like a flower on a warm,
spring morning. Mouths opened wider and wider in deepening hunger
as the kiss developed, consuming them both. Linda swooned under
the sensation of kissing another woman for the first time. There
was a lushness to Alex's lips that captivated her. She couldn't
get enough of them, still tasting of wine, wanting the kiss to go
on forever. Her tongue unfurled with a sureness that made Alex
whimper with need then eager hands went for her breasts and
promptly spilled her glass of wine in her lap.

"Oh shit," Alex said. "Linda, I'm sorry."

"Never mind that," Linda growled. "C'mere . . ."

Setting their glasses on the table, Linda pulled Alex to her and
kissed her soft lips once more. She slipped her tongue into
Alex's mouth and Alex captured it, sucking it, teasing it with
her own tongue. Now it was Linda that whimpered. The impatient
hands that had tried to find her breasts before found their mark
now, feeling her up through her sweater. Linda moaned under the
expert touch, running her fingers through Alex's blonde hair,
urging her new lover on, losing herself in the passion. Heat
flared deep inside her, like a volcano erupting, and for the
first time ever Linda groaned with raw desire for another woman.
She had never wanted to make love this much . . . to fuck this
much . . . but oh God, she wanted to fuck Alex! Her fingers
twined in blonde hair and Alex squeezed her breast, the pad of
her thumb stroking her nipple through her sweater and bra until
the little nub within turned to stone. Linda moaned and arched to
push more of her breast into Alex's firm grasp.

"Mmmm . . . that's nice," Linda murmured between kisses.

Alex nibbled on her lower lip. "I've wanted you from the moment
you opened the door, you know."

"I want you, too, Alex," Linda replied in a hoarse whisper.

The kiss reached a slow, delicious end that left them both
panting for breath and staring at each other with longing. Linda
reached up and touched her fingertips to Alex's cheek and Alex
captured her hand, dragged it to her mouth, and began sucking her
fingers. Linda thought she would come right there. She savored
the delightful warmth around her fingers for a long moment then
pushed herself up off the sofa with effort, beckoning Alex to
follow her with nothing more than a gaze full of promise and a
smile on her lips. That was all it took; Alex followed without a
word.

In the bedroom, Linda pulled Alex into another kiss. She just
could not stop kissing this woman! But there were other things on
both their minds and nothing made that more clear than the pair
of determined hands sliding up and down her back, venturing
further down than up, moving over her ass and clutching it. Linda
hummed with approval, her own hands finding the round of Alex's
breasts. She caressed them like Alex had done to her, loving the
feel of them. The image of her mouth around them flashed through
her mind and made her moan with need . . . a moan that deepened
thanks to the hands pawing at her ass.

Linda fumbled with the buttons of Alex's blouse, somehow getting
it open despite the distraction of being kissed and having her
buttocks fondled by the sexiest woman alive. She pushed the
blouse off Alex's slight shoulders then went to work on the clasp
of her bra, having much better luck with that, unhooking it in
seconds to bare Alex's breasts to her eager hands and mouth. Her
legs buckled at the sight of Alex's tits, the small nipples that
capped them like little pebbles just waiting to be sucked. Though
she had chided men for their infantile fascination with a woman's
breasts there was nothing Linda wanted more than to suckle at
Alex's heaving bosom, and so she did, hungrily, closing her lips
around one of her hardened nipples and sucking it. She flicked
her tongue over the tip while she sucked it and Alex purred with
pleasure, stroking her hair.

"Yes, baby," Alex muttered. "Suck them."

Linda required no urging. She wanted to suck them so much she
could scream! Instead of screaming, though, she attacked them
with a ravenous hunger, moving from one breast to the other,
making sure neither was denied her attention. Each touch of her
lips dragged a pitiful sigh from her new lover and hearing them
had Linda moaning through a mouthful of succulent flesh. She
could feel the wetness pooling in her cunt already, her clit
throbbing to a manic beat, and wondered if Alex was just as wet
for her. The thought of Alex with a sopping wet pussy drove Linda
crazy with need. How she wanted to find out for sure!

Flicking her tongue across one of Alex's nipples, Linda returned
to the other woman's lips and kissed them with a fierceness that
made both of them moan, lust dictating her urgent pace. She set
her sights on divesting Alex of her pants while frantic hands
worked on getting her clothes off. Their movements were like a
ballet, well-choreographed, perfect, and between kisses and
caresses the two of them managed to undress each other.

Linda looked Alex up and down. She had seen a lot of women naked
in her life, in harmless situations, but never before had a naked
woman inspired such wicked thoughts in her. Her gaze moved from
Alex's face, to the breasts she had suckled, to the tuft of
blonde hair between Alex's legs, then back up again.

The expression Alex wore mirrored hers, a look of pure wanting
shared and returned. Linda got into bed and Alex crawled in after
her, snuggling up next to her, propped up on one side. She stared
at her new lover, a silent plea, and Alex bent down to kiss her
with a hand at her breast. Nimble fingers that could have
belonged to a classical pianist rolled her nipples to rapid,
painful erection, making her writhe on the bed in a state of pure
bliss. And yet, as good as it felt, all Linda could think about
was how much she wanted those talented fingers in her cunt. Then,
as if reading her mind, the hand at her breast moved over her
soft tummy and settled in the furrow of her slit.

"Oh . . . Alex," Linda gasped, bucking, arching, wanting Alex to
take her. She lifted her hips in search of more but Alex laughed,
kissed her, and continued teasing her pussy. Her new lover had a
delicate touch and used it to its fullest advantage, making her
squirm with need. Had she been capable of forming words she would
have begged Alex to go inside but Linda could manage nothing . .
. nothing but gasps and sighs and moans of intense pleasure.

Through the haze of lust Linda heard Alex laugh, not a scornful
laugh, but an aroused laugh, then Alex thrust into her primed
cunt. She groaned and arched off the bed, head slamming back
against the pillow as Alex pumped in and out of her pussy, hard
and fast, just how she needed it. Her voice became the high
trilling caterwaul of cat in heat as Alex drove her to the brink
of climax. Linda could feel her orgasm gathering around her clit
like distant stormclouds threatening rain. She was so close now .
. . so close she could taste it . . . but Alex refused to push
her that final step. Then Alex began to nibble her earlobe.

"Do you want to come, baby?"

"Yes, yes."

"Can I go down on you first?"

"Alex!" Linda sobbed. "Please!"

The laughter that filled Linda's ear made her shiver in
anticipation, as did the soft kisses Alex planted down her body
as she moved closer and closer to the searing heat of her cunt.
She spread her legs in a pathetic show of need and heard Alex
suck in a sharp, hissing breath . . . then Linda heard nothing
but the sounds of her own pleasure as Alex began licking her
pussy.

Linda had no idea sex could feel that good. No man or vibrator
had ever delivered the kind of tingles now shooting through her
body. She could feel it in her toes! There wasn't a part of her
that didn't quiver from having Alex's tongue in her cunt. The
pleasure flowed through her like electrical currents, snaking
through her insides, making her wriggle in ecstasy.

Alex was eating her out.

Alex was going to make her come.

"Yes! Yes! Alex!" Linda cradled the head between her legs and
held Alex tight against her cunt as she began lapping at her clit
like a deer at a mountain stream. The shuddering orgasm that had
been stirring within her again came bubbling to the surface, and
when Alex began sucking her clit, it broke through like a dam
bursting under too much pressure. She rose off the bed with a
squeal of pleasure, grabbing fistfuls of sheet for purchase. The
climax tore through her without compassion, leaving a trembling
mass of spent flesh in its wake.

Linda sank deeper into bed, panting for breath, head spinning.
She summoned the strength to look down and found Alex still there
between her legs, face nuzzled into her mons. Her fingers
tightened around strands of blonde hair and her lover glanced up,
face glistening, lips curved into a smile.

"Come here," Linda whispered. She motioned Alex closer then
tasted herself on the lips she kissed, loving it, wanting so much
to return the favor. Their tongues slithered over each other like
snakes passing in the grass, leaving them both gasping once more.
Linda inched her hands lower until she found the round of Alex's
butt and when she squeezed it Alex moaned. She rolled them both
over without breaking the kiss, pinning Alex to the bed with the
weight of her need as much as the knee she wedged between Alex's
thighs. Her new lover moaned and humped her leg, slopping that
dripping wet cunt all over her.

"Oh God, Linda! Fuck me!"

Linda silenced her with a kiss, keeping her knee firmly planted
in Alex's pussy. She kissed a trail down Alex's throat then moved
to suckle a breast, loving it just as much as she had before. Her
tongue traced the shape of each hardened nipple, making little
circles around each one.

Poor Alex grunted like an animal. She wanted to be licked.

Kissing each breast one last time, Linda began making her way
down . . . down . . . over Alex's round little belly until she
was at last poised above Alex's cunt. The scent of womanly
arousal filled the air and Linda breathed it in, nostrils
flaring. She gazed down at Alex with something akin to wonder,
having never been that close to a woman's pussy, then realized
she had never done this before . . . never even thought about
doing it before! But Linda knew what she liked, what felt good,
and, perhaps even more importantly, she wanted to do it. She
wanted to bury her face in Alex's pussy and never come up for
air. The need was overwhelming and she did not resist, lowering
her mouth to Alex's cunt and getting her taste of another woman
for the first time.

Linda fell in love. The moment her tongue slipped between slick
netherlips to disappear inside Alex she fell in love with licking
pussy. She loved the taste, smell and feel of Alex's cunt, so
warm and wet for her, clenching around her tongue in pre-orgasmic
fits. Linda burrowed her tongue in deep, licking ardently, unable
to get her fill of the sweet cream she found there. Though desire
could not make up for skill, and while she had none of the grace
Alex showed, Linda found her way around pretty quickly. Her
efforts had Alex thrashing around on the bed like a tortured,
restless spirit, and when she used her fingers to fully expose
her lover's clit Alex cried out in wordless approval, begging her
to go for it all. And Linda did. She closed her lips around
Alex's nubbin of a clit and sucked her lover to orgasm, more than
once, conjuring up one gut-wrenching moan after another until
Alex had nothing more to give.

Licking up the mess she had made, Linda settled into Alex's arms
and sighed with a contentment that was completely new to her. She
rested her head on the other woman's chest and found a nipple to
tease while Alex toyed with her hair. Things never felt more
right after making love. Linda giggled.

"What?" Alex asked.

"Oh, I was just thinking," Linda said. "I have this policy about
not sleeping with men on the first date."

Alex laughed. "I'm glad that rule doesn't apply to women!"

"Mmmm," Linda purred dreamily. "So am I."

The two of them kissed again, their hunger returning, and as
Alex's hand moved between her legs once more Linda sighed and
thought about all the things Alex had turned out to be in the
end.

Alex was amazing.

Alex was insatiable.

Alex was her lover now.


Copyright 2003 JT Langdon