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Subject: Discovery (ff, first, romance)
Date: 9 Jun 1996 21:31:48 -0400
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	"Hey,Robyn, tomorrow's my last day before they send me to the
other plant and I am going out tonight to celebrate," Stephanie said. "Do
you want to join me? It'll give you a chance to relax before you have to
tackle relief valves 24/7." 
	I grinned. "Sure. I didn't have anything on my schedule for
tonight. Where are we going?"
	"Do you like clubbing?"
	"I haven't done a lot of it, honestly. But it should be fun. I'm
sure you know a decent club."
	"Actually, I do. The music isn't country, which I'm sure breaks
your West Virginia heart," I grinned at my friend's remark. "But it's good
dance music. Can you be ready by 8? I can drive."
	"No problem. What's the dress?"
	"Very casual. Whatever you want."
	"I think I can handle that." I grinned again. "See you at 8."
	At 7:30, I was settled on my couch, book in hand, waiting for
Stephanie to arrive. Unfortunately, my mind was not on the book. "What
have I gotten myself into? She's hot as hell, I'm attracted to her, and
I'm spending the evening with her. Great thought, until I remember that
she's straight! And I'm going to have to spend all evening with her --
hiding how I feel. I really hate being bisexual sometimes!!!!" There was a
knock at the door. I glanced at the clock to see I had spent a half-hour
in my musings. "There she is." I thought. "Pause to put the straight mask
over your face. Open the door. Smile. Show none of the sexual interest you
have for your mentor." 
	I could not resist a quick sexual glance when I opened the door.
She looked very good. I do not know how many people would have found
Stephanie attractive. She was not one of those skinny, blond haired, blue
eyed model types. Instead, she was somewhat big built, although not at all
fat, with dark brown hair and light gray eyes. It was almost possible to
become lost in her eyes. 
	"Ready to go?" she asked, pulling me away from my thoughts.
	"Yup, where's your truck?"
	"Parked on the other side of the lot. As you can see, there aren't
any spots right out of your apartment." 
	"So how far is this club?" I asked after I got settled in the
truck. 
	"About a half hour from here. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the
drive."
	"Enjoy?" I thought. "Yea, I'm going to enjoy this. I'm with
Stephanie. Relax? Not hardly. My heart's racing and all I can think about
is how sexy she is! Uh huh, sure. This is really going to be a relaxing
evening."
	The club was a large dance club and bar on the western side of the
city. Stephanie was right; the music was not my normal interest. For one
evening, though, I could listen to anything. It did have a pretty good
beat to dance to (although 8 years of band had given my a great sense of
rhythm). Neither of us drink, but drinking did not seem to be the entire
point of being here. I almost managed to avoid thinking about my secret
attraction. Almost. But every once in a while, someone would bump one of
us into the other. I treasured the feel of Stephanie's body pressed
against mine - even if it was just for a few seconds. However,  I could
not help thinking what it would be like to have her body pressed close to
mine... 
	We left the club about 1 AM. I thought Stephanie would take me
home and that would be the end of the evening. Tomorrow would be her last
day at work. I knew I would not see her until August when her time at the
other plant ended and we would be working together again.
	"Do you mind if I come in for a bit? I've been meaning to talk to
you about something." Stephanie said when we got back to my apartment. 
	"Sure." That's what I said aloud. What my head was saying
privately was another matter. "What do you think you are doing?! You know
when you are tired you do things that you would never do otherwise. Like
hit on a straight!!!" I tried to bury my thought, and emotions, as I
unlocked the door.
	"Welcome to my abode." I said, opening the door with a flair.
	"Not bad. Not bad at all." Stephanie said, nodding her head with
approval.
	"Have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink?"
	"No thanks." I sat on one end of the couch. To my mixed pleasure
and dismay, Stephanie took the other end.
	"What's so interesting that you waiting until 1 AM the night
before you left to tell me. Hopefully nothing about work."
	"Not even close," she replied with a grin. "Robyn, I don't know
how to say this..."
	"I've always been of the philosophy that just saying something
works best."
	"I agree. But this is a little hard to say..." She took a deep
breath. "You're bisexual, aren't you." 	I could tell it was a statement,
not a question. I know my shock was obvious on my face. "Oh no, you're
not." Then very quietly, "I just blew it."
	I managed to find my voice. "No, no, you didn't blow it. And yes,
I am bi. But I don't think you doubted that when you said it. How did you
know?"
	"You gave yourself away. Several times, I might add. Nothing that
alone would prove anything, but together make a good case. First off, you
were blushing heavily when we were talking about lesbians last Friday.
Also, I've seen a strange look on your face a few times when you looked at
me. I finally figured out that it was physical interest. I might also add
I saw the look you gave me when you opened the door this evening." I could
not look at Stephanie. I knew I had messed up big time. I had promised
myself when I came out that - if I ever found myself attracted to a
straight woman - she would never find out from me. "But most of all," she
added, "I'm very good at finding others."
	My head jerked up at that remark. Did she just say what I think
she said? Did she say...
	"I'm bisexual, too." she said calmly. "Not very experienced, but
bi."
	I could not think. What I thought would never occur had happened.
Stephanie, whom I had desired since I first met her, had the same sexual
preference I did! It was uncanny; it was unreal. It was wonderful. 
	I got up and moved to sit next to Stephanie. "I'm almost afraid to
ask this for fear of your answer. I think you are very beautiful and sexy.
Do you have similar feelings towards  me?"
	She leaned over and kissed me lightly. "I wouldn't kiss you if I
didn't feel that way."
	My arms wrapped around her neck and we came together in another
kiss. Then I pulled back. "You mentioned having little experience..."
	"I hope my lack doesn't bother you?"
	"Not at all. What I was about to say is that I have no lesbian
experience. I just came out six months ago and haven't had a chance to
gain experience."
	"Do you want to change that?" Stephanie asked hesitantly.
	"Oh, yes!" I exclaimed.
	She smiled. "Just wanted to make sure," she said, reclaiming my
lips for another kiss. 
	My mind was racing. I could not get a coherent thought at all.
Everything I had dreamed about - everything I had thought impossible - was
happening to me. I was kissing a very attractive woman - one who thinks I
am attractive, too! I kept thinking this was a dream and my alarm would
wake me at the worst time. 
	"Robyn?" Stephanie asked, apparently noticing my hesitation. "Is
anything wrong?"
	"No, I just keep thinking this is a dream and I'm going to wake up
to find that none of this happened." 
	"This isn't a dream. Or at least, you're not asleep and dreaming.
For me, this is a dream come true."
	"For me too. But it's just so sudden..."
	"Do you want me to pinch you to prove you're not asleep?"
Stephanie asked with a michivious smile.
	"Sorry, but I'm not really into that." I replied with a laugh.
	"Nor am I. But that was too good to pass up."
	My only reply was to kiss her again, a bit deeper and stronger. I
felt her fingers running through my hair and along my neck. The touch only
turned me on more. I knew unless this stopped now, Stephanie probably
would not be going back her apartment tonight.
	"Stephanie," I began, pulling away from her, "I...we... this...."
	"Yes?"
	"We have to stop this..."
	"Why? I thought you were attracted to me."
	"I am!" I replied, taking her hands in mine and locking her eyes
to mine. "But if we let this go on much longer, I won't be able to stop
it."
	"Who says we need to stop? I want to stay with you tonight. If
it's OK with you..."
	"It's more than OK with me! I just didn't want to force you to
stay here."
	"Trust me, you're not forcing me to do anything." I stood. "After
all that, you still want me to leave?" Stephanie asked, incredulous.
I just shook my head and held out my hands. Stephanie took my hands, still
confused. "What do you want? What?"
	"Just follow me." I led her upstairs to my bedroom. "If we're
going to continue this, we may as well be somewhere more conformable than
the couch. The mattress is hard as a rock, but better than the couch
cushions." I lay down on the bed and pulled her down after me. "Are you
sure about this?" I asked, still  not believing this could be happening to
me.
	"Isn't that what I'm supposed to ask you?" she replied with a
laugh. "I'm the one with experience, after all."
	"Well, now that we've established that both of us want to be
here..."
	Stephanie cut off the rest of my statement with a passionate kiss.
I returned the kiss with equal ardor. For the next while, everything was
just a blur of kissing and touching. When I again realized what was
happening, I found both of had been divested of clothing. How that
happened, I had no idea, but the effect was wonderful. The feel of
Stephanie's naked body pressed against mine nearly drove me insane with
pleasure. 
	Before I could dwell on that, however, I felt a fire run through
my body. Stephanie had her hand between my legs and was gently rubbing my
clit. Not enough to make me cum, but enough to set me afire with delight.
Just when I began to get used to the feeling, Stephanie slid two fingers
inside me, enflaming me more. A groan of wonder escaped my lips before I
could stop it. 
	"Glad to see I still have the knack for arousing women." Stephanie
said with a smirk. 
	"More than that. But if you don't shut up and get back to me, I'll
kill you with my bare hands!"
	"Hmm... Grouchy, grouchy. And I thought you were enjoying
yourself." 
	"Shut up or I'll wipe damn smirk off your face!" Stephanie just
laughed, but did stop verbally teasing me. 
	I could not believe the feelings Stephanie's fingers were sending
though my body. I had a great deal of experience with men, but none of
them had ever made me feel this wonderful. It seemed her hands and mouth
were all over my body. When Stephanie began sucking on my nipples while
continuing to finger me, I thought I would die from the pleasure. 
	It was over much too fast. The shock and wonder of finding myself
in Stephanie's arms drove me past the edge well before I wanted to. I
could not control my reaction. "Stephanie...oh, Stephanie." I cried as my
orgasm hit me. I had never had an orgasm that good in my life. It seemed
my body just kept cumming with no sign of stopping. 
	"Oh Stephanie..." I said once the spasms ended. 
	"I let you cum too fast. I'm sorry. Guess I have lost some of my
knack."
	"Don't apologize. It was wonderful. I don't think either of us
could have done better. However, turn about is fair play..."
	"What do you mean..." Stephanie asked, her last word falling away
into a moan as I answered her question without words. 
	It was not easy. I knew it would not be. But the enjoyment I got
out of learning Stephanie's body and listening to her non-verbal comments
nearly equaled the pleasure she had given me. I had fantasized a lot about
being with a woman. The reality was better than I could have ever
imagined. Her skin was so smooth under my fingers and tasted so sweet to
my tongue and lips. And when I slid my fingers inside her, my gasp of
wonder was almost as loud as my lover's. I had fingered myself some in the
past, but doing it to another woman - where I could slid my fingers in
deeply without contorting my wrist - was unbelievable. I could feel
Stephanie's muscles begin tightening around my fingers and knew she was
close. Her orgasm struck so hard I thought she would cut the circulation
to my fingers off. 
	When it was over, Stephanie fell asleep in my arms. But I did not
think I could possibly fall asleep at that time. I rolled over to see it
was just 3:00. Less than 2 hours since my world had turned upside down.
Earlier this evening, I had envisioned a pleasant evening, and then saying
good-bye to Stephanie tomorrow, not to see her again for 8 months. Now she
lay - naked - in my bed after having begun my lesbian education. I brushed
a stay lock of hair away from her face. I nibbled gently on her ear as I
ran my hands over her back and sides. I could not get enough of touching
her body. 
	Must to my surprise, I did fall asleep. To my double surprise,
Stephanie and I woke up in the same positions we had fallen asleep in (I
am a notoriously restless sleeper, as is Stephanie, she confessed to me
later).
	"Good morning," she said, somewhat sleepily.
	"Mornin', darlin'," I replied, letting my accent slip through.
	"So last night really did happen? It wasn't just a dream?"
	"It really happened. Are you upset about it?" I asked seriously.
	"Why should I be?" Stephanie replied with a chuckle. "I've wanted
that to happen since the day you were here for your interview!"
	"We should probably get up and get ready for work." Stephanie
said, somewhat hesitantly.
	"Why? Today's your last day. Who knows when we'll see each other
again. I want to make this morning last as long as we can."
	If anyone wondered - or even noticed - why Stephanie and I arrived
together - 20 minutes late - that morning, no one ever said a word.
	This happened 8 months ago. When Stephanie gets back next month,
we will be sharing a 2-bedroom apartment. I guess we can use the other
bedroom as a guest room...