Exploring The Sensual

When do you finally realize that you may be a lesbian? How do you know if the other lady is a lesbian even without her saying so? The chemistry between Vicky and myself is better imagined than described. The whole thing took a different dimension when we met with friends on a group date.

I couldn't say why, but I kept glancing at Vicky as the two of us sat by ourselves, talking, deserted by our male dates. Vicky was wearing jeans and print blouse, the top two buttons of which were undone. Just before the lights went out, Vicky leaned down to get some gum out of her purse. My eyes were drawn to the last undone button and I found I could see one of her breasts; small and conical, mostly nipple, down the front of her blouse. It was strangely thrilling, more so when she straightened back up and I saw her expression. She'd done it on purpose!  She'd wanted me to peek! I felt tingly in my middle.

I felt Vicky reach over and squeeze my hand, just for a second. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye and saw she was looking at me. I gave a little squeeze back, surprising myself. I could see a smile on Vicky’s face while her hand tarried on mine another second, then moved away.