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I knew instantly that my life would change when I saw her. We met at a book club: me, a curious bisexual and she, a tiny five foot pixie with a sparkle in her eyes. I had never been with a woman before, but I knew my giddiness and the way my heart skipped a beat would soon change that.

First, we hit it off at the art walk. It was as if the other girls in the group weren’t even there, as we walked side by side and asked each other a billion questions, eating our mio gelato ice cream on the cold winter’s day.

Then, I asked her if she was interested in applying for a position at my work, as we were hiring for an assistant and she was looking for a job. She thanked me profusely and seemed excited at the prospect. She asked me out for coffee before her interview. That didn’t work out so she asked me out for happy hour the next week. I gladly obliged.

We met at the library before happy hour. It seemed appropriate for two people in a book club, and it was right downtown where the restaurant we would go to was located. I saw her immersed in a book entitled Under the Black Flag, a non-fiction about pirate romances. As I approached, she handed me the book and asked me to join her other book club. Under the Black Flag was the book they were reading. I’d love to join, I told her. I’d love to try all kinds of new things and get back into old things as well.

Like what?
Like, figure drawing, and being with a girl. But I didn’t say that.
“Like drawing and painting again.”
What’s your favorite thing to draw?
I love drawing people, I said.
I still have to paint a naked woman sometime for a friend, on his request.

She was intrigued. We wandered through the aisles and I picked up another book. The Best Lesbian Erotica, 2006. Maybe this would inspire me, I explained. If I can envision a woman, I can draw one. After all, where could I ever find a willing model?

I checked out the books and tried to ignore the guy’s obvious grin on his face at the thought of two lesbians reading erotica. Boys will be boys. We both burst out laughing as we braved the cold winter air and started to walk to the sushi restaurant. It was the best sushi I ever had. We split the bill like two single ladies would. Like two friends.

Afterwards, I asked her over to my place. The bed was cozy and I began to thumb through the lesbian erotica as she found her place in Under the Black Flag and began to read on the floor. This was really turning me on. I covered myself up in a blanket and slowly ran my hand down to my pants. I thought she would be too immersed in her book to notice. My thumb swirled around my clit as I stuck three fingers into my cunt.

What are you doing? She asked, breaking my spell.
I heard you breathing heavy.

Apparently, I couldn’t keep quiet.

I have to admit, this is really turning me on, I said-caught-cheeks red the color of rouge.

Well let me have a look at it, she said, reaching over me to grab the book. She began to read a paragraph out loud.

Lucy placed her hands gently on Karen’s soft, supple breasts, twirling her fingers around Karen’s nipples. Responding to the arousal, Karen pressed her chest against Lucy’s as they embraced in a kiss. Fingers groping bare skin, bare butt, bare pussy. Fingers inside Lucy, Lucy kissing Karen’s neck, and chest, licking Karen’s nipples in sweet succession…

As she read, she drew closer to me.

Karen moaned as Lucy gently worked her way down her belly.

Her hand touched my arm and lightly graced the surface, sweeping side to side.

The smell of her wet juices was strong now, kissing her hip bones. Karen brushed her hand against her own clit and Lucy stuck her finger in, exploring the warmth.

Her hand reached under my shirt and rubbed my belly.

Fingers dripping, Lucy drew her fingers towards Karen’s mouth. As Karen willingly licked them clean, Lucy began softly kissing Karen’s wet, trembling pussy.

Slowly rubbing upwards, her hand reached my breasts and rubbed my nipple underneath my bra. She was seducing me and I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed the book from her and threw it to the ground. We spent the night together in warm, comfortable cuddles and orgasmic bliss, mimicking the erotic stories. I knew instantly that I had my model right before my eyes.

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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
~Anais Nin

Jozrael

Wow.

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