I must tell you I became really depressed about the dating scene. Why? Well, it seemed that every guy I was attracted to, turned out to be either not interested in me or was with someone else or… whatever, it always ended up the same. Me on my own.
Believe me, it got so bad, week after week, month after month, that I resigned myself to remaining single. Yes, being right up there, left on the shelf.
Then, one Saturday morning, my friend Shelly called to ask what I was doing that night. I said not much. I was in a rotten mood and she asked what was wrong. I tried to give her a quick answer but, of course, Shelly always wants details.
Shelly lives a full, exciting life. And she’d be the first to tell you. She has a girlfriend - and I don't mean as in a friend like me. To the point: Shelly is a lesbian. Which is fine, I see nothing wrong with it. It just isn't for me. I have never been interested in another female. They just don't have the equipment I need to satisfy me. I want a cock inside me!
Fact is, I have several friends who are lesbian or bi-sexual. They’ve always joked with me, saying they’ll change my way of thinking. It’s just a joke between us and means nothing. Or so I thought.
Anyway, when Shelly asked me to go out with her and the girls that night, I said I wouldn't be any fun. Shelly was having none of that and said she would make sure I had fun. Eventually, I was persuaded. What the hell, at least I could have a few drinks and maybe get out of my pity party and share a few laughs.
So I asked her where we were going. She said it was a new place for me and I should just dress sexy. Ha! Sexy! The way I was feeling!
Shelly said she would pick me up at seven - and hung up the phone. I always had a good time with Shelly; she was one of my best friends and also beautiful. Long blonde hair hung down to the middle of her back and she had the prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.
I took a long hot bath, trying to relax and thinking about having fun with Shelly and other friends. Maybe, if I was lucky, I would meet a handsome, gorgeous man, who would put me out of my misery and fuck the hell out of me. That's what I needed: a good old fucking. It had been some time since my last boyfriend and I went our own ways.
So, I relaxed in my hot bath with a glass of wine and I made sure my legs, underarms and pussy were clean shaven. Men love a freshly-shaved pussy and I got a little excited at the prospect of maybe meeting someone that night.
Out of the bath, I dried my long, curly red hair, applied make-up and looked at myself in the mirror. I chuckled: not bad Molly. My 34Ds stood out nice and perky, my curves were in all the right places. This will be a fun night!
I searched in my closet for something to wear. Ha! I saw a cute cotton dress that Shelly always says looks so good on me. It matches my red hair and so I began to dress. I really did want to look sexy; maybe it would help my mood.
I put on a black lace bra and matching thong and slid the dress over my head, letting it flow down my body. It clung to my curves. Perfect! As I checked myself in the mirror, Shelly came back to mind. I wondered what she’d be wearing. She always looks great, whatever she wears. Well, Molly, you look pretty good yourself, I thought and went to the kitchen to pour another glass of wine.
As I sat on my bar stool, I heard a tap at the door. I opened it and Shelly was there, looking as gorgeous as ever. I looked her over, from head to toe. She laughed and, with her hands on her hips, asked “You like?”
She wore a black dress, nothing fancy, but it was short and hugged her slender body. The plunging neckline displayed her nice 34C chest. I stared at her. What was wrong with me? It wasn't like I hadn't seen Shelly looking gorgeous before, she always does. But I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
Finally, I heard, “Molly… Molly, are you okay?"
“Yes, I'm fine… you look great, Shelly,” I said, snapping out of it, and I told her I was ready to go to this new place.
It took only a few minute to get there. When we were inside, I glanced around. Men were with men and woman with woman.
I was a bit irritated. "Shelly, why have you brought me here? You know I’m straight. I don't go for women."
“Please, Molly, just have a few drinks with us and try to relax. No-one will mess with you. You’re with us."
I agreed to stay and I ordered a drink and sat back to watch people dancing and enjoying themselves.
A young woman approached and asked me to dance. I politely refused and she walked away. I looked over at Shelly and she just smirked. I ordered another drink and leaned back in my seat at our table. I was amazed to see how everyone was so relaxed. Men or women, it was nothing to them to be involved with the same sex.
At this point, I should explain how I was brought up. I had strict parents. Same sex was forbidden. My parents preached that to me: it’s in the bible, they would say. So, I always believed it was wrong. I had gay friends and that was okay for them - just not for me. Those friends knew what my parents felt, and how I was brought up, and accepted me. We were all fine with the situation.
But, being here and seeing it, was new to me. Although Shelly had a girlfriend, it was never thrust in my face, so to speak.
As I watched everyone having a good time, being so free with each other, I heard Shelly call my name. It was hard to hear above the loud music.
"Yes Shelly?"
“Let's dance."
"Shelly, no, I can't."
"Yes you can. It’s me, Shelly, your best friend. I know you’re straight but girls dance together all the time."
I took a gulp of my drink and Shelly grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor. My drinks were kicking in and I felt pretty good dancing with my best friend.
The music changed to a slower number and I started to walk off the dance floor. Shelly said, “Don’t go. Dance with me."
I looked at her and really didn't know what to say. But I walked back to her and she put her arms around me as if to hug me. I gently put my arms around her, not knowing what I was doing. Shelly pulled me in close and I felt her body pressing against mine. I didn't want to make a scene so I just went along with her.
As we danced, she ran her hands up and down my back. The smell of her was intoxicating. I felt myself relax in her arms, holding her as she held me. I didn't think about what my parents had taught me. All I thought was how beautiful Shelly felt in my arms.
As the song came to an end Shelly let go of me but, before she did, she kissed me on the cheek. We had kissed before - you know, a goodnight thing - but this was different. I felt something I’d never felt before. I stood there looking at her.
I again snapped back to reality. What was I doing? What was I thinking? When I got back to our table, I stared at Shelly. I was seeing her in a different way. I saw her as someone that was beautiful, interesting and not simply my best friend.