Tired of the normal "fuck-suck" stories I read, I decided to write 
some my own way.  They are much longer than most, and have (I feel) 
more character development than most other adult stories.

This story is intended only to be enjoyed by consenting adults.  It 
is based on both real life experiences and fantasy.  Any 
similarities to anybody, living or dead, is intentional.  Only the 
names have been changed to protect the involved parties.

If you are interested in more like these, my E-Mail address is 
mushrom@hotmail.com.  All of my stories and more are now available 
at my web site, "Adventures In Erotica".  This is a free site, and 
the address is http://scroll.to/erotica

I welcome any input, or comments, or your own stories.  Since I 
distribute it for free, please do not place it in any "pay for 
access" sites.  Other than that, as long as nothing is cut out 
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Thank you, and enjoy.

Chance Meeting I

	It was looking like another fast-paced day at the annual trade show.  I spent 6 
hours, wandering through the booths, collecting literature and brochures for my 
company.  Several times, I saw this woman through the crowd, and she seemed very 
familiar.  Twice, I almost walked up to her, but the  crowds would separate us.

	Finally, the first day ended, and I decided that it was probably my 
imagination.  Unlike most shows, this one started on Saturday, then had lectures 
during the weekend (that he was to cheap to pay for me to attend), then continued on 
Monday and concluded on Wednesday.  My boss was not sure about sending me the 
entire weekend, but I talked him into it (I am sure that the quickie we had in the office 
may have had something to do with that decision).

	Having the weekend free, I decided to wander around town.  I had never 
been to San Diego before, and I decided to wander around.  I spent Friday night 
cruising through some of the local bars, and even had a few dances before returning to 
my hotel room, and turning in for the night.

	Saturday dawned bright and sunny, with just enough breeze to take the worst 
of the heat off.  I wore my new bikini under a pair of shorts and tank top.  Going to 
the beach, I had a great time, even though my mid-west body seemed awfully pale 
compared to the bronzed gods and goddesses that wandered the southern California 
beaches.

	Finally, I wandered back to my hotel, and walking in the lobby ran into 4 
guys that I had met the day before.  Seems that they were all heading down to Tijuana, 
and it only then occurred to me that I was only 20 miles from the border.  I asked 
them to wait, and quickly went upstairs to change.

	Coming back down, I was met by Mark in the lobby.  He apologized, but 
said that he was the one chosen to talk to me.  It seems that the guys were planning on 
going down partially to take in the legal prostitution, and were a little uneasy about 
having me along.  I told them I understood, but asked if it was OK if I followed them 
down to the border.  Deciding that was OK, I got into my rental car and followed 
them down the freeway until we got to a sign that said "Last USA Exit".

	We pulled into a parking lot, and paid the $5 to leave our cars there.  We all 
got out, and the 5 of us walked over the foot bridge and down the other side.

	Mexico was nothing like what I expected.  When I asked why we did not just 
drive across, they said it was because it was not necessarily safe to park on the other 
side, and that it was often a 45 minute wait to re-cross the border.  Seeing the long 
line of cars heading north (all of them crawling), I decided that was a good idea.

	They told me some basic tips about coming down here.  Spread your money 
about your body, and walk in the middle of the sidewalk.  Keep my purse on the 
inside, away from the street.  Seems like some purse thieves would drive next to the 
sidewalk on a motorcycle, and grab it if it was on the outside by the street.  And also 
since I would be a single female heading back, take a taxi to get back to the border.

	Mark told me "5 dollars is the typical fare back to the border.  If one tries to 
charge you more, just move on to the next.  And you might want to check out some of 
the stores.  Silver down here is very inexpensive, and of nice quality."

	I thanked them, and we parted company at the entrance to a little disco.  I 
shook hands with all of them, and gave Mark a nice hug for being so helpful and 
polite.  "Wow, one more like that and I may tell them to go ahead without me" he 
joked, earning a saucy wink and pursed lips from me.

	The disco was everything and nothing like I expected.  Loud rock blared 
from the loudspeaker.  The floor was filled with all sorts of couples, and even a few 
singles.  Most of the patrons were Americans, with an occasional Latino.  I had one of 
the Margaritas ($1 each, $4 a pitcher) and sat down to get the feel of the crowd.  I had 
a few offers to dance, but decided to wander on and see the shopping district.

	Following the directions, I found Revolution Avenue.  A long strip of small 
shops and bars, well lit, with donkeys and carts for the tourists to get their pictures 
taken at.  I wandered into the first store, and was amazed at what I found.

	They had fire crackers, switch-blades, stuffed iguanas, trinkets, and jewelry.  
I found a very nice necklace, and asked about the price.  Silver, diamond cut, and 
about 18 inches, it would go for $120 back home.  When the owner told me $50, I was 
stunned.  I looked it over, and was about to pull out my wallet, when I heard a voice 
behind me softly say "Offer him $20, but accept nothing more then $30."

	I looked, and it was the gal I had seen at the convention.  Our eyes met, and 
she said "Here, you bargain for almost everything.  And being the weekend, the prices 
are starting higher then normal."

	I countered with $20, and about 5 minutes of haggling followed, finally 
settling on $35.  I left the store with my new friend, and we walked back onto the 
street.  "Here, let me help you with that" she said, and I turned my back to allow her 
to place it around my neck.

	We made introductions, and she told me her name was Marie.  She spoke 
with a neutral accent, probably from Chicago I decided.  Not the normal twang of 
California (interesting that people from California claim they have no accent, but I 
can normally pick it up).

	I told her that she had looked familiar, but I could not place it.  She told me 
the same thing, and we went through the normal "where have you lived and worked" 
game.  We both came up blank.  But that did not stop us from doing a little more 
shopping.  I bought myself a silver ring with a snake biting it's own tail, a anchor link 
silver chain, and a delicate serpent link chain, and handed it to her.

	Marie tried to refuse, but I would hear nothing of it.  "Girl, I would have 
blown far more then I saved if you did not  help me, and this is the least I could do.  
Besides, I think it would look great on your neck."

	She softly thanked me, and I placed it around her neck, and clasped it.  When 
she turned back around, I softly ran my finger over it, and said that it did indeed look 
lovely.  We  wandered a bit more, and decided to go into a nightclub on the second 
floor of a large building.

	Walking in, she said that this was one of her favorites.  Not as loud as the 
first one was, we checked our purses in at the counter (Marie said that this was one of 
the safe ones to do that at), and sat to have a drink.  She ordered us a pitcher of 
margaritas, and we sipped the first ones as we got a feeling for the place.  Soon, a tall 
blonde stud walked up and asked her to dance.  She tried to politely tell him no, but I 
urged her to go ahead, so she followed him out onto the floor.  Soon, I had a guy 
asking me, so I went myself.

	20 minutes later, we returned to the table, and the guys followed.  The 4 of  
us killed the remaining pitcher, and returned to the dance floor.  It was getting late, so 
some of the songs were slower.  After the second slow dance, George and I were next 
to Marie and John.  The guys suggested changing partners, and with a silent wicked 
glance, Marie and I agreed.  But the guys looked shocked when Marie and I wrapped 
our arms around each other, and started to dance, almost ignoring them.

	Now we were only going to do that for a moment, to shock them and make a 
joke.  But then George said "what, are you 2 fucking lezzies?"  John quickly agreed, 
and Marie and I parted quickly.

	Needless to say, that ruined the joke, and definitely turned me off.  I quickly 
told him off, using words that doubted his manhood, legitimacy of birth, and his 
intelligence since he could obviously not take a joke.  Marie was saying the same 
sorts of things to John, and we went back to the counter to recover our purses to return 
to the street.

	I was still pissed, but Marie helped calm me down.  We walked down the 
street, and she grabbed my hand and had me join her on one of the carts for a picture.  
We smiled for the camera, and each got a picture.  Just as the guy was snapping the 
second one, she lifted my skirt, showing the bottom of my panties.  I gave a small 
shriek, but the guy and her both laughed, and I had to join along.  "I want that one for 
myself" she said with a wink, and it was all I could do not to double over laughing.

	"What, you going to use that to tease your boyfriend?"  I had looked earlier, 
and noticed that she was not wearing a wedding ring.

	"Nope, I don't have one of those.  Just have not found a guy to hold my 
interest yet."

	That took us to talking about our love lives, and some of the tales every mid-
to-late-twenties working girl has.  College boyfriends, guys we had shacked up with, 
and occasional one night stands.

	She gave a pretend shocked gasp when I mentioned giving the boss a quickie 
so I could spend the weekend here.  She giggled, and asked me if it was worth it.  I 
briefly took her hand, and told her it definitely was, since I had made a new friend.  
We smiled, then I had her almost peeing her panties when I said "since he is such a 
worthless fuck, I sure got nothing out of the quickie myself!"

	We entered another small club, this time the music was quieter, and a little 
slower.  We each had a beer, and were soon dancing with a pair of brothers.  After the 
third dance, I noticed that her guy was running his hands all over her bottom, and she 
was pressing back against him tightly.  I decided that that looked like fun, and gently 
pressed my groin against my partners.

	What followed was 10 minutes of soft grinding, feeling his large hands 
holding my bottom as I gently bit his neck.  The 4 of us returned to the table, and 
Marie and I went to the bathroom.  Once there, we went to 2 stalls, and did the normal 
thing, gossiping as we peed.

	"I don't know about you Patty, but I think that it is about time to head back 
North."  I looked at my watch, and was amazed that it was almost 2am.  I had spent 
over 6 hours down there, and loved it.  I agreed, and the two of us went back to say 
goodbye to the guys.  They were a little disappointed, but we each gave our partner a 
nice kiss, and promised to look for them again in the future.

	Once back on the street, I noticed that the drinks had gotten to me a little.  I 
asked her about sharing a taxi to the border, when she said that she lived there in 
Tijuana.  I was surprised, and told her that I had not been sure if she was Mexican or 
not.  She said she was not, but it was a short drive to where she worked in San Diego, 
and the rent was a lot less down there.

	"Actually, my name is not Maria, but Mary.  I started using Maria after I 
moved down here, and brushed up on my Spanish.  With the dark tan I have, I can 
almost fit in as a native."

	I looked at her closer, and said "UCLA Volleyball team".  She looked 
shocked, and said yes.  I told her that I was on the Illinois State University Volleyball 
team, and that we had played against each other in the semi-finals in Las Vegas.  Then 
we both shared a laugh.

	"You were the bitch with the blonde hair, that smashed every return back at 
us!" she exclaimed.  "Oh, how I hated you then!  I was sure that we were going to 
make it to the finals, when you knocked us out."

	"It's OK Maria, we got knocked out by Princeton the next round, and had to 
watch from the sidelines also."

	We then started talking about our college years more, sharing a mutual 
interest, and finally making the connection.  I remembered Maria well, she was a 5'4" 
dynamo on the court, her short size letting people fool themselves about her ability.  I 
am 6'1" myself, and had years ago given up the bleached blonde hair of my youth for 
my natural brown.

	We headed to her house, about a 5 minute walk from the downtown area.  
The area was nice, and a large change from the bright lights we had just left.  We 
talked as we went, and she pointed out several landmarks out to me.

	Maria had a nice, compact two bedroom bungalow house, and gave me a tour 
of it.  The second bedroom was made into an office, and the master bedroom had a 
queen size bed.  The kitchen had the nicest of electronic toys, and a pine kitchen nook 
filled in as a dining room set.  It looked perfect, and I told her so.

After the tour, we sat back on the floor and listened to some music as we 
sipped some good California wine.

	"You know Patty, This has been a great evening for me.  I had thought I 
recognized you also, but was not sure.  But when you mentioned the tournament, I 
immediately placed you.  I even remember that you were with one  of the guys from 
the men's team.  During breaks, you two seemed to be all over each other."

	I giggled, and said "Yea, that was Jake.  He had a red Celica, his own 
apartment, and was a great fuck."  I giggled, and said "This wine must be getting to 
me, to talk like that!"

	We both collapsed in laughter, and she said "It's ok, I have heard ladies say 
'apartment' before."

	We both rolled over on our backs, unable to hold it in anymore.  Wiping 
tears from my eyes, I stood up  and stumbled to the bathroom to get rid of some of the 
night's drinking.  Upon returning, I noticed that she had changed into a long t-shirt 
that said "Co-Ed Naked Volleyball Team".  I laughed at that, and she found another t-
shirt for me to sleep in.  It was a little short on me, and left the bottom of my panties 
showing.

	"Ahhh, perfect" she said.  "But you should be careful, dancing got me so 
worked up, I might rape you tonight."

	We laughed again, then crawled into her bed to sleep.  

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Thankfully, I slept in so late so I did not have a hangover the next morning.  I 
smelled bacon, and walked into the kitchen.  Maria was also working on some 
pancakes, and told me that breakfast would be done in about 15 minutes.  I had her 
tell me where the towels were, and took a quick shower.

	Feeling like a new woman, I came out in time to see watch her finish setting 
the table.  We spent equal amounts of time eating and talking, and gave more details 
about our lives.

	I told her about my failed marriage.  Two people with two careers can not 
always make things work.  Our divorce 2 years before had been friendly, and we still 
occasionally went out together.  "I mean, how many people our age love listening  to 
Shakespeare in the park?"

	"Oh, you would be surprised.  Normally, I have to go by myself.  I talked my 
ex-boyfriend into going one time, but he fell asleep before the third act of 'The 
Twelfth Night."

	"Oh girl!" I exclaimed.  "That is my FAVORITE play!.  I have seen it 
probably 20 times, and have a movie version at home on video."

	We then went off, quoting from the Bard's words.  Together, we said what is 
probably his most famous line:  "Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and 
some have greatness thrust upon them."

	Then the conversation took a strange twist.  It seems that Maria had seen a 
version put on by a gay acting troupe in LA the year before, and the play went a 
totally different way.  Instead of Olivia ending up with Viola's brother, and Viola with 
the Duke of Illyria as the tale traditionally ends, Olivia marries Viola, and the Duke 
marries her brother.

	"I tell you, it was so cute.  The actor and actress looked so much alike in that 
production, you would think that they were actually twins.  The girl was tall and thin, 
and her 'brother' was also thin, and actually rather effeminate.  I myself would have 
had a hard time picking which one I would want."

	I took a moment to long to respond, and I could tell that she thought she had 
stuck her foot in her mouth.  "Oh, I hope you are not upset at me.  I did not mean to 
make it sound like that.  I mean, I am not always attracted to tall, thin females, er, I 
mean..."

	Maria dragged off into silence, and I could tell that she was terrified of what 
I was thinking at the moment.  Her eyes were looking down at the table, as if she was 
afraid to meet my eyes.  Contrary to popular belief, most female (and male) volleyball 
players are not gay.  I felt bad  for not speaking up, so decided to make a joke of what 
she was trying to say.

	"Ahhh, so you are only sometimes attracted to tall, thin females."  I chuckled 
lightly, and she finally raised her head and looked at me again.

	"Yea, something like that" she replied, giggling as she said it.  But by the 
look in her face,  I seemed to sense that she was telling the truth, not just going along 
with the joke.

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	We spent the rest of the morning together.  She told me about a boyfriend she 
had lived with after college.  Like me, she had gotten her degree in Business, and was 
also a purchasing agent.  But where I was just another low cog in the machine of a 
large department store chain, she was a senior agent for a smaller local chain.  The 
smaller chain made for a smaller salary, but the higher position made up for that.  
"The pay is not great for my responsibility, but if I ever do move on, it will go a long 
ways in getting me a better one later on" she told me.

	I said  that I was more then a little jealous.  I had been at my company for the 
same amount of time she had, but she had actually moved up farther.  I jokingly asked 
if they had any openings, and she told me that they had.  "We are going to start a new 
chain of stores selling swimwear and lingerie, and need another person to take charge 
of the new division."

	I grew silent at that, and looked at her closely.  "Maria, is this an attempt to  
seduce me into taking that position?" I asked, smiling to show that I was joking.  But 
she looked away, and asked what I meant.

	I looked at her, and felt warmer.  "I mean, showing me your place, and how 
nice it is.  Telling me about the potential for a better position later on, and the like.  
Are you trying to seduce me into this job,  and work under you?"

	Then I realized the words I had used, and the possible double meanings 
behind them.  She giggled at that, and said "No, you would not be working under me, 
unless you wanted to."  She gave me a naughty wink, and we started laughing again.  
But I could tell that there was something else there.  I felt things I had not felt in a 
long time, and silently warned myself that I had to be careful, or this might get out of 
control.

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	We somehow decided that I would stay the rest of the convention with her.  
After lunch, we walked to the border to take my car back to the rental agency and get 
my things.  My boss would love my saving him money on a hotel room, and my 
pocketbook would love my saving money on the car.  Since the hotel was a block 
away from the convention, my boss did not want to pay for a car for me.  That was an 
expense coming out of my own pocket.

	She told me as we walked that normally she rode her bike to her car, or took 
a taxi if it was raining.  It was a nice 20 minute walk however, and we did some 
window shopping on the way.  Once there, I followed her to the rental agency, and we 
both took her car to my hotel to get my things and check out.

	As we were getting my things, I excused myself to go into the bathroom to 
change clothes.  I was still in my dress from the night before, and I definitely needed 
to change my underwear.  I put on a floral sundress, and a lightweight panty and bra 
set.  When I came out, she whistled and said "Girlfriend, you are going to rock the 
town in that outfit."  We laughed, she helped me carry my things downstairs and place 
them in the boot of her car.  It was a 1990 VW beetle.  I was surprised when she told 
me the year, and she explained that down in Mexico, they still made the old "bug".

	"And since I live in the border zone, I can bring it up as often as I want, and 
do not have to worry about many of the smog laws.  But I did have the frame 
strengthened and safety glass put in to help in case of an accident."

	We stopped at a grocery store to get a few things, then drove to the border.  
We drove across the border, and I whistled at the long line of cars on the north bound 
side of the border.  "Sunday is the worst, people heading back north after a weekend 
down here.  Tomorrow morning will not be as bad, maybe a 20 minute wait to cross."

	We had a dinner of salad (after all, I may be in my early thirties, but still 
need to watch my weight) and decided to go out again.  I got out my tightest black 
skirt and blouse, as she laid on the bed to get into a pair of jeans so tight, they looked 
painted on.

	We went out, and after walking back to Revolution Avenue, she asked me to 
pick the first stop of the night.  I saw a club that had interested me the night before, 
and she agreed.  Once inside, it seemed that every unattached male eye (and some that 
were not unattached) was on us.  Where I am tall and slender, she is short and rounded 
in the right places.

	The tight white jeans went well with her bare midriff top.  Her round breasts 
made sure that the hem of the top did not touch her belly, where my mid-thigh skirt 
showed my legs to their full potential.  We looked as opposite as night and day, but it 
did not keep the guys away.

	We quickly found ourselves with Paul and Sean, the brothers we had danced 
with the night before.  We paired off again, and had several drinks, and quite a few 
dances.  I was enjoying the attention, feeling Paul's large hands cupping my bottom as 
we danced.  During the slow dances, we would press our bodies fully against each 
other, and I could feel him swelling against my groin.  This caused me to dance with 
my legs a little farther apart then normal, so I could enjoy the feeling of it pressing 
against my groin.

	During a bathroom break, Maria whispered to me that she could feel Sean 
against her belly also.  We giggled and talked as we went about the business of peeing 
and fixing our makeup.  I noticed that she was wearing the necklace I had given her 
the night before, and I reached out to fix it because the clasp was visible in front.

	When my fingers brushed her neck, she closed her eyes and smiled ad I lifted 
her long hair to place it behind her neck.  "Thanks" she softly whispered, and lightly 
touched the back of my hand before we went back out.

	We sat back with Paul and Sean, and had another round of drinks.  I felt 
Paul's hand on my thigh, and smiled at Maria and motioned down with my eyes.  His 
hand was slowly moving up and down my leg, slowly moving to the inside of my 
thigh.  I placed my hand over his, and held his hand, to keep it from going to far.

	I saw Maria take Sean's hand (which looked like it had been doing the same 
thing to her leg) and hold it on top of the table.  Maria and I looked at each other, and 
in the silent language that all us women seem to know, communicated to each other 
that we would be going no further with these two guys, at least not that night.

	We went back to the floor, and I Quietly whispered to Paul how much I was 
enjoying his company, but I was not looking for anything more then just some good 
times.  He agreed, and I had to quickly correct his thinking, that the good times did 
not include sex with him.  He smiled, and kissed my cheek, saying "That's ok, I will 
just enjoy our time together then."

	2 dances later, Maria and Sean were dancing next to us, and Paul suggested 
changing partners.  The same wicked grin, and Maria and I again melted into each 
other's arms to start a tight slow dance.  But happily, Sean and Paul did not get upset.  
They both laughed, and started to dance together next to us.  As the four of us laughed 
and danced, I realized I had not been this happy in a long time.

	Paul reached down to grasp his brother's butt, and Sean did the same to Paul.  
This caused Maria and I to do the same thing.  I was amazed at how good it felt to 
dance with her like that.  And I could feel her larger breasts pressing against my body, 
right below my smaller ones.

	Several other couples started hooting and hollering at us, clapping at the 
show the four of us were doing.  We all hammed it up, grinding against our partners 
and writhing in mock ecstasy.  At the end of the dance, Sean grabbed Paul's face, and 
seemed to give him a big kiss to the loud laughter of the crowd.  But it was obvious 
that they did not really kiss, there mouths about 1/4 of an inch apart.

	Maria and I decided to do the same, and I held her cheeks to give her a mock 
kiss.  But either I miscalculated, or she decided something else (she still denies to this 
day that she did).  Instead of kissing air, I found myself kissing her soft lips.

	My eyes opened, but quickly shut as we stiffened against each other, then 
just relaxed and shared one of the most tender kisses I have ever experienced.  I barely 
heard the hoots and laughter behind us, our mouths tenderly kissing as my hands held 
her cheeks.  We finally broke apart, and returned to our table with applause ringing 
throughout the disco.  Paul and Sean joined us there, and we finished off the pitcher of 
margaritas, then decided to go home.

	Since we both had to get up early the next morning, we told the guys 
goodbye, but we did get their phone number.  They lived in National City, between 
San Diego and Tijuana.   Another long kiss was exchanged between us and our 
"boyfriends", and we headed back to Maria's house.

	While we walked, we giggled, and talked about the evening that was now 
ending.  We talked about many things, but totally avoided the kiss.

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	Once in her house, we decided to have a few more glasses of wine before 
turning in.  She changed into her "Naked Co-Ed" t-shirt again, and I put on a long 
blue nightshirt that I usually wear during hot weather.  As I came back into the living 
room, she was massaging her calves, obviously working out a cramp.

	I sat next to her, taking over and working on the hard knots of muscles.  Both 
of us being former jocks, we knew how to best get rid of sore muscles and joints.  
Maria laid back and sighed happily, whispering her thanks as her muscles relaxed 
under my experienced hands.

	"You know, I would want you to take this job, just so I can count on getting 
one of these massages" she joked, and I giggled.

	"Trying to seduce me again, are you?" I said, giving her a saucy wink.  She 
laughed, and responded "I thought you were trying to do that to me earlier this 
evening."

	A long pause followed.  We looked into each other's eyes, then took a sip 
from our wine glasses.  I felt those flutterings in my belly again, and was unsure of 
what to say or do.

	Maria gave a soft sigh, and moved her legs from my lap, and sat with her 
back against the table.  "Patty, I need to tell you something, and I do not know where 
to begin, or how you will take it."

	"Well, just say it.  I promise not to get mad or upset."

	A long pause followed, and she softly said "I have to admit, the last 2 days, I 
have gotten very attached to you.  No, maybe attached is not the word, maybe it is 
attracted."

	My heart rate picked up, and I listened to her continue.  "What I mean is, I 
made the statement about the job, because I can tell that you care about your work, 
and I am sure you could do a good job.  I mean, I have seen your taste in clothes, 
underwear, and now nightgowns.  If that is any indication of how you would do the 
purchasing for our company, you would be a hit.

	"But as we spent more time together, I started to find myself wanting you to 
take the job for other reasons.  Oh shit, I am messing this all up."  She then hung her 
head, and took a deep breath, letting it out in a long, shuddering sigh.

	I placed my hand softly on the back of her hand, and softly whispered for her 
to continue, please.

	"Well, maybe I should tell you something more about me, then you might 
fully understand.  I am sure you already suspect this about me.

	"You see, when I went to see 'The Twelfth Night', it was with a girlfriend.  I 
do not mean a 'Girl Friend', two words.  I mean a 'Girlfriend', one word."

	"I see, so you're telling me that you're bisexual" I said, giving her hand a 
soft squeeze, so she would know I was not using that word as an accusation, but as a 
description.

	"Yes.  I'd be lying if I said I was not attracted to you from the moment I saw 
you again.  But I pushed that aside, and I really do want to be your friend.  The last 2 
days, have been just great.  I realized last night that when you said seduce, that that 
may really have been the word for what I was doing.  It made me think, and I realized 
that I really was trying to seduce you.  And I suddenly became afraid that if you saw 
that, you would not want to be my friend any more."

	I took her in my arms, and stroked her hair.  "Nonsense." I said, that one 
word saying everything.  "Maria, I have to tell you something, and please hear me out, 
and do not read into it anything more then what I am saying.

	"My last year in college, I started a 'relationship' with my roommate."  She 
looked up at me, and could tell by the look on my face that it had not been a good 
thing.

	"I actually thought that I might be falling in love with her.  We were together 
for our first 3 years of college together, and were the best of friends.  One night, we 
both got drunk.  Somehow, we ended up in bed together, and had sex.  I thought it 
was making love, but looking back, I can see that it was just sex.

	"For the next 3 months, we were together constantly.  We had sex most every 
night, took long showers together, and it seemed great.  Then she started to get more 
and more remote.  Then she finally told me that I was getting to 'clingy', her words, 
not mine.

	She told me that our sex was great, but she was not looking for a long term 
relationship with another girl.  Basically, she had been using me for sex, but tried to 
say it another way.  I moved out the next week, and have not seen her since 
graduation.  It hurt to much, thinking of how we would tell each other we loved each 
other, because I realized that I had meant it, and she had not.

	"That was my only experience with another female, and I had told nobody 
about it other then you.  Not even my husband knew about it.  I met him shortly after I 
graduated, and got married a year later.  She hurt me bad, and turned me off of sex 
and love for a long time.  Strange as it is, I feel more used by her then any of my 
boyfriends.  At least with them, I knew when they were using me for sex, and I would 
be doing the same thing.  I just felt that she was different, and it all turned out to be a 
big lie."

	We held each other tight, just sitting there in the middle of her living room, 
hugging each other.  She then told me about her last girlfriend.  She had been with 3 
girls, and the last one was the one she saw the play with.  Amber had been a tall 
slender girl, similar in build to me.  But unlike me, had fiery red hair and green eyes.  
"A real Irish temper too" she said whimsically.

	They met through a mutual friend, and then became lovers.  After a year, she 
had come home to find Amber in bed with 2 guys, fucking in their bed.  "She 
apologized, and promised not to do it again.  But about 2 months later, I caught her at 
it again.  I came home early, because I had a bad headache.  I walked into the house, 
and walked back to the bedroom.  She was in bed with the 18 year old daughter of our 
next door neighbor.  I just stood there for like 10 minutes, listening to her whisper to 
the girl how much she loved her, and how she was the best lover she had ever had.  
The same things she had whispered to me 2 nights before.

	"I just turned around and left, not saying a word.  I stayed in a motel room, 
and ignored the pages she sent to me all night long.  The next day, I left her voice mail 
on her pager, saying that I was taking a quick weekend trip to see some friends.  I 
drove down to Mexico, and found this place on my second day.  I rented it, and drove 
back up to get my things.

	"When she saw me, she told me that she had been worried sick, but I just 
walked by her, and started to pack my things.  It became an ugly scene, with her 
crying, and begging for forgiveness.  She told me that she had been trying to stay true 
to me, but that the girl had seduced her.  I told her that she could have said no, and 
just kept packing.  Finally, she lost control and slapped me after I called her a slut.  I 
just thanked her for giving me a real reason to leave, and left.  I had a friend go back 
with me when she was at work to get the last of my things.

	That was 2 years ago.  I have dated a few guys since then, and had some 
good sex."  She giggled at that, and I smiled, seeing her smile again.  I held her had 
tight, understanding the pain she must have felt.  "I swore to myself that I would never 
again allow myself to be attracted to another woman.  And that had been true, until 
Friday.  I do not know why, but I just knew that I wanted you to be my close friend."  
She looked deep into my eyes, then whispered "Or maybe something more."

	I pulled her to me, and we shared a long, tight hug.  It was not sexual in any 
way, just two women holding each other tight, after sharing their pain.  The hug felt 
like it went on forever, but I am sure it was only 2 minutes or so.

	After we broke apart, we still held each other loosely.  The sexual tension in 
the room was so thick, I could feel it.  "Maria, I do not know what will happen, but I 
think I should tell you this.  If your company will hire me, I want to come down here 
and live with you, if you will let me.  I do not know what will happen, but I am sure I 
feel the same way you do.  If that is so, I think taking it slowly would be best 
however."  I took a deep breath, and continued.  "Even though I want nothing more 
then to take you to bed and make love to you all night long, I can think of 2 reasons 
not to.  For one, going slow would be best, so we can get to know each other even 
better, if that is possible.  That way, if it does grow into something like love, it will be 
stronger."

	After a long pause, Maria looked up at me, and said "What is the second 
reason?"

	I took on a serious look, and said "Why, because we both have to get up 
early tomorrow to return to the convention, of course."

	We both broke up laughing, and held each other again.  We finished off the 
bottle of wine, and went to bed.

	Unlike the night before, we held each other tight as we relaxed.  After a long 
cuddle, we shared a soft, tender kiss, then she rolled onto her side to go to sleep.  I 
curled up behind her spoon fashion, and held her as we drifted off to sleep.  The last 
thing I remember is her whispering "Tomorrow night, I get to cuddle you like this as 
we fall asleep"
