What Turned Me On Pt. 08 - Sex Stories

What Turned Me On Pt. 08

... foyer, kissing me lightly on the cheek. I was late returning a kiss to her cheek because I wasn't expecting it. She set down her purse as I took the bag of food from her hands asking her if she ordered the whole restaurant. She kicked off her little white sneakers and hung up her flannel, as she "burred" aloud, as the weather was starting to change to much colder temperatures in our area.

After setting down the food, we stood in the kitchen talking for a while. I wasn't sure what kind of wine she liked, so I offered her several varieties that I had grabbed at the grocery store. We decided a nice red would go with our chicken broccoli and I popped the cork. We talked for a bit after I poured our glasses and before we ate. I gave her a tour of the house. I was nervous about having her there because outside of my husband, I never had anyone of a sexual interest at my house. Truth be told, I was glad she was there. Looking back, I am sure she was just as nervous or as uneasy as I was.

After we ate, we sat out on the long sectional couch across from my TV. We decided to throw on a sappy romance movie we saw on Netflix. It wasn't about 30 minutes into this movie when I grabbed an Afghan and threw it over both of us. Mary instinctively cuddled up next to me, under the big warm blanket, resting her head on my shoulder as we nibbled on some popcorn I made.

"I'm glad I am here with you." She spoke out.

I looked down at her as she looked up and said, "I am too."

Mary ...

... nestled her head up against mine, the top of her head to my ear, as we sat and watched the sappy love story.

"Too bad it's not like that." She touted.

"Right," I replied.

"They should make lesbian love stories like these. You know the kind." She jested.

"I believe they do," I chuckled. "But, yes, I know the kind," I replied.

I followed up with, "Every man's fantasy, at the porn stores."

Even though we were still passing conversations about life, love, and the movie we were watching, hearing that made my heart skip a beat. My mind raced. Did she just imply lesbian? Did she just outright say; "I wish they made love stories for women?"

I pulled my head away from her head for a few seconds just staring down at her brown hair held up in that ponytail clip. My left hand slid over her hand under the warmth of the blanket. Her response was clinching my fingers into the palm of her hand. I felt my pulse quicken, as I just realized, that was probably the biggest hint I was ever going to get from her. I lifted my right arm, sliding it around her neck, as she edged in closer to me. Mary looked up at me as our hands intertwined, we stared softly into each other's eyes.

I leaned down as she lifted her head and our lips met. We sat frozen face to face like we had done a few weeks back, until my mouth parted, hers following suit and our tongues touched. The kiss was soft, slow, deep, and sensual. There was nervousness this time, but it wasn't the nervousness of the first ...