Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... really nice."

"I was talking about the date sweetie."

"Oh right, sorry. Forgive me, this is all new to me. I'm still trying to figure things out."

"Yes, I understand. It's all a bit daunting your first time."

"It's more whether this is me, or whether I'm just reacting because of my failed marriage. The questions are all internal, Katie. You're a beautiful sexy woman. I feel a connection, I like you."

"Good, I like you as well. You're a very open woman Sasha, and I'm drawn to that."

Our meals came, and the food was nice, but it brought the conversation to an end. Karaoke, had begun, and that deflected the slight awkwardness that had crept in.

Katie seemed excited by the singing, and a couple of women came over to ask whether she was going to sing, and whether she wanted to do a duet.

"Do you sing?" She asked.

"Oh god no. In the shower maybe."

"Would you mind if I did?"

"Heck no. I'd love to listen."

Katie, was right into it, and she was very good. She and her friends sang in various combo's. When she returned to the table, her skin glowed, she radiated an exuberance. The closeness of some of her interactions, confused me a little.

"Have you slept with some of the women you sang with?"

She stopped, her eyes focusing on mine. "Yes, does that bother you?"

"Relationships, or merely casual encounters?"

"A little of both."

That made me cringe. "Is that a problem?" She asked.

"No, it just surprised me. Is that like common place ...

... for lesbian relationships?"

"It happens while we try to find out who we are, and what we're looking for. Sasha, you will find yourself asking the same questions we all asked. It's hard to know what we want until we have actually experienced something. Do you understand? At some point you have to dip your toe in the water."

I nodded. "I get that, but it seems a little fickle. You said you were looking for a relationship?"

"I am now. Being gay is no different to every other relationship. Nobody knows what they really want when we start to date. Think about your own dating life. You have to experience life to find out what you are looking for."

"Yes, I guess that's true, although I wouldn't find myself in a bar with a bunch of men I'd slept with. How many of the women in here have you actually had sex with?"

"That's a bit personal. I know you have questions, but that is too much."

"Sorry, you're right."

The date sort of fizzled out after that. Katie spent more time singing than talking to me. I guess I had insulted her. Insinuating she was a slut. I winced as the words fell out of my mouth.

We parted as friends, agreeing to catch up, but I knew as soon as I was in my cab heading for home. That wouldn't happen. I had accidentally offended her.

*****

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