Passive IV - Sex Stories

Passive IV

What happened to me shook me to my core.

Don't get me wrong: I'm not upset that it happened, certainly, but it's made me question everything.

I've always been straight. Every sexual fantasy I've ever had has involved men. The old phrase "tall, dark and handsome" didn't just come out of nowhere. A chiseled man can turn me into jelly, but a beautiful woman just makes me feel competitive.

Let me start at the beginning. I've never been a social butterfly. I went through all of high school and college with my nose in books. I'm pretty sure now that I missed out on a lot. After graduating college I got an accounting job that I hate. I guess that's really when I started hoping that I could find at least a good love life to make up for it.

I came to discover immediately that I am woefully unprepared for the dating scene. I've tried all of the dating apps and had a couple of first dates, but the guys were just... disappointing. It's the latest try that wound up going sideways in a way I couldn't have predicted.

We agreed to meet at a local bar. I got there on time and nursed a glass of wine while I was waiting. When he was 20 minutes late I was a little miffed, but still hopeful, but it turned into an hour and I just couldn't believe it.

Out of nowhere, she appeared and said I looked like I was waiting for someone. She was a little taller than me and was dressed to impress like me and every other woman in the place. She had on a strapless number that showed off her ...

... arms and shoulders. The muscles in her arms somehow looked strong and soft at the same time, like she worked out, but not too much. She had soft red-brown hair and just a few freckles. But her vivid green eyes stood out the most. Her smile exuded friendliness, and completely disarmed me.

I told her I was waiting for a guy who was an hour late and her smile morphed into a concerned frown. We got to talking about dating and along the way she bought us more wine. I totally missed what she was doing because she was a woman. I am 100% sure that if a guy had done the same thing I would have seen it coming. Not that I would haveminded that, but I would have at least recognized it for what it was.

But after a few glasses of wine and being despondent about my dating life she reached in and kissed me. And I don't know how, but that kiss was exactly the right thing I needed at that exact moment. But my brain couldn't process it properly. It felt right, but wrong. She kissed me again and this time I felt my lips kiss her back. She was wearing just a hint of something jasmine and the touch of her lips made my blood rush a little faster.

My brain tried feebly to make one last attempt to point out that this was not what I expected. I tried to put that thought to words, but she stopped me and said, "You don't have to be anything you don't want to be."

I felt her hand moving along my torso, getting closer and closer to my breast and it excited me. I closed my eyes and stifled a ...