Kristen’s Unexpected Saturday

The Friday after five drinks went pretty much as usual. Vincent and Mike were having one of their long winded conversations. They were harping on about the surveillance state and Edward Snowden. Kirsten wondered why she had joined. She could have known it would be like this, but she had really felt like a drink. As the rest of the group, she had more or less tuned out of the conversation. They all looked up when their new research assistant interrupted.“That is nonsense. Foucault did not invent the panopticon. It was Bentham. Foucault discussed the idea in Discipline and Punish.”Like everyone else, Kirsten looked at the new woman. She admired her for the calm way in which she raised her eyebrows and said, “Sorry, I can’t stand bullshit; especially, from guys.”After a long pause, the conversation in the group picked up again. Kirsten looked at her new colleague. She liked the short black hair. There was a lot of black about Vera: her tight sweater and her low boots. Only the dark jeans added a little blue. Vera noticed Kristen was looking at her. She smiled and walked over to Kirsten.“Thanks for putting those two in their place. I hate their pseudo intelligent talk,” Kirsten said“I know bullshit when I hear it,” Vera answered.“I could love you for that.”“Love me? Be careful what you promise strange women Kirsten.” Vera smiled. A sparkle lit up her eyes.Kirsten Çukurambar escort was a little taken aback. This was feeling like a flirt. She did not know what to say, and was happy when someone offered Vera a drink.That evening, the conversation with Vera kept coming back to Kirsten’s mind. She was almost certain Vera had been flirting. It awakened something in her. For a long time she had been curious how it would be to make love to a woman. She had never dared to act on it. She was afraid the reality would be disappointing or even unpleasant. Maybe this was one of those things better left a fantasy? The images of Vera’s slender body kept Kirsten awake. She imagined it would feel softer and a little rounder than the bodies of the men she had been with. She could not sleep without touching herself. She had to finger herself to climax before finding rest.The next day, Kirsten was drinking a coffee in the cafe close to her flat. She was deeply absorbed in her book, and it took her a while to notice someone was standing next to her table.“Hi, mind if I join?”“No, please sit down.”Vera sat down and started to talk.“Sorry about yesterday. I may have been a bit too…”“No, that was fine. Really it was.”“I mean. When I was talking to you I may have been a bit forward.”“Oh, that was fine too.”Kirsten felt demetevler escort bayan confused. She was sure now that Vera had been flirting with her. She remembered the fantasies her mind had dreamed up. She remembered her lust and how hard she had come. Looking at the woman sitting across the table, images of yesterday’s fantasy slipped back into her mind. They merged with reality in a strange way.Vera noticed Kirsten’s mind was in chaos. She decided to go on the offensive.“Look Kirsten. I will be forward with you some more. I was hitting on you. If that makes you uncomfortable, I am sorry.”“Don’t be sorry. I am just a little confused.”“Confused?”Kirsten lowered her voice, “I am impressed with you. I think I like you, but I have never been with a woman.” She blushed, and looked around whether someone had overheard. Why did she just blurt this out? Where would this lead?“Well, Kirsten, you fit a fantasy of mine. When you ever feel ready, I will be waiting for you.”Kirsten’s brain was racing. “I think I might need something stronger than coffee for this conversation.”“Well it is almost five. How about cocktails?” Vera smiled sweetly.She took Kirsten to one of the better bars in town. It was one of the older places, an establishment of sorts. For Kirsten the place always conjured up imagines of chain smoking Escort dikmen Russian anarchist refugees in the 1930s. She imagined bearded men in suits arguing how the counter revolution against the Bolsheviks should be led.Thankfully, Vera took the conversation to neutral ground for a while. Kirsten enjoyed her company. It turned out her co-worker was a fiercely independent and very intelligent woman. There was click. They talked as if they had been friends for a long time. Vera had a refreshing way of challenging things. Halfway through the second whiskey-sour, plain interest turned into sheer attraction.Vera must have seen it in Kirsten’s eyes. “So, how about us moving on to my place?”Kirsten took a large sip of her drink. This was it; a now or never moment. “I would love to,” she replied.Vera’s place was small, but immediately felt comfortable. It was sparsely decorated in a way that suggested a logical and orderly mind. Kirsten looked around, not sure how things would go from here. Vera stood in front of her. She was a few inches taller.“You want more small talk, or do you want to kiss?”Kirsten closed the small gap between them. She felt Vera’s warm body against hers. She looked the other woman in the eyes, and moved her lips to within an inch of Vera’s. She felt Vera’s arms close around her; hands moving down to her hips. They started to kiss, gently at first. Kirsten closed her eyes. She felt Vera’s lips parting, and opened hers in response. Vera’s tongue started to explore. Kirsten’s responded and their kissing became intense.Kirsten was slowly pushed back towards the couch. She sat down, and Vera straddled her. Kirsten put her hands on Vera’s breasts.