“Come on. Let’s go to your room.”
She guided me away, and John disappeared. She had a bottle of scotch in the room, and we downed two glasses. We stood close together, and she stared at me until I began to fidget.
“Don’t be nervous and please don’t be shy. It’s just us. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, okay?”
I nodded as she began to unbutton my blouse. She slipped it down over my arms and discarded it. Next, my shorts and briefs came off in one go, leaving me only in my bra. She unclipped it, and, in seconds, I was naked in front of her.
“You have a beautiful body, she said, “and you should be proud to show it off to anyone. Men can appreciate a woman’s body even if she’s a lesbian. In fact, it’s even more erotic to them because they can’t have you. They have to imagine what it would be like to touch you or be inside you,” she said, stroking my breasts.