Gay/Lesb - LGBT Kim’s New Life - by Janetmon ( Complete )

[hirarandi]

I felt myself blushing even more if that is possible. "I was not wearing panties, Barb."


"Damn, how did you ever extract that promise from me? You'd better be explaining a lot to your former boss and best friend before this night is over, girl." I nodded assent. She then excused herself and headed to the lady's room. As she walked towards me when she returned, I noticed the obvious bounce of her breasts. She had removed her bra. Caught staring at the two bumps beneath the pockets of the blouse, she exclaimed, "Well, hell, girl. I only wore it because of you. I rarely wear one outside the office." I knew I would have noticed that when we went out together in the past. Before I could inquire, however, she added, "Even though you weren't wearing one at work today, I thought you were a little more modest because you wore a jacket to hide that fact. So, I figured I had better wear one tonight." She rolled her shoulders, laughed and added. "Damn, I feel better already. Unlike you, I'm not wearing panties. There wasn't any room between my skin and the jeans."

"Well, sorry, but mine are going to stay in place," I bantered. Barb laughed again and I laughed with her. Even though we had been at many business dinners and functions together, I never realized that Barb had a comical side. I liked it! We had had lots of lunches and dinners together in the past. Tonight, she seemed to be in a different mood. Maybe because she considered this to be a 'date.'

Barb had requested for a booth to be reserved for us. I slid in first. Instead of sitting across the table, she sat beside me and grasped my hand. "This place gets a little noisy when the band starts, Kim. We won't be able to hear one another if I sit across from you. I must admit, though, it is also a great excuse to sit closer to you. I think we have the best seat in the house. We'll be able to relax and talk." 

We picked up the menus after the waitress recited the day's specials. It suddenly hit me that it was a good thing that I didn't have to call Kelly to ask what to eat. That would probably be a little difficult now. She'll have to give me permission to make my own decision in case I run into this problem in the future. I know it sounds absurd this early in our relationship, but I already preferred to have Kelly choose what I ate. I knew she would approve of my next move. I placed my menu back on the table. "Barb, I'm so excited about everything that's happened today, and being here with you, I don't want to make another decision. Please order for me."

"Now how can I do that, Kim? I don't know what you like."

"Oh, I think you know me well enough after all these years. I give you my word that I will enjoy anything you order for me." 

I was surprised that our conversation for the next half hour was very non-personal. Barb added more office gossip to our earlier discussion, and I told her a little about what it was like at Hunters. About half way through our meal the band started playing. The first set was a CW line dance. Barb grasped my hand and started sliding out of the booth. When I resisted Barb said, "Come on, Kim. I promised you dinner and you agreed to dance. This is the dancing part. I intend to burn up the floor with you tonight since I won't get you in bed." I explained, to no avail, that I really wasn't into line dancing and didn't know the first thing about it. She wouldn't take no for an answer and quickly got me to enjoy it.

We switched between eating our dinner and dancing for the next two hours. Dishes cleared, we ordered a second round of drinks just as the band started a set of slow songs. Once again, I was pulled to the floor. We started dancing at arms-length, hands on hips, until I decided that was unnecessary. Knowing that I wanted to abide by Kelly's wishes, I needed to feel the warmth and strength of Barb's body and was sure she felt the same way. I slid my arm around Barb's back, pulled her close to me, laid my head on her shoulder, and let her lead. "Now that's more like it," she whispered, resting her head against mine, pulling me even tighter. Her hand didn't move from the back of my peasant blouse, though. I closed my eyes and drifted along with her. We danced that way through the rest of the set then returned to our table.

When our waitress asked if we cared for dessert, Barb turned to me and asked, "Would you share a cheesecake with me, Kim? I don't want a whole piece myself. 

My mind drifted back to the night I met Kelly and said, "Only if you are willing to feed it to me."

With a huge grin on her face, she replied, "I might be able to handle that. In fact, it will be a pleasure. If I remember correctly, you once told me that you like your cheesecake drowning in amaretto." I think she enjoyed telling our server to bring only one fork. While waiting for the dessert, we dashed onto the dance floor for the next set of slow songs. I think I held her even closer, if that is possible. 

She finally moved down to my relatively bare back during the second song. Even though it was only her hand, I enjoyed the feeling of skin on skin. In turn, I slowly slid my hand down onto the seat of her pants. "Hey, there, little girl," she whispered, "Watch where that hand is drifting, or I may not be able to keep my promise."

I was, in fact, teasing her. I placed my hand back on her waist again and apologized. "I'm sorry, Barb. I need you to keep that promise."

"Damn! A girl can only hope." she whispered and hugged me tight.

The cheesecake was waiting when we returned to the table. Barb cut a small piece with the fork and held it to my lips. Trying to be sensuous, I opened my mouth, thrust my tongue out. Barb placed the small bite on top. She watched intensely as I drew it into my mouth, closed my eyes and moaned over the sumptuous taste. I then watched as she tried to simulate my antics.

After looking at me with a wide grin, she commented, "Now let me get this straight. The deal was that I feed you, but you didn't say that I had to use a fork. Correct."

Not knowing what was on her mind, I concurred. I expected her to pick the cheesecake up in her fingers and feed it to me. Instead, she cut another piece with the fork and put it into her mouth. Thinking back to my evening at Lisa's with Kelly I knew what was going to happen. Barb put her hand behind my head and moved closer. When her lips touched mine, I automatically opened my mouth to accept the cheesecake. Her tongue stayed in my mouth a little longer than necessary, probably because I was sucking on it so hard. Ten more bites were fed to me in the same manner. I didn't realize that we had been served that much dessert; or was Barb just cutting it into very small pieces? I didn't really care. I only knew that my thong was getting very damp.

The band announced the last song of the current set. Barb said, "It's getting a little late, Kim, but I'd like to dance this last song with you."

"Please, Barb, I'd love one more, too."

Half way through the dance I kissed Barb's neck, received a sensuous moan in return, and raised my head. Words were not needed. We locked lips for a few seconds and our tongues started a dance of their own with my hands on her ass and her hands returning the favor. I don't know how long that kiss lasted, but we suddenly realized that the band was no longer playing.

Barb looked into my eyes and said, "I don't know who is seducing whom here, but I don't think I broke my promise."

"You definitely did not, Barb."

"Then I think we need to continue this party somewhere else. I have some great artwork at my house that I'd like to show you."

I laughed at the old cliché. "I think it would be wonderful, but I promised you that I would tell you why I have changed so much. I need to do that before we view your artwork, if you don't mind."

"Anything you want, Kim, if it means that I get to spend more time with you."

She started to slide into the booth, but I stopped her. "The park lake should be beautiful under tonight's full moon. Why don't we go down there and relax on one of the benches? That would be a perfect place to sit and talk. It's private, yet out in the open." The walk took less than ten minutes, Hand in hand, we found the perfect spot to watch the reflection of the moon across the lake. It was a great romantic setting. The scene awakened memories of watching the sunset with Kelly. Damn, everything reminded me of Kelly.

We continued to hold hands in silence while sitting on the bench. I knew Barb was patiently waiting for me to start the conversation. "Barb, I want you to know that I changed my mind. I want to make love to you tonight."

She squeezed my hand and replied, "I have wanted to hear that since I saw you walking into my office this morning." I noticed that she continued looking across the lake, instead at me while saying this.

"The thing is," I said, "I don't want to go into this under any false pretenses."

"I thought we came here to talk about how you changed into an extremely good looking, sensuous woman from an extremely good looking, sensuous nerd."

I had to chuckle at her analogy. "Well, we did."

"Then what the hell is this about false pretenses?"

"I hope you'll understand and won't be mad at me when I tell you the whole story. And I truly hope you will still want to invite me back to your apartment to 'view your artwork afterward.'"

"The tone of your voice tells me I am not going to like what you have to say and think I will have to make that decision for myself, Kimberly. I also think I am going to be sorry that I posed the question in the first place." Her voice was, suddenly, very cold.