I got to the restaurant early knowing I needed a bit of courage before my meeting. I sat down and ordered a shot of Jamesons and another on the rocks to sip slowly. The bartender complied and I lifted the shot glass to my lips and swallowed in gulp. The liquid gold burned on its way down and brought tears to my eyes but it felt good. I felt the heat spread through my stomach joining the heat between my legs. I had been in a constant state of arousal these last few days anticipating this meeting. How had I gotten here, to this place, not the restaurant, but rather this place in my life? Im a straight girl you see, involved in a relationship with a man. Sounds fine right? Wrong. For the past few months Ive been instant messaging with a woman named Bette. I had been to her gallery on a business trip and seen some paintings I liked. She wasnt there at the time so Ive never met her face to face. I left my contact information with her assistant and she contacted me via e-mail a few days later. At first we e-mailed about art and I eventually bought 2 paintings from her. Then she asked me if I would instant message with her. I didnt see the harm in it. Have you ever noticed how much more honest and straightforward you are on e-mail and im? Is it just me or is everyone like that? I find it easier to talk and share my thoughts and dreams if Im not face to face or on the phone. Maybe its the fact that I never thought I would ever meet her. We quickly learned about each others lives, spending hours online with one another. I know this is going to sound crazy but she somehow got inside my head and wouldnt leave. It felt like I was little again and met someone new at school. You know, that exhilarating feeling of getting to know everything about someone, quickly becoming best friends? Thats how I felt. It got to the point where we were finishing each others sentences on im. How cool is that?

One day I was at work daydreaming. It was a slow day and I just relaxed, sipping my coffee, staring at my computer screen. I started thinking of Bette and what it would be like to have her hold me. What it would be like to kiss her? Would it feel different from kissing a man? Would it be softer perhaps, more sensuous? I sat bolt upright and almost spilled my coffee. What the ***** was I thinking? Im a straight girl, arent I? It was just curiosity I tried to tell myself, the knowing that Bette was a ***** had just got me thinking thats all. But was that really it or was there something more. Some deep-seated desire lurking in me. I thought back to my teenage years and early adulthood and counted the times that I had crushes on woman. I had never recognized or acted upon these feelings pushing them aside. I dated guys, after all thats what I was supposed to do right? I went online that night with all of this swirling around my brain. She was there and we started to talk and I told her. She wanted to know exactly what I had fantasized about so I told her and as I told her I got wet. Wetter than Ive ever been in my whole life. I stared at the blank screen, willing her to write back and tell me it was okay, it was normal to fantasize, that it was really nothing. Tell me Im still straight damn it! Finally she responded. Saying it was never her intention to go to this place with me. She wanted friendship; she didnt want me to feel like she was seducing me. She didnt want me upset. She was fine with being just friends. I told her I wanted her to be honest with me, to tell me how she really felt and then I told her. I told her how wet I was right then and there. It was all her. More blank screen and then finally; Tina, I feel some kind of bond with you too. Youre in my head, and in my blood. I race home each night just to im with you. And if you must know Ive been wet long before today when we chat. Did I scare you?

Well, thats how it began, our friendship and more. She is in town this week on business and it is the first time we will be meeting in person. Im excited and nervous and a little bit scared too. I want to meet her, look into her eyes, and hold her hand. Who am I kidding? I want to throw her up against the nearest wall and ravage her, take her, make her mine. What the ***** am I doing? I am so out of control. Just then I feel a hand on my shoulder. The softest touch Ive ever felt and a sweet voice whisper my name Tina?

I turn and there she is, standing right in front of me. The pictures that she sent didnt do her justice. She was beautiful, plain and simple. I was looking into her eyes, getting lost in the moment, feeling the tingling sensation emanating from her touch as it traveled through my body, warming me like nothing ever had before. I realized then that I had never replied to her inquiry. I stood up and stuck out my hand,
Hi Bette its good to finally meet you.

We were still looking into each others eyes as she leaned forward, and ignored my hand, pulling me into her embrace. She whispered in my ear I think we are past shaking hands Tina, wouldnt you agree?

I added playful and charming to my growing list of adjectives for Bette. God I was in so much trouble. She pulled back and smiled at me, leaving me momentarily speechless. I laughed and smiled back. They are holding our table, why dont you follow me.

The hostess sat us down in a secluded corner of the restaurant, as I had requested, and we began talking. There was never a lull in the conversation as we talked about anything and everything. We just connected on so many levels. At some point Bette had reached over and put her hand over mine, looking at me to see if it was okay. I had smiled and she had left her hand there. Now she was drawing tiny circles on my hand with her index finger. I was on fire. Every fiber of my being felt like an electric current was flowing through it and I was having trouble thinking. I wanted to kiss her so badly, and run my fingers through her hair while doing so. I wondered what she was thinking when she finally spoke.
Tina, Ive had a wonderful time with you today. I dont want it to end here. Can you take the rest of the day off and show me around your town?

I didnt miss a beat and responded in the affirmative. Just let me make a call and go to the ladies room and then I would love to show you around.

I pulled out my cell, spoke to my assistant telling her to reschedule my afternoon meetings and that was that. Why dont you come with me to the ladies room, we might be without a bathroom for a while as we walk around.

Sure Bette replied, lead the way.

I brushed past Bette, purposely letting my arm rub against hers. I felt more of that wonderful electricity happen between us. I wondered if she felt it too.

The bathroom was down two levels and was quiet. We had taken an almost 3 hours lunch so the usual crowd had already left. She opened the door for me and I walked in, casually checking myself out in the mirror. I ran my fingers through my hair and watched Bette watch me as she looked in the mirror too. I heard a ping and realized my earring had fallen out and rolled into the handicapped stall. We both went to get it, ending up in the stall together, Bette leaning down on one knee in order to reach far enough back to retrieve it for me. I stood there taking in the sight of her leaning down before me and felt a stirring from deep within. I reached over and closed the stall door, my heart racing as it understood what my mind was telling me to do. Bette heard the door closing and looked up searching my eyes. I offered my hand and she took it as I slowly helped her up. Our heads were less than an inch apart, the confines of the stall making proximity a necessity. I figured it was now or never so I grabbed her and flipped positions, pinning her against the stall wall. I pressed my body to hers, so we were breast to breast, hipbone to hipbone. I closed my eyes and leaned forward giving her a soft kiss on the lips. She returned the kiss, with the same gentleness as I did. I felt her letting me lead and letting me set the pace. Guess what? It did feel softer with her than any of my experiences with men. But there was more. I felt a connection I had never felt before. I couldnt describe it but I knew one thing for certain; I didnt want the feeling to ever end. I ran my tongue over her bottom lip, pushing gently, letting her know I wanted entry into her mouth. She complied and I felt her tongue tangle with mine. A soft moan escaped my lips and our kiss became more urgent. I took her hand and placed it on the seam of my pants by my crotch, pulling out of the kiss, moving my mouth to her ear. I want you, I whispered, more than I have wanted anything or anyone in my life. She sighed, rubbing her hand up and down. I could feel her middle fingered as it pressed in, searching for my *****. Her breathing was as erratic as mine was and I wondered if her head was spinning like mine too.
Tina, I dont want to do this here. Come back to my hotel room. I want you, but I want it to be right, not a quickie in some restaurant bathroom. Please?

I choked out my reply, Yes, lets go now.

She handed me my earring and I opened the stall door. Thank god we were still alone. I looked in the mirror again and my cheeks were flush with excitement. We practically ran out of the restaurant and I flagged down a taxi giving him the name of Bettes hotel. We sat in the back holding hands. The closer we got the more nervous I was. Bette could sense it, feel me getting rigid. She leaned over and whispered in my ear Its okay if youve changed your mind Tina. No pressure here. I just want to bring you happiness baby.

Baby, she called me baby. I had to tell her why I was getting nervous. I wanted this so badly, and for me that meant not only being pleased but I wanted to please her as well. No Bette, I still want to I said in hushed tones its just that Im worried I wont know how to please you and I want to please you first. Otherwise I wont be able to relax. It is the overachiever in me.

Bette smiled and pulled me closer. Baby, Im so excited right now that you will barely have to touch me to please me. Im ready to explode, so dont worry. I will talk you through it so dont worry and if at any time you want to stop you just say so. Okay?

I looked into her eyes and knew she meant every word of what she said. Okay I said quietly.

We made our way through the hotel lobby and up to her floor. We held hands as we walked to her room. The closer we got, the calmer I got. I realized I felt safe with her, safer then Id ever felt before. She opened the door and stepped aside, allowing me to enter first. When she turned around from closing the door I was there pushing her against it. Kissing her passionately as I let my hands roam over her body, settling on her *****, kneading them. I let her moans fill my head and followed my instincts..