Passion: Lesbian Romance Collection

Chapter 2

Chapter 2After a long leisurely bath with plenty of luxuriously scented bath oil I took forever to decide what to wear. I usually go for comfort over style and am happiest in a pair of jeans and a T shirt, but this evening I must have tried on everything in my wardrobe trying to decide on the best outfit.

Eventually I settled on a pair of figure hugging black trousers with a slightly see through light blue linen shirt -- smart without being an obvious come on.

By 7.45 I was pacing the floor anxiously. I put some chilled music on & tried to relax but I couldn’t sit still, I poured a glass of deep red Merlot and settled into an armchair with my book but was up out of my seat & peeking through the window in 2 minutes flat.

By 8.10 I had convinced myself that she wasn’t coming and was about to go upstairs and change back into my jeans when the doorbell chimed, making me jump despite the fact that I’d been waiting for it.

I tried to look calm and collected as I opened the front door, but my breath was taken away as the door swung back to reveal a vision of loveliness standing before me.

Becca smiled disarmingly and then chuckled heartily, a sound I was beginning to adore.

Her hair was piled on top of her head in a way that was both haphazard and sophisticated at once, revealing the soft, tanned skin of the beautiful neck I had glimpsed in the bar.

She wore a pair of jeans so tight I couldn’t imagine how she got in and out of them (and believe me -- my imagination was working overtime) and a sleeveless black silk shirt that displayed her tanned arms to perfect effect

‘So are you going to stand there with your mouth open or are you going to invite me in?’

‘I’m so sorry Becca, please come in, come in. Is there time for a glass of wine before we go to the restaurant or shall I just grab my bag? You, er.... You look fabulous by the way’ I stammered as I retreated into my living room, turning my back in a vain attempt to hide my blushes.

‘You look pretty good too girl, I’m starving, let’s go eat. The table’s booked for 8.30 but we can always have a drink at the bar if they’re not ready for us.’

As we entered the restaurant the smells of garlic and tomato sauce washed over me in a way that would normally have had me dribbling on the spot, but I was so nervous I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to eat anything. I had a whole squadron of butterflies putting on an air display in my stomach and it was all I could do to keep myself from turning around and running away -- I was so sure that I was going to make a total fool of myself with this gorgeous, classy woman that I was trembling. I had no idea why Becca had this effect on me but I couldn’t seem to get a grip on myself.

We were shown straight to a corner table at the back of the dimly lit restaurant and as soon as we sat down the manager appeared with menus and a wine list.

‘So good to see you again Miss Granger. Would you like drinks before your meal?’

I looked at Becca enquiringly?

‘Would you like an aperitif or a beer or something or shall we just order a bottle of wine?’

‘How about a bottle of something traditionally Italian, like a Chianti -- or do you want to decide what you’re eating before choosing wine?’

‘No -- red’s good for me, lets go with the Chianti’

As the manager left the table I turned studiously to my menu, trying to look calm and in control.

I felt her fingers brush the back of my hand and I jumped like a startled rabbit, bashing my knee loudly on the underside of the table.

‘Are you always this nervous? You’re like a skittish pony; I keep expecting you to buck or bolt for the door!’ she laughed

‘I’m so sorry’ I responded knowing I was blushing violently again ‘For some reason you make me very nervous. Maybe our somewhat unorthodox introduction has something to do with it?’

‘I promise I don’t bite, and I’m sorry if I wierded you out back there. I have to be so careful and I admit I get a little paranoid, but in 6 months it’ll all be over. Not that I really have to worry as I’m not seeing anyone at all at the moment, let alone anyone I knew back then.’

Our wine arrived and we stayed silent as the waiter filled our glasses

‘You must be looking forward to finally being free of him?’

‘I am, believe me, but I’m more worried about you right now. Are you regretting having dinner with me this evening?’

‘No!’ I almost shouted

‘No, really, look I’m really sorry but I haven’t been on a date for a really long time, and I’m not even sure if this is a date, and it’s been years since I’ve had a relationship with a woman, and after all someone like you wouldn’t fancy someone like me anyway, and you must have tons of admirers and oh hell now I’m rambling! Like I said earlier I’ve been out of the game for a while and I also had a pretty shitty last relationship that didn’t do my self confidence and self esteem any favours.’

I could feel tears starting to form in my eyes and I wanted to curl up and hide or run to the loo and be sick; she must think I’m some sort of a head case.

‘Oh you really are in a state aren’t you? OK, maybe this will help -- I think you’re attractive and slightly scatty, but hey I like scatty. I’m also nervous but I hide it better. I was flirting outrageously with you earlier but you didn’t seem to notice, and I’ve just made a point of letting you know that I’m single and available but you’re too nervous to pick up on anything that’s less than in-your-face blatant. Let’s just both relax & enjoy the evening and try to get know each other a little better huh?’

She reached across the table and offered me her hand. I took her smooth skin in mine and sealed the deal with a gentle handshake and a very wide grin.

The evening flowed smoothly after that and the conversation was easy after a couple of glasses of wine. The food was superb and we talked endlessly about favourite restaurants and countries we enjoyed the cuisine from. Becca laughed at me when I dribbled tomato sauce down my chin and we were mock sword fighting with bread sticks by the time the waiter came to remove our plates, giggling like guilty school girls who’d been caught doing something naughty.

We decided to share a dessert and settled on the gooiest, booziest Tiramisu that I’ve ever tasted. Becca scooted her chair around the table so that she was sitting next to me before loading a huge forkful of dessert and lifting it to my lips. I had sweet, sticky cream smeared around my mouth and was laughing at her clumsiness when a delicate finger found my face and traced the outline of my mouth, wiping the cream up. Becca sucked the cream from her finger in the most suggestive manner, causing me to blush violently as I imagined what her mouth would feel like on me, but I controlled my embarrassment and leant towards her.

‘If I didn’t know better I’d think you were flirting again’ I stated with mock prudishness. You see I’m really not a prude -- I’m just out of practice!

‘I’m not sure what you mean’ she stated as she lifted the fork to her own mouth and curled her tongue around, almost slurping the tiramisu into her mouth.

We were silent then for a moment, just looking at each other to see where this would go. Her obvious ploy had had the desired effect and suddenly we weren’t just 2 people having dinner together. Suddenly this was a proper date and the stakes had just been raised.

I tried to speak but my mouth was dry -- not from embarrassment this time, but from lust. I took a big swig of wine to help the words.

‘I don’t suppose you fancy a coffee do you?’

‘I was thinking maybe we’d leave straight after dessert’

Still our eyes never left each other

‘I was thinking about coffee and brandies back at my place. It’s more comfortable and there are less people. I don’t think I can keep watching you play with that cake without my imagination running away with me and once that happens we could get arrested in a public place.’

‘Oh good’ she smiled wickedly ‘I do like an active imagination’

With that she signalled to the waiter for the bill and headed for the ladies room, trailing her fingers across the back of my neck as she walked past, making my skin tingle and my hair stand on end.